After much trouble and effort, she finally got him onto her bed in the tiny bedroom at the back of the bungalow. Catching her breath, she switched on the bedside lamp and took a proper look at the patient.
He looked like hell and was still unconscious, but to her amazement the savage wounds the demons had inflicted on him were healing up. In his one hand he tightly clutched the strange bracelet he’d taken from Flick, and she couldn’t pry it loose. He was still caked in blood so instead, she went to the kitchen to get a bowl of water and a cloth. When she got back, she sat down on the edge of the bed and almost reverentially began cleaning him up.
His skin felt pleasantly warm to the touch, and though he’d been in a brutal backstreet brawl he smelt really nice, like cherry blossom. Her pulse quickened as she moved the cloth over his sculpted torso and along his firm jaw. He was shockingly beautiful, and the damage inflicted during the fight had by now completely vanished. Only a few new scars, like veins of silver running along his body, bore testament to the ordeal he’d been through. Willa stared at him in open wonder, a tingling feeling running up and down her legs. She bit her lip trying to fight the surge of desire that was gathering inside her. She shouldn’t be feeling like this after what had happened and she certainly shouldn’t be getting the hots for something that wasn’t even human. The wet heat in her panties told a different story.
Taking a deep breath, she got off the bed and moved round to pull off his boots. His feet were bare underneath, lean and narrow with long toes. Like the rest of him they were perfectly formed and she fought the urge to lean down and kiss them. Instead, she went back to the top of the bed and tried to figure out what to do next. Her heart was beating hard in her chest and her pussy growled in feral hunger. It had been a long time since she’d felt so turned on.
Unable to stop herself, she reached out with one tentative hand and gently stroked the side of his face. The angel’s eyes flickered open.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, snatching back her hand and feeling very guilty. “You’re awake at last. That’s a relief.”
He blinked at her and sat up straight. “Where am I?” he demanded gruffly.
“Erm, you’re in my home. You got beaten up pretty bad, but you seem like you’re on the mend,” Willa said quickly. “You really showed those freaks though! You were amazing!” She trailed off, feeling very idiotic. “Thank you for saving me.”
The angel’s face remained impassive. “I must go.”
“Wait!” Willa snapped, stopping herself from grabbing him. “You can’t just go. I need to know what happened. What the hell were those things? What the hell are you?”
“The demons need not concern you. They won’t harm you again.”
“Demons,” the word tasted unpleasant in her mouth. “Like creatures from Hell. That means you really are an angel.” She looked at the feathered wings folded behind his back.
The angel pursed his lips. “Some humans call us that,” he conceded.
“Some humans? This is absolutely crazy!”
The angel made to get to his feet. “I must go. I’m sorry that they tried to hurt you.”
His tone was flat, but Willa heard a sliver of genuine regret in his voice. His concern enveloped her in a warm fuzzy feeling. “Please,” she said, making herself look into his penetrating eyes. “Don’t go yet. At least you can tell me your name.”
His face clouded over and his jaw worked silently as if he was arguing with himself. He dipped his head shyly. “My name is Jeremiel. It is unusual name here. You can call me Jeremie.”
“That’s a nice name,” Willa replied. “I’m Willa.”
“I know,” he said. “I read it on your name badge when I came into the diner.”
“Really?” Willa said in surprise. “I didn’t think you noticed me.”
A half-smile played at his lips. “Of course I did, as soon as I came in. How could I not?”
Willa’s eyes widened. Had he just paid her compliment? The half-smile vanished and his face looked troubled again. He kept his eyes downward and scrutinized the bracelet he was still holding. When he made no further attempts at conversation, she worked up the courage to come back to the bed and sit down next to him.
“So,” she said brightly, trying to break the awkward silence, “I thought angels’ wings were white.”
He glanced at his own wings.
“The colour depends on our rank. Mine are blue because I am merely a soldier-spy. Host Generals have red wings, and only the Sacred Ones, the wisest and noblest of our kind, have white ones.”
Willa nodded, trying to make sense of this. “You come from Heaven.”
Jeremie smiled at this, it made him look endearingly boyish and cute. “Again, some humans might describe it like that, but we call the place we come from Astros.”
“Astros?”
“Yes,” Jeremie said enthusiastically. He lifted his eyes and they shone brightly. “You see, three Great Realms exist in the void, Astros, my home, the Artifice, which is what we call your universe, and Deimos, the kingdom of the demons.”
Willa frowned. “Deimos, that’s like Hell then?”
“In a way,” Jeremie replied. “It is a place of pure darkness and evil. Once, long ago, there was only Astros and Deimos and they went to war. There was a great battle between the angels and the demons and Astros and Deimos were almost destroyed. Vast supernatural powers were unleashed in the battle and there was a great explosion, the energy of which created the Artifice. Ever since then, Astros has defended the Artifice and Earth from the demons of Deimos.”
“Then, there is a God and . . . a Devil?” Willa had never really believed in religion until tonight.
“We call Him the Essence,” Jeremie said. “He has pledged to protect the human race from Deimos. If they could, the demons would conquer your world and use you as their playthings.”
Willa thought about Flick and his gang and shuddered. “Is that why you’re here? To protect people like me?”
“In a way,” replied Jeremie. He raised the bracelet. “Flick was wearing this because it has the power to locate a magical copper scroll. Many years ago, the founder of this town, Samuel Moon, made a pact with a demon lord offering his soul in exchange for the secrets of dark sorcery. The scroll contains his most powerful spells and was hidden somewhere in the town after he died. The demons want it now, and I’ve been sent to get it before they do.”
“If they were supposed to be out looking for a scroll, why did they hang round the diner?” Willa asked.
“Demons can only stay on your world for a short space of time, and when they’re here they let their animal instincts take over,” Jeremie said in open disgust. “They gorge themselves on all the things they can’t get on Deimos, and have an overpowering urge to satisfy their lusts.” He gave Willa a meaningful look. “I was tracking Flick and his men when I came to the diner.”
“Lucky for you they got sidetracked then,” Willa said.
“No,” Jeremie said firmly. “They could have killed you. If I hadn’t got to you in time, they would have ripped you to pieces.”
The anger in his voice thrummed through her. Heat suffused her body at being so close to his raw power. She felt her large breasts strain against her bra and her pussy was a slick patch of aching need. She wanted so badly for him to touch her, to hold her in his strong arms. She edged close to him, and felt the downy softness of one of his wings brush against her skin.
“But they didn’t kill me,” she said softly. “You got to me in time. You’re my guardian angel.”
He frowned at this, but Willa could read the brooding desire in his eyes. She sensed he felt the same thing she did, but he seemed unwilling to act on it. “I am pledged to protect all humans,” he said in a strained voice. “We’ve talked enough. I must go and find the scroll.”
Outside, the thunder growled and Willa heard the first splatter of raindrops on the window. It made her want to move closer to him. “You shouldn’t go out now,” she said i
n a low voice. “Not while it’s raining.”
“Rain is nothing to me,” he scoffed, but made no move to leave.
“Stay,” she whispered. She held his gaze and her hand slipped over his hand that didn’t hold the bracelet. He didn’t stop her when she lifted it up and gently kissed his knuckles. His skin tasted soft and clean.
“We mustn’t,” he said in a ragged voice. His fingers tightened round her hand as she carried on kissing them.
After a while, she brought his hand down to touch the cleft between her breasts. The heat from his body poured into her, filling her with a deep sensual energy. Her nipples hardened and her breathing became shallow. Jeremie’s face was a mask of lust and his hand slowly began to caress her left breast. She let out a deep throaty moan.
“You’re beautiful,” his gentle voice caressed her.
Unable to stop herself, she leant forward and kissed his lips. They were soft and feathery and tasted sublime. He trembled against her like a new born lamb and after a few moments hesitation, returned the kiss. Dimly, she was aware of him dropping the bracelet and then he brought his hand up to slip round her waist.
Fire surged through her bloodstream, and her hands caressed his bare skin. The kiss deepened and became more urgent. She pressed against him, luxuriating in his strength. His cock was an iron rod in his leather pants and it ground into her groin.
After a blissful eternity they surfaced from the kiss. He wrapped her in his arms, and she hugged him tight. His fingers played with her silky soft hair and he trailed kisses along her slender neck. Willa sighed in delight.
He shifted his weight and gently laid her back on the bed. She sank into the duvet as he slowly undressed her. Her skin tingled from his touch and he caressed her breasts as he gently slipped her out of her bra. He crouched between her legs and slipped his fingers into her panties. When he touched her lips, now wet and swollen, her breathing hitched and she let out a throaty moan. His eyes shone with a glowing blue light as he hitched down her panties leaving her open to him. His strong hands parted her legs and he sank his mouth into her triangle of neatly trimmed pubic hair.
“Oh God!” she gasped.
Ravenously, he devoured her sucking and licking the velvet folds of her labia. Her wet heat spilled from between her legs and she grabbed at his hair as he pushed deeper inside her. She writhed as he moved from her lips and sucked hard at her strawberry bright clit.
Willa closed her eyes, drifting away on the wave of ecstasy. His tongue worked her expertly, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans crashed in her ears and she almost felt embarrassed that the neighbours might hear. Outside though, the rain was now pouring hard and the thunder roared as the storm ripped through the heavens.
Jeremie gripped her thighs and squeezed her legs against his head. He plunged into her without abandon, flexing and flattening his tongue in just the right way to stimulate her pleasure points. Willa was panting hard now, feeling the wild rush of climax. Her moans grew louder and louder and she wanted desperately for this moment to last forever. She never wanted this bliss to ever end.
Inevitably though, her body could take no more. She finally surrendered to the aching release. She arched her back as untrammelled release engulfed her. The powerful orgasm was more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. She shuddered and writhed, lost in the heady delirium of pleasure.
Time seemed to stand still and she was lost in a haze. She sank back into the bed as he slowly emerged from between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His face was a mask of lust, and he slowly unbuttoned his pants. He wore no underwear, and his cock was a throbbing monolith, huge and magnificent.
“Fuck me,” she said harshly. “I want you inside me.”
With wolf-like grace, he pressed his weight against her and his wings fanned out. She bit her lip as the fat head of his dick nudged against the slick mouth of her vagina. For a moment he hesitated, and she realized he was silently asking permission. She stroked the corded muscles of his arms and nodded.
He grinned, and his face lit up like a beacon. He was perfection incarnate, and she had never felt such a connection with any other living thing in her whole life. Her lips parted into a half-smile, beckoning him to take her.
Jeremie pushed in deeper, and Willa groaned with pleasure as his large meat filled her tight hole. He moved slowly, carefully, treating her with tenderness. She was still wet from her orgasm and there was little resistance as gently fucked her. She purred like a wildcat and wrapped her legs around him. She dug her nails into the firm contours of his back urging him to go faster.
He obliged, thrusting deeper into her. His breath panted and he crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed him hard, desperate for his taste. Exquisite pain speared her body as he pounded her pussy, and she bucked against him consumed by feral lust.
“Yes,” he rasped, breaking the kiss and throwing back his head. “Yes! Yes!”
Willa’s hands moved down to his iron hard buttocks, and she squeezed and clawed at them, as he rammed her. The bed screeched with protest and outside the rain pelted hard against the window, its roar filling the whole bungalow.
His motion sped up, and she sensed he was close to release. She moaned loudly, begging him to fuck her, whipping him up into a wild frenzy. Then his whole body tensed and he emptied his seed inside her. At the moment of sweet release, his bones seemed to melt away and he sagged against her. The beating of his heart drummed against her chest. She held him close, keeping him inside her. She wanted this intense moment of intimacy to last forever.
Eventually, Jeremie kissed her softly on the forehead and slipped gently out of her pussy. He wrapped her up into his embrace, and covered them both with his wing. With the storm raging outside, she felt warm and safe in his arms and snuggled deeper into his chest.
An eternity of companionable silence stretched between them, until Jeremie spoke again. “You are hurt.”
She lifted her head and frowned. “What do you mean? You mean in the fight in the alleyway? No. I was a bit bruised, but no real damage, thanks to you.”
“No, not like that,” he said. “You’re hurt inside. Someone hurt your soul. I can sense these things.”
She let his words sink in, and she realized what he was talking about. “His name’s Alec,” she said in a flat voice. “I met him at college. I loved him like crazy. He was my first too. I thought he loved me too. I guess he did in his own sick way, that’s why he used to hit me.”
A flicker of pain crossed Jeremie’s face and he nuzzled her closer to him. “You are running from him.” It was a statement more than a question.
“That’s how I ended up here. One day he’ll find me and I’ll move on again.”
“Not now,” Jeremie whispered. “I am here.”
“You’ll move on as well,” Willa said bitterly. “When you’ve found that scroll or whatever it is.”
Jeremie started slowly kissing her neck, and she felt her pussy dampen again. His long fingers fondled her pebble hard nipples and she gasped. “No,” she said. “If this isn’t going to last, I don’t want the pain of reliving what we did more than once.”
He lightly nibbled her ear, opening the floodgates of bliss. His hand slowly trailed down her abdomen and belly and fingered her swelling slit. She crooned as two of those wonderful fingers eased inside her.
“Let it happen,” his voice caressed her ear like silk. “We can’t fight it.”
She surrendered to him. His fingers explored the sensitive walls of her pussy, homing in on the rough tissue of her g-spot. He danced over it with erotic skill, flicking and rubbing it until she was writhing helplessly on the bed.
“Oh God! You’re no angel!” she cried.
“I was human once. A long time ago, before the Essence chose me for His crusade. I don’t remember much of that life, but I remember how to touch a woman.”
Willa tried to reply, but the sudden rush of orgasm hit her with all the force of a freig
ht train. She gripped his wrist as clear ejaculate gushed over his fingers. He took them out and greedily lapped up her sweet nectar.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “I want you on top.”
Willa needed no further encouragement. She pushed out of his tangled embrace and straddled his firm body. His cock had stirred into life again, and was still wet from being inside her the first time. She clamped her mouth over his manhood and sucked him hard. Now it was his turn to writhe and arch his back.
“Please, don’t send me over the edge like this,” he panted. “I want to be inside you again.”
With a hint of sadistic relish, she swallowed him down to the root, brushing her nose against the soft burr of his blond pubic hair. Then she finally released him, and shifted round until she could lever herself onto his dick. Her pussy ached again as she pushed him inside her, and she clutched at his defined pectorals to counter the pain. A look of pure rapture crossed his face, and he reached up to squeeze and play with her ripe breasts.
This time they moved slower. The frantic passion of before had given way to a slow rhythmic dance. He was so powerful and tender, and she drifted away into sweet oblivion. His magnificent cock pushed up between her legs like a machine, sending her body to new heights of sensation. Another orgasm exploded inside her, and she almost swooned from the intensity. She fingered her breasts as she came, and growled like a lioness.
Jeremie let out a sharp moan shortly after, and shot his load. She revelled in the sticky heat of his seed, wanting his very essence to fill her. The connection she felt between them was a golden bond, eternal and unbreakable.
This time when they parted, she was utterly exhausted and fell into a deep contented sleep as soon as she pressed her head against his chest. The last thing she remembered was the steady thrum of the rain as the storm petered out.
CHAPTER 4
The grey light of dawn was just beginning to break as Willa and Jeremie arrived at the disused steel mill at the edge of town. The storm of last night had left the ground fresh and wet, and Willa breathed in the strong smell of vegetation. Everything felt renewed and invigorated.
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