“Really? You would do all that for me?”
“Of course. I love you, Uriah Smith.”
The next morning, just as I feared, I felt the full effects of my boyfriend’s fist. What had caused the best orgasm of my life, was now resulting in the worst pain. It was so bad, I could barely move. It was a thousand time worse than our first time together. His cock may have battered me pretty good, but his fist was a whole other story. I barely managed to get down the hall to use the bathroom. When Uriah saw me moving bow legged over hot coals, concern filled his eyes.
Are you okay? he asked using ASL since his wings were out.
“Not really. My appointment with the apartment manager is at three. I have to be better by then.”
I didn’t do much for the entirety of the morning. I tried rubbing lotion on my hole, but that had no effect. Uriah brought me food while my parents were away. As the hours ticked down ’til my appointment, I became increasingly anxious. This was the best looking apartment I’d seen at a reasonable price. I had to be there. By two thirty, I could hind my discomfort, but it was still a grind. I was grateful that Uriah’s wings went back in. I really didn’t want to do this alone. The drive to the apartment complex was awkward because my butt hovered a few inches off the seat the whole way, making operating my car difficult. I didn’t take an easy breath until we pulled into the parking lot.
The apartment manager was waiting for us in the main office. She was a very upbeat and enthusiastic woman. She didn’t appear to have a problem with the two of us being in a relationship. As she showed us around, she reiterated how conveniently located the complex was to the University. The place was very spacious, looking just as good in person as it had in the photos. An added perk, as if it needed any, it had its own washer and dryer so we wouldn’t have to go to the laundry mat.
As she started getting to the end of the tour, I noticed that Uriah was getting increasingly jittery. Finally looking like he couldn’t take it anymore, he asked her if she’d give us a second alone.
“Sure,” she replied, smiling sweetly. “I’ll just get those papers for Mr. Applegate to sign.” The moment she was gone, my boyfriend dragged me into the bedroom.
“What’s going on?” I asked as he locked the door. Instead of answering, he backed me up against the wall, planting kiss after kiss against my lips. I relaxed until I felt his hands at my belt.
“Are you crazy? She’ll be back in a minute!”
“Perfect, that’s all I need.” Looking down, I realized that his dick was already out. That was fast. He didn’t waist any time trying to pry my jeans off my hips.
“We are not having sex here!” I gasped, jerking away, but the wall stopped me. All I could do was maintain a desperate grip on my waist band. Unfortunately, Uriah is a lot stronger than I am. With focused determination, he forced my pants down my thighs. “We can’t have sex!” I hissed, my heart rate jumping. “We don’t have lube.” This was just a last ditch excuse. Lube or not, my ass was in no condition to get fucked. I was still painfully raw from yesterday’s experience.
“One step ahead of you,” Uriah said, reaching in his pocket and retrieving a packet of lubricant. As if that settled it, he placed it between his teeth, grabbed me by the hips and tried to spin me around.
“No!” I cried out, grabbing onto his shoulders and hanging on. “The apartment manager will be back any second!”
“So for days you’ve been demanding my cock and now that I’m ready to give it to you, you’re not interested?”
“I’m still sore from yesterday. Even if I wanted it, I can’t.”
“I need it now!” he growled, his eyes on fire.
“Could you have chosen a worse time? We’ll get caught for sure. Please, Uriah, I really like this apartment. Don’t make me lose it.”
“I just want a quickie.” He was starting to sound angry and I feared he was having another mood swing.
“If you’re that horny, I can give you a blowjob,” I offered hopefully.
“No, I want that ass.”
“I’m still sore.”
“The last time you said that, I had to wait a week. I’m not waiting a week.” As if that ended the conversation, he pried my hands off his shoulders and turned me around. I was no match for his strength. Tears stung my eyes in fear of the pain I was sure to endure. I tried to struggle, but my boyfriend was leaning all his weight against me. I begged and pleaded as he torn the packet of lube open, but he ignored me. With the side of my face squashed up against the wall, I couldn’t see what he was doing, but I certainly felt it when the head of his dick brushed my tortured hole. Knowing that fighting would only worsen the pain, I stopped.
“That’s more like it,” Uriah grunted. Tears wet my cheeks and salted my lips as I braced myself. In the depths of my despair, I hoped to god he came soon. As I bit my lip, waiting for this nightmare to end, the weight of his body melted away. Now his strong hands found my hips as he bent his knees, searching for the right angle. It was now or never. Just as my boyfriend prepared to push in, I spun around, grabbed him by the shoulders and kneed him as hard as I could in the balls. He staggered backwards, his wings surging forth as if driven out by the pain. For several seconds Uriah remained on his hands and knees, his chest heaving and his feathers quivering. Wiping the tears from my face, I hurriedly pulled up my pants. When my boyfriend remained immobile, I began to worry that I might have kneed him too hard. Taking a tentative step forward, I asked if he was okay. He didn’t answer. Kneeling down, I reached out to touch him, but the moment I made contact, he jerked away. I watched as his muscles tensed and after what looked like a great effort, he retracted his wings. He didn’t say a word, his face stoney as he stuffed his manhood back into his jeans and zipped up.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered, unnerved by his expression. “I just didn’t want you to do something you’d regret.”
“My only regret is dating a prude,” he growled, his voice dangerous.
“I’m not a prude. I just don’t think it’s appropriate to have sex while signing for an apartment. Besides, I already told you I’m still sore.”
“Whatever. You didn’t have to take a shot below the belt. That’s just wrong.”
“You were about to rape me.” My voice shook in the aftermath of what almost happened. In the aftermath of what he almost did.
Uriah looked at me sharply, his brow knitting together. “How is that rape? You’re my boyfriend.”
“No, means no.”
He snorted, looking unamused. “I forgot. You’re a chick.”
“And I forgot you grew up under a rock.”
“I don’t need this,” he snarled, his golden eyes as cold as ice. “If you won’t give it up, I’ll find someone who will.” Without another word, my boyfriend darted to the bedroom window, slid it open and let his wings out before taking off. Dumbstruck, I stood there for a second before, running over to the window. I couldn’t believe Uriah was flying in broad daylight. What if someone sees him? Searching the sky, I saw him high overhead, a tiny dot against the pale blue sky. I didn’t step away from the window until there was a soft knock on the door. Only now did I realize I was shaking. I still couldn’t believe he’d tried to force himself on me. I knew he could be scary when he got like that, but I had no idea it would go that far. That he would go that far. He must have blacked out. I refused to believe any conscious part of him would be capable of rape. He just needs time, I told myself taking a deep breath as I went to the door and unlocked it. Just a little time.
When I opened the bedroom door for the apartment manager, her polite smile turned to concern when she saw me.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” Is it that obvious? I tried to smile, but I’m not sure I was convincing. My heart was still racing.
“Where’s your boyfriend?” she asked, peering past me into the bedroom.
“Uh, he had to take off— I mean, he had to run. Sorry.”
“Okay…” Her concern wa
s mounting. If I didn’t change the subject fast, she might suspect the truth. Based on the way she was currently looking at me, it was probably written all over my face.
“So, uh, do you have the papers for me to sign?”
“Yes, here they are.” She handed over the documents, her eyes still roaming over my face. Trying not to seem overly anxious, I accepted them before thanking her and hurrying from the apartment. Returning to my car, I wrenched the door open and collapsed in the driver’s seat. I was instantly back on my feet when my ass erupted in pain. It was several minutes before my hands stopped shaking. When my heart finally stopped pounding out a cacophony of fear against my ribs, I considered calling my boyfriend until I remembered he couldn’t answer. Not while he wings were out. He was probably on his way home. Most likely he’ll be waiting for me when I get back. With this reassuring thought, I climbed into my car and returned to the house. When I didn’t find Uriah perched on my bed, I became worried. After an hour, I called him, but he didn’t answer. Instead, his phone went straight to voicemail. That’s odd. Are his wings still out? Trying not to worry, I got to work filling out the apartment forms. When I was finished half an hour later and my boyfriend still hadn’t gotten back to me, I couldn’t help the fear that started to rise in my chest. I wanted to go looking for him, but I had no idea where to start. Would he return to his world, or was he somewhere in the city? I hoped it was the former. I hated the thought that in his emotional state, he might inadvertently let people see his wings. I even turned on my TV to see if there was any breaking news about angels. There was nothing. Wherever he was, he wasn’t making headlines. At least not around here. I only hoped he was okay.
While I felt powerless where my boyfriend was concerned, at least there was something I could do. My ass was still on fire and the discomfort was starting to get irksome. Pulling out my cell, I called Jean-Luc.
“Hello?” he answered on the first ring.
“Hey, it’s Aaron. I was just wondering if you had a cream or gel for minor injuries.”
“Are you okay? What happened?”
“Nothing, I’m fine. I was just hoping to speed up the healing process on a rather annoying scrape.”
“I have just the thing.” A second later a medium sized container of clear gel appeared on my dresser.
“Thanks,” I said before hanging up. Only seconds after applying the clear, slippery gel, my hole stopped aching and stinging. I sighed with relief. What happened at the apartments sucked, but it was over. When my boyfriend returned I wanted to be ready for him. I only hoped he wasn’t away too long.
Chapter 29
Uriah
I hate seeing my boyfriend in pain whether it’s physical or psychological. I hate that his parents didn’t care enough to notice that he’d been missing and I hate that I couldn’t be enough for him. But most of all, I hate that I couldn’t give him what he needed sexually. Every time he asked for it, it was that much harder to say no. I wanted to succumb to him so badly. I really did, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t do anything that might lock out my wings. If that was possible. But after Aaron texted his ex for a ride back into the city, I knew I had to do something. If I didn’t, I would lose him for sure. Being able to satisfy him with my hands was rewarding, but I quickly regretted it when I saw how much pain he was in the next morning. He tried to downplay it, but I could tell he was hurting. All morning I chastised myself for not being more careful. I also feared that my wings wouldn’t retract, preventing me from accompanying him to his appointment with the apartment manager. After what happened with his parents, I didn’t want to leave his side. Not for a moment. He needed someone in his life that he could count on. I wanted to be that someone.
My wings did retract in time, but once we got to the apartment I started having other issues. Getting the tour from the manager, I tried to pay attention, but a heat was rising in me that I couldn’t ignore. I had managed to refrain from sexual intercourse for over a week and now the urge was starting to take over. It starting out as a mild thrum in the early hours of the morning, but by three o’clock I was going out of my mind. To make matters worse, I started swimming in and out of consciousness. I remember asking the apartment manager if she could give me and Aaron a moment alone, but then everything went out of focus. The next time I resurfaced, I was flying high above the city. Before I could process what was going on, everything faded out again. I don’t know how much time passed, but when consciousness hit me again, I was walking down main street in the village near my parents’ cabin. Before I could fully grasp what was happening or where I was going, everything faded away. This happened over and over, never giving me enough time to orient myself. Among the locations was a shop and what looked like a restaurant. Again and again I got only a glimpse before everything went black. Very quickly I felt lost and confused. I struggled to anchor myself, but I had no idea how. Plus, I barely had enough time to focus, much less think of a solution. After at least five different locations, I resurfaced in a small but lavish room. I think it was a bedroom, but I can’t be sure. I was standing behind a raven haired girl. My hands were on her hips, her impossibly long locks flew every which was as I thrust into her. She was screaming my name, telling me to go faster, harder. What the hell?! Am I…? Are we…? Oh, my god! It took a second for understanding to seep into my addled brain, but when it did I jerked away, my cock slipping free of her warm, wet folds. I didn’t know where I was and I was scared that I might black out again, but I had to get out of there. Stuffing myself back into my pants, I frantically looked around for an exit.
“Uriah, what is it?” The raven haired girl turned around and I immediately recognized her. Sabrina. Her hair was a mess and her cheeks were flushed as she watched me with uncertain, but hungry eyes. Her bustier had slipped down, exposing a generous portion of her cleavage and I was instantly reminded of the unsolicited fantasies that had plagued me while Aaron and I were apart. Aaron! My stomach clenched. I have to get out of here!
“Uriah…?” Sabrina took a step toward me.
“Don’t touch me!” I hissed, before darting for the door, all the while trying to stay grounded. Dashing down a flight of stairs, I found myself in the lobby of an Inn. I was still getting my bearings when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Unable to face her, I hurried for the front door. Outside, I continued to run until I was back at the portal. I knew Sabrina wouldn’t follow me here. Private property and all. Passing through the gateway to Earth, I immediately checked my phone. There were several missed calls and texts from Aaron.
-Where are you?
-I’m starting to get worried.
-Please call me.
-Let me know that you’re at least alive.
With trembling hands, I texted back that I would be at his window soon. He immediately responded.
-Are you okay? I was so worried.
-I’m fine.
Returning my phone to my pocket, I took a deep breath and let it out before releasing my wings. I didn’t know if they would go back in later, but I didn’t have a second to waste. I had to get back to my boyfriend. When I arrived at his house, it was a quarter past ten. His window was open and he was waiting for me. Seeing his face, I remembered being buried in someone else and my breath caught in my throat. What do I tell him? The truth? Will he accept it? I had no desire to cheat on him. He knows that, right? What happened was completely beyond my control. I was pretty sure Aaron would understand, but I was still scared to death. Regardless of the circumstances, I knew it would hurt. I don’t want to hurt him. I’ve already hurt him enough.
“I’m so glad you’re back,” he breathed, plastering himself to me the moment I was in his bedroom. “I was going out of my mind.”
With his head against my chest I couldn’t sign to him so I just held him close, trying to wordlessly communicate that I was okay. I guess it didn’t work because a second later he pulled away to look up at me.
“What’s wrong?” I shook my head. “Your heart is racing.�
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Long flight, I signed. Just tired.
He didn’t look convinced. “If you’re upset about what happened earlier, it’s okay. I know that wasn’t you. I know you would never intentionally hurt me.”
What? For a moment I thought he already knew about what happened at the Inn. But how?
“At the apartments,” he clarified.
What happened?
“It’s no big deal. I’m okay.”
I remembered very little about our tour, but his reluctance to fill me in was worrisome. What did I do? I remember feeling horny out of my mind. That’s why I sought out sex from… from someone else. What had I done to my boyfriend?
Tell me! I signed, my heart accelarating. I hurt you?
“No,” Aaron insisted. “I’m fine. Nothing happened.”
Tell me.
He hesitated, his deep green eyes sad. “You don’t want to know.”
Yes, I do.
“You obviously weren’t in your right mind.”
I don’t care. Tell me what happened!
My boyfriend swallowed, looking like he was debating filling me in. When I squeezed his arm he relented. “You wanted sex, but I wouldn’t give it to you, not with the apartment manger returning any minute. Plus, I was still sore from the other day.” he paused, his gaze drifting away. “You became angry and tried to force me.”
I didn’t fully understand. When I shook my head in confusion, Aaron continued. “You tried to force yourself on me, Uriah. But it doesn’t matter. I’m okay. You didn’t hurt me. When I refused, you flew away. My main concern is that someone might’ve seen you.”
I stared at him wide-eyed, hardly believing him. Did I really try to…? The thought sent ice down my spine. I knew that Aaron liked it rough and I could be a little forceful at times, but if ever I got the feeling he wasn’t into it, I would back off. Wanting my voice, I closed my eyes and tried to retract my wings, but they wouldn’t go. I need my voice! I need to tell him how sorry I am!
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