Angelic Beauty

by Lisa-Ann Carey

  In the beginning of their relationship her family had judged him quite severely initially that he felt irky about the resistance and it became difficult for him to avoid harbouring resentment towards them. Lucky for Malachi the Siffleur family had missed the world news about his womanizing.

  He feared they wouldn’t trust him and that nothing he could do would restore their faith in what he was doing with their daughter.

  Getting on with the relationship was the most difficult at first but this time in Switzerland was necessary to establish the bond they now held. If they had been mutually antagonistic towards each other it would have been soul-destroying. They became like twins and grew to a dependency on each other.

  Swooning about the very fact that she loved watching him work made her state a fact that he was a most fabulous person. His keen intellect and funniness were the major attractants. The week at the Vet Hospital was for Angea-Lea a most enjoyable experience.

  As he said to Angea-Lea with Aussie slang, “We’re on the improve, meaning we’re getting better.” A big chunk of Aussie gold he was to her, she told him proudly.

  Malachi shooting Angea-Lea

  Chapter Seventeen

  Since taking in Jiminez the role of motherhood fitted Angea-Lea like a glass slipper. Certain fundamental parts of his character were so genuine he belonged definitely to the original Castle stock his new mother could see. He was a self-determined little boy he dreamed big dreams aspiring to be successful and his heart was filled with passion in helping other young boys without parents find families who would love them.

  On the weekend Jiminez and Malachi made a giant winged pig and entered it into the 30th Hot Air Balloon week at Chateau d’Oex in the Swiss Alps. He had encouraged little fellas everywhere from all over the world to create one and the hills came alive as they all watched the launching of more than 200 balloons from 10 countries.

  The little guy moved many a mate’s heart as he took them for a joy-ride over Switzerland in his hot air balloon. He told reporters on the day that he didn’t want to waste his life. “You must have a plan and stick to it,” he informed the lonely little guys. His touch left the boys feeling enlightened and in deeper touch with humanity. No more battle with hardship he now had everything.

  The next two weeks they were rushed off their feet. Lastly, in Lauterbrunnen Valley the “pure springs” they visited a couple who lived near the waterfalls that plummet down the sheer walls of the narrow, glacier-cut valley. “Stark but beautiful, untamed yet serene – Eden,” Malachi’s words described it to the max. Dwarfed by vertical rock cliffs Lauterbrunnen looked small. This was their last visit to treat Myelopathy in a Saint Bernard. Blackcurrant seed oil completely cured the condition.

  Malachi had definitely earned his wages, they packed up and travelled home to France. Mystically romantic Paris greeted them. They were pleased to be back in the city of extremes – the very old tied to the very new where some pleasures are excessively expensive, others incredibly cheap. Malachi was a big bargain hunter.

  At twelve midnight while driving down an avenue just past the Arc de Triomphe Malachi, Angea-Lea, Jiminez, Antaeus and Junré witnessed a drive by shooter in a big American limousine gun down a prostitute working the streets of Paris. They were at a loss for words. Malachi telephoned the police and ambulance and her dead body was taken away. Angea-Lea’s usual bubbly self turned quiet. Later they would learn the sex worker was addicted to heroine and didn’t pay up for her last batch. Crime fighters arrested the shooter later in the week. “They really need to be taught self-defence techniques but then again how does that prevent a random shooting from a speeding car?” Malachi mentioned. Girls were stabbed the week before in a carpark.

  If Angea-Lea had have had her angelic powers she could have prevented the murder of the sex worker.

  The mountaineer swung into the drive and cruised into the carport of The River Gallery. Malachi opened the rear door and snatched the luggage in his large hands and carried it to his bedroom. On the way home Antaeus and Junré agreed Angea-Lea could officially move in with her Malachi. Antaeus believed that one does not know another unless they live with them, much to Angea-Lea’s excitement. They helped her move all of her gear making several trips then Malachi and Angea-Lea dropped her parents off at their home then returned to Malachi’s apartment.

  “Three years ago I attended Milan’s fashion week, I had designed some clothes and modelled them my styles brought down the curtain. This is a denim mini-skirt with holes and elasticised waist it goes with this matching denim top with sweetheart neckline and arrowed waistline it laces up the front bodice do you like the idea of the holes, it is meant to be worn with nothing underneath,” Angea-Lea told them, organising her clothes.

  “It’s effectual, sexy and empowering. Put it on,” Malachi suggested.

  The empowering teenager ran to the master bedroom and hopped into the outfit and returned to the lounge room. Her nipples stuck out of the holes and her peaches could be clearly seen and from the rear one big hole revealed her plumpish butt.

  Jiminez oggled at the designer’s bits and pieces, poking his fingers through the holes. It was a job trying to stop him, the rascal.

  “Never have I had so much fun,” piped Jiminez.

  Malachi adored the head-turning outfit.

  Jiminez read cowboy stories in his room and Angea-Lea prepared a coffee in the kitchen, Malachi’s eighteen and a half inch penis rammed up her bottom. With his arms around her he played with her nipples and played with her protruding belly, then Malachi followed her back to the bedroom where she changed out of the outfit and into a less revealing floral frock.

  Malachi forced his penis back down then zipped up they walked into the lounge room and began reading the paper. “A young girl is in danger,” they read, “police took it in hand to release details and a picture of the ten-year-old in the hopes someone would identify her and locate her.

  A recording of her being physically and sexually assaulted say child abuse investigators is repulsive.

  A paedophile who recorded on a CD-ROM the goings on had to hand it over to French police then he was arrested.

  Investigators believe the recording was made in Paris as the Arc de Triomphe could be seen in the background.

  Men with French accents could also be heard.

  The middle-aged man on the CD was not known.”

  “I’ve never seen anything as bad as this,” Malachi shed a tear.

  Weeping could be heard by Jiminez under his window, he got up and opened the sliding glass door, to his amazement sat a little ten-year-old girl naked and curled up on the porch.

  Jiminez wrapped a towel around her and asked who she was and what had happened to her.

  She stopped weeping but sobbed, “My name is Devrae Moniet and some men have been doing dirty things to me and I got away and saw this floating block of units and I ran along the bridge and hid here. They are after me.”

  “Come with me,” he held her hand and led her to the lounge room.

  Angea-Lea’s mouth opened wide as did her eyes, “You are the little girl in the paper.”

  Malachi took the little girl’s hand in his and with a look of adoration on his face told her, “We’ve rescued you, you are safe with us.”

  “Do you have a mom and dad?” Jiminez asked feeling sad.

  With droopy eyes and mouth to match she answered, “They died when I was born and I have been staying in an orphanage. I was playing outside in the yard and this horrible man took me away.”

  “What did he do to you dear one?” Malachi questioned.

  “He touch me between my legs and stuck his penis in me.”

  “Dirty brute! Ooh! You poor little girl.”

  It was a tenebrous story the fellow-feeling Malachi shared with her made her want to hide herself in his big strong arms.

  “Be my daddy please,” she fought back the tears that almost drowned her.

  “Of course I will. You are most welcome to join o
ur little family. My name is Malachi Castle, this is Angea-Lea Siffleur my soon to be wife and our soon to be adopted son Jiminez Pedro.”

  “Hello everyone my name is Devrae Moniet and I am so happy I am with safe people now.”

  It felt good lying in her new daddy’s arms. The little girl closed her eyes and dreamed of a new life, a future she almost didn’t have.

  All night long she slept in between Malachi and Angea-Lea but there were times bad dreams woke her. They were there for her and explained how the police will capture the other baddie and throw him in jail. They told her they loved her and promised to look after her. Her sweet little grin said it all and she closed her eyes and fell asleep until the morning sun kissed her awake.

  Malachi woke before everyone and made a telephone call to the police. He explained to them that he assessed her welfare and well-being and told her where she was. He also said he would take her in. The police came to Malachi’s address and did a final assessment and was happy for her to stay with them. Later, they caught the madman that had done the dirty deed.

  That day Angea-Lea and the rest of the crew moved her gear into the apartment. She sat at the sewing machine all day after purchasing some material for the new little member of the family, making sweet little frocks and jumpsuits.

  More information came to light about how she was treated at the orphanage. The supervisor, she told them kicked her repeatedly for wetting the bed, smacked her with a giant wooden spoon and punched her. Malachi called the police back and relayed everything she had told him and the supervisor was found guilty of assault and child cruelty and she was charged and sentenced to ten years in jail.

  Malachi telephoned the organizer of the competition to confirm that he and four friends were able to attend the dinner.

  The angels in heaven rejoiced at Angea-Lea’s generosity and decided to give her her powers back. She proved to Malachi and Jiminez that she was a real angel and that she could do anything by blessing the little girl with health and happiness. The little girl’s mind suffered with mental depression. But after Angea-Lea’s angelic touch away went the grief, anxiety, discontentment, remorse, guilt and distrust that could have destroyed her. The bruises on her body were instantly healed.

  They all gave her courage, hope, faith, sympathy, and pure love. She grew to become contented and cheerful it was health to her body and strength to her soul.

  * * * * * *

  The night before they were to leave for Sydney, Australia Angea-Lea lay naked with a naked Malachi shaking involuntarily with expectation on the bed in the hot weather warm with passion and desire. She manoeuvred her fingers across the wide, uncovered part of his body containing his lovable heart and lungs and in a descending direction to his abdomen. He had fallen flat on his back after she’d climbed on top of him and was now smiling with joy his hand teasing the skin of her flared hips, the smooth surface of their skin bright from a sprinkle of sweat. Sluggishly he unknotted her silky golden hair combing the strands out of her bright eyes. She lent down and brought her lips close to his and he slightly smeared the dull pink surface with his delicious moisture. He gently bit her tongue and his lips played with her bottom lip annoying her slightly as his lips came close to hers one minute then pulled away the next dallying with her. Before too long her hand grabbed a fistful of his golden mane forcing his lips to hers pressing them together absorbingly, with an eager desire. His sexual appetite was edacious and he drooled at her utter loveliness.

  Their lips split suddenly, they both sucked in the hot air of summer, her delicate hands rested on his tight shoulders and wandered to his big beautiful hairless chest, slipping down to his telegraph pole. She rubbed and rubbed the entire length making it wobble in circles while his scrotum swelled and rattled, a little semen squirted free onto her protruding belly and suffering mental distress, he instinctively took hold of her, and rolled her over and lay atop her being careful not to put all his weight on her tummy.

  They made love for twenty minutes, three times they climaxed but who’s counting? It felt like flaming fire deep within their genitals. He had brought her under his control so her uncontrollable weakness of mind merged with that of his stronger mind. Only he had the power to leave this Angel of Light wanting moral courage by thrusting his health-giving instrument inside and out of her empty pocket, she, regarding with much affection the outline of his face that she’d softened with ardour, their eyes slammed shut at the final climax lost in lust to such a degree they almost missed their plane.

  The roar of the plane sounded like a bird or war. When it landed Malachi jokingly said aloud, “All aboard the B-52 bomber,” scaring everyone half to death.

  Quietly confident of a new beginning little Devrae boarded the plane with the others. Antaeus and Junré hitched along for the ride due to the fact that Malachi and Angea-Lea decided to wed and live in Australia, the floating palace would be used as a holiday home.

  During the long flight there were times Malachi slipped deep into Angea-Lea’s tasty honey pot in the privacy of the toilet.

  Jiminez and his little friend got to know each other while Antaeus argued with Junré as to what the wedding gown should look like and whether the ceremony ought to take place in a chapel or in the great outdoors.

  Angea-Lea found herself thinking about Manuel Châteaux, she somehow admired him for his bravery in kidnapping her and it was a queer thought that she wished she could go through it all again. The fact that he kept much to himself was intriguing. Most of the time they had known each other when she was growing up he was quiet. There was a certain kind of charm in that. She wished he had not gone to jail.

  When they reached Sydney airport she made it a point to contact the authorities involved in arresting him and told them he didn’t rape her but he made love to her and that he just took her on holiday.

  Before too long he would be released from prison.

  She felt she was becoming helplessly attracted to him. But then again Manuel had been callous and cruel and she wasn’t sure she could give her love to him.

  “Keep faithful to Malachi otherwise you will lose your powers for good this time,” the angels whispered in her ear. During the taxi ride to their rented house her angelic spirit left her body and she appeared before the angel council in heaven. The sacred duties that lay ahead of her were part of the angel’s plan to heal the world and because she was called up to make real sacrifices for the King of Angels and that she never gave up in the heavenward way she became the Queen of Angels and no matter what she did on earth she would never lose her powers in the heavenly service of helping others again. She recited the message of promise: “Every duty I undertake as humble as it may be I will actively play my part. I will do my best. My energy and cheerfulness I will lend to others in the loving ministry of the angels.”

  And with that said and done her angelic spirit returned to her body and they arrived at their rented home, she told Malachi the good news. “Come on my angel your wings must be worn out flying to heaven and back,” he said carrying her in his arms.

  The home they rented was captivating like Malachi’s eyes. They walked across the broad expanse of brick paving and up the wide stairway, Jiminez and Devrae hand in hand. “The plants on the edge of the steps adds a softening effect,” Angea-Lea noticed when they came in.

  “Yes my loved one.”

  Straight up the stairs to the bedroom he plonked Angea-Lea’s weary body on the beige coloured smooth timber framed bed. The bedroom was set on a diagonal, Malachi closed the door leaving her time to rest while he unpacked the kiddies’ clothes and toys. She looked at herself through the clever arrangement of mirror panels; they reflected interesting features such as a window and a group of plants both floral and coloured foliage.

  Closing her eyes she cast her mind back to Manuel’s tall and domineering figure watching over her on the bed in the hut and the fact that he held chief power of overlooking and the power of defending it made her feel precious, of high value like his high
ly prized châteaux eggs. His fine, manly features dominated her memory and she couldn’t help but feel attracted to his sense of imperviousness, he never admitted the entrance of other bodies into his world, his world was just for her.

  The mirrored tiles created the illusion of space and light and as her eyes fluttered open it somehow reminded her of endless orgasms with Malachi and she wondered after they got married would she still be able to perform in bed. Then she reminded herself that being an angel she could easily solve any sexual dilemmas she may face.

  She inspected the simple, custom-built shelf unit wrapped around two walls either side of the bed, it gave ample storage and the splendid display headboard boasted pretty plants and ornaments.

  A scantily dressed Jiminez and Devrae ran upstairs and bolted through the main bedroom door laughing and screaming at the sight of Angea-Lea seated daintily on the fluffy stool at the dressing table. Before they came in Angea-Lea’s face did not wear a smile because she missed Manuel. But her face changed as the children burst in and she cupped their heads in her hands and gave their grubby faces a peck. She teased and tickled them chasing them around the room saying, “I will catch you pair of galloping ponies.” They stopped and poked and prodded her pretty face after she lifted them her cheeks were puffed from smiling and her gentle mothering hands patted their plump thighs she kissed them once more and let them go to play on their own.

  At bedtime feature spotlights played up the reflection and doubled as reading lamps. The natural timber tones complimented with soft desert shades of peach and beige were the perfect decorating partners that didn’t upstage the dynamic use of angles and mirror.

  Malachi viewed his reflection in the mirror as he put away the last of their clothes, the littlies he had bathed and tucked into bed after a meal of pizza and apple pie. At the sight of Angea-Lea’s large bosoms and round tummy his gigantic manhood rose and she could not help but stare at this magnificently looking man. He had everything.