by Eryn Black
‘This is what love must feel like for the mortals,’ he thought to himself as he used his feet to push off of the ocean floor, swimming up to her and wrapping his arms tightly around her sending them to spin together through the water.
Aurora smiled brightly, and Azrael could not contain his joy, lowering his head he kissed her eyes, the side of her face and then down her slender neck. She was soft and magical to touch, and he felt crazed with a sudden need to hold her entirely, to kiss every inch of her body until he could claim that she was well and truly his. Down the slope of her neck, his lips moved to her collarbone and his hands adjusted on her hips steering her to float upward bringing her round, soft, perfect breasts to his face. His mouth watered at the sight of them, they floated in the water in a perfect shape, hovering in front of him like a celestial icon. Leaning forward he tenderly kissed the outer curve of one breast and held her shivering under him, then he maneuvered his kisses to the underside and then up the center of her cleavage kissing a line between her breasts and letting them float around his face. It was paradise.
Never in his existence had he found himself so fascinated by the natural curve of a woman’s body, but then again, Aurora was not a woman, but an Angel and in his eyes, pure perfection. Worshiping her with his kisses he turned his attention to her other breast, kissing the dusty rose-colored center and licking the inviting nipple. He sucked her deep into his mouth, until he felt her hard nipple press against the roof of his mouth. The feel of her in his mouth was sublime, a sensation he had never known before and he needed more.
Lost in the ecstasy of his mouth, Aurora stretched her arms up, reaching her hands over her head, and feeling her long hair coiling around her arms as it floated in the water. The motion sent her to float back, headfirst, Azrael used his hands to try and hold her steady, but it felt good to move through the water again while linked to her. Breaking the seal of his lips over her nipple, he wrapped his arms around her once again, pulling them together so that their bodies matched up by every curve and divot, her round breasts pressed against his neck and dragged down to his chest. Compelled by the invitation of her legs spreading wide and then wrapping around his waist until her ankles linked behind his back, Azrael let his body move in the direction that drove his instincts into play along with her, following her well-tuned instincts. The feel of his throbbing cock first pressed against her leg, then running a line up her inner thigh until at last it brushed the outer rim of her glorious sex. Every nerve in Azrael’s body vibrated with excitement and his muscles were wound tight as though he would snap should he make any sudden moves. But then she tightened the circle of her legs and arched her back forcing him to press the tip of his erection against the outer folds of her blossom and push through a couple of inches. He flexed his leg muscles and forced himself not to move any further forward, but she was not about to stop where they were and against his instincts to remain still for a moment, she pulled her ankles toward her, pushing him up against her and driving the remaining girth of his powerful cock deep into her.
Water insulated her voice, silencing Aurora’s celebratory cry of ecstasy. Azrael’s vision grew blurry and he tried to look through the water to see her face, but he was blinded by his own passion and closed his eyes for a moment while she flexed her hips, bringing a new level of intensity to their sexual game of acrobatics. Aurora moved her hips in a rolling motion a few more times bringing his body to convulsions and fear that he may not survive the experience. Gaining control of the situation, Azrael grasped a hold of her hips, holding her firmly in place with his cock buried deep inside her. Warm and tight, her body welcomed him in and then flexed, holding him tight inside, Azrael felt all logic and control flee his body, leaving him at the mercy of his instincts.
Slowly he pulled himself out from her, keeping the tip secure in place as a constant lifeline that helped guide him back in. Once, twice, three times, he slid himself into her, letting himself fall under the spell of her body. Soon he relaxed and let the rolling undertow help set a pace to their body’s rhythm, Aurora brought their arms behind his neck and coiled her body around his, securing the link between them. Every nerve, every thought was focused on the sensations that that raced through him in a growing frenzy until both their bodies were lost in a growing madness of pleasure that brought them falling to the ocean floor in exhaustion much like a tsunami crashing on shore.
Held close in an embrace, their bodies slowly floated to the surface of the water, sharing the harmonious feeling of bliss. Azrael stroked her bare shoulder with his thumb and kissed the top of her head, his lips tingled when he touched her and there was a peculiar sensation that ran through him which appeared to heighten his senses. Something had changed in him, something he did not understand, and while he was left with the euphoric aftermath, he feared what was yet to come.
Paris 1425
“Did you know that you sing when we make love.” Azrael observed, lying on his side with a hand under his head. He looked into Aurora’s flushed face and melted into the warmth of her eyes.
“Perhaps I am sintered,” she replied with a smirk.
“And what may I ask inspires such a harmonious song?” He watched her some more.
“Harmonious? You speak far too highly of a bawdy cry,” Aurora twittered with humor at their banter and rolled across the disheveled bed, bringing her naked backside against his own bare body. She nuzzled her rear against his groin like a playful cat in heat and purred with contentment.
“Can you compose a piece from that?” She mocked, and playfully screamed when he rolled her onto her back, holding her hands on either side of her head with his and nudged her knees apart with his legs, settling into heaven.
“I suppose, if the inspiration comes to me,” he slid into her without restraint, feeling the coming together of their warm bodies.
“Yes,” she encouraged him.
“And fill you with all the music,” he thrust into her again, emphasizing music for the lustful act of sex, “ that is inside me.” Again, he thrust in, deeper with a growing pace that promised to bring them both to a lustrous climax quickly, but then he paused, forcing her to whimper in disappointment. “But perhaps that isn’t the tune for you?”
“Oh, I assure you, it is,” she said with conviction, clutching her thighs, fighting to hold him inside her warmth.
“No,” he continued his play, “I thought you were better suited to a lively tune.” He turned over, rolling off the bed and taking her with him, “Something more fitting to dance to.”
He swung one of her legs over his shoulder and pressed her back against a wall. With her legs spread wide, she was more open to him, ready to receive him now at a deeper depth that made them both cry out. Aurora clawed at his back, fighting against the violent climax that was quickly approaching, but he tamed her tigress spirit with a kiss, crushing his mouth against hers and sealing their final cry as he thrust one last time deep into her sending them both into shuddering convulsions that shook the wall behind her until they both fell back onto the nearby bed once again.
“Composed to your liking?” he asked, his deep breaths nearly overpowering his words.
“It was a symphony,” she complimented and kissed him tenderly.
Azrael turned his head to study her upturned face, eyes focused on the ceiling she sighed with a sound of peaceful bliss and it warmed his heart to know that he had inspired such a satisfying glow in her. She was his, giving herself to him with an open heart, she was now his precious Aurora, the light in his existence that had suddenly brought on a realization to the dark side of his work. For a few millennia it had been an honor serving as the Angel of Death, escorting deceased souls to their final destination where they would know an existence without pain, sickness, or suffering, but after having a taste of earthly pleasure he suddenly could see the pain in those that were left behind. The sadness in a mother’s eyes, the heart-breaking pain in the cries of widows and widowers, and the sobbing devastation in a child longing for
their parent’s comforting touch. Pain and loss had been a foreign feeling to him until he realized how it may hurt if he ever lost the angel in his arms.
“I may be in Paris, but I don’t know where you are.” she turned onto her side, diverting her eyes from his and looking at his naked chest, playfully walking two fingers up to the small divot where his throat met his collarbones.
“Where?” she pushed her question again with the single word. It was an odd question to hear her ask as he had kept his focus on her and how she had shattered his universe by opening his eyes to a new reality. The side of her face pressed against his arm, her red hair tickling the inside bend of his elbow. Every sensation, every feeling brought him closer and closer to what it must feel like to be a mortal, to understand the desire to own and covet something or someone.
“Hey.” She pinched his chin between her thumb and forefinger, pulling his head down at an angle so she could look into his eyes.
“I was thinking of how knowing you has changed everything, you have opened my eyes to so much, and I never want to go back.” It was a confession that he had not been prepared to say, but he was too frightened to open his heart to her just yet, though he knew they were of the same mind.
Aurora sighed and her eyes sparkled in a responding smile, but then her eyes shifted and her brow arched with a mischievous expression. There was something wicked in his little Angel and he could sense that things were about to get very interesting. Azrael asked her what she was thinking, but she didn’t respond at once, widening her grin. He rolled over, holding her wrists in each hand and smiling brightly, playfully holding her in place and insisting on an answer. Aurora turned her head to one side and then the other, looking intently at his hands holding her wrists and then up into his face she smiled brightly back at him.
“Well, that is a start,” she said, and Azrael was struck with the realization that things were about to get interesting.
Chapter Three
Present day New Orleans.
Memories came in like an assault, brutally attacking him with the painful strikes from ghosts of the past. Azrael tried to keep his mind on the present, but Aurora inspired so many feelings in him that left him weak to the painful reminders of happier days gone by. In an act of desperation, he had stolen her away, while exposing himself to further pain. Now they stood in his apartment, his personal domain where he had no hope of defending himself from the power of Aurora’s beauty.
It was an elegant room with fixtures and embellishments that were well-themed for the French Quarter, from the chandelier that hung overhead to the large four-poster bed. The wood paneled wall stretched up to the crown molding fifteen feet above, with four large rectangular panels strategically placed on two of the four walls. Each panel was papered with a faded floral design and framed by dark stained wood panel strips and at the center of each panel hung a late painting. Aurora walked away from Azrael who had stood motionless since they’d entered the room through the open French doors on the terrace.
This was Azrael’s sanctuary, his escape from the dark pleasures of the old city.
Jazz filtered in through the open doors from a bar downstairs, the laughter and drunken singing brought a lighthearted embellishment to the soulful music. Aurora unknowingly walked with a slight sway to her hips, which moved in time with the music, bringing back images of memories they had shared so long ago. There was a time when he had known the happiness that had only ever been intended for mortals. A love that filled him with boundless joy and cursed him with doubt and questions that he had never contemplated.
“Well,” she announced with her arms stretched out presenting herself to the room and then dropping them to her sides with a clap, “What do you intend to do with me now?”
Azrael stood motionless, stricken silent by a frightening pain at seeing her with so much animosity toward him. He chose best to ignore her for a moment and walked to one corner fitted with a stylish bar cut in a V, to fit properly. There was a dark green marble countertop, with mirror backed shelves that held a variety of bottles dressed with expensive labels. He flicked a switch turning on cheesy flickering lights in the shape of flames rising out of black antique wall sconces in the shape of shields hanging on either side of the bar. Black and gold beading lined the edge of the shelves and shimmered in the flickering themed lighting.
“I wouldn’t have imagined you to live in a theme park.”
It was an intentional cut which he ignored taking two elegantly cut glasses from the middle shelf and pulling the cork from the top of a green glass bottle, pouring out a fine port in one glass. Everything was laid out for his convenience and he knew his way around the bar never pausing to search anything out. One small section of the countertop edging popped open revealing a small black rectangle which he pressed with the pad of his thumb. A door opened under the counter with a click and he pulled it open further releasing a florescent glow lighting a small fridge with packets filled with blood.
“An early dinner?” she asked making reference to the antique clock siting on a table near her. Time was clear in the arrangement that night and she indicated that only an hour had passed since the sun had set.
“Are you so eager for our time to end or,” he poured the contents of one bag into a glass, “are you eager for us to begin again?” He was toying with her and enjoying every moment.
Holding a glass in each hand, he made his way across the room, walking with slow, smooth steps so that the liquid barely rippled. Aurora kept her eyes on his, studying him and extending a hand to accept the glass from him without question, leaving him to wonder if it was a display of trust or a statement that she was prepared to take whatever he was offering her. Her bottom lip pressed against the edge of the glass, the floral-etched pattern drew creases in the soft red coloring of her lips. Slowly she tipped the glass back and took a long, quenching drink, she closed her lips holding in the tart fruity fragrance of the port before swallowing. Watching her take a drink was one of the most erotic moments he had ever witnessed.
“Perhaps,” his throat felt oddly dry, it was the most human sensation he had, feeling out of place and unarmed by her natural sexuality, Azrael cleared his throat, and tried his best to appear unmoved by the sparkling pool of colors that illuminated her eyes. “Perhaps you would do well to sit,” he offered, with tight control of his voice this time, as he reached a hand out to magically pull a chair across the room, which stopped the moment the seat touched the back of her knees.
“So hospitable,” she said with a twinge of spite in her voice lowering herself into the chair. It was a deep seat with a high arched back that framed her head like a burgundy brocade halo. The deep red tone of the fabric brought the bright red in her hair to life and when she turned her head to look around the room the blue and green highlights fought the light adding to her enchanting beauty.
“You are beautiful,” he foolishly confessed, as though his voice was disconnected from his mind’s control.
“Pardon?” she asked leaning forward in the seat with her hands gripping the armrests like an enraged Queen sitting on her throne.
“Forgive me, I misspoke,” his words stumbled out with no thought or control.
“What!” An angry red strip appeared over the ridge of her nose. “Which is it, you think to manipulate me with compliments or you find me undesirable.”
Azrael paused and tilted his head to the side, suddenly finding humor in her outrage.
“I think there is no dispute in my desires for you,” he said with a crooked grin and like that the tension in her eased as she sat back in the chair once again, crossing one leg over the other with a playful kick.
“So, what are your plans for me tonight? You can’t blame me for being curious.” It was a fair question, but one he was not prepared to answer, Azrael had made the bargain in a heated moment and figured the night would play out naturally as their time earlier in the atrium had.
“Care for another?” he asked, motioning toward the empt
y glass in an attempt to ignore her question. She looked to her right at the glass on the small table and paused silently for a moment, as if lost in thought. Azrael was ready to take her again, but he feared that he wanted her too much and what would be the painful results from such a longing, but when the silence stretched out to an agonizing length, he chose to bring his torment to an end.
Drinking back the cold blood in his glass he set it on the counter, cold O positive from a bag was not the same as fresh from a person, the life was nearly dormant in it and he was left nearly unsatisfied. The glass touched down on the countertop with a solid clink and he turned his body to face her head on. He knew she was there of her own choice and that his bargain had only been an excuse for her to hide her pride behind, she wanted him as much as he wanted her, and it was time that she accepted that and put his tension to ease. Memories filled his mind, of them, the passions they had shared for centuries all to be tossed away for a moments encounter with a mortal. Perhaps it had been a rush from the blood, or simply the realization that Aurora was sitting in this room waiting for him to make the next move after four hundred years of heartache.
“Come to me,” he instructed her, Aurora turned her head to look up at him with puzzlement. “Come to me,” he told her again and she slid forward to sit on the edge of the seat still looking up at him with a perplexed expression. “Now,” he added.
Aurora slowly stood up from her seat and stood still before taking a step forward, but he stretched out a hand to stop her.
“No,” he said, “On your knees.”
She tilted her head to one side and studied his face, processing his words, but made no move to indicate that she understood. Her eyelashes hung heavy as she searched his face, seeking a hint to his intent, he gave her only a moment before he repeated the words “On your knees,” with slow added clarity. Still she did not move, and he waited until she lowered herself back into the seat, sitting at the edge with her knees tight together and her hands in her lap. Calm and controlled she sat still for what felt like an eternity, Just when he was certain she would fly out of his life, she moved her hands up her thighs, draping the hem of her robe up until it pulled over her knees and she lowered herself onto the floor, sliding off the edge of the seat and remained there kneeling on the ground. Azrael wanted to run to her with thankfulness but remained where he stood with a stiff back and chin held high, determined to maintain a strong presence.