by Andrea Allen
They seemed almost fascinated by this, and when I saw the look in their eyes, I blushed. I’ve never been so exposed in my life. However, instead of using their hands against there, I saw something totally different, something that was both interesting, and almost downright terrifying.
The first one to do this was Nanel. He moved his body slightly, and soon, a tentacle came out from his back. I almost screamed, running away and contemplating whether or not I wanted this, but then, he looked at me. The smoldering glance that he bestowed upon me made me relax, and soon, I began to shiver. I wanted to trust them, and that’s what I did. I began to lay back, feeling the tentacle right up against me, sliding towards my entrance. Instead of it hurting, it instead felt almost nice, and soon, I began to shiver as it moved deeper and deeper inside of me. It didn’t break my virginity initially, but it did problem inside of me. Instead of it being hard to get in though, it was almost coated in some strange, jelly lubricant. I was definitely curious, and as I felt him move it in and out, instead of feeling pain, I felt pleasure. He didn’t break my virginity yet. He wanted to save that for the right moment.
I began to feel this almost completely overwhelm me, causing me to feel as if I was going crazy with every single touch, every single motion, and every single moment. I looked at them, and soon, I felt another tentacle against my entrance, but instead of it going in, it moved up against my clit. At first, I thought this was going to be terrible, but instead of it hurting, I felt an overwhelming sense of pleasure from this. I began to scream out, feeling my entire body start to completely fall to their command loving how it was taking over me. I don’t regret anything, and soon, the tentacles continued to pleasure me, that is until I felt it hit that spot, causing my eyes to boggle out of my head, the sudden need for more overwhelming my body, and soon, I felt my orgasm just completely and utterly take over.
I came hard, feeling everything tighten up for but a moment before I relaxed, enjoying the sudden moment of time in my mind. It was perfect, so perfect that it hurt, and in truth, I felt like I was only going more and more insane with time. They then pulled out, looking at me with determined eyes.
“Would you like both of us tonight?” Xandra asked.
I looked at both of them. In truth, I was pretty nervous about what this might lead to, and if this might hurt, but at the same time, I felt that sort of need in my body, a need for more from both of them, and before I knew it, I nodded.
“Please,” I said.
Nanel got behind me, and Xandra got in front. Suddenly, I began to feel Xandra move his body up against my entrance. He then slipped his pants off, revealing his hardened member. It looked like a normal penis, but instead, it was a slightly bluish color, which surprised me. he then slipped himself into me, causing me to let out a scream, slightly unsure if I could take this. I felt the tentacles on his body come up, teasing my nipples slightly as he did so. However, it didn’t distract me completely.
Holy shit that hurt. Tears stung my eyes as I felt him inside of me. The sudden breaking of my virginity completely changed how I was feeling, and in truth, I began to wonder if this was the right thing for me. I started to regret the choice, but then, it started to settle out. It wasn’t all that bad after a brief minute, and in truth, I kind of liked the feeling of this. Suddenly, he waited a minute before pushing himself out. He motioned for Nanel to come in, and soon, the other alien did. He slid himself in, and that, combined with the feeling of Xandra completely inside of me, started to make me scream. I couldn’t believe my feelings, nor did I know what to do. My nerves were shot, everything was just so damn overwhelming I couldn’t take it, and for a brief moment, I began to wonder if this would even be pleasurable for me.
Of course, that was until they started to move. They suddenly thrust into me, each of them taking it slow at first, but then, I started to cry out, each and every sort of thrust started to completely make me feel alive and well. I didn’t know what to do about it, and I definitely started to feel like there was something else that was starting to tubule up inside of me. With every single touch, every single thrust, every single moment, I started to feel everything overwhelm me, and in truth, I wanted to just indulge in this sensation. However, I felt Xandra hit that spot, that damn spot in my body that made me see stars, buck my hips, and lose my mind.
I felt a tentacle slide behind my pussy, grazing my other hole. I also felt another tentacle stuff into my mouth. The alien appendages thrust into me with ease, causing me to choke on them as I began to feel my climax about to overtake me.
I came hard, feeling my orgasm wash over my body, feeling everything begin to change at that very moment. It was so overwhelming, so amazing, and in truth, I wanted nothing more than to be in this moment for time immemorial.
I felt both of these men tense up, and suddenly, I felt something shoot out, coating my insides with it. It was a bit strange, that’s for sure, but I did enjoy the sensation, and in truth, I wanted to completely seal this moment in my mind. The moment that made me feel amazing, and the moment that would change my life. After they finished, they pulled out of me, looking at me deep in the eyes. It was at that point that everything would change, that the start of my new life was nigh, and it was time for me to make the changes I knew I need to make, for my own sanity, and for my happiness.
Chapter 8
After all was done, I looked at them, the gaze on their face obvious. They wanted to know if I was still serious, if I did want to stay with them or not. I knew the answer, even though I knew that it would be scary.
“Did you enjoy it?” Nanel asked.
“Yeah, very much so,” I said.
“Good. We had fun too,” Xandra added.
There was an awkward silence, and when I looked at them, I felt that almost overwhelming feeling of wanting to tell them I wouldn’t leave.
“If you think I’m going anywhere, think again. I’m not leaving. This is what I want,” I said to them with a serious tone of voice.
They looked at me as if I had three heads, a shocked expression plastered on their face. They probably thought it was all for show, but it certainly wasn’t.
“Are you sure?” Nanel asked.
“Yes. I’ve made my decision. I made my decision the moment I agreed to this. I’m your mate. I know that all of this will be different for me, maybe even a bit scary, but I’m ready to face the unknown, to face the fears that I feel, and everything in between. I’m not going to let this get the best of me,” I said to them.
They listened to me, unsure of where this will lead next. I began to feel them both sigh, realizing that I was serious. It wasn’t a bad reaction, but rather it was a reaction that made me feel relief inside.
“Good. We want you to stay with us,” Xandra said.
“That’s the plan. I’ve already long left this place. This isn’t a home for me anymore, especially after what my family pulled. Plus, after feeling this level of affection, I can’t let this get away. I know this risk will be far larger than any I’ve ever taken on, but I’m ready to go forward, to see where this will all lead to, and to make my life the one that I strive to lead,” I told them.
They listened to me, understanding the situation. At this point, I knew that these two were going to make everything right, were going to be the ones worth living for. I felt like my life was about to start.
“You want to head out now?” Xandra asked.
A part of me wanted to. They would give me a new chance at life, a new start, which was certainly what I needed. But I shook my head.
“No. Let’s cuddle here for a bit. Then, when they get here, we can leave,” I said.
They looked at me, surprised by the words I uttered, but they catered to my wishes. The three of us each cuddled in the bed, holding one another there. We weren’t all that different, especially compared to how other people were. Humans were far weirder, much crueler, and often not as happy as these people were.
The next morning, we got word that the ship was h
ere to take us back. They came down, and we quickly made our way to it. both of them looked at me, concerned for a second.
“Are you going to say goodbye?” Xandra asked.
I looked at the expanse of the place before me. Sure, I lived a good chunk of my life here, but in all honesty, I felt ready to move on, to leave this land, especially with the overwhelming feeling to explore and leave this.
“Not really. I left this place a long time ago. I never belonged here, and in truth, I feel like staying here would only prove to hurt me further,” I said.
They listened to me, understanding my words.
“Then let’s get going. We don’t want to leave the ship idling for far too long,” Nanel added.
I nodded, agreeing to this. The three of us headed over to the hanger, closing the door behind us and looking back. In truth, I would miss earth, even if it was a place that I didn’t seem to belong in. When we got inside, I met two other people, who were similar in nature to the aliens I’ve grown to fall for. They told me it would take about a week to get to Genbu, and that I could sleep until then. I did sleep for a chunk of it, but I also watched the planets fly on by. We would go far out of the normal solar system. Apparently, Genbu also used oxygen and other elements, similar to Earth. It’s a planet that was similar in nature and composition to Earth, but managed to develop far faster. I was excited for this, and when I stepped off to this new world, it felt comforting in a sense. I felt as if I was home in a way, a place where I belonged.
I spent the rest of my days here on Genbu. I thought I would hate it, that it would be the rude awakening that I didn’t want, and that I might miss Earth, but in fact, I didn’t. Nobody bothered to come find me, I was actually working a job that I loved. I was taken care of by my alien boyfriends, and in truth, the people here were perfect. Sure, they didn’t seem to like me at first, but after a while they grew closer. In truth, this was the happily ever after that I needed, the life I strove to live, and while I knew my former home was beyond the stars, this was where I belonged now.
THE END
Bonus 27 of 30
Heaven Sent, Hell Bred
Description
Ambriel, the May Angel, the Queen of Cups, had a simple job to do. But when two demons are sent to challenge her, her divinely assigned task becomes far more complicated.
As the cocky, confident and blatantly sexual demon Crowley begins to take a special interest in Ambriel, temptation lurks around every corner. Sensual promises whispered from demonic lips threatens to pull her away from everything she has ever known. More than just an angel, she discovers she is also a woman, with newly discovered needs burning inside her.
Outnumbered by Crowley and his Earth demon accomplice, will Ambriel even want to resist temptation?
Chapter 1
As the human moaned and writhed, Ambriel reflected on how little angels were truly prepared to enter the mortal realm before they did so.
It was a topic that the Seraphim had grappled with at length, she knew. Entering into a world filled with temptations known to exert a hold on the soul should require some degree of training to restrain one against them, but even broaching such topics in order to learn about them would not be possible in Paradise. Knowledge of sin could not be allowed in a realm specifically designed to exclude it, after all.
Thus, the angels tasked with Descending for whatever reason did so with the uncomfortable, unspoken agreement that they would see things down there that they were not permitted to bring back, that work on the material plane was to be left at the gates of Paradise upon re-entry. Whether such a thing was possible was, itself, a debate. Ambriel had seen more than one of the messenger angels awkwardly dancing around the topic of what they had seen and done Below when in conversation Above, and the Fates and Norns were almost entirely tight-lipped for the same reason. But the uneasy state of affairs it engendered had held for, well, the entirety of time, even if it was an imperfect solution.
Which left Ambriel with a mission she could no longer complete, and a head filled with thoughts she was not equipped to deal with.
From the perspective of one who dwelt in Paradise and had never left, she supposed it was a simple enough mission: a marriage on the brink, a wife and husband drawing further apart by the day due to words unsaid and intentions misinterpreted… send the angel of clear communication to resolve the situation and heal what could be healed. It made a good deal of sense. But a purely hypothetical solution rarely worked well when run up against the cold light of a flawed reality. Such was the imperfection of humanity.
The trouble was, of course, that the whole reason why Paradise sent its league of angels to intervene in mortal affairs was that the other side, the Lower realm, had chosen to do so first. Demonic phantasms had not the slightest hesitation in Ascending to influence the course of human life, and when given the choice between allowing the leaders of Gehenna untrammeled access to the collective human soul or engaging in a form of spiritual arms race with them. For those who ran Paradise, it was no choice at all.
If only humans weren’t so predisposed to the temptations of the Lower.
Ambriel had arrived too late, that much was plain to see. The demons had gotten there ahead of her, sending two intervening phantasms to the one that Paradise had sent, leaving her both outnumbered and outmaneuvered. How much additional time they had gotten, Ambriel did not know, but it was easy to see just what they had done with that time. The wife of the couple they had been sent to influence lay sprawled out on her bed between the demons, clothes stripped from her body and trailed haphazardly on the floor from the door to the bed itself. The demons were naked too, but their clothes were nowhere to be seen, no doubt magically removed of their bodies before the perverse display going on in front of Ambriel had begun. They lay on either side of the woman, touching her freely, kissing her up and down her body, their attentions focused entirely on the writhing nude form between them.
Ambriel pressed herself to the wall, hiding herself from the three of them. Her eyes could easily pierce the simple plaster and drywall. Nothing human made could hide from the gaze of an angel, and so she could watch openly, a blush rising in her cheeks at what was playing out before her. Never before had she seen so much naked flesh through physical eyes, and never in such lustful repose. An angel’s first time seeing sex was a crucial moment, so said those who had returned from the mortal plane before, this particular sin so tempting purely because of how alien it was. Angels knew of eating in Paradise, and thus could envision greed. They could rest, and thus imagine sloth. The rage of those Above was well known, making wrath a known quantity.
But the Upper realm did not allow sex, and so it was that lust became a mystery.
When Ambriel watched, she did so first with a sense of mounting disappointment at her obvious failure, her mission doomed from the moment she set down to accomplish it. But a single glance would have been enough to establish that, there was no doubt that a woman lying with demons would no longer be amenable to the salvation Ambriel might offer at that particular moment, and yet—she continued to watch
She could not look away. The wife’s breathless moans, the contrast of her pale skin with the darker, crimson shade of the demon atop her, kept dragging Ambriel’s gaze back to them. There was a scent in the air, small and insignificant but so easy to pick up with an angel’s senses, that she knew immediately was the scent of arousal, the heady draft of mortal bodies in ecstasy. The demons themselves were achingly beautiful in a way only the Lower realm could make them, uncanny beings with forms sculpted to perfection from muscle and sinew and the raw mysterious material of that fallen world they hailed from. One worked inside the mortal woman, a large man with red skin stretched taut over a broad back that obscured the smaller human woman beneath him. The other was more slight, thin limbs made of corded muscle the color of pale ash, gray flecked with black. He lay on his side beside the wife, his lips close to her ear and moving constantly, murmuring demonic promises to her, words o
f pleasure and addiction. The words of a Lower spirit were potent indeed. As angels were creatures of visage and whose power was in their appearance, demons were creatures of language, of promises and lies.
Their power came in slithering whispers, that bent the minds of men and women.
As she watched, the gray demon’s head turned toward her, his expression idle and relaxed, and as his eyes settled upon her through the wall that separated them, Ambriel became sharply aware of a tingling that had begun at the crux of her legs, the join between them and her hips. The sensation intensified at the demon’s gaze, the clarity with which the creature apprehended her startling enough that Ambriel actually took a step back, her thighs clenching automatically, defensively. A smile crossed the creature in the other room’s ashen mouth, and he sat up a little.
“There’s no need to hide,” he said, in a voice like quicksilver and velvet. “We both know it’s not working. We’ve been aware of each other from the moment we began sharing this plane, so you might as well just step out and address us head on, Mayflower.”
Ambriel felt the tension ratchet up in her body at being called that name, that one specific name, and the demon smiled even wider, showing teeth that were pointed now. She was the Gemini Angel, guardian of the month of May, but to be identified as such by that thing in the other room, to have one of her true names spoken by a creature of the Lower planes, rankled in such a specific, undignified way that Ambriel nearly left entirely. But her angelic pride would allow no such thing, and with no point left in concealment, she strode out from behind the wall and into the open doorway, where she stood to her full height.