cravingpenelope

by Crymsyn Hart

  Chapter Five

  Penelope could barely believe that she was in the arms of an angel, a naked angel at that. His wings were amazing, a mixture of blue with a few gold feathers scattered about. They glistened in the light, dancing jewels that appeared to be carved from the twilight blue they resembled. When she touched them, they were softer than any bird feather. There was magic and power in his very being. It emanated from him in a golden glow that she could barely take her eyes from. Razziel took her hand and held it over his heart. When she touched his flesh, his emotions flowed through her mind like a gentle breeze filling her with such love and purity that all her worries floated away. It was tough to deny the wonderment and the innocence lingering in his soul, but there was also the darkness of other emotions brewing into a tornado. Penelope could barely make sense of all of them. When she tried to sort them out, it made them coalesce into a twirling tumult dancing away from her. She realized Razziel did not know how to handle them, and that was what was driving them. He had not meant to hurt her. As he held her, something changed. The tempest remained, but he had it contained.

  As he kissed her, Penelope nearly lost control. This was the kiss of the man she knew from her dreams. It was unrestrained and tender at the same time. Each time he kissed her, Razziel drew in her bottom lip, nibbling at it before flicking his tongue over it. She could barely keep up with the kiss. His fingers held her chin gently. Razziel trailed his hands over her neck and stopped at her collarbone. A moan slipped from her mouth, and he broke the kiss.

  “I want you, Penelope. I don’t think I’ve ever realized how much. My dream visitations were so one-sided that I never understood they were for my own benefit. Now I do, and I promise that I shall worship you from now on. Even earlier when you were in the shower, it was all about satisfying my desires.”

  “Really? Because it didn’t feel that way.”

  He brushed the hair from her face. “Yes. But now I want to know what you yearn for.”

  She sighed and studied him. Here was a magnificent specimen of a man, of an angel, and he was asking her what she most desired. No one had ever asked her that before. No one had ever cared enough to truly figure out what she had wanted. Never before had she opened herself up to a partner. Now her walls were completely down, and her mind was not troubled with swirling emotions that had no purpose the way some people’s feelings were. Instead, Razziel’s were tranquil. It was nice to feel such calm. If she could drink it in for good, she would. But she wanted to taste him and have her way with him too.

  “You. In all these dreams, you’ve never shown me your face. Here you are now, completely unmasked, and I’ve never had the chance to truly be with you. Let me have that. At least for tonight.”

  “Then tonight you will have your wish.” Razziel trailed his finger between her breasts and over her heart. The small gesture made her shiver from the gentle touch. She took his finger, brought it to her lips, and flicked her tongue over the tip of it before sucking it between her lips. She got to taste his flesh, and it had the tang of vanilla. When she glanced at him, Razziel seemed visibly shaken. Penelope smiled, removed his finger, and touched her lips to his chest, right above his heart. She trailed her tongue over his silky flesh until she came to his already pert nipple and sucked it between her teeth, feeling the contours of the puckered skin and nibbling on it. He took in a quick breath when she bit down on it harder. Penelope felt a shudder and heard the slight quivering of his feathers. It seemed they were almost metallic after all, but she was not sure. When she let her angel go, she worked her way to his other nipple. His fingers slipped into her hair. She glanced up at him.

  “Is this not pleasing you?” she asked.

  “No, it does, but I want to be sure you’re satisfied.”

  She smiled. “I am. Can’t you tell? I can feel your emotions now, and they’re wonderful. Can’t you sense mine too?”

  He nodded. “I do and you seem content, but I wanted to be sure.”

  “Then let me continue.”

  She moved lower over his torso, tasting more of his flesh, working over the indentations of his abs until she came to the place where his navel should have been and swirled her tongue over it, going to her knees before him. Penelope glanced up and saw the rapturous look on his face. When she slipped her lips over his cock, the vanilla tang she had from him was added with a little bit of spice that reminded her of cinnamon. His flesh was even silkier. When she slipped her hand underneath and gripped his balls, he moaned and plunged his hips forward. Penelope drew in his prick, taking what she could of him into her mouth. Penelope wrapped her tongue around his length and sucked on him. Razziel bucked his hips forward. She grazed her teeth along his shaft until she was taking him in faster and faster and he hit the back of her throat. Penelope tried not to gag. She could feel his emotions ramping up, the enjoyment running through him. It exploded into her mind like rainbows or a symphony of colors that popped. Everything he could feel affected her too. It was hard to stay focused on pleasuring him when she was also quaking. It took her a few moments to regain her composure. She rolled his balls in one hand and gripped his hips with the other as he began plunging into her. Penelope tried to keep her teeth from pressing into his skin and when she tasted a small bit of salt on her tongue, she knew he was ready.

  “Stop!” She heard the plea in his voice.

  Penelope glanced and flicked her tongue over his spongy head one last time. “Why?”

  His hands were clenched into fists, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead. “I don’t…I need to be inside of you. I need to fuck you.”

  “Lay down, then. You might want to put your wings away, though.”

  Razziel walked to the bed and slid down. When his back hit the mattress, his wings instantly disappeared. She strolled over to him, feeling his anticipation bunching her muscles and the passion that had his heart pounding in his chest. She slid onto the bed, pushing his legs apart, kissing along his inner thigh, nibbling on his flesh, until Penelope straddled him. She took one of his hands and placed it on her breast and put the other one on her hips. From there, she moved his cock deep inside of her pussy, gripping him until she began to move on top of him.

  Penelope watched his eyes widen and then flutter shut. He gripped her breast and thumbed her nipple, sending ripples of ecstasy shooting through her. Razziel took in a deep breath, but she could already feel his muscles quivering. He was so close to coming. His fingers dug into her skin while he tried to set the tempo between them, but they were out of sync.

  “Stop trying so much. Go with me,” she instructed.

  Her angelic lover nodded and drove inside of her. Penelope threw back her head when his prick found her clit. Tiny stars appeared in her vision, and warmth also shot through her. He moved his hand from her breast, gripped both of her hips, and pumped into her faster.

  “That’s it. I need you, Penny,” he cried out.

  No one called her Penny, and she loved the way it rolled off his tongue. Each time he dived into her, it brought her to new pinnacles of desire. She never thought she would be making love to an angel. Nor that the pleasure would be so wonderful. Razziel touched all of her emotions. Having all of her walls down was nothing she had been able to do with another person. All she felt was pleasure so profound that when he drove into her, bursts of color washed through her mind. It lit up each point of her body. She leaned over him and pressed her lips to his, plunging her tongue into his mouth. Razziel returned the kiss with fervor and touched her tongue with his, moving his around it until they danced. His teeth scraped over it and then he broke the kiss. From there she found her world had shifted, and he was now on top of her. A pleased smile adorned her angel’s features. But it was soon replaced by a look of ecstasy when his brow scrunched together and he moved into her one last time. At that moment, the colors she had been seeing disintegrated into a magnificent rainbow and she was transported to another world. The heat of the orgasm burned along her nerves. The bliss slid throug
h her, and she felt her release. Razziel held her to him and the hardness of her body kept her anchored in her flesh, but in the way that it left her satisfied. By the way he pumped into her a few more times, she knew everything was right in the world.

  Penelope opened her eyes and saw that she was enfolded within Razziel’s wings. She had never felt so protected or so loved. When she gazed into his eyes, all she saw was love and nothing else. It also radiated out from his being and penetrated her soul. He trailed his finger down her cheek and had a satisfied smile on his face.

  “That was amazing.”

  “You’re amazing, Penelope. I never thought I’d feel something as fulfilling as this. It makes me never want to leave you again.”

  She pushed a strand of hair out of his face. “I-I would want that too, but I know that can never happen.”

  Razziel shook his head. “I won’t let anything happen to you. I swear it.”

  “I don’t want you to get in trouble or pulled from Heaven.”

  He moved his wing and brushed the end of it over her heart. A little bit of a burn ran through her. She bit her lip and cried out. “I mark you my own. No matter what consequences it brings to me, I can handle it. You are mine.” He took her hand and kissed her palm before placing it over his heart. “Anyone who ever sees you will know you’re mine. I’ve marked your soul.”

  “So what happens now?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never had this happen to me before. It’s all new to me.”

  Penelope snuggled into his arms as they lay on the bed together. Listening to his heart, she drifted off to sleep without a care in the world. She felt safe, and nothing bad could happen to her because she was in his arms.

  * * * *

  Razziel listened to Penelope’s heart beating steadily. It was the most perfect thing he had ever heard. In all of creation, he had never heard anything quite like it. He understood now what he was meant to do. Joe had told him to walk his destiny, and he would figure out his path. His road was to be with Penelope. The mark he had placed upon her soul burned brighter than any star he had ever seen. The emotions he had before, all the tumultuous storm of feelings had condensed into something he finally got a handle on. It was not a bad thing to feel. It was a remarkable thing, and he would never take it for granted. He trailed his fingers down the curve of her face and wondered who would ever want to hurt her. Then he remembered the daemon that had tried to snatch her earlier that evening. Since he had defeated this one another was going to be sent in his place. If that happened, he would be there to protect her. He would never let anyone hurt her again.

  “Wow. Look at you.”

  Razziel turned his head to the familiar voice and saw Lemiel standing at the end of the bed watching the two of them. The other angel was going to say something else when Razziel put his finger to his lips to keep him from waking Penelope. Slowly, he unwound her from him and slipped the sheet over her.

  “What do you want, Lemiel?”

  “I was sent to bring you back, but they didn’t tell me you were involved with a human. Oh man, are you in trouble. Why would you want to lie with one of them? Going at it in their dreams is one thing, but actually in the flesh?”

  A surge of anger ran through him, but this time he understood what the feeling was. He gritted his teeth and forced the rage away because he knew his friend did not understand. How could Lemiel, when he had never lain with a human woman? Lemiel walked around the bed and peered down at Penelope. He was about to touch her when Razziel grabbed his hand.

  “Don’t.”

  “All right. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I just wanted to see what you find so special about this one.”

  “She’s amazing, and she’s mine.”

  Lemiel flashed him a smile, and his eyebrow lifted. “I can see where you think that. Come on, we have to get going.”

  He shook his head. “I’m not going to leave her.”

  “You don’t have a choice. I don’t know what they want you for, but I’d say you better come with me before you get into any more trouble.”

  This was what he had feared. For walking the path he had chosen, he was going to now be expelled from Heaven. What would become of him now? What could become of Penelope now that he had found her if he was cast out? There was no way he could leave her and have another daemon take her. She would be put in danger, or would his mark put her in even greater danger? If he resisted it would be worse, and he did not want to make it worse for Penelope. He leaned over and brushed his lips across her forehead, hating that he had to go back with Lemiel, but it was also the only thing he could do. He willed himself to be clothed once more and stretched his wings. He plucked a feather from one and laid it next to her head. If he did not come back, then at least she would have something to remember him by and hopefully, if possible, she could use it to protect herself.

  “Fine.”

  The other angel smiled, and with a quick silver flash he winked out. Razziel followed. When he appeared, they were back in Heaven. The landscape had not changed. It was one magnificent garden, and the viewing pool was before him. Gazing at paradise, he noticed something different about it. Everything had always seemed to sparkle before, and now it was all lackluster. The glean had come off. He was not sure if that was because his eyes had been opened to a whole new world or if he had already been declared a Fallen. Either way, the singing he always listened to of the other angels was still beautiful, and nothing could ever wipe the memory of it from his mind. But now the music seemed a little flawed, and all he thought about was Penelope groaning.

  “Hearing a woman moan can be its own kind of music. Wouldn’t you agree, Razziel?”

  Standing on the viewing pool was Joe. He was shirtless and wearing loose-fitting, black pants. The butterflies were no longer around him but smattered across his chest as if they had been tattooed there. If he looked at them long enough, he could swear they were flapping their wings. He stood up straighter to the taller angel and waited for his judgment. He walked across the viewing pool and stood on the grass. The tranquility about him amazed Razziel. It seemed nothing could faze him.

  “I brought him as you asked.”

  “Yes, thank you, Lemiel. You may go now.”

  “But…are you going to do anything to Razziel? He’s my friend.”

  Joe smiled. “Don’t worry about it. Go ahead.”

  Lemiel squeezed Razziel’s shoulder. He gave a slight nod to the other angel and watched him disappear. It was time he faced his sentence to see if he was going to be cast out of the only home he had ever known. He took a deep breath and stared at Joe.

  “What is to be? Am I now one of the Fallen? Will I be thrown out of Heaven?”

  Joe crossed his arms over his chest and sighed. “You came to me asking what you should do about the emotions surfacing inside of you and why you found yourself infatuated with this human woman you were visiting in her dreams. You did the correct thing by going to see her and exploring these emanations. I understand that you saved her from a daemon.”

  He nodded. “I did. Was that the wrong thing to do? He was going to take her to someone else to be collected or used. I couldn’t let that happen. I’ve always been told that if we see daemons, then we’re supposed to eliminate them anyway.”

  “No. No. You did the right thing about that. They are horrible creatures, probably serving some higher master. If one was sent for this human, then that means she has some special ability or it might be some kind of supernatural creature.”

  “She’s an empath.”

  “That explains it. It seems that a Grigori has an interest in her.”

  “Grigori?” The term was unfamiliar to Razziel. “What are they?”

  “They were originally created to watch over humans and blend in with them, reporting back to angels on the demeanors of mortals to the angels. But they soon blended in too well with humans. When the Fall happened, the Grigori were twisted and turned into something other than what they were intended for. Now t
hey are within the hierarchies of Lucifer’s demons. They were stricken from Heaven’s records so that none would ever seek them out and be corrupted.”

  “And one of them has an interest in Penelope. Why would they want her?”

  The other angel shrugged. “I don’t know why the Grigori would want her, but if she is a powerful empath then he or she may want to use that. All I know is that she can’t be taken. You have to make sure she is protected.”

  “I would do anything for her.”

  One butterfly escaped from his chest and fluttered about. The blue and yellow insect landed on his hand and was as big as his palm. Razziel saw the beauty in the insect and knew it should never be captured. Locking it away would kill it.

  “It’s yours. It claimed you for its own. You have to protect it. For the rest of its existence. Do you think you can do that?” Joe asked him.

  “I think so. How do I protect it?” Razziel asked.

  “The butterfly you just press against your chest, and it will become part of you. That mortal you’ve taken a liking to, that is a different matter. Humans have to constantly be looked over. You know this. You’ve watched her in the viewing pool, and your path has brought you to this. It has introduced you into a war that other angels have been fighting for a long time.”

  “War?”

  “Yes. The war has been going on since the Grigori were turned away from Heaven. The humans don’t know about it, and it has to be kept that way. If you take this on, there are consequences.”

  Razziel glanced at the butterfly and tried to process what Joe was telling him. A war that no one talked about because it was kept out of Heaven. What other secrets were hidden from him? What other mysteries were kept from the angels? Joe spoke about consequences, but if there was someone after Penelope planning to take her hostage or use her for some diabolical scheme, then he was not going to let anything happen to her. He was going to make sure she was okay. If he lost her now, when he had just found her, then he would regret it for all eternity. He took the butterfly and pressed it against his chest. It became one with him, and he felt a surge of power go through him. When he glanced down at his torso, the butterfly was similar to those on Joe’s chest.