by Rae Foxx
Michael pressed himself against my back. "Lil, I love you. He's okay. Let him rest."
I sighed and let my head fall back on Michael's shoulder. "I love you too, but you know I have to do this. I'd do it for either one of you."
"I know."
He pulled away and clapped Gabe on the shoulder. "Come on, let's go lay down. I'll magic the dirt off of both of us. I don't feel like a shower."
"Speak for yourself," Gabe said. "I'm trying out that kick-ass bathroom.”
They shut the bedroom door and I tuned out their voices.
Hopping on the side of the bed, I did just as I told them I'd do, but I found nothing threatening about Luc's condition. He was in a deep sleep and his entire body felt tired. The magic had used every bit of energy he had. He probably needed a good meal, too. Even Angels had to eat.
After fussing over him and tucking him in, I pulled his door closed and hit the bathroom.
I could've spent a lifetime in that bathtub. Even if I stretched out, my fingers and toes couldn't reach the edges. "I'm getting one of these in Abaddon when this is over," I whispered to nobody.
A bottle of liquid was the only soap in the room, so I squeezed some out and smelled it.
It smelled like honey. I lathered it up and found it delightfully soapy, so I used it to wash all over, then when I was sufficiently pruny, I stepped out of the water and wrapped myself in a large, plush towel.
Guilt about having a luxurious bath while Ariel was missing, Luc's powers were missing, and Luc was in the next room injured threatened to weaken my knees.
I had no choice. We were stuck here overnight. Why couldn't I have a bath? Gritting my jaw against the emotions, I headed for the other bedroom.
Gabe and Michael smiled at me when I closed the door with a soft click.
“How’s he doing?” Gabe twisted his mouth as concern crinkled around his eyes.
I shrugged. “Could be better, but he’ll live.” Then I yawned, not even bothering to cover my mouth. “Fuck, I’m tired.”
Michael laughed and patted the bed, his hand moving over the space between him and Gabe. “Then get in. We left room.” They were down to their boxer briefs, lounging on the large bed that looked too comfortable by far. Was this some sort of magical bed and breakfast? Why did Cecilio have such luxurious quarters?
I sighed, part in relief and part in contentment, shed my towel without any fanfare or style at all and crept up into my place between them.
“Turn the lights off, please,” I murmured.
Michael made a small groan of disappointment. “But I like watching you sleep.”
“Too bad,” I sassed. “I’m tired.”
“How tired?” Gabe asked, his voice a low, seductive murmur against my ear. Oh, they weren't tired, apparently. And even though I was, I knew what was coming.
And came it did. First, the softest of touches against my skin, sensations I could have brushed away as a figment of my imagination, but the stroking grew more insistent against my thigh. Light, feathery touches that sent showers of sparks across my skin.
“Who’s doing that?” The grumble in my voice sounded irritated, but they knew I was open for them to continue, as I shifted to give the culprit better access to my body, baring my breasts, my nipples already hardening at the thought of lying naked beside two equally nearly naked angels who knew exactly how to make my body sing.
Wanton mischief crept through me and keeping my eyes closed, I reached blindly forward, smiling as I smoothed my palm across the hard planes of Michael's chest. His nipples were already little hard nubs, and I leaned over to swirl my tongue around one.
He moaned softly as he caressed my cheek. “I thought you were tired,” he murmured.
“Oh, I’m very tired. So tired, in fact, that both of you might have to do all the work.” I let my words linger in the air as I waited for their next move. I wasn't kidding, either. If they wanted this, as I now did, they had to work for it.
I didn’t have to wait long.
Gabe skated a light touch down the center of my back, right between the base of where my wings would be, to the top of my ass as he pressed his lips to my neck where it met my shoulder. He sucked on my flesh a little, tugging it between his teeth and sending small sparks of pain dancing through me.
I muttered my pleasure and pressed against him, eager for him to do it again.
I relaxed as he kneaded my ass in firm strokes until my legs parted.
Michael mimicked Gabe’s movements, running his hands across my belly and down my thighs before dipping his finger between my legs and stroking over my clit. I stiffened as my muscles tensed at the sudden rush of pleasure, then thrust my hips gently, searching for more of the same.
Moving between them and against them, a hand stroked here, a cock nudged there until Michael groaned. "Are you really going to make us do all of the work?"
I laughed as I opened my eyes. “And what is it you think I should be doing?” I took his hard cock in my hand in one fast movement. “Paying you more attention?” I stroked slowly and firmly as I waited for him to answer.
He hissed his pleasure and closed his eyes as he pressed closer to me. “I always want your attention.”
"I'm literally standing at attention," Gabe agreed, and pressed his cock against my ass, smearing pre-cum over my skin as he moved. The dampness was exacerbated by the cool air of the magically air-conditioned room.
A wave of desire flooded through me, and I craved their touch against my skin and deep inside me.
I rolled onto my back, and immediately they each palmed one of my breasts as if they'd practiced the movement. Michael dropped his lips to my collarbone and nibbled up to my jaw, his soft hair tickling me as he moved, and Gabe sucked my nipple into his mouth and teased it with his tongue until my hips lifted from the bed, eager for more.
Michael took hold of his cock, stroking it from base to tip in one smooth motion, and I bit my lips as my clit pulsed with want. I was suddenly glad they'd never turned off the lights.
Their bodies lay flush against mine, and I felt every movement. Every single breath and murmur of desire. Their touch scorched my skin and branded me as theirs.
Gabe licked a hot trail from my nipple to my hip and across to the top of my thigh. I held my breath in anticipation and parted my legs further, inviting him closer, right to where I needed him most.
“Please,” I whispered. A prayer I knew he could answer.
Michael chuckled, the low notes like a physical caress, and I shivered. He claimed my lips, and I opened my mouth to his tongue, drawing it into my mouth and sliding it against mine, fighting to be closer.
Gabe rested his palm on my belly, the touch heavy and warm, before drawing a finger up my slit to my clit.
“Fuck. You’re so wet. But I bet I can make you wetter.” He waited just a moment before replacing his finger with his tongue and he stroked it against me and dipped it just inside.
I squirmed, trying to find the right friction, eager to find my release, but he held me steady with a warm, heavy palm, remaining fully in control.
I glanced above us, taking in the dark shapes of the branches of the bed that formed the canopy overhead, almost like we were writhing together on a forest floor, and my excitement kicked up a notch at the idea of being so uninhibited.
Michael’s hard cock rubbed impatiently against my hip, his hand jostling against me as he stroked it and cupped his balls. I reached for him again and wrapped my fingers around it, before finding a rhythm.
But Gabe’s tongue became too much as he focused right on my clit, drawing gasp after gasp from me until I breathed in a series of harsh pants I couldn’t control.
As each of my muscles began to tighten, I stretched my fingers from around Michael, giving in to my pleasure, focused on that one moment of release as I rushed headlong toward it.
I thrust my hands into Gabe’s hair and pushed him closer so he couldn’t move. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” I ground out
as he moved his hands to grip my hips, raising me to the perfect angle.
He chuckled, and I growled my displeasure at the change in his movements.
“Oh, you are a demanding little thing, Lilith.”
Michael laughed, too, and I tried to ignore them, straining everything I had to chase my orgasm, but I batted Gabe away.
“You had your chance. I want the big guy.” I turned to Michael. “You, on your back.”
A grin worked its way up his face, his teeth gleaming in the dim room. “Anything you ask, my dark angel.” He chuckled again, and I rustled my wings out, stirring a breeze into the room.
"Haha. On your back, or I'm taking matters into my own hands."
“Please do,” Gabe muttered. “I like to watch.”
I grabbed Gabe’s cock, taking the heavy weight into my hand, and he gasped as I drew him closer. “Oh, you like to do far more than watch. On. Your. Knees.” I made each word a separate command.
As Michael lay on the bed, his head resting on the pillows, I straddled the tops of his legs as Gabe knelt up in front of me.
“That’s better. At least the two of you can do as you’re told sometimes.” I nodded my approval even as I held my lust in check, ready for another orgasm. Or two, maybe.
Everything inside me burned with the need to be satisfied by these two angels.
First, I teased Michael, drawing myself to and fro over his cock, smearing his pre-cum over my core until he moaned, and his fingers curled around my hips as he tried to pull me down where he wanted me most.
I giggled as I stretched up, deliberately moving away. I ran my hands across Gabe’s chest before I arched against him, my nipples brushing against his skin before I pulled his bottom lip into my mouth and bit down on it. He groaned, and I laughed again. This distraction was exactly what I'd needed.
"Oh, Gabe. Two can tease." As I spoke, I wrapped my hand around his cock again, my touch light as I stroked him. I paid extra attention to the head, and his hips thrust in my direction. Just once, but I backed right off. "I'm in control now."
I paused above Michael’s cock, letting him nudge against my entrance, and I held him there, in that perfect position of temptation.
My breathing stopped. Maybe we all held our breath and waited for me to move, lingering in that moment before everything became about heat and sound and touch.
With no warning to either of them, I pushed down hard and leaned forward, taking Michael into my body as I wrapped my lips around Gabe’s cock.
“Fuck,” Michael gasped out, and he trailed his fingers down my spine as I rose.
Gabe buried his hands in my hair, and I dug my fingers into his, both to hold him close and to stabilize myself for my next downward thrust onto Michael’s dick. Gabe tried to follow my movements, offering more of his cock to my mouth with a tilt of his hips, and I swirled my tongue over the tip, lapping at him then stroking the length of him as I opened wider, relaxing my throat to accept him.
I changed my angle on Michael, humming over Gabe as I hit the perfect spot. Then again. And I kept going, riding one man as I sucked on the other until neither of them could control their breathing, and I was no longer trying to control them.
Each movement I made sent a rush of electricity to spark across my nerves and build my orgasm.
Gabe began to groan in time with his breathing, and I sped up, bobbing my head over him faster and faster until he arched away from me and warm cum splattered down the back of my throat. I took every drop, then released him, pushing him gently away to sprawl sated across the bed.
He didn’t say a word, but his eyes shone as he directed his gaze at me. Being watched whispered excitement through me as I rode Michael, controlling his depth and angle to press against every part of me.
My thoughts began to scatter until I could only move, driving myself up and down as Michael’s cock filled me and stretched me again and again and again. I didn’t slow down. I didn’t need to. Michael rose to meet me, thrusting his cock harder and faster.
“Yes,” he whispered; the sound harsh against Gabe’s slowing breathing. “Fuck, yes.”
I dropped my hand between my legs, rolling my clit under my finger as Michael moved in and out of me, and heat rose inside me, burning me, turning me molten.
The tightness returned in my muscles, coiling each one until they almost ached. I screamed for release and then it hit. I held my breath, riding it out, not wanting the slightest movement to disturb it.
Beneath me, Michael called my name as he thrust his hips one last time, pushing as far into me as he could, his balls pressed tight to my skin. His fingertips pushed into my hips, his grip tight enough to bruise as he held me still, each gasping breath he gave pumping another spurt of cum deep inside me.
I flopped forward, my head landing on Gabe’s thigh. “Holy Hell,” I murmured around my pounding heart. “We make quite the team.”
Michael chuckled. “I thought you said you were tired.”
“Yep,” I agreed as I drew lazy circles on Gabe’s leg with the tip of my finger, enjoying the movement of his muscle as he flinched away from my teasing touch. “So just imagine what I could do if I was wide awake.”
10
"I have searched every text." Cecilio shook his head sadly. "Mary helped me. We were up all night. We can find nothing to explain what went wrong, nor can we find an option for trying something new. I am sorry." He took my hand. "I know you are not evil. I still will always choose to keep my affairs separate from angels, but you are trying to do the right thing. Good luck with your problems and with your daughter."
We'd woken to Lucifer awake and aware, and much better, but he wasn't up to par, especially without his magic. He still had shadows under his eyes and walked slower than normal. "I feel like years were stolen from me."
He wasn't happy with Cecilio. The White Witch had made it seem like there was little danger to Lucifer, and though he hadn't been permanently damaged, he was injured. He didn't appreciate being kicked while he was down.
Cecilio had prepared breakfast for us and apologized many times, but Luc was stuck in his resentment. He always had been slow to forgive. After breakfast, we'd decided to set out for home and regroup. Try to find another path to finding Lucifer's magic.
All of our paths were growing shorter and shorter. We needed a new one.
As we turned away and Mary said one last goodbye. Cecilio made a sound that was somewhere between a whine and squeal. We all whirled around to look at him.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he swayed on his feet. Michael and Mary were closest to him and put their hands out to steady the witch. His hunter green aura pulsed and threads of black trickled through it. Those lines of darkness were not his own. Someone was connected to him, but who?
I continued studying him, trying to figure out who could get to him here, under all these wards and spells. It had taken Mary hours and hours to do it and she'd done it before.
He breathed heavily and turned his head until he looked directly at me. "Queen. Mother. Help me. My soul breaks free. That which is dark cannot be in Purity. The flow will contain but woe to the world if my soul reaches the place where they wait." He sucked in a breath and his entire body quaked.
"Cecilio!" Mary yelled. She glanced at me. "Has he been possessed?" she asked.
"No." I stepped forward and peered into him, past his aura, delving as deeply as I could. "He's Prophesying." He was still himself, but someone had their aura weaved into his. They controlled his mouth, even as Cecilio fought them off.
"Let them speak, White Witch. We need to hear them." I used magic to push my words into his heart, so that hopefully, deep inside where Cecilio fought, he'd relax.
It worked a bit. He stopped shaking, at least.
"The soul must not reach Gehenna," he whispered. "Help me." His voice was so faint I had to lean close to hear him, my ear next to his mouth. "Help me, and I will help you. My Queen..." He screamed once, then went limp.
Micha
el caught him before the tall wizard hit the ground, but Cecilio woke and righted himself, shaking off Michael and pushing Mary's hand off of his arm. "Why are you holding me, angel?" He looked around in confusion. We must've been a sight, gathered around him with concerned looks on our faces. He had no idea what happened.
I held my hand out. He looked suspicious of us all, and I needed him to know we hadn't done anything to hurt him. "You delivered a warning, a prophecy," I said. His eyes widened as I repeated his words back to him. "Some of it makes sense to me and some doesn't. Do you understand any of it?"
Cecilio blinked and looked down, twisting his neck as he thought about the words. He pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "Purity is likely Elysium?" he asked. "Is there a dark or cursed soul in Elysium?" As it happened, there was.
"That's not possible," Mary said. "Darkness cannot abide in the light." She was right. Except I'd tried to make it do just that.
My heart froze as I realized what it meant. "Vincent," I whispered. "I sent a soul to Elysium for safekeeping until we could return to Abaddon to deal with him." What had I done? Had it been the wrong decision?
"He's probably broken free," Gabe said. "That would be our luck, anyway. And without the protective bubble you encased him in, he'd be expelled from Elysium."
"Where would he go?" Mary asked.
Of course. The prophecy made perfect sense now. As the soul of an angel, he should've gone straight to Elysium, but he was evil. Abaddon was the only place for him.
But Abaddon was compromised. I wasn't sure it would even hold the souls. It certainly couldn't hold the demons.
"The River of the Damned," Lucifer said. Damn, but I was sure he was right. Where else could the soul be?
Mary blinked several times. "That's real?" Wow, there was something she didn't know. That was a surprise. She seemed wise far above her station and had a vast amount of knowledge, most likely gleaned from all those books in her home.
I chuckled. "In a way. It's a part of the same plane the demons are trapped in. You can see it, but you can't touch it. Humans can neither see it nor touch it. A soul cannot remain there for long, especially in the space between Earth, Elysium, and Abaddon. A soul must go one way or another. Souls that are pure go straight to Elysium and do not remain in the River long, if at all, which is why it's largely considered the River of the Damned and not just a river of souls."