The Black Rider

by J B Trepagnier

  I stuck my hand between us and wrapped it around his massive cock. I started slowly stroking it.

  “I don’t want to talk about art either, Aeron.”

  Aeron’s eyes were now pure silver. He let out a little growl and crushed his lips down on mine. I felt him run his tongue along the seam of my lips and parted them. I could honestly say no one had ever kissed me that way in my entire life. Aeron set this fire burning inside me, and it was like it was consuming me.

  I groaned and tangled my hands in his hair. I pulled it when he moved down and started leaving love bites on my neck. I had no idea what he was doing when he removed my hand from his cock.

  “What are you doing?” I gasped when he bit my ear.

  “Enjoying this. Our first time won’t be a shower quickie. The acoustics in here are great. The entire building will hear you screaming my name and wondering when we will stop.”

  If any other guy had said that to me, I would have kicked them out my bed because it would probably end up a four-minute fuck where I got sweated all over, and he got clingy afterward. I just had this feeling Aeron could not only deliver on that, but he was also probably going to have to carry me back to Leif’s apartment because like I could keep up with an angel when it came to sex.

  Instead, I just threw my head back and went with it when Aeron focused all his attention on my breasts. His hand slid down my wet stomach and started making slow circles on my clit. I was slowly turning into a pool of jelly, and Aeron and the shower wall were the only things keeping me on my feet.

  Aeron kissed his way down my stomach and then got on his knees in front of me. He hooked my knee over his shoulder and buried his face in my pussy. I felt his tongue dart inside me, and all I could do was scream profanities. Aeron was an intense person, and he ate pussy the same way. All I could do was grab his hair and hold on for dear life.

  Angels must have super stamina because Aeron’s tongue never slowed down, and he never pulled back to work his jaw and bitch about how tired he was. No, he kept up his furious assault on my clit, and I saw stars.

  Aeron might be able to keep this up for hours, but my body couldn’t handle it. I came so hard I thought I would pass out. Aeron held me up while my entire body shook with pleasure. I might not remember much, but I just knew no one had ever made me come like that before, and I never did that solo either. I found my toy drawer at my apartment, and I had a pretty wide assortment of things to play with when I didn’t feel like dealing with a man.

  I felt like all of my bones had liquified. Aeron stood up and held me to his chest. He kissed the tip of my nose. Aeron gave me this devious grin.

  “You aren’t tired, are you, Speedy? I’ve only just gotten started.”

  I was getting this feeling angel sex could kill a Nephilim, but if humans could deal with it and go on to give birth to Nephilim, then technically, I should be able to handle whatever Aeron threw at me.

  I bit his neck.

  “Bring it on, Death.”

  Aeron swooped me up and slammed my back against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he buried his face in my neck. Then, he just set me down and backed away. He fucking set me down.

  “What the fuck, Aeron?”

  He gave me this devious grin and whipped a condom from behind his back. Where did he keep that shit? He was always whipping that sword out of nowhere, and now he produced a condom out his ass. Still, I was way too turned on to ask him about his built-in angel pocket or rant about the unfairness of no pockets in women’s clothing.

  I touched his cheek.

  “Where does he get those wonderful toys?”

  “You remembered,” he growled, ripping the condom open with his teeth.

  I remembered Aeron had given me that quote right at that moment. It was from a Batman movie. Yeah, he certainly liked quoting films.

  He rolled the condom down his thick shaft and pounced. I was back in his arms in seconds with my back pressed against the wall.

  “Now, where were we?”

  “Getting nasty in the shower.”

  I could feel the tip of his cock pressing into my entrance.

  “Oh, we will get so nasty.”

  I liked this side of Aeron. He wasn’t as uptight since we got to Mexico. He buried his face in my neck and slid inside me. He was huge, but I was so wet, he hardly met any resistance. Aeron and I both groaned when he was buried to the hilt inside me. The water was still hot and beating down on us. We were steaming up the entire group shower.

  I tangled my hand in his hair and wrapped the other around his strong shoulder.

  “You feel so good,” Aeron moaned, thrusting into me.

  “Oh, shit. You’re amazing.”

  “I know,” Aeron growled.

  Aeron fucked me against the shower wall until I was shrieking, yanking his hair, and clawing at his arm. I don’t think I’d ever felt anything like this before. It was like my entire body was electrified, and every single inch of me felt good. Even my rock-hard nipples rubbing against Aeron’s hard chest were sending waves of pleasure through me.

  He brought out every inch of pleasure my body was capable of before he threw his head back and roared his release. I slumped in his arms. I was totally spent. He turned the water off and carried me over to the benches to dry me off. Someone had set out clean clothes and removed our dirty ones.

  I shakily pulled my top on.

  “If that’s just one of you, we are definitely not having that orgy.”

  Aeron just grinned at me and kissed the tip of my nose. He scooped me up to carry me back to Leif’s apartments.

  “You’ll see, Speedy.”

  Leif was pretending to be asleep when we got back. I didn’t know if he was mad at me. I slid into bed and spooned his back.

  “Don’t let anyone tell you science isn’t sexy, Leif,” I whispered.

  I felt him smile right before I fell asleep.

  Chapter 19

  A

  eron and Leif let me sleep in again. You can gauge how good the sex was by how wobbly your knees were the next day, and mine were like Jell-O. I found them like I did the morning before. They were going through that laptop again, and breakfast was waiting. I plopped on the couch and started shoving food in my face again. I was guessing I was eating another Maria specialty again. It was amazing.

  “Find anything interesting?”

  “Yeah. There is a vaccine. Doctor X created one with your blood and what they saved of your mother’s. All of Isaiah’s inner circle has gotten it. They don’t know what he’s planning, but he’s promised them paradise, and that’s why they are following him.”

  I still hadn’t had time to process what had happened to my mother. She was killed right after I was born, and I hadn’t really had the time to really let that sink in. Maybe my life would have turned out totally different if she had gotten away with both of us. None of this would be happening right now, that was for sure.

  “What happens to angels when they die?” I asked.

  Where was she now? Was she back in Heaven? Did she know what was happening in the world?

  “They are returned to the aether until another angel needs to be created,” Leif said. “She’d have no memories of what happened to her or you. As far as we know, no new angels have been created for a long time now.”

  “What was her name?”

  “The only Harbinger we know of that went missing was Uthuria. She was a young angel. That was probably how she got captured and couldn’t break free. Harbingers aren’t warriors. They are observers,” Aeron said.

  “I don’t passively observe,” I pointed out.

  Leif grinned at me.

  “No, you’re a little badass Harbinger with a baby blue baseball bat.”

  “Are you patronizing me?”

  “Not at all. We’ve been saying all angels need to learn to fight for the longest time. All this just proves it. Satan will keep trying. If he got this far this time, there’s no telling what will happe
n next time.”

  I shuddered at the thought.

  “So, how do we fix it this time?”

  “We’ve got your blood. We’ve got two angels here. I can make a vaccine while I figure out how to wipe out the Rage Heads.”

  I got this tingling in my hand. Something was missing. Something was coming, and I needed my sketch pad. My hand needed charcoal. That was what was missing. They knew. I hadn’t said a single word, and they hadn’t been around me when this happened before, but they must have recognized something on my face.

  I didn’t even have to leave my seat. Aeron had a sketch pad ready, and Leif handed me a box of charcoal. As soon as I had the smooth chalk in my hand, my vision blurred. I had no idea what it was like when other Harbingers did this. I had no idea how my mother experienced this.

  I never knew anything until I snapped out my trance and looked at what I drew. I never knew if it would be abstract or hyper-realistic, and I’d be horrified at what I just painted. I didn’t know if Aeron or Leif were saying anything as my hand moved across the page. I could never listen to music when this happened. I couldn’t hear a single sound in the room. There was always this ringing in my ears that didn’t stop until my vision cleared. I knew most people found ringing in their ears irritating and saw doctors about it, but there was something about the tone I always heard that was oddly comforting.

  My hand stopped. The ringing in my ears went away. The last thing to come back was always my vision. I shook my head as the black started receding in my sight.

  I looked down at what I had just done. I didn’t have to guess what was coming. It was staring at me right in the face. Back before the apocalypse, there was a militant white supremacist group that called themselves The Right Hand Path. They liked to violently disturb peaceful protests and set fire to minority businesses and churches. They had telltale signatures when they were out in public too. They wore red masks that covered everything but their eyes with a giant swastika in the center.

  I’d drawn an entire heavily armed group of Right Hand Path members standing right at the sign that said Welcome to San Quintin. Some of them had rocket launchers aimed at what I could only imagine were the front gates.

  “Seriously? The apocalypse couldn’t take out the Nazis?”

  Leif and Aeron exchanged worried glances.

  “Your father has been pandering to the extremist groups still left that Mexico has resources they won’t share. It fits right into their narrative. People with Erm, certain beliefs that have survived decided it was as good a time as any to let their racist freak flag fly. They were itching to do this before the apocalypse,” Leif said.

  “Yes, but we have a warning now, and we can prepare. We can set more mines and traps by the signs. We’ll set an ambush. I can kill them all with just a thought, but I think everyone here who can shoot a gun would jump at the chance for there to be a few less Nazis in the world.”

  “Yes, but my drawings don’t work like that. I could paint something, and it ends up on the news two hours later, or it could take weeks. I have this drawing, and we know The Right Hand Path is coming, but they could already be here right now.”

  “They aren’t. I called Meremoth and had him scout. They aren’t at the gates.”

  “We all have horses, Ariel. Abayomi is checking the border. You saw what it took to get into Mexico in the first place.”

  “Oh, shit, we can’t just protect San Quintin. We have to help all those people at the border. You know they will kill any living person they see on the way down here. It’s pretty shitty to be a Harbinger if everything you see comes true, and you can’t change it.”

  “That’s technically not true. Harbingers are just not allowed to stop anything. I know of at least three that lost their wings because they got fed up observing and did. We are using a different handbook right now, and we can totally change this if it stops Armageddon.”

  “Well, what are we waiting for?”

  Leif cleared his throat.

  “You can’t save Mexico in your panties, Speedy. Go put some trousers on.”

  Yeah, that would be a wonderful thing. It wasn’t like I could stop an army of Nazis carrying rocket launchers in a thong. Not even the sexy thongs I took from my apartment. At least I wasn’t wearing used scavenged panties.

  Chapter 20

  L

  eif could have been working on a vaccine and a way to end this. I could have been going through emails to find out if shit would get worse. Instead, we had to go stop some white supremacists from killing everyone in Mexico. Of course, the Antichrist would make friends with the Nazis.

  I was expecting another horse ride to the border or one of the vehicles they had in San Quintin. Maybe Leif’s horse was a little less murdery than Aeron’s horse. It was logical to expect an angel horse not to murder things, right? If angels were the good guys and not all angels were trained to fight, then maybe the Horseman of Pestilence had some nice, calm mare that did beautiful things like eating grass and giving rides to children at birthday parties.

  “We don’t have time to drive, Speedy. The border is pretty big. They’ve got five big rigs with an unknown number of people in the back coming on Eagle Pass Bridge from Texas. That’s the portion of the border we need to get to, and there’s not enough time to get there by horse or car. Even on our horses. We have to go the angel way,” Leif said.

  “Are you going to fly there with me in your arms like Superman and Lois Lane?”

  “You remember Superman?” Aeron said. “Do you remember which Superman movie is the best of all time?”

  Leif smacked him on the back of the head.

  “Seriously? You will go all movie snob when there five trucks full of Nazis coming to kill everyone here? We aren’t flying, Ariel. We can’t draw attention to ourselves. We can just think it and appear somewhere. All we need to do is touch you to bring you along.”

  “That sounds like something that will make me reappear with my head up my ass and an arm where my head is supposed to go.”

  Leif got up and wrapped me into a hug. This angel could certainly give wonderful hugs. I closed my eyes and rested my face against his chest.

  “It’ll be okay, Ariel. Open your eyes.”

  When I opened my eyes, I was no longer in Leif’s living room. I was behind a junk bus at the border. Did he seriously magically transport me somewhere with no warning?

  “Aren’t you supposed to count to three first and give me a heads up?”

  “Without you making a stink about it first? It was easier to just show you.”

  “You do make some stinky stinks sometimes, Speedy,” Aeron said. “Just go with it. We’re here, and we have work to do.”

  “Right. Kill the Nazis, save Mexico, then save the world. I’m still mad.”

  Leif just smirked at me.

  “You’re cute when you look like you want to beat my nuts with Smurfette.”

  Aeron handed me my trusty blue softball bat. He must have grabbed it while Leif was tricking me. It was just a baby blue hunk of metal, but I always felt safer when she was in my hands.

  It wasn’t long before men with guns surrounded us. They took border duty totally seriously, and they didn’t even know what was on that bridge coming over here. A woman in fatigues stepped forward and grinned at Leif and Aeron.

  “What are you doing at my portion of the wall? You’re a long way from your little hidey-hole in San Quintin.”

  “Well, you’re about to have some problems with your lovely hidey-hole. You’ve got some armed hostiles, numbers unknown, but possibly enough to fill five big rigs, heading this way with a lot of power to kill everyone in Mexico, Luci,” Aeron said.

  “The president sent men instead of herd Rage Heads here? They seldom get through, but the wall at the Arizona border isn’t as secure. Who is coming to attack us?” Luci said.

  “White supremacists.”

  Luci ran her fingers through her black hair and just rolled her eyes.

  “I’ve
never understood certain white people and their idolization of groups that lost their wars. How much time do we have?”

  “About six hours. I’m guessing they scavenged enough fuel in the back of those trucks that they won’t have to stop to find any on the way here. How are the mines?”

  “We’re hit the hardest by Rage Head herds on the Texas, Arizona, and New Mexico border. They walled California up and sent patrols to kill the Rage Heads. Texas is walled up too, but the state is divided now. We have to put new mines in every day.”

  “What do you mean about Texas?” I asked.

  “Texas rebuilt things like California did. They have power and long-range radios. There’s nothing to listen to except each other and Isaiah. There are a lot of radios in Texas, and I think civil war may break out within their walls. Some people believe Texas can take care of itself and rebuild on its own. They are doing a brilliant job of that and totally can.

  “You’ve also got people there that have put total trust in Isaiah. They think he helped end the war, and he only wants to help. They believe him when he says he’s hard at work on a vaccine and that Mexico has resources for everyone and won’t share,” Aeron said.

  “And that’s total bullshit,” Luci growled. “We have open trade with California. We tried the same with Texas, but we were only ever able to meet with one person at the gate every time. They told us no. Gangs have mostly taken over New Mexico and Arizona. It’s not safe to trade with them.”

  “Well, we will not be able to talk a bunch of armed Nazis down with we tried, and I can probably have a working vaccine in a few days, so we’d better get to work,” Leif said.

  Luci made a head signal to her team.

  “Get to work. If we live through this, I expect you to keep your word, Leif. I want all my soldiers vaccinated from Rage Head bites as soon as possible.”

  Leif held out his hand.

  “You’ve got yourself a deal, Corporal Luciana.”