Semiramis The Vessel

by Maya Daniels

  Pulling back away from me, she swipes her hair over her shoulder and smiles. Panting, I smile back before I realize what she’s planning. My entire world stops when she lifts herself up and slams down, taking me inside her, balls deep, in one go. It’s almost painful how tight we fit and I grab her hips, holding her still so she doesn’t hurt herself. It takes everything in me not to start pounding into her, but I need to make sure she is okay first. My hands shake where they grip her hips, and I watch her above me. Her head is thrown back, eyes closed and her breasts tremble. Her legs squeeze my hips tight, grinding her pelvis on mine. My balls squeeze painfully tight, ready to burst. It is the most erotic sight I have ever seen. It takes my breath away, and all I can do is stare.

  She looks down at me and smiles. It is so open, innocent and vulnerable that it makes my throat tight and I swallow the lump that formed there. Then she starts to move and I forget even my own name. Placing both palms flat on my chest, she starts riding me with abandon. Placing both my feet flat on the ground and lifting my knees, I lift my hips to meet her. She’s like rubber in my hands, writhing on me, twisting and turning. It’s getting difficult to keep pace. Not being able to stay under her any longer I wrap my arm around her waist and flip us over.

  Grabbing onto her breast with one hand and her hip with the other, I start pounding into her so hard I have to move one hand to hold on to her shoulder so I don’t push her away from me. She doesn’t mind wrapping one leg around my hips while holding onto my forearm with her hand. Her body lifts and falls, matching mine and the sounds coming from us both could wake the dead. I do not care. I can feel slight tremors in the walls wrapped around my cock and I know she is close. I am grateful, because I do not think I can last much longer, either.

  “Come for me, my love, let me feel you squeeze around me,” I growl through my teeth, not slowing down my rhythm.

  I can tell she wants to, but she needs something to push her over the edge. Her magick is swirling around us without control, mingling with my power, entwining just like our bodies are. It’s a magnificent feeling I have never experienced before. She lifts her hand and rakes her nails over my chest and abdomen, making me crazy. Without warning her, I pull out, flip her over, and slam back inside her in one breath. She turns her head and looks at me over her shoulder, her hair wild and a lustful smile on her face. Her eyes glow brightly and I double my efforts, holding onto her hips with both hands. She lifts her body off her hands, twisting up, and bends backwards, wrapping her arms over her head and around my neck. I glide my hand from her hip and gently wrap it around her throat. Without my control my other hand goes up in the air and slaps her hard on her butt cheek. That is all it takes. She falls apart in my arms, a loud scream bursting from her lips, and her walls grip me so tight, sucking me in like she will never let me out of her. I don’t ever want to be out of her. With that last thought, my orgasm hits me so hard that I roar her name, spending even my soul inside her with my seed and it takes long moments for both our bodies to stop shaking. Something is happening with our powers, too. It’s very subtle, but I can feel it. Like they meld together, becoming one. I do not mind, so I let it be. Breathing hard, I lean my forehead between her shoulder blades, trying to catch my breath.

  “You think Jezzinta heard us?” Alexia asks, her voice hoarse.

  “I do not think there is a living being in this realm that didn’t.” I chuckle weakly and kiss her back. “I do love you, you know,” I add softly.

  She stiffens in my arms at first but after a heartbeat she relaxes, sighing deeply.

  “I know.”

  I do not speak. I will not ever push her to say something she is not yet ready to say, but my chest hurts at her silence. I am a foolish male. I do not need her to say the words. I feel them with her every word and action. When she can admit it to herself…

  “I love you, too.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, but it hits me in my chest like a punch and halts my thought process. I stare at the back of her head, stupefied. Feeling her tense up in my arms propels me to open my mouth finally.

  “Thank you.” I hug her tight to me as if she’ll try to escape while I’m still inside her.

  “Don’t thank me, Lucifer. I’m not sure it’s a good thing. Everyone I love is being taken away from me,” she says, her voice breaking.

  “You will not be rid of me that easily, I promise you. You are part of me, my love. Where you go, I go. You must know this to be true.”

  “Are you sure?” The doubt in her voice breaks my heart.

  “I have never been surer about anything in my immortal life, Alexia,” I tell her simply, kissing her neck, and she starts moving away.

  “Where do you think you are going?” I growl at her, tightening my arms around her.

  “Oh, dear goddess. You’re still hard,” she gasps, turning to look at me over her shoulder.

  “I am immortal, my love. It comes with perks.” I smirk at her and start slowly moving in and out of her, making her moan. “I haven’t even started with you. It will be a long night,” I mumble in her hair.

  39

  Alexia…

  I can’t remember the last time I’ve slept this good. Every muscle in my body feels relaxed and I stretch like a cat on Sunday morning, pointing my toes down and lifting my arms over my head. Well, I try to lift them, I should say. There is a pleasant soreness between my thighs that makes me pause. My eyes snap open when everything from before I passed out after orgasm number I don’t remember which comes rushing back. My face burns when I remember everything we did. I have no idea what possessed me, but I acted like some sex goddess had possessed my body and mind. The things I did and said to Lucifer make me feel mortified, and I start thinking how I can get away so I won’t have to look him in the face.

  A deep, groggy moan sounds behind me and an arm sneaks around my waist, pulling me flush to a very naked Lucifer with my back pressed to his front and his erection nestled between my ass cheeks. My face feels so hot, I bet you can fry an egg on it, and when I feel him moving more alertly, I close my eyes and play possum. Don’t judge me. Anyone would if they’d been acting like a nympho for hours…and hours. I groan and the arm tightens around me. He buries his face in my neck, not bothered one bit by my hair and inhales deeply. I stiffen.

  “I can die a happy male if I wake up to this every morning,” he mumbles and his hand glides slowly from my waist to cup my breast.

  Like something bit me, I jump, waving my arms and legs, trying to untangle myself and stand up, making Lucifer groan painfully. This propels him into action, too, making him jump and turn around, looking for the threat. I realize two things at once. First the obvious, that Lucifer has an amazing ass that makes my fingers twitch because I want to grab it. Pathetic, I know. Second, the reason I was so comfortable and made him groan painfully when I tried to get away from him was because I was lying on top of his wing.

  My heart squeezes in my chest when it hits me that he must’ve been uncomfortable as hell letting me sleep on it. It may have even hurt, but he dealt with it so I could sleep. I forget all about my behavior and my embarrassment. I walk up to him and throw my arms around his neck, burying my head on his chest.

  “Thank you,” I mumble, giving him a kiss between his pecs.

  He wraps his arms around me straight away and his wings, too, but he is still looking around, confused, trying to figure out what has gotten into me.

  “Sorry, there is no threat. I just felt embarrassed when I remembered everything we did and I tried to get away from you.” I talk to his chest, unable to look at his face.

  Strong fingers curl under my chin, lifting my face up towards his, and moron that I am, I look at his nose so I don’t have to look into his eyes.

  “Do you regret it?” he asks softly and I feel his heart thundering in his chest.

  “No, I can’t say I do, no matter how much I want to,” I tell him honestly, still looking at his nose. He chuckles, releasing a breath like he was holding it.
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  “Look at me, my love.”

  “I am looking at you.”

  “Alexia…” there is a warning in his voice, and I finally lock my eyes with his.

  A lump forms in my throat and I swallow soundly to dislodge it. His ancient eyes sparkle like I have never seen them do before. It was always unnerving to lock eyes with him because it felt like he can see into my very soul, but now I just feel lost in them. It’s like he calls to some part of me that has found a home in him, and that one look makes all the wrongs in my life right. I can almost hear the click inside me that pushes some broken part back into place and makes it easier to breathe. As much as it freaks me out, it feels right. I also know this is not something I can fight, no matter how shitless scared I am. There are higher forces at play here; if I try fight them, I will definitely lose. I’m not sure I’m willing to deal with the consequences of that. I don’t even want to try.

  “Do you see the truth in my eyes?” He breaks the silence.

  “I see it. I see you,” I tell him breathlessly

  “I see you, too, Alexia, and I love everything I see.” He kisses me gently, just a press of lips before pulling back.

  “Let us see if the storm is over,” he says, handing me back my dress with one hand and dangling my ripped panties on one finger of the other, looking all apologetic and shit. I snort.

  “Don’t act like you regret ripping them,” I tell him, grabbing the dress and pulling it over my head.

  “I cannot say I do, as much as I want to,” He throws my words back at me and grins while picking his pants up and tucking my panties in his pocket. His trophy, no doubt.

  “Men,” I mumble, looking for my sneakers and finding them, one in each corner of our domed barrier. He laughs, a deep beautiful sound that makes me smile at him.

  “Ready to check what’s going on outside? I really want to see if Jez is okay,” I tell him, my hands already lifted and ready to lower the dome. He pulls his t-shirt over his head and nods, leaving it halfway down his torso, his stomach still visible. My eyes go there involuntarily.

  “Later you can look as much as you want, my love. Let us check on the witch, shall we?” He gives me a satisfied male smirk, and I stick my tongue out at him, making him chuckle and shake his head.

  I like this—not having the tension between us. It feels nice and natural. It makes me wonder why I fought it for so long. I start lowering the barrier slowly. No winds meet us when we stand out in the open. I turn around, towards the little cave Jezzinta made to see if it’s still standing and I’m greeted by a pissed-off witch with her hands on her hips, glaring at me.

  “Hi, Jez,” I say lamely.

  “Oh, hi, Sap. I’m so very glad you remembered me,” she says tartly.

  “Oh, come on! I just woke up and we did lower the barrier to check on you,” I tell her, frowning.

  “Of course you just woke up. I just woke up not long ago, too. And you know what? It wasn’t the wind keeping me awake,” she growls at me. Turning to the angel, she says, “What were you doing to her? Torturing her? I’ve never heard anyone scream that much for that long.” She glares at Lucifer, who is grinning from ear to ear at her, unfazed.

  “Oi! He was screaming, too,” I point out, my face burning all over again.

  “Don’t I bloody know it,” she mumbles, sighing. “Sorry, sap. It’s not your fault. I’m just cranky because I didn’t sleep much listening to you two. Although I am glad you finally fucked each other’s brains out and I don’t have to deal with the tension. It was getting to be a bit too much for me, to be honest.” She ends her venting with such an innocent look on her face that I burst out laughing. She giggles and Lucifer chuckles at us, shaking his head.

  She jumps at me and I hug her tight. We just hold each other for a minute like that, and I fight very hard with myself not to let my mind go to why the rest are not here with us. I’m still not ready to deal with that.

  “Shall we go?” Lucifer asks.

  “Do we even know where we’re going? I mean, the potions decided to open a portal and we walked through it like dumbasses. What if it’s a trap?” I voice my fears, pointing at Jezzinta with my eyes to Lucifer. He frowns as if the thought never occurred to him that we might get played.

  “Well, we can start moving forward. It’s not like Anzu is an ant and we might miss him. I have a feeling he’ll find us sooner than we can find him,” Jezzinta says and starts walking.

  We follow behind her and Lucifer takes my hand, interlacing our fingers. The angel is very touchy-feely. It makes me wonder if he is as touch-starved as I was, or as I am, I should say. It makes me feel all warm inside that he does this, always touching me as if he can’t help himself. Smiling at him, I squeeze his hand and his eyes sparkle again. We walk for a long time, talking about nonsense, and after a while we all fall quiet. This stupid realm is all desert and it looks like we are walking in place. At least there are no more winds, so we should be grateful. After maybe another hour we slow down, practically dragging our feet in the sand. Not like it was easy to walk on it before with our feet sinking.

  “I’m thirsty.” Jezzinta pants, bending down and placing her hands on her knees.

  “Let me try,” I mumble more to myself then her.

  Concentrating as much as I can from the exhaustion and the heat, I try to collect as much water from the dryness around me as I can. After cupping my hands, I realize they still have flakes of Remi’s blood on them and my heart drops to my feet.

  “Here, I’ll hold it,” Jezzinta pushes my hands away roughly in her attempt to stop me from breaking down. I give her a grateful look and close my eyes, trying again.

  I guess the air around us is not as dry as it seems. With a little effort, I manage to fill up Jezzinta’s hands and she gulps it down eagerly.

  “More?” I ask her, but she shakes her head, sighing happily.

  Turning to Lucifer, I take hold of his palms, cupping them, and fill them up with water.

  “Drink,” He lifts them to my lips, and I do it because the water starts seeping through his fingers slowly and I don’t want to waste it.

  “I could’ve waited.” I frown at him.

  “Yes, I know, but I couldn’t watch you wait,” he says simply, lifting his cupped hands again. I fill them up and watch, fascinated, as his throat moves while he is drinking. Jezzinta snorts, and as soon as he is done, he grins at me.

  “What?” I glare at them.

  “Who would’ve thought I would see the day when you are smitten, Sap. I didn’t think it’d ever happen.” She chuckles and skips along as if she didn’t just call me a pathetic idiot.

  “I’m not smitten.” I call after her, making Lucifer chuckle, but when I glare at him he tries to cover it with a cough. Smart man. “What are you? Five? I’m not smitten,” I repeat at her back.

  “Aha! And I’m a Victoria’s Secret model.” Jezzinta wiggles her bouncy ass at us, giggling.

  “You could’ve been if you weren’t a midget,” I tell her, smirking.

  “Who are you calling a midget, you freckled elephant? I’m the perfect height to bite your ankles if you piss me off.” She tries to glare but gives up and starts laughing in earnest. “I crack myself up, I’m so funny,” she gasps.

  “I’m not an elephant,” I tell her, and Lucifer is laughing out loud, so I turn, pointing at him. “He’s the elephant. He has all the body parts to fit the description.” That stops his laughter and he looks at me like I have grown a second head. “What? It’s true.” I chuckle under my breath.

  “Holy crap! That’s more info than I needed to know, but it does explain why I wasn’t sure you’d come out alive this morning,” Jezzinta says, looking serious, and I burst out laughing. “I told you I was funny, unlike her,” she tells Lucifer, who is still looking at me, bewildered. It makes me laugh harder and Jezzinta joins me.

  “Oh, dear goddess. You’re embarrassed! How adorable.” I look at his cheeks that are pinking a little.

  “I most def
initely am not.” He glares at me, and it makes me laugh harder.

  Unable to help myself, I go and wrap my arms around him. He hugs me back begrudgingly. Lifting my head, I kiss his neck, making him shudder a little.

  “It is adorable, and it makes you seem more human, somehow,” I mumble on his skin, and he squeezes me tighter to him

  “Okay, no hanky-panky now. We must move. You can do that after I go to sleep, not before,” Jezzinta quips and starts walking.

  I laugh under my breath, but I move away from Lucifer and we continue on our way. After a bit, it gets difficult to walk again. The sun glares at us, looking bigger and closer than I have ever seen before. Lucifer pulls his shirt off, and before I make a smartass comment, his wings come out and he pulls me and Jezzinta closer to him, bending them slightly over both of us to shield us from the sun. My heart melts at the gesture, but I keep my mouth shut. My eyes fill up with tears and Jezzinta does a double take at my face.

  “So…an elephant, huh?” She elbows Lucifer in his side, and he groans painfully—from her words, not her elbow attack.

  A sob-chuckle comes from me, and I blink fast to stop the tears from coming down. I nod gratefully at her and she winks, smiling. I thought that was the end of it. I was wrong.

  “What I would like to know, however, is what was the sap doing to you to get you to beg like you did? I must admit I have new respect for her, because she obviously has a hidden talent,” she says conversationally, craning her neck to look up at Lucifer, her face the picture of innocence.

  I stop in my tracks and glare at her, wanting the ground to open and swallow me whole. She looks at me, blinking like she doesn’t know why I feel murderous. We stand like that for a second until I feel Lucifer shaking next to me, and I’m instantly on alert until I realize he is shaking because he is trying hard not to laugh. As soon as I look at his face, he can’t stop himself. He doubles over, toppling us onto the sand with his wings. A booming laugh comes out from him and Jezzinta joins him, giggling and snorting while rolling around.