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Joint Project Ch 1 (AKA Divine Disarray)
🕑 Added 2020-03-29 10:10:21 +0000 UTC
So you might have read this as the short DIVINE DISARRAY. I'm taking it and using it for a joint project with Mark Albany. Here it is, in case you haven't read it.
Prologue – The Angel Who Would be a God
Without free will, we angels don’t have fantasies about such things as taking a mortal woman from behind and bending her over as you slide in. We don’t have daydreams about taking a female angel right there on the cloudlike ground and spreading her legs, diving in face-first. In theory, we aren’t supposed to want to press our lips to their necks, to breathe in their sweet, heavenly scent.
By God, we don’t even think about not having such thoughts and dreams. Which is why it was especially odd that my day had so far been full of nothing but that.
Oh, and erections? Yeah, we weren’t supposed to get those, either. Of course, we have penises and vaginas. That whole idea of angels looking like those plastic dolls down there is simply ridiculous. But to think of using it for… that? Unheard of.
That day when the rift opened, when a wave of light hit and suddenly everything was… broken? Well, that day changed it all.
I’d been standing in formation with the other angels, as we did every day for inspection. A daily check to ensure we were ready for the next siege of the spirit realm by the demonic forces, when the flash of light caught my eye. I wasn’t the only one, I had realized when their heads shifted. Angels in formation never shifted heads. But before anyone could really process it, the light was gone. Had it been turquoise? Violet? Gray? Nobody knew. It was a light, it was gone.
Nobody said a thing, simply returning to proper formation. Except that my eyes took in the curve of the skin at the edge of Naratha’s neck, wondering what she tasted like, then trailed down her white and gold silk-like robes to the shapely form of her ass. Holy fuck, it bothered me that I’d never noticed that ass before. Then again… no free will. My tongue ran across my lips, my mind wondering what it would feel like for those thick ass cheeks to slam against my hips, how her tight pussy would feel as I slid inside.
I wasn’t the only one to suddenly break formation, although I wondered if I was the only one to do so because of the massive erection forming beneath my loincloth. If you could call it a loincloth—we wore cloth wrapped around our waists and between our legs, a longer flap with gold lining falling over the front and back. As I walked, bent over and trying to hide my bulge, others were looking at me—some of them female angels, women who had lust in their eyes.
Lust! In the eyes of angels… The thought disgusted me, and totally turned me on.
That was the night the dreams had first come. That night, I’d awakened more than once with a boner that threatened to explode all my heavenly essence if not dealt with. And for the first time, I’d reached down there and gripped that beast, shaking it and stroking like it was all that mattered in the heavens. I don’t know if it was just that it was the first boner I’d ever had or whether I was genuinely blessed, but my God, it was huge.
This serpent, this tool of temptation, begging for release.
Of course, angels sleep in the barracks, ready for war at a trumpets’ call notice. I turned and saw Naratha staring at me with wide eyes. I realized that I hadn’t bothered to leave my cloud bed, there among the rows of others.
It only took a second longer to see the shape of her sheets, bunched up, her hand clearly between her legs. For a moment, we both looked like children caught with their hands in the cookie jar, and we both seemed to think the other would do something horrible about it. Instead, we continued to go for the cookies. Her hand moved. My hand moved.
The best part was when she, ever so nonchalantly, moved back part of her sheet so that I could see her hand, and flesh. Sweet, golden flesh, glowing slightly.
She raised an eyebrow, and when I didn’t get the hint, she nodded, licking her lips.
Oh, by God, she wanted to see mine. I took a deep breath, raised my head slightly to ensure others weren’t watching, and then froze. Not only were others not watching, but in the corner a man had his head buried in a woman’s crotch. It was hard to tell in the shadows, but this certainly didn’t seem to be the only such act occurring in that room.
Well then, why not? I maneuvered my hips, angling myself toward Naratha so that only she’d be able to see, and then lifted the sheet out of the way so that she could see my massive erection, my hand moving along it as she watched.
Her eyes went wide. Her hand froze for a moment, then started working faster, furious, not trying to hide it anymore.
I did the same.
Suddenly she was up, pulling her sheet with her and staying low as if that would help nobody see, and was in my bed.
“What’re you doing?” I whispered, aghast.
“Shut up,” she said, taking my hand and putting it between her legs.
Moist, wet, vaginal lips. The skin was so smooth, her pussy so ready for me. My fingers found their way, only one fitting inside, but then she guided me away from the opening and to what I only knew through reputation as her clit.
Again, she guided me, and when she was just starting to bite her lip, to bury her face in the pillow to keep from crying out, a scream sounded from a hallway of the barracks. Others got up, moving to see what it was, but I pulled her close, going faster, faster, and as the scream from the other room grew louder, Naratha’s scream was soft but intense, her body shaking. It was followed by a whimper. I pulled my hand away, realizing it was drenched.
“A murder!” someone shouted, which didn’t make sense, and seemed so distant. All I could think was how fucking hot Naratha was, and how badly I wanted her to grab my cock, to take it in her mouth, her pussy… anywhere, really.
“Leon, come, quick,” a voice said, and I turned to see my fighting comrade Djorn motioning for me a few paces away. He froze, mid-motion, when he saw Naratha look up. His mouth moved without words, and he stumbled back in confusion.
She sat up, hand to her mouth as she mumbled, “What have we done?”
Taking her hand and wanting to guide it to my cock, all I could think was, Not enough, yet.
But then she was out of bed, going toward her own, then turning, confused, and staring at my now totally exposed cock. She held her breath, looked at it longingly, and then shook her head.
“I’m sorry,” she said, then took off in the other direction from the crowd.
I had no idea what to do, here. Part of me wanted to go after her, but I also thought I should see what they were talking about. Murder? Could they mean demons had infiltrated the heavens?
Before I could move one way or the other, crippling pain took hold of me. First in the lower abdomen, then it was like my balls were growing too large, pain shooting through them in a dull, horrible fashion.
I later came to learn that was my first experience with blue balls, but at the time all I could assume was that someone had placed a curse on me.
“Demons,” I mumbled, unable to get the word out at first, then lay back, clutching the bed, and shouted louder, “DEMONS!”
Two more angels were at my side, one male and one female. The female clasped a hand over her mouth, the male’s face scrunched up.
“My God, Leon,” he said. “What is that thing?”
“It’s swollen, and so… monstrous,” the woman added.
“A curse,” I replied. “Something’s wrong, very wrong.”
The woman moved quick, going for the weapons stash and pulling a long, golden sword into her hand. “We’ll cut it off,” she declared as she stormed back toward me. “It’s the only way.”
“No!” I protested, suddenly up and backing away, covering my crotch.
The man, who I now saw to be Treyal, a loyal fighter under my command, stepped into her path, hand up. “That won’t do.”
“But you saw it!” she protested, eyes wide with fear.
He nodded, and glanced back. “I saw, and I see that it’s going away.”
His eyes met mine, and I nodded thanks.
“You three,” a voice said, and I turned to see the golden glow around the head of a general. “Haven’t you heard? There’s been a murder.”
“Y—yes,” I stammered, pulling my loincloth into place. “Where’s the invasion? How many?”
The general frowned, stepping in to where we could better see him. “No, you don’t understand. An angel has murdered another angel. General Valkor is dead.”
“I’ll be right there.” I moved to follow him, only, as two other angels moved in to have a word with him, I changed course. The distraction was my chance to get out of there. None of this felt right anymore—nothing about this place was home. It was the prison that had kept me and my free will at bay for centuries. Millennia?
Making my way outside, I found the edge of the clouds that led to the spirit world and the plains below.
I spread my wings, preparing to make the jump.
Many were heeding the call of their generals, staying put and awaiting further instructions. But not me. The opening of the rift, or the ‘shifting’ as some later took to calling it, had occurred and made one thing very clear—free will was a bitch, and I could never look my fellow angels in the eyes after what had happened the night before.
It was as if my whole life I’d wanted free will, but had never known it. My whole life… which had been what? Centuries? Millenia? As far back as I could remember, I’d served as a royal guard in the Angelic Host, but now everything had changed. Like a great earthquake that had shifted the realities of heaven and hell.
And to make it worse, I not only knew I had free will, but knew that I craved a woman, badly. More than anything, more than wanting to defend the heavens. It was horrible, and for that thought alone I was ready to make my fall, to become one of the Fallen, as they termed deserters.
And so, I looked down from the clouds at the worlds below, contemplating, wondering what was out there.
It would be a long fall, but one I’d set my mind to.
“Leon, no…” The voice of Naratha was soft, loving, peaceful. And yet… most unwelcome at that moment. Seeing her there in all her glory made this decision incredibly more complicated. Her golden hair was pulled back and tied but falling around her shoulders. She was more than an angel to me, the epitome of everything that was holy. Her perfectly white wings folded behind her and matched the white in the color of her robes that clung to her like silk, although it was truly made of woven clouds.
But all I could think about was the look of horror, the way she’d run away and left me alone, exposed. Unsatisfied.
No, that wasn’t why, I told myself. But deep down, I knew it was playing a large part in my decision.
“I won’t remain one of their slaves.”
“Slaves?” Her gaze held a pity I almost couldn’t handle. “Dear, sweet Leon…” She stepped closer to me, and for the first time in my life, my appreciation of her was something more than observational. I’d always appreciated her like a piece of art, or as one would when seeing the most wonderous natural beauty. Every time I’d looked at her it was like seeing the sunrise for the first time.
But now, as the cloth rippled over her breasts, revealing the curves, pointing out slightly at the nipples, I felt a surge of movement in my groin. She must have sensed it, or something, because she froze mid-step, eyes on me with confusion.
It was certainly an odd moment, since before that day, we’d technically been asexual beings. Angels that, while easily identified as male and female by our genitals, had no real need for them.
Standing there in what was essentially a loincloth, there was no doubt that my cock remembered everything.
“Everything is changing so fast,” Naratha said, averting her gaze. “I… I know it’s not what we’re used to, but we must continue to follow orders. To wait it out. You’ll see, soon it will all be as it was.”
“Will it?” I asked, mind spinning as my blood moved south.
Her eyes moved to my bulge, her tongue touching her lips. One of her hands moved along her dress, caressing her breasts. The other reached out for me, as if to grab my bulge and take me. But she froze, quickly regaining herself and folding her hands in front of her. “Put that abomination away.”
I tried to, but only out of respect for her. There was no hiding it, though, not truthfully, as my loincloth merely acted as a tent.
“You can’t stop me,” I said, trying to keep my focus on the subject at hand. The dizziness in my head told me I now understood mankind and their constant focus on sexual desire. Diverting one’s mindpower anywhere but down there was a task worthy of a god.
She breathed deep, glanced over her shoulder, and then took two steps so that she was pressed up against me, my manhood—as that’s what it was—feeling for the first time the warmth of an angelic woman’s body against it.
“I won’t let you,” she told me, and then took my face as she pressed her lips to mine. A gentle flicker of her tongue, her warmth flowing through both of us like a sunny day.
But I pulled back, hand on her waist. “My mind’s made up on the matter.”
“No,” she said, and turned. I couldn’t believe it, but it was clear she meant to sound the alarm. To betray me!
It was now or never, so I turned back, wings spread to make the leap. A line of smoke gave me pause. Black, mixed with red, moving with purpose. Such smoke wasn’t an uncommon sight… at least, not in the spirit realm, not when demons were en route to a battle. But here, in the heavens? Never!
My legs nearly buckled as I was caught between the urge to leave this all behind and the sudden realization that the impossible was happening, that the demons were attacking the heavens.
The smoke gave way to dark shapes and then they exploded out, forms of darkness, red fire, bursts of purple and black. Demons, pouring out into the streets of the heavens, their swords and magic taking out the first unsuspecting angels in their path.
“No…” Naratha said, and I turned to see she hadn’t gone far. She met my gaze and I nodded, turning to charge into the fight.
Maybe I didn’t belong here, but that didn’t mean I was about to abandon the place to the likes of these demons. I charged forward, hand toward the golden light so that I could pull my sword. My blade appeared in my hand, ready as I leaped into the air, flapped my wings, and met the first of the demons in battle.
I was no slouch in a fight. Having led my angelic troops into battle hundreds of times over hundreds of years, slaying demons came as second nature. At one moment I’d be cracking open a red or purple skull with the hilt of my sword or a fist, the next slicing two open at once. In a whirlwind of gold light I was there, sending out blades as my strikes incinerated my enemy. Other angels were nearby, tearing the demons apart, but plenty of angels fell, too. In part, this was our home turf, where we were strongest. But also, the demons had caught us unawares.
A particularly creepy demon in a long, purple cloak came at me, colors of black and red shifting in the cloak as it got closer—in a way I’d never seen before. It caused me to pause, which was a mistake in a battle such as this. Three demonic hands appeared from shadows, others closing in on me. My fist went to the sky and golden light flashed out in all directions, removing the hands. But the distraction was all the demon needed to close the gap, to get its hands on me.
My insides tore at his touch, my skin burning, feeling like it was disintegrating and falling off at the same time, like soon I’d be nothing but the pure, heavenly light of my insides. A scream sounded, meaning another angel had likely died nearby. I couldn’t go down like this, not so soon after receiving my freedom.
Reaching deep within, I pulled on every heavenly ounce of power I could find, pushing it out, expelling this demon. In an explosion of light he was thrown back, and I charged, diving at him. Wings back, sword forward, I nearly had him, but he dodged with a flutter of his cloak. A blast went off and a beam of gold light shone, tearing down demons by the hundreds, but this one was apparently mine to deal with.
I was ready, though, because as he watched his friends fall, I’d been storing up energy, pulling it from his fallen companions and directing it all into my sword.
Then, letting it go with a massive release, I thrust and the golden blade shot into him, beams of light bursting forth and cutting through all of his vile, evil darkness.
The demon flashed out in a puff of smoke, gone. Either dead or cast off back to his hell. And then the strangest thing happened. A screen appeared in front of me that read:
Level: 71
Class: Angelic Host
Attack: 121
Defense: 107
Speed: 201
Mana: 363
In addition to that, there were various screens of spells with several colored circles grayed out. All except for the white one, with branches that showed several skill paths. A couple that I noticed read:
Spells
White: Shield of Light Level 14
Yellow: Heavenly Blade Level 10
There were more, but I stopped there, not sure what I was looking at. That, and the fact that the fight was still ongoing. I noticed several skill points that looked like I was supposed to allocate them, but I decided to investigate that when this was over.
For now, I waved my hands at the screen and was relieved to see it vanish, just in time for me to see a demon’s fireball flying my way. I threw up a heavenly shield of white light, which fluttered away as the fireball hit it. I dodged right, then left, and came up with a sword strike that tore my next demon adversary in two.
More came at me, but I’d found my stride again, as if that strange screen or the ‘leveling up’—whatever that meant—had rejuvenated me.
And then, as I struck down a ghostly figure whose bones showed through its flesh, I looked up to see that the demons were gone. A blast of angelic trumpets cascaded over the clouds and temples of the heavens. While they were all celebrating their victory, I knew exactly how I wanted to show my joy, and it was no different from what I’d wanted before the attack.
Naratha stood next to me, beaming, the temple right behind her. I took her hand, kissed it, and started walking. She didn’t resist, didn’t question me until I had her up against one of the marble columns, my lips on her neck.
“Leon,” she whispered, hands on my shoulders. A squeeze.
I took it as an invitation to go further, and had the hem of her gown up in a moment, my hand caressing her wet pussy, then guiding my stiff cock in, the tip starting to part her lips.
Again she said my name, but this time she pushed.
I stumbled back, cock and soul exposed.
She didn’t have to say it. The look in her eyes, the way she then turned from me, walking off. It was exactly what I needed to remember why I knew that I no longer belonged there. That I wouldn’t live by their rules any longer.
I was overcome with anger, passion, and confusion. A hint of smoke came from the temple, betraying the presence of a demon. They couldn’t stay in heaven without such signs, and the fact that one was hiding humored me in my current state. My plan was to storm in there and tear it apart, limb from limb.
The ground shook with my steps as I entered the temple, eyes wild with rage as I scoured the cloths and tapestries, knowing the smoke would give it away. My hand pulled my sword from thin air, my sword of heavenly light, and a growl escaped my lips.
A clanging sounded as the demon stumbled, emerging from behind a table covered with grapes and melons, a long tablecloth having served to hide her.
And it was a her, I saw, plain as day. My cock knew it too, apparently, because it surged, still exposed, I realized. She was a sight to behold, so I shouldn’t have been surprised. If I’d had more experience with the thing, I wouldn’t have been. The way this demon’s curves formed a perfect hourglass, her full breasts nearly exposed except for a sort of red armor that formed around the contours of them, along with her shoulders and shins. Around her waist hung thin strands of cloth, one piece tied under. Her hair was a fiery red, her wings tinged with a similar color… and the bottoms of her legs where her feet should have been were formed into hooves. Long, wide horns grew out from the sides of her forehead. Bright red eyes stared at me. Not me, precisely, but my exposed cock.
I gulped, overwhelmed with confusion. Did I want to slice her neck open, or have her ride me through the break of dawn? Truthfully, both.
“That’s not…” she started, eyes finally rising from my cock to my face. “Angels aren’t supposed to…”
“I know,” I said, quickly trying to tuck myself away. With the little amount of clothing my loincloth provided, it was practically impossible.
She scooted back, eyes moving from me to the other temple exits. Was she looking for a way out, or checking to see if others were coming?
“What’s happening?” she asked.
I frowned, confused.
She indicated my crotch again, then pointed to herself. “You’re not the only one. Changing, I mean.”
I cocked my head, waiting for more. After a moment, I said, “Go on.”
Inching closer, she said, “My shackles…” She held out her arms, skin going from tan to black mid-forearm. “We all had them. We were all prisoners, in a sense. Forced to do the will of hell, of our masters. But…they’re gone.”
“It’s why you’re still alive,” I noted, realizing that she must’ve abandoned the fight to hide in here. If she’d been compelled to fight as was supposed to happen, she wouldn’t have had the option.
She nodded, ashamed. “And you… Free will?”
Now it was my turn to nod. Also… maybe ashamed? I covered myself with one hand, and in an instant, she was up close, and my sword was at the ready. Only, she didn’t attack. She stared at me with fear, but one hand went to my hand that was down there, and moved it aside.
“Don’t hide it,” she said, and then reached under my loincloth and pulled it out, stroking it slowly, tenderly, eyes never leaving mine. The brilliance of that red was stunning. “Can you get me out of here?”
I blinked, looking down at her demonic, clawed hand on my cock. “Is that what this is? Are you a succubus, here to seduce me into abandoning my post?”
Her grip tightened. “Not at all. But I saw you—you were… doubtful.”
“I wasn’t—”
“My kind can read doubt from a mile away.” She stroked me again, then lowered her hand to cradle my balls. “I’m a demon, simple as that. But one that enjoys the opportunity in front of me. In all ways.”
The way she was touching me sent warm tingles throughout my body that felt better than anything I’d ever experienced. Considering that I was in heaven, that was saying something.
I took her hand away, though, and nodded. “We’ll finish this… below. Stay close.”
Her eyes lit up, glowing, and she nodded.
I don’t know what I was thinking. Whether it was the idea of fucking this demon, or the craving for companionship as I left everything I had known as far back as I could remember, but I knew I wanted her to come with me. At the temple entrance, I paused, watching angels move toward the great hall in joyous celebration of their victory. Dragging a sex-crazed demon like this one behind me simply wouldn’t do. Taking one of the tablecloths, I draped it over her head and told her to stay close, to get behind me if there was trouble, and then indicated the point of departure.
“There,” I said, indicating the place where we could jump. “You can… fly?”
She glanced back at the lump of the cloth on her wings, and nodded. “I don’t understand. Why are you helping me?”
“I’m not. I’m breaking out of here.”
Her eyes narrowed. “Bullshit.”
“What’s worse? Knowing you’re a slave, or suddenly finding out you’ve been a slave your whole life, but didn’t even know it?”
“I honestly don’t know.”
“Me neither, but I’d say they’re at least on equal grounds. To have no free will and not even know it… well, how could I live in a place that kept me as a physical and mental slave? I can’t. I won’t.”
“The feeling is… understandable.”
“Together,” I said, and as much as I feared her, fighting down an ingrained hatred of her kind and a deep-seated need to kill her, the word meant something. It meant we were going to escape this, because her understanding of my current frame of mind made her, in a strange way, closer to me than anyone had ever been.
To some, this might have seemed rushed. Childish, even. At best, seen me as a teenager engaging in a fantasy. Well fuck all of them—this was me, a super-powerful being, recently released into the world, and for the first time discovering both an interest in the opposite sex and a tool for pursing it.
So forgive me if I was partially driven by the craving to stuff my cock into this demon’s mouth once we were out of there. To watch those breasts rock as she rode me. To… well, you get the idea.
Without another word, the two of us took off for the jump point. Other angels were starting to gather near the great hall, likely about to begin gathering the forces again. But some were at the jump point… more than one of them going over.
Other angels were defecting before I had my chance!
“You there, stop!” a large angel in full heraldic armor shouted, a Valkyrie at his side as they intercepted an angel making a run for it.
The angel turned my way and I recognized him as my equal—an angelic soldier by the name of Irdoan.
“Leon, good!” he exclaimed, grabbing the other angel and tackling him to the ground. “The generals have proclaimed an emergency. We have defectors, and they must be stopped. Some have already escaped and we’re forming teams to go after them, if you’ll—”
Fuck this guy. I said, “Hurry,” and broke into a sprint.
His eyes went wide as he realized what was happening, but his hands were full with the other angel, his Valkyrie already diving for another one near the departure point. He started to shout, when a black line of smoke burst forth in front of him and he went cross-eyed, losing consciousness a moment later.
I glanced back to see the demon smirking, and had to hope she’d only knocked him out, nothing more. His prey was up, running toward us and shouting his thanks, when a long, golden spear pierced his chest! A line of angelic hunters were moving in, more spears ready.
Holy Gods, they’d killed him!
“Desertion will not be allowed!” a woman at their front shouted, more spears poised and ready.
“Can you keep the spears off us?” I asked.
The demon glanced over, worried, and said, “I can cloak us… momentarily. But they’ll see the smoke.”
I was familiar with the idea. Demons who weren’t attacking could get by unseen, but once they became aggressors there was no escape. To think that she could cloak me too was a surprise, but I nodded. Her smoke earlier could only mean one thing—that she’d been at least debating attacking. Point was, she hadn’t.
“Make it happen.”
She cast off the cloth I’d given her, wings spreading wide to gasps nearby, and then she spun, black smoke taking us, swirling around us quickly as she shouted, “Run!”
Spears were incoming, but we had taken off, sprinting toward the departure point, and then we both leaped up, wings spread wide and almost knocking into each other. As more spears came, one whizzing right past my head, we were down and past the clouds, the barrier of heavenly light breaking as we passed through it.
“Holy fuck!” she shouted, diving past me, wings pressed back against her skin, only flapping once to change her trajectory—and in that moment, I caught a damn fine view of her ass.
Although I was running for my life, the thoughts wouldn’t leave me. I had to laugh, flapping to follow her route and then diving to move to her side. We flew, sharing a smile, and then turned as a spear went through the air between us, slamming into another defecting angel far below us.
A glance up showed that the hunters weren’t in pursuit, yet.
“This way,” I shouted, guiding her in the opposite direction, and soon we were out of sight, and I hoped, range. They hadn’t been given the order to pursue, yet, and were doing their damned best to stick to their orders to the letter.
But I knew it was likely eating them up, now that free will had become a thing. Or had it only affected some of us, this shift, or opening of the rift? Soon, we were moving along a cliff face I didn’t recognize, overlooking a valley I’d certainly never seen before.
We landed and she turned to me, crouching, defensive. “What now?”
“We look for answers,” I said. “Find out what’s happened. Maybe start with… the plains.”
She eyed me, considering this, but then ever-so-subtly licked her lips.
“Unless,” I started, not sure about where I was going or if I was ready. “Unless you have something else in mind?”
Her eyes narrowed, but then her stance relaxed, a smile forming on her lips. “Are you serious with this?”
“Should I not be?” Honestly, it was all very confusing.
She chuckled. “To be clear, I’m a demon. Daedra the Feared, Daedra the Bloodthirsty… or at least I was. But still, Daedra. A demon.”
“Nice to meet you, Daedra. My name is Leon.”
She smiled, mischievously. “Part of my job is to seduce, to kill, to do… evil. You—you’re an angel.”
“Was.”
“Was?”
I nodded. “From now on, I’m something else. Something… better.” She tilted her head questioningly, and wanting to sound grand in the moment, I said, “A god.”
“A god.” Her smile widened. “Is that so?”
Without waiting for me to answer, she stepped closer, one of her hands moving over her chest. As the hand passed, the armor there moved aside, basically fading into thin air, leaving her breasts fully exposed. Beautiful, full breasts. No golden glow, no angelic light, but a very true olive color of tanned flesh with dark little nipples. She ran her hands down her body, reaching into the cloths covering the lower part of her body to touch herself and let out a soft moan.
“You want to touch me?” she asked. “Or me to touch you, my god?”
“I’ve never wanted anything more.”
Her hands rose to the back of my head, pulling me in. Angels were warm, but her touch was hotter than I’d expected, almost painful. At first. Then it was like getting into a hot bath—one that feels scalding at first, but then is the best sensation you’ve ever felt. Her touch was like this, her kiss more so.
Gold flashes of light filled the sky, beams slamming into the ground nearby and leaving the crouched forms of angelic hunters in their wake. That meant they’d been given the order to pursue. Not good for us.
“Relinquish your hold on the heavenly light,” one of them called, and I was relieved to see that, as they all stood, there wasn’t anyone I knew amongst them. A good thing, that, since I’d likely have to try to kill them. They wore helmets that partially concealed their faces, gold and curved at the bottoms. The one the leader of the group wore had a lion carved into it.
The hunters were known for their skill, until now always employed to go after particularly nasty demons causing trouble in the spirit realms. This was the first time I’d find out how an angel such as myself stood up against them.
“Not going to happen,” I said, and pulled my sword from the sky.
“Relinquish the light!” the man repeated, and then pointed his spear at the demon at my side. “And we will take care of this filth.”
“Watch your tongue,” I replied, and then motioned to the demon, hoping she got the message.
We charged at once. I knew their strategy would be to attack fast with their spears. Ranged attacks, and even when it came to hand-to-hand, they rarely had to deal with an enemy up close. So, I got in as close as I could, swirling about with my sword strikes.
They were good, blocking and countering… but I was better. When they struck, I was ready with a block, always staying in close to at least one of them. Always ready for their next blow. This sort of close combat against larger numbers was where I excelled. And I wasn’t fighting randomly, or to bring in a mark as they were, but for my freedom.
My freedom, and this random demon’s survival. I glanced over at her as I fought, shouting as I thrust my sword into one of the hunter’s chests. Who was she, that I would fight so passionately for? Or was it that I was projecting my needs onto her, that I made her an excuse? Time would tell.
I pulled my sword free, watching the first angel I’d ever killed drain away, becoming one with the light. The others all fought with more ferocity then, finally realizing what I was capable of. While they might have thought killing another angel beyond any of us, I had proven that untrue. A question arose in me, causing me to nearly take a spear to the chest, only dodging at the last second and getting a wing clipped because of it.
If I was able to kill my kind, a heavenly host… what did that really make me? Was I still an angel, or something else entirely?
Daedra was at my side, holding her own. When one hunter tried to stab her, she flapped her wings and spun up and to her right. A halberd appeared in her hands with a flurry of smoke and she thrust, taking the hunter in the shoulder.
Another hunter came at her from above, but she leveraged the first thrust to pull herself out of harm’s way and leave the hunter below exposed, so that the spear went right into his leg. He was now injured and pinned in place.
“We’ll give you one last chance!” the lead hunter shouted, but he was already lunging for a killing blow as the words left his mouth.
So, fuck him. I spun, bringing my sword around, and put up a shield for the blow I knew would’ve otherwise taken me down. The spear hit and I was knocked slightly off course, but only enough so that when my sword connected with his head, it didn’t cleanly decapitate him. He fell over as I landed, his head clinging on with a thread of skin. Then he was gone in a flash of gold.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Daedra taking down another. It said something about her strength, as not many demons could survive against a single hunter, let alone a group of them. Or maybe fighting at my side was giving her extra boosts? Either way, there were only two of them left.
Rumbling sounded, then suddenly the ground burst open and a monstrous beast charged out, large claws tearing into the hunter opposite me, pulling him to shreds so that golden blood splattered.
I pulled back, pressed up against Daedra, as the other remaining hunter attempted to avenge his friend. No luck, and a moment later he followed his friend down the throat of the monster, teeth tearing him apart on the way.
We ran, half sprinting, half flying as another monster appeared in the sky. The second was much like the first, but with scales and a long neck, teeth gnashing and steam billowing from its nostrils.
“On me,” Daedra shouted as her armor returned. She dodged sideways for a tackle, the two of us rolling. For an instant, I thought she might be attacking me, but then saw the smoke around us, fading to a sheen of black, like a bubble. In response to my inquisitive look, she explained, “We’re cloaked. Keep moving, but stay low. No magic.”
I nodded, and we were up, moving as a duo as the two monsters tore each other apart behind us. They weren’t natural, and they didn’t belong on the plains. How many times had I been here and never seen anything like that? The shift was changing much more than we knew.
On the plus side, I noticed a screen had been floating nearby ever since I’d killed the last of the hunters before the beast appeared. At the time it had seemed like a random eyesore, but now I realized that its presence meant I’d leveled up again!
We moved around to the other side of a rock formation, pausing, and I took the opportunity to catch my breath and see what those skill points from earlier, and this leveling up, could be used for. To my relief, the sounds of fighting had died off, so I assumed we were clear for now.
A screen like this didn’t make sense to me, but I understood the basic ideas behind attack, speed, and whatnot. I also saw that there were more techniques I could learn, which the screen called “Spells.” For now, since I had five points, I assigned three to defense and one to speed, and used one to open a new spell that was called, Hunter’s Bow. The screen now read:
Level: 72
Class: Angelic Host
Attack: 121
Defense: 110
Speed: 202
Mana: 363
Spells
White: Shield of Light Level 14
Yellow: Heavenly Blade Level 10; Hunter’s Bow Level 1
Not sure how that worked, I simply thought of using it and noticed a golden bow appear in my hand. Without arrows, I lifted it, pretended to knock an arrow, and wasn’t at all surprised when an arrow of golden light appeared.
That could come in useful, I thought, and put it away as I noticed Daedra had a screen in front of her, too.
“So, I’m not going insane.” I nodded toward her screen.
She shook her head. “A couple of others had them, demons who leveled up after killing a few of their kind before our attack on the heavens. I wasn’t sure what it was, but… No, I’m still not.”
I stepped beside her and noticed that she was only a level twenty-seven. It made me wonder what this was—a gauge of years lived combined with power? Or was there some other measurement at play?
“From what I’ve gathered, you can apply those points,” I indicated the three she had at the top right of her screen, “to upgrade yourself, somehow.”
“What the fuck?”
“Honestly, I have no idea why, but imagine it has to do with whatever gave me free will and made you not a slave anymore. I imagine answers are coming, or we’ll find them for ourselves. In the meantime, see, your defense is strong, but attack could be better, and it looks like you’re connected to the black, purple, and red colors, while mine are only white and yellow. I guess that fits, but, click there.” I pointed to the red circle.
Sure enough, when she hit it there were several upgrade options. I guessed she had more, being lower level.
“Those are like new shields, new attacks, stuff like that,” I said. “Spells, kind of. You definitely will want to try those out.”
She smiled, nodded, and said, “Sure, maybe when I have some down time to look it over, make sure I get the best upgrades.”
I nodded, watching her swipe the screen away, still amazed that I was here with this beauty, this stunning creature who was in so many ways my complete opposite.
Her eyes met mine and we held that moment. I leaned in, about to kiss her, when another flash of gold light went off. The beam of light slammed into the ground. We spun to see another angelic hunter kneeling, spear at the ready.
“FUCK!” I shouted, both very aware of my cursing, and embracing it. If I was going to be a god, I was going to have to get used to doing whatever the hell I felt like. But seriously, could I get a break, here?
I held out my hand, sword flaming into existence, and took a step toward the hunter.
“Wait,” a voice said, almost gingerly. The angel took off her helmet and her breastplate, casting them aside. “It’s me.”
“Naratha?” I stared, confused.
She stood there in her silks, taut nipples showing through as the wind whipped about her. “I didn’t come to fight, but to go with you.”
Her eyes moved from me to Daedra, then back again, confused.
“Go with us?” I asked, cocking my head.
“I…” She looked truly dumbfounded.
“It’s either us, or not at all.”
“I can never go back. Because of you!”
“Wrong. You can never go back… because of you.”
Naratha’s eyes bored into me, considering who I was and our predicament. Finally she said, “Then… yes.”
“You know her, I’m assuming,” Daedra interjected. “If you trust her, what am I going to do? Let’s move before more show up.”
“I couldn’t agree more.” I glanced around the plains. “You know your way around here?”
“We should be able to find a cave to hide out in. This way.” Daedra motioned us along and took the lead.
Watching a nearly nude demon run, even one with goat feet, was proving incredibly sexy. It made sense to stick to the ground instead of flying, for one because we wanted to stay low, out of sight, but also because flying took magical energy, energy that the hunters and demons could track.
The lower our magical presence, the less likely we were to be found.
“I’m confused,” Naratha admitted as we ran, trying to keep her voice down so Daedra wouldn’t hear. “How did… this… come about?”
“You weren’t exactly jumping to be at my side up there,” I spat out. “So when I found someone on the same page, someone who—”
“A fucking demon!” she interrupted me.
Daedra glanced back, laughed, and said, “Princess, you have no idea.”
To Naratha’s relief, Daedra kept running, pausing as the grass gave way to rocky terrain, then leading us toward a tree line.
“There was a time when things like that would’ve mattered,” I said. “And that time was before I had a choice. Now that I do, I don’t see why I should decide on my friends, or lovers, based on their appearance or race.”
Naratha frowned. “Lover?”
“Wrap your pretty head around that.” I ran a little faster, not wanting to address the issue at hand. I’d just referred to the demon as my lover. But, Naratha had left everything behind to come after me. Why?
Actually, yeah… “Why?” I stopped, turning to her, vaguely aware of Daedra coming to a halt ahead and turning back in frustration, but waiting and giving us space. “Why’d you come after me?”
“It’s crazy up there,” she said. “As soon as you were gone, the generals started briefing us and… you wouldn’t believe it.”
“Try me.”
She took a deep breath, chest rising and then falling again. “The plains,” she gestured around, “these plains. They’re saying there’s something special about them, more so than before. Like the spirit realm is changing, breaking apart, forming new worlds. There’s talk of portals here, ways of accessing them. Everyone will be fighting for control over these portals, and, well… it’s war on a larger scale than we ever conceived of.”
I could tell she was scared, and honestly what she said sort of frightened me. But as I thought about it, I realized that no, I wasn’t scared. I was excited.
“These worlds… we could go to one of them. We could start a new life.”
She nodded, enthusiastically.
“But… you didn’t say—why me?”
“I missed you,” she blurted out, finally getting to the real answer.
“Could have said so a little earlier, no?”
She frowned, ran a hand through her golden hair, and then turned to look at the demon. “I get what you see in her. I do. It was like when I saw your cock last night—it was beautiful, but… scary. And I wanted it, but couldn’t quite accept that I wanted it.”
“My cock isn’t scary.”
She laughed. “To me? It is. You imagine putting something like that inside you, you’ll see what I mean. But the danger of it intrigued me, like…” She nodded at Daedra. “Maybe you see her as something you shouldn’t be doing, as kind of scary, but enticing, alluring.”
“I see her as someone who gets me. She and my cock have very little in common, aside from affection for each other… I think.”
“They do,” Daedra called over. She pointed at her ears, “By the way, demon hearing. It’s amazing.”
“Thanks for letting us know earlier,” I called back, then laughed. Taking Naratha’s hand in mine, I looked into her eyes, showing I was sincere. “I want you along. Hell, I want you—you know this. But because you showed up doesn’t mean we should…”
“Cast me aside?” Daedra started walking back.
“Exactly.”
The demon came to a stop, staring Naratha down. “Is that what you’d have him do? Be done with me, now that I’ve served my purpose?”
Naratha took a moment, staring at the demon, then slowly shook her head. “You’re scary, but… sexy. As I said, enticing. Not only to him.”
That hit me as a surprise, and Daedra arched an eyebrow.
“Excuse me?” she said.
Naratha shrugged. “An angel gets free will for the first time, finds herself with a well-hung god of an angel and a gorgeous demon lady. You think I’m not curious?”
I laughed, then realized both had turned toward me. “What?”
“Are we doing this?” Daedra asked.
Naratha stared, waiting. “Well?”
“If by ‘this,’ you mean…?” I had an idea, but didn’t want to be presumptuous.
“The three of us, on the run, experimenting with this newfound free will,” Naratha elaborated.
“And freedom,” Daedra added. “Just, in general. And by experimenting, I think she means fucking each other’s brains out.”
Naratha’s eyes went wide, but she offered a subtle nod.
All I could say in response was, “How far is the nearest cave?”
“Let’s move faster,” Daedra said, and she took us both in with her eyes, clearly ready for what was to come. Naratha was certainly running faster, and I felt a new motivation, to be sure.
The cave was exactly where Daedra had expected to find it, and as soon as we were in, she turned to Naratha, grinned like the crazy demon she was, and then leaned in to lick her cheek. I thought Naratha was going to punch her. Instead, she took the challenge. Her eyes shifted to ‘oh, you want to test me’ and she took the other woman, running a hand along one of her horns as her eyes met mine, and then brought her in for a kiss.
I don’t need to mention growing hard at that, because two hot, nearly nude women kissing and caressing each other is hot. When one’s a beautiful, golden angel and the other is a stunning, sexy demon? Yeah, it was like I could feel the orgasm taking hold already, although it didn’t happen yet, I was glad to say.
“You don’t have to—” I started, but Naratha turned Daedra around to face me, wings spread on each side of her as she pressed herself to the demon’s back, hands moving along her bare skin.
“You want this, don’t you?” she asked.
I nodded.
Her hands went to the curve of Daedra’s breasts, moving in a semi-circle to trace them, then continued as the armor vanished again so that her breasts were bare. Naratha took the demon’s dark nipples between her fingers. A golden light shone through her fingers and caused Daedra to slightly convulse, even moan. Now Daedra reached back over her shoulder to kiss the angel, and Naratha’s right hand moved down to find the demon’s pussy.
“Touch yourself,” Naratha said, turning from the kiss to watch me. With this and her wanting to see last night, I was starting to get an idea for her tastes. Daedra smiled, apparently liking this prospect as well.
“You do realize the angelic hunters are out there,” I reminded them. “That more could arrive at any minute.”
Naratha slid her fingers into Daedra. Again, the golden light made the demon convulse, squirm, and then she reached back, finding Naratha’s pussy as well.
This was all new for me, so as both women eyed me hungrily, I undid my loincloth and let it fall to the ground. Next, I took my hard cock in my hand, stroking it and loving the reactions in their expressions.
“Now bring it over here,” Daedra said, pulling away from Naratha but taking her hand, so that they were like a welcoming committee as I approached. She took my finger, sucking on it as she eyed my cock, but instead of making a move on me as I thought she would, she guided me to Naratha. “Strip her.”
A moment of uncertainty passed between Naratha and I, but then she nodded, and I stepped up, taking her silk-like robe and pulling it down to expose her slim frame and what were slightly less-than-a-handful breasts. On the smaller side and sexy in their way, although quite the opposite of the voluptuous Daedra.
She glanced down and went to cover herself. I pulled her arm aside and took one of her nipples in my mouth, massaging it with my tongue and lips. It was glorious, the taste of her like butterscotch and cream pies.
My hand moved between her legs as Daedra moved back, leaning against the wall to watch, loving it.
Suddenly, Naratha pulled my hand away and turned her eyes to the ground.
“What’s going on?” Daedra asked after a moment of stunned silence. I wanted to know the same thing, but had a feeling I knew where this was going.
“After this, what?” Naratha asked. “It’s… wrong.”
Daedra laughed a cold laugh, but I held up a hand to stop her.
“No, I get what she’s saying.” I took Naratha by the chin, turning her face to me. “Don’t you see? With all this power, and these screens, to get even more power. It’s limitless, it seems. Like… gods. We can be gods in our own right.”
“How can you say that?” Naratha asked, stepping back. Judging by the fact that she didn’t question the mention of screens, she was aware of them, too. “It’s… wrong.”
“Is it?” I stood, cock out and ready. “Worship me, kneel. See how right it is.”
She stared at me, confusion and worry etched on her face. “It’s… forbidden.” But her eyes lowered to my cock, grown to its full length and girth, and she tilted her head.
“It’s your choice,” I said. “It can only be your choice.”
A low purring sound came from Daedra, almost a humming.
Naratha stepped forward, knelt, and ever so gingerly, reached out. Her hand stopped an inch from my cock, her eyes staring at it as if that would make it happen faster. And then suddenly she was on it, plunging it into her mouth as much as she could, both hands stroking it, caressing my balls, then going to my ass and squeezing as she pulled me into her.
“That’s more like it,” Daedra said, and then she was up, coming back over to join us. Golden light flowed through Naratha’s hands and sent warm tingles through my cock, while Daedra knelt next to her, slipping a finger into the angel’s pussy and kissing her back, then her wings.
I reached out and cautiously touched one of those horns. It was cold, like steel. Daedra grinned up at me. We were really doing this.
“You’ll see… when this is over,” I said, caressing Naratha’s cheek, moving her hair behind her ears. I turned to Daedra, who’d lowered her face to Naratha’s pussy. Her red, hot tongue darted out and licked, then the demon buried her face in the angel’s mound. “When this is over, when we’ve taken a world for ourselves… All of us will be gods.”
