Chapter 23
Seraphiel
“It’s a kiss that ends the nightmare,” she said, before my body yielded to her energy.
I tasted my sulfur and charcoal on her lips, mingled with the hints of roses and spice that were her own addictive perfume.
A single thread of soulfire, connected to a small pool of power inside her, tunneled into my soul and took hold.
Like a fishing hook and line, or a tightrope, binding us together.
I wasn’t at all certain what she had done. But I could undo it when the time came. I could untie that line and let her go, free and whole.
She pulled back, those innocent but wise eyes holding some secret that I was not privy to. Huh. I found myself frowning. “Are you hiding something from me, little one?”
“Would I do that?” she teased, not answering. She patted the sheet next to her. “Well, get up here on the bed. I’d better figure out which part of you I need to kiss before I explode from the four hundred years of edging you gave me.”
Gingerly, wincing at the terrible streaks of gray tar I was leaving on the white sheets, I settled on one side, folding my wings as tightly behind me as I could manage.
I grabbed my long tail—which was twitching toward her like it had designs of its own—and tucked it under my lower leg, wrapping the end firmly around my ankle.
“So, about your tail…” Feather murmured. “Is it fully functional?” She chewed at her lower lip, eyes alight with mischief. “Is it sensitive like your horns?”
“Yes,” I ground out. “As far as I can tell, the horns and tail were formed from imbalances of lust…” I groaned as she tugged at my tail, unwinding it and lifting it to her mouth.
“Better see if this is the spot to kiss.”
“Don’t. It’ll taste terrible. It’s not clean.
” Before I could get the last word out, she’d wrapped her pink lips around the thickened tip of my tail and sucked.
Somehow, the little thread she’d hooked inside me resonated, like a harp string being plucked.
It reverberated in my soul, sending waves of our combined power through my body.
There was a great cracking noise as small pieces of the armor began to slough away, falling to the sheet and the floor.
“Oh, that’s a very good spot,” she mumbled, her lips still grazing the sensitive flesh of my tail.
“I wonder if it likes it a little rough.” She sucked it again, moving her mouth up and down a few times before she let her teeth scrape lightly over the tip.
When I yelped, she stopped, blowing a cool breath on the dampened end and batting her eyelashes at me.
“Should I keep going, baby? You like that? Should I see how hard I can bite before you beg me to stop?”
I couldn’t answer; I could only moan. This time, as she sucked and nibbled, I felt her soulfire moving on the outside of my form as well, dancing around mine.
Her energy was graceful and teasing, plucking at the slabs of filth that still coated me, setting up that gentle music inside as she played.
Everywhere her soulfire touched, the armor began to change. Transform, even.
I reached down and felt what was falling away. “Sand?” I held my hand up to my face, unsure of what she had done. But it wasn’t sand. It was tiny, sparkling scraps of deep purple and charcoal gray.
Of course it was. This was Feather, after all.
“What the fu—” Her fingers landed over my mouth, silencing me.
“Shhhh. I know I’m making this look easy, hot stuff, but no cursing. Don’t add to this mess.”
I lay back, writhing beneath her touch, covered up less and less by armor, and more and more by a shifting heap of glitter.
After a moment, I made an undignified squawking sound as she climbed up my body—she was so much smaller than me, it made me feel like a mountain—and grabbed hold of my horns firmly.
“I’ve been wanting to do this ever since I saw these beauties,” she crooned, licking up one side of my right horn.
“Ah!” I almost climaxed right then, inside the armor, and I scrambled to push her away.
“What now?” She squirmed closer until she was once more plastered to me, licking and biting at the thick horn.
“It’s… sensitive,” I hissed. “Slow down or this will all end much too soon.”
She made a grumpy noise, before sucking the end deep into her mouth, simultaneously working the bottom of it with her slick hands.
“You’re a big boy,” she moaned. “Distract yourself. Think about quantum physics, or the stock market, or land wars in Asia.” She slid her mouth down the outside and sucked on the base, hard.
With a low groan, I begged her again to slow down.
“I heard you were some sort of sexpert,” Feather teased as she ground her pussy down against my waist. “All those millennia of experience, and you can’t handle a few minutes of foreplay? We’ll have to work on your stamina, Rumple.”
All I could do was make a broken moan, and fight not to come. I thought I heard Gavriel snigger, and I sent him an image of me punching his face. We’ll see how you do when it’s her mouth on your wings or your cock, I thought. He went suddenly quiet. I thought so.
“You really want me to stop?” Feather murmured, drawing back at last.
“Yes,” I admitted, pulling free of her wicked, busy hands.
Her hurt expression tore at me. “Don’t fret, little one, I’m only standing to do this.
” I reached inside my body and plucked at the golden thread she’d put there, singing, reinforcing the note that thread was playing.
There was an almost instant effect. The armor I’d cobbled together in the void fell away like water, making a colorful pile of glitter on the floor that reached almost to my knees.
She smiled, shook the sparkling flecks off the sheets, then crooked a finger.
“I’d better examine this horn, too,” she teased, reaching for my cock.
The damn thing bobbed like a puppy asking for a pat.
She complied, murmuring soft words of praise.
“Look at you, big boy. So thick, hmmmm… and nice solid ridges, too. I hope that box of Gavriel’s has some lube, because I’m not sure this is gonna work other— Ahh!
” She shrieked as I flipped her onto her back, and balanced myself over her, wings extended.
Her eyes went wide as she absorbed my monstrous appearance. “You truly want this?” I demanded one last time, giving her a moment to take in all of it. I allowed the screaming faces to rise to the surface of my skin. Though they weren’t screaming now. They were watchful. Waiting.
“I’m… I’m…” Feather stammered, her eyes skating over every ridge of my abdomen, snagging on my engorged cock.
She licked her lips. “I’m living one of my kinkiest fantasies, Rumple.
All those monster fudging books? The vampire fanfiction sites?
If only Daemoncuck478 could see me now. She’d said I’d never get to bump uglies with anyone with fangs and a forked tongue. ”
I winced, closing my mouth tightly.
“Don’t you know me by now, Rumple?” She traced a hand over the edge of one of those wings. “Of course I want you. Now, am I going to have to do all the work? Or are you going to show me what that long tongue can do?”
“Imp,” I growled, ignoring the nearly inaudible sounds of awe and appreciation the souls in my skin were making as I carefully lifted my hands to hold her wrists above her head.
Her silver hair was a nimbus around her face, and I had to look away.
It was too much beauty, and I’d already embarrassed myself once.
I didn’t want to add crying at her glory to that.
But the pert, cherry pink nipples below weren’t much better. I let my tongue unfurl, and traced a looping pathway down her neck and around the slight swell of her breast. When I finally reached her nipple, she was panting and arching her back.
“Patience, little one,” I chided. “I’ve waited so long for this. And I’ve already shamed myself once. I won’t let you rush me.”
She fell back, grumbling, and I took her pebbled nipple into my mouth, being extremely careful not to let my fangs nick her delicate skin.
I didn’t dare touch her with my claws either, but my tongue was only slightly raspy in texture.
She seemed to like it. When I’d tormented her left nipple long enough, I moved to her right.
There was a mating feather there, and as my lips moved across it, I could have sworn I felt a quiver of surprise, but not from my little one.
“Righteous’s feather?” I growled. “You know it makes this breast even more sensitive.” I proved it by worshiping that area, sending pictures of my forked tongue between her soft thighs until she squirmed.
“You have such good ideas,” I whispered.
I let go of her wrists, then bound them again, but this time in front of her chest, with my tail.
My hands now free to torment her, I worked my way lower, touching every inch of her soft skin, until I gently pried apart her thighs and buried my nose in between them.
I stopped for a long, heady moment to breathe in her scent, then drew my tongue in a thick line from back to front, touching every part of her that I would soon claim.
To my surprise, her back bent like a bow and she shuddered with her release, crying out my name as she came.
I toyed with her clit, liking the small whimpers of complaint she made. “Let me guess,” I teased. “That’s never happened to you before.”
Her green eyes snapped open. “No, Mikhail probably would have made me come three times by now—oooh! Yes, like that…” she moaned as I bent to my task.
I lapped and licked, thrusting my tongue deep into her, relishing every sound she made, every response. She tasted of roses, spiced cream, and pure, clear power. Once she’d peaked twice more, I drew myself up on my hands, our bodies as aligned as they could be, with her so small.
“You like it, that I’m shorter than you,” she whispered. “It makes you want to grab me and see if we’ll fit.”
“Oh, we’ll fit, little one,” I growled, notching my cock to her hot, wet entrance. I thrust an inch, no more, tantalizing her.
“More, please,” she begged, writhing and arching to try and press closer. “Let me feel you inside me.”
“As you wish.” The music in my soul sent up a paean of joy as I slowly slid inside her.
“Stop,” she hissed.
I immediately stilled and freed her wrists. “Did I hurt you?”
“No,” she groaned. “Just wanted to do… this.” And without any warning, she pressed her hands to my face, opening her soul to me.
Not a little. Not a crack in the door that I could slip through. She tore down an entire wall of her mental shielding—no, all the walls—and stood before me, rainbows of light cascading from her spiritual core in a never-ending waterfall of glory.
Once, I had thought my own soul was beautiful.
I’d had to shield my light in Sanctuary so that the others weren’t blinded.
Had to shutter my presence around the younger ones, and mute the music that my inner self sang out at all times.
Sanctuary’s denizens needed to sleep. The Protectors and Guides were, after all, not yet High Angeli. Easily breakable.
But my beloved, though she was small, was spiritually my equal. As if she truly had been made for me.
Light flooded the room, pouring out of her. Music as well, and I realized Gavriel had shot to his feet, staring, stunned at us both. Feather’s wings were outstretched on the bed, the feathers glowing so brightly I had to narrow my gaze. “Love me,” she begged.
“You never have to ask,” I replied. “I’ve loved you since the beginning. And I will never stop.” Then I closed my eyes as she had, and opened my own soul to her while I began to move.
The golden thread she’d placed inside me played again and again, and smut fell away from me in great bursts. I could hear the rejoicing of the fragmented souls that I’d tried to save, as the music surrounded them.
Was she… Could we possibly be….
Watch them, Gavriel whispered in my mind. My eyes flew open, and I realized that some of the souls I’d gathered to me, the ones I’d brought into my being, trying to save them… the ones I’d promised to send home, who’d wanted to go. The ones I’d failed.
They were leaving me.
Like fireflies, sparks of pure spirit, they floated up and away from the bed and then vanished into the ceiling. On their way to the fields of the Celestial Realm, and beyond.
Her soul was so bright—filled with sacrifice and perfect joy—that just being this close to her had been enough to show them the way to grace.
She’s a miracle, Gavriel thought, before I shut him out with a growled, “My miracle right now.” Then I began thrusting harder, wringing sweet cries and breathless pants from Feather’s lips as I drove into her.
I sent spirals of power to circle her nipples, and threads that trailed down the edges of her wings, lifting her to new levels of pleasure.
I tied tiny knots in intricate designs with those filaments of energy along each feather on her wings, creating a pattern of stored soulfire that would unravel when I tugged, and draw her into an increasingly powerful vortex of release.
“I’m going to make my sweet miracle come a dozen times before I come once. ”
She writhed beneath me, laughter in her sparkling green eyes as they fluttered open. Her love for me shone out from her gaze. Love, and more. Admiration, trust, joy, mischief. “Record… is… seventeen,” she teased breathlessly.
“It’s good to have goals.” I grabbed the end of the thread of power that ran the length of her wings, ending at her clit and nipples. I tugged at it, laughing as her eyes flew wide.
“Uh-oh…” she groaned, with an impish smile. I pulled hard, throwing my body and soul into the task of taking my sweet sacrifice apart with pleasure. And rebuilding her.
Again and again and again.