Chapter 29 – Sariel
“S o, it is you,” Aim says, glaring at Nephithar. “You fucking asshole.”
The red-eyed demon stands up and lifts his palms as if to say ‘here I am’. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I’m married now.”
Aim scoffs. “This isn’t about that. I’ve seen golems more interested in fucking than you were. But you played dead for over five thousand years without telling me. I thought we were friends.”
Jess sidles up to me. “Is everyone in Hell pansexual?” she murmurs.
“Pretty much,” I reply, just as quietly. I’m into the drama – I wish I had popcorn for this.
Lana ruins the moment, though. “Excuse you,” she says, pushing her way past Jess and me toward Mike.
“Lan!”
The two meet halfway and embrace, the top of the boy’s head barely reaching Lana’s nose.
“No wonder you never introduced me to your parents,” she grumbles into his hair. “They look younger than I do.”
“I’m sorry, I wanted to tell you, but they wouldn’t let me,” Mike whines.
She holds him out at arms-length. “It’s okay. I guess you couldn’t have sent an owl with a letter inviting me to supernatural school.”
As Mike smiles his face goes from cute to handsome, the masculine version of his angelic mother, with his father’s lethal grin. He actually reminds me of Armaros a bit… maybe a bit too much.
Lana takes in the room, from our trio to Mike’s parents and finally Bau, her tail thumping against the ground, completely unperturbed by the number of people suddenly here.
“Um, Mike?” Her voice is tentative as she gazes at the softly smiling Syrin and the neutral Nephithar.
“Yeah?”
“How the frick are your eyes brown?”
Huh. That is a good question and I should have thought about it myself.
“Ah.” The boy flushes and runs a hand through his blonde hair. “They’re actually not. My eyes are really red like my dad’s – these are contacts.”
Lana gapes at her old best friend. “You’ve managed to hide that from me for forever!” she accuses. “How could I have missed it?”
“Well,” he drawls. “Your nose was hidden in some smutty book or another most of the time. You barely noticed anything .”
The ladies giggle at Mike’s words. Must be a girl thing.
“What about you?” I ask Nephithar. “Contacts aren’t your thing?”
The demon’s grin is so sharp, it could cut glass. “If my eyes bother the humans, they can look away.”
His son snorts. “We just tell people he has a rare condition. But we have to move every few years anyway or people start noticing how they don’t age.”
Lana must remember her manners because she finally stops staring at the two and extends her arm to introduce herself. “I’m Lana,” she says, shaking first the demon’s and then the angel’s hand. “It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
Syriniana takes Lana’s hand in both of hers, beaming at her welcomingly. “We’ve heard so much about you, Lana,” she says, making our girl blush.
“Hopefully not the embarrassing parts,” she murmurs bashfully.
“Oh, no, I want to hear those the most,” Kevin pipes in from the doorway.
“Me too,” Naamah agrees, her grin almost as scary as Nephithar’s was.
“Three angels, three demons, and four halflings walk into a bar,” I say.
“Don’t forget about the puppy,” Jess reminds me and Bau emphasizes her point with a bark.
Sighing with resignation, I plop back down onto the couch. “How could I forget about the puppy wuppy,” I mutter.
“So, what did we miss, cousin?” Naamah asks from where she’s leaning against the wall, one suspicious eye on the puppy. I mean dog. The dog.
“Well, let’s see.” I lean back so I can see everyone’s reactions better. “We nearly died half a dozen times in the Malebolge, but we found and closed the rift,” I begin. “One of Uncle Asmo’s lieutenants, Andras, and his Cambion brigade are planning on wiping out every Celestial halfling for a pure Celestial race,” I continue. I tap my lips, thinking. “What else? Oh! Yes. I’m fucking both Ithuriel and Jessica, and they’ll be moving in with me once we’re done here.”
Kevin and Lana’s mouths drop open, Naamah blinks dazedly, Aim rubs his forehead in exasperation, Itha and Jess look like they want the ground to swallow them up (again), and Mike and his parents look like they’re experiencing varying doses of secondhand embarrassment.
I give them all my best shark’s grin. “What? What did I say?”
∞∞∞
“I suggest we wait for instructions from the Council,” Aim says. We’re sitting at the ancient couple’s massive oak dining room table, the mortals enjoying a late dinner, the immortals enjoying top-tier French wine. Well, except for Itha and, for some reason, Naamah.
“Are you alright, Cuz?” I ask her, poking her with my elbow.
“Just feeling funky.” She shrugs, obviously unconcerned, so I let it go.
I return my focus to Lana. “Yeah,” she sighs, answering Aim. “We wouldn’t want a repeat of your last bad-guy extermination, would we?”
I grin savagely. The bastards who killed Armaros and an innocent human child deserved every ounce of pain they got at Aim and Belias’ hands. Ash’s lieutenants wiped out every fucker involved and a good part of their relatives.
“Why aren’t they afraid of this Council,” Mike asks, a huge yawn betraying his exhaustion.
“Maybe their punishments are too mild,” Itha suggests. His vengeful side really makes my dick hard.
“Think big daddy S will get involved again?” Lana asks with a smirk. Kudos to her for calling him that even after she met him. Or maybe it’s because she met him and came away unscathed.
“You cannot rely on Father to do the expected thing,” Nephithar adds to the conversation.
“Oh, wow, I keep forgetting he’s your dad,” Jessica whispers in awe. I extend an arm to poke her shoulder. She’s not allowed to get that look on her face for anyone except Itha and me. Blushing, she swats me away, then leans her head on Itha’s shoulder.
“In a manner of speaking,” the red-eyed demon replies with a wry twist to his brutally set lips.
“Well, I guess we’re not going to achieve anything today,” Lana concludes, wiping her bleary eyes. She turns them on me. “Where are you guys staying? Is there room for four more?”
“Three,” Aim corrects. “It’ll be most efficient if I return to the Great Duke and await instructions.
Lana nods at the spymaster. “Three then.” She looks at the rest of us. “We better go.”
“Nonsense,” Syrin interrupts. “We have room for a small army in this house,” she says, Nephithar’s groan serving as backing vocals. His despondence would make me want to stay even if I felt like traveling to our Airbnb.
“How generous,” I purr, holding the old demon’s gaze as Mike cackles.
“As much as I love seeing someone challenge my old man, I’m dead on my feet,” the Nephalem says. “Is my room okay for me to use, Mom?”
Syrin’s beautiful eyes, gray with a hint of purple, soften in the way a mother’s eyes do when they look at their child – no matter if the child is a baby or a parent themselves.
“Of course, darling,” she says. “Wherever we are, there’s always a room for you.”
Mike kisses his mother’s cheek and leaves with a sleepy shuffle, Bau getting up to follow.
“I’ll be back tomorrow,” Aim says before disappearing into the ether, not waiting for anyone’s good night.
“I’ll show you to the guest rooms,” the long-presumed-dead archivist tells us.
We file after her, our group getting smaller as Kevin and Naamah take the first room, Lana takes the second, and Syrin shows us to a third.
“This one has an extra-large bed,” she says when she opens the door, her porcelain skin turning pink with a faint blush. Over five millennia since she’s last been to Heaven and she’s still so pure.
Jessica beams at her. “Thanks so much, Syrin.”
Itha merely nods respectfully before following our Nephilim.
“Surprised your husband left you alone with us,” I tell the angel.
Her lips curl up into a confident smile that belies her earlier shyness. “He knows my aim is immaculate.” With one last grin, the angel turns to join her demon.
I close the door behind me before joining my lovers in what is to be our bedroom for the time being. I lift one hand to Itha’s cheek, wrapping the other around Jessica’s waist.
“I haven’t made either of you come in days,” I whisper. “I’d say I should be punished, but I prefer being the one doing the spanking.”
The scandalized look on Itha’s face could sustain me for a century. But I really do need to get inside someone right now, so I slide my hand behind Itha’s head and bring his lips to mine for a devouring kiss. Jess is already rubbing her pussy against my thigh, the heat of it warming me through the clothing, when I switch to capture her mouth as well. She moans into mine, wrapping both arms around my waist to pull me closer.
Chuckling, I disengage. “Greedy girl,” I tell her.
She pouts, whining, “I want you, Sariel.”
“And you’ll have me, poppet.” I push her toward the bed, taking our angel along. “You’ll have both of us.”
As Jess’ big blue eyes become even rounder, Ithuriel flushes, pink crawling up the lickable column of his neck. “Perhaps we should not be doing this in someone else’s house?” he says with a voice so uncertain it comes out like a question.
“I don’t give a fuck if they all pull up a chair to watch,” I growl. “I’m fucking you both tonight, all fucking night long.”
I don’t know if it’s my many f-bombs or my intentions, but Itha looks like he just swallowed his tongue. I have other plans for his mouth.
“On your knees,” I tell him, then turn to our girl. “You too,” I command. May as well teach them both at the same time.
The angel sputters in protest, but Jessica gently shushes him, pulling him to the ground with her until they’re both looking up at me, ready and willing receptacles for my cum. I feel my lips curling into a Cheshire Cat grin.
“Take my cock out,” I order, not caring who does the deed. As Itha remains frozen, Jessica’s the one to unbutton and then unzip my jeans, pulling them and my boxers down enough that my already hard dick springs out, eager for them.
I take it in my hand just as Jess licks her lips in invitation. Who am I to deny my girl her treat? Angling my pelvis toward her, I grab the back of her head and pull her to me.
“Open up.” I tap the side of my dick against her cheek. “That’s a good girl,” I croon when she obeys without hesitation.
I place the leaking tip at the center of her soft tongue and look at our angel, who’s clearly torn between his principles and the need to please.
“Show Itha how to be a good cocksucker, sweetheart.”
Her breathing picks up as she wraps her lips around my stiff rod, her cheeks hollowing with her first strong pull. I let my head tip back on a moan before I gather my senses. This is a teachable moment, after all.
I caress Itha’s cheek with one hand, the other fisted in our girl’s hair. His eyes are glued to Jessica’s actions.
“Her mouth is so hot,” I murmur to him and he glances at me before looking back at what’s happening with my dick, as if drawn by a magnet. Snorting softly, I carefully lift my foot and press it against his crotch.
“Mph,” he grunts as my booted foot finds him hard and wanting.
When he looks at me again, his eyes are soft and pleading.
“Open up,” I whisper. He swallows convulsively before his lips part ever so slowly, making room for me. I tap the back of Jessica’s head and she slides off my dick with a pop. Grinning, I aim my shaft in the direction of my male lover. But I’m not about to do the hard work for him, no. He needs to make the choice.
“Take me into your mouth,” I command, stroking myself just inches from his face.
It only takes a few blinks of those pearlescent gray orbs before he tentatively extends his tongue to taste the bead of precum and traces of Jess’ saliva. Closing his eyes on a soft whimper, he finally takes me into his mouth.
“Fuck yes, that’s my good boy. Feels so fucking good,” I praise him. His hips start moving, rubbing his crotch against my boot. I hold on to both of their shoulders as he goes wild, slurping on my dick like it’s a candy cane and humping my foot.
I laugh when Jess leans in to suck on my balls, fighting with Itha for space. When his movements become jerky, I know I need to stop this before he comes in his sweatpants, ruining the only clothes he has here. It’s time to take the edge off. Taking my foot off Itha’s crotch, I pull back and wait for them to give me their eyes.
“Open your mouths, tongues out,” I instruct, holding myself at the root.
The Nephilim obeys instantly, her pink tongue extended eagerly. Itha takes a moment longer and by the time I see the inside of his mouth, his face is flushed with heat.
Growling, I roughly jerk my slickened cock, shiny with their combined spit. Pulling on it violently, twisting at the top, I feel my orgasm approaching with a tingle at the base of my spine and a tightening of my sack. As a shot of heat travels from the base of my cock to the tip, I aim at their beautiful, waiting faces.
“Ah, ah!” I sigh as the first spurt lands on Itha’s cheek, the other on Jess’s nose, dripping down into her mouth. Well, that was shit aiming , I think to myself with a feral grin, allowing the following, weaker spurts to find their target on their extended tongues.
I use my pointer finger to wipe my cum off Itha’s cheek, then bring it to his mouth. When he eagerly licks it clean, I slap the side of his face patronizingly, making him flush with shame.
“I’m not done with you two yet,” I say. “Take off your clothes and get on the bed.”