Chapter 32 – Ithuriel
M y softening manhood is still gently pulsing inside of Jessica, held in place by Sariel’s hard sex. I’m covered in our combined fluids; the results of my and Jessica’s orgasms, her drool and sweat, as well as my own. I had no idea intercourse was so… messy.
As Sariel slides out of her, so do I. “Roll over,” he says. When both Jess and I just lie there, spent, he sighs and picks up our girl, dropping her on her back next to me. With the next move, he pulls me up and over, manipulating me until I’m on top of her. I shudder at his domineering behavior.
“Fuck her,” he commands in a low voice and I can see goosebumps lifting on the skin of Jessica’s neck in response.
“I am not… entirely at attention,” I murmur, embarrassed to be disappointing them.
Sariel merely snickers. “Not for long.”
He leans over to grab the little flask of oil, uncorking it with a pop. The liquid hitting the overheated flesh of my buttocks makes every hair on my body lift. My spent manhood stirs before he even touches me. A millennium and a half of chastity, and I become ravenous in the span of mere weeks.
When Sariel’s fingers press against my hole, I welcome them. I will welcome any part of him he wishes to give me. He penetrates me with a digit, then adds more when my muscles loosen around them. It’s not long until I’m pushing back into his hand, my penis bobbing against Jessica’s mound.
The girl is chewing on her bottom lip, observing the play of emotions on my face, the sounds coming out of my mouth. When our eyes meet, she smiles and lifts her legs, holding them up as Sariel did just days ago. I accept her invitation and lead my manhood back inside her core.
As Sariel hits an electric spot inside me, stars burst into existence behind my now tightly-closed eyelids, and the double stimulation at my back and front threaten to drive me insane.
Without my volition, words come out of my mouth, aimed at the male thrusting his fingers into my body: “Make love to me, Sariel.”
The male growls and spreads me open with one hand, replacing his fingers with his manhood. As he pushes past that first tight ring, inhuman sounds echo in the room, grunts and groans intertwining as our bodies do.
Sariel braces himself to thrust harder, moving my body into Jessica’s with each shove forward. Her head thrashes from side to side as Sariel’s weight pushes my pelvis against hers, providing the friction she needs to find her release.
I am lost in the haze of pleasure and time ceases to hold meaning. All that I am aware of is that my body is now a part of these two beings, just as their hearts are a part of mine.
Jessica climaxes first, calling out both our names as she finds her release, much gentler than last time, her tunnel clenching around my manhood nevertheless. It’s the milking of her sex, combined with Sariel changing his angle and pressing against the right spot with each thrust, that brings me over next. My mouth opens and no sound comes out, but I can feel myself clench around Sariel’s hardness, squeezing it.
“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Itha!” he yells, thrusting one more time, so hard it hurts, then stilling inside me as he releases impossibly deep.
Sariel’s breaths warm my back as our heartbeats synchronize and I look down to see Jess has already fallen asleep. After a moment, Sar rolls off, landing on one side of our girl, the mattress bouncing not disturbing her at all.
More carefully, I extract myself and lie down on her other side, watching her breathe peacefully. I feel Sariel’s dark eyes on me and look at him. Smiling, he extends his hand and I meet him halfway, our fingers intertwining atop our sleeping human love.
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“I was gonna make you fall and then leave you.”
Sariel’s confession in the dark chills me down to my bones. We were lying in silence, enjoying the peaceful aftermath of our lovemaking.
“Make you suffer how I suffered those centuries, thinking you’d just forgotten about me when I fell to spare you,” he continues.
“Why are you telling me this?” I murmur, my voice betraying the hurt I feel, his words cutting deeper than I could have imagined. I feel so vulnerable after giving him my body.
Sariel squeezes my hand and it’s then I realize he’s still holding it. I want to pull it back, but he won’t allow it.
“Because I need you to know that this is real ,” he stresses. “What I feel for you is so real, Ithuriel.” I refuse to look at him, so he tugs on my hand until I give him my eyes. “It’s so strong I gave up Heaven,” he says once our eyes meet. “It’s so strong it endured even after years of being tortured by the demons as I landed in Hell.”
I close my eyes, feeling a tear escape the confines of my eyelids. “I saw that, in the bolgia. It’s what the flames showed me.” I release a choppy exhale. “They tortured you and you called for me.” My voice breaks on the last word.
I hear rustling, then feel Sariel’s other hand on my cheek, wiping away my tears.
“I saw how you grew to resent me,” I finish in a barely audible whisper.
“But I never stopped loving you,” he says with feeling, making me open my eyes again.
I shake my head. “If love erased hate, there would be no wars.” My voice sounds as despondent as I feel.
“But me growing the fuck up and pulling my head out of my ass does.” I wince at his colorful vocabulary.
“What do you mean?” I ask, a hint of hope lightening the burden in my heart.
“Blaming you for me falling in love with you was asinine,” he explains. “My Fall? It was my choice.” He clenches his jaw, the muscles of his cheek jumping with the tension. “Everything that followed was my choice. You were and still are the Ithuriel I fell in love with in Heaven.”
My tears are flowing freely, too fast for the Fallen to wipe them away. Though, should I still be calling him that now? What am I if not Fallen myself – I have fallen for the two beings in this bed, the three of us covered in each other’s fluids.
“What about Jessica?” I ask, thinking of our mortal heart. “Was she merely a part of your plan to ruin me?”
The corner of Sariel’s mouth twists up into that wry grin I love, though with an edge of pain. “Well, obviously I failed at not getting attached to her too. She’s not going anywhere,” he adds with force, looking down at the Nephilim.
“Good,” the sleepy girl murmurs, making us both chuckle.
“Do you always merely pretend to be asleep?” I ask her, shaking my head in exasperation.
She smirks, not bothering to open her eyes as she replies: “How else would I see or hear all the good stuff?”
I flush thinking of how she caught me making love to Sariel in Paris, her hand already between her thighs before we noticed she was awake.
“I’ll tell Aim he’s gonna be out of a job as a spymaster soon,” Sariel jokes before laying his head on her stomach and wrapping himself around her.
Sighing, I kiss her cheek and place my head on the pillow next to hers. “Get some rest, dear heart,” I tell her, then close my own eyes to meditate on Sariel’s words.
Will facing the consequences of my actions and emotions be easier knowing I have both in my corner, irrevocably? We will have to see once I am faced with Saraqael and my peers.