4. The Seven - Fallen Angel & Fae
Aleiraah
Alistair and I return from the garden to find Azael lounging in the den by the wide lake-facing window—overlooking the stubborn patch where we’re trying to cross moonberry bushes with whisperfruit vines. The plants remain maddeningly finicky.
Alistair Sinshade, my fae husband and resident flora savant, has been perfecting the strain for ages without success. I’ve been his eager assistant since we married, mostly because I love his experiments—and if this one works, the eight of us get whisper-berry sorbet. Summer in Mytherra is no joke!
“Azael!” Rushing over, I peck him on the chin while lacing my dirt covered hands behind my back. Even on my tippy toes I can’t quite reach his sinful lips, so he leans down, kissing me properly.
Azael Duskwing is a fallen angel I had fallen for during my quest to find happiness. And now he’s one of my chosen mates.
I had chanced upon him by a brook in a forest––he had been kneeling by the babbling water. Fluffy white clouds had been reflected in the crystal clear stream, but everything had faded away before his beauty. I was captivated by his huge snow-white feathery wings.
His golden skin shimmering in the dappled sunlight had dazzled me.
He muted his angelic glow after I touched his arm and asked if he was wearing glitter.
The poor fellow was struck speechless, and I was mortified.
But after that awkward, funny encounter, we took to each other like dry tinder to a flame.
Now here we are, his sapphire blue eyes blazing with heat as he grabs my braid and deepens the kiss, making desire flare in my belly. I try to catch my balance but lose it anyway, slapping my hands on his chest to keep myself upright. Azael takes his own sweet time, kissing the breath out of me.
“Geez! Let me at least wash my hands first!” I grumble as he lets me come up for air. But covertly lick my lips for a taste of him. His bow-shaped mouth curves up slightly. Azael’s smiles are like treasures I like to hoard, and his laughs are even rarer.
Alistair chuckles from behind and waves his hand, activating a cleansing spell. I feel the dirt disappear from my hands and Azael’s white shirt.
“Are you hot and bothered, Azizam?” Azael asks in his deep rumbly voice, spreading his thighs as he takes a seat on the sofa. Wings presently hidden.
“Who me? I’m cool as a soda-pop!” I fan my face, rolling my eyes. Azael’s lips twitch in amusement, as his gaze drops to my chest. My nipples harden to painful points, threatening to rip through my top.
I swear, my tits have zero chill. Need to get the pasties from Hag’s Delight––apothecary extraordinaire! Star-shaped glowing ones.Then I’ll shimmy my boobs in his face! Hah!
“She certainly had me feeling hot and bothered.” Alistair’s lopsided grin makes the dimple pop in his left cheek, as he sits next to Azael. His moss-green eyes dance with mirth as he runs his fingers through his tousled light brown locks.
“How was I bothering you?” I snark, crossing my arms across my chest.
Instead of answering, he turns to Azael—who’s watching me with dry amusement. “Did you notice?”
“Hmm.” The male of many words––Azael––hums, trying to curb a full-blown smile.
“Hello! Curious succubus standing right here! Notice what?”
“I liked how you handled it.” Azael drawls, his gaze moving lazily all over me.
“Whatever.” I flip my braid and pretend to leave, thinking they’d spill the tea. “I’m going to take a bath.” Raising my arms all the way up, I stretch my back muscles. I had been hunched over the grafted plants for hours.
Alistair groans, rubbing his palm over his mouth. Azael leans forward, sapphire blue eyes darkening.
“What?” Bewildered, I twist my torso slightly toward them. Following their gaze, I notice I’m flashing them the bottom of my boobs. With my arms up, the cropped top just about covers my nipples.
“Come here, Azizam.” Azael beckons with a crook of his finger.
“Me?” I smile coquettishly, fluttering my lashes.
“You’ve been teasing me all morning, Delight. It's payback time.” Alistair admonishes with a seductive smile.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” I sniff, tilting my nose up in the air. “I've been working very hard at growing those difficult berry bushes of yours!”
“I’d like to see my favorite bush now, so come closer.” Alistair orders.
“That was beyond corny!” I laugh out loud, wrinkling my nose a little, as I shuffle closer within their arms’ reach.
I have been teasing Alistair since the last couple of hours.
He had been so focused on the plants that I wanted to pester him a bit.
I’d bend over a little, flashing him my perky boobs.
Then intentionally press them against his arm or elbow, while trying to get a closer look at vines.
He resorted to pinching my nipple, or giving a quick squeeze to my breasts every time I broke his focus.
The prominent tent in his breeches tells me I was very much successful.
Heh! Heh!
Azael grabs the front of my flowy shorts and drags me onto his hard lap in one smooth motion. “You’ve been teasing Alistair. There are consequences, Azizam.”
“He was way too focused on the moonberries and whisperfuits. I demand attention! Bow to my needs!” I sniff delicately, planting my hands on my hips.
“Ah-ah! Link them back behind your head,” Azael orders with a smirk as Alistair grins, mocking a bow. I narrow my gaze at them while doing as asked. With my arms laced behind my head, my boobs end up being in Azael's face.
Alistair reaches out and slowly traces a soft swell with his thumb.
I arch, my eyes drooping at the feathery sensation. But they fly open when Alistair grabs it hard and starts kneading the soft mound, with a smug smile. “So soft and perky.”
“It’s not a stress-ball, Alistair!” I huff but Azael pinches my nipples, hard.
Yelping, I try to scramble off his lap but he grabs my ass and Alistair plunges his hand into my shorts with ease. He rubs my already wet clit with his knuckles, squeezing my tit at the same time.
“Mmmm, dripping already, Delight.” Alistair purrs.
Azael continues to roll and pluck at my nipples, making them ache.
“All because of some gardening.” Alistair clucks his tongue, and I shoot him a glare.
“Think we can make her come just from teasing her nipples?” Azael tilts his head to one side, addressing Alistair.
“I’m right here, you know. Your wife, whose nipples might fall off from all the tugging and plucking.” I complain, even while arching into their touch.
Alistair shakes his head, laughing, as he increases the pressure on my clit.
Azael slowly rubs a bud with his thumb, smiling crookedly. “But they’re meant for pinching, Azizam. Like red berries. Delicious. Juicy.”
Momentarily dazzled by that smile, I’m slow to retort. Taking advantage, they lower their heads and draw my nipples in their mouths.
My chest quivers as they alternate between strong pulls and slow suckles. Azael bites sharply, and my breath hitches, while Alistair nibbles at the tight bead between his lips.
Pushing my breasts more into their warm mouths, I whimper, rubbing my clit harder against Alistair’s knuckles, chasing the high.
Azael slides his hand into my shorts from the back, caressing my wet slit.
As if on a silent agreement, both plunge a finger into my pussy at the same time, rubbing against my inner walls.
The sudden invasion of their hard fingers into my soft entrance makes me choke on air.
“Aah!” I clutch at their hair, holding their heads to my chest. They stretch my pussy languidly, making me squirm.
“More!” I demand, licking my lips.
Azael takes more of my breast into his mouth, greedily sucking the mound. Alistair sharply bites my nipple, tugging it with his teeth, while both add another finger into my core.
I’m awash with sensation, their lust emanating in wispy threads and pooling into my mouth. My succubi senses greedily suck in that rich masculine energy.
Azael slides his fingers out and brings my slick to the tight rosette between my butt cheeks. He slowly rubs the tightly puckered ring with my slick, softening it. “You’ll take us both, won’t you, Azizam?” He mumbles between soft kisses against my breast.
Alistair presses my clit with his thumb, rubbing it in tight, wet circles. I nod wordlessly as he rubs his nose along the crease at the underside of my breast. Azael inches a finger in my tight rosette.
My breath hitches and Alistair mutters, “So beautiful.”
He brings those same fingers to my lips rubbing them with my wetness.
“Here, taste yourself, Delight.” Flicking out my tongue I taste my musky release, my chest rising and falling faster.
His moss green eyes flick between my lips and eyes.
Then he grabs my hair and takes my lips in a melting kiss that makes my toes curl.
Azael, the opportunist, sneakily plunges another slicked finger into my rosette, pumping his fingers faster. I am dripping from my slit so bad, that the front of my shorts has a large wet patch.
I make a sound of protest at the feeling of wet cloth sticking to my body, when Azael says “Shh. Look at me.”
His glittering gaze ensnares me, and I bite my lip on a particularly deep thrust of his fingers. His ash-blond hair––tousled from my fingers, frames his chiseled features, and I drink him in.
“You like what Alistair’s doing?”
I can only whimper as Alistair flicks my clit with his thumb, pressing three of his fingers inside my pussy in a come hither motion.
A moan slips past my lips as I clench around him.
Azael scoops more of my arousal, and plunges a third slicked finger into the ring of muscles.
Enjoying the feeling of fullness, I grind on their fingers.
But I feel parched and hot at the same time.
“She needs a drink, Alistair.” Azael remarks, as I lick my lips.