32. Holy Staff
Azariah
“J esus didn’t remain a virgin, that’s asinine.” The women in the front pews gaped at me like this information actually affected them. “I saw that guy with my own eyes, he turned some good tricks for a human. Nice ass on him too.”
“Did you ever…?” Only one woman was brave enough to ask the question, and she couldn’t even bring herself to say it fully.
“Me? Nah, he didn’t fuck with angels.” I shrugged. “He greatly preferred lovin’ on humankind, so that’s where he spent most of his time.” I brought the chalice of wine to my lips. “His loss.”
“I can’t believe this.” One woman looked on the verge of tears as she brought a hand to her chest.
“Aw, come on! This was the guy that turned no one away. He hung out with the outcasts, the lepers, the prostitutes. He had all the groupies, and you’re telling me he always kept it in his pants?”
“He wouldn’t sleep with prostitutes,” a younger woman argued. “Most, if not all, were forced into that life back then. Jesus wouldn’t take advantage of a woman in that situation.”
“You’re right.” I held my chalice out in a salute to her.
“He wouldn’t and he didn’t. What he did was love everyone.
The impoverished, disfigured, and abused—those who never felt love a day in their lives, he loved them.
” I brought my opposite fist to my chest to emphasize the weight of that.
“He loved the unlovable, something very few humans are able to do.” I brought the chalice back to my lips.
“Sometimes it was through his teachings and acts of service, other times it was through his penis.”
A slow clap emerged out of the stunned silent church. I turned around to see Zachariah behind me next to the altar, an amused look on his pretty face as he applauded.
“You see, ladies? Father Zach approves.” I extended my chalice out to him, hoping he’d take a sip, despite the unlikeliness of it. “All right, that’s it. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you the real story of Sodom and Gomorrah.”
The women slowly filed out and I drained my wine after Zach didn’t come any closer.
“Nice sermon,” he smiled. “I can’t decide who’s been corrupting our people more, you or Deyva.”
“We do it in shifts,” I said. “She works from the top, down. Me, from from the bottom, up.”
A flush of color crept up his neck, but he was no longer the shy, frustrated virgin.
It didn’t diminish my pull to him one bit.
Rather, my attraction to him was even stronger now that his sexual confidence was growing, and his faith was not deterred.
He also glowed with the love of his partners.
It was all I could do not to run my tongue up his neck and taste every morsel of love they filled him with.
But that damned succubus had to go and claim him as her boyfriend.
“I never really thanked you,” he said, shoving his hands into his pockets. “For saving Deyva and bringing her back. So thanks, Az.”
“You know...” I uncorked the wine bottle and refilled my chalice. “Blowjobs are also an adequate gesture of thanks up in Heaven.”
“I’m sure they are,” he scoffed.
Damn. The old Zach would have squirmed with discomfort and try to reinterpret that as something completely not sexual. I wasn’t fucking him or embarrassing him anymore, and what was the fun in that?
“There is something else I’d like to offer you,” he said, growing shyer. “As a thanks for Deyva and everything you’ve done for this community.”
“Oh, a threesome, then?” I perked up. “I could use one.”
He bit back a smile. “I’ve, uh, moved into Stavros' room at the cottage, so mine is empty. You’re welcome to it if you’d like.”
I nearly choked on my wine. “What, me? Live in the priest house with all of you ?”
“It’s just an offer.” He shrugged. “I don’t know where you’ve been crashing since being here, but if you want privacy and a bed, it’s there.”
Like Deyva, I didn’t need to sleep, but was able to. I’d spent most of my time checking the gate. When feeling drained, I’d hover around the couples who exuded the most love, like Heather and Jeff. Although it had increasingly become the priests, all starry-eyed for their succubus.
That house would be filled with love. Sure I’d be in a constant state of blue-balls listening to their fucking, but I’d never be drained of holy light. And I’d need all the power I could get if we were taking on the four Hellish armies closing in on us.
I had to focus on what was important. And for once, me being the only one not getting laid was not it.
“Thank you, Zach,” I said sincerely. “I’ll be happy to take your room.”
I circled over Bethel, reassured by the tidy streets, the faint glow from a handful of windows, the soft voices of the stragglers leaving the diner and heading home for the night.
I swooped down, wings stretching back behind me, and turned for the churchyard, nearly smacking into a stained glass window when I noticed the figure waiting for me in front of the priest house.
Deyva. Her lips looked swollen and her hair was damp, eyes that freshly-fucked, glowing green of hers.
“You’re not sneaking out again? Because I am not above reporting you to Kais in exchange for getting to watch him defile you,” I said, landing gently on my feet in front of her.
“Pretty sure I just got done defiling him ,” she said. She bit down on that plump bottom lip and looked up at me from under her lashes. “Is...Kimaris out there yet?”
I shook my head, stepping toward her, pleased when she didn’t tense up. “Haven’t seen any hint of him yet, but they did replace the army we took out.”
Deyva snorted and cocked her hip. “Pretty sure that was all you, Az.”
I tried to resist the pride that rose up in me, but it was always my weakest spot. “Ah, well. All in an angel’s duty.”
“Mhm...you look a little tired though,” Deyva said softly, head tipping up and down to examine me.
Why was I starting to feel like I was being cornered by a predator, and why was my cock such a big fan of the feeling?
“I’ll be fine. Little bit of rest as Stav and Zach do their whole bedtime fondling routine and I should be good to go again.”
Deyva grinned and then reached out between us, one delicate hand hovering in offering. “Come on. I think I can do you one better,” she said.
I blinked at her hand. She was all stuffed full of good feelings lately. But was she really offering to share it with me again?
“Shouldn’t you be saving up?” I asked. I’d been unexpectedly gutted at the sight of Deyva pinned beneath Gamaeron’s hoof, of her silky blue blood coating her shoulder.
It was difficult to resist the intensely delicious offering she presented, but I didn’t want to accept if it risked her own safety if we were suddenly attacked.
“Azariah,” she said slowly, my name all rounded and husky. “Come inside with me.”
Oh .
It seemed a little too good to be true.
But I was not the kind of angel that resisted that sort of thing.
Michael was the one with the holy staff up his ass, not me.
I gave Deyva my hand, following her into the house, listening to the soft creaks upstairs from the bathroom, one of the bedrooms. Deyva led me up to the second story and right to Zach’s room. ..now mine .
“You’ve got big talk, angel boy. But I wanna see your best cuddle game,” Deyva said, glancing over her shoulder at me with a devilish smile.
It wasn’t a ‘dick me down, please, Az,’ but I was sure as hell gonna take what I could get. Without waiting another second, I scooped Deyva up off her feet, clamping her against my chest and diving for the bed with a quick flap of my wings for speed.
“Oof!”
Deyva landed on the mattress on her back with me on top of her, my knees squeezing the outside of her thighs, arms twined around her, face tucked against hers.
“Huh, I kinda expected a better seduction than that, after all your threesome talk,” Deyva mused, puffing out a breath.
Rolling over her words, I lifted my head. Deyva’s hair was tousled around her face and over my new pillow, and she blinked up at me, lashes catching in the dark strands.
“Am I allowed to seduce you?” I asked cautiously. I reached one hand around to brush her hair away and she smiled at me. “Oh. This is for the battle?”
She bit her lip, tensing under me, and it was difficult not to catalog all the places we were pressed together—her breasts heaving under my chest, my hips nestled perfectly on top of the v of her thighs.
“Az...you are very pretty—”
“And very powerful,” I said. “And you can’t drain me like you can with your boyfriends. And if we fuck, I’ll get to charge up too. And—”
“Az!” Deyva squirmed under me, freeing her arms and reaching up to hold my face.
The bedroom was dark but we both had better vision than any human and I could make out every little bruised capillary on her lips from kisses, the barely noticeable marks of a thumb and fingers framing her throat. She’d been with Kais, probably.
“Azariah, you are my favorite fallen angel,” Deyva said, smiling. “And you’re in my top four favorite people in Bethel.”
“Saying ‘top four’ makes it really clear that I’m placing fourth,” I said drily.
“And yes, if we do this, we’ll both be able to better protect Bethel and all of those people in it that we care so much about.”
“For the record, you’re in my top two.”
Deyva’s lips were parted to add to her speech, but they curved up at that. “Man, I really haven’t beat out Zach yet? What’s a succubus gotta do to get the gold?”
“Kiss me.”
I didn’t remember kissing another succubus, so I couldn’t compare, but Deyva’s kisses were like a full body blow job.
That was probably inelegant and she probably would’ve stopped kissing me if I’d told her, so I didn’t.
Instead I moaned as her mouth connected to mine, shifting one of my knees to press between her thighs and rub against her center.
Deyva sucked at my tongue, her hands on my cheeks diving into my hair, nails scratching at my scalp and drawing me impossibly closer.