Sorry it took me so long to post this chapter, but life as usual had me away. Hope you like it,and please don't forget to give me your opinion which I apreciate more than the actual votes. ;)
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Chapter Seven
Anniel startled awake and tried to sit up, but she was wrapped in a heavy blanket—a blanket made of black feathers. She frowned and gasped when muscular arms pulled her back against a sculpted chest. Against her ass, she felt a hard cock.
She couldn't help the groan that erupted from her lips when teeth nipped the back of her neck. Without even thinking, her hips automatically tilted back in invitation.
Ashriel gripped her leg and draped it over his hip, opening her. Excitement zipped through her at the hard male feel of him.
"Ash, baby," she whispered with a shiver when his hand slid up her belly to cup one full breast. Immediately his fingers trapped her tight nipple and pulled making her gasp with pleasure.
Anniel turned to gaze into his smoldering grey eyes as he pressed the head of his cock against her wet slit. His sable hair was sleep tousled, but his expression was anything but, sleepy. He bit his lip and arched into her.
She felt swollen, throbbing, her pussy resisting his penetration for a moment. He slid his other hand up her ribcage to palm her breast and pinch her nipples, making her writhe against him. She whimpered when he gripped her harder, trying to force his way inside.
Anniel clenched her teeth, feeling almost as if she were giving birth backwards. Seraphs were built bigger, thicker—a foot long cock to go with their seven foot statures.
"Ah—god—it feels so good," she panted, wiggling her hips, desperate for his penetration.
It burned for a moment making her whimper, but then the head popped past her protesting opening. When he finally began to fill her, she cried out in bliss, "Oh, Ashriel, yes, fuck me."
He rolled them over until she lay on her tummy with him draped over her back. His thighs shoved hers apart and his hands gripped her wrists, effectively pinning her. His wings began to flutter in excitement.
Anniel panted and moaned, unable to do anything but lie there and let him fuck her, which he was doing quite exuberantly. He was so thick, she felt him dragging against every sensitive nerve within her quivering channel. Her body began to tense up. She wanted to move, but all she could do was tilt her ass up and feel his weight press down hard on her. His knees widened more, making her own legs ache from how wide he was spreading her. She felt him angle his hips back and her eyes gaped when his cockhead began rubbing something brutally exciting deep inside. Anniel opened her mouth, unable to breathe, unable to think, just feel. Her nails dug into the bedding and her lungs felt ready to explode as a pleasure so intense threatened to make her black out. When Ashriel bit the curve between her neck and shoulder, her body convulsed and she howled in rapture. A second howl erupted on the heels of the first one when he rammed harder, making her clit rub back and forth against the mattress, evoking a second orgasm much stronger than the first.
Heat shot up into her, filling her. Ashriel groaned, his hips jerking in short hard thrusts, so tight, so deep, his tip forcing his scalding seed into her womb to overflowing.
"I need you, Anniel," he growled, his cock still working in and out of her.
She could feel his cum bathing the bud of her clit in a warm trickle, overflowing from her womb. It felt so good she clenched around his plunging shaft. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt the hot splashes of more seed deep within her. Anniel bit her lip and arched her back, letting him fill her again.
He was possessing her completely. The wet sound of her pussy being stuffed with his cock had her mouth watering. She turned her head, searching for his mouth and was rewarded with a deep tongue-filled kiss. Her body spasmed with another toe-curling orgasm, milking his cock as he filled her yet again.
Her head dropped on the bed as she panted, reveling in the glorious feel of Ashriel plowing into her with no restraint. She already knew when he was about to come because his beating wings would falter, and when he did spill, his abdominal muscles would clench, his body quiver and his wings stiffen straight back. His deep groans and snarls of pleasure in her ear had her biting her lips. Her throat was already sore from howling so much and her body completely spent, but, still, he managed to wring orgasm after orgasm from her, until she finally blacked out from so much pleasure.
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The light, though dim, was enough to awaken her. Before opening her eyes, she sniffed and the scent of sex hung heavy in the air.
Anniel opened one bleary eye and saw a wall of shelves filled with mesh crates containing various pieces of equipment.
She closed it again with a whimper. Had she actually let Ashriel take her down into the storage level and let him fuck her within an inch of her life? She winced when she closed her still spread legs. Her whole body felt sore.
"Oh, yes you did, girl," she sighed. A warm flow of fluid let her know she was leaking enough Seraphian sperm to populate another planet.
Anniel cursed inwardly.
Now she had to crawl up the ramp and use Devon and Angel's hygiene unit. That meant facing the morning after.
Had he actually said he loved her?
She snorted, running a hand through her disheveled hair. He'd probably blurted it out in the heat of the moment.
A lump formed in her throat.
Oh-no-you-don't, girl—she thought angrily, blinking away her tears. She refused to shed one more tear for a man. She'd fucked him. She'd face the consequences with her big girl panties on.
Her gaze lit upon her shredded clothing, noting that her big girl panties had been decimated by the sexy reaper last night. She groaned, closing her eyes.
"Up, Anniel," she told herself.
Anniel winced when she sat up. The bedding next to her was still warm from his heat, but he was nowhere in sight.
She grimaced at the sticky feel between her thighs, but then hunger hit fast and hard, pushing away all other thought.
Luck was with her when she rushed up the ramp and into Angel and Devon's cabin—no Ashriel in sight. Ignoring Devon and Angel's grunting and panting on the upper bunk, she just headed into the hygiene unit and leaned her head against the wall as the cleansing beams engulfed her.
Behind her, Angel cried out and Devon growled, marking their conjoined climax. It wouldn't be the first time Anniel saw or heard them in the throes of passion, so it didn't faze her in the least. She had her own problems to worry about.
She needed clothes, but her carry on was still out in the lounge, stuffed beneath the couch. Maybe she could send Dev out to get it. They were quiet now, so they'd probably finished having their morning sex.
She felt his presence behind her and turned her head to stare into his face a foot away from hers.
His eyes took her in from head to toe before settling with disturbing intensity on her face again. Behind him, she could see Angel still sprawled out on her back, trying to catch her breath.
Anniel's stomach growled, and she looked away from them as her lip beaded in sweat. She began to shake and placed her hand over her stomach.
She saw what Devon was thinking clearly. Her belly swollen with child...Ashriel's child.
Anniel shook her head, trying to dispel the image. "It can't happen that fast, Dev. It took me almost six months to get pregnant from Garethiel."
He didn't say a word.
Not wanting to look him in the eye, she pushed past him.
She closed her eyes and tried to visualize her carry on. Concentrating, she willed it to her. It moved a little. Anniel huffed in frustration.
Devon's power flowed over her, reaching to her bag until it appeared right before her.
