Devon headed to the farthest reaches of the galaxy. This time, his angels did not try to stop him.
A few moon cycles had gone by. He lived in the wilderness of the planet of Arboria, foraging for food, sleeping very little. The nightmares grew bloodier, the visions more realistic.
His angels still tried to reach out to him, but he shut them out of his mind.
Angel's image tormented him. He longed for her, just to hear her voice, touch her hair.
"It's better this way," he tried to convince himself. "I'll only end up killing her."
"And while you turn into a hermit out here, Lucien makes designs on your woman."
Devon tensed and did his best to ignore Samael's voice. The black devil chuckled. "How pathetic. They're going out tonight. All of them."
Devon knew that. Seth had spent the greater part of the morning begging him to show up.
"Lucien will be taking Angel with him.
The pain that zinged through his chest was almost unbearable.
My Angel
.
"Yes, master, your Angel. Why you don't go and claim what's yours is beyond me. You're the one she desires."
"She's better off with Luke."
"She loves you... Luke she feels sorry for. Hardly fair for the poor bastard, if you ask me."
"I'll hurt her."
The devil sighed. "You won't hurt her."
"I've seen it. I've seen her lying at my feet in a puddle of blood."
"Yes, you have. But you've never actually seen yourself deliver the killing blow, have you?"
Devon frowned, and then turned toward Samael. "What are you saying?"
The black devil shrugged, his brows raised. "You're forgetting that there's still a traitor amongst your precious angels."
Devon shot to his feet. "I thought... Who? Who is it?" he snarled.
Samael snorted, "How the hell should I know. The pact wasn't made with me."
"Pact? What pact?"
"It's complicated, dark prince."
Devon stiffened at the mention of that title. "I'm not..." He took a deep breath. "Who made a pact and why?"
"Well since you're dragging your feet at taking your father's throne, we have a second choice."
"What?" Devon's mind reeled. "Who?" Only Lucien and Seth were almost as powerful as him, and he couldn't fathom either of them actually stupid enough to want to open the gates of hell.
"I'm not in charge of the second choice. Don't even know who it is. But they know." He pointed at the horde of devils around Devon, hiding, and chuckling in the shadows surrounding him. "Ask them."
Devon snorted. "Like they'd answer. They only fucking thing they know how to say is
master
."
The snickers in the shadows increased as well as the chanted
master.
Samael smirked, shrugging his shoulders again. "So, you're just going to let Lucien fuck Angel."
Again, that pain. He knew the devil was taunting him, but he also knew that sooner or later Lucien would have Angel. The gift of her virginity would be his.
"Well, she's not that much of a virgin you know. You did fuck her ass..."
"Stop... what? But that was a dream."
Samael laughed, throwing his head back, his white fangs gleaming. "She's a better liar than me. Gullible, master. Not only did you cum in her ass, you made her taste your essence. You marked her as yours. Now you're giving her away to your second in command." The black devil shook his head, clicking his tongue. "Master, just take the woman, and bring her with you to our realm. She'll be our princess. Our lord won't harm her when you set him free. Just wait. Lucifer will be very appreciative."
"I'm not dragging her down to hell."
"It'll only be temporary. Once we get rid of this distasteful realm, we'll all go back home."
"Right. And the divine angels of Ainrodonel will welcome us all with open arms," Devon snorted sarcastically.
"I guess there might be a bit of a skirmish at first, but since both sides are immortal and there won't be anywhere else to go or be cast into, they're just going to have to suck it up."
Devon turned, irritated and headed to the lake where he always took his bath.
"She's thinking about you right now," Samael teased behind him. "Would you like to see what she's doing?"
"No. I swore I'd leave her alone."
But the black devil didn't listen. Devon found his path blocked by a glass pane, with swirling red mists reflected within it. He drew back his fist to shatter the glass and stopped cold when the image of Angel appeared before him.
***
Angel sighed as Devon's lush lips nibbled at hers. His silky skin slid against hers, or perhaps it was she that thrust her achy little breasts against his maleness. She let her fingers sink into the wealth of jet-black hair that spilled over his shoulders to the middle of his chest; so soft and silky. Holding him still, she plunged her tongue past his lips, making him gasp. She'd had enough innocent teasing. Spreading her thighs beneath him, she ground herself on his erection. He moaned. Desperate, she palmed his ass and urged him to take her. His prick sank into her deeply, her drenched passage swallowing him whole. Strange... she thought it would hurt, but she only felt mindless with desire. He thrust against her as she cried out his name. Her nipples hurt and she rubbed them against his chest for comfort. He shuddered and whimpered her name. The ecstasy of feeling him in her was unbearable.
Her fingers gripped his tight ass hard as she rocked her hips against him, fucking her aching pussy on his rigid erection. With each surge of his flesh within her, her pleasure notched higher. Angel sank her teeth against his snow white flesh. Devon moaned and shuddered in her arms. They fucked harder, wilder... total abandon... agonizing bliss. Taking a deep gulp of air, she let out a cry of sheer rapture, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.
Angel gasped for breath, staring at the ceiling of her quarters on Alpha 7. Her pussy was still clenching, quivering... around nothing. Pants turned to sobs as she pulled her hand from between her legs, glistening with the proof of her release. It had only been a dream... again.
"Devon," she called out bitterly. "Where are you?"
How can I love someone so much, it's like a gaping hole inside me not having him. Like I swallowed glass... as if my heart were wrapped in a vine of thorns...bleeding...for him.
"Oh, Devon," she whispered, hugging herself. "I love you... and I miss you... you aggravating
Mongurah.
Where are you?"
Tears trailed down her cheeks and her nose ran until all she could do was hiccup in misery.
It was still dark, but she rose, knowing she wouldn't be able to find rest again. The light of Venushti's moons filtered into her chambers, making the water in her bathing pool look silvery. Gritting her teeth from the cold, she immersed herself and began scrubbing her skin until it felt raw.
It was no use. Her traitorous body still longed for him. Perhaps the whip?
Release me.
Angel gasped, her eyes darting around the room.
Release me—
the voice whispered again.
Mist formed at the entrance to her bathing chamber, swirling, barely visible. Her eyes strained to see, then widened. Devon's face, but more childlike. The vision blurred, then became more solid near her.
Release me—
the child cried, its ghostly arms reaching for her before vanishing completely.
Angel's heart raced, her eyes searching the darkness around her. What had she just seen? Goddess, it looked like Devon, but she was certain the hair was white, not black, and it was a child. The first time she'd seen the apparition, she remembered it looked more adult.
She shivered, rising slowly from the bath. Walking to the wide doors of the balcony, she knelt in the light of the moons. Bowing her head, extending her arms she began to pray... to Devon's god.
***
Angel rolled her shoulders. The Venushtian sun beat down upon her head, almost blinding her. Even though she was barely dressed, in her warriors training outfit, her body perspired.
Morana stood before her, training sword in hand, dressed the same as Angel, Black klowt, and leather strip over her breasts. No shoes were required during training in the rocky training arena. The young warriors sparred in the harshest of surroundings. Not far from Angel was a muddy pit, bordered by thorny Brocrose.
The other girl sneered, her contempt visible in every rigid line of her muscular body.
She charged and Angel met her attack by feinting to the left and swinging to her flank. She connected her first hit, making Morana yelp, and then snarl in fury. Again, she attacked, but Angel blocked her blow, swung her leg and connected with Morana's kidney.
Morana swung her fist and hit Angel in her nose. Stars shot before her eyes, and a solid blow to the back of her head knocked her over. Dazed, she felt blood run down her chin.
With a furious yell, Morana picked her up as though she weighed nothing and tossed her into the muddy pit.
Angel fell facedown. When she tried to rise, the larger female pressed her foot behind her neck, submerging her face in the muck.
Angel couldn't breathe. Twisting she kicked out, connecting with Morana's crotch. While the woman clutched herself in agony, Angel struggled to her feet, coughing and spitting mud from her mouth.
A violent shove, had Angel sprawling back into a brocrose bush. The sharp thorns cut into her flesh, making her hiss.
She heard Moran's yell of victory and saw the woman racing to give her a blow that would surely break her ribs. Angel snarled, gathering her anger within her, seeing it as a ball of white fire and hurled it at Morana.
The dark-skinned warrior flew back thirty paces, right into the iron fence that bordered the training arena. Her body hit with a solid crack, flipped over the black, pronged bar and then hit the ground with a solid thump. Morana looked like a broken doll, her eyes closed, her limbs twitching.
Angel watched horrified. The other trainees and trainers ran to the fallen girl, casting terrified glances at Angel.
Rowie appeared next to Angel and helped her out of the thorny bush.
