Not willing to remain at the castle resort any longer than necessary, Luciel purchased an immense glass and steel dwelling on a hilltop overlooking one of Sjoria's tropical oceans.
They used a hover cruiser and traveled miles from civilization to reach the secluded home.
The hover cruiser flew through dense rain forests, splotched with colorful foliage. She saw through the windows of the craft a few exotic birds with strange bright plumage fluttering in the trees. They went over rolling hills, within the glass transportation tube, and past rocky cliffs that had lush waterfalls. It was paradise.
Too bad Davariel wasn't conscious to enjoy the view with her.
It worried her that he slept against her shoulder the whole way. All he did was sleep, eat at her insistence, and make love to her... and that he would do for hours on end, leaving her barely conscious.
Maybe that was it. They were screwing each other to death! She barely had any strength herself, between feeding the voracious twins and satisfying their father's insatiable sexual appetite. It was a miracle she wasn't comatose.
Then, there were the bizarre dreams. Now he was fucking her there too. Sneaky cambion.
These dreams were beyond bizarre; beyond erotic...they were insane!
Her thoughts became lost as she recalled the bizarre one she'd had the previous night. She closed her eyes and clamped her thighs tight, the erotic visions replaying themselves in her mind, making her heart race.
Davariel's teeth nipping her earlobe startled her out of her daydream.
"Are you having naughty thoughts about me, pretty girl?" Those electric-blue eyes had her drowning in their intensity.
"Reading my mind again, huh," she smirked.
He closed his eyes again, his nostrils flared. "No, my love. I can smell how wet you are."
"Aw, have mercy already! Do you two ever take a break," Remuel moaned, adjusting his crotch. "I implore you not to start fucking again in front of me. Not fair!"
Luciel felt her cheeks burn, remembering the episode on the balcony in their room. Davariel had power bound Remuel in the lounge next to them as he seduced Luciel before the red haired shape-shifter. She still couldn't believe she'd let Dava take her in front of Remuel.
Davariel's chuckle was mischievous, holding Remuel's glittering green gaze as his hand snaked between Luci's legs.
"Dava, no!" She clamped her thighs shut. She still wasn't used to such public displays of intimacy.
Aside from Remuel, Zakreel sat wide eyed before them next to Eriel, who had a wicked smile on his countenance. Behind them, she heard the rest of the outcast reapers snickering.
She realized all reapers were perverted, especially her Dava. Their imposed celibacy had probably been a necessity in ancient times to keep them from fucking the entire universe. Most of them were bi-sexual, not caring who they slept with. Like Eriel, who loved to entice Davariel when he thought she wasn't looking, then would turn around to blatantly flirt with her.
At the front of the cruiser were the were-tigris and in the rear were the were-wolves. Drakken had spent the night with a female and would be arriving later in the evening. His skin was sensitive to sunlight.
They arrived at the sparkling masterpiece of glass and metal, but as soon as the doors to the cruiser opened, the dragons, reapers and Davariel ran out shouting in joy at the sight of the beautiful ocean. Clothing began flying everywhere as nine males divested themselves of their garb and raced to the edge of the water down the steep hill.
The reapers took flight and arrived first, diving into the rough surf, followed by Remuel and Zakreel who morphed into dragon form and soared into the surging water. Davariel lagged behind, running on his two long legs, the bright sunlight turning his gleaming hair almost white. Eriel circled back when he remembered Davariel couldn't fly, then swooped him up by his arms.
Luciel watched in horror, as Eriel flew straight into an enormous wave. She heard the smack of Davariel's body as Eriel slammed him into the wall of water. They both disappeared within the surging tide.
Cursing, she concentrated on their life forces and teleported them back to her.
Davariel floundered at her feet, unharmed but disorientated.
"Luci?"
She pulled him up, yanking him away from Eriel, who still clung to him, and tried to sense if he was hurt. He looked at her askance, dripping wet.
"Why'd you pull us out?" Eriel protested.
"You little shithead!" She rounded on Eriel, furious. "I was only trying to pull Dava out. If you wouldn't have been so busy try to weasel your way into his ass, you'd still be in the water."
The dark haired reaper flinched and instinctively hid his erect cock in guilt, his eyes round with fear.
*******
Davariel gripped her shoulders before she ripped Eriel's head off.
"Don't you ever do that again," she shrieked, shaking.
Behind her, Davariel gaped at Eriel. He covered his mouth to stifle the overwhelming urge to burst out laughing. She'd slapped the hell out of him the last time he laughed in the face of her anger. He was not getting himself—what was that Edenian phrase again? Oh, yes—'bitch slapped' again!
"Oh, come-on!" Eriel stood, his dark brows drawing over his grey eyes.
Davariel gasped in shock at Eriel. If the reaper had any sense he should shut up. Dava tried to signal for him to zip his maw, but the moron just continued to yap away.
"You treat him as though he were made of glass. Boo-hoo! Poor little Davariel—yeeeooow!"
Davariel cringed as his woman grabbed one of Eriel's nipples and twisted, bringing the seven-foot black winged reaper to his knees.
"Listen, you little scuz-ball, I've got better things to do than spend my time repairing all the damage you black winged morons like to inflict on Dava out of boredom. Also, I really don't appreciate you trying to screw my man. Do you understand me, Eriel of Angelos?"
"Yes-yes! Please! You're hurting my little teet!" He cried like a girl.
She let his nipple go, leaving it drawn and pink. He rubbed at it, shrinking away from her with a pout.
"The next time, I will telepathically rip every last feather from your pretty wings."
Eriel's color drained away. Davariel knew Eriel was already familiar with the horrors of that particular punishment. It had been his penalty after losing his virginity in a drunken stupor to a visiting alien on Seraphia. He'd told Dava he couldn't help himself. The blue girl had four breasts and made him lose his common sense.
"My love, Eriel didn't mean me any harm. Don't get so riled," Davariel intervened, hugging her.
In order to distract her, he pulled her away toward the house. Stone steps led up the hill, where they passed a sparkling pool, then a garden full of bright fragrant blooms. They entered through the wide double doors at the rear of the mansion. The were-wolf pack and the were-tigri clan also followed, keeping a discreet distance from each other.
They didn't get along very well. The wolves would growl at the cats who would hiss in answer.
Davariel watched them as they separated once inside to investigate the various rooms in the mansion-sized dwelling. They were all in human form, and he thought it a shame they couldn't appreciate each other's beauty. They really were all very attractive.
"I don't like that bad-boy smile on your sweet face," Luciel commented next to him. "What naughty perversion are you planning now?"
"Me?" He tried to look shocked, but couldn't help laughing.
