Heaven -- Some time ago
I had a feeling that I'd never experienced before. An aching void in my body, a quickening of my heart, a hesitation in my breathing. All because of him. His presence affected me, his absence affected me, I felt like my very being was linked to him. To Zerachiel. He wasn't just any angel, he was one of
the
angels, the seraphs, the leaders of our kind.
And he was beautiful. An aquiline, sensitive face, framed by flowing golden hair. Hair that always seemed to be back-lit, regardless of the ambient illumination. His very skin appeared to glow, his inner goodness emanating from every pore. He was tall, and lithe, and strong, and athletic. The peak of masculine physique.
Zerachiel's wings, when he chose to unfurl them, were those of the most massive albino eagle. The sound of them beating was thunderous. When he spoke, it was like the deepest notes sounding softly on an unseen organ, and his voice conveyed a heady mix of authority and empathy. And this peerless paragon of perfection was interested in me. Ordinary me.
I guess I was pretty in my own limited way. My stature was a suitable match for his, but in female form. My long, auburn hair attracted compliments from all. My body had the firmness and softness of youth, I knew that I turned heads, both male and female. And my face certainly had a pleasing symmetry, with emerald eyes set in flawless, pale skin. But, compared to Zerachiel, I felt at best average, dowdy even. Though, miraculously, he seemed to see something in my quotidian looks.
The first time we had met, I could barely look Zerachiel in the eye. It was during one of the regular periods of angel instruction, he had come to give my class a talk. He walked down a line of us afterwards, exchanging meaningless pleasantries with each girl in turn. When he reached me, I stared at the floor and hardly heard his words. I was perennially shy. But he had put his hand under my chin and lifted my face. His crystal blue orbs met mine and something inside me changed. I have no idea why he favored me with such attention.
With a smile, Zerachiel asked my name and I stammered, "it's Lailah, my Lord."
He stood looking at me for what seemed like minutes, his hand still touching my face. And then he moved on to the next woman, and I told myself that I was imagining things. But, when I put my hand to my chin, I felt something. Something like residual electricity on my finger-tips. I think I knew in that instant.
After that, Zerachiel became a more frequent visitor to the temple in which our tuition was delivered. He sought my company, but there were always others with us. Until that one time...
I was walking with two friends, discussing the lecture we had just attended. Then a deep voice called out softly from the shadow of a pillar. As we stopped to see who might be there, Zerachiel emerged from the darkness. His brightness of countenance reminded me of nothing more than the rising sun. He beckoned and I looked at my friends on either side, certain that his signal was intended for one of them.
When it became clear that it was me he was waving to, I felt paralyzed. But Haniel whispered in my ear that I should go to him. Heart trying to break free of my ribcage, I walked towards the archangel, and he stepped back into the shadows as I approached.
I joined Zerachiel, and before my eyes had fully adjusted to the gloom, I felt his hands on me. It was so right, and so good, that I collapsed into his arms. And I made no resistance as he kissed me, and as his hands worked their way inside my robes.
I was no stranger to the touch of another, either male or female, and had been of age for many centuries, as humans measure such things. Angels believe that intimacy is holy, God-like. But this was different. A seraph? A person of importance and power, and me, a simple girl, possessing neither. It was intoxicating.
And I knew, I knew he was betrothed. Even that his wife's name was Tzaphkiel, an archangel in her own right. Within an angelic marriage, it is customary to still share the gift of carnal knowledge with others. But it is always with the partner's explicit consent. I didn't even stop to think, let alone to ask, as his hand moved between my legs and the music his fingers were playing on me became my world.
Zerachiel's touch was like no one else's. In moments, he had me burying my face in his chest and moaning, as hot currents surged through my tensing flesh, as I surrendered totally to the sweet ecstasy of his stroking.
Before I was myself again, and still hidden from the public square by only architectural adumbration, I felt his hands heavily on my shoulders. I knelt for him, willingly, lovingly, and in total supplication. And his hardness in my mouth felt like a blessing. His seed flooding my throat a sacrament, binding me to him. Marking me as his.
Zerachiel spoke to me only once, as he rearranged his clothing and then disappeared into the depths of the sanctuary. "I will see you later, Lailah."
I returned to my giggling, jealous friends, disheveled, but glowing. They wanted details of course, but I would provide none. Soon enough they moved on to other subjects.
The taste of him stayed with me until we ate. The memory of him for much longer. I lay awake that night, my own fingers trying to create a pale emulation of the euphoria to which he had opened my eyes. And, as my body gave into pleasure again, I breathed the name Zerachiel.
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I wondered whether it had been a one time thing. That seemed the most likely outcome to me. Having allowed me the significant honor of fellating him, perhaps I would never hear from Zerachiel again, let alone taste him. But my fears proved to be unfounded.
The very next day, he was waiting for me after class. Hamiel said something about me introducing her to my 'boyfriend,' and that maybe the three of us could spend some time together. Seraphs possessed an irresistible magnetism. But it seemed that Zerachiel had plans for quite a different grouping.
Leaving my frustrated classmate behind, we walked and talked. And Zerachiel mentioned that he too had a friend, one whom he would like me to meet. Again, angels are open to all sorts of experiences, and I wasn't against the idea. It did, however, seem that things were moving very quickly. Maybe too quickly.
And there was another problem, one I could no longer ignore. "The Lady Tzaphkiel, my Lord. I am sure that she has given her gracious permission, but I ought to ask..."
His reply was, I felt, somewhat hurried. "Of course, of course. No problems there. Zap isn't the jealous type. All OK."
I was sure he was telling me the truth, seraphs didn't lie, but something seemed awry to me. "That's good to hear, my Lord, and the customary introduction? The one between a wife and a new concubine. When will that be?"
I saw a wave of frustration pass across Zerachiel's lovely face and immediately regretted my persistence. "Lot's of time for that. Don't you worry. But here is my friend. Lailah, meet Daniel."
We had arrived at Zerachiel's chambers and a younger angel was lounging against the portico. For some reason, I had assumed his friend would be another seraph, but I could tell that Daniel's station was below my own. A common guardian angel was what he appeared to be.
But I had learned not to question Zerachiel. If he wanted the three of us to play, that was good enough for me. Daniel kissed my extended hand and we went inside.
Things moved quickly. I had little time to breathe, let alone consider the wisdom of what I was doing. My robes were on the marble floor, then so were my knees, as I took each of them deeply in turn. I craved Zerachiel's heavenly emissions, but the pair had other ideas.
Taking an arm each, they led me to a side room. It was dimly lit, the flickering of torches was reflected by glistening buckles and shiny leather. Straps and harnesses adorned every wall. In the center was a padded bench. Daniel maneuvered me to lie on this, and got me to shuffle until my head lolled over one end.
I had heard of such places, they were rumored to be common in the residences of high-ranking demons, but in an archangel's house? As fears rose in my breast, Zerachiel stooped to kiss me, and I knew it would be OK, that I would be safe. I said not a word as the pair bound me, and my only noise -- as Zerachiel selected, and then tested, a lethal-looking whip -- was a faint whimper.
The sweetness of his kiss stayed with me as he began to rain down blows on my defenseless torso. The image of Zerachiel's blue eyes from our first meeting remained in my mind as Daniel invaded my body via its tightest opening. The archangel's soft, almost fatherly, voice echoed in my ears as he gripped my unsupported head and as he used the angle to brutally stretch my throat.
But there was a change in me as well. I realized that I was opening up, allowing myself to experience new sensations. I knew this was what Zerachiel wanted, what he expected of his girl. But I also felt something unlock deep within me, an emergent appetite, a desire for the extreme, none of which I had known existed in me, let alone acknowledged.
As the two angels took from me what they wanted, and how they wanted it, my own arousal drowned every vestige of restraint in a tsunami of coruscating stimulation. And -- for the first time in my life -- I relinquished every shred of control. And I screamed my unbearable, orgiastic ecstasy into the darkness, until the walls rang with my impassioned, feral cries.
Then, when our shared needs had been met many times, once more I knelt, and let their flowing juices baptize me, as they splashed over my radiant face.
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CHAPTER THREE -- REVELATION
I met with Zerachiel many other times. At his home, in other buildings, in public. He seemed to relish the frisson of potential discovery, and I must admit to sharing his peccadillo. Sometimes it was just the two of us. More often it was with one or more of his male friends, he seemed to have many friends.
