SCHOOL OF MAGICAL ENLIGHTENMENT

THE FIRST TIME

The young witch crawled into her tent and sat on her bed of sweet-smelling grass. She opened the contents of her bag and began sorting out the herbs.

She carefully stored them in the various bags and pouches around her and was preparing her dinner when she heard her name being called.

She knew who it was. She could recognize his deep baritone voice from a mile away. He was the only one who could lift her spirit with only the sound of his voice.

He rushed into her tent and held her body against his in a strong grip and buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. She was surprised at his antics and tried to push him away, but he held on to her, hugging her.

'I love you, I have loved you from the moment I set eyes on you', he said to her. She untangles herself from his embrace to look at his face, but he uses the opportunity to kiss her and pull her with him into her sleeping space.

She knew it was forbidden, and she could have stopped him, but her heart desired all six feet, seven inches of him, wrapped in a perfectly toned body and beautiful bronze skin, shoulder-length snow-white hair and beautiful purple eyes. She gladly took all he offered, and he gave his all without holding back, taking her through the entire night on a wondrous journey of passion.

As he neared his climax, he began to increase his momentum inside her, nibbling her jaw and planting wet kisses all over her face and neck. She closed her eyes as he drew closer to her, silencing her moans with a kiss before he rested his forehead upon hers, telling her he loved her and would love only her for all eternity.

He began to chant softly in his rich, deep voice and felt the power within him begin to surge, telling him that the hour was near. He kissed her deeply as he began to release himself completely into her, chanting in his mind as energy poured out from within him while she moaned into his kiss as energy began to pour into her.

She tried to roll on top of him, but he pushed his full weight on top of her, holding her hands above her head in a vice grip while his other hand held her by her waist, pulling her closer to him as he finished the chant and began driving himself into her at a manic pace. She felt powerful currents passing through her with each thrust and bit hard into his shoulder, making him grunt as he continued having his way with her.

Four white wings spread out from behind him, creating a canopy around them as bright light enveloped the entire room. He moaned into her hair and poured his seed into her in that powerful moment of bliss.

When he was finally done, her rolled off her and pulled her to him in a tight embrace. They lay together covered in sweat as he continued kissing her and telling her how much he loved her.

Soon, she fell asleep on his chest, and he looked down at her with a hint of sadness as he stroked her hair, knowing that what had been done could not be undone. He could only hope that his actions tonight would be enough to protect her throughout her lifetime.

He woke up to the sound of flapping wings and carefully left her side to look outside the tent. He found two of his brothers standing with their backs turned to him and walked over to them.

'Is it done?,' Micheal asked.

'It is', he responded

'Then you must return to prepare,' said Gabriel.

'I cannot', he responded, shocking both angels.

'Your work here is done! You no longer belong in this place,' said Micheal to him.

'Can't you feel it? 'The divine light has left me,' he responded, making both angels gasp.

'It can't be', Gabriel whispered, holding his arm and then dropping it like hot burning coal upon the realization of the truth.

'Heavens gates will not open to me anymore,' he declared sadly.

'We can seek an audience with our master, ask for an exemption for you', the Micheal said to him, making him chuckle.

'And what about the others? If they find a loophole, do you think they won't take it?' He asked.

'Morning Star will come for you the moment he realizes you are expecting a child in this realm,' Micheal told him.

'Then you had better leave before he arrives,' he said, turning back to the tent.

'What about you?,' Micheal asked his fallen brother.

'I will stick to the plan. "I will find where the fallen angels are keeping the nephilim and, when the rains begin, I will imprison all of them while the rest of you are busy fighting the fallen angels, but before then I need to say goodbye,' he replied, looking at the tent.

'We will watch her and the child, don't worry', Micheal said to him.

The one who will need protection is the one that'll cross her,' he responds, making his fellow angels chuckle.

He returned to find her still sleeping. Her haicolouror had begun to change from its natural browcolouror to white. He snuggled close to her and took in her scent, looking intensely at her face to remember her features. He kissed her forehead tenderly as he placed his large hand over her belly.

'I will find a way for us to be together, but till then, please survive,' he said.

She woke up to the chirping of birds as streaks of sunlight entered the tent. She reached out to touch him but found the space beside her empty. She opened her eyes and found six white feathers located beside her. She got up to look for him, but her entire body ached from the activities of the night before forcing her to lay back. Picking up a feather, a tear fell from her face in understanding. She will never see him again.