One Soul Book Two

Chapter Eight R18+

I felt as though someone had dumped ice in my veins, followed swiftly by an electrical current that made every bit of me heat up.  Every part of me that Ash touched was suddenly ultra sensitive.  Ash’s chest brushing my breast made me gasp and ache.  The knee parting my thighs had me bucking and moaning helplessly, and  when Ash’s long, cool fingers finally started to tease, gently brushing my clit and sliding along my entrance, I nearly lost it right then and there.  Ash paused, groaning with a pained expression on their face as I calmed back down.  I blushed.

“Is everything ok?”  I asked, unsure if I’d done something absurd, but Ash’s eyes popped open, pink with slitted pupils, and the look was almost ravenous.

“Yes Mistress.. Harlee.  Damn you have me slipping into old patterns.  That surge of s****l desire you just had was delicious and I want more.”  And with that, Ash pushed my knees apart and buried their face between my thighs.  Their long, thin tongue left a sticky, tingling trail over my clit and then probed inward, as if Ash were trying to cover every inch of my vaginal walls.  I bucked and screamed and when the wave of intense arousal hit me, I lost myself to a climax that I thought would never end while Ash held my thighs open and down on the bed.  With a growl, Ash moved to hover over me again, and without giving me time to recover, I felt their member plunge within me and I arched upward to meet the thrust of their hips.  Ash’s movements were almost desperate, a growl still echoing from their chest, and I gripped their thin waist with my legs, driving Ash deeper, crying out and digging my nails into Ash’s shoulders.  The skin there suddenly changed to scales and I gasped again as a memory tried to break free.  Scales, rubbing between my thighs.  The erotic imagery sending me spiraling into another climax, which Ash shared with me with a sharp shout.  Ash pulled my nearly limp body up into a seated position, burying their face in my shoulder and I realized there were cool tears running across my skin as Ash squeezed me tight against their chest.  Ash was mumbling something over and over that sounded like ‘thank you’ and ‘I love you’ as they held me, so I just ran my fingers through their hair until they calmed down.  And then Ash was kissing me all over my face.

“I missed you so much Harlee.  Mistress.”   Ash mumbled through the kisses.  “Don’t even think we’re done here yet.  I’m still hungry and the venom won’t wear off for a bit.”  There was a growl as Ash’s grip tightened and I shook my head with an exhausted laugh.

“Ok then, but remember, I’m only human and need recovery time.”  I retorted, but Ash simply nuzzled closer to my skin, and unbelievably, I was starting to feel the need again, and based on the feeling of Ash’s arousal, now trapped between us, Ash had never stopped.  I shifted my hips subtly to rub against Ash and the growl returned in force, so I did the motion again and Ash snarled, lifting me to position themselves before pulling me down onto their lap with one deep thrust that had me gasping, my fingers spasming on Ash’s shoulders.  Reaching a hand between us, Ash teased at my clit, making me nearly buck off their lap.  Ash growled again, tightening their grip on me and holding me down as they continued to thrust upwards, then pulled my knees up, changing our positions slightly, supporting my back, but now hitting my cervix at each thrust and my muscles tightened, squeezing around Ash and making them hiss right before I climaxed again, pulling them along for the ride.  Ash laid me back on the bed and turned me over.  I panted as they pulled me onto my hands and knees.

“Aren’t you tired yet?”  I wheezed, but Ash only chuckled as they spread my thighs once more.  Ash’s cool tongue danced between my thighs, smearing the sticky venom as they went.  Sucking my clit into their mouth, I nearly fell from my position on my hands and knees.  My elbows gave and I let my head sink to the bed, grabbing a pillow I could scream into as Ash caused my body to find yet another climax by just sliding two fingers into me to press insistently at that elusive spot of nerve bundles.  Ash’s moan hummed along my clit and I spasmed, jerking and bucking, trying to escape the delicious torment, but the long thin tongue found my entrance again, slipping around inside me to slick more venom before Ash straightened and gently entered me.  Moving so slowly I thought I would die, Ash pulled me up against their chest, bucking their hips and I screamed out again as every nerve ending in my body flared to life and the feeling of them suddenly changed as I lost myself in a haze.  Half the time I thought for sure some long serpent-like creature had me trapped in its coils, plugging its length within me as hard scale edges rasped against my most sensitive places, the rest of the time it was Ash holding me, fingers pinching and tugging at me, thrusting into me from behind, teeth buried in my shoulder.  And then eventually it all faded out and I fell into a dreamless sleep.

Zeev POV

The sizzling blast of lust along our Bond did nothing to soothe me.  Cael was still standing guard, but it wouldn’t be much longer and he wouldn’t have to.  Either I would turn into a ravenous beast none of them could stop, or I’d collapse into a stupor as my body tried vainly to heal itself.  I don’t know which was the real Hell.  Losing yourself completely, or being trapped in your Form until it degraded at the end of the world.  As my head hung, chin resting on my chest, leaning against the wall, Cael approached me slowly.  He placed a gentle hand on my head and I felt Angelic Grace flowing into me, forcing my body to regenerate.  I nearly scoffed.  An Angel, healing a Demon.  But then again, Cael’s power was a part of me, so wasn’t it more like me healing.. myself?  I began to laugh and heard Cael’s sigh.

“I wish we could trust you around mother, father.  But you’re both too fragile.”  Cael murmured, and then his hand withdrew.  His footsteps receded up the stairs and I wondered why he hadn’t tried to chain me up or.. something, until I tried to stand.  And then I realized he had done something alright.  That rush of power had not only healed me, it’d pinned me to the floor like a bug under glass.  I laughed harder.

“Well played my boy!”  I yelled.  “Well played.”  I let my head fall back against the wall, determined to rest and heal.  I would figure something out, somehow.  But maybe.. After I slept..

Harlee POV

When I woke up, Ash was curled protectively around me, giving off contented little moans of pleasure.  I giggled, and they sat up swiftly to look at me.

“You’re not mad?”  Ash asked suddenly, looking at me with wide eyes.

“Um, the way I remember it, I sort of threw myself at you and fell asleep.  Why would I be mad?”  I answered.

“Harlee..”  Ash hesitated.  “The Incubus thing.  It’s real.  I pulled you into a dream and..”

“Nope!  Don’t wanna hear it!”  I held up a hand.  “I had probably the sexiest dream about you ever, and a nice long nap if the way I feel is any indication, and you look better too!  Let me just handle this other craziness my own way.”  I demanded.

“By ignoring it?”  Ash offered, confused.

“I mean.. Maybe..”  I sighed, and dug my fingers into my hair.

“Well you can’t for long because I’m not the only one that needs fed, and I’m far from full.”  Ash murmured.  I groaned, shaking my head, but then relented.

“If it’s all as pleasant as that, I guess I can deal with it.”  I muttered, looking at Ash out of the corner of my eye.  Ash chuckled warily.

“Let’s start with something easy.  Sands!”  Ash called and Sands walked into the room, a vision in white.   I couldn’t help looking him up and down.  He was wearing a nice pair of fitted stone washed denims that had just the barest hint of powder blue left to them and a white tee that clung to his frame nicely.  Combined with his long, light colored hair, I sort of had one thought: yummy, which immediately made me blush.  He was an Angel, right?  Wasn’t it a sin to think such things?  “Harlee’s a little less freaked out about us today, and we know you need to replenish your Grace, so would you care to..?”  Ash motioned to the bed on the other side of me.

“Are you sure?  Harlee, are you ok with this?”  Sands asked me softly.

“Well, I mean, I don't know, what do you need from me?”  I hesitated, and here I was just thinking lustful thoughts..

“Angels get their power from the Divine.”  Sands explained, edging closer.  “Basically, we’re fueled or restored by our God.  Which in this case, you fill that roll for me now Harlee.”  I flinched.

“How did that happen?”  I asked uncertainly.  There’s no way I was anything near ‘god-like’.

“It’s love Harlee.  They get their power from love.  Pure, unadulterated, joyful, care-for-others-over-yourself-love.  It’s why Demons crave human souls so much.  They’ve forgotten how to love, or in a Fallen’s case, they were never capable.”  Ash whispered next to my ear, nuzzling my neck.  “Turns out, you’re full of the stuff.  An unimaginable source that’s converted Demons, sustained an Angel and created life.”  Ash’s gentle fingers traced my stomach.

“I did that?”  I muttered and Sands nodded, coming another step closer.

“The question is: can you find enough love in your heart to power an Angel now?”  Ash murmured, and I felt my heart swell as I looked at Sands’ nervous expression and tense body.  I held open my arms to him and he rushed across the room, falling into my embrace with a muffled sob, and my heart broke all over again.  I gently brushed his hair away from his face as he buried it in my shirt, and some dim part of me remembered doing something similar after…

“I did this when you Fell.”  I mumbled, the heartbreak intensifying.  No, it wasn’t just heartbreak.  I truly did have feelings for Sands, and Ash, and even Sam.  And..

“Zeev..”  The name fell from my lips like a lightning strike and suddenly I doubled over in pain, my chest felt like a ragged hole and Ash gripped me tight while Sands looked at me in fear.

“Ash, where’s Zeev?”  I panted.