Immortal Women, Eternal Love

The Horniest Angel-2

Despite herself, Doriel was impressed. As succubi and incubi were the half-human children of angels, demon-spawn were the half-demon spawn of the Pit, the loathsome offspring of those who escaped eternal captivity and seduced humans into mating with them. They bore the seeds of their angelic origins within them, though they were born of suffering and pain. To send over a hundred into the abyss which waited for their souls marked Althea as a warrior of incredible skill and resolve.

“Right.” The archangel nodded. “I expect to see you back here in less than a week. Any longer than that, and I send a retrieval squad in after you.”

He stood. “Good luck.”

*****

I'm bored, Althea Carpenter thought.

She wheeled the twin stroller through the bookstore, idly glancing at the titles as they passed by. Bujold, Carey, Kowal, Lee, Scalzi. She had read them all. She sighed. I need to find something new to read.

Or someone new to screw.

Of course, she thought wryly, one would think that having both a wife and five lovers would be enough even for a succubus, whose blood ran hot, and for whom s*x was both a pleasant activity and a physical need. She sighed. But her wife was working a double shift at the hospital, assisting in a delicate piece of surgery on a young child. And Alex and his wife Maria were on tour with his theater company, showing the latest edition of Our Town throughout the small towns of northern Illinois and southern Wisconsin, and garnering good reviews for their eventual move to Hollywood.

Rachel, the woman whose mind she had been forced into many months ago, when first she became entangled with her family, was working on an important environmental case, and was at a pre-trial conference with her fellow attorneys. And her husband Joshua was barricaded inside his studio, working on a new project. Even Althea had learned not to bother him when he was in the throes of artistic fervor. And their daughter Sarah and her husband Jeremy were out of town. Sarah, an aspiring chef of no little skill, had an interview at a restaurant in Boston. While not the position in New York or LA she hungered for, it was one more stepping stone on the path that would give her the experience she needed before she opened her own place in Chicago. Sarah was tiresomely heterosexual, and not even Althea had been able to seduce her to her bed, but she was willing to share her husband.

It had been, she thought carefully, nearly two full days since she'd had an o****m. Which was far, far longer than what she had grown accustomed to over the past two years. And after becoming used to having a bevy of lovers on call, she was strangely unwilling to take matters into her own hands, as it were.

Lily began to meep hungrily, and Althea smiled fondly. After six thousand childless years, her desire for a baby of her own had become a desperate need, but one she thought would never bear fruit. When Yasna had told her she could give her what she most wanted, she had been driven to blank incomprehension. But her future wife had been right. With the help of an incredibly skilled geneticist, she had born Lily four months ago. And Yasna had given birth to her almost-twin John a few days later.

She sat on a comfortable sofa, put there for the ease of patrons who might want to spend a few moments reading before purchasing their books, and pulled Lily out of her half of the stroller. John was dead to the world, a bubble of drool clinging to his tiny lips. She slid the strap of her dress down over one swollen breast, and let her daughter suckle. She sighed in relief as her milk began to flow into the eager little mouth.

“She's beautiful,” came a voice to her left. “What's her name?”

“Lillian,” she answered, smiling at the young woman. She paused, looking deeper, and her heart filled with sudden terror. She stood, putting her body between John and the impossibly beautiful woman. From a hidden sheath at her belt she drew a knife, cursing the fact that she had left Atashe', her sword, at home. Lily, startled by the sudden movement, began to wail. John, brought to consciousness by his sister's frightened cries, echoed her.

“What do you want, angel?” The word was a curse when it came from her lips.

The woman held up open hands. “I am no threat to you.”

“You are no friend, either. You and your kind abandoned me and mine thousands of years ago. Why are you here?”

“Curiosity.”

“What?”

“Come now, Althea.” One elegant eyebrow rose. “Surely you must have realized that as soon as you bore a child there would be...questions.”

She's right, damn her. “And so what if there are?”

“Consider me a...preliminary investigator. Some of my superiors are curious. They mean you no harm. My word on it. But...” a long pause followed. “How on earth did you do it?” The wonderfully modulated voice was filled with frustration, and despite herself, Althea had to bite back a triumphant smile. “They are both your children. Even a blind man could see it. But our Lord's edict remains in force. How did you get around it?”

She eyed the angel for a long moment. Part of her was tempted to tell her to figure it out herself. But the repercussions of such an act would be beyond her control. Better to make nice instead. She patted the arm of the sofa. “Sit down, and I'll explain.”

The angel sat down gingerly, as if the sofa was a land mine, and would explode if she made a false move. Sheathing her knife, Althea sat beside her. “What's your name?”

“Doriel.”

She blinked. “I think...I think my father spoke of you. Before he followed my mother through the dark gate. His name was Imriel.”

“Imriel.” The dark eyes softened. “I knew him. He was a good angel. A very good angel. We were lovers for a time. It shocked me when I learned he had joined the Fallen.”

Althea bit back harsh words. Her father's exile had been due more to the stubbornness of God than to any ill deeds on his part. But when faced with an actual angel, one learned to temper ones responses. “I miss him every day. My mother as well.”

“Your mother. Lilith. Is this one,” she nodded towards Lily, “named after her?”

She raised her chin. “There are limits to how far I will mock God. Even for me. Lillian is named after the good friend of my wife.” She stressed the final word. “Do you have a problem with that?” she spat, her eyes challenging.

“Indeed not. I have had several female lovers in my time. It's a pity humans have so badly misinterpreted the word of God. I am relieved they are finally struggling towards the truth. Love is love.”

“Your God could have done quite a bit more, if He had bothered to get off His ass. For instance, He could have told His self-appointed interpreters they were all full of crap. But I expect that would have been asking too much. He hasn't done a damn thing in two thousand years. Why should I expect that He'll actually try to make people's lives better? He certainly hasn't done anything recently.”

The gloriously beautiful woman sat upright, her face filled with outrage. “You dare!”

“Damn right I do. Where was He when me and my kin were fighting against the demon-spawn? Where was He when we were dying?” She glared at the gorgeous woman. Smug, self-satisfied b***h. “Where was He when my brothers died? My sisters? I had a dozen siblings, back when the world was young. Now I have but two.”

“He has a plan. He has not shared it with me.”

She sighed, her anger running out of her. “Nor me.” She closed her eyes. It was useless to spend her anger on this woman. She was as powerless, in her own way, as she was.

She studied her through narrowed eyes. Whoever said that brown-haired girls were boring never met her. Despite her instinctive antipathy for angels, she was mesmerized by Doriel's beauty. To human eyes, she might appear as an attractive young woman just escaping her teenage years. But Althea saw through the illusion. Chocolate-brown hair framed a face of sculpted perfection. High cheekbones and a firm, sensual mouth drew her gaze, and her eyes were dark and deep, shadowy pools that a woman could fall into and drown.

She felt her pulse began to beat hard in the junction of her thighs, and bit back a sudden spasm of longing. She ached to strip her out of the floral-print sun dress she was wearing, and feast on her magnificent body. Her mouth grew dry as she wondered what the spot between her legs would taste like, and whether she shared the desires of her sister Lucifer, who would occasionally take a male body. The better, she said with wicked eyes, to understand humanity. Would Doriel want to ride her, a new-grown c**k thrusting into her sheath?

She shook her head, hard, dispelling the tempting vision. Suddenly she had a new-found sympathy for her mother, who had fallen under her father Imriel's spell thousands of years ago. The allure of angelic beauty was great. But it hadn't only been the draw of Imriel's beauty or the lure of the forbidden; her parents had loved each other as well, that she knew. Had loved with a fiery intensity which had burned brighter despite the knowledge that they only had a short span of years together. When her mother died, her father chose death rather than to continue his life without her.

“A little over two years ago,” she heard her voice say, “A young man attempted a spell. I was the target. He meant to pull me out of my body, and send me into the mind of a young woman he desired. It was his belief,” she continued, as Doriel's eyes grew round with horror, “that with my spirit inside her, the woman would be helpless to resist him, which would allow him to take her. Sexually.”

Doriel swallowed. “That's...that's even worse than r**e. He would be violating both of you.”

She nodded grimly.

The angel's hand reached out, perhaps to comfort her, then stopped, as if encountering a hidden barrier. “Is that why you are so strongly warded?” she asked.

She nodded. “For that reason. And for the children.” She looked down fondly at little Lillian, who was hungrily rooting at her n****e again. “If anyone wants to get to them or my family, they will have to break through the strongest wards I can create.

“Anyway,” she continued. “That i***t never had a chance. He botched the ritual, and I was pulled into his mind instead.” She shuddered in disgust. “It was a sewer. Fortunately, the police showed up right about then. They had received a k********g report, and a witness had seen him dragging that poor girl into the warehouse.

“He panicked and ran out into traffic. Got hit by a bus,” she said with vicious satisfaction, “and died almost instantly.”

“But-” Doriel wrinkled her brow. “Shouldn't you have died, too? From what I understand about sharing minds, if the host dies, the...passenger dies as well.”

She nodded. “It was close. It was very, very close.” She still woke up sometimes, her skin clammy and panting for breath, gripped in that nightmare, feeling herself being pulled down into the dark. She didn't know what afterlife existed for her kind, and she was not tempted to find out. “Luckily, a woman had seen the accident and had stopped to help.

“Her name was Rachel. I had just enough power to transfer my mind into her body.” She allowed herself a smirk. “After some...encouragement...I had pulled enough power from her s****l activities to transfer back into my body.”