Immortal Women, Eternal Love

The Horniest Angel-3

“That doesn't explain these two,” Doriel said. She glanced at John, who was awake and looking at her with wide-eyed interest. “Can I hold him?” she asked. “I swear,” she said as Althea frowned at her doubtfully. “I swear to God Himself I will do nothing to harm him, his sister, you, or anyone else under your protection.”

She nodded slowly. “All right.” She unbuckled the little boy from the stroller. Doriel reached in and gathered up the wriggling bundle. “No no,” she said, laughing, as a chubby hand reached up and tugged at her hair. “Ow! He's got a good grip.” She busied herself untangling his fingers from her brown tresses.

Her eyes softened as she looked down at the little boy in her arms. “He's lovely,” she said softly, her fingers stroking the cap of blonde hair, the same color as Althea's. “You were telling me about how you acquired these two.”

“Was I? All right then.” She settled back more comfortably on the sofa. “When I was pulled out of my body, it was outside my home in broad daylight. Which was lucky for me, all things considered.

“Some good Samaritans called an ambulance, which took me to a hospital. My body stayed there for the next several days. My doctor was Yasna Marafi. She became infatuated with me.” She grimaced. “One of the dangers of being around one of us for too long.

“After I was returned to my body, Yasna moved in with Rachel and her family. It was for her own protection, since we had discovered that a demon-spawn had found out about me, and was intending to kill us all. By the time I had managed to trap and kill him, we were well on our way to falling in love.”

“And the children?” Doriel asked with growing impatience.

“I wanted children,” she said, her voice low. “I wanted them so badly.” A tear escaped and flowed down her cheek. She wiped it away roughly. “When I was in the hospital, Yasna ran tests on me. She discovered that...she found out...” She found herself blushing violently. She finished in a rush. “She found out that my v****a secretes an incredibly powerful spermicide when I am aroused. There was no way I could ever become pregnant through normal i*********e.

“So we cheated. We did an in vitro fertilization. Yasna had a friend. An amazing geneticist in Minnesota. She's a damned genius. With her help, we were able to do what everyone else thought was impossible. We used two of my eggs, and two of Yasna's. These two bundles of joy are the result.”

Doriel c****d her head. “Twins?”

“Of a sort. I suppose technically they're fraternal twins. We each carried one. Which was more than a bit strange, from my point of view. Having a tiny person inside me, dependent on me for everything...” she trailed off.

“When these two are a few years older, I intend to have more children.” She frowned. “It's a pity this country is so backward about its marriage laws. I have one legal wife. But in reality, I have four. And three husbands. I want to have all their children.” Her voice quavered. “I love them all so much. They saved me. I was living from day to day, not giving a damn about the future. They brought me back and taught me how to hope again, how to dream.”

Doriel was quiet for a long moment. Her finger stroked John's chubby cheek, and he turned into her caress with a happy, toothless smile. She found herself smiling back at him. He was so cute! “What will they be like? When they're older. Will they share your gifts?”

She sighed. “Gifts? Some days they have felt more like curses.” She dropped a kiss on the sable mass of Lillian's hair, so like that of Yasna. Her daughter resembled her wife, down to her dark eyes and olive-toned skin. John was more like her, with golden skin and dark blond hair. “I don't know,” she finally said. “Some days it seems that it would be better if they did not. Maybe it would be better if they were fully human. There have been dark times in my life. Days when I have cursed my father's blood within me.

“But I do not think that will be the case. Even if they can only claim their angelic heritage through their grandfather, that blood runs strong. I can already see the signs within them. They are very...sensual...children. They like soft things, like plush toys and pillows. They love to be held and kissed. I think that when they grow up, the arts of love will come to them easily.

“And I also fear they will be targets of the demon-spawn, and I will train them to defend themselves. And to kill if necessary.”

The angel sighed, shaking her head. “I cannot understand.” She raised her eyes to meet Althea's. “I do not fault you. A child is not responsible for her birth. But what your father did, taking a human wife and siring children on her. I cannot comprehend defying God's will in such a fashion.

“Can you not?” Althea c****d her head curiously. Doriel seemed uncommonly imaginative for an angel. At the least, she was not slavishly obedient. And the mere fact that she could think about defying God's will was a considerable leap for most angels. Althea had met several, both among the Fallen and among their heaven-dwelling kin, back when the world was young. Many were not all that different from some humans she had known. Every question about religion and personal responsibility was thrown back to God and his divine Plan. “It's not that strange, you know. Lilith, my mother, had been cast out of the Garden for having the audacity to not submit to Adam's rule. And my father had been thrown out of heaven for daring to question God's will.

“Was it any surprise that when they met, they each found a kindred spirit in the other? And I am sure it made their love all the sweeter.”

“What did?”

“The danger.” She set Lillian down in the stroller. The sleeping infant gave an inelegant burp, and nestled down in her bed of blankets. Under the pretense of feeding John, she slipped the other strap of her dress off her shoulder, not bothering to raise the first. Now naked to the waist, she took her son from Doriel's arms. She sighed contentedly as her son's mouth closed around her n****e and her milk began to flow.

“Someone is going to see you,” Doriel observed. Her voice was low, but her eyes were wide at her shameless display.

“No one will notice who I don't want to notice. I am a succubus. I have more than enough power to hide us from prying eyes.” Little John was not very hungry. After only a minute or two of nursing, he turned his head away from her breast. She extended her thought into his mind, already going drowsy. He was well-content, warm and loved and with a full belly. She set him down beside his sister, hiding a smile. The two were always happier when they were close; a situation Althea was sure would continue into their adulthoods.

“You cannot know what it is like, Doriel. When you are doing something you know is forbidden. The rush of excitement throughout your body.” She set a hand on the angel's thigh, feeling the slow burn of heat begin in her middle. Did she dare? Could she dare? She leaned close, catching her eyes with her own. She did not try to use her powers. Only the most basic one of all. Her own beauty.

“It rushes through you, making an activity which is pleasant into an ecstatic one. When I am bedding Yasna, or Alex, or Maria, or best of all, some combination of them, along with my other wives and husbands, I know there are thousands, millions of humans who would disapprove. Who would condemn our love as unnatural or evil.”

The hem of the dress had ridden high as she spoke, gathered in her grasping fingers. She pushed it even higher, exposing the lovely lines of Doriel's thighs. Her skin was softer and smoother than silk. “Father told me what s*x was like, among the angels,” she whispered. “Almost an art of its own. But is there passion? Is there true desire? Is there the sense of spitting in the face of death itself, knowing our days are numbered, and each crumb of happiness we seize is a candle lit in defiance of the darkness?”

Doriel shook her head. Althea could feel her trembling. “No. There is not.”

God, she was soaking. She was as wet as she had ever been for Rachel, or Maria, or Yasna. Or her wonderful husbands, for so she considered them in her own mind. She knelt in front of the angel, parting her thighs. “Let me show you,” she said, pulling down a fragrant wisp of underwear.

“Let me show you.”

*****

As the succubus knelt in front of her, Doriel's mind was a whirlwind of confused emotion. Part of her knew, in fact insisted, that she should put an end to this. She had been sent to find out the truth about Althea's children. Once that task had been accomplished, she should have returned to heaven to give her report to Michael.

Althea had told her the truth. She was sure of it. The woman had not tried to hide anything from her. In fact, she seemed to take a perverse amount of pride in her children's birth, as if by flouting the will of God, she had won a victory of sorts.

And why not, Doriel? a voice whispered in the back of her mind. If God did not mean for them to be born, they would not have been born. He controls all, and the world and everything in it is done by his design alone.

But are we puppets then? Mindless automatons merely created for His amusement?

She cut off the pointless argument. It was the eternal debate that raged among angels, and God had never seen fit to answer it. Did his creations have free will? Or merely the illusion of it?

If I have free will, I am free to choose this. And if I don't, then it is God's will that it happens. I can't lose. She stifled a hysterical giggle.

Althea looked up at her from her kneeling position. Her eyes were an arresting shade of dark green, bringing to mind lush grass in a fertile field. Her hands had pushed the hem of her dress all the way up to her waist, a fitting counterpoint to her own garment, which hung from her hips in ragged folds. “If you don't want this,” she said softly, “tell me to stop now. I have never bedded anyone unwillingly. And I will not.”

She shook her head. Not in negation. “I confess, I am curious,” she said, trying to keep a superior tone. She had already seen how much that irritated Althea. “Does a succubus, the mongrel offspring of one rejected by God, think she knows more about pleasing a woman that one of heaven's own?”

Althea's eyes flashed in humorous annoyance. “You know nothing. Nothing at all.” Her hands lifted her bottom effortlessly, drawing her forward until she was perched on the edge of the couch. She leaned forward, her lips a hair's breadth away from her folds. She inhaled deeply, then blew a breath of warm air across her nether-lips.

So. She has some skill after all. Doriel closed her eyes against a shiver of pleasure. She hadn't been sure what she had expected. Taking rumors about the appetites of the succubi into account, she had half-feared a clumsy assault on her womanhood. But to the contrary, Althea seemed determined to madden her with patience. She withdrew until her face was between her knees. Then, with delicate licks and tiny nibbles, she began to move slowly up her legs. At the same time, her hands caressed her tenderly, from calf to knee to thigh to hip and back down again. Each movement was carefully orchestrated, designed to bring her to a fever pitch of desire. Despite her reservations, she could feel her arousal grow as Althea's lips caressed her inner thighs. With every kiss, her tongue came out, a wet spot of heat tasting her skin. The heat slowly traveled through her body, inciting an answering echo in her loins.