1. Dark Angel Part 11


    Date: 9/25/2015, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    to show off her long legs now clad in patent leather thigh-high boots. Apeman wasn’t the only one enjoying the view. Ashriel’s jaw was slack as his eyes traveled up every inch of her slowly. She almost didn’t hear the Hazdraec speaking to her, too busy feeling herself begin to throb and grow wet with Ashriel’s heated perusal of her body. When his glittering gaze settled on her face though, his lips tightened into a thin line and his nostrils flared. Grey eyes flared beneath tightly drawn brows and fury just radiated off him. Oops... she thought to herself. Too bad. Cyneolle nudged her. “That’s fine,” Anniel coughed, not sure exactly what she was agreeing to. The entire hall fell silent. Even the strange cosmic music stopped. The Hazdraec stared at her dumbfound as well as the Gorgundts flanking the reapers. A tiny Bleep made its way toward them, its furry, round body a pale shade of blue and its little eyes blinking from the top of antennae-like protrusions. A snout resembling a long, thin horn tooted and bleeped at her. Her translator didn’t include the Bleep dialect unfortunately, but she guessed that he wanted some form of payment. One of his four arms raised a scanner to her. Okay. Cyneolle stepped up and swiped a clear chip over the machine making it blip green. Amazed murmuring went around the cavernous hall and the music started up again. She wasn’t sure what just transpired, but she had a feeling her son just unloaded a shitload of credits for both reapers. The ...
    Hazdraec wiped his sweating brow and grinned. “They’re yours until sunrise.” It was just Ashriel and Natanael. Eriel was nowhere to be seen. Anniel made herself stand taller, hoping silently that Eriel was okay. “Do you have any decent accommodations in this death-trap, or must I take my new toys elsewhere to play?” The Hazdraec coughed nervously. “Of course. After what you just paid, we’ll put you in the royal chambers.” The hideous ape-man chuckled. “I doubt Dred will be making use of them anymore.” That didn’t bode well for the king, but at the moment Anniel didn’t care. She just wanted to locate the missing reaper and leave. Apeman signaled them to follow. Ashriel began to shake his head, but Cyneolle gripped his arm and growled “walk.” After one last blistering scowl, Ashriel jerked his arm out of Cyn’s hold and stalked forward. Anniel had to remember how to breathe. He’d folded his wings back off his back. She could see how beautifully muscular his entire back was and the mouthwatering swell of each butt cheek exposed by the scanty soctanal he wore. Her eyes trailed down his long legs, sighing at how strong they looked. The wings separated and spread a bit, catching her gaze. Each filament glowed blue black and invited her touch. She almost ran into him when they boarded an elevator. He turned to face her just as she’d reached out to stroke his wings. Her hand ended up on his taut belly. He flinched, his eyes widening a bit. The kidnappers were staring at her interaction with ...
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