1. Dark Angel Part 13


    Date: 5/12/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 1, Source: LushStories

    The mood had definitely been broken. She felt sleepy when they re-entered the empty cabin. Ashriel held her close and kissed her languorously. “You look tired,” he said, his deep voice giving her chills. She smiled and murmured, “It’s been quite a day, sweetie.” With one hand, he pulled the comforter from her body and then gestured for her to climb on the huge bed. She watched him climb in after her, his naked body moving with masculine grace, typical for Seraphs. He was poetry in motion with his wings folded a little off his back and his dark hair hanging in his face. When they laid down next to each other, he rolled to his side and pulled her against his chest. She sighed and smiled when he stretched one wing over them. Who needed a comforter when you slept with a Seraph. His hand settled on her belly, caressing the baby bump, and his nose nuzzled into the curve of her neck. After he settled a sweet kiss there, she closed her eyes, snuggling her ass tighter against the rigid feel of his cock. With a final sigh, she drifted off surrounded by the warmth of his wing and body. She slept soundly for a long time. When she awakened, he’d gone. Sending out a tendril of power, she smiled when she felt his life force up in the helm along with Seth, her son and the reapers. She could feel two more life forces within the starcruiser—Chameleon’s and Rayne’s. Anniel rose after stretching her body and redressed. The corridor inside the starcruiser was cool with the scent of new metal. ...
    The walls were the same pearly pale grey shade from Alpha 7, but the floors were a charcoal black and had a rubbery feel to them. She headed toward the cabin where she’d felt Rayne’s life force. After giving a light knock on the door, she entered. Rayne lay on her back, her bright blue eyes staring blankly at the overhead bunk. She was a tiny thing, probably not more than five-foot-five. Her lashes were long and her nose pert over plump little rose-kissed lips. Jet-black hair spilled in a glossy river over the side of the bed. The cyborgs had dressed her in thin white gown that tied at the shoulders and sides in little bows. It was more utilitarian rather than pretty, but didn’t make the girl look any less pretty. Anniel sat slowly, with a hesitant smile. “Hey,” she whispered taking her little hand. It was so tiny and soft. Anniel felt a wave of pity fill her. Rayne didn’t even blink. Her face just blank. Biting her lip, she remembered seeing her for the first time. They’d all been power bound in a dungeon by an evil sorceress, unwilling participants in a black ritual. The girl lay naked on a stone alter as Lucien stood over her with Lucifer’s blade pointed at the middle of her chest. Anniel undid the top ties to Rayne’s gown and peeled the material down slowly, exposing little breasts. There was no scar, yet Lucien had run her through. The blade had slammed through her white flesh until the tip clanged loudly on the stone beneath her back. A river of blood had flowed from the ...
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