1. Dark Angel Part 8


    Date: 7/1/2017, Categories: Fantasy & Sci-Fi, Author: Levanahyll, Rating: 2, Source: LushStories

    thousands of tiny bugs or needles prickling his skin. The holographic images around them fizzled off making a few of the hydrolifters’ occupants murmur in anger. The girl next to Ashriel stared up at him with a frown. The intensity of her stare made him uneasy. The doors to the lift opened a few times on different levels. Ashriel was dying to step out of the lift and away from her intense stare. Suddenly Eriel was there. He insinuated himself between Ashriel and the girl and slid his goggles and mask off. “Hi,” he said in a deep seductive voice. The girl’s eyes snapped to his face, her frowning mouth dropping open a bit. Eriel tilted his head a bit, letting his fake deep red hair slither over one of his shoulders. “Where are you headed?” The girl began to chew her gum again nervously. “My mama told me never to talk to pleasure workers.” Eriel chuckled, squaring his shoulders. “Your mama must know something very naughty about us.” “Your friend,” she began glancing quickly at Ashriel before her gaze became ensnared by Eriel again. “Forget my friend. He’s been hired. I’m just tagging along to see if I get lucky too.” Eriel reached out and traced the girls quivering lips before he stooped down and covered her mouth with his. Normally, Ashriel would have balked at seeing him try to corrupt such a young female, but he knew the girl was suspicious of him and Erie kissing her a bit would distract her until they could escape. It wasn’t as if he would try to fuck her right there in ...
    front of everybody. Of course, when Eriel did raise his hand with every intention of grabbing one pert little breast, Ashriel gripped his wrist and shook his head when Eriel turned to look at him questioningly. “It’s him,” the girl declared pointing at Ashriel. “All our devices malfunctioned because one of them is an ex-Edenian Master Guardian. One of those Alpha Angels. This one here is Ashriel of Angelos.” Ashriel paled, but all the occupants of the lift did was stare and murmur amongst themselves. Someone shuffled toward them and Ashriel cringed at his stench. The very dirty and ill kempt man grinned, showing green and black-stained teeth. His one eyes was milky white with a hint of a pupil beneath the meaty film covering it and the other was a metal ball with an actual brown iris sitting in the middle of it. “Trying to run away from the media, are you?” “Get lost,” Reiven growled. Eriel began shoving him away, but Seth put his hand out to stop them. “Can you help us?” Seth inquired making Ashriel’s brows shoot up his forehead. “Of course,” the man cackled. “I didn’t come over here for your fucking autographs.” He spat on the floor, making the reapers jump away. Ashriel wrinkled his nose at the green and red gob splattered on the floor. The man laughed and nodded toward the doors. “We get off on the next stop, my pretties.” “We’re not even half way down the city,” Ashriel pointed out. “I had some business to attend to, but your situation takes precedence, don’t you think?” ...
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