Angel Wings

Since Captured! appears to be a bit dead at the moment, I've decided to put up this bit of cheesy nonsense. I adore Angels and Devils/demons, and lately I've been leaping at the chance to add them into stories. These two have, within the past two hours, shoved themselves into my mind and created their own world, so I might write a proper story with them.

For now, just sit back and enjoy the fluff.

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Beirn sighed. Depression crowded his mind, even though he had no reason for it. He was one of the heroes that had turned around the failing battle of the Kingdoms against the Devils so that, not only had they halted the advancing enemy forces, but they had actually regained their lost territory and eventually won against insurmountable odds. He had single-handedly defeated the Devil General, Kes’tosan, a feat no other mortal, neither living nor dead, could boast.

Because of their impressive battle against the Devils, the Angels, a highly elite lot that barely recognised mortals as creatures capable of thought, they were welcome into the Angel Council (a decision that many Angels protested, of course). They weren’t quite members, but they carried weight in decisions the Council made concerning mortals. It was a dizzying honour, that none of them took lightly.

And, to top it off like a shining ruby on a pile of gold, he had an Angel- an actual Angel- as his wife- beautiful, charming, and intelligent, and all his.

And yet, miserable darkness clawed at his thoughts like a savage creature. There must have been something wrong with him, to depress him so.

He sighed again, and Yselle, his wife, turned to look at him with dark, sleepy eyes.

“What is it, love?” she asked sleepily, turning over to cuddle into his large frame. She was so small- petite and seemingly fragile- but there was immense power held within her delicate features. “You’ve been moody all night.”

Once again, he was captured by her voice. Angels, not living on the same plane of existence, spoke in a different way, a soothing, almost musical tone that he could listen to for hours (and given the length of many Council meetings, that was a very, very good thing).

“It’s nothing, Yselle, go to sleep,” he murmured, smiling at her.

He was met with a stony gaze. Angels didn’t really approve of lying, and they could always tell if a mortal was lying. It made for a great difficulty in surprising her- but all the more rewarding.

Another sigh escaped from his lips, deciding it would be easier to just come out with it instead of dodging the question all night, just to spill it all out regardless. “I don’t know, Yselle, I really don’t. I have all this reason to be happy, and yet… I’m not.”

“You have done more than the average mortal, love,” she murmured, “It will take some time to absorb all that has happened.”

“It’s like a dream. I’m expecting to wake up one day, back to being a bedraggled soldier with no future, the world all the more bleak because of all this,” he admitted, pulling her closer. Her presence was comforting- and very soft. He found himself somewhat distracted by this.

“It will pass, love.”

He looked rueful. “To be honest, I find myself wondering if you’re here only because the Council gifted you to me.”

Yselle rolled atop him, straddling his stomach and looking down. Her fine gold hair spilled around her face, pooling on her shoulders, and curving around her breasts- which had his full attention at this point. Bright golden eyes stared down at him with an intense inner light.

“As an Angel, I have my choice of anyone I wish. None can resist an Angel, we appearing as the desires of men, and I could have picked anyone from the past, the present, or the future.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that,” Beirn said, a tad mournfully.

She bent, brushing her mouth against his. “I am with you, love, because I chose it, not the council nor anyone else. I chose you, because you are the greatest man alive, that ever was or will be, in my eyes, and I love you with all my essence.”

Beirn knew as much- she said it often enough-, but hearing it lifted the depression off of him, lightening his mood. He rolled Yselle underneath him, kissing her firmly. “Have I mentioned that I love you?”

“Oh, many times,” she replied, wrapping her arms around him to bring him closer. “But it is ever so nice to hear it.”

“I agree…” he said, brushing lips against her brow. “You know just what to say, Yselle, to bring me up from my broodings- you always have.”

She smirked at him then. “That’s not all I bring up…!”

She was silenced by another kiss, firmer and a little more demanding than before, but she didn’t really mind overmuch- if her enthusiastic response was anything to go by.

Glad that they had already discarded with their clothes earlier that night, he set his hands to more interesting things than undoing clasps or untying knots. She was soft, like silk, and he felt that he could spend several lifetimes exploring her body, and never get enough.

Yselle moaned softly as she felt his hands, rough from years of harsh conditions and sword work. They cupped her breasts gently, the thumbs brushing against taut nipples softly, gently fanning the flames of desire ever higher. Wanting more, she arched her back, pressing her breasts firmly into his hands, delighting in the swirls of pleasure from such a simple movement. It didn’t take much to arouse her, which suited her just fine- she hated to wait, and intimacy with Beirn was an activity that she loved.

It was so much more than satisfying a physical urge- it was a melding of their souls in the most profound expression of love that there was, passing beyond the realm of explanation, and it was something that was theirs, just the two of them, to cherish for eternity. Even the Angels, as strict as they were about purity, could not condemn this act, for it transcended all, even the immortals.

Beirn lifted his head, breathing shakily as he looked down into his wife’s golden eyes, grown dark with desire. He kissed her mouth once more, before moving down to place soft kissed on her neck, to her collarbone, to the swell of her breast. She moaned again, which aroused him all the further, and he shifted so he could take one, taught nipple into his mouth, sucking gentle while laving the mauve bud with his tongue.

She shivered, her hands moving behind his head to press him closer, wanting more. Her legs moved restlessly between his, stroking his calves and thighs with maddening softness. One hand went to tease the other breast, while its partner drifted in lazy patterns down her belly and across her hip, curving along her thigh to the knee before stroking upward along her inner thigh, gently nudging her legs apart to tease the treasure between.

Her breath caught, and she moaned harshly as he touched her, pressing against the swollen bud that was the centre of her arousal, rubbing gently, stoking her desire ever higher, until she felt as if she were burning from it.

“Beirn… anaphé…love… please, you’re going to drive me mad,” she groaned, arching higher from the pleasure.

He smiled against her breast, glancing up at her from behind black locks that had fallen into his eyes. “You’re so impatient, anaph,” he murmured, “You should learn to wait.”

“Patience never got me anywhere,” she muttered, tugging him upwards to kiss his impudent mouth. “If I can get something right away, I want it.”

“But isn’t it all the better for the wait?” He teased, even as he settled between her thighs, using one hand to push her legs apart.

“My ass- ow!” She yelped, as he nipped her shoulder.

“Watch your language,” he chided, kissing gently where he bit. “Or I’ll have to punish you.”

“Promise?”

He laughed, kissing her deeply, coaxing her tongue to play with his as he positioned himself for the invasion. She was more than ready, her petite frame taut with anticipation and desire. He wouldn’t have been surprised if merely the entry brought her over the edge.

Beirn looked into her eyes once more, and he pushed into her, watching her pupils dilate until the gold was merely a thin ring. Her mouth parted, letting in a quick intake of air as jolts of delicious pleasure shot into her as he penetrated deeper, deeper…

Long legs curled around his, drawing him closer. It was such a sharp pleasure that it was nearly pain, and she moaned as if tortured, arching into him. His breathing was ragged as he finally sheathed himself inside her receptive body, pleasure throbbing through him like the ocean current.

“Anaphé… anaphé…”she moaned, nearly weeping as he began the slow moment within her, coaxing her body into higher and higher levels of sensation. It was the closest, she felt, to dying she would ever feel. It was too much, too much…!

He groaned as he felt her tighten around him, as she cried out in ecstasy. She was beautiful, so beautiful, as her pleasure washed over her, her face flushed, eyes bright with tears. He bent to kiss her, swallowing her moans as he tasted her. He began to move faster, and a little harder, crushing her beneath him as he once more claimed her as his.

She had barely recovered from her climax, before she was swept into another ocean of sensation, and she moved with him, holding onto him tightly, kissing him in return with a passion that only those truly in love could give, as he stroked her inside and out. One rough hand slid between them, down her belly, to rub against the sensitive bud, as he began to move even faster, almost urgent.

Her voice sounded strange to her ears, moaning and whimpering, crying out as she felt another surge begin to take her, stronger than before. It was like being a virgin again, feeling pleasure for the first time and being caught completely unaware, sent adrift with only Beirn to hold onto.

As she convulsed, reaching ecstasy once more, he groaned harshly, his body shivering, and he abandoned himself to his need, gripping her hips so that he could thrust deeply within her, hard and fast and primal, which strengthened her ecstasy and brought about his own, as he stiffened against her, crying out as he felt the jolts of pleasure shooting up his spine.

He collapsed, spent, breathing raggedly, onto her trembling body, and he was vaguely aware of her weeping. Struggling to push himself upright, he cradled her face gently between his hands and kissed her tears away.

“Shh, sh… it’s alright, little one,” he murmured, “It’s alright…”

She sniffed, and looked up at him, slightly embarrassed by her behaviour. “I’m sorry,” she said softly, “It was just… so much, at the end…”

“I understand.” He smiled, his eyes as full of love as he gazed own at her. “You don’t have to apologise for anything.”

He gently disengaged himself from her, pulling her close. He pulled the blankets over them, kissing her softly.

“Beirn?”

“Hmmm?” Despite the lethargy brought on by ecstasy, he was alert to his little Angel wife. She scarcely ever used his name, preferring “love” or “anaphé”, unless there was something important to tell him.

“I love you.”

Smiling and stroking her hair, he closed his eyes as he replied, “And I love you.”




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Aww. Even I have to admit how horribly corny that was, but who doesn’t like to read a warm, fuzzy romance scene every once in a while? (She glances at her shelf of romance novels.).

For anyone wondering, “anaphé” is what female Angels use to address their one love. “Anaph is what males use.

I hope you enjoyed this. I certainly enjoyed writing it