AOD Ch. 04

They didn't get along very well. The wolves would growl at the cats who would hiss in answer.

Davariel watched them as they separated once inside to investigate the various rooms in the mansion-sized dwelling. They were all in human form, and he thought it a shame they couldn't appreciate each other's beauty. They really were all very attractive.

"I don't like that bad-boy smile on your sweet face," Luciel commented dryly next to him. "What naughty perversion are you planning now?"

"Me?" He tried to look shocked, but couldn't help laughing.

"You are such a naughty angel." She shook her head in admonishment, trying not to smile, but failed.

Those were the words she'd spoken that morning, reminding him, he hadn't fucked her in a few hours. His cock demanded to be fed.

He gripped her with a lusty growl, pulling her protesting to the shiny grey floor. Her squeals echoed in the grand entryway, which boasted massive vaulted ceilings with big panes of glass, giving the impression of being outside.

He froze, after ripping off her skimpy panties.

"Davariel. What is wrong with you? We're going to be caught with our drawers down again. Dava?"

Something shiny caught his attention down the hall. He rose, pulling her up with him, her ruined panties in his free hand.

"Baby, what's wrong?"

"Is that a mirror?" He frowned.

They walked to the left, passing the glass doors in the parlor beyond the entryway. There was a wide corridor that led past an ultra-modern, food preparation gallery into a round, tower-like, glass breakfast area and finally into a vast gathering hall. Here, too, were ceiling to floor panes of glass that looked out to the ocean. There was a colossal fireplace on the facing wall when one entered. It had a mirror over its mantle that went up about sixty-feet to the vaulted ceiling. The mirror reflected the second and third levels of the house.

A mated couple from the wolf pack looked down, before continuing their exploration of their new home. They had a one-year-old daughter named Anniel, who loved touching the twins saying pwitty baby.

Davariel stared at the mammoth mirror, feeling apprehension. He didn't like mirrors knowing how easy it was for demons and devils to travel through them. He'd had the ones in their room back at the Edenian were-tigri compound removed for the same reason. This one was going too—as soon as possible.

"Baby?" Her fingers threaded through his wet hair.

He turned and wrapped her in his arms. "Don't mind me, my love. Have I told you that I love you today?"

"Only about a thousand times." He felt her smile into his chest. "I love you too, Davariel." He closed his eyes to revel in those words. "That love is only rivaled by the love I feel for Devon and Lucien."

He chuckled. "I don't mind sharing your heart with those two little gluttons—as long as they get their own mates when they're old enough to fuck."

"Dava," she looked at him in shock.

He only chuckled. "Where were we, my love?" He growled as his hand lifted the loose colorful caftan she wore and grabbed her cute little ass. "Ah, yes... I was going to fuck you within an inch of your life."

She gasped, trying to resist him. It only incited him further. It was a game they played. One he enjoyed immensely.

He pulled her hard against his chest as his hands squeezed her rear. She wiggled against him, feigning to struggle.

"Tell me, woman... your pussy or your mouth?" He nipped her neck, grinding his rigid length against her.

"No." She opened her mouth to say more, but he shoved his tongue into it.

He kissed her, biting at her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, forcing her to the floor with his superior strength. Breaking the kiss, he turned her over on her stomach. He licked his fingers and probed her anal star. He felt her flinch.

"My love, let me have you here."

Her wide blue eyes peered at him over her shoulder. "With that twelve inch anti-matter canon? Are you out of mind?"

He chuckled at her strange way of speaking. "It won't hurt, baby. I promise."

"Yeah, right."

She obviously didn't believe him. Smart girl. "Then I'll kiss it and make it better." He gripped her waist and began rubbing against her. He could see the apprehension in her eyes. Davariel knew he could give her pleasure, but she was too frightened to let him. He was just going to have to show her there was nothing to fear.

Davariel awakened amidst a sea of limbs and naked bodies. He felt dizzy, as if he'd had too much to drink. What the hell happened? Everyone around him was unconscious...including Luciel. He struggled to sit up, holding her so that she didn't fall to the floor. She was lying on his chest. Remuel was lying with his head on her stomach. Snippets of memory came to him, until he finally remembered....

His heart beat loudly as he hugged Luciel to himself. I did this.

He remembered the words from the entity that held him in the dream...I'm a succubus. You, my son, are a cambion.

"I'm a monster."

Fear curled in the pit of his stomach. He'd been making love to Luci and then he'd just...lost all control. He noticed tigers and wolves laying over each other. Even the reapers were unconscious. Everyone was going to be extremely angry with him.

Crying drew his attention. He scrambled to his feet, scooping Luciel's sleeping form in his arms and hurried to find his sons.

He found them alone in their nursery.

Luciel had this room prepared for the arrival of the twins. Plush cream carpeting covered the entire floor. There was only one solid wall and it had the holographic image of realistic moving billowy clouds on it. The rest of the walls were glass. The room had cream-colored drapes that were slightly open allowing a bit of the bright sun into the room. Hundreds of toys lined low shelves and in the very center of the room were two round cribs made of brushed silver steel and glass.

Devon and Lucien fussed, their little arms and legs flailing. Already, he noticed Devon trying to turn over. Lucien had part of a pillow stuffed into his mouth as he tried in vain to suck thinking it was his mommy's breast. His blond son was getting red-faced and riled.

Davariel placed Luciel on a plush couch, then rushed to his baby boys.

He took Lucien first, because the baby was more demanding than Devon, and hurried to Luciel. Half way there he gasped in shock when little Luke latched onto his nipple.

"Ow. Sorry to tell you this, little one, but there's no milk in there. Wow. You suck hard."

Lucien's piercing cry rang throughout the room when his vigorous sucking produced no satisfying milk.

"Don't cry, my baby boy. Here...here's mommy's teet for you."

Davariel placed Lucien at Luciel's breast, hoping she didn't have to be conscious for the milk to flow. Sniffling loudly, the baby latched on. He suckled for a few seconds, but had worked himself into such an anxious state he continued to cry without consolation.

Davariel kissed his downy head and stroked his quivering little body trying to soothe him. In a soft lulling voice, he began to sing a lullaby he'd heard the dragons sing to them.

Lucien calmed down and nursed with a tremulous sigh.

Davariel turned to look at Devon, knowing that he should be nursing too. The baby had managed to turn over and bobbed his head trying to keep it raised. The glowing blue eyes seemed to be searching for something. Was he looking for his twin? His rosy lips began to pout as he sniffled. Soon Devon was crying heartbroken.

Davariel's own heart twisted in agony. They would suffer if separated. If anything were to happen to Luciel and him...they could not remain together until they were older. It was the only way they would be safe.

Bowing his head, he cursed himself. He'd brought two innocents into this realm carrying his cursed blood. Now they would suffer because of it...because of their father.

What have I done?

Luciel heard a beautiful masculine voice singing.

". . . Waiting for the winter sun...and the cold light of day...."

She stirred, feeling disorientated. The last thing she recalled was...Davariel and Remuel kissing each other—Holy crap. Dava made Remu go down on me. They both made me c.... She gasped and clamped her thighs tight with a moan. Drakken was right. Davariel was losing control more and more to sate his hunger.

"I throw myself into the sea...release the wave...let it wash over me . . ."

Again, the singing drew her attention. Blinking open her eyes, she discovered herself naked on the cream-colored couch in the twins nursery. One of the balcony's glass panes was open, making the billowy cream curtains dance delicately with the tropical ocean breeze.

". . . to face the fear...I once believed...the tears of the dragon...for you and for me."

She rose, wondering if this was another one of Davariel's projected dreams, and drifted dazed to the open balcony.

The sight took her breath away.

Davariel sat reclined on a lounger. His hair draped over the back of the chair and moved like the silken curtains in the breeze. His sinewy body was relaxed, naked except for the large pillow covering his loins, upon which he'd reclined the babies' plump little bodies. They were also naked, moving their chubby legs and smiling up in adoration into their father's face.

He stopped singing and turned his head to her. She almost wanted to cry, fall to her knees and beg him to continue.

She bit her tongue instead, knowing his ability to enthrall made him uncomfortable. Still, he regarded her with those big, brilliant, blue irises. They barely glowed anymore, revealing how beautiful and rare the original color was; a shock of vibrant blue surrounded by a dark ring.

"Trying to get the boys used to your nudist ways, eh?"

His lips kicked up in a lazy smile. "They don't like clothes either. Look how happy and free they seem now." He gripped two little ankles and brought his head down to kiss their pudgy feet. They gurgled in delight, flailing tiny fists. "My love, you're too far away. Come join us."

She'd barely finished snuggling up to him when he began devouring her mouth.

"Davariel, the babes."

"The babes will delight in seeing how much their parents love each other," he groaned against her lips. "Luci, my Luci...I love you so much it hurts."

"Oh, Dava...."

She let him kiss her, but then he stiffened and looked down.

Luciel covered her mouth trying to stifle her guffaw. Two little streams wet his muscled belly. The babies squealed in delight at their shocked father. "Oh, yeah. They definitely look free and happy now, Dava. Let's just hope they don't free anything else."

Later, that evening, Drakken returned to find Davariel trying to apologize and convince everyone to gather for dinner.

The vampire didn't ask anything, only watched in amusement. From what little he heard, it seemed as though he'd missed out on an exquisite orgy. Davariel's cambion abilities were already manifesting themselves.

"You needed to feed, Davariel. You don't see them begging their food for forgiveness when they eat," he finally drawled.

"They're my friends, not food," Davariel answered, annoyed.

Drakken laughed. He remembered an Edenian cartoon about fish that said a similar thing. "Okay, Nemo, I gottcha."

"Now you're talking weird like Luci." Davariel screwed up his face in a confused grimace.

Drakken drifted to him, stopping a breath away from his lips. He sniffed at the cambion, rolling his eyes. "Your blood becomes cleaner of the evil that polluted it. You smell like...love, Davariel. I want a sip." He dipped his head and tasted Davariel's lips. The golden beauty tasted of chocolate, champagne...and lust in its purest essence. Drakken shuddered, feeling his fangs elongate.

"Haven't you indulged enough, vampire?"

Drakken ceased licking across Davariel's lush lips at the angry sound of Luciel's voice behind them. He frowned at her for interrupting his snack. "Do you ever tire of Davariel making love to you?"

Davariel snickered.

"How could you compare-" she began.

"Because, for me feeding is more pleasurable than sex," Drakken interjected. "Even Davariel feels more alive when he feeds from the sexual energy generated by others around him. Sex is just an appetizer."

Davariel snorted this time. When they both looked at him in irritation, he merely replied in Luciel's Edenian jargon, "not."

***

Luciel knew Davariel needed to feed this way as he came of age for a cambion, but seeing how he let others touch him so intimately made her feel jealous.

There were other problems arising as well. Seraphia's new high priest knew where they were. Ashriel had requested to meet with her in the Master Guardians' space station orbiting Sjoria.

She'd heard he was young, but she hadn't expected a boy as young as Abdiel. Ashriel was very impressive, though. Already, he towered over Luciel by at least a foot, and his body was more muscular than Dava's.

Luciel gave him a curt nod when she finally met him. The reaper looked like he never smiled, his handsome face wearing a perpetual scowl.

He folded his meaty arms over his chest, regarding her with keen, silver eyes. "How is Davariel?"

"In good health. Thank you." She kept her tone as cold and impersonal as his.

"And his spawn?"

Luciel gritted her teeth, reminding herself that different species of humanoids used different mannerisms of speech. "Our babies are fine."

Finally, Luciel saw emotion flash in the reaper's face. His eyes went as round as his mouth, and his wings folded straight back, as if praying. "Babies? Davariel has fathered a brood of demons?"

Luciel clenched her fists. "My babies are not demons."

Ashriel went back to scowling. "Davariel's blood was still tainted when he mated you."

The way he said mated made her feel dirty, like a whore. "He was changing. His blood wasn't black anymore. It was red."

Ashriel took a deep breath, his eyes narrowing to tiny slits. "And what color of blood do your babies carry?"

Luciel summoned her divine sword. "What does it matter? They're just babies. I believe they're entitled to free will because they carry my blood as well."

"You can't protect them forever, Luciel. I'll be watching...closely...always. If one of them so much as goes near any of the portals to hell...."

"Don't" Luciel's words hissed through clenched teeth "threaten my boys."

"How many are there?"

"They're twins."

"Identical?"

"No."

Ashriel buried his face in his hands and fell to his knees. "God, no. It isn't over yet then."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

Ashriel's head snapped back up. "Sit, because this is going to take a long time to explain, Master Guardian."

***

At dinnertime, everyone made their appearance, subdued. The only ones that laughed and chatted as if nothing happened were the reapers...of course. They had no decency.

Luciel did note, however, that the wolves no longer growled at the tigers and the latter no longer hissed whenever their hands happened to touch when reaching for something on the table.

Davariel's eyes glittered with happiness as he surveyed everyone around him. He practically glowed, looking more stunning than ever before.

She couldn't help staring at him. He was an angel. A real one...and he didn't even realize it...didn't remember fully. According to Ashriel, two more were missing. Their essences were either within one of the babes, or locked away somewhere else, lost.

God had created seven angels of love; he called them his Alpha angels. Lucifer had become jealous of them and cast them down into this realm.

The first one, the youngest of the seven, he'd turned into a horrible beast, with the head and tail of a lion, the horns and body of an ox, the talons and wings of an eagle, and thousands of eyes covering her deformed body. He then tossed her far, on the very outskirts of creation, alone.

The second angel, one of the stronger ones, had sprouted wings as she fell, trying to fly back up to heaven, but she fell upon a planet and shattered her new body. A kind-hearted humanoid tended to her until she grew strong again. Instead of leaving, she chose to remain because she'd fallen in love with the man. She became the mother of the Seraphian race.

Lucifer tried to seduce the third angel. When she refused his advances, he tossed her into this realm also, cursing her to become a slave to sex by turning her into a succubus.

As she fell, the last four angels saw what happened and confronted Lucifer. He pretended that it had all been an accident and pitched a golden rope down to save her. When the last four angels began pulling their sister up, Lucifer got behind them with the excuse that he was going to tether the rope to a column. What he did was finish pushing the last four into the portal to this realm. As the five angels hurtled down, they began crashing into each other. Since they still had no physical form, their essences combined into one, and finished trapped inside the angel turned succubus.

Davariel was born of her, and, as such, one or both of her babies was an angel in disguise. And one of those missing angels would be the one to set Lucifer free—an angel, with stars for eyes and hair of gold.

That night Davariel wore some of the clothing she had purchased for him; a loose fitting tunic with billowy sleeves that fit tight on his forearms. The tunic had a deep v cut exposing his sun-kissed chest. His blond hair poured like molten gold over his broad shoulders, past his trim waist, the candlelight making the abundant white streaks in it shimmer like silver. He wore a pair of black pants that molded to his lean hips and long sinewy legs like a dream. Knee-high boots finished the look, making him look rakish and sexy as hell.

Luciel watched as he gazed at everyone, his eyes brimming with love...for all of them. This was his true nature. He was an angel of love, after all. He turned his gaze to her and his eyes smoldered. The love he felt for her was special, more intense. He smiled.

After a while, the shyness seemed to evaporate and laughter drifted into the night air, perfumed with the lush flowers that grew beyond the balconies around the glass and steel mansion. The open glass panes in the dining room let in the ocean breeze and she activated the sound system to play soothing music for their entertainment.

Remuel retrieved a few bottles of liquor and soon everyone was pawing at each other again...this time without Davariel's intervention.

The heightened sensual tension affected Davariel the same way a bleeding wound would affect Drakken. Davariel panted as he watched two male wolves converge on a female weretigri. One fused his mouth to hers and the other slid his hand up her skirt to finger her. She moaned and opened her legs, allowing the male to play with her wet cunt, clearly visible to all since she wore no panties under her short skirt. Two of the reapers chuckled and began kissing, their hands stroking each other's straining erections. Luciel watched, mesmerized as one of the female wolves undid the ties to their pants, letting their cocks spring out. The girl grabbed both cocks and began licking and sucking each one into her hungry mouth. Both reapers caressed her hair and cheeks, thrusting into her lips as she devoured them.

The feel of her dress tearing had Luciel looking down at herself. Davariel was growling, his tongue lapping at her nipples as he finished tearing her dress off. Pushing her down into the cushions of the sofa they occupied, he crawled up her body and presented her with his cock. Luciel groaned taking his flesh into her mouth, hungry for the taste of it. Her angel moved above her with his beautiful grace, body undulating in an erotic dance as he fucked her mouth with smooth deep strokes.

"Lick her," he growled, making her frown until she felt the distinct feel of a tongue sliding up her slit. She would have cried out in passion, but Dava chose that moment to push his prick deeper into her throat.