The Azra-El Series Ch. 13

Blaze wrapped his hands around her shoulders and raised his head to look into her eyes. He used his strength and hips to strongly and firmly grind into her groin and stomach, moving his body like the pressure of a masseuse's hands. He was pretty sure his dick did the same inside her.

"Close my mouth," Rebecca breathed, looking back at him with the same amount of passion he had for her.

Blaze gave Aurnia a quick glance before covering Becky's mouth with his hand. He loved the plushy touch of her wet lips against his fingers and he dug his hips deeper. He felt a hot and heavy breath against his hand and saw the vibrations of her throat as a muffled throaty groan escaped her lips.

Not allowing Rebecca the opportunity to reconsider, he applied more pressure on her lips, extending a knee out and using its leverage to grind into her faster and firmer. She responded by gripping him even more tightly and started licking his fingers in sync with the movement of his hips.

Rebecca's muffled moans and whimpers filled the otherwise silent room and the two angels started getting lost in their lust.

It was a miracle that Aurnia did not wake up to her sounds. The only consolation was that the bed was firm and made from a heavy wood, and it barely made any noise against the tiled floor.

"mmmmmmhhhh." Rebecca's eyes flew open and her body gave a final shudder. She crushed Blaze into her bosom and shivered as her fluids flooded his cock. He obviously chose to let go at that moment, wanting to join her and feel their bodies thrash together as their combined orgasms hit them.

He spread his knees, placed his face against her breast, and repeatedly pushed his hips into her as he continuously released himself into her depths.

After their orgasms slowly subsided, Blaze moved his hand away from her mouth and Rebecca let out a long and contended sigh.

"What are you doing?" they suddenly heard Aurnia's soft voice. Blaze immediately closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep, even though his head was turned the other way and most of it was under the quilt. Thankfully, their bodies were also mostly covered by the quilt.

Rebecca nervously glanced at her mother. "Er... Blaze Er was feeling a little cold..."

Aurnia curiously examined their positions. It was hard to miss that Blaze was lying on top of Rebecca and was using her naked breast as a pillow. "You seem quite close," she observed.

"I love her dearly, mother," Rebecca replied sincerely, and Blaze's hug tightened.

"You should just hatch a kid of your own and make me a real grandmother," Aurnia sighed wishfully.

"It will happen when the time comes. Just go to sleep, Ma," Rebecca admonished, and turned Blaze and herself around.

Even though he was in no way ready to have a kid, in that moment, Blaze wished that angels could get pregnant. He tightly clutched her back and snuggled into her soft breasts, and Rebecca returned the hug with the same fervor by wrapping him within her arms and legs. They slowly drifted into sleep to the rapid but rhythmic beat of their hearts, leaving his member inside her to slowly shrink and dislodge on its own.

oOo

Aurnia made them a quick breakfast the next morning. And before they left, Rebecca promised to visit her later in the evening, while Blaze invited her to visit Varan.

He really liked the old lady and her stories. He had missed twenty years of growing up in this world, and stories and myths were one of the best ways to fill that cultural gap.

They met up with Elyssa and Astrid at the manor and decided to attend the Regnabage parade. The duchess didn't require their presence until midafternoon.

The Aranyan carnival was the second largest Regnbage celebration, after the one held at the capital of the Holy Caledonian Empire, and they had to get into their costumes to attend the festival.

Blaze had been looking forward to Astrid's costume, but when he saw it, he couldn't help but be slightly disappointed. It wasn't that it was not lovely, but she proved his words wrong. On the other hand, he did have fun helping Rebecca with the various parts of her Kolgotki armor.

Astrid wore a skin tight, golden yellow leather suit with a wide cleavage that plunged deep into her groin. The suit went down to her knees but had wide tapered openings at the sides, starting from her underarms. A couple of red knee-high boots and a red arm cannon finished her costume.

"What are you supposed to be, Samus?" Blaze asked her drolly.

"Samus?"

"She is Night Angel in her super cannon outfit!" Elyssa answered almost too quickly, and Blaze gave her an appraising look. He had never seen her enthusiastic over Astrid's outfits.

"Who's that?"

"You don't know the Night Angel? You should read my collection!" Elyssa replied eagerly and proceeded to tell him all about her.

Night Angel was a series of illustrated books about Nychta Iustitia, a young reporter, who comes upon a strange costume when she goes to survey an archeological dig site. She soon finds out that the costume can change into different suits which specialize in giving her various powers. So, using her daytime job as a cover, Nychta takes up the alter ego of Night Angel to fight crime in a fictional city of angels and demons.

Turns out, Ely is a comic book nerd. "You are a fan too?" Blaze asked Astrid, more surprised about her liking such things.

"No, but she has good outfits."

***

The angels were dropped off at the outskirts of the Central Plaza. Flying within the bounds of the plaza and the procession route was banned, as it was hazardous to have so many angels flying in a small space.

The procession had yet to start by the time they arrived, but the plaza was already full, with at least ten thousand angels crammed into its grounds.

Ten massive floats were lined up the center of the plaza and angels in a rainbow of colors gradually filled them.

Blaze finally understood why it was called the Regnbage festival. The nine floats, following the leading dragon head, represented the nine colors of the angel rainbow. Angels had a keener color perception and they divided the rainbow into nine distinct colors.

The costumes were stylish, flashy, and more times than not, gaudy. They wore all sorts of ornaments, colorful capes, plumes that were too large for being practical, and they danced. They danced to the slow pleasant strum of lutes, wind organs and an occasional cymbal, setting a steady transition what was to come.

Blaze looked around in wonder as he was reminded of the Rio carnival from Earth. He had only heard about it, but he always imagined it to be a lot of fun.

Various food stalls from all over the Heavenly Union stood along the outer edges of the plaza and an assortment of dishes was available for them to try: bison milk treats of Aranya, buttery scones filled with cream, sweet and sour mixtures of fried flakes, seashell shaped chocolates of Vaikunheim, Poutine, fowl rice of Kahyangan, and salted and fired kebabs from Zara-ard.

Blaze and Rebecca made a beeline for them, dragging Elyssa along, and Astrid absentmindedly followed with her eyes on the various costumes of the angels.

A soothing but upbeat music pervaded the plaza as they made their way around the carnival, making conversation and lightly dancing along with the merry angels. The dancing of the angels was not the vigorous kind and there wasn't anything sensuous to it, despite the nature of some of their clothing. Is it how the angels are or is it just the culture of Aranya? Blaze wondered.

Nevertheless, the dancing was very fluent. Wavy arms and bouncing feet unconsciously but naturally kept up with the rhythm of the music. It seemed all the angels present had an ear for music and a talent for dancing. There were a few younger angels and an odd one out that seemed to be offbeat, but it didn't look like anyone cared.

"Do you guys want to get on one of the floats?" Astrid shouted over the hubbub.

Rebecca agreed enthusiastically but Elyssa shook her head. "You know I don't dance, Astrid."

"Who cares, 'Lyssa. It's Blaze's first time. Just free your feet a little. You get into a rhythm while fighting. It's the same. You just read the music instead of the battlefield," Astrid lilted, waving her arms and skipping a step.

"I thought you were good at everything," Blaze teased, noticing that Ely's don't meant can't.

"Everything that's useful,"

"Come on Ely, this Txiki is making his soulreaper dance in return for his soul," Blaze decided, taking her arm in his and pulling her towards the third float that was shaped like a fearsome looking crocodile. He would've preferred the dragon float, but it was reserved for the princess and her entourage.

It wasn't that Blaze was good at dancing. In fact, he never danced; except in the solitude of his room or the one time he was wasted at a house party in college. But the anonymity the carnival provided, tickled his dancing bone. Dancing with meagerly clothed angels in a tight space didn't seem like such a bad idea either.

As the four climbed up the ten-foot-high back of the crocodile, they realized that it was already quite full. However, the angels already on the float eagerly made room for all newcomers.

Being a group of mostly young angels, the four were slowly pushed towards the center where they would be safer. Blaze couldn't complain. It meant more physical intimacy with strangers. A concept that would've turned him off on earth, but on Azra El it was something he looked forward to.

"I better get your soul for this," Elyssa leaned in and tried to emulate a menacing whisper, her breath tickling the outer skin of his ear.

"Oh no! Not my soul! You can have my body instead," Blaze cried out in mock fear, exaggeratedly leaning back on his waist.

"I shall have both!" Elyssa laughed, encircling his neck with her hands. Blaze held onto them and started skipping on his knees, trying to get her to dance along with the music.

Soon, the four made a small private circle of a few square feet and started getting into the rhythm. But right at that moment, a loud and systematic barrage of fireworks flew into the sky from each of the floats.

They soared a few hundred feet into the sky and burst into large ephemeral figures of the float animals. A dragon, a pegasus, a crocodile, a gryphon, a Cerafent, a xenodon, a large mythical pouokai, an arctot, a bison, and the last one a carnike.

They lit up the sky despite the morning sun and the angels gave out jubilant cries. The music turned a fervent chorus and the angels stopped dancing to look towards the leading float.

A group of brilliantly dressed angels slowly, led by the first princess and her daughter, descended from the skies.

They landed on the dragon head and another round of colored fireworks shot into the sky, embellishing the animal figures from before.

"First Princess Kaur and her daughter, Princess Ila," an announcer cried as they stepped on the dragon dead.

The tall and black-haired Princess Kaur turned to the gathered angels and addressed them, "Welcome angels of Aranya and those that have come from afar to bless us on this auspicious day. I hope you find the festival to be as you expected..." She went on and Blaze distracted himself with her dress.

The peacock dress of the first princess was flashy, interesting and very exquisite. An immense cyan fan of green peacock eyes hung over shoulders, its colors shimmering and changing with the slightest of her movements. Aranya was known for its peacocks, but unlike their earthly counterparts, these creatures were good flyers.

A short angel, not much older than Siofra, stood beside the first princess. Her dark blue hair swayed as she curiously scanned the audience with her large brown eyes. Her attire was similar to her mother's, except that it was a shimmering green and yellow and the skirt portion a little stiff.

Blaze liked the girl but couldn't help being disappointed for an entirely egocentric reason. With how things were going for him, he had half expected the girl he had run into at the clothing store to be the princess of Aranya.

"It's time to begin the festivities," princess Kaur finished, turning around and raising her hands high like a conductor of an orchestra. She brought them down in a graceful flourish and the drums, which Blaze hadn't even realized existed on the grounds, flared up in a deafening frenzy. Their spirit slowly spread outwards like a wave, with the dragon head as the epicenter.

The beastling-costumed angels burst into a vigorous dance of beast like movements and started the procession, chased by the dragon float. The floats lurched forward and the angels on the float held onto each other.

Blaze held onto Rebecca's and Ely's waists, while Astrid clutched onto Ely's hand. He noticed Astrid avoiding his touch, but he decided to play along and leave her be. There was time to work his charms on her.

Once the speed of the floats stabilized, the angels on the float once again began dancing. By now the boat was so full that it almost felt like a tightly packed dance club on earth, with at least five hundred people on each float. It was amazing that they could withstand the resonating vibrations of angel feet against their floors.

With the music picking up, Blaze and Elyssa found it harder and harder to keep up with the other graceful angels.

Blaze understood why he was poor at dancing even though he was good at fighting. His fighting was based on reactionary movements rather than extraordinary footwork. Though he was nimble, he didn't think he was elegant. Elyssa on the other hand was simply beautiful to watch while fighting. He couldn't understand why it didn't translate to dancing.

So, he took Elyssa's hands and hopped along with Rebecca, who tried teaching them an Irish jig. Astrid immediately mirrored her movements, but the other two remained awkward. Rebecca got tired of the clumsy duo and finally showed them the simplest of moves. Soon, the two of them had their hands on their waists and hopped to the beat of the drums.

The procession slowly moved through the crowded main street of Sekat as angels from the streets, rooftops, tree tops and windows, watched and cheered. Some chose to join the procession while others simply danced with their friends and neighbors, throwing flowers and confetti as the procession crossed their paths.

Blaze soon realized, much to his horror, that the reason most of the angels from the plaza chose to follow on foot was because the angels on the floats were expected to dance non-stop until the end of the procession. So, dance he did.

The dancing angels didn't tend to stick around at one spot as they moved around, dancing with new people at every tune.

Rebecca soon ran into a group of angels she knew from the army and after quickly asking Blaze if he minded, she joined them. Astrid was even more forward, disappearing at the first sight of a familiar face.

Blaze didn't really care about them leaving the group as he himself wanted to dance with others. The angels who weren't conscious about their bodies, danced with him freely and their bodies casually brushed and collided against each other.

Nevertheless, he didn't separate with Elyssa. Being one of two awkward dancers was easier than being by oneself. He also didn't want to leave her alone. Soon, the duo lost themselves in the music and the bodies of the hundreds of angels around him.

Elyssa, who had been quite unsure about the whole thing, started to slowly enjoy herself. Having hatched as the daughter of a duchess, she had always been the center of attention, which made her conscious about her actions. However, among these carefree, merry angels, she could let herself go. Just like how she was with Blaze.

When she realized that fact, she looked at the young angel trying to get in between two voluptuous semi naked angels dressed in flimsy pieces of vine and pretending to be river nymphs. She gave him a brilliant smile when he caught her eye.

Blaze, thinking that she was just happy, took her hands and began to lead her in a crude waltz. It didn't really match with the music, but at that point no one really cared.

But as all good things, the parade had to eventually come to an end.

As the southern gates of Saket approached, the convoy slowed and came to a stop along with the music.

"ANGELS!" the voice of princess Kaur boomed. "One last song to drive away the beastlings from our city." The dragon head opened its mouth at the end of her sentence and bellowed a great plume of fire over the heads of the beastlings, making the pretend beastlings scurry towards the gate.

The music once again flared, accompanied by trumpets and other pipe instruments. It was the most upbeat of the music that had played since the start of the parade. So, Blaze and Ely linked their arms and started hopping on their feet, too tired for anything else. Txiki and her soul reaper dancing a happy duet made for a funny sight.

The last song was longer than the rest and Blaze noticed Astrid dancing with a girl in a grey and black body suit, with her face covered in a cowl.

He thought of joining them, but then decided to just stay with his best friend. She deserved the last song for herself. They danced until the song was over before collapsing to the ground in a fit of giggles.

"Are you alright?" Astrid shouted at them from beside her latest dancing partner.

"Yeah. Just tired. You coming?" Blaze shouted back.

"Just a minute," she replied and said a few words to the girl before she turned to get back.

The girl glanced at them and Blaze suddenly caught her eyes. Oh. He could not mistake those enchanting eyes. The girl smiled at him with her eyes and quickly turned away to meld into the crowd.

"WAIT A MINUTE!" he screamed, coming back to his senses. He scrambled to his feet and ran after her, but just like before, she disappeared into thin air. Was she a freaking ninja? He was sure the Kamotochi had ninjas.

"Who was that girl you were dancing with?" he came back to Astrid and asked her seriously. He didn't' want her flaky answers.

"I don't know. She was wearing the nightingale costume of the Night Angel, so I decided to dance with her. She was quite fun to dance with. Did she do something to you?" she asked concernedly.

"No, I just wanted to know who she was. I think I ran into her earlier. I need to talk to her about something. You have no idea who she is?"

"No. Didn't seem like anyone I know."

"Blaze Er! Do you want to do this next year as well?" Elyssa interjected, with all the fervor she had built up over the past couple of hours. The continuous dancing had put her in a high and she loved it.

"Why don't you just take my soul instead," Blaze complained in humor.

Rebecca soon showed up with her army mates and they all introduced themselves to Elyssa and Blaze. Elyssa was already famous, and Blaze's name had recently become well known. One was known for her exceptional strength and the other for his courage and righteousness. They chatted for a while before they split and headed back to the duchess' manor.

oOo

As the evening began to set in, Rebeccca and Blaze began to get into their dress clothes, a hint of nervousness setting in.

Blaze quickly got into his red blouse, white silken half pants, and red and black boots.

Rebecca's dress however, surprised him. He had expected her to come in her usual army corset, but instead, she wore a hot skin-tight red gown with a plunging v-neck that started from a choker of gold and went all the way down to her belly button.

"I didn't think you'd have something like this," he commented wryly, openly ogling at her form.