The Azra-El Series Ch. 17

She stepped out of her skirt and stood up straight.

Priscilla was a hottie. She was toned and slightly muscular, and her shape was almost perfect. A thin pink slit and a small nub peeked from under her groin, as she walked down the steps with a swaying gait that he had never noticed or cared about before. He had always been too pissed off at her to pay attention to her physical appearance.

She lowered herself into the water a few feet away from him and arched her head back to wet her hair, before disappearing under water for a few seconds. She came out with a gasp of breath, before heaving herself up onto the first underwater step, her breasts shimmering under their weight.

Great drops of clear water rolled of her clear skin and dripped from suddenly stiff nipples. She leaned back on her hands and overlapped her thighs, enhancing the shapely curves.

Blaze reluctantly turned his head away. If he watched anymore, he was sure he would end up doing something he would regret. "If only you could extend that niceness to Siofra," he said to her earlier comment.

Priscilla simply shook her head, laid her head back against a step and closed her eyes. Her nipples and the top of her breasts peeked over the surface of the water.

Blaze sighed and uncomfortably waited for her to take a quick soak and leave. His posture was awkward, and he couldn't get up without revealing his junk.

A few minutes into her soak, she suddenly raised her head. "I apologize for throwing my spear at the Quetzal. I thought it belonged to the demons," she said softly.

Blaze wanted to let her know that Sky was a baby bird, but he silently accepted her apology.

"I have also realized that I may have been a bit arrogant recently," she continued, "The honor of being a Houri had made me prideful. I have begun working on getting stronger and learning to be more humble for the gifts I've been given. However, I still think you're misguided about the pixies. I hope you don't find it out the hard way," she said, without mincing her words.

Blaze's eyes widened in disbelief. He had not thought that she had the capacity for such words. It made him feel guilty about his more recent actions towards her. "I choose to trust people unless they have proven otherwise," he nonetheless responded to her words. "I do not know about other pixies, but I know Siofra. You may see my opinion as being naïve, but from my perspective, your side looks cynical and hypocritical."

"The pixies are-" she began, but she suddenly froze. Her eyes bulged and her face lost all color.

Blaze noticed her looking over his shoulder and the concept of seeing whatever she was seeing sent a shiver down his spine. The reason he enjoyed playing scare pranks was because he was himself frightened of ghosts. He didn't believe in them, but he was nonetheless spooked of them. The baoli and its surroundings seemed awfully quiet, all of a sudden.

He steeled his nerves and slowly turned around to look towards the top floor pavilion the malakim was looking at. His eyes hurriedly searched for something, but there was nothing beside the dim light coming from the wall sconces. His rapidly beating heart slowed as he turned back to speak to her.

"Very funny. You almost had me there," he said, but soon realized that she wasn't laughing, and it was only his words that brought her out of her reverie.

"It was there just a moment ago! I swear. Oh Goddess, its horrendous eyes," Priscilla voice quivered as she hurriedly waded towards him.

Was it Elyssa? But she wouldn't put me in a spot with Priscilla, he thought, glancing at the terrified girl coming to him for solace.

"It's probably a curtain or something Priscilla, I don't see anything," he mollified her. The pavilion had white curtains, but there was no breeze to move them.

"Suddenly, he felt a chill against the back of his neck. He turned around and caught a glimpse of white flit across the pavilion and disappear behind one of the pillars. It was definitely not a curtain. Goosebumps began to sprout on his skin.

As he watched, a slow fog seemed to roll in from everywhere and nowhere, obscuring some of the higher levels, and the temperature in the well seemed to drop a few degrees. The braziers sputtered, some of them going out, others seemingly dancing in a phantom breeze.

Suddenly, a shrill, baby-like wail echoed around the well, and Priscilla jumped into his lap and tightly wrapped her arms around his neck, almost choking him. She was shivering and her breasts were firmly pressed against his cheek, but Blaze couldn't even acknowledge the fact.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held on to her as his eyes scanned the surroundings.

Another wail rolled across them, striking fear into his heart. Chills ran down his spine and he seemed unable to move or speak, frozen in place with terror.

It reappeared for a brief moment, only to flit across to the next pillar. It seemed to avoid the light as it moved between pillars and shadows, the fog serving to obscure it even more. Moments that seemed like an eternity ticked by as it slowly inched towards them, step by step.

"Fuck no!" Blaze yelled to regain his senses. He grabbed Priscilla by the butt and stood up as she wrapped her long legs around his waist and gripped him as tightly as she could. She was taller than him, but her torso was small enough to snugly fit into his chest.

Blaze quickly manifested his wings; the Malakim was too scared to do anything for herself. Their cheeks were pasted against each other's, as both of them looked in the direction of the apparition. It seemed to realize that its spell was broken and that they were about to leave. It stopped under one of the pavilions, slowly turning around to face them.

They only saw a pair of hollow eyes and a hollow mouth -- nothing like his ghost blanky. They were absolutely blank; light seemingly avoiding their depths. They seemed to possess a true emptiness, and the mouth suddenly opened wide to let out a shrill scream that rattled them to their bones.

Blaze shot up into the sky and Priscilla watched from his neck, unable to keep her eyes off the entity. Sound seemed to return to their world as Blaze passed the perimeter of the well; the beat of his wings against the light night breeze.

Without looking back, he zipped towards the palace and to Priscilla's room. Her window was thankfully open, and he leapt through it, while quickly dematerializing his wings. Priscilla shut the windows behind him, and Blaze scurried to her bed.

Jumping onto it, he scrambled his way to the corner before turning around and leaning against the headboard as he watched the windows, waiting for them to burst open.

"You saw it too, didn't you? It was a ghost, wasn't it?" he heard Priscilla's meek voice whisper into his ear, while she still clung to him.

Blaze simply nodded as he grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around them, hiding their bodies from vision.

"Thank Goddess you were there. I don't think I would've been able to get away if you weren't there," she said, almost in a whimper.

Their heart beats began to slow down as they realized that the apparition had not followed them, and that they could scream for the teachers if it did.

They remained in silence for a couple of minutes before Priscilla finally raised her head from the cranny of his neck, "How did you know this was my room?"

"Er... I..." he fumbled, as he considered telling her about his prank. Now that they had seen something potentially real, he did not feel right hiding his prank. However, he was in a precarious position. He was naked, and he did not want to risk her going ballistic at him. "I think it was the only room I saw with open windows," he answered in half-truth.

He felt Priscilla's nod and she placed her head back on his shoulder, with seemingly no intention of getting off him yet. Without the tension from before, Blaze began to recognize the intimacy of their position. Her mighty breasts firmly pressed into his chest and her slightly warmer slit of her groin was obvious on his lower stomach.

His prick rose, and Priscilla wasn't oblivious enough to not feel it between her butt cheeks. "What is that?" she asked him, wriggling her butt over his member.

Freak! "Er... it's nothing..."

"It is definitely something," she said, wriggling her butt again and sending his prick deeper between her cheeks. She suddenly unlocked her hands around his neck to reach behind her.

But Blaze quickly wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly against his chest, leaving her hands no room for movement. "Don't touch it!"

Priscilla leaned back and looked into his eyes. "What is it?" she asked, again.

Blaze looked away from her vivid blue eyes, "Er... It's a radish! Yep, a radish. And you can't look at it or touch it!" he said the first thing that came to his mind.

"Why would you have a radish coming out of your vagina?" she asked him, in bewilderment.

Blaze wanted to smack himself in the face at her conclusion. "Because it feels good," he replied, trying to appear awkward.

"Why would a radish feel good inside your vagina? Is this what you were hiding between your thighs in the pool?"

"Huh? Uh... right. Anyway, I should get going. It's getting late," he told her hastily, without answering her question. He planned to wrap the blanket around himself and get away before she got a chance to look at it.

However, Priscilla's legs around his waist tightened their grip. "I do not think it is safe for you to go out right now," she said, averting her eyes. "Would you stay the night? Please?" she asked, as her face turned red in embarrassment.

Oh Hell! Priscilla was hot and her sudden vulnerability made him even hotter for her. How could he find the willpower when his prick was pressed against her slit and her butt hole?

However, he steeled himself. He was not stupid enough to risk revealing himself to a true Malakim. Gritting his teeth, he pushed her off him and quickly wrapped her blanket around himself.

He jumped off the bed and hurried to the window. "Stay in and call for help if you spot anything. Sleep with one of your Malakim friends if you have to. I need to go figure out what it is we saw," he told her, opening the window and quickly jumping onto its ledge.

"Stop!" he heard a soft cry, but he manifested his wings and jumped off. He plummeted twenty feet before he attained enough lift to soar back into the sky.

Fear returned as soon as he found himself alone in the night sky. He rapidly beat his wings and hurried to one place he would feel secure.

***

"Ely! Was it you?" he cried, as he jumped through Elyssa's window.

"Ugh... what? Oh, hey Blaze," Elyssa said getting up on her bed and looking at him with groggy eyes. "What's going on? We can't go scare the Xian again," she said, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

"Elyssa! Just tell me if it was you," he said, even as he realized the answer.

"What is going on Blaze?" Ely said, perking up on her bed, her drowsiness disappearing once she noticed how rattled he was.

Blaze pulled the blanket tightly around himself and sat down on her chair. "I think I might've seen a real ghost, Ely."

Elyssa got off her bed and walked up to him in a pair of long ruffled panties and a loose blue shift. "What happened?" she asked, kneeling in front of him and placing a comforting hand on his slightly shaky knee.

Blaze recanted his account of the night's events.

"Could it have been Chenguang?" Elyssa wondered after he finished.

He shook his head. "No, it felt different. It wasn't a simple blanket and I wouldn't have been scared of my own freaking blanky. The thing is, Elyssa, that story of mine wasn't entirely made up. The incident with the duchess is at least partially true..."

"I know, I checked it out. But surely there cannot be a real ghost."

Blaze slept at Elyssa's that night. Fear was a strange thing. He had always been sure that if someone had seen a ghost, he would go and investigate. But at that moment, his mind bore none of that inquisitiveness. He scooted beside Elyssa and held her hand as they fell asleep.

***

Blaze's dream that night, however, did not hold any fear for the ghost. Instead, he continued where he had left off with Priscilla.

"I do not think it is safe for you to go out right now," she said, averting her eyes. "Would you stay the night? Please?" she asked as her face turned red in embarrassment.

He looked into her eyes and saw her fear, and he felt partly responsible for it. "Okay," he finally breathed out to both their reliefs. "But you must promise you won't look at my radish. Not even a tiny glimpse!"

Though he didn't trust the Malakim, he knew that unless they were a grey one, they wouldn't easily break a promise.

"I promise!" she replied as her eyes brightened. "But it doesn't feel like a radish. It feels like skin and it is warm."

"It's a very special kind of radish. That's why you can't touch it," he answered.

"Oh..." she said before settling her head back on his shoulder and wrapping her arms behind his back.

"Er... we are not going to sleep like this are we?" he asked as he felt his prick bursting out of his skin.

She unwrapped her legs and brought him down to the bed without removing her arms from around him. It seemed like she did not want to let him go. They lay sideways facing each other, and she scooted closer as she felt his raging radish against her stomach.

They looked into each other's eyes, feeling their hot breaths against their mouths. Their heartbeats rose once again that night, but for a very different reason. One that Priscilla did not entirely understand.

"Why would a radish feel good inside your vagina?" she asked him, softly.

Blaze lost it. He pushed against her shoulder and turned her on her back as he climbed over her and straddled her hips. "Priscilla, I can let you experience something that will help you at least partly forget tonight's incident. It may hurt at first, but I promise it will feel good. Would you like to try my radish? You still can't look at it," he whispered, their faces only a couple of inches away from each other. His radish was pressed over her groin and her breasts were pillows of skin against his chest.

Priscilla began breathing through her lips as she considered it. She did not know what to say or what she was getting into.

Her breath hit his nostrils and he smelled pineapple -- a fruit that he did not particularly like, but knew that some people loved. He watched her full, cherry lips slightly open as she breathed, and he simply couldn't resist.

"I am going to kiss you," he breathed into her lips as the distance between their mouths narrowed.

"Huh?... Like you did with marquess Astrid?"

Blaze raised his head in surprise and looked into her blue, almond eyes with thick, long lashes. "How do you know about that?"

"I heard it from a friend who was at the party..." she replied. "Okay," she said after a moment, averting her eyes.

Priscilla lying under him and looking so demure made him go nuts. He dived for her lips. He took them between his and plucked at them as he smooched her a couple of times, before bringing his tongue out to flit across their surface, tasting her.

"Use your tongue," he told her, as he sent his tongue into her mouth. Their tips touched and he tasted her sweet yet sharp taste. Slightly turning his head to the side, he sunk his tongue in deeper as he revolved it around hers. He pushed his hips into her, pressing and grinding his prick against her nub.

Priscilla head arched and her tongue stood stiff as it pushed further into his mouth. Blaze sucked on it for a moment, before he ran his wet lips and tongue down her cheek and extended neck. He kissed and licked the hollow of her neck, before running his tongue down her sternum as he held her breasts in his hands.

He felt them up for a good few moments before he took his mouth to them. Taking her tiny nipple between his lips, he lightly pinched the other between his fingers.

"Mmgh," Priscilla moaned as her body convulsed. Her left arm stretched over the bed as her right and ran through her own hair, while she bit her lips. Blaze felt a little wetness seep out of her cunt and warm his skin.

"I feel so weird yet good," she moaned, and he glanced up into her glazed eyes, even as he held her breast in his mouth. "There is a strange feeling in the pit of my stomach, like something is about to burst."

Blaze knew it was time. He rose up and wrapped his arms under her shoulders. He held her head and kissed her, before looking into her eyes, his body fully pasted against hers. "I am going to put the radish in your vagina. It may hurt at first, but I promise it will feel good," he told her.

"Okay," she breathed out again, without any doubt.

Blaze raised his hips and reached for his dick as he held her gaze, making sure she didn't look.

He brushed his tip against her wetness. Her lips were hot and drenched. Parting her lips with his head, he lined it against her hole before slowly pushing it in.

Priscilla's eyes widened like saucers as her lips parted under his pressure. Her whole body arched and she let out a tiny whimper of both pleasure and pain.

Once the tip was in, he put his hands under her shoulder and held her cheeks with his warm wide hands. She looked at him with doey, confused eyes, and he kissed her as he slowly lowered himself into her tight hot depths.

As their groins kissed, her previously unexplored muscles clamped around him in a soft grip, squeezing him with ravenous hunger. Blaze held her gaze as he pulled out in an excruciatingly slow manner. Priscilla watched him with wide eyes as she felt the fullness retreat.

Blaze paused for a moment before pushing it in again with a little more speed than before. He watched as her back arched, bent like rubber, and her bony hips jutted against his stomach. Her eyes almost bulged out of her sockets. "Aaaaah!" she cried, as he speared her completely.

"Oh God! You're so damned tight!" he whispered.

"What is this?" she let out a heavy breath.

"The reason for the radish," he replied, pulling out and pumping her again. "Freak! Are all Malakim so tight or is it just you," he said, trying to make a joke at her personality.

Priscilla's brain was too muddled to mull over his statement as another wave of pleasure washed over her body, making her shudder beneath him. "I d-don't know," she whimpered, and the naivety in her voice almost made him cum.

He held her head in place and slowly began to increase his tempo to the ever-increasing cadence of her heavy breathy moans. Her eyes slowly rolled up into her sockets and her lips stayed open, with her pink tongue standing stiff.

Blaze wished he could have it run along his member and wished to bury himself in her mouth. But, he couldn't get a blowjob without her seeing his radish. Or can I? Blindfold? Another time, maybe.

Priscilla soon began bouncing her butt over her mattress to meet his thrusts in midair. The heavy wooden bed creaked under them as they slammed into each other, with no concern for waking Priscilla's neighbors.

Finally, Priscilla came with a full-bodied orgasm, shuddering and drenching him with fluids. She wrapped her arms around Blaze's back and held him. He did not pause and continued to ram his dick into her, until he shot thick streams of liquid energy into the depths of her vagina.

"The radish is a part of your body isn't it?" Priscilla asked, as he lay heaving over her body, with his lips breathing against the cranny of her neck.

That's when he woke up.

Golden rays of early morning sun were streaming through the window as Blaze found himself in Elyssa's bed, with her arm draped over him. A sliver of fear ran through his mind, before he realized that both of them were fully clothed. However, he felt the wetness in his shorts, and he remembered his dream with absolute clarity.