The Azra-El Series Ch. 18.1

The previous chapter hit top 5 in the all-time Hall of Fame (at least for a little while)!! I am pretty stoked.

Author's Note: I apologize for the delay. I will be posting this chapter in 2 parts. However, this part is as long as any other chapter. The next one should be out within a week if my editors can get to it this weekend. Chapter 19 will be the grand finale of the angel arc. (It maybe one long chapter or two shorter ones). I am trying to get it out by mid-October.

Obligatory Warning: Only one sex scene in this part. The next part will have a scene with the much-awaited Astrid.

Editors: Chris Anow, DrasticXplorer aka Ser PervertedXplorer, and Barak Giles. Drastic has also made significant contributions to the sex scene.

Special Thanks to: Fips, Yamibomb, BLiz, Eliyahu Bogart, Mike Siegmund, Max Lambon, RogueXVII, Matt Miller, Curtis, Bradley, FlyPenguin, RandomTask, RogueXVII, Tristan, Vibrant, Tllxman, Wootdiew00p, The Glimmering Warlock, Benno Lorenz, Marcel Hearns, Michael Wall, John Weikel, Clay LaVal, Will Shaddox for supporting my work thus far.

Character Descriptions (Relevant to this chapter)

Seshat Amun: The exotic looking History teacher at Tir. She is a brilliant teacher and makes learning fun and enthralling. She has a sweet crystalline voice that adds to the charm of her lessons.

She is an exorbitantly curvy angel with honey colored skin and sleek midnight black hair that's parted in the middle and flows down her narrow waist to her wide hips. She has dark green eyes with long heavy lashes, adorned by pitch black mascara. She has a perfect Greek nose and plump, auburn, bow-shaped lips.

She usually wears skimpy exotic clothing adorned by jewelry. She has buxom pear-shaped breasts that usually hang freely under her tops. She has wide hips, a callipygian butt, thin arms and lustful legs.

She is 6'8 and is around Jie Er's age.

Circadia Clime: She is a lanky brunette, introduced in chapter 12. She teaches Geography and looks a little older than Seshat. She wears a pair of thin-rimmed glasses and a comfortable ponytail that hangs high on her head.

Though Circadia is very serious about her subject, she is one of the most boring teachers at Tir, whose droning voice manages to make even the most serious of students fall asleep in her class. Only Aahna seems unaffected by her charm.

She seems to have taken a special interest in making Blaze learn her subject, much to his chagrin.

Lynn: The mystery girl that Blaze keeps bumping into. Jie Er thinks she could be his Kindred, but Blaze is a bit apprehensive about it. Nonetheless, he is quite infatuated with her. He has yet to see her entire face.

Lore:

Liliana and Bhramar: A long time ago, the southern lands of Aranya and northern Lanoan were occupied by the Yakshas. Though the Yakshas are now considered to be demons, there was a time when their wings were neither light nor dark.

Bhramar was a young princess of a small neutral nation of Yakshas called Amalfi, bordering the larger Yaksha queendom of Megha and angel queendom of Noli that were at war with each other. The angel Queendom of Noli was a nation of Malakim, and Liliana was its first princess.

The story goes that a group of the Grey Ones of Noli plotted and invaded the neutral country of Amalfi. They then massacred the entire royal family and all the dark-winged Yakshas of the country.

Bhramar, a light winged Yaksha, was the only survivor in her family, and managed to escape by disguising herself as a servant. However, she couldn't escape the sorrow and hatred in her heart. She vowed vengeance against the Grey Ones and the royal family of Noli.

Disguised as a servant, she traveled across Noli, assassinating the angels that were responsible for the genocide in her country. As a result, her wings slowly began to change color.

One day, while she was resting at a remote village, she happened upon a young noble of Noli. Spurred by her despise for the Noli nobility, she stalked the young noble for a few days, hoping to find a good enough excuse to take her life.

However, she only saw compassion, generosity, and humility in the young noble, who treated the villagers no differently than she treated herself. Though the young noble stayed in the village for only a few days, she managed to gain their goodwill, merely through her actions and not her status.

The young noble soon set off from the village and her entourage was ambushed by a group of survivors-turned-bandits from Amalfi. Bhramar could not stop herself from intervening.

Bhramar was an extraordinary swordsman, whose assassinations had earned her the title of Angelslayer. However, she refused to kill her country folk, and fought a long and grueling battle until both sides were too exhausted to continue.

The noble in disguise was Liliana, the Princess of Noli, and had ventured out to experience the world. She carried the severely wounded Bhramar and managed to escape along with her remaining guards. They took the wounded Yaksha to a nearby town where Liliana took care of her wounds and nursed her back to health despite the knowledge that the mysterious angel possessed tainted wings.

With each passing day, the Yaksha and the angel began to fall in love with each other. Liliana, however, was bound by her duty to her Kingdom and could not leave it all behind to live a simple, peaceful life with her new lover.

Once Bhramar was fully healed and able to travel, Liliana decided that it was time for her to head back. Bhramar offered to escort her in the hope of spending more time with her. Once they reached the capital, Liliana invited Bhramar to a party at the palace. She had not yet revealed her true identity as the Princess of Noli as she wanted it to be a surprise.

Bhramar went to the party with her mind torn between love and vengeance. However, when she saw the Queen of Noli happily conversing without a care in the world, the lust for vengeance filled her with rage. Without thinking, she lunged at the Queen. Her sword struck true and cut down the Queen where she stood.

Time stood still for Liliana as she saw the threads of her life unravel before her eyes. One moment, everyone was talking and drinking and the next moment she saw the Royal Guards hurl their spears towards Bhramar, who had put the cold steel of her sword through her mother.

But before the flying spears could find their mark, Liliana threw herself in their path and was in the arms of her beloved Bhramar, with the spearheads impaled through her bosom.

Grief-stricken, Bhramar stayed unmoving as the swords of the Grey Ones descended down upon her. She held the princess's head in her hands and passed away with her lips on Liliana's forehead.

***

One should not forget the difference between moral realism and moral relativism. Relativists are weak-minded while realists are weak-willed. The Malakim are neither. We strive to our make moral truths real -- Gabriel Sephirah, Cardinal Superior of the Malakim

Chapter 18

"Ms. Blaze!" the voice of his geography teacher, Circadia Clime, startled Blaze out of a nice dream starring himself and seven pretty pixies. Of course, none of them looked even remotely close to Siofra.

"Since you have decided to sleep through the last couple of my lectures, Ms. Blaze, I suppose you know all about the Nritti Edicts?" she asked him, displeasure clearly evident in her eyes.

Once the third quarter arrived, Blaze had finally chosen to give up on his initial plan of switching over to a higher class. He had grown fond of his classmates. A Big Bro can't leave his lil' sisters by themselves, he told himself.

"The proclamations written on the Nritti Pillars?" he asked with a raised brow. Rachel was still asleep on his shoulder, and he felt wronged that he was the one who picked the teacher's ire when half the class was either asleep, daydreaming, or doodling in their books.

The Nritti pillars were pillars of stone erected by the Empress Nritti of the past. Her empire spanned most of Aranya and some parts of the surrounding countries, and her pillars were erected at important locations throughout her lands. They displayed her decrees and came to be known as Nritti Edicts.

"Care to tell me exactly what these edicts state?" Circadia questioned.

"Er... There are seven of them and uhh ... they are quite long...?"

"Do you know the source of these edicts?" she continued, giving him no break.

"No...," he said, feeling a little flustered.

"Then I suggest you listen to my lectures instead of taking naps, Ms. Blaze. I noticed that your lowest score last quarter was in my subject."

Everyone has their lowest scores in your subject! Blaze protested in his mind, glancing at Aahna who was looking back at him with a smug grin on her face. She was the only one who paid any attention in Circadia's class, and she seemed to be enjoying his predicament.

"The Nritti Edicts gain their name," Circadia abruptly began, continuing her lecture, "not because Empress Nritti built them, but because she was the one who found them and made them popular. They present a way of life that is based on moral precepts, of doing good deeds, respect for others, generosity and purity.

"There are currently 9 pillars that are still remain in pristine condition. The first one contains..." she droned, and Blaze tried to pay attention despite his eyelids growing heavier with each passing moment. The light snores of Rachel, who was happily snuggled against his shoulder, did not help.

Thankfully, the bell indicating the end of the lecture soon rang to put him out of his misery.

"Ms. Blaze, I expect an essay on how the Nritti Edicts affected the population geography of Aranya. I want it on my desk by Matadie (Monday) morning."

That's history, you damn geography teacher!

"Just me?" he asked.

"Just you, and anyone else interested," she smiled at him and walked out.

***

That Hadie (Saturday) morning, Blaze decided to visit Seshat at her cottage. Class 1A was playing one of their Flyball matches, but since Aahna didn't want to use him the game, Blaze decided to skip it altogether.

"Ms. Blaze!" Seshat exclaimed in surprise when she opened her door. "I thought you were someone else."

It had been a while since his last visit to her cottage. Seshat had left the campus over the break and he hadn't visited her in a few weeks.

"Are you expecting someone? I can come back later," he said, curiously eyeing the white face paint that she was currently sporting. It wasn't there when he had seen her in class the previous day. Stripes of white lines were tastefully drawn on her forehead, under her eyes, over her nose, and chin. The fact that she was only wearing her bra and panties was also not lost on him.

"No, it's alright. Come in, please," she said, opening her door and stepping aside. "I am not expecting Circadia for another hour. I just presumed she decided to come early."

Blaze grinned at the teacher as he stepped inside. A lot could happen in an hour. "Min Circadia Clime?"

"Yes. We are really good friends," she said, leading him into her living room. "Have a seat. I will make some tea."

How can the best teacher and the worst teacher be best friends? Blaze couldn't help but wonder.

As Seshat walked into her kitchen, Blaze noticed an open book on the tea table. A hand-mirror, a container of white paint, and two brushes lay beside the book. Both pages of the book depicted drawings of nude angels covered with two different types of body paint.

Blaze picked up the container and sniffed it. It had an herby smell.

"What's up with the paint, teach?" he asked, while she set the kettle on the stovetop and threw in some leaves.

"Just an ancestral ritual," she replied. "Circy was going to help me finish the tattoo before we head out. You can join us if you like."

Blaze picked up the book and was instantly drawn to the title. 'Maternity tattoos for health and luck.' He had noticed that Seshat had put on a little weight over the last couple of months.

Fuck! Have I knocked her up?

"Teach?" he asked hesitantly, trying to calm his mind. "This says maternity tattoo..."

Seshat poured the tea into two cups and returned with a glorious smile on her face. "Yes. I've been expecting for the past year. My stiff wing should sprout any day now," she said, handing him a cup.

Relief flooded him as he realized how stupid his thoughts had been. She would have no idea if she was pregnant.

"Congrats teach! I am sure you will be an amazing mother. The brat's lucky," he told her wholeheartedly. Seshat was a very patient and caring angel.

"Thank you, Blaze. She will only be a couple of decades younger than you. I hope you will treat her well."

"Of course, teach," he said, and fell silent.

Feeling slightly awkward, he began to sip at his tea. He saw himself as an adult, most of the time, but nonetheless, he felt like a child when faced with adult angels that were more than a hundred years older than him. The way they treated him at times did not help.

Seshat smiled at him and quietly finished her tea before speaking. "Blaze, do you want to paint me?"

"Can I?" Blaze asked, perking up in his seat.

"Yes."

"They look quite intricate. Do I have to be exact?"

"It's just a tradition. I am not superstitious about these things but do try to make it look approximately like the one on the left."

"Alright!" he said, picking up the paint brushes and getting up.

Seshat couldn't help but giggle at his enthusiasm.

The duo spread out some bedsheets beside the couch before Seshat removed the rest of her clothing. "You should remove yours as well. The paint is hard to remove from clothes."

Blaze had no reservations in getting naked and was already halfway done before she could complete her sentence. Taking the book and the brushes, he sat down in front of Seshat who was sitting on her knees with her back upright, her posture accentuating her already exaggerated curves.

"The left one is the tattoo of health," she told him, as he studied the figures.

Taking the flat brush, Blaze dipped it in the paint, before leaning forward and drawing a crescent on her chest with one smooth stroke, from one end of her collarbone to the other. He then placed the brush against the hollow of her neck and turned it around to form a circle.

Leaning back, he marveled at the work of art in front of him.

"Very good, Blaze. You're a natural," she praised him, looking at herself in the hand mirror.

Blaze eyes roamed down to the two large things hanging off her chest. He placed his brush aside and cupped his hand under her left breast, feeling its weight.

"What are you doing?" Seshat grinned at him.

"I think I need to apply some primer before I can work on this," he replied seriously before diving for her nipple.

Wrapping his lips around her large areola, he began to suck on her tit as he circled his tongue around her hardening nipple.

"You are a naughty angel, Ms. Blaze," Seshat giggled as she placed her hand over his head.

"No, no. You are gravely mistaken about my intentions. I just take my work very seriously," he quipped.

Seshat's bud began to swell under his ministration. When it grew to the size of a large bean, he pulled back and wrapped his hand around her breast, tried to anyway, propping up the areola.

Taking the smaller round brush, he carefully turned her nipple white. Then he drew a circle around the outer circumference of her areola.

He leaned in and blew on the paint, which caused a tiny moan to escape from her lips.

"Tell me the truth, teach. You wanted Circadia to do the same, didn't you?" he leered at her.

"Yes," Seshat replied, surprising him. He had only meant to tease her.

He quickly primed her other breast and painted it before picking up the flat brush. Placing it on the top right of her right breast, he drew along its curve before dipping down between her breasts. Taking a U-turn right above her abdomen, he finished the stroke at the top right of the left breast.

Then he pushed her down.

Seshat lay supine on the bedsheet as Blaze mounted her thick, soft thighs. He leaned down and dragged his tongue all over her long stomach, making sure to cover the whole area. He worked his tongue on her navel, digging in with his tongue. Then he drew four flat lines on her abdomen with the flat brush.

Around the four lines went serpentine vines with thinner prickly strokes emerging from the sides. Tiny leaves and individual spots were scattered across the rest of the empty space. Finally, two vines sprouted from the bones of her hips and traveled up her sides to merge with the strokes over her breasts.

As he finished, Blaze felt Seshat's legs move underneath him. He shuffled down between her legs and Seshat spread her thighs, revealing her slit glazed in her arousal.

"Prime Time!" he exclaimed, before diving down.

He lapped at her organ and worked his magic until she came in a screaming mess.

Blaze watched the shuddering Seshat and noticed that she was trying her best to not mess up the still-drying paint. Suddenly, he felt a bit unsure. The purpose of the tattoo and his actions felt incongruent.

"You can put it in," he heard Seshat's comforting voice, as if she realized his hesitance. Lying still on her back, she beckoned him forward with her hands.

He couldn't wait any longer. Spreading his thighs against hers, he lined his dick with her cunt and penetrated her in one smooth motion.

"Mmmh!" she cried out, as their groins kissed.

Slowly, he began to pump her back and forth. Since he had already made her cum, he focused only on his need, while trying not to smudge the paint. Seshat lay unmoving and only watched him surge in and out of her, indicating her pleasure only with her voice.

Finally, with a strong shove, he planted his essence into her empty womb.

He pulled out and immediately picked the round brush to paint her nub. He flicked it and brushed it until it was completely whitewashed. Then, he drew a small inverted crescent over it.

Seshat sat on her feet and let his essence out while they let her nub dry.

"Can you sit on all fours, teach?" he asked, and she complied without a word.

Her back arched down as she slightly spread her knees and jutted her ass up. She knew what he wanted to do. She removed a bottle of perfumed oil from her space ring and handed it to him.

"It seems you were almost expecting this to happen!" he mused.

After he'd liberally coated his cock, his greedy paws immediately fell on her plump butt cheeks and his fingers ravished them to his fill. He spread her cheeks apart and watched her puckered hole winking under his gaze.

He kissed her hole and circled his tongue over the folds of her anus before plunging in. He dug his saliva into her depths and lubed her up with his oil-slick fingers.

Standing on his knees, he grabbed her hips and pulled her ass down to his level.

"Slowly," she told him, as she felt his tip against her back entrance. Angels rejuvenated faster, so her abstinence over the past few weeks had made her hole as tight as it was before she had met Blaze.

He took hold of his member and slowly pushed his bulbous head past the Ring of Resistance, meeting the familiar and welcoming pressure of Seshat's ass. Inch by inch, he slowly fed his length into her rectum, marveling in the way it felt so hot and tight around his cock.