Ignite: The Archangels Chronicles

It was far too nice out for the information Azreal was about to receive. The only good part of today would be when they paid the dock master of the 'Rosilena'. Azreal had initially thought that she would be going with them to her disappointment, Belial had stayed oddly quite. Only Minx, Quinn, and Jess, headed out to scout the ship and make sure everything was in place. She was finally going to fulfill her promise to take these people to the Eternal Gardens. They would be protected by the monks and their unbreakable spells there. She yearned to go with them, to have even a day without having to worry about the lives of other people.

Rolling her shoulders Azreal swiped out at Lucia who lunged back. Needing to release some pent up energy the girls had decided to have a sparring match. After her trials in Langu, Azreal had become rather good at swords play while hiding her powers. Lucia was still in training and therefore not the opponent she needed to stop her inner ravings about what was to come.

Lucia was panting, hands on her knees. The girl would pass out before she asked for a break, so Azreal casually mentioned how thirsty she was and walked towards the canteen left laying in the grass. Turning back to Lucia as she took a swig and held it out for her.

"Are you going to be okay?" Azreal asked, not really concerned.

Lucia grabbed the bottle and chugged it while glaring at her. Azreal laughed as she put her hands up.

"I thought you two said you were training out here?" Belial said he walked slowly down the hill to the girls.

"We.." Azreal said giving a pointed look at Lucia and continued, "were trying."

Belial smirked, his midnight black hair falling into his eyes, "Doesn't look like it.". Oh he seemed to be in a mood.

Azreal stepped towards him, raising her blade, "Why don't you come show me what it's supposed to look like then?" A smartass smirk on her face.

Lucia muttered "Thank the gods under her breath", and picked up her items, "I'll see you later, okay?"

"You don't have to leave if you don't want to." Azreal offered, things had been strained between them ever since the demon brothers joined their group.

Lucia looked between the two, Belial standing at sword point completely unfazed, his eyes never leaving Azreal. "No, I think I'll go." She said nervously laughing as she backed up.

Azreal's eyebrows lifted in amus.e.m.e.nt as Lucia promptly stumbled backwards and whipped around walking as fast as she could back to the castle.

Belial tugged his shirt up and over his head, giving her another glorious view of his abs. His whole torso was seemingly made of muscles, peppered with scars all over. He slowly prowled towards Azreal, coming right up to the tip of her sword, "How about a little hand to hand combat?" His voice was deep and gravely like he had something else on his mind. Azreal knew if she scented him she would be able to smell his arousal. He had tied his midnight strands at the nape of his neck, revealing his whole face to her. Belial was beautiful in the way of a brutal storm right before it hits. When everything is calm, but your still on edge waiting for it to reach you, knowing the destruction it could bring.

Azreal lowered her sword and placed it back in the sheath, tossing it out of range. A small smile pulled up the corner of her mouth before she pounced, hoping for the element of surprise. Lunging at him she feigned going for the right, hitting left first. He was still fast enough to dodge it, so she upped her speed. Fists flying out, but none connected as he easily dodged her. He smiled at her look of frustration, hooking a foot around her ankle.

He may have tripped her, but she brought him down too. He landed on top of her and the air whooshed out of her lungs, momentarily stunned. Belial's eyes darkened, leaning down he pressed a subtle kiss to her neck as if he couldn't help himself. Azreal bucked her h.i.p.s up and tried to roll him on his back, but he held fast, and pushed against her. He grabbed her shoulder pinning her on her back. His canines had come down and his eyes were beginning to glow. He was having a hard time controlling himself being this close to her.

She could see the l.u.s.t simmering in his eyes as she dragged her free hand slowly down his b.a.r.e ribs. He growled low in his throat, a warning. Azreal slid her hand just beneath the waist band of his pants and gave him a look that said, 'or what?'

His mouth came crashing down onto hers, his canines grazing her bottom lip as he s.u.c.k.e.d it in his mouth. Azreal wrapped her hand around his velvet soft shaft, feeling how hard he was for her. She swallowed his m.o.a.n with her kisses as she worked him. He pushed up onto his elbows so she had better access. she bit her lip, as she looked up at him "Anyone could see us if they just walked out here." She said a bit sheepishly.

Belial grinned, "I know just the place."

She felt his magic rise up and cover them, she tensed up.

'Was he jumping while they were laying down?' She's never even heard of it, but cool stone appeared underneath her. Azreal sent a silent thank you prayer that he hadn't jumped them into the royal quarters. Belial stood up dragging her to her feet with him, she felt a bit dazed. She hadn't been a passenger on a jump in a very long time.

She could feel the warmth of his hands through the thin material of her tunic. Looking up at him through lowered lashes she asked, "Where are we?" Then pressed light teasing kisses on the ridge of his shoulder.

Belial's hands gripped the bottom of her tunic and he gently tugged at the material in a silent question before he answered her. She lifted her hands up and he shucked off her tunic leaving only a thin white band binding her c.h.e.s.t, her n.i.p.p.l.es peaked through the material.

"I may have gone on a little tour, while you were playing with Lucia." His eyes shifted as he took in her shape. "I couldn't take you in the woods for your first time."

Azreal smirked, thinking about him pushing her up against a tree. Belial growled low in his throat, scenting just what she was thinking about. Azreal lowered her hand to her pants, undoing the buttons. Belial grabbed her hand, squeezing it "I'll do that." He said gruffly.

He leaned down, kissing her and bit her bottom lip as he grabbed her a.s.s and picked her up. Walking over to the bed where he layed her down, trailing kisses from her breathless mouth to her neck. She m.o.a.n.e.d his name digging her nails into his back wanting more. One of his hands coming up to lightly graze over her n.i.p.p.l.e while the other was buried in his hair. Azreal pushed her h.i.p.s up, grinding herself against his throbbing c.o.c.k. The hand that had been teasing her n.i.p.p.l.e gripped the thin cloth and ripped it. Azreal's breath shuddered as he attacked her b.r.e.a.s.ts with his teeth and tongue. She couldn't hold back her animalistic side as her canines stabbed into her already swollen lip, pupils dilating. Azreal flicked his pants open, sliding her hand in. Belial s.u.c.k.e.d her n.i.p.p.l.e into his mouth as he closed his eyes m.o.a.ning. He pressed his thick shaft into her palm, already weeping with pre c.u.m. She wanted him, now.

He let go of her n.i.p.p.l.e with a soft popping sound, trailing kisses slowly down her stomach, reaching the waist line of her pants. Gently he tugged at her h.i.p.s and she shifted so he could pull them off, taking her u.n.d.e.r.w.e.a.r with. Azreal propped herself up onto her elbows as she spread her legs to him. She looked at him with hooded eyes, biting her lip. Belial lowered himself onto his knees and nipped at the inside of her t.h.i.g.hs. One hand gripped her t.h.i.g.h, the other coming up to softly c.a.r.e.s.s her tight bundle of nerves, He growled at the wetness he found. Azreal was panting wanting him to go faster, harder. Belial bit the inside of her t.h.i.g.h as he fingered her opening, just barley sticking one finger in. The p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e mixed with the pain made her almost lose herself. She dug her fingers into his silky hair, making it come loose from its tie. Belial looked into her eyes as he slowly leaned down to l.a.p at her p.u.s.s.y. Azreal inhaled sharply as he rubbed her with his tongue, s.u.c.k.i.n.g on her little bundle of nerves. Azreal pushed up into his face, needing more, she was so close to oblivion. His finger pushed further in, making Azreal m.o.a.n. He worked his finger slowly in and out of her adding a second. Azreal's breath hitched as she felt her o.r.g.a.s.m shudder through her.

Belial g.r.o.a.n.e.d into her wet folds, "That's it, c.u.m on my fingers."

He stood up pushing his pants down to expose the full length of his c.o.c.k. The man was made of marble, seemingly chiseled by a forgotten god. He was all hard lines and tanned skin. Belial grabbed himself and rubbed the tip of his d.i.c.k against her opening. He leaned down to kiss her affectionately, "This is what you want?" He whispered the question on her lips.

Azreal wasn't above begging at this moment and found her voice long enough to m.o.a.n out a breathless "please" before covering his mouth with hers. She didn't just want him, she needed him. Now.

Belial slowly started to slide in, rubbing soft circles into her c.l.i.t with his thumb. Azreal's eyes teared up from the pain as he pushed past her h.y.m.e.n. He shifted his h.i.p.s slowly, trying to let her adjust to his sizable length. Rocking her h.i.p.s back and forth on him, she started to feel more p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e than pain as she relaxed. Belial leaned down to lick her n.i.p.p.l.e with the tip of his tongue earning another m.o.a.n from her.

He chuckled, "I love how s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e you are to my touch." Then he thrust himself in all the way.

Azreal called out his name loudly as she dug her nails into his back, surely drawing blood.

Grunting he started to pump faster, his size and speed were a bit painful and Azreal cried out.

Belial leaned back pulling her to the edge of the bed as he did, so he could be fully seated inside her. They were both breathing hard, a light sheen of sweat covered his c.h.e.s.t. She could tell he was trying to hold back. His body was shaking, wanting to take her harder. But he kept up his slow pace. Leisurely drawing back till just the tip was left, then slamming back into her. His head rolled backed as he muttered "I could f.u.c.k you like this all day.", thrusting back into her.

Azreal's back arched off the bed as she felt herself coming closer and closer to another o.r.g.a.s.m. Belial couldn't take it anymore and flipped her over on her stomach. Sliding back in to her wet p.u.s.s.y he growled grabbing her hair making her lean back against him, his other hand snaking around to squeeze her full b.r.e.a.s.t pinching her n.i.p.p.l.e. He pumped in and out of her hard and fast making Azreal lose herself calling out his name. Her back was pressed against his c.h.e.s.t as her o.r.g.a.s.m rocked through her. Belial's eyes flashed red as his inner demon came out.

"You are mine.' He growled, pulling Azreal's head to the side exposing her neck to him as he sunk his fangs into her tender skin while he erupted inside her. Azreal's breath was coming in shuddering gasps. Belial pressed a tender kiss to his mating mark on her neck, then scooped her up and tucked her into his side on the bed. Azreal felt pure bliss as she hugged herself to his c.h.e.s.t while he c.a.r.e.s.sed lazy circles on her back.