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I try to nod, but I’m not sure I manage. When the knot of tension inside me reaches a critical point, I obey the fallen angel and bear down. Wetness splashes over Ithuriel’s lap as I squirt for the first time in my life, the orgasm so strong, I feel like I’m having a seizure. Itha shouts something as I feel his dick inside me kick against my walls and Sariel’s invading cock.

When I come to, I realize I must have passed out for a second. Sar’s hand is holding my drooling mouth shut, and I know I must’ve screamed unholy Hell.

“Fuck,” I mumble against his palm. When he removes it, I try to form more words. “I love you,” I slur.

The Fallen chuckles and grabs my neck. “We’re not done yet.”

Chapter 32 – Ithuriel

My softening manhood is still gently pulsing inside of Jessica, held in place by Sariel’s hard sex. I’m covered in our combined fluids; the results of my and Jessica’s orgasms, her drool and sweat, as well as my own. I had no idea intercourse was so… messy.

As Sariel slides out of her, so do I. “Roll over,” he says. When both Jess and I just lie there, spent, he sighs and picks up our girl, dropping her on her back next to me. With the next move, he pulls me up and over, manipulating me until I’m on top of her. I shudder at his domineering behavior.

“Fuck her,” he commands in a low voice and I can see goosebumps lifting on the skin of Jessica’s neck in response.

“I am not… entirely at attention,” I murmur, embarrassed to be disappointing them.

Sariel merely snickers. “Not for long.”

He leans over to grab the little flask of oil, uncorking it with a pop. The liquid hitting the overheated flesh of my buttocks makes every hair on my body lift. My spent manhood stirs before he even touches me. A millennium and a half of chastity, and I become ravenous in the span of mere weeks.

When Sariel’s fingers press against my hole, I welcome them. I will welcome any part of him he wishes to give me. He penetrates me with a digit, then adds more when my muscles loosen around them. It’s not long until I’m pushing back into his hand, my penis bobbing against Jessica’s mound.

The girl is chewing on her bottom lip, observing the play of emotions on my face, the sounds coming out of my mouth. When our eyes meet, she smiles and lifts her legs, holding them up as Sariel did just days ago. I accept her invitation and lead my manhood back inside her core.

As Sariel hits an electric spot inside me, stars burst into existence behind my now tightly-closed eyelids, and the double stimulation at my back and front threaten to drive me insane.

Without my volition, words come out of my mouth, aimed at the male thrusting his fingers into my body: “Make love to me, Sariel.”

The male growls and spreads me open with one hand, replacing his fingers with his manhood. As he pushes past that first tight ring, inhuman sounds echo in the room, grunts and groans intertwining as our bodies do.

Sariel braces himself to thrust harder, moving my body into Jessica’s with each shove forward. Her head thrashes from side to side as Sariel’s weight pushes my pelvis against hers, providing the friction she needs to find her release.

I am lost in the haze of pleasure and time ceases to hold meaning. All that I am aware of is that my body is now a part of these two beings, just as their hearts are a part of mine.

Jessica climaxes first, calling out both our names as she finds her release, much gentler than last time, her tunnel clenching around my manhood nevertheless. It’s the milking of her sex, combined with Sariel changing his angle and pressing against the right spot with each thrust, that brings me over next. My mouth opens and no sound comes out, but I can feel myself clench around Sariel’s hardness, squeezing it.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, Itha!” he yells, thrusting one more time, so hard it hurts, then stilling inside me as he releases impossibly deep.

Sariel’s breaths warm my back as our heartbeats synchronize and I look down to see Jess has already fallen asleep. After a moment, Sar rolls off, landing on one side of our girl, the mattress bouncing not disturbing her at all.

More carefully, I extract myself and lie down on her other side, watching her breathe peacefully. I feel Sariel’s dark eyes on me and look at him. Smiling, he extends his hand and I meet him halfway, our fingers intertwining atop our sleeping human love.

∞∞∞

“I was gonna make you fall and then leave you.”

Sariel’s confession in the dark chills me down to my bones. We were lying in silence, enjoying the peaceful aftermath of our lovemaking.

“Make you suffer how I suffered those centuries, thinking you’d just forgotten about me when I fell to spare you,” he continues.

“Why are you telling me this?” I murmur, my voice betraying the hurt I feel, his words cutting deeper than I could have imagined. I feel so vulnerable after giving him my body.

Sariel squeezes my hand and it’s then I realize he’s still holding it. I want to pull it back, but he won’t allow it.

“Because I need you to know that this isreal,” he stresses. “What I feel for you is so real, Ithuriel.” I refuse to look at him, so he tugs on my hand until I give him my eyes. “It’s so strong I gave up Heaven,” he says once our eyes meet. “It’s so strong it endured even after years of being tortured by the demons as I landed in Hell.”

I close my eyes, feeling a tear escape the confines of my eyelids. “I saw that, in the bolgia. It’s what the flames showed me.” I release a choppy exhale. “They tortured you and you called for me.” My voice breaks on the last word.

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