Blas Archangels [Sample Only]

-5- Judgement

-5- Judgement

[WARNING: 18 + | GRAPHIC and DARK EROTICA]

The second entry into the E.W. causes my thoughts to warp just as badly as my vision and I throw up on the spot. Wet crumbles from the short bread angel promptly exit my stomach and my eyes are bombarded with shifting yellow, purple, green lights.

Voices. I hear many voices, shocked words, gasps and laughs. No wind, only a warm breeze winds its way between my thighs, fluttering my dress. I feel an arm wrap around my waist, a hand over my eyes, then my feet leave the ground and my stomach drops.

My spine curls with rejection of the sudden flight, clearly I was in the air even though I couldn't see what was happening. Behind me I could feel hot male skin pressing into my back. A naked angel?

"One little boo and you fell across, soo easy," Myron's voice floats through my ear drum and into my head like an arrow piercing and breaking apart my comfort zone, "Poor amor."

It felt like half-hearted sympathy.

I know from Myron's confidence and the voices making up all the white noise hitting my ears – clearly from a large, large crowd – that I was about to learn how my life would change forever.

We land abruptly and I feel the push of wings as Myron's feet hit the ground, his hand comes off my eyes and my body collides with a stone table. Myron lays his sword down next to me.

A sacrificial plaque?

I was about to die!

I lurch up, only to have the angel standing in front of me, grab the back of my neck and hold me down.

"Don't. Move. Trespasser," it's Valentine and my breath halts, only for my sobs to rack out a moment later.

"I'm not, I'm not –!" I cry out but I halt when my mouth seals shut and I realise it's not my will.

Valentine forces me to remain quiet.

"Say nothing and you'll find lenience after it's done," Valentine unhands my neck and he steps back. My vision clears and I feel my breath escape my lips in an absolute moment of terror at the strange warmth ignited from the event happening behind me.

Myron's hands have slid under my blue courier dress, his hands run up my thighs... to my ass... and that's all he does, after flicking the dress over my back, his hands run over my butt cheeks, warming them.

I feel a strange lust pulse through me from behind, spreading in waves through my body, making me feel like I might just start thrusting on the stone plaque... but from the front end, I feel fear through my eyes. Through what I see.

If the whole palace had been waiting for a show that Valentine had been planning, this was it.

What in god's name did I do the first time to deserve this humiliation? This trickery? What did Valentine want with me?!

The endless green lawn was filled with waiting angels and their female companions of all kinds of species.

I could see everyone watching me, every set of eyes were set upon my form being bent over and caressed from behind.

"Guzza!" Valentine yells at the crowd and I wait as people part. A few seconds later, another naked, giant, muscled angel comes striding through.

He towered over everyone by a whole foot, his wings were a dark grey, his hair a ruffled brown mess like he didn't care about keeping it neat.

"Up here, brother," Myron calls to Guzza, "I first..."

I didn't want to think about it.

What was about to happen.