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The angel did as her demon mistress
commanded. She knelt and positioned her
heavenly p—y above Zafira’s hellish mouth.
“Listen, Cole! When you c-m, pour the virgin’s
essence on her.”
Cole stood in front of Anariel; his thick c–k hung
mere inches from her m
outh. She grasped his
s—t, hungry eyes eagerly awaiting her prize. She
stroked him slowly while cooing to the exquisite
pleasure coming from Zafira’s tongue.
“Do you like me stroking you, mortal?” Anariel
“Yes,” he hissed. His eyes rolled blindly back into
Cole listened to the loud slurping sounds of
Zafira’s mouth on the fallen angel’s p—y while
Anariel pumped his c–k. Anariel stroked him
faster as she approached another o—-m. She
screamed blissfully; her orifice flooded Zafira’s
face with holy juices.
Watching the angel c-m sent Cole over the edge.
“I’m about to c-m!” he moaned.
Anariel quickly took her hand off Cole’s throbbing
c–k and folded her hands together. She closed
her eyes and mumbled to herself as if praying.
Her hands glowed in a faint light; she spread wide
her blackened angel wings; her heart sang,
stronger, almost audible to mortal ears.
Cole popped the lid off the vial of virgin’s essence
with his thumb and splashed it on Anariel at the
same time his c–k shot several streams of ropey
c-m on her face. His load landed on her lips and
dribbled south, then dripped from her chin down
her front, all the way to Zafira’s fiercely suckling
The two e—-c fluids mixed and sparkled on
Anariel’s smooth skin. Within moments, Anariel’s
wings glowed as if on fire. The glow slowly died;
the blackness of her wings flaked off like fresh
ash, revealing glistening white feathers
underneath. The cure had worked.
Anariel stood. She slowly turned her head, looking
at her new wings. “I… I don’t believe it.”
“I told you it would work!” Zafira boasted. She
stood and brushed charred ash from her skin.
Anariel hugged Cole. “Thank you,” she said with
Cole’s mind tried to return to Earth. His blood
still rushed to the wrong head as the angel held
him in her warm embrace. He had just c-m on an
angel’s face and she was thankful for it! Cole
wondered how many mortals, or otherwise, could
make such a boast.
“Ahem!” Zafira coughed. “We’ll be taking one of
your feathers now.”
Anariel released Cole. “Very well.” She extended a
wing. With a pained expression on her face and a
hard tug, she plucked a feather and handed it to
Cole gazed at the white feather in his hand. This
was it — the last object they needed. Soon, he
would have his answers. He tucked the feather
inside his coat pocket, and then remembered to
also stash his half-erect c–k back in his
Anariel stood in front of Zafira. “Thank you for
everything. I will pray for your safety, but you
must never return. I have an image to uphold and
I can’t have demons or angels seeking a safe
haven here, thinking they can get away with
killing others as you have.”
“I don’t need your prayers or your sanctuary,”
Zafira said with a smile. “Honestly, I would have
never returned, but I had no one else to turn to
for this. Besides, it would be a shame if you fell
for my seductive ways again.”
Cole watched as Zafira the succubus and Anariel
the angel embraced each other in a gentle hug,
not as lovers, but seemingly as bitter old friends.
“I will send you both back to Chicago.” Anariel
stepped away from Zafira and extended her arm.
Her open palm drew in magical light; with a slight
gesture, a glowing orb took form. She drew back
her arm and, with a twist of her wrist, threw the
mystic globule. The orb shattered against thin air
with a loud crackle and muted flash. A
dimensional gateway appeared where the orb of
Zafira and Cole walked to the gateway. Cole
stepped through first; Zafira lagged behind. “Good
bye, Anariel,” she smiled over her shoulder.
Anariel smiled back; her eyes glowed. “Good bye,
Zafira.” The gateway closed with finality behind
To Be Continued