POV: Eriol
I can compare myself as a drug addict right now taking hero*in or mari*juana or whatever human illegal drug in large quantities.
I am on a high. Definitely on a high.
You might be wondering what a demon feels like when it - when we - have an orgasm. Well, I have only word to describe everything, and that would be:
PSYCHEDELIC.
Yes. That's exactly the right word.
I in particular was blessed to have layers of orgasms in one go. Humans last only seconds. But with me, this wonderful dizzying feeling can last for minutes, depending on the foreplay. And yes, I did make our foreplay the delicious sweet cream on the chocolate cake, hence our long orgasm.
I didn't miss out reading Andrea's thoughts asking herself if she can get more than two orgasms this night. I couldn't hide a smirk after hearing it. Although, she was a virginal woman and denies her attract
POV:AndreaDarkness took over the moment I closed my eyes. Sleep was the one thing I needed after...you know...after doing it with Eriol. I could feel the calm rise and fall of his chest until such time that my consciousness drifted away from reality, and the next thing I knew, when I opened my eyes, I found myself back in my assigned room, exactly just like what he told me.Four rows of beds were inside this room. I am using the bed that was fixed against the wall with a floral-printed bed sheet. In my left side was a slightly-opened glass window and one bedside table with a classic lampshade.When I turned my head to face the window, the beautiful early dawn instantly greeted me. I slowly straightened to sit and found myself wearing a spandex short and a white tank top.So sweet. I bet Eriol had gone through all the trouble making sure I am back in the retreat house on time and specifically not naked. But wh
POV: AndreaOur second day outreach program consisted of the same routine. It was around ten when we arrived in the village of the Gallic Tribe. This tribe, I could say, was a tad bit less civilized than the Treveri Tribe. They still have colorful beaded headdresses and outrageous costumes worn by most adult men and women but the designs were more sophisticated in the other tribe. Their skin complexion was far darker than the former too. Their children wore improvised cloths made of cow and snake skin and they have weird tattoo designs in the shoulders, neck and back.We started the program first with me, of course, as the emcee. Almost all of the tribesmen and children were gathered inside a large open-space tent we had set-up.Luckily, the group who danced and played the bongo last night around the bonfire accepted my proposition when I told them about it inside the bus. They were the ones who opened the program while my group yes
POV: EriolThirty minutes past twelve, I noticed the sudden change of weather when Andrea and the other volunteers attended to their last batch of diners.I groaned to myself, expecting the rain soon.I hate it.I definitely hate this kind of gloomy weather because it makes me remember the past. It makes me remember the pain in my rotten heart when Sarah was wedded to Tobias. It makes me remember how I scampered to my feet, how I grovelled in the Egyptian sand as the bastard Archangel Raphael held me down. It makes me remember how I ultimately became a demon.This kind of weather always puts me in a sour mood, but luckily, I have Andrea in my side now and the memory of last night to calm me down.I direly wanted to stay in another place, maybe teleport to Dubai where the sun always shows itself. However, my will to stay and watch over Andrea won me over and dispersed the feeling of
POV: AndreaAfter I was discharged, Aunt Marcella stuck with me from the hospital to the house and until my bedroom.She did the best she could being my guardian mainly because she was concerned of my current state. We had already decided to zip our mouths and not report what had happened to my mother. Both of us felt that scared of her possible rants if she ever did discover it.Auntie tried her hardest to make sure I am properly cared for. You can call it guilt on her part probably since she was the one who mentioned the outreach program to me, but I believe that it was just what it should be. I call it destiny for that to happen to us. It was just lucky enough that Eriol was there to save me and the rest of the volunteers.And oh, speaking of Eriol by the way, yes, I am exactly what you would call a dead meat woman.Why?Because he had been looking at me without end with those da
Media, Ancient Northwestern IranHouse of Raguel, Rooftop, EveningPOV:Aeshma (A flashback of the past)"Raphael," I greeted with enough callousness to the archangel standing some distance in front of me."Aeshma," he answered just the same.Glorious golden wings bright as the sun and wearing an armor that shined like a million stars in the night sky was what I see in this entity. You can add a long, golden hair and that's it - a worthy role model of the angels in heaven."Tell me, have you completely wallowed in Darkness? Did you finally joined the Adversary?" Raphael stated as he slowly circled me like a skillful predator.Shit.As if he can intimidate me with his golden presence.I turned to where he was, making sure my eyes never leave his. A tiny opening on my part could
POV: AeshmaI seethed in anger when all the wedding necessities were prepared the next day, but when the matrimonial ceremony was held, I only watched in helplessness as Sarah and her destined man exchanged vows.Every word she uttered not only pulverized me to the core, but also condemned me into the darkest, loneliest days of my life. Sarah and I are bound to be together. Supposed to be, I am the one who gives her all the happiness and the loving she deserves, but it seems destiny really weighed me down and pulled me out of the picture.But even as she had rejected me, here I am still, watching her from afar.As she tears my heart open with her matrimonial vows for another man, no, I didn't feel any hatred towards her. I still love her with all of my rotten heart. I still didn't regret loosing my status as an archangel and becoming a Fallen One.Why should I regret it when I had chosen this life f
Winner Mansion, LuxembourgPOV: Andrea (Present)Today, at exactly four in the afternoon, would be the arrival of Lorde in the Winner Mansion, so all of the staff skittered all around the house to clean whatever was needed to be cleaned.Somehow, Auntie Marcella decided to rearrange the furniture. She had Eriol and the other male staff do all the heavy lifting while I watched how her eccentric side emerged through her orientation tastes.Eriol and me are officially uhmm...lovers? F*ck-buddies? Maybe friends-with-benefits? Or more likely, having a mistress-to-servant relationship?I don't really know.What I am sure of was that Eriol had been using the word 'making love' in our nightly escapades and daylight trysts. That does give me a clue that there was something more than awesome, unearthly f*cking between us. Anyway, he has been very tight on me
POV: AndreaBeing four years older than me, I sometimes feel Lorde as my big brother. I remember back when the Final Fantasy Crisis Core installation was released, his friends and I teased him that the creator modeled his face to create one of the antagonists in the story.Why you ask?Because he looks exactly like Genesis Rhapsodos. Of course, it was just a joke then, especially that Lorde's hair at that time was a dark brown.But at present, looking at him with his signature unkempt hair having red highlights, I agreed to myself that he really looked like the handsome Genesis. Red highlights must be the fashion fever of the elite people in Mexico right now huh?He still has a lean, muscular body. The ones you can compare to a Calvin Klein male model, but with Eriol as the more seasoned of the two.He is a freaking sex God in the first place, so yeah... it
POV: Andrea (Minutes earlier...)My chest was very heavy when I opened my eyes. It felt like I had been a victim of a stampede with my chest being stomped over and over again. It felt raw and utterly sore. But despite this, slowly, I straightened myself to sit.Not having any idea where I was, I purposefully scanned the area to find any familiar landmarks. But, I could see none. Actually, I couldn't see anything at all except for the white clouds that surrounded me.What? Am I actually in heaven?"No, you are just in the realm where it is neither Heaven or Hell. Not in between, not beyond, " a voice from behind me suddenly spoke.I quickly stood up and turned around to find a very - hmmm...what can I say - a very pretty man wearing Greek men's clothing and standing a few feet away. The fabric's borders were adorned with gold and metallic blue embroidery. He had golden bands on his w
POV: EriolWe didn't smile or frown. We just stared at each other speechless.She slowly approached me, Raphael giving her the freedom, and I really thought I would be embraced then but she suddenly slapped me. Palm to my right cheek. Hard. I was surprised."That's for leaving me without a word, " she stated with bitterness.And then she slapped me again in the opposite side."And that's for erasing my memories!"I touched the sore spot of my cheeks and grinned at her remark. I surely deserve this kind of treatment so I accept it with arms wide open. It seemed that she had finally remembered her memories from the past to the present. On what specific part of those, that I don't know, but I wanted to. Yes, I really wanted to. However, I didn't dare read her mind again. That's a privacy I had learned to adjust even if it was hard for me."You bastard!
POV: AndreaAlthough I strongly held myself, after I read the letter, a drop of tear slowly escaped my eye. I immediately wiped it dry with my bare hands, but the driver of the limousine broke his silence and told me that a tissue paper can be located below my seat. I gave him a thank you nod and went to pull the tissue out of the hidden cabinet."You shouldn't be crying Ms. Andrea. It is your big day today, " he advised with a worried look shown in the front mirror's reflection.I smiled meekly at him and said, "Yeah, I should probably stop these emotional thoughts now. I wouldn't want to look like a crying drag queen when we arrive at the church."I pulled two more sheets of tissue and lightly dabbed it in my left eye. A light retouch would be what I would surely need when I get there."Oh, I tell you Ms. Andrea, you are no drag queen, " the driver spoke again with a jolly voice.
POV: AndreaI had my white cocktail dress on. It had a sweetheart neckline with a flowy skirt that reached on the knees. A red ribbon was tied elegantly around my waist for additional sophistication and as what my mom said, a tradition, and in order to distinguish me from all the other ladies in the room. I am the bride-to-be of course, so it was my night.Together with me as I stepped inside the second-floor function room were my mother and my step-dad. Auntie Marcella arrived earlier in order to make sure that the preparations were going according to her 'top-of-the-line' plan.When we examined the place, it was really of that magnitude. Rows and rows of white rose bouquets were seen in the entrance and corridor going to the specific bridal party room. Then, inside the room itself, there were numerous white vases full of white roses and Dancing Lady orchids. White balloons covered the whole ceiling except the huge
POV: AndreaNearly two weeks had passed, yet I still have the same dream over and over again. No changes whatsoever. Just the same faceless angel saying a goodbye to me and flying away from the porch outside my room. It had caused me weary mornings everyday and it had my heart beating like it was being pulled out of my chest.I really wanted to know what my dream meant and why do I keep on dreaming it. It was strange for me because I am not a fan of angels at all. Vampires, yes, but angels? No, not at all. So, it had me debating why on earth am I having a dream like this?The only thing that kept me sane though was seeing Lorde's impressive blue sapphire engagement ring on my finger. It had encouraged me to shove the thoughts of sadness in my subconscious plane and start the day with a smile.Lorde and I had been spending time together almost everyday since he was discharged from the hospital; going to shopping dist
POV: AndreaEven without smiling the man had an angelic face. Short was his hair, with blonde streaks overlapping the overall gray ones. He had a well-toned body and looked quite tall, probably an inch taller than Lorde.I had to ask myself who was this man that had kept a steady eye on me the moment I entered the room? He doesn't seem to be Lorde's attending physician because he wasn't wearing the signature white coat, but then again, doctors do sometimes check on their patients without one on.Auntie Marcella immediately hugged me when I approached the bed. I embraced her back of course in order to make her feel that I appreciated her words in the email."Andrea, why haven't you replied my texts?" That's her immediate question when we withdrew.I know I looked sheepish in her eyes when I answered, "I'm sorry Auntie. I left my phone in the mansion."I don't even kn
POV:EriolIt actually felt wonderful to be free from the chains of my rotten heart, to be wallowed with my darkness, to be my own demon. All that enveloped me was concentrated lust. It's as if all the lust in the world, all the multiples of me have gathered, have nurtured, have sewn were all poured inside me. I felt as if my body overheated. And it felt so good...After putting Andrea in her knees, I commanded her to do one that had my c0ck aching so much - a fucking blowjob. You might be wondering, but no, I haven't had at least one job in my entire existence, both as a Fallen Angel and as a Prince of Lust.I believe if the demons in Hell would find out about this fact, they would snicker and make fun of me, but like I fucking care.It was already expected that I would experience extreme pleasures in both the demon and human realm, but no, I had purposefully made myself chaste in a way for th
POV:AndreaNormally, women undergoing a marriage proposal are either on the verge of crying or smiling from ear to ear because of joy.But me? Neither.I am in the state of ambivalence right now.In my younger years being with Lorde, I had daydreamed him proposing to me a couple of times. In the Gemstone River, in a fancy dinner date, while riding our horses on top of a hill, in the terrace under the biggest blue moon of the year, and even here, in this very spot I am sitting now - the classic gazebo.His words were the exact replica of what I wanted to hear when he proposes to me - or at least some of it excluding him mentioning having dreams about the bus accident and me dying. And yes, the way Lorde positioned himself presently, on bended knee and holding a highly-priced ring, was exactly what I had envisioned.His proposal was exactly what I wanted, except of course,
POV: AndreaNow, for the record, the place where Lorde bit me was in the exact spot where Eriol gave me a hickey yesterday. Because of this, I realized that jealousy already bubbled inside him."Lorde!" I cried, pushing his chest away at the same time. It was partly an instinct for a woman to do so, and partly because I was surprised of course.He captured my hands and roughly immobilized it against the shelf. Figurines after figurines of animals made of crystal toppled over and broke into pieces on our feet.I felt his tongue swirled against the skin of my neck, coordinating with his teeth to make a sucking motion. It was just a localized area, but the damn sensation flooded all over my body like food coloring in plain water.I wouldn't call it delicious because it felt like pins penetrating my flesh, but it was enough to tickle me and my insides. I felt my flaming desire resurface back again, but