Love Lust and Angels (Parts 1 - 3) Page 3

  From her apartment's hallway she heard his voice, “Naomi, beloved? Are you present?”

  Naomi, scraped her throat, clearing her voice in order to sound as seductive as she knew how, “In here baby!”

  She heard his footsteps approach the room “Naomi, I am in dire need of telling you something,” he opened the door and saw her stretched out like the most delectable meal he'd ever laid eyes on. The next thing that he was going to say, interrupted by his shock and delight. He blinked. He liked this! This was very nice! He shook his head quickly “Naomi, beloved, I must-” He started as he sat on the bed next to her, and with those last words Naomi placed a single finger over his mouth and shushed him.

  She reached up, getting on her knees on the bed, in order to reach him better, and kissed him deeply. Ravishing him in a rapture filled kiss. Jeremiel felt as though he'd momentarily lost his breath. She'd never kissed him this way before. This too was good. Slowly she crawled on top of him, placing herself on his lap, still not releasing his lips. Jeremiel, lost his train of thought. He was stunned – in a good way! I mean, she'd given herself to him before. They'd mated, they'd been intimate in many ways before. But, never like this! She was seducing him, all action, no words, all woman, lavished lust and power. He was enjoying this. The way that she was taking control of the situation, the way that she was manipulating his manhood (in a good way). She was being naughty, and he liked it.

  Naomi broke away from the kiss, then pushing him back on the bed, so that he'd lay down, she got off of him and released her hands on him. She began to touch him in ways she'd never done before. She allowed her hands to discover every corner of his body. With a soft touch and a skilled hand she grazed his skin, every inch, every centimeter she covered with her talented fingers, then lips, then tongue. She tasted the salty musk of his body and basked in it.

  Jeremiel was in ecstasy and virtually immobile and mute. In the many times that they'd mated, she'd never touched him this way before. This new sensation was perfect, it reminded him all the more of how much he needed, wanted and loved her.

  Without warning, she'd shed him of his clothing and now he lay fully naked on the bed. The look in her eyes! He'd never seen that look before. What did it mean? Was that the look of a talented seductress preforming the most enticing and erotic form of seduction? If it was – he liked that also. Naomi placed herself between his legs and with one good lick, tasted his manhood, then she wrapped her mouth around it, and tasted if further. He was delicious! Jeremiel's eyes rolled to the back of his head, and his mouth dropped open in awe and delight.

  When Naomi was done, she pulled him by his hands, and sat him up on the edge of the bed. She began to dance – though there was no music – as she danced she slowly removed every strap of clothing. Jeremiel was speechless, he merely watched as she moved smoothly, no flaws, no mistakes. Just pure sensuality. When she'd finished removing her clothes, she walked up to him, still walking (practically swaying) to the tune in her head. When she reached him, she placed her naked breast in his already opened mouth. Immediately Jeremiel, began to savor the glory therein. Flicking her beautiful tip between his teeth and tongue. Naomi loved the sensation. Without prompting, Jeremiel took over. He moved from one breast to the next, then down her belly and finally – laying back on the bed with her over his face – her femininity. She tasted like heaven.

  His hands wrapped around her thighs as he dug deep into her parting mound. Naomi moaned, gasped, she was lost in her ecstasy. Finally, when he'd been filled with the pleasurable taste of her moister, he (as easily as anything) picked her up and laid her back on the bed. Then he turned her to her stomach, and lifted her bottom towards him, she was now ready and perched to be filled by him. With one hand he took hold lightly of a portion of her hair, with the other he held his manly member, and led it to her wet opening. With a single, well angled thrust, he was inside of her. Oh, did she feel so good! Warm, moist, tight “Ohh...”, he moaned. Naomi followed.

  Slowly he began to enter and exit, and with every thrust, she sighed, cried and moaned in delight. The sound of her voice, making him all the more excited. It was a feeling without compare. He wanted to see her face, so with a single motion he exited her, turned her around and entered her again. Ahh, there it was again...! That look in her eyes! Oh, how he enjoyed it. With that, Naomi pushed him back, making him lie on his back and as if they were a single unit (in one accord), with the soul movement, she was on top of him.

  The frenzy was too much to handle for Jeremiel, his eyes closed for a single moment, and when they opened, they'd transformed into solid balls of gold. No longer did he have the whites of his eyes or the human like eyes that he usually had, but now they were fierce, fiery balls of solid gold.

  In an instant, Naomi was filled with fear—she screamed! She jumped off of him, and crouched herself in the corner of the bed, in a upward fetal position. Jeremiel almost immediately noticed what had just happened, and quickly sat up in the bed, hiding his face from her. Naomi, was now shivering with fear “W...w... what are you?” She asked barely able to utter the words.

  That was it! He was left with no choice: he must tell her – he had to divulge his secret. If she loved him as much as he loved her, then everything would work out “Naomi beloved, first you must know this... I am in love with you. I love you, Naomi.” then, still completely naked, and his manly member (even still) erect, he stood to his feet, his back to her, and as if by the power of pure thought, his wings were now visible and flew open.

  Naomi gasped “Oh my God!”, she whispered in a loud cry.

  Jeremiel lowered his head, his back still towards Naomi, “I am called Jeremiel. I am the Mercy bringer. I was assigned to help you that day on the cliff... But, things changed.”

  “Oh my God!”, she repeated, apparently not able to utter anything else.

  “That day I forsook heaven, to be with you,” he now turned to face her, got down on a single knee in front of her and took her hand in his “Naomi, do not fear me. I mean you no harm,” he kissed her hand “I never have. I am in love with you.” He repeated, emphasis on the last sentence—his hope was that this new revelation would not come between them, that their love would prevail.

  “Oh my God!”, she said again, as a single tear fell down her cheek—her entire body quavering from fear.

  “Please, my beloved,” he said with pure solidarity in his voice, and a knot in his throat “Do not hate me. Do not fear me. Please, please do not cry!”, the last plea was barely said as he wiped the single tear from her face.

  A few awkward silent moments drifted by, and Jeremiel began to feel defeated as Naomi said nothing else, he stood to his feet to walk away—Naomi still did not move. Jeremiel walked down the hall—Naomi remained unmoved. Jeremiel opened a portal to exit the apartment, looked back, and said his last words to her “Naomi, I love you now, and I shall always and forever.”, and left.

  With that Naomi fell with her face flat on the bed, and wept...

  Part 3 – Needing my Angel

  Naomi was scared, confused—a wreck. She couldn't have seen what she thought she saw. It simply couldn't have been real. Jeremiel! He called himself Jeremiel, the Patron on mercy! “No...!” she whispered to herself, still baffled by the entire encounter. The man she'd fallen so deeply in love with, was not a man at all. As the matter of fact, he was practically a god. An angel!

  She decided that the best thing to do, was forget about it all. Act as though it had never happened. She'd decided—J (or Jeremiel) never existed! End of story!

  *****

  He should have known better than to forsake heaven and fall in love with a human. How could he now go back to the Higher Sources and ask for forgiveness? How could he have been such a fool? What was he to do now? He couldn't very well return to heaven, but he could not stay among the humans either. Besides, he had no reason to – the human woman he loved, did not love him back. She was, after all, the only reason to linger among men and now he didn't have her.
Truth be told, she'd totally rejected him!

  Was he now to mingle among the fallen? Was he meant to have mere demons as his brethren? No! He could not! He may have failed the Higher Sources in having fallen in love with a human but, he was no 'fallen'. He'd never done anything but good, and he intended on having things remain that way. His only choice? To be a highlander, an outcast, a roamer. Looking for a place to call home, yet never really belonging anywhere.

  Such was his fate and he'd accept it...

  *****

  Several Months Later

  Days, seemed to turn into weeks, which melted away into months. Naomi was never able to find a suitable donor. Now, she lay in a hospital bed, limp, pale, devoid of life, vigor and color. She was now, only the carcass of whom she'd once been. And, even the shell was broken.

  Thin, frail, having lost most of her hair, black circles around her eyes and what seemed like thousands of tubes coming out of her every limb. In one arm, blood went in, and in the other, blood came out. Her bones felt brittle, and she thought she'd aged fifty years in only months—or at least that's how she felt. Her adoptive mother sat beside her, in the chair adjoined to her bed, with Naomi's thin hand in her own. Doctor's entered and exited absentmindedly, with chart in hand, not so much as offering Naomi the decency of a look in the eyes as they asked the same redundant questions.

  “So Ms. Santiago, it says here you have AMM. Correct?”

  “Yes!”, she was agitated, yet such was her weakness that she could not intone it in her response, “How many times do I have to answer that same question?”, she turned her head to look at her mother and squeezed lightly on her hand “Ma, please!”, then looked over at the doctor with a weary glance, indicating to her mother to respond as she no longer wanted to.

  “I'm sorry Ms. Santiago, it's routine.”, the doctor apologized in an unemotional way, still not removing his eyes from the chart.

  “Look Doctor,” said Naomi's mother, emphasizing the last word with disgust, “My daughter has been through enough, so if you don't have anything else better to do – such as, oh I don't know. Heal her! Then please, just leave her alone and let her rest. All the answers you need are in the chart. Trust me!” Adding a bit of smugness to the last sentence. The doctor glanced quickly in Mrs. Santiago's direction due to her comment, did not say another word, took two steps back, then turned around to walk out, all the while not releasing the chart from his gaze. “Everything is going to be alright baby.” Naomi's mother reassured her and then pet her forehead.

  Petting her forehead?! Yes! This action brought back a memory that Naomi swore she'd never think of again. Suddenly, her heart skipped a beat, then it jammed her throat, then the back of her eyelids became wet with memories long suppressed. With a soft puff, Naomi uttered, “Jeremiel...”

  “What was that sweetie?”

  “Nothing Ma.”

  “Okay. Well, close your eyes and get some rest baby girl. Momma is gonna be here when you wake up.”, the truth in that statement caused a pinch of sadness in the pit of her stomach, at her pathetic situation, she sighed with remorse, “I should have never let him go!” she thought to herself, “If I would have just accepted him, then it would have been him here with me – not mom.”, once again the remorse bit at the pit of her stomach, a tear rolled down her cheek and before her mother could see it, she wiped it away.

  Closing her eyes, Naomi could see his face clearly, as though she'd just seen him yesterday. Silken skin, red hair, golden eyes, the powerful gentlemanly smile that seemed to beam, his gentle demeanor. God she missed him with a passion! And yes, even still, she knew she was madly, deeply and truly in love with him. There was no getting around it.

  Still with closed eyes, she drifted of to sleep, seeing her beloved J, clear as day in her mind. A dream of him was quick to follow...

  *****

  The highway was long, bright with the beaming sun, and void of people or life everywhere. Just a long strip of road as far as the eye could see. On either side of the never ending road was desert and dry land. Yet, there Jeremiel stood, thumb up, pointed at the sky, long trench coat covering him and dirty. A small backpack filled only with essentials, walking still, while his thumb remained pointed at the sky in hopes that a car might pass by and give him a lift.

  Sure he could fly. Sure he could open a portal and simply walk in it. Sure he could rip off his rugged trench and open his wings with obvious swiftness and sore above the clouds. But, having the ability to do so, was not the same thing as having the freedom to do it.

  Ability meant, being physically capable of preforming an act. Freedom, meant doing it without putting himself in a world of trouble. If he opened his wings to fly off, then he could be easily sensed by the Spirit Realms and someone could come looking from him. Just who exactly? Well, suffice it to say, that he was being looked for by both parties!

  So Jeremiel stood in his well constructed disguise – an outcast. No one knew him and he knew no one. It was best this way. And if during his travels, he found himself helping a person in need (in secret, of course) then that was a plus.

  A car flew by, blowing a cloud of dust off the road and into Jeremiel face in so doing. Jeremiel, swatted at the cloud of dust with one hand and waved his already pointed thumb with the other in hopes that the car would stop. It didn't. So, he continued to walk.

  As it had done routinely in the past months, his mind would always drift back to the thought of her. Naomi. His Naomi. How he missed her! How he (even still) loved her! With the passing thought of her came a vivid memory...

  “Hey baby?”, she called, half in question, half in seduction, sitting with her back pressed against the back board of the bed, as naked as the day she'd been born, legs spread—knees bent upwards, “So, how much longer are you gonna make me wait?” They'd just gone a round of hot love making, yet Naomi seemed to never be completely satisfied. It was though, she wanted him inside of her every second, of every minute, of every day. She couldn't get enough of him. Her maniacal need for him, constant. Withal, and without the shadow of a doubt, he loved that about her!

  He lay width's length at the foot of the bed, also unclothed – sweaty and softly panting: just now catching his breath once more, “Oh, you little minx, you!” he replied in a playful tone, “Are you never satisfied?”

  “No!”, she retorted, blithely and honestly.

  Getting to him knees on the bed, he crawled to where she sat, positioned himself between her legs, took hold of them, and responded, “All right. As you wish,” Just the thought of her hunger for him, would always kindle his desire for her. And with that kindling came the hardening of his manhood instantly, every time, without fail “I should never want to disappoint such a grand specimen of a female as yourself, lest I am banned from entering you ever again.”, he said with a sinfully delicious and seduction delivery.

  “Mhm!”, was all Naomi replied, as she wrapped her arms around him and pressed her lips against him with wantonness, pulling away from that kiss for the briefest of moments, she continued, “We wouldn't want that now: would we?”

  “Never!”, he said as he started to smile once more. Then Naomi covered his mouth with hers again, and kissed him fervently as he was still smiling.

  Jeremiel, did not have to do anything. Naomi was in control. She, while kissing him, grabbed his hard and erect manhood, and gently pulled it towards her still moist opening. He moved with her in accord, swiftly and easily. She positioned his rock like muscle just there, and then rubbed it with her hand, stroking it up and down a few times. Jeremiel, moaned in delight. It was things such as these that made him desire her more than anything or anyone. Though she'd not loosened his mouth, she still managed to grab his member with no fuss.

  Talent! He surmised. Seductive, talent! He repeated to himself mentally.

  Naomi slid herself lower—smoothly gliding her back onto the bed, and in so doing, she pressed his organ inside of her. A swift movement. A simple motion, and he was inside of her. He huffed
in pleasure, as did she. The first thing he did in order to savor this moment? He pulled back, pulling himself out of her smoothly but not entirely, then pushed himself back in with a hard thrust. Naomi almost screamed in ecstasy.

  Words were not enough to explain how fantastic he felt inside of her! Okay, so he'd sort of turned her into a little bit of a horn-ball. But she figured, she might as well take advantage of every single minute. Who knew if she'd still be alive the next day to enjoy it again. One day at a time. Living life to the fullest – or as best she could. So, what better way. than to fuck his brains out every single day?! Or, so she figured.

  They were content this way. This made them happy.

  Jeremial while still thrusting, straightened himself up off of her - manly member still inside of her – grabbed a hold of both of her legs in one hand and then slid them together to a single shoulder: lunging in rhythmic strokes even still. Naomi hummed, panted and moaned in frenzy. Licking a single finger, Jeremiel, rubbed her clitoris. He knew that she loved that sensation. And he loved seeing what it did to her. Naomi reached over and rubbed his bare chest. Then raising a fingertip to her mouth, she moistened it and replaced his hand with hers, in the stimulation of her clitoris. “Mmm!”, was all Jeremiel sighed. The look of that made him want to ride her like an animal. Without the ability to contain himself any longer, he began to thrust hard, in and out. Pulsing with vigor.

  Then with a single movement, he exited her, turned her to her hands and knees, rear towards him, and entered her once more with a hard and savory push. Naomi cried in delight. Jeremiel, then too his wet fingertip and massaged the opening of her backside, then ever so softly, entered his finger there. In and out, in unison with his manhood which powered inside of her.