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  Naomi, all but lost complete control. She was ravished and rapture by this fiery mating. The orgasm came without warning. It merely burst out of her like an explosion. And, with that Jeremiel to irrupted in a massive orgasm.

  Such, was Jeremiel's memory...

  Then, as if by pure magic, in the sound of a ghostly whisper, Jeremiel heard a voice “Jeremiel...”, the unmistakable voice of the only woman he'd ever loved. He stopped right in his tracks, his thumb probed hand falling to his side. Was he going crazy? “Am I to also lose my mind?”, he thought to himself. Hadn't he lost enough already?

  Then it came again “Jeremiel...” Like a wind blown spirit passing by, calling his name.

  His backpack made a clunking noise as it hit the floor, from him having dropped it—he was in awe. In pure shock. He couldn't help himself, it was instinctual “Naomi, beloved...?”, he called out in a confused and awe filled voice.

  “Jeremiel... please?” The wispy voice called out once more. This time, he spun on his feet, from one side to the next, looking around from the ground to the sky, from east to west, all around him. Was she hiding somewhere? Playing tricks on him? This was too much for him to handle.

  Then it came back to him...

  Last he'd seen her, she still hadn't found a suitable donor. Had she died? “Oh no!”, he gasped in shock, “Oh no, no, no, no!!”, he called and then his knees lost strength beneath him and he went crashing down upon them as his body filled with anguish “Oh no please!!” He yelled but no one heard.

  There was only one way to know, he'd have to find her himself. Even if she rejected him time and time again, as long as he found her alive—it didn't matter. Her life mattered more to him than anything, even if that meant him not being in her life as long as she was alive, it was fine. He just knew, that he could not live in a world where Naomi did not exist.

  This was now his mission! No longer caring about consequence, he tore off his tattered trench, spread his wings and took off.

  *****

  Shaking her lightly Naomi's mother tried to wake her, “Naomi. Naomi honey, wake up. You're having a dream sweetie. Wake up,” Naomi was lightly startled but calmed quickly, though her hand remained a bit shaky, she blinked her eyes open “Who is Jeremiel?”, her mother asked catching her off guard.

  “Uh, what...?”

  “Who's Jeremiel, sweetie?”, she asked again, gently patting Naomi's hand, “You kept saying that name in your sleep.”

  Naomi, shook her head lightly “Now I'm talking in my sleep! Damn it.”, she thought to herself, “No one Ma. It was just a dream.”

  “Hmmm,” was her mothers only reply and a hint of suspicion lingered in it. Then she turned her face to watch some television, all the while holding Naomi's hand.

  Naomi, turned her face in the opposite direction and filled with emotion she began to cry silently. Her only thought? The only thing that was powerfully present in her mind? Jeremiel.

  Oh, how she missed, loved and needed him. How stupid! How foolish had she been, that she would turn her back on true love over fear. Only an idiot would do such a thing. Obviously she was an idiot.

  Knowing that no one could hear her, and no one was really listening, she said in a very silent whisper, to herself (but actually to him—wherever he was), “I love you Jeremiel.” and meant it deeply.

  *****

  “We have located Jeremiel, my Liege.”, deep and raspy, rough and humble was his voice. It was a combination of great courage and extreme fear. His fear? His Liege. Why should such a powerful, large and apparently incredibly evil demon, fear his Liege? She was so small. A little girl. A tiny, (what appeared to be) insignificant little girl. Yet, a little girl she was not!

  She was quite possibly the most beautiful little girl that anyone had ever laid eyes on. Her skin was like silken milk, her eyes as golden as the sun, her cheeks rosy red, which matched her lips to perfection. Her hair, jet black, pin straight and fell to her waist, with thoroughly cut bangs that fell just over her eyebrows. She looked like a porcelain doll. Perfection was an understatement.

  Yet, as beautiful as she was, there was something off about her. She wore clothes (a pretty dress, covered in ruffles and lace) in colors of white, light blue and pale yellow – yet, they seemed dingy and dirty. Not something normally suited for the perfect little girl. The look in her eyes carried a savage, rabid beast – fiercely and silently growling. A quiet, dangerous storm.

  Lucifer, was her name.

  And so, was the explanation as to why the fear in the demons voice. Lucifer was meant to be feared and not underestimated “How many times must I remind you to call me 'Lucy'?”, her sweet voice, a fraud.

  “Yes, my Liege,” Abaddon said, bowing his head.

  “Uhh...” she huffed, “Never mind,” then she turned to walk towards her seat and sat on it – prim, proper her demeanor, “Whom exactly, did you locate?”

  “Jeremiel, my Liege.”

  She smiled wide, evil twinkling in her eyes, “Fantastic,” she said simply, stood to her feet, walked towards the large demon, reached up to place her tiny hand on his shoulder, causing his knees to buckle, making him fall upon them. She looked at him directly in the eyes “Bring him here.”, Abaddon could do nothing but nod.

  *****

  Silvery eyes gleaming, messy (yet neat) curls being blown by the wind, Chamuel stood in reverence before his Majesties, “My Lords, we have detected him—Jeremiel,” he stated matter-of-factly.

  Her voice rang in the sound of a quiet symphony. A melodic stream of peace, “Amazing news, our friend. Please bring him here.”, the function of being One was their only nature.

  His voice rang of ageless wisdom and majesty. The combination of the two made for a perfect musical composition, “Yes Chamuel. Bring him. He needs consolation. We hold no grudge against him. … Now, please, bring him here our friend.”

  Chamuel nodded and bowed, taking one step back, he opened a portal and entered it.

  *****

  Standing on the roof top of what used to be her apartment, Jeremiel looked over the edge of the building in hopes that he would see her walk past. Her apartment now vacant. He'd already taken flight and looked in the windows, hoping that he'd see some signs of life. But, nothing. His heart was beating harder than he would have wanted. Everything within him ringing like a loud, obnoxious alarm that Naomi was in severe danger.

  Where should he go from here? He'd no clue. Now pacing back and forth, Jeremiel tried to clear his mind. He needed to focus—to make a plan—to find her!

  “Ah Brother. As always: so predictable.” his once fear filled voice, now full of slyness, “Why'd you allow humans to influence you so? The natural order is that it should be the other way around,”

  Quickly—very briefly startled, “I am NOT your brother!” Jeremiel spat out with anger, immediately recognizing the voice of who spoke to him, “Leave at once!”

  “Mmm, but I believe you are,” came the immediate reply, smugness in his tone.

  “Leave Abaddon! Now.”

  “Well, you see? There is only ONE problem with your request. If I leave, I shall have to take you with me.” instantaneously Abaddon extended his black, fiery wings and flew in Jeremiel's direction.

  Jeremiel jumped in the opposite direction, quickly dodging Abaddon. Their battle just now commencing. Like well trained warriors they contended, neither one with the upper hand over the other. Both equally as strong.

  Abaddon was now on top of Jeremiel, hands clenched around his throat. And with a thunderous like sound a twister formed in front of him, flying in his direction, knocking him off of Jeremiel.

  Abaddon looked up “Chamuel!”, he blurted out with disgust.

  “Mhm,” was all Chamuel responded with an unmotivated grimace. Abaddon jumped to his feet to charge on the attack, but before he could get to the opposing Arch's, Chamuel had already assisted Jeremiel to his feet, opened a portal and disappeared “Damn you!”, Abaddon, yelled full of anger in their direction. r />
  *****

  Returning to a deep sleep, something that had become a very big part of her day to day life – such was the life of a sickly person – Naomi drifted off and dreamed once again, of her dear and beloved Jeremiel, unaware of everything that was going on around her.

  His back turned to her, seated naked on the edge of her bed. His beautiful back gleamed with pearls of perspiration. His hair, moistened, yet shimmered with the beam of sunlight that peered through the window. She could not see his face, but she could see every curve and muscle of his back with clarity. Even the firm shape of his posterior that was scarcely covered with her white sheets, showing the upper dent that separated each cheek. Pure perfection.

  HE, was undeniable perfection!

  They'd just finished making love, but she was more than ready to go for another round, although her breath heaved with satisfied heaviness. She reached over and grazed his humid skin with her fingertips. He felt so good, she mused. Yet, he always did. She smiled to herself at the thought.

  He glimpsed back at her with a devilish grin.

  Mmm! Did that look always turn her on!

  “Are you interested in savoring yet another span of pleasure, my sweet?”, he asked in his all too unique, medieval demeanor and tone of voice.

  “You know it!”, she replied with a playful and lust filled air about her. Then Jeremiel, turned to face her fully. Everything about him was vibrant, full of life and exuberance. It, continued amazed her without compare. Posing himself next to her, partially laying down, with his elbow propping him up, he lifted a hand to graze her still naked body.

  “If you only knew, what you do to me!”, he said as he looked at her with a dangerous, hungry, desire.

  “Ditto, big boy!”, she quipped back in a taunting whisper as she reached to touch his skin as well. As soon as she'd uttered the words, Jeremiel took her mouth with his and began to delight in her entirely. He ravished her, as though he'd die if he didn't take her in such a way. She was his! All his! They both liked it that way—and as such he took her.

  Within seconds, Jeremiel was on top of her—she, under him—legs wrapped tightly around his waist. This was the way she liked it – the way he did as well! In this world, only they existed. Only the two of them. Consuming each other. Engrossing in a satisfactory indulgence that only they knew how to give each other.

  He pulsed between her thighs with ownership and delicate rapture. She moved in accord with every pulse, moaning and humming in delight. Calling his name. Lightly licking his salty, sweaty skin. It tasted like heaven to her. HE tasted like heaven to her.

  Her womanhood throbbed with pleasure and leaked like molten lava. These, were the things he did to her. And, that's, how she knew it was right. No other man could transport her to such fabulously sensual places.

  In an eruption of blissfulness, she lifted her voice to yell out his name due to a complete loss of self-control, and with that, she came.

  Naomi, opened her eyes...

  ***

  Please stay tuned for the next installment of the

  “Love, Lust and Angel's” Series

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