The Devils Daughter

The Steamy Encounter

It's hard to believe last summer I was sitting in this meadow, minding my own business when I was suddenly attacked by this beautiful brute of a man. Finding out he was an Archangel was definitely a shocker. What's even crazier is we've spent so much time with each other since I bestowed free will upon him. As we got to know each other, he viewed me as an enemy no longer and saw me as a beautiful, kind, and caring woman. I don't believe I'm the epitome of good, as he likes to see it. I don't believe in good or evil. I believe there's more to it. Nothing in existence is as black and white as everyone likes to see. Every situation has its choices. Who are we to say what someone should have done if we aren't fully aware of their situation? This was something I explained to Michael. Hadn't he ever wondered why there weren't many souls in Heaven? There were billions of souls on Earth, but a mere handful in Heaven compared to the number of departed souls. This was because Elo only accepted who he believed were true to him, in the most extreme way. He only accepted who he considered to be the Elite.

We were lying on the warm grass, looking into each others eyes. I've felt love before, but the love of family. This was different. I looked at him with complete need and wanting. He was the most beautiful soul I've ever seen. When standing, he was at least 6ft or taller, a strong chiseled jawline, golden blonde hair, and eyes so blue that you felt as if you were swimming endlessly in a crystal ocean. It was truly easy to get lost in them. My eyes wandered down a bit to adore the rest of him. He was strong and looked the part. He was lean with muscles, and his core was rock hard. I swear if I tried to throw a punch, I'd break my hand. Without realizing, my eyes had ventured as far down to see a perfect bulge outlining his pants and I couldn't help but wonder what it looked like, felt like, tasted like. I was so deep in thought I barely heard him clear his throat. My eyes snapped up to look at him when I saw a s**t eating grin on his face. I blushed hard, embarrassed I had been caught being a pervert. He started laughing, "Do you like what you see?" he grinned.

"Shut up, I was day dreaming and didn't realize where I was looking." I said in embarrassment.

"Oh, I'm sure you were. Would you like to share this dream day?" he asked condescendingly. I hate when he sounds like that. I think he knows how I feel, and I think he returns the feelings. I have caught him ogling my body. Since the realm we live in is constantly warm, not on fire like mortals think, we are very free in how we dress. My wardrobe consists of a very thin covering, a small wrap around my breasts but tight where you can see my n*****s poking through. On my waist going down is a small dress covering, with two slits on the side, so when I walk, you see my bare legs. I'm not vain by any means, but I do have a body to die for, with amazing curves and a small, tight waist. He often doesn't realize I catch him staring at my breasts with such lust in his eyes. But I don't tease him about it when I catch him. Maybe I should.

I realized I was yet to answer his question, and I pondered telling him the truth. We'd continued meeting for almost an entire mortal year. Time works differently where we're from. To mortals, I look 21 years of their age, but in my time, I'm 10,000 years old. Michael would be about 11,000 years old but to them, he looked like a 30-year-old man. I looked at him and opted to see if the feelings of attraction truly were returned.

"Do you really want to know what's going through my mind?" I asked playfully. He nodded, eager to hear my words. I inched closer to him so that my body was up against his as we lay.

"At first, I wondered what your lips would feel like against mine. Would they be warm and wet against my own? Then the thought of your lips trailing down my body, your mouth taking hold of my breasts, sucking on my n*****s and nibbling gently with your teeth. I wish I could say it stopped there, but your mouth continued down my body trailing kisses down my stomach to my private area. I was stuck on the thought of what your tongue would feel like on my sweet spot," I explained. I could see his eyes darken and his breathing picked up a little. I was so lost in my excitement I almost didn't feel his bulge growing against my stomach. He leaned his face as close as he could to mine, so that I could feel his warm breath on my skin. "Anything else?" he breathed. I was starting to feel flush. Every inch of my body was heating up in the best way possible.

"When my eyes wandered down to your bulge, I started thinking about how big it was, what it would feel like inside me, and I wondered what it tasted like..." was all I got out before he crashed his lips against mine with fever. His mouth was eager against mine, as if he had been holding a beast in its cage for so long; well, now that beast was free, and its hungry. His tongue snaked its way into my mouth and played with mine. His mouth tasted so good, like peppermint and some kind of fruit. He started moving his mouth to my neck, leaving light kisses and gently kibbling on my skin. A soft moan escaped my lips, and I could feel my private area dampening from the excitement. His hands found my breasts and started kneading gently, causing my moan to get louder. I felt his bulge get harder at the sound of me enjoying myself. It was just like I had imagined, he trailed kisses down my body until he reached my private area, he pushed the clothing out of the way, and started kissing my inner thighs. I felt myself dampened even further with anticipation. He looked up at me with lustful eyes, and smirked. And they think I'm evil? Before I could say anything, I felt him part my lips and delve in with his tongue swirling all around, looking for my sweet spot. It wasn't long before he found it and tasted me with such need. He flicked his tongue feverishly against my sweet spot, my moans became so loud I could hear them echo against the trees in the meadow. I could feel pressure building in my core as he continued to devour me. I was pleased with what he was doing and was waiting for my release when I felt his finger at my entrance, pumping as fast as he could in and out. I started getting lightheaded from the pleasure it gave me. My body could no longer handle the pressure and I cried out as it erupted in waves of pleasure. His tongue slowed gently to let me ride out my release. When he was done, I eagerly got up and pushed him on the ground as I jumped on top of him to return the favor. My lips hungrily found his, and I made my way down his body as he had done with mine, leaving kisses everywhere I trailed down until I reached his bulge. I rubbed against it to feel his excitement. I pulled down his pants and his bulge bounced out, waiting for me.

I grabbed hold of his bulge, which was twice the size of my hand. I held a firm but not too tight grasp and motioned my hand up and down. I couldn't grasp him all the way around as he was too thick. I wondered how this would fit in my mouth, but I needed to taste him so I was willing to try. He was softly moaning at my hand movements and it encouraged me to taste him. I leaned closer to him, and gently licked with my tongue from the bottom to the top, which made him shiver. I took that as a good sign and went to take him in my mouth. I started gently sucking and licking the top, to get myself used to his girth. That's when his breathing picked up and he curled his hand into a fist. As I gently sucked, I took more of this length in and picked up my pace. Bobbing my head up and down, swirling my tongue around him. I could taste his excitement as some was leaking from the top into my throat, he tasted sweet and I kept going.

"Lilianna, stop, please. I need to feel you" he whispered in a breathless voice. But I didn't stop, I kept going to let him find his release as he had done to me. His leaking increased and I knew he would find his soon. I grasped him with my hand again and motioned in the same pace as my mouth, which drove him crazy.

"f**k, Lilianna, please I can't hold it any longer" That still didn't stop me. I kept licking and sucking until I felt a gush of warm liquid go from my throat to my mouth. I swallowed what was there as I still felt more pouring out. Once I was done, I lay on my side to face him with the same smirk he had not too long before. We were both exhausted. He pulled me close and held me in his arms.

"You are the most incredible woman I've ever met. I love you Lil." Shock registered on my face. We'd never discussed how we felt towards one another. We both must have assumed it but it was never spoken. The shock wore off and was quickly replaced with a broad grin. He loves me, and I love him.

"I love you too, Michael," I whispered. I looked up to see the same grin on his face with his eyes closed. He moved to kiss my forehead and we both fell asleep in the peaceful night.