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The Chronicles of Devil Boy and Angelica
Strange Bedfellows
I stood my ground, tapping my foot patiently as the translucent emissary strolled back and forth across the rooftop. I barely paid attention to her words as her body swayed, her hips bouncing to and fro with the pace of her legs. My eyes followed the gentle curve of her body; the pert swell of her breasts, the muscular valley of her tight stomach, the teasing "V" of her groin that was trimmed with little red hairs. I licked my lips unconsciously at the thought of the forbidden fruit that stood before me.
For far longer than time itself remembers there has always been a thin line between the angels and us. Our mutual hatred was purely personal. The angels hated us because we were free to do as we wished, without fear of repercussions. We hated the angels because they soared among the heavens, forever above us in the eyes of all of God’s creatures. It was a bitter little feud of jealousy. Over the millennia small alliances had been fashioned between certain circles of both species, but that one thin line had never been crossed.
Sex.
And that made her all the more tempting to my lustful gaze as she pondered my offer, spinning on her heals sharply each time that she retraced her steps. Stopping suddenly, she turned and gave me a quizzical stare, raising her eyebrow, amused. "What?"
Suddenly awakening from my daze, I jolted, meeting her deep black eyes as they bore into my soul. "Have you heard a word that I’ve been saying?"
A simple tug on my goatee and a sheepish grin and she had her answer.
"Now, as I was saying," she began again. "What you’re suggesting, is completely unorthodox and unheard of. There is no way that the other angels will approve."
"Bah!" I scoffed at her excuse, mocking her. "’I don’t think the other angels will approve’ . . . you angels are all alike. Worrying about what each other thinks, instead of thinking for yourselves. And here I thought you came to oversee and learn of my progress."
Tuning on my hoofed feet I sauntered off into the shadows, swaying my arms happily as I vanished into the ever-consuming darkness. Slowly stepping out of another shadow I found myself standing in front of Andrew’s bed, wincing at the reminder of my failure earlier that night.
Leaning back against the bed, I scraped the sulfur and brimstone from beneath my claws as I awaited her arrival. Humming an old tune from my childish days, before man walked the Earth, I peaked inside Andrew’s dreams. I immediately recognized the soft and pure features of Amy, his heart’s ambition.
Suddenly I jerked out of Andrew’s mind as I sensed her approach. "Now now, no use in hiding, Angelica. We’re both mature adults here."
Slowly she paced through the outer wall of Andrew’s room, standing tall and defiant before me, attempting to hide her curiosity. "Well, I can’t let you go around haunting these innocent people’s dreams can I."
Throwing my head back I chuckled in an endless stream of snarls and barks, forcing a deep scowl across her face as she crossed her arms. "Is that what you think I do? Have you EVER bothered to stop and observe one of my brethren or sisters at work? You sit on your lofty position above the worries and cares of the world and judge us so harshly."
"WE judge!" I could feel the anger and heat building inside her as she let her emotions take control. This one was most different than her kin. She would do very nicely. "You and your "brethren" never once considered that we might have the same desires and wants as you. Yet we are not allowed to indulge in them."
I sniffed harshly at the air, following her last words. Then in unison we both murmured "You don’t know how lucky you are."
Slowly, we both turned and gazed into each other’s eyes, perhaps truly seeing each other for the first time. Slowly she materialized into her physical form, stepping cautiously toward me and holding out her hand. A small sliver of doubt clawed at the back of my mind as she kneeled down in front of me, surrounding me in the warmth of her light. I marveled at the way that her hair seemed to dance in the wind as she knelt forward, her lips pressing firmly against my own as she fed her warmth into me.
My tail wandered of its own volition across her body, trailing lightly against her thigh as she moaned into my mouth. Her lips sucked hard against my lower lips, as my tail made its way up her side, finally reaching her ribs where it began to tickle her lightly. She squealed in a delectable giggle that had her hands roaming across every inch of my body.
Suddenly we were both startled as we heard a deep moan come from the man whose room we had chosen for our little "truce". Angelica raised an eyebrow as she glanced at the young man who was squirming in his bed. "This is one of the "trouble" cases I’ve been having. He’s caught up in fairy-tale romantic delusions and won’t give in to his own desires. And he doesn’t seem to hear me. Blocks me out completely. I thought that maybe you could give him a little bit of encouragement."
Smiling devilishly (the irony, of which, was not lost upon me) she crawled towards the bed, glancing back over her shoulder at me as she approached the sleeping human. The beautiful creature of God’s own hand climbed onto Andrew’s bed, straddling his hips as she ran a finger down his scrubby cheek.
Leaning forward, she began to whisper softly into his ear, plucking the strings of his desires and senses like an expert musician, causing him to moan with delight, a gentle, happy smile creeping across his lips. Angelica spent a good thirty minutes with him, kindling the flames of his passion that had remained sheltered and dormant for so long.
When she was finally finished we both left the boy to his fantasies as we walked along the lonely streets, hand in hand, unaware of the fiery eyes that stabbed at us from the rooftops and shadows.
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