Chapter 1: Newly Found Pleasures

I let out an enormous yawn and stretched my arms high into the air. Azrael briefly looked up from his book, frowning at my sudden movement, but then returned to his reading. I paid no attention to him as I rubbed my face in frustration with my elbows leaning on the desk.

“I can’t do it anymore. I’ll deal with it tomorrow!” I sighed, got up from my chair, and walked to the fridge. Azrael looked so comfy, nestled into a corner of the couch, sitting with his legs crossed as his shoulder-length white hair draped around his face.

“You always say that,” Azrael purred with a hint of teasing.

“And tomorrow me always does a great job, so why mess with the system?!” I said as I plopped down on the couch next to him. “Do you want this beer or not?” I offered him a cold beer from the fridge. After deciding to continue my studies and get a PhD, these tired, frustrating, long nights have become a habit.

“I suppose it would be too sad to let you drink alone,” he said with a smirk, opening his can with a loud pop.

“To guardian angels, the best drinking buddies,” I proclaimed out loud, clinking our foaming cans, making Azrael roll his eyes and chuckle.

Seeing Azrael so used to my antics always made me smile. He was a constant presence in my life, usually annoying and often irritating, but I don’t think I could easily handle his absence, for whatever reasons. When we met a year ago, I was a wreck; I was a literal living corpse, devastated by my parents’ deaths, both gone in an instant in a car accident.

“Remember when I found you in the dumpster?” I looked up at him, lost in his steel-gray, upturned eyes.

“You mean the day I got cast out from the heavens and you thought I was a suicidal crackhead?” He turned towards me.

His response made me chuckle. When I think about that day, I first recall the panic in my gut as I heard a loud crash in the dumpster next to me. I remember throwing away my cigarette hastily and jumping into the garbage, crying out for a response. As I moved aside some stinky bags, I saw Azrael lying motionless. His angelic features, with his powerful jaw, pale face, long, slim, toned body, and those beautiful, dark lashes, took my breath away. After I rather violently shook his shoulders, he opened his eyes slowly and whispered, “Human,” while stretching his hand out to touch my face.

“You couldn’t have expected me to believe your story on the spot, right?” I gave his shoulder a playful nudge. “A castaway angel, cursed to spend a mortal’s life, bound to the first mortal he sees...”

“Not any angel, a warrior angel,” he interrupted me, scowling. “And not cursed ... punished. Punished for confronting my superiors.”

“Because you wanted to intervene and stop humans from fighting?” I asked timidly, knowing this subject was rather delicate for him.

“Yes, Mena. As much as you like to turn this into a debate every time, humans are diabolical in their cruel nature. They do not respect the land, the animals, or their brethren. They hurt each other with no remorse by cheating, stealing, hurting ... killing. You know it better than me in that regard,” he said in a heated voice, looking down at me with flared nostrils and narrow eyes, breathing fast.

I looked down and sighed. “Yeah, it’s true, but it always balances out with the good in humans. The kindness, generosity, affection...”

Azrael wrapped one arm around my shoulders and gripped me tightly.

“Although I remain firm in my opinion, I do acknowledge that there may be exceptions,” he said, a smile gracing his face as he gently kissed the top of my head.

“I understand that you might feel compelled to stay by my side due to the pain we experience, but I want you to know that I genuinely treasure your presence in my life, Az.”

Ever since Azrael’s crash landing on Earth, I did my best to assist him in acclimating and understanding the workings of the city. Witnessing some of his extraordinary abilities convinced me of the truth behind his story, yet I couldn’t fully embrace the notion of him being “bound to the first mortal he sees.” Consequently, he resolved to embark on a journey, traversing different places to unravel the mysteries of his punishment and find a path to redemption.

As time went on, an unexpected and distressing phenomenon began to manifest. We discovered, much to our mutual dismay, that physical separation inflicted a tangible, escalating pain upon us both. The agony intensified proportionally with the distance between us and the duration of our separation. Initially, the symptoms were manageable - a dull headache here, a bout of dizziness there, accompanied by an inexplicable sense of loss and longing. However, as time wore on, the discomfort evolved into something far more sinister and unbearable. After a fortnight apart, the pain transformed into a soul-crushing torment, akin to experiencing the raw, visceral anguish of profound grief. It manifested as an oppressive weight upon my chest, constricting my throat and making each breath a laborious struggle. The sheer intensity of this connection, this cosmic tether binding us, was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. We dared not push the boundaries further, fearing the potentially catastrophic consequences that might await us if we prolonged our separation.

He pulled me in tighter. “You’re getting way too mushy on me tonight,” he replied, making me chuckle. He softly rubbed my shoulders and I winced, squinting my eyes.

“Sorry, I’m very sore there,” I explained my reaction. “I think I slept funny, or maybe it’s how I sat at my desk.”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s just a little kink in your muscles,” he turned my back towards him and pulled me in closer. “Here, let me help,” and he firmly started pressing into my skin, following the way my muscles lay.

Azrael wasn’t a big fan of physical touch, so tonight was a little unusual for us to be so straightforward and close to each other. Maybe it was the beer, the late hour, the recent stress at college, and his workplace, but his touch at that instance felt divine. I bit my lip hard to stop from moaning, as I didn’t want to make it awkward. I was sure it was just a friendly gesture.

“How does this feel?” he asked, whispering in my ear, his deep guttural voice making my pussy twitch.

“It feels good, Az,” I let out involuntarily a small moan, and I clasped my mouth, embarrassed.

“I can make it even better,” he smirked and started going lower, caressing the sides and top part of my breasts. His touch got me aroused, and I was unsure where this was heading, as it was highly inappropriate and I didn’t want to give Azrael the wrong impression.

“Az, I don’t think this is...” I grunted.

“Shh...” he whispered in my ear, kissing my neck. “Don’t think about it. Just stop me if it doesn’t feel good.”

His lips grazing my skin made me shudder, giving me instant goosebumps.

“You’re so responsive,” he chuckled, making me blush heavily. His hands roamed farther away and cupped my breasts, squeezing hard.

I moaned loudly, surprised and heavily aroused.

“Az...”

“Mena, I want you. I desire you. I crave your body, to caress, kiss ... fuck,” he spoke in a low tone with a raspy voice, as he kissed the column of my neck, gently nipping at my skin. “Please tell me you want it too.” He continued grazing my skin with his lips, reaching my earlobe and biting it.

I couldn’t take it anymore and I turned around, pressing my lips against his, leaning my whole body on him.

“Yes, Az, I want you too. I’ve always wanted you. I just never thought you felt the same.”

Azrael hugged me tightly and kissed me back, invading my mouth with his tongue, exploring everything as he plunged it deep and desperately caressed my face with both his hands. His brutal, passionate kiss made me incredibly wet, my body taking over and grinding against him.

“I want to push my cock into you so badly, Mena. Order me to fuck you, please,” Azrael whispered.

Azrael’s words were like a hot whisper against my skin, igniting a fire within me. I could feel the heat radiating from his body as he hovered over me, his hand tracing the curve of my waist before moving lower. I moaned as his fingers traced circles along my inner thigh, teasingly close to my core.

“Please fuck me,” I begged, my voice barely audible in the dimly lit room. Azrael’s eyes glimmered with desire and he wasted no time in obeying my command.

Our bodies tangled together on the couch; our clothes hastily discarded in a pile beside us. My heart raced with anticipation as Azrael positioned himself between my legs, his hand firmly gripping his arousal as he guided it toward me. With a sharp intake of breath, I felt him enter me, stretching me in ways I had never experienced before.

The sensation was overwhelming and electric, causing my entire body to tingle with pleasure. As Azrael moved with forceful thrusts, I couldn’t help but cry out in ecstasy, losing myself in the moment with him.

“My sweet Mena, I’m fully inside you. You’re so fucking tight I’ll cum in an instant.” Azrael panted as he exercised as much restraint as he could.

The sensations were overwhelming, every nerve in my body on fire as Azrael thrusted into me. I couldn’t form coherent words, only moans escaping my lips with each deep penetration. My legs spread wider, aching to take him in even deeper. His movements were relentless, his hips pumping against mine with a primal urgency.

“Az, it’s so good,” I gasped, unable to keep my eyes open as pleasure washed over me.

Suddenly, Azrael gripped my face firmly and forced me to look at him. The intensity in his gaze sent shivers down my spine.

“Look at me!” He commanded; his voice rough with desire. “I want you to see me fucking you. See the pleasure on my face as I plunge my cock deep inside your tight cunt.”

With one hand still gripping my face, Azrael used the other to grasp my ass cheeks, spreading them apart and allowing him even greater access. Each thrust became more powerful, bringing us both closer to the edge of ecstasy.

“Mena, I’m sorry, I can’t...” Azrael’s body quivered, and he swiftly withdrew, releasing his load onto my stomach.

The sight of Azrael holding his substantial cock, as streams of warm cum erupted, accompanied by his grunts and contorted movements, ignited a scorching heat within me. I clung to him, feeling the lingering pulses of his orgasm, and tenderly caressed his back as he fought to regain his breath.

“You were incredible, Az. I’ve never experienced such intense passion with anyone before.” I gently toyed with his silvery-white hair, stroking it affectionately.

“Oh, Mena.” Azrael nuzzled his head in the crook of my neck. “After I get more used to your body, I’m gonna use you in so many ways. I want to give you as much pleasure as you give me.”

I felt a sharp tug in my chest, his words making me blush and feel a rush of warmth envelop my body.

“You mean this wasn’t a one-time thing?” I asked with a meek voice.

Azrael raised his head to look at me, still in my arms.

“You want it to be a one-time thing? Do you regret it?” Azrael asked with fear in his voice, unsure he wanted to know the answer.

I shook my head, kissing him softly.

“No, Az, I want to see where this leads us, but I’m afraid of what might happen. We have no clue if what we just did was something we were allowed to do. If you ended up here by pissing them off, what if this pisses them off more? What if you get punished, or banned? I can’t bear it if you suddenly vanish from my life.” I cried out, feeling a lump in my throat just at the thought.

Azrael got up in a sitting position on the couch, pulling me with him, and took me in his arms as he saw the tears forming in the corners of my eyes and pushed my head into his chest.

“Shhh ... I get it. It’s risky what we’re doing, possibly dangerous.” He pushed my head away from him so he could look at me. “But I promise you, I will fight for it with all I have. Right now, all I wanna do is to be with you, like this, naked, sweaty, and panting.”

“That’s called being horny,” I quipped.

Azrael chuckled and kissed the tip of my nose.

“There is one problem though, and...” Azrael took a long pause. “I should warn you about it.”

“What do you mean?” I asked, raising an eyebrow and pulling away while rubbing my eyes.

“Since we both seem fully committed to ... experimenting,” he paused again, licking his lips. “Angels, even in this human flesh, still maintain certain powers,” he continued, fidgeting with his hands.

“Yeah, of course I know,” I replied, scoffing. “You can levitate stuff, control elements of nature, be strong, immortal. Yeah, all that stuff.”

“Well, our cum seems to have a significant effect on humans.”

I looked up at him, trying to stiffen from laughing.

“What?” I asked with raised eyebrows, beating my eyelashes mockingly.

“I’m not joking, Mena. I don’t want you to think I’d drug you or anything like that. As in, like, take away your free will.” Azrael says in a serious voice, gazing intently at me with his head turned.

“It’s like a drug? Angel cum?” I chuckled, not being able to control myself anymore, making Azrael smile and nod.

“How bad is it, and how fast can we sell it on the market and get rich?” I quipped.

Azrael pushed me off the couch, making me yell as I fell.

“You are incorrigible,” he sneered and shook his head. “I would never agree to that.”

“Damn!” I snapped my fingers jokingly. “So how bad is it?” I asked, crawling on the floor, placing myself between Azrael’s legs, poking his soft cock.

He smiled at my childishness, but let me continue playing with it.

“Well, it’s like an aphrodisiac, I guess; it makes you more aroused, loosens inhibitions, a muscle relaxer, maybe easier to manipulate,” Azrael said, rubbing his chin and pondering.

“And why would it be a bad thing?” I asked, grabbing his cock and licking his tip, making Azrael twitch in surprise. “I’m starting to be pissed you haven’t offered me some before. It sounds great for headaches and bad days.”

“Ah,” Azrael laughed, squirming a bit from my actions on his cock. “Because I don’t want you to think I manipulated you to do something you aren’t comfortable with.”

I grinned and took his cock fully in my mouth, making Azrael gasp.

“Az, you know my limits. I’ve told you all about unpleasant experiences with guys and stuff I’m just not comfortable with. I trust you,” I said sincerely after releasing his cock for a few seconds and then shoving it hungrily in my mouth again.

Azrael gasped again, digging his fingers into his thighs.

“Mena, your mouth feels amazing,” he grunted, closing his eyes and leaning back.

I moaned a “Thank you” as I sucked his cock harder, feeling it grow in my mouth.

“I’m not used to this; I don’t think I can last long,” Azrael grunted, grasping my hair and pushing my head into his cock more.

“Shh, shut up and enjoy it, dork!” I mocked him. “Give me a dose of that hot angel cum; mommy wants to get buzzed tonight.” I snickered. “Wait, is it one of those don’t drink or drive kind of drugs?”

Azrael laughed out loud and pushed my head so hard that I choked.

“Hey!” I shouted, coughing, and looked up to see Azrael’s scowl. “Fine, no more jokes,” I smiled and positioned myself better between his legs. I licked his shaft and both sides, then twirled my tongue around his tip, smacking his cock against my tongue before I slowly sucked it back into my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re a great cock sucker,” Azrael grunted.

I considered expressing that his compliments weren’t particularly meaningful because of his limited understanding of human interaction, but I chose to remain quiet and instead concentrated on pleasuring him orally.

“Mena, I’m gonna...” Azrael grunted, wincing and leaning forward, his legs shaking.

Seeing him close, I shoved his cock as far as I could, and I grabbed his balls, squeezing.

“Fuck!” Azrael shouted, shooting his load in the back of my throat, sticky but sweet, almost like melted chocolate ice cream.

“Az, this is delicious!” I moaned ecstatically as I swallowed it all, then started licking his cock like a popsicle. “It’s so sweet and creamy.” I grabbed his cock and dipped my tongue in the hole in his tip, trying to scoop up more of it.

“You little cum guzzler,” he chuckled and grabbed his cock, rubbing it and smacking it against my tongue, letting more drips fall off.

I licked my lips, pleased but anxious for more, ready to suck him all over again.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he squirmed away from me, making me pout as I saw my angelic popsicle disappear. “Small doses at first till we see the full effect.”

“Fine,” I pouted, crossing my arms and looking away.

“Come here, you little cock goblin,” Azrael smiled, and he pulled my body off the floor and scooped me up in his arms. “That was amazing,” he whispered in my ear, hugging me tightly.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my lips against his.

Azrael moaned softly and forced his tongue inside my mouth, tasting himself. My lips parted more as I let him invade my mouth and pressed my body against his.

“Az, I want you so badly right now. Please penetrate me, use that marvelous cock of yours, and stick it in my pussy,” I moaned against his lips.

Azrael grunted loudly and grabbed me in his arms as he stood up from the couch, then placed me on my desk. He stopped for a second, caressing my face and lining his cock with my entrance.

I gasped loudly as he pushed his cock inside me, spreading my pussy wide, inch by inch, feeling more and more stuffed. When he started moving, I moaned loudly as I heard the slapping sounds from our intertwining bodies.

“Mena, this feels...” Azrael grunted, pushing harder into me, making the desk move with each thrust.

“You enjoy fucking me, Az? Thrusting your member into my warm, wet cunt?” I murmured, my voice barely audible over the shaking desk. I leaned in, gently grazing his earlobe with my teeth, sending a shiver down his spine.

“Yes, yes!” He blurted out.

I leaned back, propping myself on my elbows as Azrael plowed mercilessly into me, his hips brutally slamming into me.

“Cum in me! Fill my pussy,” I shouted.

“Mena, doses!” Azrael shouted back; a bit angry.

“Fine!” I puffed. “Cum on me! There, happy?!”

“Yes, very,” Azrael grunted, slamming into me violently, making me yell.

“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath, then gasped as Azrael suddenly pulled out of me and grabbed his cock as ribbons of cum shoot out, catching my thighs and stomach, a little on my chest.

I smacked my lips, and I quickly scooped up some of his cum from my body and hungrily licked it.

“Mena!” Azrael grabbed my arm and gazed angrily at me.

I pouted my lips and gave him a puppy look. “Please, Az, just one more lick, and I’ll stop.”

“One more, and that’s it!”

With a contented expression, I raised my gaze to meet his and swiftly collected as much as possible before greedily stuffing it into my mouth, relishing the taste and ensuring my fingers were licked clean. It was so creamy and a bit frothy, coating my tongue nicely.

“What time is it?” I asked innocently, still licking my fingers.

“Late, wanna head to bed?” Azrael asked, panting from his exertion.

“Yeah, we should. We’ll continue this tomorrow; I need more angel coke,” I smiled innocently.

Azrael shook his head and helped me get down from the desk, smacking my ass.

After the sex-crazed misty air subsided, we took a moment to collect ourselves. I stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash over my tingling skin as I replayed the evening’s intense experience with Azrael in my mind. When I emerged, Azrael was straightening up the living room, downing the last sips of his beer.

My eyelids already felt heavy as I slipped under the sheets. Azrael soon joined me, his lithe form pressing against my back. His fingertips gently traced along my spine, then ventured lower to caress the curves of my backside. A soft moan escaped my parted lips at his tantalizing touch. I rolled over to face him, bleary eyes adjusting to his moonlight-bathed features.

“So, it wasn’t just a dream after all,” I murmured with a sleepy smile, reaching up to brush his jawline. He leaned into my palm, planting a tender kiss on it.

“No, my sweet Mena. My desire for you is real.” Azrael’s words carried an intensity that made my cheeks flush. He tucked a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “Though I must exercise restraint, lest I spend the entire night plunging relentlessly into you, regardless of human needs for breaks and sleep.”

I swallowed hard at the vivid imagery his words invoked - being utterly possessed and fucked out of my mind. “Where is my cold, sarcastic Azrael?” I chuckled breathlessly, draping my leg over his firm body. “And what have you done with him?”

“He’s still here,” Azrael growled with a wicked grin, his growing arousal pressing against my stomach. “You merely glimpsed the ravenous beast that lurks within when stoked by your intoxicating presence.”

“Having you here, like this...” I whispered, biting my lower lip as I contemplated how to put these confusing emotions into words. “It feels like I’ve pried open a massive, forbidden door - terrifying in the fear of what’s coming, yet exhilarating.”

Azrael pulled me flush against him, my curves molding to the hard planes of his body as he replied in a low rumble. “I was given no divine rulebook for how to conduct this mortal life.” His smoldering gaze roamed hungrily over me. “But I’ve made the resolute choice to surrender to my burning desire for you, Mena.”

He traced a fingertip along the swell of my breast with maddening slowness. “This ache to map every inch of your flesh with my hands and lips, to sheathe myself to the hilt in your welcoming heat - it’s been devouring me from within. Perhaps it lent an air of coldness, as I strove to restrain these primal urges.”

Azrael’s voice lowered to a heady growl. “But let the heavens damn me for this sin. I’ll carry out any punishment to claim you as mine.” He crushed his lips against the curve of my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until I gasped, arching back against him in wanton surrender.

Azrael’s gravelly voice dripped with carnal need. “That sinful moan you have, Mena ... fuck.” His large hand cupped my breast, squeezing firmly as he rasped, “I must have you again, Mena. Now.”

In one fluid motion, he rose on his knees, gripping my hips to angle my body before him. I gasped as he swiftly parted my thighs with his own, arching my back in a deliciously compromising position. His fingertips traced along my molten core with agonizing leisure.