Chapter 15: Thomas

Do you know what angels do when they aren’t around watching you? Or flirting with you? Or saving your ass from evil things?

I don’t either.

The weeks since my return I haven’t seen anything of Bree. A few women called me since then but I couldn’t bring myself to call them back. So, I threw myself into work at the firm and the rest of the time I spent training and surfing. This evening I ended up at “The hole in the wall” sitting at the bar talking to Joey, my Marine buddy from the other night.

A few of us standing around were sharing stories about jumping out of airplanes in the military. Joey was a retired Marine and as salty of a guy as you can get. I knew I could get away with calling him Gunny but he preferred the former. Otherwise he would start referring to me as “fucking squid” or “you fucking squid” depending how creative he felt. He began his story.

“First time I jumped; my parachute didn’t open completely. One of the lines crossed over the canopy and I needed to cut one away. I thought I was going to die then and there.”

I nodded and took a sip of beer. It never happened to me but we learned about it in training. Once you identify a problem there is almost no time to fix it and you better get it right the first time. I countered his story with my own.

“I was scared shitless my first time. I couldn’t jump. I was completely paralyzed with fear. In fact, I stood there at the opening and refused because my legs wouldn’t move. The jumpmaster told me if I didn’t jump, he was going to pull down my pants and fuck me in the ass.”

Joey chuckled and added. “I bet you jumped then.”

“I only jumped a little.”

Joey just stared at me a moment before what I said sank in. Then he burst out in a long loud laugh that made the bartender look over. Joey didn’t laugh much.

“How’s that big friend of yours?” Joey asked after his laughter died away.

“Doing good. He got together with the blonde woman in the bar the other night. In fact, she is doing her level best to domesticate him.”

He chuckled a bit “Bet that isn’t going well.”

I laughed “No, he called me the other day. She sent him to go pick up some bathroom towels.”

Imitating his deep voice, I intoned. “Thomas, I have a problem. Lauren sent me to go pick up some towels.”

“Yea, so what’s the problem?” I asked and I explained to Joey. “He just hesitates like he doesn’t want to answer. Finally, after a long moment he says.”

“She asked me to pick up moth colored towels for Maya. What the hell is a moth colored towel?”

“Moth? You sure that’s what she said?” I ask

“That’s what it sounded like.” he said.

He had me confused too. I didn’t know what the hell a moth colored towel was. I rolled what he said around in my head trying to figure what it meant and then it struck me. I couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“You dumbass, she didn’t say get a moth colored towel. She said a MAUVE colored towel.”

Joey laughed “What did he say?”

I laughed along. “The asshole just hung up on me.”

We shared a laugh and a few more stories before Joey glanced over my shoulder. I followed his line of sight and Bree was standing a short distance away looking chagrined and downcast. She was wingless and looked like a regular human. She wore a simple dark beige dress with twin braids down the back of her head. Turning back to Joey he just shrugged and said. “Don’t look at me, I’m not the ones she’s looking for. She doesn’t look happy either so as one friend to another I suggest the first words out of your mouth to be, I’m sorry or barring that, I’m sorry I fucked up.”

I took two steps in her direction when she rushed into my arms in a hug. “Did I do something to upset you?” I began.

“No!” She interrupted. “It’s not you, it’s me. Look, can we go somewhere else more private and talk?”

“Of course,” I turned to get the attention of the bartender to pay my tab. Joey interrupted. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll cover it. You get the next round. Now go before I decide to take her from you.”

I wondered what his reaction would be to Bree being black but there you have it. Joey was a loud and proud Marine but definitely not racist. Not that it should be synonymous, mind you, I suppose I was expecting a little pushback.

I agreed to pay next time. We bumped fists before I followed Bree out the door. As soon as we were out the door she looked around. Seeing no one, she stepped up to me and placed her palm over my eyes so I couldn’t’ see. There was a shifting sensation and when she pulled her hand away, we were standing alone on a beach. Not the beach when we were in heaven. I was looking at the Pacific Ocean. My new ability told me as much. Turning around and looking at the landscape behind me I noticed from the vegetation and shape of the hills it was a tropical volcanic island. The oppressive humidity and temperature were enough to confirm it was tropical and perhaps near the equator. Trying to pinpoint my location further I was interrupted by Bree’s hand on my shoulder.

“Where are we?” I asked

“A small uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean near the equator south of the state of Hawaii.” Her stoic demeanor was gone and she wore a mask of concern. “I’m sorry if you felt I abandoned you. It’s just...” she pauses as if trying to form the right words. “Nothing like this has ever happened before and I don’t know what to make of it. I’ve always served only the Archangel Michael and now I don’t. Isiah and Lauren changed the rules about what we can do. The host doesn’t react well to change. Humans change but angels don’t. It’s all anyone in heaven is talking about, hell too I’m guessing.”

I was thinking how to respond. She was understandably concerned and I never stopped to consider her point of view. She continued before I had a chance to say anything.

“You’re not immune from gossip either. You are Isiah’s best friend and brother in arms. You have selflessly sacrificed yourself for me and the Almighty Father himself unlocked you personally and sent you back from heaven. This makes you extremely interesting to anyone in the host.”

What she said just drew me up short. “Wait! Are you saying Dumbledore is God?”

Bree looked confused “Who?”

“The one I spoke to on the beach in heaven.”

“Dumbledore isn’t any of his names but yes. You were speaking to the Almighty Father.”

My head spun at the implications of the conversation. “I figured he was just another Archangel or something. I had no idea it was ... him” I needed to get the Dumbledore thing out of my head before it gets me in trouble.

Bree looked at me seriously. “Do you know how many of the host have ever spoken to him directly?”

I shook my head.

“Nine. Seven Archangels and Lucifer himself. Now, so have I. I am the only angel who wasn’t an Archangel to ever speak to him. Even the prophets have never spoken to him directly. Of the Archangels, Michael is by far his favorite. Isiah and Lauren are Michael’s immensely powerful children. No one knows what they will be like. Thomas, you are in the middle of all of this.”

I was trying to wrap my mind around it all. Somehow, I was embroiled in heavenly politics and I’m not sure I wanted to be. “Where are you in all of this?” I asked.

“I served Michael directly and now I serve his children. My status in the host has improved significantly because of it and...” she trailed off and looked very embarrassed.

“and?” I supplied

“And my interaction with you has the direct blessing of the Father himself. An interaction which has no precedent.”

“Blessing is a strong word for how that conversation went down. It felt more like a protective dad ready to bury me behind the shed if I so much as put my hand on your knee.”

Her choice of words to describe what we have as a “interaction” felt a little clinical to me. She was obviously having a hard time and I reminded myself to be patient.

She didn’t seem to understand the reference so she continued her own dialog. “I have angels constantly approaching me wanting to serve Isiah, mostly female.”

I snorted, “No surprise there.”

“Perhaps, but he isn’t the one they’re interested in carnally.” She let the statement hang. Obviously, I was supposed to figure something out.

“Me?” I blurted “I don’t get it.”

She sighed “Any of the female host who have ever considered laying with a mortal human male now sees you as a very practical opportunity. All they need to do is pledge to the Arch Seraphim and get permission. They still see the Arch Seraphim as off limits, but you are not. Add to that, the Father gave his explicit permission for us to ... um explore...”

I interrupted with a cocky grin. “Get laid? Get it on? Nut the gut? Park the beef bus in tuna town?”

She looked at me scathingly. “Don’t start that again, this is serious.”

I stepped close to her, face to face. Bending over slightly I lifted her by her legs so she looked down on me. Her hands naturally rested on my shoulders and she couldn’t meet my eyes. Then I parted her legs so they wrapped around my waist and we were eye to eye. The look in her eyes screamed vulnerability.

“It’s not that serious but probably wouldn’t hurt to relax a little. You knew all of this before. Is that the only thing keeping you away for weeks?”

The look on her face tightened up a little. She said nothing for several long moments. Just when I figured she wouldn’t answer she spoke. “I excel in everything I do. I know my feelings and desires but setting that aside I have no idea what I’m supposed to do about us. It’s not an easy feeling for me. When I was around humans doing it, I left.

She squirmed a little in my arms. Her strong legs wrapped around me and I saw for the first time how incredibly hard her muscles were. Centuries of intense training developed her in an exquisite warriors’ body. The only thing missing was her wings. My hands shifted so they were grabbing her ass. It occurred to me she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Let me help you. How are you feeling right now?”

She didn’t say anything and I suspect she didn’t know. “Happy? Sad? Terrified? Good? Bad?”

“I’m happy to see you. It didn’t feel good for me to stay away. I felt ... empty.”

Letting her feet touch the ground again I took her hand and led her to the surf. The water felt cold and contrasted against the tropical heat. Sitting down so my feet just barely touched the water, she sat next to me.

“The empty feeling is longing. Humans create emotional bonds with each other and when the bond is absent then the feeling they get is sometimes one of longing. Most humans react differently to this. Some will be sad; others can be suicidal and destructive. When the bond is threatened by someone else then that can create jealousy.

She appeared to be thinking about what I said. “I didn’t feel I wanted to hurt anyone or myself. Instead it was a feeling of sadness. I knew it would go away when I saw you again but that made me feel different.”

“Anxious?” I supplied? Avoiding the word scared.

“Yes, anxious, I suppose.” She was finally looking at me and her eyes drifted to my mouth. That’s when I realized this beautiful ebony warrior finally let her guard down.

Leaning forward I placed my hand on her smooth neck and met her lips with my own. Her lips were tense and stiff at first. Pulling back, I looked at her and just said “relax your lips” She didn’t require any further coaching. She was a good student of just about everything.

Her full lips met mine and any mental shackles holding her back fell away. I felt my spirit resonate with hers. The vast power radiating inside her met with mine and for the first time in my life I could feel another’s essence eagerly seeking my own. Her divinity crashed into mine with an exuberance unmatched. We looked nothing alike on the outside and were an odd pair but inside we were kindred spirits.

The kiss was intense and needy. She was strong and willful. We both knew what we wanted. Her hands gripped at my shirt pulling it over my head. Finally free of my shirt I moved toward the hem of her dress. She had other ideas. Pushing me back so she was straddling my hips she started fumbling with my pants. She got it open before I thrust my hips up, throwing her forward. She fell forward into the sand and I scooted down so my head was underneath her hips.

I pulled her dress over my head and brought myself face first to her hips. Her knees were on either side of my head. As I suspected, she had no underwear but was unexpectedly neatly trimmed.

With a quick movement I pulled down my pants the rest of the way, freeing my raging erection. Holding her hips with both arms I made her sit still as I first licked her sweet smelling and extraordinarily wet pussy.

She let out a very loud moan and her hips quivered. “Oh! That feels really good! Do it more!” Her hands went to the back of my head pulling me tighter into her groin. My hot mouth enveloped her clit and I alternated thrusting my tongue inside of her and rotating her clit deftly in circles. She was very sensitive and it wasn’t very long before I realized she would be heading for an orgasm. Having other ideas, I pushed her hips forward and slid out from beneath her.

She growled in frustration and was halfway turning toward me when I barreled forward into her knocking her on her back with me on top. Pushing on her elbows and forcing her arms above her head I held them with one hand and locked my mouth onto her neck. Her whole body must have been a sensitive nerve because she let out a similar moan as before. Getting into the spirit she bit down on my shoulder and wrapped her legs around mine. She must have felt my erection rubbing against her because she violently thrust her hips up to mine, humping me from underneath.

She circled her hips trying to find the head of my cock to force me inside her. Frustrated by the lack of progress her hands went to my ass to pull me inside. I subtly evaded her and switched my attention to her very firm breasts.

Her hands went to my chest and pushed slightly creating space then she held my head with both hands and forced us both still. She looked me dead in the eye and simply said, “I’m ready”

The combative tension and jockeying for position left us and was replaced by something significantly more tender. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed some subtle movement. It was then I noticed we weren’t alone. Two female angels were watching us. Their hands were rubbing up and down their bodies in obvious arousal.

Bree’s hands returned to my face and locked eyes. “They are just curious.”

“You don’t mind them watching?” I asked

“No, they won’t interfere.” She objected logically.

It was my first time for an audience, no pressure. In case you haven’t heard, all angels are hot. I shouldn’t say ALL angels, clearly, I haven’t met them all but the ones present certainly are. Bree looked over at them and gestured them to us. Her opposite hand went between the two of us and she wrapped her hand around my cock. I was shocked at her boldness and the direction this was taking. She wasn’t behaving like someone who knew nothing of sex.

“Is it ok if I touch it like this?” she asked demurely. “Of course,” I said instantly.

The two angels approached and I could see them clearly for the first time. Both wore a simple white dress and had pale white skin. One had a full head of wavy dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, stood around five feet two inches and was petite. The other had straight black hair piercing blue eyes, was five and a half feet and was far curvier than the other two. Not fat but certainly buxom with full hips yet lingered just shy of being athletic. All of them possessed an otherworldly beauty that remains in your mind’s eye for day’s afterwards. I was staring at not just one but three spectacular beauties. Even more distracting was the brunette. The sundress she wore did nothing to hide her very dark and prominently erect nipples.

The three angels had a conversation in a language I didn’t understand. The whole time Bree held my cock in her hand. She would squeeze it periodically and at one point the three looked down at it and smiled. The brunette was by far the most interested since she was the one who allowed her gaze to linger. She mustn’t have realized what she was doing with her large magnificent breasts because she was squeezing them together with her upper arms making her large nipples display themselves even further. She stared and licked her lips slowly while slowly rocking her hips side to side. She wasn’t intentionally doing it for my benefit or to behave seductively yet the effect was the same.

My cock throbbed and ached in Bree’s hand. The three spoke and the more they did the more vigorous Bree became with her hand. It became clear to me after a while it was the brunette giving Bree instructions how to stroke my cock. She intuitively sensed movements I liked and was relaying the information to Bree.

“Do you like this Thomas?” Bree asks innocently.

“Yes!” I hissed barely containing the arousal threatening to come to a peak if she didn’t slow down.

“Dara is giving me advice. Does that bother you?”

“Please slow down or it will be over too quickly. What you’re doing will make me finish too fast. No, it doesn’t bother me at all.”

Somehow, I needed to get this back on track before I became too focused on the other two angels. Bringing my attention back to Bree, I focused my thoughts on my feelings for her blocking out the other two. Gently, I took her hand from my cock and laid it on my waist. She took the hint and I settled my throbbing erection at the entrance between her strong legs.

Focusing on the bond we spoke of earlier I looked down at the Nubian goddess laying underneath me. Emotions stirred and my power awakened suddenly without warning. Bree’s presence seemed amplified somehow and I realized why. The two angels were holding hands and their free hands cradled her head.

When I entered Bree for the first time is when it became interesting. If Bree felt any pain losing her maidenhood, she didn’t show it. She did have it and it gave way to my slow thrust.

Instead of showing pain, Bree gasped in overwhelming pleasure. Bree’s restrained emotional state gave way to the onslaught of our shared consciousness. It was then I realized the scope of her feelings for me. Her practiced habit of a stoic demeanor only barely contained the magnitude of the love she felt. My personal sacrifice cemented a growing respect and served as fertile ground for a seed which has grown beyond her ability to measure. For millennia she has many times been asked to put herself in harm’s way as a sacrifice for individuals who cared nothing for her. Yet me, a cocky seraph she barely knew instinctively thrusts himself between danger and herself for reasons not quite understood at the time.

Her pussy was far beyond ready and as tight as a virginal angel is expected to be. Our fused power pulsates in time with the thrusts, growing larger and larger. It was then I realized the other two angels present in our spiritual journey. They wrapped their own power around us protectively like a protective blanket during the exploration of our coupling. Bree and I weren’t just having sex or making love. It went far deeper than that. It was the first time in her very long existence she has ever done this.

I looked down at her flawless dark skin and she looked up at me adoringly. Rapturous pleasure was written into her features. Closing my eyes as warmth washed over me. Pleasure dwarfing anything I felt with anyone else. I didn’t understand why and then it struck me. I wasn’t just feeling Bree. I was feeling all three angels at once. The two angels taking part didn’t mean to interfere nor become part of what we were doing. They did it to shield us from the prying eyes of the host. What happened is our power absorbed theirs and we were all feeling each other. They felt me making love to Bree just as if it were them. It was an odd feeling of having sex with three beautiful angels simultaneously and pushed my emotions to the limit.

Ariel was the small one and she fantasizes heavily of romance. Her figure in my mind’s eye replaced Bree but her smaller nubile frame clung to mine submitting to me in a way Bree doesn’t. Her small breasts moved up and down with my thrusting. Ariel has very expressive large brown eyes and longs to experience the human’s expression of love and devotion. She is no warrior and even among angels she is chronically shy. Her hair was perpetually messy but it didn’t detract from her beauty. Her power allowed her to be the angelic version of the mythical figure cupid. She inspires the same love and devotion in couples. In a cruel twist of fate have never experienced it herself. There is no upper limit to what she considers cheesy expressions of love, provided it isn’t destructive. The expression she delights in can be names in the sand or a tree or even flowers. The object of such sincere expressions was only sometimes appreciative of the efforts but Ariel would always delight. Many years have passed and the fruits of her labor are beyond measure. Her opinion of herself is one of an outsider, a voyeur looking on. True love is her sphere of influence and she was queen. She could sense it as easily as I could water. She knew I wasn’t in love with her, not yet. I loved Bree and she was aware. My experience with Ariel wasn’t a physical one but emotional and spiritual. She took part vicariously in our lovemaking. Ironically, the experience did allow me to know what it would be like to experience her physically. I instinctively knew what her touch would feel like and what making love to her would entail. The suddenness of how we shifted into this awareness surprised us both but she didn’t cringe. Once the surprise wore off, she just smiled warmly and put her hands on my shoulders. She opened herself up, offering me her devotion with no expectation of reciprocity. She instinctively knew I would.

If Ariel was the shy one then Dara was the extroverted of the two. Like Ariel, she harbored fantasies to experience what Bree and I discovered but rules of the host held her back. She was the first in the host to hear about my sacrifice and told Ariel, her best friend. Like Ariel, devotion was a strong motivator for her. Of the three, she was by far the lustiest and most willing to experiment. She also spent far more time in a sexual mindset. She was already imagining herself being in Bree’s place when our “switch” occurred. She wasn’t jealous of Bree. She was happy for her, but that didn’t prevent Dara from imagining a switched position. She was mostly likely the catalyst for kicking off everything that happened. She was supposed to be shielding us from the host. She wasn’t a warrior but her power involved union, not sexual union but spiritual union. The reason Ariel was her best friend is their spheres of influence were so closely related. If Ariel’s was love then Dara was marriage. It went further than that. In rare cases the effect of her influence will enhance the effect of a show of divinity. Meaning, if I tried to bless water then her ability would make it much more potent. She was supposed to be shielding us from the eyes of the host. Unfortunately, her attention slipped and inadvertently created a union of the four of us. Again, I knew what her body felt like against mine. Her hands wouldn’t stop moving against me. She thrusted against me like Bree but in her mind’s eye we shifted positions quickly and without warning. In just a few seconds we went from missionary to cowgirl to reverse cowgirl to doggy style. Her large round breasts were sensitive and she enjoyed the feel of pressing them into me. She was multi orgasmic and once this started happening, she poured every ounce of her will into it. Her body wracked with orgasms and delighted in the sensations of my body coupling with hers. She knew I was feeling the others too and it delighted her to no end. She knew Bree would love me for my sacrifice for her. Ariel would love me for my devotion and Dara would love me for my willing acceptance of our four-way union. Dara’s love of course goes much deeper than that. She adores love and devotion too but she sees the strength that comes from a union. She was the only one of the four of us who may have seen this happening. The decision to accept what was happening only took a moment once I realized the core personalities of the other two.

I tried to restore my attention to just Bree but I couldn’t do it. It was too late. Bree knew and wasn’t angry or jealous. She accepted the changing situation and did nothing to alter the outcome. If anything, she welcomed it. She loved her sister angels and held no malice. None at all.

My hips pistoned into her and she thrust back into me with the same rhythm. Her firm breasts swaying up and down seductively. Her pleasure was reaching its very limit and she reached up to pull me in for a kiss. When our lips touched, I finally exploded.

We were at ground zero for what happened. Sexually charged divine energy exploded from all four individuals in every direction. Sexual energy not derived from need or selfless desires but instead born of love, compassion, and self-sacrifice. The explosion wasn’t a physical one but a spiritual. Any spiritual being on earth and beyond would have sensed something big just happened.

Then I blacked out.

When I came around, I was on my back and three concerned angels looked down on me. Bree’s face shifted from concern to her usual stoic mask but I noticed a heavy breath escape her. Concern flooded me and I realized the ramification of what could have happened to them.

I tried to stand but stumbled and Dara helped me sit back down in the sand. “Is everyone ok?”

“We’re ok,” she reassured me. Bree was still naked and came to my side when I tried to stand. She eventually sat next to me. I sensed she was filled with as many conflicting emotions.

Sensed?

Where did that come from?

Yes, sure enough, I could sense her emotions. Her stoic mask did little to hide from me. Dara and the other, Ariel, were also known to me. Ariel placed her hand on my cheek turning me to her. She said nothing but her brown eyes expressed radiant warmth. Without words, I felt her happiness and joy. She stroked my cheek lovingly. When I gathered highlights from their personalities earlier, I found out she rarely ever spoke. She wasn’t mute, she didn’t feel the need to speak. Turning to look at Bree she met my eyes.

“Can you read my thoughts?” I ask aloud.

She smirked. “No, and for that I’m blessed. However, I suspect if I could there wouldn’t be much to listen to.”

“Hey! You’re becoming a smartass! I’m so proud of you.” playfully pushing her over.

She fell to the side laughing but she grabbed my arm pulling me on top of her. We wrestled playfully for a minute then stopped. She looked at me and I knew she could, at the very least, sense what I was feeling.

“I know what you’re feeling too,” I said without preamble.

She nodded. “Some of the host can communicate mentally. It’s usually the stronger ones. The Arch Seraphim can communicate with me or summon me when they concentrate. Empathy is an ability some have and it appears the four of us share it among ourselves. Do you feel them too? They can feel you.”

“Yes, and I glimpsed insights into their personalities earlier.” I confirmed

I turned to the two angels who were sitting silently watching the surf. “Would you object if we had some time alone?” asking as gently as I could.

They nodded, feeling a little disappointed. A few moments later they left.

Turning back to Bree “Is that something I can do? Vanish like that?”

“I don’t know. Angels do it by instinct. They can project themselves to a place with familiar divinity. A place they’ve been before and blessed. If you can, I would hazard a guess it would be near a large body of water, since that is a dominant part of your power. It takes a lot of effort and I don’t suggest doing it and fighting right away.”

“How is it most can’t see you?” I asked

“You can, it’s the divinity you can’t see. When your eyes opened to the spiritual realm, that’s when you were able to see us. Basically, we cloak ourselves in divine power like a blanket. Again, angels do it by instinct to stay hidden from mortals but there are some who can see through it, like young children.”

I reflected on what she was teaching me and what I learned earlier from Ariel and Dara.

Ariel and Dara felt insignificant inside the patriarchy of the host. When they learned I valued Bree as much as they did it was something to pay attention to. When they learned I was none other than a seraph blessed and unlocked by the Almighty Father himself then that was a different matter entirely. Isiah would therefore be someone they would commit themselves to if he would allow. They both knew how much they loved each other and have on separate occasions spoken to them in heaven. Isiah’s love and respect for Lauren didn’t go unnoticed by anyone in the host. He didn’t try to subvert her in any way. Isiah felt in matters not pertaining to combat, fighting or war that Lauren was queen. She in turn, tried to elevate his status in any way she could. Lauren and Isiah’s symbiotic approach to governing themselves is what attracted Ariel, Dara and others. The Arch Seraphim are a way to prove themselves worthy against the relentless tide of evil destruction bent on consuming the Almighty’s creation.