Page 19 of Under His Wings
I chased after completion, my cock leaking a steady string of precum onto the bed, so hard it hurt.
“Can you come like this? Just from me fucking you? Try for me Hellion, there’s a good boy.”
It was the easiest thing in the world to do.
The fire inside me blazed into a true inferno until the room was filled with my dirty moans, interspersed with pleas.
“More... yes... aaa... ah!”
“Hellion,” Zachariel said my name like a benediction, like a blessing and permission for my spine to bow, for my body to seize with the best orgasm I had ever experienced.
It was too much; it was just enough.
When hot cum seared my insides I felt as though I was being given a tidbit of angelic grace. The way Zachariel moaned, his deep voice shaking, meant everything to me. For a few minutes, soaring high, together, I felt as if we were one.
And even when we crashed back to Earth, in the end I was caught in an embrace of white wings.
Chapter 11
It took months of spending more time in Hell than I wanted (and maybe having less time for Zachariel made me a bit grumpy) but my regular meetings with Auriolus started bearing fruit. Slowly, haltingly, his stream-of-consciousness babbling turned into deeper words with more meaning. Hushed whispers exchanged in those rare moments when Abaddon wasn’t around. The Ascended demon confided in me he had experienced sleeping difficulties but the trouble resolved itself as he took in more power and his connection to the human dreamscape was fully cut.
“I miss it sometimes, you know?” Auriolus said to me while he sketched another idea for outrageous costumes. “Dreams aren’t all bad. Sometimes they are nice, or crazy, or baffling. When I was human I took quite a lot of inspiration from them. They were fun.”
“I can’t say I relate. I have never dreamed in my life,” I said a bit wistfully. “But doesn’t the bad outweigh the good? Even if you have one nightmare among otherwise pleasant dreams, doesn’t it spoil everything?”
“Pshh! It’s not like I had those that often. The first few weeks as Ascended were intense but after that it wasn't anything special.”
“Then... what does it mean if someone has bad dreams constantly? To the point they don’t want to fall asleep because they will wake up screaming?”
“That, my dude, means someone is fucked up. Mentally, physically, or whatever other way there is. If you have nightmares every night something is wrong.”
It’s not like I didn’t know that Zachariel’s situation wasn’t all roses, but Auriolus putting it so blatantly made me... worried.
“Have you ever met other demons who had problems with dreaming?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, Abaddon introduced me to some other Ascended. I guess they are all older than me so they don’t have this problem anymore but they obviously knew what I was talking about.”
“You know other Ascended?” I blinked in surprise. It made sense, but the Ascended were the unicorns of both Hell and Heaven. I couldn’t quite wrap my mind around multiple Ascended in the same place at once. “Did all of you... remember your past life? Was there someone who didn’t?”
“Nah, we all remember it in a crystal-clear technicolor detail. I mean, the memory fades with time so the oldest Ascenders remember the bare facts about the first few decades of their life as they lived centuries past that, but after Ascending you can recall what happened. Including your death,” Auriolus shuddered. “I wish I could have skipped remembering that.”
“How do you get from... that... to becoming a demon?”
“I, uh, don’t know if I should be telling you this?” I gave him a flat stare. “Fair enough, I suppose I already told you a lot of things I shouldn’t. What’s one more. You die. An angel and a demon appear in front of you. You get wings. Voila!”
“Just like that?”
“Yup! I’m sure it’s complicated and all but for me it was a whirlwind of dying, suddenly being alive again, and seeing supernatural creatures in front of me, growing black wings, and being whisked away to Hell.”
“Was it Abaddon? The first demon you had met?”
“No.”
The flat, curt response was uncharacteristic enough I decided to leave the matter alone and steer the conversation to different waters where my friend’s face didn’t have to darken with incoming storm clouds.
I had a lot to think about. One thing in particular was a game changer; both an angel and a demon witnessed the Ascendence. So, even if I had no way of reaching the angel who took Zachariel into Heaven and possibly witnessed his past or at least his death, maybe I could find the demon. Unfortunately, the information about Ascenders was guarded jealously and with my current low status I didn’t have a chance in hell of finding out any specifics.
I left this problem on the back burner, hoping an opportunity to find more would present itself. In the meantime, I had something I could only hope would bring Zachariel pleasant dreams. Or at least was good enough to make him feel as if he was dreaming while in the waking world.