Hell’s Consort

New Chapter in Highest Tier (May 2021)

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Archangel Uriel  (Flame of God)

First Guardian of the Garden of Four Seasons

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"What are you doing, Merle?" Archangel Uriel whispered, breathing hard.

It was the first time his knees weakened at the sight of a naked woman that he just had to stretch one arm and leaned his palm from the trunk of a black willow tree near the river, never taking his eyes off the expanse of Merle's pale skin glowing like diamonds underneath the moonbeams.

He took one look, and he was gone.

She was his Medusa, the only girl capable of turning him as hard as a stone.

"What do you think I'm doing, Angel?"

Well, it was a mystery why he was feeling like this.

He had seen this many times in the Earthly Realms without the intention of spying on creatures copulating out of sheer curiosity.

At the same time, he performed his duties as a guardian angel.

An Archangel with an overflowing cup of God's grace inside his heart will not feel anything with the pleasures of the flesh except for extreme disinterest.

He was a good Archangel, and he will never attempt to do that abomination.

It wasn't his intention to spy, but Archangel Uriel was better at not knowing what it felt like after hearing the male Fae groan as he pounded himself inside a female.

At the same time, she moaned and wailed as if she was hurt—deliciously hurt while the bed shook viciously from the force of their passion.

The first time Archangel Uriel saw how the sex was done, he felt a detached curiosity and indifference.

The creatures might have enjoyed the act immensely, but Uriel felt nothing.

To him, that was good news!

If he felt unaffected, it meant that he was filled with God's grace that sexual desire--like the one he had seen--never bothered him.

If he felt lust after witnessing a sexual act between couples with physical bodies, it meant that his spirit was in a state of corruption, the evil eating away what was the 'good' left in him, making him forget who he was and his loyalty to the Highest God.

But why when it came to Merle, the experience was different.

It made him feel some way…some type of… did he feel this desire for her naked form the moment her silk tunic slipped out of her shoulders and arms before it dropped to the ground?

He swallowed hard when his gaze scanned her from the crown of his bright red hair covering her limbs like a hazy, red cloud, his eyes lingering on her face as it lowered to her winged collarbones, the colour of her dusky nipples protruding from her milk-coloured breasts, down to her soft, flat stomach.

He clenched his fists which made him claw at the wood, scraping dust and wood chips in his fingernails. 

His scrutiny stopped at her delicate toes before he brought his gaze back to her golden eyes. 

His muscles tightened at his groin area when his gaze got stuck to the thin red hairs curls at the crux of her long legs.

For some reason, her body compelled him to come closer.

Then, he took two unconscious steps forward.

Archangel Uriel clutched his heart with his free hand as he became more aware of the sound of his own heartbeat pulsing in his ears while the sound of chirping crickets and stream burbles as it faded away.

He was wrapped in this tension-filled silence closing in on him like a prison—a prison of desire he didn't mind being trapped into as a Fae, but as an Archangel… he couldn't.

It couldn't. 

His mind told him to escape from there—from Merle's trap—but his flushed body told him otherwise. Lips parting, he froze in place and kept firm eye contact. 

Was this a ploy to turn him into a Fallen Angel?

Or was she this desperate to be with him when he pushed her away many times?

Maybe, it was her revenge after he rejected her when he only did it for his and her safety.

If this were Merle's temptation challenging him of his worth as an Archangel for her own amusement, then he wouldn't lose in her pathetic test.

Archangel Uriel tilted his head and smirked at her. "Why didn't you turn away from me when you undressed and just did it without any warning? While my eyes are on you? Are you this shameless to be touched, woman?"

Merle exhaled a heavy sigh as she turned her back to descend carefully to the river.

The distinct line of her spine and pert buttocks were fully exposed to him, "It wasn't like you would do anything to me, Angel. I'm sure you have seen a woman's naked body before. You said it yourself that Archangels are immune to this. I don't know what's wrong with you." She finished with eyes full of child-like innocence.

"I never thought you would go this far, seducing me when I already told you from the start that it wouldn't end well."

"What does it matter, Angel? I confessed my love to you but you didn't seem affected by it."  Looking over her shoulder, she matched his cold gaze, which made his eyes slightly widened in surprise."If you don't like seeing me naked, keep your eyes off my body."

His body tensed in both fear and exhilaration. 

This was the first time in his whole existence where he felt an erection, his spiritual form craving to be touched by another.

"It's not that simple if you exposed yourself on purpose." Archangel Uriel's legs parted in a wide stance as he accommodated himself.

"Suit yourself." Merle shrugged as she slowly dipped her legs in the water until it reached her hips."This will be the last night I would see you, anyway. Enjoy yourself. I'm sure you would have some fun watching me 'please' myself in the water."  She murmured huskily, "Uriel."

He growled low as he bared his teeth at her."Why are you trying to pry on my weakness, Merle?"