Hell's Consort

Newest Chapter for Highest Tier (October 2021 )

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Archangel Uriel & Merle's Arc

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"Look at me, Merle." From her  wrist to her upper arm, Archangel Uriel's fingers slid upwards and spun her around to face him.  Why don't you obey me?"

As he scrutinized the faint lines of tiredness under her  golden eyes, his ire abruptly lessened.

When he looked at how beautiful Merle was, time seemed to stop.

He closed his eyes, not wanting to see her face and the golden eyes that had lost their spark.

The emptiness in them scared him.

Unfortunately, the sight of her beautiful chest and collarbone made his heart rate get faster and his breathing got shallower.

Nostrils flaring, he turned his head to the side and avert his gaze from Merle's naked form but what was he to do if it was directly in front of him?

He changed his mind and eyed her generous breasts, instead.

Isn't this what she originally wanted?

It was bewitching and deserved to be admired with or without clothing. He was disarmed at how she looked like as she watched him with a vulnerability in her gaze that he couldn't resist yet she stood without shame nor modesty as if she knew the effect she had on him.

"You are not my master." Her smile was condescending as she jutted her chin with feminine arrogance.

A visceral part of him had reacted to her challenge.

In the blink of an eye, he dropped the dress he picked up from the ground.

Lips curling in chagrin, his fingers clasped the back of her neck as he compelled her to tilt her face upward by slightly tugging her red hair.

He did not realize what the Angel kind had been missing… Until now.

He can feel what these Watchers have felt the first  time they saw such art. The Highest Creator deserved to be praised.

Uriel couldn't wait for what Merle would do next so he surprised her and himself next. His large hand touched her exposed breast and squeeze.

A small gasp came out of her mouth.

Merle's breasts were as soft as a feathered pillow and he found that out after he released her hair and touched the other.

Her nipples puckered into his palms.

Both were warm and so responsive to his touch that Uriel couldn't resist groping the two as he rubbed them and pinched them in circles.

'Not this again.' Uriel grimaced that he had done exactly what Merle tried to achieve and that was to get an erection out of him.

The sexual tension was thick and tangible in the air without them speaking a word.

Fear flashed in her wide gaze and it was gone in an instant that he thought he imagined it…until he understood.

Uriel had watched her with the eyes of a predator—the eyes of a Fallen Watcher--and it was the first time she had witnessed an Archangel's desire to eat her up like a rabbit.

For once, Archangel Uriel had reveled in this fearful response and he wanted to see more.

The wheels had turned and he wasn't on the receiving end of her attempts of seduction.

He will not be her willing participant if he let her have a taste of her own medicine.

Circling around her well-rounded hip, Archangel raised her body upwards and carried her in his shoulders without warning.

She was too stunned by his sudden action that he heard no screams of protest as he opened the door,  stalked towards the hut, and set her gently on their large bed that occupied almost half of the floor.

Her lovely breasts with the rosy nipples bounced as she scrambled to get up while her elbows supported her.

She was really perfect without clothes but he preferred that she had them on instead of lying on the grass outside the hut.

His eyes traveled from  her golden eyes, to her lips, to her delicate collarbones then to her breasts. Archangel Uriel sat lower and moved close to her body.

His gaze didn't linger too long since he got interested in something else.

Hands-on his hips, Uriel towered over her while she sat, naked, on the cushions.  "You really want to test my patience, huh."

"You want me then? This?" He gestured at his body before he let pulled the opening off his collar and allowed his tunic to fall from his broad shoulders.

He didn't remove his clothes completely or else... he didn't even want to think about it.

It would make him retreat.

A flood of loneliness swept over his chest and the rain began to pitter-patter outside the roof.

Archangel Uriel felt like he was dying inside.

He wanted to shake off the anxious thoughts about Merle saying that he didn't matter to her and that everything was a lie just as he lied about his feelings toward her earlier.

All of those insecurities disappeared when he saw Merle's countenance seeming like she wanted to see more of him.

Thankfully, he hadn't lost her yet so he made another promise that he hadn't intended on keeping. "I would give you what you want."

Golden eyes locked into his own with a focus that was so intense that it made him growl low in his throat.

Uriel let his hands roam against her skin with his permission as the moonlight from the window cast a soft glow behind her.

As he crouched down to cover her small physique with his own, their bodies became more sensual as they ground their body against each other on top of the bed.

His tongue slowly traveled through her neck down to her chest and her suppressed little moans made his erection harder.

Something inside him had changed into something more desperate and he didn't know how to satisfy it.

All he knew was that he was desperate for something that was within his reach but Uriel had no idea what to do and how to achieve it.

His horror of impregnating Merle with the Nephilim babies he had sired because of his carelessness led him into biting at her shoulders hard with his teeth to stop her from producing those arousal-inducing music in his ears.