Doriel the angel is bored in heaven. When she gets a chance to go to earth, she takes
it eagerly. Little does she know that waiting for her is a horny succubus and an
encounter with a young human who will change her life forever. She may have been
sent here to take his soul, but Nate Garner is going to have to deal with "The Horniest
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The angel sighed, shaking her head. “I cannot understand.” She raised her eyes
to meet Althea's. “I do not fault you. A child is not responsible for her birth.
But what your father did, taking a human wife and siring children on her. I cannot
comprehend defying God's will in such a fashion.”
“Can you not?” Althea cocked her head curiously. “It's not that strange, you
know. Lilith, my mother, had been cast out of the Garden for having the audacity
to not submit to Adam's rule. And my father had been thrown out of heaven for daring
to question God's will.
“Was it any surprise that when they met, they each found a kindred spirit in
the other? And I am sure it made their love all the sweeter.”
“The danger.” She set Lillian down in the stroller. The sleeping infant gave
an inelegant burp, and nestled down in her bed of blankets. Under the pretense of
feeding John, she slipped the other strap of her dress off her shoulder, not bothering
to raise the first. Now naked to the waist, she took her son from Doriel's arms.
She sighed contentedly as her son's mouth closed around her nipple and her milk began
“Someone is going to see you,” Doriel observed. Her voice was low, but her
eyes were wide at her shameless display.
“No one will notice who I don't want to notice. I am a succubus. I have more
than enough power to hide us from prying eyes.” Little John was not very hungry.
After only a minute or two of nursing, he turned his head away from her breast. She
extended her thought into his mind, already going drowsy. He was well-content, warm
and loved and with a full belly. She set him down beside his sister, hiding a smile.
The two were always happier when they were close; a situation Althea was sure would
continue into their adulthoods.
“You cannot know what it is like, Doriel. When you are doing something you
know is forbidden. The rush of excitement throughout your body.” She set a hand on
the angel's thigh, feeling the slow burn of heat begin in her middle. Did she dare?
Could she dare? She leaned close, catching her eyes with her own. She did not try
to use her powers. Only the most basic one of all. Her own beauty.
“It rushes through you, making an activity which is pleasant into an ecstatic
one. When I am bedding Yasna, or Alex, or Maria, or best of all, some combination
of them, along with my other wives and husbands, I know there are thousands, millions
of humans who would disapprove. Who would condemn our love as unnatural or evil.”
The hem of the dress had ridden high as she spoke, gathered in her grasping
fingers. She pushed it even higher, exposing the lovely lines of Doriel's thighs.
Her skin was softer and smoother than silk. “Father told me what sex was like, among
the angels,” she whispered. “Almost an art of its own. But is there passion? Is there
true desire? Is there the sense of spitting in the face of death itself, knowing
our days are numbered, and each crumb of happiness we seize is a candle lit in defiance
of the darkness?”
Doriel shook her head. Althea could feel her trembling. “No. There is not.”
God, she was soaking. She was as wet as she had ever been for Rachel, or Maria,
or Yasna. Or her wonderful husbands, for so she considered them in her own mind.
She knelt in front of the angel, parting her thighs. “Let me show you,” she said,
pulling down a fragrant wisp of underwear.