I need to decide. I can't stay in Hell no matter how beautiful it is. My mates and my life are back on Earth. Before I can make up my mind on
how to tell Bael that my life is where my mates are, the ground trembles as we hear a loud crack.
“What was that?”
“Nothing good, especially since it came from the West. Take my hand,” Bael sighs as he offers me his hand.
“What is going on?”
“Since Levi was imprisoned his lands have gone through many upheavals,” he explains.
“A kingdom without a king will fall.”
Bael nods, “Unless a rightful ruler occupies the throne.”
He teleports us to a hill overlooking the palace below. Levi's kingdom feels oppressive and dank. There's no life, only death and despair. He points to the far side of the castle where there's an open rift with scorched grass lining its sides, “Look there. Astaroth. He's free!”
“Who is he?” There is so much that I don't know or remember.
Bael says, “The Wizard King. He is where dark magic originated. He and Levi were always at odds about humans. Astaroth was a council to both humans and demons though he seems to have a preference towards human affairs. This is possibly because Astaroth seems to have a conscience when it comes to giving advice and does not want his wisdom to be associated with evil or ill intent. But I fear that his conscience has been stripped since Levi was cast into purgatory. Levi was his counterbalance. As above, so below. Astaroth uses plate tectonics to travel among humans unless he is summoned.”
“Raven,” I gasp.
“He could be who she summoned because he is no longer imprisoned in Hell. When Levi went missing, the remaining kings voted to
restrict interactions with humans. We had thought that a human was responsible for his absence but your uncle confirmed that it was the
angels. Those angels broke the treaty.”
“Power, all for power.” He nods so I continue, “Then it is time for him and Raven to learn. ‘Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent then the one derived from fear of punishment.’-Mahatma Gandhi. They know only how to rule by fear. They know nothing of love for anything but themselves. I will teach them what true power is.”
Bael grins as adoration sparks in his eyes, “Spoken like my true queen.”
“But I am not.”
Bael gazes into my eyes, “You are as you have always been. But our pasts no longer matter even if I remember them so vividly. Now is what matters.” His hand cups my face, “I want to know this extraordinary woman standing before me.”
Taking him by surprise, I leaned up to kiss him. As I began to fully embrace this moment and our bond, he returned my kiss with fervor. “Eva!” he gasped.
“I have made up my mind.”
Bael smiles, “I can feel that. Let me show you how much.” He teleported us back to our kingdom into our bedchamber, “No powers or magic, just us.”
“Just us,” I murmur breathlessly.
His yearning for our first time in this life to be real mended the last remnants of my tattered soul. As he kissed me, my pants fell to the floor and he removed his shirt as he backed me onto the bed. I fell onto the silken sheets, engulfed by the soft support of the mattress on my back. He gazed at me, as his fingers hooked into the sides of my very wet panties, painstakingly slowly pulling them down my trembling legs. He slid them over one foot, then the other while taking in my flawless skin reverently. Once I was bare, I instinctively spread my legs while enjoying the
half-smirk, half-smile on his face. Starting at my feet, he slowly guides himself up my body with nothing touching me but his breath, burning my skin like fire scorches a forest.
After several minutes I feel his breath where I want him, desire him, and desperately need him. Then I feel his tongue…slipping between my drenched lips. I lift my hips giving him more access, knowing he can taste my sweet arousal. He growls his approval which further excites me. I feel him slowly lick up my juices. My hands grip the sheet so hard it turns my knuckles white. Then I felt his tongue on my aching clit. I moan loudly as I explode. Electricity sweeping through me like electrons flying through lightning spurs my lust and our bond. My juices flowed partly into his mouth as the rest dripped down his chin onto the sheet below. After a few minutes of recovering, I looked into his eyes. He enjoyed that too, but there's a promise of more. Finally, I hear two words that make me shiver with excitement and a bit of fear.
“My turn,” he says commandingly.
I am still unsure of my sexual prowess. In the group, I can let my Haze rule but in these more intimate moments, I can't hide my ineptitude. However, I know that I need to have confidence because if my mates weren't satisfied, they would find a way to tell me. I have to trust that Bael will do the same. He willingly allowed his soul to be bound to mine. I sat up and pulled off my shirt and bra. I watched his eyes memorize
every curve as I unbuckled his pants. I pressed my body to him as I lowered his zipper. In a single motion, I removed his pants and underwear. His sculpted body is smoother than the finest potter's clay as it vibrates under my touch. I look-up through my lashes as my mouth slowly descends onto his cock. The moment I make contact he moans loudly. He has no doubt dreamt of this moment for centuries.
I lick as I bob slowly. I run my tongue over his veins and his slit taking in his smokey and salty taste. I increase suction as he raises his hips pushing his hardened length further into my mouth. He cums before rolling me onto my back. He slides down until we are face to face. As he kisses me, he stretches my hands above my head. Never breaking eye contact, he pushes his cock into my pussy. Stroke after stroke, we climb the mountain of ecstasy until we both plummet over the edge gripped by a powerful orgasm. As we were holding each other, we were summoned home.