Wrath of the Dragon, page 8
“The Goddess of Night,” Cyra corrected me. “This place was alive constantly. It was a real hotspot for tourists--”
“Tourists?” I asked.
“Remember, the various beings of this world were not always separated by such impossible divides,” Cyra replied. “Not geographical ones, anyway. But the Night Lands was famous worldwide for its landscape, because all the night scenery is so beautiful when it’s lit up by the moon and stars. The water especially is something amazing, but I doubt you’ll ever be able to see that for yourself.”
The streets became quieter and quieter as we left the marketplace behind us. The air had a stale smell to it that reminded me of smoke, and I wondered if the orbs were causing it.
I took in everything around me that I could. It felt like I had already done so much in my short time in this new world, and I couldn’t take my eyes off the different creatures that went past. The buildings were all hugely varied in style and color, too, but most of them were shrouded in darkness as the purple orbs became fewer on the outskirts of the city.
Cyra kept her head down and her hood up as we walked, and I did the same. The constant darkness was making me tired. I already felt disoriented by the lack of a changing sky, so I couldn’t even imagine how it felt to live like this constantly. I didn’t blame anyone who went slightly loopy with no way to tell the days apart. It really was like being in a giant, dark prison cell.
The road became narrower as we reached the end of the city, and we passed a little bungalow which seemed to be the last house for a while. The road became dirt again as trees started to surround each side, and it looked like it was well-trodden with horses and carts.
“Into the forest,” I said as I looked up at the trees. “I feel pretty disorientated. This is north?”
“That’s right.” Cyra nodded as she finally slipped down her hood. “This north track goes right through the woods and eventually up into the mountains. I had a feeling the demon headquarters might be over there, but I couldn’t be sure.”
Something flew over our heads, and I glanced up to see a flock of silver bats zigzagging across the dark sky. They made faint clicking sounds as they flew, and as they got further away, they almost looked like little stars against the blackness.
I could see a particularly large orb in the distance and wondered if they used those for more populated areas to keep an eye on everyone.
“Are you sure your angel friend will be there?” I asked after a long moment of silence, and Cyra’s golden eyes darted to mine.
“Positive,” she said. “A Demon King or Queen is the only thing powerful enough to snare an angel. We’re beings of the gods. Mortals can’t keep us in cages. I just hate to think about her being trapped.”
“But you’re certain she’s trapped,” I said carefully. “And not…”
“They wouldn’t destroy her entirely,” Cyra said through gritted teeth, and I could have sworn her eyes flashed with flames in the darkness. “Demons are torturers. They may have the ability to kill celestial beings, but they won’t waste an opportunity like this. They’ll keep her alive as long as they can, just to enjoy themselves.”
The angel went quiet and bit her lip as she slipped her hood back up. She kept her gaze focused straight ahead, and her eyebrows knitted together with worry.
I didn’t ask her to elaborate on the “enjoy themselves” part.
“We’re going to save her,” I said. “I’ve only been in this place a few hours, and we’ve already slaughtered a whole bunch of demons. By the time we get to the headquarters, I bet I’ll be an expert in everything to do with this world.”
Cyra’s mouth twitched, and she glanced at me with a raised eyebrow.
“I mean it,” I said. “That demon asshole will be quivering the second I step foot in his stupid headquarters.”
“Why are you like this?” she whispered.
“Like what?”
“Well… you are confident, and… positive,” she murmured. “It’s odd.”
“Just some American blue-collar can-do attitude,” I laughed. “What exactly should we be expecting with this place, anyway? ‘Headquarters’ makes it sound like it’s rigged up with security systems and cameras.”
“Cameras?” The angel studied my face. “Which world did you say you came from?”
“I didn’t,” I chuckled. “I’m from Arizona. It’s a place on Earth.”
“Ah.” Cyra nodded like this made perfect sense to her. “No cameras here. That’s an Earth thing. There will be security systems, just not ones you’ll be used to.”
“Booby traps,” I said, and Cyra snorted at the phrase.
I watched the angel as she studied the sky, and I wondered what her life used to be like. The people of the Night Lands were suffering, but Cyra must have been hurting just as much lately, if not more. She had been left behind by her own god and attacked by the people she tried to protect. It must have been hellish when the gods left, even before the demons took over.
I must have been staring at her a bit too obviously, because Cyra shot me some side-eye and waved her hand.
“Are you okay?” she asked. “You’re looking at me strangely.”
“I was just thinking,” I said. “I can understand why you want to get to Nisha so badly, it must be so lonely being in a world of people who turned their backs on you.”
The angel didn’t respond at first, and for a second, I thought she’d turn hostile again like when we’d first met. But then she cleared her throat and spoke in a quiet tone.
“It’s been tough,” she said. “Especially without my god to lead me and give me any advice. Angels, we… we can survive more than you could possibly imagine, but we aren’t meant to walk the worlds alone. We thrive when we serve our gods. It’s been a bit less lonely today, though.”
She looked down at her bare feet, and I could have sworn her pale cheeks were tinged with pink.
“I’m glad to have been even slightly useful,” I said. “Good thing I landed on my feet and woke up with an angel on my side.”
“Yes… although technically, you landed splat on your back when you arrived.” Cyra smiled, and we walked in silence for a while as the road carried on into the forest. The trees around us became denser and taller, and I was glad to have my dagger on my side as something rustled around in the leaves nearby.
“Do you think the gods will ever come back?” I asked.
“No,” Cyra replied. “I think they’re gone for good. I don’t really know what that means for me. What’s the point of an angel without a god?”
“Maybe now you can choose your own fate,” I pointed out. “Not having someone to serve doesn’t mean you don’t have a purpose or can’t thrive. You’re smart, tough as nails, and kind of okay to look at. I’m confident you can do whatever you want to and succeed.”
“You’re different from the other mortals,” Cyra said as she glanced my way. “You speak very openly, you run toward danger, and you don’t fear things that are different. It’s sort of… admirable.”
“Stop, you’ll make me blush,” I chuckled. “But it is strange how comfortable I feel in this world. It’s like I was always meant to be here. Or at the very least, built to adapt to it. That’s been my training, though, I guess. Never hesitate longer than it takes to assess a situation. Then dive the hell in.”
“An interesting motto,” Cyra laughed.
We turned a long corner that brought us around a group of twenty-foot-tall pines, and I stopped in my tracks as I saw something huge and glistening in the distance. It was a strange mix of navy blue and gold, and it rippled like a mirage under the dark sky.
“Is that the lake?” I asked as I ran a hand through my hair.
“That’s right,” Cyra said. “The Night Lake. I suppose you will get to see some beautiful waters after all.”
We stood in silence for a moment as I took in the view ahead, and Cyra took a step closer to me as she lowered her hood again.
“Sorry,” I said. “We can keep moving, I was just blown away by how amazing it looks. I bet it’s even better up close!”
Cyra smiled up at me, and her golden eyes glittered even more brightly than the lake did. Then her beautiful face broke into a blinding smile, and she reached up and pressed her lips against mine.
Chapter 5
I pulled Cyra close to me and gripped her slim hips as her arms snaked around my shoulders. My whole body seemed to light up at her touch, and we kissed until the world beneath me began to spin.
“You… you make me feel safe,” Cyra whispered when she finally pulled back.
“Really?” I asked as I stroked her burgundy hair, and my heart hammered in my chest.
The angel gave a small nod. “I haven’t ever felt like this with a mortal before.”
“Well, I’ll always protect you,” I murmured.
She reached up to kiss me again, and this time, it was more hungry and urgent as her tongue danced into my mouth. I could feel her large breasts press into my chest, and my cock was rock hard as I kissed the beautiful angel. My hands gripped her small waist, and she gave a little groan as I held her like this.
Nothing else in the world mattered other than her in that moment, and I could hardly believe how soft and eager she felt as we explored one another. The fiery angel had been so hostile when I first met her, but she was suddenly as warm and willing as anyone I’d ever slept with.
More so, actually, because her skin was noticeably a few degrees warmer than any human woman I knew.
“Why don’t we go into the trees?” Cyra asked as she stroked my arm. “Away from the road.”
“Seriously?” I asked, and she nodded eagerly. “I like the sound of that.”
I couldn’t think of anything other than her perfect body as we walked hand in hand into the depths of the woods. I made sure we could still see the road so we didn’t get lost, but the light dimmed, and only small parts of the ground were illuminated by the distant orbs. An owl hooted in the trees as I stopped beside a huge oak tree, and Cyra quickly pulled off my cloak.
I grinned as she eagerly pulled off my shirt next, and her golden eyes widened as she took in my muscular chest. She slowly ran a hand over my abs like she’d been thinking about doing this a few times today, and she gave a longing sigh as she felt my biceps.
“You feel so strong,” she murmured. “I like your muscles.”
“Thanks,” I chuckled. “You can touch them all you like.”
Cyra bit her lip as she squeezed my forearm, and I couldn’t wait any longer to see her beautiful body in all its glory.
“Your turn,” I chuckled, and I started to help undress her.
Her cloak fell to the ground, and I took a second to admire her smile before I carefully pulled her golden dress up over her head. The angel wiggled out of the silky fabric, and I was met with the sight of her perfect naked form. Her body was slim and toned, and she had large breasts with pale pink nipples. Her long legs sparkled with golden freckles, and her pussy had the smallest wisp of blonde hair above it. Cyra’s wings were folded up against her back, and her burgundy hair tumbled down over her shoulders.
I was absolutely speechless as the angel stood naked before me. Her body was the ideal mix of slim but strong.
She was perfect.
Cyra quickly broke me out of my thoughts as she hurriedly pulled off my boots and socks. Then she yanked my pants down to reveal my rock hard cock.
I kicked my pants to the side and grinned as the beautiful angel stared at my erection.
“Oh, my,” she gasped as her eyes widened. “I didn’t know mortals could be so… well-endowed.”
I wanted to give her every compliment in the world, but I knew in that moment I wanted nothing more than to make her feel pleasure. I had to touch every inch of her beautiful body.
I ran my hands down her hips and reached back to feel her perfectly sculpted ass. Then I squeezed her firm cheeks, and Cyra gripped my bicep muscles with a purr.
“You are so beautiful,” I murmured.
I leaned forward and kissed her neck, and Cyra moaned as I ran a hand up to her full tits. I squeezed her soft flesh and ran my thumb over her pert nipples while her hands roamed over my shoulders and across my chest, and I felt her shudder as I moved my hand down her flat stomach.
Then I stroked her warm thighs and slowly ran my fingertips up toward her beautiful pussy.
“Oooh,” she breathed as I gently moved my fingers onto her labia and pressed a finger inside her slowly.
She was already soaked, and I groaned at how warm her juices felt on my hand. I couldn’t resist sliding a second finger inside her warmth, and I began to slowly move in and out of her sex.
Cyra gripped my shoulders and gasped as we stood pressed against each other. I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and the angel shuddered as she let out a soft groan. Then I sped up the pace of my fingers and heard her breathing quicken.
“Ryan,” she gasped. “Oh, that feels soooo good.”
I kept fucking her with my fingers and enjoying the sight of her full tits rising and falling with her quick breaths. I kissed her deeply as I rubbed her clit with my thumb, and she suddenly shuddered as her pussy walls clenched around my fingers.
“Oh!” she cried as her orgasm washed over her, and I held her as her body shook.
Her beautiful face was glowing, and she gripped onto me tightly as she shuddered. Watching her climax drove me wild, and I smiled as she buried her head in my chest with a low groan. Once she caught her breath, I slowly slid my fingers out of her pussy.
The beautiful angel stared up at me with wide eyes, and I kissed her forehead softly. Her cheeks were flushed and dewy, and her golden freckles glowed in the darkness.
“I’ve never felt like that before,” she whispered. “Ryan, you made my whole body feel amazing.”
“Wait, you’ve never had an orgasm?” I asked in bewilderment. “You’ve… never cummed before? Are you sure?”
Cyra dropped her gaze like she was embarrassed, but I tilted her chin back up so she had to look me in the eye to answer.
“Angels don’t normally give themselves so fully to others.” Cyra said. “Some do, but I’ve… I’ve always considered myself above such things.”
“Let me guess,” I said with a smirk. “Not many people you’d trust enough?”
“To be fair, before the gods abandoned us-- I mean, abandoned this world, I didn’t need to think much about who to trust,” Cyra sighed. “I did my work. I served my god, and I didn’t waver in my focus on my duties. Now, though… I haven’t known what to do with myself lately. I don’t like feeling so untethered to anything. Then I saw you appear in the desert, and… oh, I don’t want to talk so much.”
The angel was suddenly kissing me again, and I let her have her way as her tongue roved through my mouth. Eventually, I pulled away again, and I chuckled at the determined look on her face.
“I want to give myself fully to you, Ryan,” Cyra said breathlessly, and my chuckle abruptly ended. “I want to give everything to you. I want to… climax again… with you inside of me.”
I couldn’t quite believe I’d just given an angel her first orgasm, but the idea drove me wild. My cock was aching at the thought, and I gasped as Cyra placed her soft hand on my shaft. She gripped my erection tightly, and I felt a wave of pleasure run through me at her touch.
If she wanted another orgasm while I was inside of her, she was sure as hell going to get it.
I gripped her curved hips and gave her a quick kiss before I led her over to the large tree near us. Then I helped her down onto the ground, and I sat with my back against the thick trunk.
“Here,” I said. “Let me make you feel even more amazing.”
I swung the angel’s leg over me and positioned her so she was hovered over my cock. She looked down at me as she bit her lip, and I teasingly ran a finger along her soaked pussy lips.
“Ryan,” she gasped. “Please, I have never felt like this before. I can’t explain how badly I need to feel more of you.”
“You’ve really never done this before?” I asked.
“No.” She shook her head. “I… I can’t believe we are doing this now. I… you make me feel. Frustrated, but… warm and loved. Make me feel more? Please?”
“I will,” I said. “This will feel wonderful. We’ll go at your pace. Just slide your entrance over my cock until you can take me.”
“Okay…” Cyra nodded eagerly and rubbed her soaked pussy lips over the tip of my erection like she couldn’t help herself. I shuddered at the feeling of it, and she grinned at my reaction.
Then I held her waist as she started to slowly lower herself down, and the head of my cock slipped into her tight pussy. We both gasped, and I took a second to make sure she was comfortable.
“Does that feel good?” I asked, and she nodded quickly.
“I need more,” she whispered. “Please, let me have your cock, Ryan.”
“Who am I to argue with an angel?” I grinned and helped her move further down as I slowly guided her by the waist.
Her warm walls eagerly clutched my dick, and electricity raced through me as we fully connected. Cyra’s pussy felt truly angelic in a way I couldn’t even describe. She was so warm and wet and tighter than anything I’d experienced before, and her sheath was like hot velvet as she slid around my shaft.
Her pretty face was flushed as she straddled me, and I slowly began to thrust upward until I was fully inside the angel.
“Fuck,” I hissed. “You’re so tight.”
Cyra seemed incapable of speaking for a moment as she moaned, and I began to fuck her slowly. Her large tits bounced as I moved, and she gasped as I began to speed up my pace.
She moved with me, and I groaned at how deep inside her I was. I gripped her tits and leaned down to take a nipple into my mouth.
“Oh, Ryan,” Cyra groaned. “This feels so fucking good. You’re s-so deep!”
“You feel amazing,” I breathed. “Your body is perfect.”
