The Harem's Passion Engulfs the Angel (Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 20), page 1
The Harem's Passion Engulfs the Angel
Loving Succubus Wife's Harem Gift 20
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The Harem's Passion Engulfs the Angel
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I smiled at the perverse sight of the once-virginal nuns. They had all sworn to be pure. Amatiel stared at them with horror. He flinched at their gasps and moans. The scent of hot pussy filled the air, swallowing the coppery aroma of blood.
The pain faded from me as my dick throbbed hard.
“Sister Mary Salome, why don't you eat out Morgan,” I suggested to my nun-wife.
“Gladly,” she said. “Amatiel, we all just love each other here. Isn't that amazing?”
“It is perverse, Daughter,” the angel said. “Do not do this.”
“But I want to,” purred Sister Mary Salome. She sank to her knees as Morgan stretched out on her back. My petite witch spread her thighs wide. “I do so love eating pussy. My husband has so many wondrous concubines for me to enjoy.”
“Yes, my Lord has many wondrous women,” purred Morgan, her eyes smoky as she stared at me. I had used her to help me become reborn, not that Morgan had understood all the tasks I had given her over the last century. It wasn't a coincidence that she became involved.
My wedding to Jessica in Vegas... Not a coincidence at all.
“Candace, sit on the witch's face,” I said to my busty call girl.
My fairy-MILF smiled at me, her wings gleaming behind her. She wore her crown. A queen. I didn't plan on having her in my harem, had I? But she was a delicious bonus. She sauntered forward and straddled my witch's head. My fairy queen lowered her pussy and planted her cunt right on the witch's mouth.
“Ana Sofía, suckle from my queen,” I said. “Drink from her bounty. You earned it. Your roar galvanized the others.”
“Thank you, Master,” my Hispanic werewolf purred. She was no longer in her bestial form. She was all woman. She sauntered forward, her golden-brown figure athletic and gorgeous. She dropped to her knees, latched on, and suckled.
To find out what happens next, read on!
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The Harem's Passion Engulfs the Angel
Ana Sofía Guadeloupe
The angel's blazing sword rammed through my Master's chest.
The weapon burst out his back in a spray of bright crimson. A deep growl rose in my throat as my vision dimmed red. I lunged at the angel, snarling with fury. He would pay for what he did. I would tear him apart for daring to hurt my master.
I crashed into the angel, claws digging into his flesh. My muzzle snapped down to tear him apart.
Light exploded from the angel and slammed into me. The purity of the brilliance burned my skin. I howled in pain as I flew back and crashed into the adobe-brick wall of the convent's sanctum. I landed on my belly, whimpering.
“Carl!” screamed Sister Mary Salome as the angel wrenched his sword from Master's chest. He dropped to his knees, blood pouring out of his chest.
Master's nun-wife ran to him. She would save him with her prayers. She was a wondrous woman. I struggled to rise to aid her, but the pain blazed through my body. The light smote me with such pure righteousness.
The power of Heaven left me battered.
The angel seized Sister Mary Salome by her black hair, yanking her short of reaching Master. Light pulsed from around his bronze body. “Daughter, it is time you ended your dalliance with this perverse man!”
“No!” Sister Mary Salome shouted. “Lord, save him! Save my husband from his wounds!”
~~*~~
Carl Bergman
Blood poured out of the wound in my chest and splashed over my knees. The agony blazed through my veins. That damn angel stood over me, lording above me. Words echoed in my mind, rattling about as the agony blazed through me.
“My wife is not a monster!” My words, but I don't remember ever saying them. They were, true, though. Jessica was no monster. She was a sweet woman. A loving succubus. She cared for me. Treasured me. She would never do anything to hurt me.
Would never do anything monstrous.
“She took the Fruit from the Morningstar!” a voice shouted in my mind. “She tricked Eve into eating it. You! She is corrupted! One of his spawn!”
“No!”
What are these words? That was my voice protesting, but this conversation never had happened.
“Let all her children bear her sin!”
“I will fix her!” I cried. “I won't let you curse my wife! Lilith is not evil!”
“Let her spawn be monsters. Creatures who punish the children of Eve. Who haunts them. Trick them. That is her punishment for following, and you, Adam! Let you be chained in the Pit for your defiance! When your Mortality ends, you shall join the Morningstar in Perdition!”
What were these words?
Adam?
Eve?
Lilith?
I was so confused by them, and... offended. Angered. Fury built in me that was stronger than the pain I felt twisting through my chest. Something terrible had happened to my wife, and I didn't even remember it. But this angel... He knew about it. He had spoken those other words, hadn't he?
The fury built and built in me. A righteous rage of a husband who would defend his wife. And with it was pain. A festering curse. An agony of chains. The impotency of prison. The Pain of Perdition blazed through me.
I wanted to be free. A plan. Why did I think I had a plan to escape it? To be free of this torment and find my wife again. These emotions, these shadows of memories that I never had, filled me up. I had escaped. I used the Morningstar, a desperate gamble, and now... now...
I was dying.
My life poured out of me. The angel had rammed his sword through my chest. He had hurt me once again. He held my nun-wife in his strong grip. She wanted to help me, and he was keeping her from saving my life. I didn't want to die. I just wanted to live with Jessica. To enjoy her dream of a harem that we could share.
I just wanted to be happy with my wives.
“CARL!” Jessica's voice screamed, but she was distant. “CARL! HELP ME! SAVE ME!”
Fire exploded out of me. Boiling, scarlet flames. Tongues of burning blood rippled around me as I rose to my feet and glared at the angel holding Sister Mary Salome by a fistful of hair. How dare he t ouch her. How dare he put my wives in danger.
“Let her go!” I roared.
The angel glared at me, such hatred in his eyes. “Mephistopheles,” he sneered. “You think—”
“I do not go by that name any longer!” I roared as I understood. That was my demonic name. The guise I had adopted to manipulate the world. I wasn't Carl Bergman, either, but I wanted to be. I was awake now. A spear sprang into existence in my hand.
Made of shadow and hellfire.
I thrust it at the angel's chest.
He threw Sister Mary Salome to the side and swept his golden sword before him. Our weapons struck as he parried my attack. A gong rang through the convent, the stones groaning from the impact of our two powers.
The world shook as I thrust again.
The angel's face twisted with fury as his golden sword flashed. He blocked and deflected my thrusts. I plunged my spear for his flesh, eager to pierce his side. To ram my weapon into his heart and destroy this monster.
Burning shadows met blazing light.
Our weapons traded blows as we battled to kill each other. This was the bastard who was there when he condemned my wife. Jessica. That wasn't her name then, but it was her soul. I finally had her back—had them both back—and I wouldn't let this angel keep us apart.
I battled with love and fury in my heart.
~~*~~
Candace Riese
The convent shook with the power unleashed. Carl Bergman was Mephistopheles. He burned with hellfire and the shadows he'd stolen from my husband. My king stood strong. My wings fluttered at the power flooding through the room.
The nuns and wildhounds struggled to stand, but the light had injured them all. They were helpless. Ana Sofía struggled back to her feet from the blow she'd taken. I had to do something. My gaze swept across the convent.
Morgan drew a magic circle in her own blood.
“Master!” roared Ana Sofía. The werewolf rose to her feet. Shaggy fur covered her body, twisting her flesh into something monstrous and lean, a feral bitch who threw herself at the angel again. She landed on his back and bit.
The angel snarled in pain as her teeth savaged his neck. Carl thrust his shadowy, burning spear at the angel. The golden sword knocked back the attack as the air rang with power. Golden light exploded from the angel.
Ana Sofía howled as she was flung back again. I raised my hand to ward my eyes against the brilliance and the purity of the heavenly light. Carl grunted, momentarily dazzled by the light. The angel struck at him, another blow that would pierce his body.
“Husband!” I cried.
My King and Husband parried the sword strike with his spear, battering back the attack. He rushed at the angel, fire burning behind him. Trails of bloody flames trailed him as he fought the angel. He was such a lordly man.
A King.
His spear plunged at the angel's belly, but the bronze figure blocked it again. Carl needed help. I had to do something. I had to weave illusions. Subtle ones. The angel was distracted, his sight focused on my husband.
The sword slammed into the spear held up to block. The blow knocked Carl back now. The angel lunged with a thrust, forcing Carl to dance back. He was retreating now. The angel's wings flapped as his sword hammered at my wounded husband. Blood spilled down Carl's stomach and thighs. His life dripped from him while the angel...
The angel was a Warrior of the Lord, fighting with righteous anger.
I wove my illusions and whispered, “Plumdrop.”
~~*~~
Amatiel
I pressed the demon in human form. I slashed for Mephistopheles, that bastard Carl. I would cleave his head off this time. He blocked and jumped to the right, blood dripping from him. The demon had gambled on escaping perdition in a human form. To be born as a baby and live as a mortal. He wore human flesh.
Had human weakness.
I drew back my blade and hacked at Carl. He raised his spear, but it was too late. My sword cleaved him in half. I passed through his body in a flash. I staggered from the force of my swing because...
I felt no resistance.
An illusion.
I spun and narrowly blocked the spear stabbing for my back. Power rang from the impact of hellfire and heavenly light. He thrust again and again. He had found a second wind, his eyes blazing with his hatred. His defiance of heaven.
He rebelled like he always did. Like when he had defended that whore Lilith.
I raised my sword for the strike, but something tickled my ear. I gasped as a pixie buzzed there. She tugged on my ear, pulling on me as Carl thrust again. I snarled in rage, batting at the pest even as I jumped back. Like a buzzing gnat, the pixie darted out of the way.
Carl's attack drove me back toward the corner of the worship hall. We stepped over corrupted nuns and chained wild women all writhing in pain on the floor, struck down by my light. Carl's spear thrust burning at me, the shadowy weapon wreathed in scarlet hellfire.
I thrust for his head.
He ducked and rolled to the side. A mistake. I hacked my sword for his body. I passed through him as he rose, completely open to attack. My blade hit the ground with a burst of sparks. The image of Carl burst into rainbow motes.
Another illusion.
My wings flapped as I threw myself back toward the corner, narrowly avoiding Carl's next thrust. The fairy queen he'd tamed worked her magic. Her pixies darted through the air, sending out bursts of rainbow lights that irritated my eyes. I parried. Blocked.
“MAAAAASTER!” howled the werewolf. The bitch gained her feet, her fur smoking. “MAAAAASSSSSTEEEEER!”
Her roar echoed through the room. The wild women, all chained by the Lord of the Hunt, howled with bestial fury. They rolled over, ignoring the pain to their own bodies. They lunged at me, flinging themselves as I fought to block the demon's attacks.
Light burst from me, slamming into the wild women. They screamed as they flung back.
“YOU BASTARD!” Carl roared like he cared about them.
He attacked faster. My sword swept before me, blocking his blows. He drove me back toward the corner. I would be trapped. I tried to dart to the right, only for the werewolf to cut me off with her snapping jaws. I slammed light into her.
“MAAASSSSTEEER!” she snarled as she flew back.
His spear rammed at my guts.
My wings flapped, throwing me back to avoid the shadowy spear burning in hellfire. He had stolen Oberon's power. Gained more strength. He should have bled out by now. He had a terrible wound to his stomach, but the demon fought on, sustained by hatred.
Carl's spear plunged for my face. My halo pulsed as I swept my sword upward to block the—
I passed through his weapon as pain exploded in my thigh. I gasped as the illusion wavered, revealing he had actually stabbed low. Hellfire burned across my thigh, attacking the light in me. Evil burned through me, trying to consume me.
I wrenched my leg back, slashing wildly with my sword to keep him from attacking a second time. I stumbled back, limping. Golden ichor dripped from the wound as I stepped back into the corner of the worship hall.
Crimson light shone around me. I gasped as a circle drawn in blood encased me. The air rippled, and Morgan the Witch appeared kneeling to my right, her hand bleeding. She smiled at me. I hadn't seen her. Hadn't noticed her.
Illusions. Damned trickery. Lies. The weapons of evil. I had to...
The glowing scarlet seized me. I was in a magic circle. Bound by it. Fear ripped through me as the witch stared with such exultation at me. She trembled, naked and wanton. She glanced to her demonic master. To Carl.
“NOOOOO!” I howled.
~~*~~
Carl Bergman
The angel roared in fear and slammed his sword forward. It struck the edge of the circle and rebounded. Light ricocheted through the circle as the magic seized him. Shackles appeared about the wrists and ankles of the bronze figure.
My women had worked to trap him.
I panted, leaning on my spear. I should be in agony, but I just felt out of breath from the exertion. I studied him, not sure what to do with him now. Fury beat in me at those memories of how he had cursed my wife. He had made her into the mother of monsters. Into a succubus.
“What do we do with the angel?” I growled.
“Banish him to heaven, my Lord,” Morgan said. My naked with rose to her feet, holding a bloody dagger in one hand.
