“The zero assaulted Arius,” a Seraphim said.

  “She tried to kill him!”

  “She’s a murderer!”

  “A traitorous spy for the Fallen!”

  “You are Theia Ardelucem, Correct?” the first Seraphim said. Jericho teleported next to her just in case they intended to continue the fight. “And you are Jericho Voidcaller, correct?”

  “That’s right,” Jericho said as Theia elbowed him indicating he should bow.

  “Jericho,” Theia pleaded. “That is Gabriel Sunfire, the head of the Choir.”

  Jericho grumbled while lowering his head just enough to qualify as a bow.

  “Explain yourself Theia Ardelucem!” the second Choir member snarled as Gabriel hovered quietly.

  “My master diverged from the assigned path for zeros,” Theia began without looking up. “I left the path to request he return. As we were returning, we were approached by Arius. He demanded my clothing for leaving the path. I refused.”

  “So, you were insolent!” the fourth of the Choir members said as the onlookers babbled in agreement.

  “I accept that I was insolent,” Theia said humbly. “But I was insolent for the safety of Whitespire.”

  “Ridiculous!” the third Choir member said.

  “Please understand,” Theia bowed her head even lower as she hovered. “Had I given my clothing to Arius, or allowed him to touch me, my master would have killed him. I only sought to protect…”

  “What?” the second Choir member growled.

  “So, your master is an enemy of the Seraphim!” the fourth chimed in.

  “No!” Theia objected. “He’s…”

  “I’ll speak for myself Theia,” Jericho said while patting her head. While he wanted to respect Theia’s wishes, he’d had more than enough of seeing his familiar grovel. “And we’re done bowing. Lift your head up, that’s an order.”

  “Yes master,” Theia obeyed as Seraphim gasped and muttered slurs. “I apologize to the Choir for my continued insolence. I must obey my master.”

  “How dare you!” the second Choir member snarled at Theia. “You zero!”

  “Theia,” the fourth said with malice in his voice. “Do you know the penalty for…”

  “Hey!” Jericho interrupted as flames flickered from his shoulders “You’re talking to me now. If you don’t like how she handled the situation, we can handle it my way and I’ll start collecting heads.”

  “Are you threatening war?” the third Seraphim growled.

  “No,” Jericho said with malice in his voice. “I’m threatening a massacre.”

  The four members of the Choir floated there pensively as they felt the immense pressure of Jericho’s spirit coming down on them. He knew they were strong, but not one of them was as strong as Dalmeth. They all looked to Gabriel who’d been waiting silently.

  “Theia Ardelucem is a Seraph and governed by our rules,” Gabriel said while glaring at Jericho. “But she is also recognized as a familiar to the mage Jericho Voidcaller. In this case, it seems you are saying she was acting in the capacity of familiar. Is that correct Jericho Voidcaller?”

  “No,” Jericho answered and Gabriel glared at him as if Jericho just spit on a peace offering. “She was acting against my wishes in an attempt to protect General Arius from me.”

  “Would you have killed General Arius?” Gabriel asked.

  “In the most painful way I could imagine,” Jericho answered honestly. “And I have one hell of an imagination.”

  “I see,” Gabriel glanced at the other Choir members and sighed. “Jericho Voidcaller is not a Seraph of Whitespire and as such would not be beholden to our rules. General Arius attempted to attack Jericho Voidcaller’s familiar, Theia Ardelucem. Theia Ardelucem, in her capacity as a citizen of Whitespire, attempted to prevent Arius from attacking Jericho Voidcaller’s familiar, Theia Ardelucem. Is that correct?”

  “Sounds about right,” Jericho answered.

  “If that proves true, then the familiar, Theia Ardelucum, was the victim of an unwarranted assault by General Arius Lightfeather for which he will be reduced two ranks. The rank zero Seraph of Whirespire, Theia Ardelucem, is guilty of a violent act against a high-ranking citizen of Whitespire. Given the circumstances she will be shown leniency and only be reduced five ranks. Since Theia Ardelucem is rank zero, she will receive a punishment instead of a deduction in rank.”

  “I’m not going to agree to that,” Jericho said. “Theia is my familiar.”

  “The Seraph of Whitespire, Theia Ardelucem must be punished,” Gabrial said. “If she is not punished it’ll upset the order.”

  “High Seraph Gabriel Sunfire,” Theia moved forward. “Would it be acceptable for my master to administer the punishment? I understand it’s unorthodox, but my master regularly punishes me so his objection must not be to punishment itself, but to others administering a punishment.”

  “Regularly punishes you?” Jericho stared at his blushing familiar and realized she was not talking about actual punishment. “Right. I can punish her.”

  The Seraphim watching the impromptu trial mumbled several profanities at the suggestion but the Choir members seemed to be thinking it over. It was likely that Gabriel wanted to avoid a war but needed a way to do so that was within the rules of Whitespire.

  “We would need to witness the punishment,” Gabriel said. “And the witness would have to find the punishment acceptable.”

  “You all aren’t witnessing the punishment,” Jericho said while glaring at them. “If I wasn’t going to let that general remove her clothing what makes you think I’m going to let you watch her get punished?”

  “A member of the Choir needs to witness the punishment,” Gabriel sighed. The blonde Seraph clearly didn’t want to be in the position any more than Jericho. “This is non-negotiable. Only a Choir member can vouch for the punishment.”

  “Master,” Theia tugged his arm. “If we must be watched, could you request High Seraph Cerulea Calas?”

  “Why?” Jericho asked suspiciously.

  “Well,” Theia blushed. “I know this is supposed to be a punishment but before you summoned me I used to fantasize about High Seraph Cerulea quite a bit. I would not be opposed to her watching if you also approved.”

  “Oh,” Jericho grinned. “But do you think Cerulea will approve of the punishment?”

  “Master,” Theia smiled. “You’ll just have to hit me hard enough to leave no doubt.”

  “Fuck,” Jericho smirked and turned to Gabriel. “We’ll allow High Seraph Cerulea Calas of the Choir to witness the punishment and only High Seraph Cerulea Calas.”

  “Cerulea?” Gabriel failed to hide his confusion. “Very well. If that is who you desire. We will accompany you to High Haven Citadel to ensure you don’t attempt to flee.”

  Jericho and Theia followed them to their original destination and when they arrived Jericho shifted back to his normal human self. He immediately pulled out several high calorie chocolate bars and ate them to replenish his energy from shapeshifting.

  “Follow us,” Gabriel said while walking through the massive golden doors with the other High Seraphim. The inside of the citadel was so ornate it was tacky. While their tendency to make everything white, gold, and silver worked amazingly with exteriors of buildings, it worked horribly with interiors. Jericho and Theia followed the Seraphim through several hallways before arriving in a large open area. “Wait here.”

  The room they were waiting in looked suspiciously like a courtroom. It was a massive circular room with a dome overhead and a makeshift sun in the center. He could almost picture the poor criminal standing in that tiny circle surrounded by judgmental Seraphim. Most of the walls were empty except for one which housed the Choir’s seats. It was halfway to the ceiling to ensure all members of the Choir could look down on their guest when passing judgment.

  “I’m tired and I want to rest,” an angry feminine voice said from behind them. Jericho turned to see a ravishingly beautiful Seraph. She had silver hair like Theia’s and eyes like sapphires but her body was really what blew him away.

  Jericho wanted to say her robe was too tight but the truth was her body was just too curvy. He imagined the Seraph had to have clothing custom made. The difference in size between her narrow waist and enviable hips, ass, and chest was just unbelievable.

  “Are you the reason I’ve been called here?” Cerulea said as she caught Jericho ogling her.

  “It’s my fault High Seraph,” Theia said apologetically while bowing her head. “I needed somebody to witness my punishment.”

  “Theia Ardelucem,” Cerulea raised an eyebrow. “I remember you. You’re the one that turned in the Fallen Prince’s head.”

  “I’m sorry for the inconvenience High Seraph Cerulea,” Theia said while attempting to hide her excitement. “If it pleases you, my master can also punish me for troubling you.”

  “Fuck,” Jericho muttered under his breath as he realized just how attracted Theia was to Cerulea. He was almost a little jealous. He smiled at Cerulea. “We agreed this would be done in private. I don’t suppose there’s a bedroom of some sort?”

  “Bedroom?” Gabriel glared at Jericho. “You are supposed to be administering a punishment.”

  “I administer punishments in a bedroom,” Jericho said smugly.

  “That’s understandable,” Cerulea said while glaring at Jericho. “Rehabilitation is best accomplished through a careful balance of both discipline and care. We can use my bedroom to conduct the punishment. Then I can go back to sleep afterward. Follow me.”

  “Make sure the punishment is thorough,” Gabriel commanded.

  “Of course,” Cerulea sighed as she walked off.

  Theia eagerly followed Cerulea as Jericho walked beside her. He quickly realized why Theia was so eager to follow as he saw the way Cerulea walked. Her stunning ass elegantly swayed with every step she took. He found himself unable to look away.

  “Here,” Cerulea turned and gestured toward her door. Jericho and Theia both jumped as if being caught with their hands in a cookie jar. “Come in.”

  Jericho and Theia stepped into a large beautifully decorated room. Unlike the gaudy white and gold décor perverting the citadel, her room was filled with fine wood furniture, colorful linens, and plants. He glanced at the large bed as the door slammed and locked behind him.

  “There,” Cerulea said coldly. “You can proceed with your punishment and I can go back to bed.”

  “Yes ma’am,” Theia said like an overeager student. She turned to Jericho and smiled. “How would you like to punish me master?”

  “Take off your clothing,” Jericho grinned lecherously while glancing at Cerulea. Cerulea raised an eyebrow but otherwise remained expressionless as she watched. Jericho wasn’t sure why so many of the other Seraphim were cautious of her.

  “Yes master,” Theia said while letting her dress drop to the floor revealing a set of lewd lingerie. Jericho was admittedly not expecting that and couldn’t help but smile. Based on the expression on Cerulea’s face, she was even more surprised.

  Theia’s lingerie consisted of white lace crotchless panties and her brassiere was a lacy support that traced her breasts and left everything exposed. Theia nervously glanced at Cerulea as if looking for approval and Jericho stifled a laugh.

  “This is what your familiars wear?” Cerulea said judgmentally.

  “They wear whatever they choose,” Jericho grinned lecherously. Theia’s entire body was turning pink as she felt their eyes examining her entire body. “Theia, go to the bed and bend over.”

  “Yes master,” Theia tried to look serious while walking to the bed but failed miserably. It was obvious she was looking forward to the punishment.

  “I don’t believe this will be an effective punishment,” Cerulea said while hiding a smile.

  “Wait and see,” Jericho grinned wickedly as he approached his exposed familiar. He rubbed his hands gently on Theia’s ass as if testing a fruit for ripeness. He traced the underside of Theia’s ass to the other and gave her playful slap. Jericho glanced at Cerulea watching the display. “Don’t worry, I think everybody will be satisfied when this is over.”

  “If you say so,” Cerulea remained unconvinced but intrigued.

  “Theia,” Jericho said while running his finger across her exposed slit. “What’s the safe word?”

  “Ruby,” Theia answered with a trembling voice.

  “That’s right,” Jericho grinned. “Are you ready to receive your punishment? And you remember what to say while receiving your punishment?”

  “Yes master,” Theia answered while pressing her body flat against the mattress. She spread both her arms and her long angelic wings out until she was laying flat like a rug. Her feet remained grounded on the marble floor and her ass jutted up nicely giving Jericho a perfect view of her exposed pink pussy. “This bad girl is ready to receive her punishment.”

  “Good,” Jericho smirked while delivering a powerful smack to Theia’s full right cheek. Even Cerulea jumped as the sound reverberated through the room. “Theia.”

  “Thank you master,” Theia replied. “Thank you for punishing this very bad girl.”

  “What?” Cerulea stifled a nervous laugh. “This definitely isn’t punishment.”

  Jericho smacked her ass again in the same spot as another powerful echo resounded. She shuddered and Jericho followed up by gently caressing her warm ass. At first, Jericho found it awkward spanking Theia so hard. But, after realizing how much Theia enjoyed it, Jericho learned to love watching Theia’s perfect ivory ass turn pink and then red.

  “Thank you master,” Theia said as her voice trembled. “Thank you for punishing this very bad girl.”

  “Is she going to say that every time?” Cerulea asked as her face turned pink.

  “Yes,” Jericho answered with a wicked grin. “Is there a problem?”

  “No,” Cerulea answered while attempting to keep her composure. “But I’m not satisfied that this is punishment. It feels indecent.”

  “Don’t worry, “Jericho grinned wickedly. “That was only two slaps. We’re just warming up.”

  “Warming up?” Cerulea watched as Jericho coated his hand in a layer of frost and held it against Theia’s left cheek cooling it. “What are you doing?”

  “Preparing,” Jericho said as Theia began to shiver from the cold. Jericho reached back and gave her cold left ass cheek a powerful smack causing Theia to cry out. The freezing cold caused her to become even more sensitive to the pain, which in turn increased her pleasure.

  “Thank you master,” Theia whimpered. “Thank you for punishing this very bad girl.”

  “It stings more when you cool it first,” Jericho said while gently rubbing Theia’s ass. “Although there are other ways to make it sting as well.”

  “Other ways,” Cerulea said. Jericho could tell she was becoming more interested and it excited him more. The idea of her joining in, or even punishing her. She was a Seraph after all. It wouldn’t be strange to have the same subservient qualities as Theia. She just needed somebody to bring them out.

  Jericho smacked Theia’s ass again as Cerulea watched him use warmth and cold to make her more sensitive. As her plump ass began to welt up Jericho pulled out a healing potion and gently rubbed it on allowing him to start completely over as his familiar whimpered.

  “Thank you master,” Theia panted out. “Thank you for punishing this very bad girl.”

  “If you’re not convinced this is punishment,” Jericho gestured at the bed. “You could always test it yourself.”

  “Test it myself,” Cerulea licked the corner of her mouth before shaking her head no. “We’re here to administer a punishment. Continue.”

  “Okay,” Jericho grinned and pulled out a block of wax and held it over Theia’s ass. He ignited his hand in flames as red wax dripped down onto Theia’s exposed flesh and each drop caused his obedient familiar to whimper. “How’s this?”

  “Thank you master,” Theia squealed as her ass gradually became covered in molten wax. “Thank you for punishing this very bad girl.”

  “I am still unsure of whether this is punishment. Theia seems to be enjoying it,” Cerulea smirked.

  “What makes you say that?” Jericho asked while staring at Theia’s wax covered ass. With a gust of wind, he quickly cooled it and followed up with several powerful smacks causing the wax to crumble away. Her beautiful ivory ass had taken on the color of a slowly ripening apple. He doused it with another healing potion to help her recover.

  “Thank you master,” Theia whined with a quivering voice. “Thank you for punishing this very bad girl.”

  “She’s excited,” Cerulea said while glancing at the juices flowing down Theia’s inner thighs. “It’s obvious she’s enjoying it.”

  “I don’t know what you mean,” Jericho said playing dumb. “Can you show me?”

  “Show you?” Cerulea stared at Theia’s pussy. Jericho knew she wanted to show him. She just needed some encouragement. “It’s not my job to show you.”

  “High Seraph Cerulea,” Jericho said authoritatively as he glared at the woman. He could see in her body language his commanding tone affected her. “Come over here and show me.”

  “You can see it,” Cerulea pointed between Theia’s legs while stepping toward them. She looked at Jericho in disbelief as she placed her finger an inch away from Theia’s dripping pussy. “You can’t deny she’s clearly enjoying herself.”

  “Oh?” Jericho said. “Maybe she wet herself. How can you be sure?”

  “I recognize the difference,” Cerulea said as her face turned so red, he could have mistaken her for a devil instead of an angel. Jericho smirked as the Seraphim waited for him to respond. “Would you like me to show you?”

  “Yes,” Jericho answered as Theia’s excitement intensified.

  “Fine,” Cerulea said while sliding her finger up the inside of Theia’s thigh and across her drenched pussy. Theia moaned excitedly as Cerulea’s finger brushed across her clit. The curvy Seraph held her glossy finger out to Jericho. “See?”

 

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