I discovered that giving him pleasure went two ways. It also made me wet and wild. With my free hand, I stroked myself, my fingers slippery with my juices and the water that still poured on me from the shower. Auric"s body went stiff and I wondered if he"d shoot into my mouth–I wanted to taste him. But instead of feeding me his essence, he pulled his cock away from my lips and said hoarsely, “Enough.”
He pulled me up from my kneeling position and, cupping my ass cheeks, lifted me and leaned me against the shower wall before impaling me with his thick hard shaft. I wrapped my legs around his waist, this new position thrilling me as it showcased how powerful Auric truly was.
He held me effortlessly and pumped me, his throbbing cock driving hard and deep.
I mewled in his arms, my pussy clenching tightly around him. Exquisite pleasure built inside me.
I squeezed him with my pelvic muscles and panted harshly as he penetrated me over and over.
With a bellow he came, his hard cock pulsing and squirting hotly inside me, a sensation which sent me over the edge. I screamed as I orgasmed in his arms. Together we collapsed in the bottom of the tub, me draped bonelessly over his lap. Even in our pleasure-weakened state, he still held me protectively, cradling me like the most precious of objects.
I reveled in the feeling that in a way made me feel closer to him than the actual sex. Cradling my naked, wet body, Auric stood up, his hard thigh muscles tensing. He rinsed me under the warm water, unwilling to let me go. He stepped out of the tub and wrapped the big fluffy towels that I indulged in around us before he carried me back to the bedroom.
We lay spooned in my bed, skin to skin, sated for the moment; but I felt far from tired.
“Tell me about Heaven?” I asked. I was curious about this paradise everyone aspired to and that he"d given up for me. Could it truly be as wonderful as everyone thought?
“Heaven,” he mused. “It"s like a sunny day that never ends.”
“Sounds pleasant,” I remarked.
“For a while. I discovered that without the rain and the cold and the myriad other things that are the usual part of life, it was hard to appreciate the same perfection, day after day. It"s like eating the exact same meal three times day for the rest of your life. You get tired of it.”
“It sounds dull.”
“It is. But that"s the way it is, and always has been. Heaven doesn"t like change,” he said bitterly.
I sensed a story here. “Why did you get kicked out of Heaven and the Legion of Light?” What I really wondered was, had he done something naughty?
Auric sighed in my arms. “It was stupid, really. I got tired of Heaven, of the stagnancy of life there. Of their placidness when it came to the misery and suffering of the world. I demanded to know why we sat by idly while evil, in the form of petty wars, drugs, and abuse prevailed on earth.”
“And their answer?”
“Not our problem. It was mankind"s duty to find the right path, and suffer if need be. Never mind that a child caught in a crossfire not of their making is maimed or killed. I was told to sit back, relax, enjoy Heaven and its endless sunshine.”
“But surely the Legion of Light does more than that? I"ve heard my father complain about them.”
“Oh, we"ve had minor skirmishes with your father"s demons and henchmen. But again, even there, the rules of engagement are strict. Demons are free to roam the earth causing mischief, we only get involved if they attack one of our own, or encroach upon the Kingdom of Heaven.”
“But that"s dumb,” I said, sitting up. “I mean, I"m not all that keen on the idea of the Army of Light chasing down my dad and his own army, but shouldn"t the Legion of Light be a little more proactive?”
“You would think. And that"s what I said, over and over again. I finally got tired of being ignored, so I tried to do something about it. I came to earth and tried to make a difference. I could only do so much. After all, one angel that can"t reveal its identity is no match for the evil that is perpetrated daily. But I tried, and I was called back to stand trial for my actions.”
I listened in disbelief. This was Heaven? All my life, I"d expected something more. Something grander. But it sounded like the politics and machinations of Heaven were no better than my father"s. At least my father was honest about it, though. Funny, the Devil being honest.
Seriously though, my father took an active part in the world. Yes, his minions tended to lead people down the path of misdeeds, but perhaps if the angels of Heaven did more to encourage people to follow the path of light, Hell wouldn"t be so crowded. And contrary to belief, living in the pit wasn"t that bad. Sure, some people got eternally tortured, but we"re talking the worse of worse here: the Hitlers and Attilas of the world. Most regular folk who died and went to Hell still lived a regular life. They still loved and lived and struggled, they just didn"t have to worry anymore about following some stupid code.