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Thirty five years after the first...
A story collaboration between Angel Hunt and Streifen
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Chapter Three : Part Four
“My Dad is definitely not like that Tightass or any of the others. He’s scary sometimes and really strict, but he’s not closed minded or stupid like half the Council is.” Samara reaches over and sets her cup off to the side before stretching her body out and rolling onto her side. Propping her elbow up beneath her, she rests her head against her palm while her other hand slides up to push long bangs away from her eyes. “I just don’t get them half the time. Okay so Angels are all noble and crap and they can do all this stuff that makes them ‘chosen’ or whatever, but who says right? I mean they’re not that different than Demons or Humans or whatever else is out there no matter what a lot of them like to think. My mom tells me that back when she and my dad first got together, they had to keep it all secret cause they would have just killed my dad for being with her or some bullshit. That is just so retarded.” The teenager rolls her eyes and shakes her head.
“It’s because of him and others like him that they started finally getting their heads out of their asses and seeing that everyone else can be just as noble, if not more so than they are. And I wasn’t lying to your Father when I said my dad’s mentioned him before. He talks about how he’s helped them all the time and how far the society has come just because of what he’s done. So okay, your Father’s wicked scary, but how could they be against him when he’s helped them so much? I just don’t get it at all…”
Samara sighs and slips her hand away from her face, allowing her head to come to rest on the rug beneath her. “I’m glad my dad likes you and is all cool with it. I mean I know he’d have to be right? Because he’s with mom so he wouldn’t be upset about you being part Demon since I’m part too, and you always fake him with that polite shit you do when you visit” she laughs as she shifts her gaze up to meet Sen’s. “It wouldn’t matter though even if he wasn’t cause I’d still be with you, but it’s better this way cause I don’t have to worry about him freaking on me over it…”
“Actually…” Sen starts. “Angels and Demons are exactly the same, made by the same creators for the same purpose. The only difference between them is Demons can breed and Angels can’t, or at least they couldn’t until you. Angles aren’t ‘chosen’ for anything, they just think they are.” Grandpa Io would like to wipe them all out because of how disgusted he is with his creations, but the hybrid wasn’t about to open that can of worms right now. “Father created the Organization for his own purposes a long-ass time ago but once that was fulfilled, he went on to other research, which I guess is how they are doing all this mixing of genetics. He really couldn’t care what anyone thinks of him. As long as they leave him alone, he’ll leave them alone. Once you start messing with him… it’s all over. I’ve never actually seen Father go ape shit on anyone but from what Dad says, it’s really scary. I guess he’s thinned the Council out quite a few times.” He laughs.
Sen lays back and stares up at the dancing light of the fire as it reflects on the ceiling. “It’s really stupid that your parents had to hide the fact they were in a relationship. Who cares who someone else loves? Dad’s race is similar. While many of them do have relationships with humans while they are down here, it’s generally frowned upon and no way in hell can a non-Selestarri ever set foot on Eyrie or Nova. Actually breeding with anything other than a Selestarri is completely taboo.” He turns his head to meet iridescent eyes with amused crimson. “Dad didn’t really have a choice when it came to me but considering who Dad is and who he’s with, they can’t do much about it. He’s pretty much a taboo creation on his own.” Sen sighs before he looks over at his girlfriend in question “Hey... how long have your mom and dad been together? How did they meet?”
Samara smiles. “Mom says about ninety odd years ago, dad was transferred over to her section to stand in for some Council member they took out for treason or something. They worked together for like, only a few days back then but she always says it was immediate. Like bam! And they fell in love, but I guess neither one of them knew the other one felt the same way for a while. So Dad started making excuses to show up wherever she was, giving himself extra work over there so he could see her.” The black and white haired teenager shakes her head. “Mom says she really thought he was cute, he was stiff like any Higher but he didn’t act like the other ones she’d been working with. He never spoke down to her or made her feel like she was lesser than the other ones on her section of the Council. And I guess one day dad showed up at her place, telling her he had some files for her to look over and it couldn’t wait until the next day, blah blah.”
Iridescent eyes shift over and meet clear crimson as a sly grin forms on her lips. “Dad was totally being smooth; he just wanted an excuse to get her alone. Mom said he’d been leaning over her shoulder while she was looking at the notes he’d brought and suddenly he kissed her.” Rolling here eyes, the teenager turns her head back to look up at the ceiling. “The rest is history or something. It’s sweet – in a really, really sappy way” She laughs again. “What about your dads?”
Sen smiles. “That’s pretty sweet for a stiff Higher. I’m glad he’s different than the rest of his race. Dad and Father met about thirty-five years ago when Dad attacked Father out of nowhere.” He laughs. “Dad was even more of a pacifist back then too. He doesn’t know why he did it but there was just something about Father he couldn’t get away from. He had no clue what Father was or how powerful he was, either. Father can hide that shit really well. I guess he really amused Father so he kinda toyed with him for a long time before they started actually falling in love. They’ve been through a lot of shit together… and apparently they still can’t keep their hands off each other. Ever.” he rolls his eyes.
“Dad really had to prove himself because Father doesn’t trust anyone. But I guess he kept coming back no matter what Father did and Father really liked how stubborn he was. Generally Dad’s really laid back all the time, except when he’s pushed or he’s determined. He was really determined when it came to Father.” Sen snorts.
“Okay that’s so cute I could die…” Samara laughs, pulling herself off her back and flipping over to crawl towards the hybrid. Coming to rest at Sen’s side, the half breed slides her fingers up to sweep long milky bangs away from red eyes. “I can’t believe they’ve only been together for thirty five years. The way they acted when we watched them fighting was like…” Samara trails the tips of her nails away from brown hair and down along the side of the other teenager’s face while a thoughtful look crosses her features. “Like, I dunno. Way longer.” Turning her attention back to the motions of her fingers, the petite girl follows them as she traces down the hybrid’s neck and across his collar bone through the thin fabric of his shirt. “I guess I can understand why they wouldn’t be able to stop touching each other though.” A sly partial grin forms on her lips while her fingers slip down the center of the other teenager’s torso. “When you like someone that much, it’s totally magnetic…”
“Yeah, when Father loves someone, it’s forever. I guess there is a lot of risk being with him so someone really has to put up with everything that comes along if they want to be there. There’s no room for weakness when it comes to him. Dad went through a lot of shit to prove himself to Father, now there’s nothing he won’t do for Dad. Same deal on Dad’s part.” Sen’s train of thought is interrupted when manicured nails scrape lightly at the skin exposed between his shirt hem and the waistline of his pants. He practically jumps from the sensation and she pulls her hand back quickly, laughing. Amused clear crimson eyes shift to the side and meet iridescent. “Ok that was mean.” He chuckles.
Samara falls onto her back with a laugh, stretching her arms up over her head and sighing a moment later. “I think it’s so cool that all these different races are starting to get over their shit long enough to fall in love like that.” The white and black haired teenager’s expression straightens as her gaze shifts up to watch the light dancing off the ceiling from the flickering fire at their fronts. “Cause look at the cool stuff that happens when they do. If my Dad was all old school like Mister Tightass, then I’d never have been born.” A smirk forms on her lips and she shifts her head over to the side. “And if your Dad didn’t push it with your Father, you wouldn’t be around either. Adults can be really stupid, but there’s some smart ones out there. Now if the stupid ones would just stop making stupid kids, I won’t have to deal with the idiots like some of the purebloods at school anymore.”
Sen laughs. “Unfortunately, that’s never going to happen unless we kill all the stupid people or make it so they can’t breed. The stupid ones far outnumber the intelligent ones. Most assholes like Mister Tightass won’t ever breed anyway so at least that portion of their race will start dying out. Thankfully, a lot of them understand now that if they don’t get over themselves, there won’t be any of them left.” A sly grin forms on the hybrid’s face and he immediately flips himself on top of Samara, careful not to crush her small form with his weight. He leans in slowly, partially closing his eyes and bringing his head down to brush his lips against her neck, gently scraping at the skin with the tips of his fangs. Inhaling her scent, he smiles. She smells like nothing else out there. It wasn’t just a combination of Angel and Demon, it was its own unique signature, like two combined to make something completely different.
Full lips part to allow a gasp free when sharp fangs just barely scrape at the tender skin at her neck. God, she totally gets chills every time Sen even touches her and she loves it. “Yeah…” she almost whispers, closing her eyes and stretching her neck out a little longer while Sen’s lips continue to move over her skin. “I think it’s real funny that even though they call my Mom and your Father’s race all low, they end up needing them anyway just so they don’t go all extinct…” Small, glass like claws trail along the white and black haired teenager’s sides, causing Samara to arch up in the slightest. Sliding her hands up, she quickly threads them in to milky brown locks and yanks Sen’s head away from her neck and up, mouths nearly crashing together a moment later.
The two teenagers meet for a deep kiss, the urgency increasing while the hybrid moves one hand up to Samara’s face, gently cupping the side of her head. He pulls away a moment later and is met with a small pout as the half breed attempts to bring their lips back together while Sen moves away. The hybrid brings his mouth to the side and whispers in her ear. “I know what I want… for beating you outside…” He nips at the side of Samara’s jaw, smiling as she gasps slightly and then returning to her ear. “I want to see you, all of you, wings included. I want to see just how beautiful you are.”
“Okay…” Samara whispers with a smile before sliding her fingers from Sen’s hair and trailing them down over his chest. Pulling her back off the rug, she pushes the hybrid up with her, suddenly twisting her body over to reverse their positions. Sen’s legs slide up as Samara’s small frame sinks in-between him until her knees touch the floor, trailing her mouth down the center of his body in the movement.
Reaching the other teenager’s naval, she nips at his shirt before pushing herself up. The fire flickers behind them as iridescent eyes stare down into clear crimson, her fingers slipping to the low cut pants at her hips to pull the top button free. Propping himself up on his elbows, red eyes move quickly to the other teenager’s hands, watching with baited breath as she slides the zip down to reveal lacy white panties hidden beneath. Black jeans slide down silken smooth legs and pool at her feet, the white and black haired teen stepping free of them and shoving the fabric behind her with her toes. Crimson eyes travel along the long lines of his girlfriend's legs, moving slowly towards her hands once again as they slip to the hem of her shirt. Smiling as she tugs it up over her head, the half breed tosses the fabric to her side. Turing herself around without moving from in between the hybrid’s legs, tapered fingers slide back to unhook the matching lacy bra and she glances back to peer over her shoulder and meet the other teenager’s gaze beneath her before she drops the bra away from her frame.
Small hands slide along her sides and down to the waistband of her panties, her head turning back to the fireplace as she starts to slide the silken fabric down, making it to the ridge of her hips just as black tainted white wings unseal and stretch far out to her sides…
Sen stares in shock. Fucking gorgeous was an understatement. Samara slides her panties down the rest of the way and steps out of them. She turns back around slowly, wearing nothing but the necklace he gave her. The hybrid is at a loss for words. No creature he has ever seen compared to her. “Do you have any idea how gorgeous you are?” The words barely make it past his lips.
Sen swings his legs back behind and sits up on his knees as his eyes move over every detail of the one in front of him. Claw tipped fingers reach out starting at petite ankles and slowly grazing up her legs, smiling as the skin rises in his wake, his hands moving flat against her upon reaching slender hips. Sen brings his face close to her navel, closing his eyes as he trails his lips across the soft skin of her abdomen and whispering into her skin. “And you’re all mine… how did I get so lucky?”
Samara gasps softly as Sen’s lips trail along her stomach and she slips her hands down to thread into his hair, unable to stop the slight blush that taints her cheeks at his words. Brushing milky brown locks back before slipping her fingers free to trace along his jaw, the half breed lifts his chin up while stepping forward. Sliding her body slowly down, she straddles his legs as she comes to rest in his lap, brushing her lips against his as she speaks directly into the other teenager’s mouth. “You’re special Sen…” she says quietly while pressing herself further against him, white wings stretching out behind her, “and I only want to belong to you…”
Sen’s fingers trail up the other teen’s back and thread into the feathers at the junction of her wings. He tightens his grip slightly, smiling as she practically melts into him, moaning quietly. “Good…” his whispers into her mouth. “Because I think I’d have to kill anyone who tried to take you away from me…” Their lips meet again, the kiss soft and slow. The half breed makes a small disappointed noise when Sen removes his hands. Simply smiling, he pulls away for a moment to remove his own shirt and places his hands back under her wings. Small claws gentry trail around front and to the sides of Samara’s breasts. He hesitates for a moment before moving over the soft flesh, the other teen immediately reacting by pushing her hips down into Sen’s, the motion pulling a loud gasp from them both.
The hybrid’s head falls slowly forward as his fingers continue to move along supple flesh and brushes his cheek just above the line of her breasts while Samara leans towards him in the slightest. Iridescent eyes slide partially shut as her mouth touches at the top of milk brown locks, her fingers sliding along the other teenager’s sides and nails scraping softly along heated skin. Sen tilts his head, lips touching at her cleavage while his hands trail away to slip beneath her arms. Crimson eyes watch as the skin continues to rise in the wake of his fingers as he marks a path around to her back with the tips of his claws. Small glass like claws carefully trace up and in between the junction of her wings, smiling as the black tainted appendages slowly splay up and out to her sides.
Sen’s fingers linger near the line where feathers meet flesh before a bite at his neck rips a loud gasp free of his lips and sends him arching into the petite body he holds in his arms, gold streaking his vision while his hands move quickly down to small hips to pull the half breed hard against him before he even realizes he’s doing it. The hybrid resists the urge to simply discard the remaining barriers of his clothing and take her right there. That’s not him, he wouldn’t do something like that to her so he works quickly to get a hold of himself before leaning forward, gently setting Samara down on her back against the carpet abd watching the half breed for a moment before pulling away.
Kneeling back up, Sen releases the seal on his wings, pitch-tipped silver feathers splay out as they form, an iridescent shine snaking over the appendages in the firelight. He leans forward again, his lips meeting the soft skin of Samara’s abdomen and trailing down slowly. Glass like claws hold her hips in place as he plants small kisses before moving to brush over her inner thigh, smiling as she arches up from the contact, spreading her legs slightly. A warm tongue darts in between folds of flesh and Samara practically jolts up from the sensation. He repeats the action only to be rewarded by a soft moan from full lips.
Samara was quickly losing herself in the sensations, everything Sen was doing felt so good and she never wants it to stop. She’s been thinking about this day since the first time they messed around and every time after for the entire week. What it would be like, how it would feel… some of the other girls who’d already done it said it hurt at first, but this isn’t hurting at all. Maybe it’s because Sen’s so special…
The white and black haired teenager is so wrapped up in the movement of the other teenager’s mouth and the fire coursing through her small frame that she doesn’t even realize immediately when Sen abruptly stops, sitting swiftly up and wrapping his hands quickly around her wrists. Iridescent eyes open, confusion written on her face for the space of a moment while he’s yanking her into his lap before she catches the scent of a human approaching as well. Pitch tipped Silver wings spread around her petite frame to cover her naked form and she seals her own wings, sinking down against him just as servant walks in through the closed door.
Samara’s heartbeat is racing and she can feel the hybrid’s as well, causing her face to flush bright red as she attempts to meld with the one holding her. The man begins apologizing profusely to both teenagers and backs out, keeping his eyes riveted on the floor beneath him.
The door closes with a click and she continues to remain still, wrapped in Sen’s arms and wings while finding herself embarrassed beyond belief. “Oh my god.” She whispers after a few moments without lifting her head. “That totally didn’t just happen did it? Please tell me he didn’t see anything…”
“It’s ok…” Sen noses into her hair, enjoying protecting her in his arms. “Even if they did, it wouldn’t matter, it’s not like they would say anything. Dad and Father get it on all over the house.” He laughs quietly. “I think they’re used to it by now. We can stop if you want…” The hybrid reaches down and grazes a finger between Samara’s legs, grinning when she arches into him. Iridescent eyes shift up and a sly smile forms on her lips as well. The half breed reaches down and wraps her fingers around Sen’s wrists, ripping his hands away and shoving him back. The hybrid’s wings flail out to his sides as his body falls against the plush rug beneath them, clear red eyes reopening to meet Samara’s gaze as she holds his hands just above his head.
Keeping her body propped partially up on her knees just over him; black streaked white hair falls around her shoulders and tickles against bare skin as she leans down as if to kiss him, full lips barely making contact before she pulls back in the slightest to speak into Sen’s mouth. “I don’t want to stop if you don’t…” The hybrid pulls his head away from the floor in order to kiss her, allowing her to keep his hands pinned in the process as it deepens.
Breaking contact a few moments later, Samara trails full lips over his skin to trace down the contours of his cheek and mark a path to his ear. “And it doesn’t seem like you’re ready to stop.” She whispers quietly, dropping her hips down to slide her body over fabric encased hardened flesh and smiling when a moan rips free of the other teenager’s mouth.
He smiles. “I think that’s pretty obvious…” Sen looks up at her with gold streaked crimson eyes. Samara switches her hold on his wrists to one hand, taking the other and making a light trail down the other teenager’s chest, scraping lightly with her nails until she reaches his pants. Slender fingers dart under the waistline, barely grazing the tip of hardened flesh and sending a shockwave through Sen that brings a wicked smile to petite features. She works his belt loose, watching the hybrid attempt to keep himself under control. Pulling the leather free, she tosses it to the side and gets back to her task of removing the rest of the barriers between them.
Samara undoes the button and zipper of Sen’s pants slowly, taking her time and enjoying his reactions to her movements. Small hands slip under the elastic of his boxers and trail over heated flesh, pulling a moan from the other teen’s lips. Sen lifts up, allowing her to drag the clothing down off his hips and toss it into the growing pile. Slipping her fingers away from the hybrid’s pinned wrists, Samara crawls back, slightly nervous iridescent eyes staring down into gold tainted crimson as her hands come to rest on both sides of his head.
Rocking her hips downward, the very tip of the other teenager’s straining flesh meets the burning heat of her body and she leans down, holding them both in place as the anticipation begins to build. Small glass like claws slide to her legs and trail along smooth skin while both teenagers tremble softly together without further movement. Samara touches full lips to Sen’s neck, lingering for only a moment before tracing up to his ear as he begins to ease her back onto him.
“Sen…” she whispers, as the hybrid wraps one arm around her small waist while he pushes them both up with the other.
The half breed’s arms fly around his neck and long legs shift to lock around his waist when he lowers her completely down onto him a moment later. Her sharp intake of air as he enters tight heat is lost with the loud moan that spills from his lips. Samara clamps her eyes shut, gripping tight around Sen’s neck as the pain shockwaves through her slender frame and he holds them still for only the space of a heartbeat before pulling partially out and then rocking his hips right back up.
Sen slows himself as much as possible, wanting to drive into her with everything he has but knowing that wouldn’t be good for their first time. He eases her back down, stopping midway when Samara’s breath hitches and she tightens her grip. The hybrid whispers into her ear. “Are you ok?” The half breed nods quickly, not saying anything. Sen hesitates for a moment before resuming his movements.
The hybrid’s fingers grip carefully around Samara’s thighs, each slow thrust in he makes pulls a hard breath from them both. The half breed’s face sinks against Sen’s neck while she continues to hold on tight and despite the pain, she rocks her own hips against his, the response immediately tearing a deep moan from the other teenager’s lips. Sen can feel the magic inside him stirring, working to drive every movement he makes. Black tipped silver wings stretch out as the hybrid’s thrusts begin to build, each one met with a rock down of the petite girl’s hips that slowly begins to slide him towards the edge.
He wants this to last but everything of Samara was becoming too much for him. The way she looks, the way she smells, the softness of her skin and the warmth of her wrapped around him are serving to drive him further and further. Magic begins pushing hard at his barriers. and while Dad said it wouldn’t hurt her when it was released, he's still a little wary because it isn't just a matter of the Selestarri magic he has in him... Sen’s breathing comes harder despite his reservations though and he begins to lose himself in the sensations. The air around them thickens notably and soon Sen can’t stop himself from diving in, his hands gripping tighter around slender hips to pull her down so he can sink in deep. Samara whimpers loudly into his neck when he hits far inside, her reaction sending pure fire streaming through every nerve and driving him even faster.
Sen’s heavy breaths quickly slide to moans, each thrust in becoming more and more fevered as their bodies meet time and time again and he can feel it rapidly approaching, cracks quickly spreading over barriers and demanding to be let free.
Blazing gold eyes shut tightly as it all releases in one huge rush unlike anything he’s ever felt. His magic explodes through and into the immediate area surrounding him as he drives in deep one last time, holding Samara tightly against him. The half breed’s eyes clamp shut as the other teenager’s magic slams into her, the sensations of everything all at once coupled with the pain nearly steals her breath away and all she can do is hang on tight and ride it out. Sen spends several long moments with his arms wrapped around the half breed while the effects on his body calm and his heartbeat returns to normal.
The hybrid pulls away slowly, gold tainted crimson eyes looking down to meet obviously pained iridescent, streaked with tears. His expression drops to immediate worry and panic. “O-Oh my god, are you ok?” Pulling Samara off him, Sen notices the blood. “Was it my magic? Shit, no, please don’t tell me I hurt you. I’m so sorry, I didn’t know…” Fuck, if he actually hurt her in any way, the hybrid would never forgive him self. He quickly checks her over for any other signs of obvious damage. What if she had internal damage? He wasn’t exactly sure what Father’s magic was capable of in that regard.
“Please tell me you’re ok.”
Curling against Sen and letting her face sink against his chest, Samara nods “I’m good…” she says as she works to hold back the emotion that wracks her small frame and not let it show through her quiet words. “Some of the other girls said it would hurt the first time, I guess they were right…” the half breed’s voice dips low. “It’s totally norm…”
Sen can tell she’s trying to hide all of what she’s feeling. He could go into her head and find out, but he refuses to do that to her as well. The hybrid gathers the petite girl into his arms and holds her tightly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know… We don’t ever have to do that again if you don’t want.”
“Sen, you are so retarded sometimes.” Samara says as she pulls her face away from his chest and looks up into clear crimson still traced with flecks of gold. “I said it’s totally norm right? So how can I find out just how great it’s all supposed to be if we never do it again?”
The hybrid smiles with relief. “I’m just glad you’re ok. I don’t know what I’d do if I permanently hurt you. I just feel bad that I wasn’t paying attention. Still, I’m sorry and if you still want to do that again, I’ll do everything I can to make sure this doesn’t happen anymore.”
Samara really wants to just squeeze him to death, Sen being all worried about her and apologizing for it all was about the sweetest thing in the world, seriously. With a smile, the half breed shakes her head. “Everything was totally cool until … you know, but I guess it feels all different for girls and boys huh?” Turning in the hybrid’s grip, Samara slides her arms up and around Sen’s neck, leaning up to hug him tight. Iridescent eyes stare down the other teenager’s back, quiet while she spends time looking at the way the flickering light in the room dances off shining silver feathers before talking again, her voice soft and low. “Did… did it feel good? Being inside me I mean…”
Sen wraps his arms around her tightly to return the embrace. “You have no idea… It was amazing, all of you. You are so warm inside. I had no clue what it would be like, but it beats everything, even Father’s blood on my blade. I didn’t think anything could top that.” He chuckles quietly. Sen nuzzles into her neck, speaking quietly. “I’ll make sure you enjoy it next time. I don’t want to do something that hurts you, no matter how I feel about it.” He smiles, looking around for a moment before standing up quickly and throwing Samara over his shoulder. Sen turns his head and plants a kiss on her side before walking to the other side of the room. Picking up a throw from a nearby couch, he wraps it around her and heads for the door. “Let’s go shower.”
The half breed yelps in surprise when she’s flung over the other teenager’s shoulder, small hands immediately sliding down Sen’s back as pitch tipped silver are fading from view in order to brace herself. “Hey!” she says with a slight scrunching of her face. “I can totally walk on my own…” the hybrid simply laughs, gripping around her tighter as he heads for the door and quickly exits. Samara sinks against him with a sigh, smiling despite herself. Truthfully though, she liked it when he did things like this. She’d never admit it to him though, but it always makes her feel… protected and safe. She likes being in Sen’s arms and even though their first time hurt like hell, she’s really glad she’d waited and did it with him. She only ever wants to belong to Sen, she’d meant that when she’d said it.
The hybrid quickly finds a nearby room, smaller glass like claws wrapping around the door’s handle before cautiously peeking inside. Finding the room empty, Sen shuts the door behind them and moves straight for the bathe…