Rising Above

Gabriel smiled; his cock was already swelling bigger as it slowly slid in and out of her wet body. “Some things never change, then.” He whispered hoarsely, rolling Lilith to her side, extremely careful not to tip her too much onto her back, and then raised her leg over his hip, holding it there with his hand. “Are you alright?” He asked, letting her adjust to the new position, and also ready to calm any fears that may have risen in her when he’d shifted her like this.

“I just want you.” Lilith moaned back, for Gabriel had done this to her many times, so she hadn’t been startled, but she was touched that he had made sure she was not. He’d never complained about always being beneath her, but she knew there were times when Gabriel had to be able to feel himself really driving into her, using all his strength in a way that he couldn’t from below her. Lilith didn’t mind, for she enjoyed actually being taken by him, the Seraph was so powerful, so masterful, so big inside her.

Gabriel held her leg firmly at the knee, pressing it even more above his hip as he thrust forward into her, sinking himself into her with a deep stab that made Lilith wince and beg for more. She felt wonderful around him, warm and wet and soft, inviting his stiff member to nestle deeper and deeper inside her. Gabriel closed his eyes and got lost in the sensations, unbending Lilith’s leg until her calf was up on his shoulder, and thrust into her as deep as he could then, moving with more speed and force, whipping and stirring her slippery, flowing fluids as they ran from her proffering pussy. Both their bodies were drenched with sweat, their groins soaked with a mix of perspiration and Lilith’s juices. He wrapped is arms around her shuddering body, hugging her to him, feeling his nipple touch to one of hers and he growled, breathing harder, thrusting faster as he began to kiss her, their tongues stabbing, stroking and twisting with one another as his big cock began to quake deep within her.

Gabriel’s balls ached with the amount of semen that waited to be expelled; he had to cum now, but wanted to drive into Lilith harder as he did. The more orgasms he experienced, the more tantalizingly torturous the build up to each one became, until reaching them seemed a maddeningly arduous task that he must complete if he were to ever know peace. He really needed to slam her, and this position, while more effective than being on his back, was not sufficient any longer. “Lily,” he cried out, his voice trembling with passionate rage. “Get on your knees!”

Lilith could feel Gabriel’s body struggling with itself and she was quick to obey him, knowing that when he ejaculated this time, it would be very very forceful. Her own body trembled thinking about how it would feel as she knelt, Gabriel moving with her, never withdrawing from her and pushing her down to support herself with her hands as he drew back, smashing himself forward again, shaking the huge bed and Lilith. He didn’t stop, but thrust harder, faster, deeper, his testicles nearly flattening against her buttocks as his balls tightened and drew up close to his body. Despite the ardent wrath he pummeled her with, Lilith whispered his name as tenderly as if he’d lovingly kissed her cheek. “Cum, Seraph,” she whispered.

Gabriel didn’t hear her, for he was embroiled in his brawl to reach another climax. The feeling seized him, making him grab Lilith’s knee, lifting it up and pulling her leg back, up against his hip again, wrapping his other arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest and pounding her with all the strength he’d been created with, finally feeling the flicker of relief as his cock tingled all the way to his balls, which fed his long hard shaft a torrent of semen. He bit Lilith on the neck and shoulder, holding her tight against him as his organ spasmed, sputtered, cascaded with jet of hot semen, leaving him feeling not just relaxed and quenched, but also dizzy.

Lilith reached down, rubbing her clitoris with her finger as soon as she felt Gabriel’s member swelling and vibrating within her. She pushed back against his frantic thrusts, cumming a half second before he found his relief. She felt him spray and spatter inside her, dousing her vagina with his seed. She flexed her muscular canal, trying to hold his warm semen within her, only to feel most of it roll down her legs as Gabriel withdrew from her, falling onto his back, his head at the footboard of their bed. She took a deep breath, feeling fulfilled and delighted to hear Gabriel’s gasps as he recovered. She’d missed making love to him until he or she just couldn’t move anymore, but they both knew he wasn’t done yet, just resting in preparation for more.

Lilith stretched and sighed, then laid down on her side next to Gabriel, draping her arm across his chest and kissing his lips lightly, expecting that he was still getting his breath, but his hand tangled in her blond hair, holding her there and deepening the kiss. His kiss was strong, but she could feel that his muscles still needed a rest. She sat up from him a bit, tracing the features of his face with her fingertip and smiled at him. “There is some of your stash of Absinthe left in the Étagère cabinet.” She knew it would restore him, it had always heightened everything for Gabriel, emotions, touch, sight, sound, taste and of course desire. They’d moved back to Paris in 1893, and during their seven-year stay there, Gabriel had been a ‘Green Hour’ regular in one of the little café’s not far from their chateau. Whenever Lilith couldn’t find him in the evening hours, she knew where to look, and there he would be, seated by himself, amongst the humans, all with glasses of opalescent green liquid in front of them, only too much Absinthe put the humans in a stupor, or worse; but for Gabriel, Absinthe did no more than increase both his relaxation, and his pleasure. Gabriel had nursed his Absinthe habit for years after that, collecting and hoarding what he could get his hands on after it became an illegal commodity in 1915.

Gabriel smiled broadly, finding a sudden burst of strength and sitting up. “Oh Lily, you have saved all the good stuff from our past!” He eagerly rose and walked to the Étagère, opening the cabinet and taking out the bottle of glowing green liqueur, a glass, some sugar cubes and a small sieved spoon. He hadn’t enjoyed Absinthe since Lilith had left him, it had reminded him too much of her, for it was the way the drink’s green color had reminded him of how lovely her eyes had once been that had attracted him to the liqueur. Besides, after she had gone, he’d returned to heaven, with nothing but memories of the time they had together. “Cold water, Lily, I need cold water!” He said, anxious to make this drink and not skip any of the steps. Gabriel loved his Absinthe, and he’d been a long time without it.

“In the pitcher,” Lilith smiled, wondering just what he’d been more excited about tonight, finding her again, or finding Absinthe again. Though she could not tolerate anything other than blood, she’d always loved to watch Gabriel preparing Absinthe for himself, and then watching him enjoy it, the bitterness of the liqueur settling nicely with the bitterness that had accrued in the Seraph ever since he’d been given the power to kill with just one single touch.

Gabriel poured about four fingers of Absinthe liqueur into the glass, more than twice the amount that could have killed a human. “Paris wasn’t a bad place to live, was it?” He smiled, placing one sugar cube in the sieved spoon, finding a pitcher of cold water sitting on the Étagère and pouring the water over the sugar cube until it dissolved into the liqueur. He leered as he watched the cube of sugar disappear. “Do you remember when I used to pour Absinthe over your belly and lick and suck it from the folds of your beautiful cunt as it rolled down in shimmering green drops?”

Lilith smiled, her body flashing with heat again at the memory. “And probably so would anyone else who saw us in the dark corner of that little café’.” She laughed wickedly. “And by the way, none of the places we lived were bad, but Paris will hold so many of the best memories, for I don’t think we danced quite as much anywhere else.”

Gabriel settled himself into the carved Rocaille chair from their late nineteenth century Parisian home, inhaling the scent of his drink deeply, and closing his eyes with a smile of satisfaction, tipping the glass to his lips and moaning as the bitter liqueur flooded his mouth, rolling down his throat and already sharpening his senses. The taste, the feeling and the memories it brought back were wonderful. “I don’t remember the dancing as much as I remember you, and me, in that bed.” He leered again, his desires perking up again.

Lilith laughed. “You should remember the dancing! If you weren’t such a wonderful dancer, I would have left you years sooner than I did!” She closed her eyes for a moment, thinking back to all the balls they’d attended, her, dressed in the latest silks, laces and satins, and Gabriel putting all the human men to shame in his formal attire, black coat, with tails, and top hat, high collared white silk shirt and silk scarf. She loved dancing with him, particularly the waltz; they moved so fluidly together, making others marvel at how well she and her ‘husband’ danced together, and how well she must have memorized his moves since she was blind. She’d spent all of her time in public with those stupid black glasses on.

However, whenever she danced with Gabriel, she wouldn’t have needed them, for one of the most profound pleasures in her life had been waltzing with Gabriel, closing her eyes, and letting the fantastic feeling of freedom and flight stir and spin her dizzy with bliss and desire to take him to bed. She sat up on the mattress still smiling at the memory, looking up at the glorious mahogany headboard and sighed. This truly was their bed, for a time, the very seat of their relationship, their passion. For a time. “I’ve only ever let you into this bed, you know, Gabriel,” she said, then looked over her shoulder at him, smiling, but with a wicked glint in her eye. “Which is more than I can say for you!”

“Lilith, we owned that bed together, and as I am not the one who kept all our possessions after our split, how could I have broken the chain?” Gabriel asked, taking another sip of Absinthe, feeling it burn in his chest, and loving every moment of it.

“You dragged Simon into our bed, and you know it.” Lilith quickly responded, turning towards him again, sounding half amused and then half offended, but also even a bit turned on. “England, May, 1873. I heard you upstairs talking to someone whom I assumed was your lieutenant, stopping by to make his usual report of things to you. As I climbed the stairs, the door to your study was open, and I did not see you, or Uziel. However, I did see you, and a tall good looking red haired gentleman disappear into our bedroom, and I then heard you say to him as the door shut ‘We both know you can make me a better offer than that,’!” She smiled at Gabriel; the kind of smile that made him know he must choose his next words carefully.

Gabriel took a long drink of his Absinthe, he’d need the strength it brought him, though he knew she was not looking for an all out fight, just an admission of his guilt. “That was not planned, Lily. And you don’t have to be jealous of Simon; I have known Simon longer than I have you, and I can tell you that his sweet nature becomes very hard for me to swallow. ” He said casually, for Gabriel hated apologies. “He’d given me an ultimatum, what would you have had me do? Give in to his demands and return to heaven, abandoning you and the life we had? Hmm?”

Lilith shook her head and sighed. “Oh Seraph, it’s not that you fucked him that angered me, I’ve known for a very long time that you are a slut.” She said, but had to pause when Gabriel burst out laughing, and she couldn’t help but laugh herself at the way her words had tickled him. “What I’ve always resented was that you brought him into this bed; our bed.”

She was right; he had violated the sanctity of their relationship in doing that. He took another long drink of Absinthe; he owed her an apology for doing that. “I wasn’t in my right mind, Lily. I’m sorry.”

Lilith rose to her feet, rolling her eyes, but happy that he’d apologized. “Oh you were in your ‘right mind’ when you took Simon into our room, I’m very sure.” She smirked at him, walking closer to where he sat in the chair. “But, thank you for saying that.” She leaned down and kissed him, enjoying the bitter taste on his lips.

“What? No grudge this time?” Gabriel smirked back, wondering if he should have said that afterwards.

Lilith smiled, standing straight again. “I’m going to go bathe, and if I come back in here and find you and Simon in our bed again, I will hold a grudge this time…a grudge like even you have never predicted.” She said with raised eyebrows, but never lost her smile.

“Point taken.” He answered, kissing her hand and looking incredibly innocent as she walked away towards the bathroom. He watched her, her hips swaying in a way that made his groin stir, and he downed the rest of his Absinthe quickly and stood up to follow her. He heard the sound of jets being turned on in a Jacuzzi, and the Absinthe flowing through his blood made him practically leap into the bathroom after Lilith. Absinthe was wonderful stuff, he was restored, and he wanted sex again; and sex, in a Jacuzzi, with Lilith, and a fresh supply of Absinthe in his veins, well, there wasn’t anything much better than that.

Lilith was lighting a tray of candles when Gabriel came into the room, she looked up, noticing his cock was already half erect. She smiled, for she’d hoped it wouldn’t be long. “So I see the Absinthe hasn’t lost its potency.”

“And neither have I, despite your best efforts.” Gabriel smiled back, as he put his arms around her and kissed her, pulling her pelvis hard against hers, his glans rubbing just below her navel. His erection grew to it’s full thick length, pointing slightly upwards again.

“Oh those were not my best efforts,” Lilith laughed, and stepped away from him towards the bubbling hot water in the tub, slowly stepping into it. “Come on, both you, and your friend, could use a good soak!”

“We could use a good something else you have, too!” Gabriel replied with eyes full of lechery as he joined her in the tub, the hot water and the stream of bubbles making him moan as they caressed his skin. He leaned back against the tub, eyes closing, letting the bath relax him for a few seconds, holding his hand out to Lilith who was across from him. “Come here, sit in my lap and tell me what you’ve missed most about me over the years.” He smirked, his eyes never opening.

Gabriel was so beautiful when his eyes were shut, so innocently beautiful, just like what any human would have thought of when they heard the word ‘angel’. But Lilith burst out laughing at the juxtaposition of such a pure and peaceful visage and the words and implication he’d voiced. She took his hand and moved closer to him as he opened his eyes to see why she had laughed, stretching his legs out in front of him as she straddled him, sitting on his thighs and feeling his hard organ laying against her stomach. “I have missed how beautiful you are, Seraph.” Lilith smiled, stroking her hands over the definition of his deltoids, on down to the wiry biceps that wrapped around his arms. He was perfect, maybe not bulging with huge muscles like Samson, but still perfect. Lilith lowered her head, kissing his chest softly.

“That’s not the answer I wanted, Lily.” Gabriel said with mocked exasperation. “You’re ruining everything.” He smiled.

Lilith laughed, raising her head from his chest and plunging her hands into the bubbling water, finding his hard cock and wrapping her hands around it, gently squeezing, making Gabriel moan and drop his head backwards against the tub. “No I’m not, you get one of the most beautiful hard-ons I’ve ever seen, too.” She smiled, stroking his shaft with one hand, and then the other, pulling up his shaft and off of his prick again and again, Gabriel moving with her hands and breathing heavily.

The Absinthe was working in his angelic body; he was ten times more sensitive to her touch now. She leaned down, kissing his exposed throat, flicking her tongue over his skin, moving down to his chest again, jerking him off as she kissed, licked and bit her way to his nipple, tapping the peak of it with her tongue. He felt so heady; Lilith’s touch was always like no one else’s, but now it was a divine pleasure that he’d have done anything to keep experiencing. His entire body jerked beneath her hands and mouth, but for awhile he couldn’t move, frozen with pleasure, at Lilith’s mercy.

One of her hands was firmly wrapped around the base of his cock, the other tracing fast circles all around his glans and corona with one finger, her thumb pressing hard and then soft again and again on his frenulum. His heart threatened to explode out of his chest, just as the force of an intense orgasm was building in the pit of his stomach, feeling as though it might shake him apart with it’s vigor. He felt so severely and recklessly in need of release, for a split second wondering if he really enjoyed the torture such as this that Absinthe always brought to him, but deep down, he knew he loved it. But the paralyzing need to cum was always so frustrating, yet so alluring all at once. His entire body was stiff; tingles, tickles and the prickly feeling of pins and needles all rushing through every nerve ending, driving straight for the head of his cock which he sometimes imagined was about to blow off.

The first time the Seraph’s body had stiffened and shook like this it had worried Lilith, who was sure something horrible had happened to him. But now, she’d grown accustomed to the effects of the Absinthe, and understood that Gabriel needed her body now more than ever. “Breathe through it, Gabriel,” she whispered, as she rose up onto her knees, taking his cock in her hand and lowering herself onto it, wincing with her own desire as his full nine inches filled her still stretching vagina. She began to move up and down on him, paying less attention to what felt pleasurable for her, just wanting to bring Gabriel through the Absinthe induced state and satisfy him like no one else ever had. “I’ll make you cum,” she whispered to him softly, moving a bit faster, squeezing his vibrating cock with her muscular rings, kissing his neck and chest and shoulders, pinching his nipples again and again.

Gabriel’s mind formed the words “please, Lily, please”, but there wasn’t enough air in his winded lungs to speak them. All of his energy was now centered in his erection, which seemed to be expanding to twice its size, along with his testicles too. His muscles ached from the stiffness as his back arched, feeling the prickle of his nearing climax not just up and down his shaft, but also up and down his spine. He was able to move his arms now, and his hands flew to Lilith’s hips, holding her and grinding her body to his with nearly crushing strength as his cock exploded like a cannon heaving forth a volley.

Lilith felt his blast of semen inside her, hotter and more forceful than before and it sent a pleasant shiver up her spine. All her attentions had been on Gabriel, she hadn’t cum yet, and would have to wait, as Gabriel’s erection quickly deflated and his entire body went limp, his penis sliding out of her as he gradually regained the ability to move. She was not disappointed, for there was much of the night left, not to mention more Absinthe. She softly kissed his mouth, stroking his angular cheekbones as his eyes opened again. “So was it as good as you remember?” She smiled as he lifted his head.

“Almost better than you, are darling.” He leered back at her, waiting a few more seconds for his strength to return, then wrapped his arms around her and kissed her, feeling her vulva and clitoris rub against his abdomen in her effort to be closer to him. “I owe you, don’t I?” He asked, drawing his legs up a bit to support Lilith’s back as his hand went beneath the surface of the warm water, tracing her outer labia.

Lilith shuddered. “Yes,” she moaned, her hand joining his, taking his index finger and inserting it into her vagina quickly. “You owe me, Gabriel!” She smiled.

Gabriel kissed her, pressing up with the finger she’d placed inside her, pushing her slightly back against his thighs. “Put your legs over my shoulders, let’s do this some flare, Lily.” He smiled, wanting to give her an equally intense climax as the one he’d just suffered through.

Lilith’s eyes closed, but she wrinkled her face in minor protest. “Don’t torture me with it, Gabriel, just get me off.” She begged, but raised her legs, her heels on his shoulders as she leaned back against his legs, too strung along by the sensations his hand provoked to resist.

Gabriel laughed wickedly, pressing her clitoris with his thumb as his finger churned inside her. “Why should I gently build you up and lovingly let you back down when dragging you up the ladder and then dropping you like a brick is so much more enjoyable…for me?”

Another of his fingers slid inside her, Lilith jolted and groaned, her back arching as his fingers rubbed both her upper and lower walls simultaneously, his thumb massaging her clitoris all the while. Her G spot swelled, already agitated by having his big billowing cock inside her moments before. Her heart rate and her breathing sped up, the tension built in her body. “Just don’t let me dangle on this string too long!” She begged him; her head falling back against his knees and letting his finger manipulate her body.

Gabriel reached up, stroking her breasts with his other hand, leaning forward to kiss each nipple. “Don’t worry, Lily, I’ll get you there.” He whispered, plunging his fingers even faster as he sucked one of her nipples into his mouth, biting and sucking it, loving how she writhed and twisted against him. His cock jerked, showing signs of life again as her body shoved itself against it. Gradually, it grew to its full hard and hungry length, poking against her anus. A quiver of desire rolled through Gabriel, and he extended his little finger, prying into the tight hole his cock begged entrance into. “Relax, Lily.” He whispered. “Let me fuck your ass, relax.”

She’d tried to, but jumped again as soon as the tip of his finger entered her body, half in surprise and half in crazed anticipation. She tried not to wiggle and sway so much as his finger pushed into her, pulling out again, then pushed back in. Deep sensations erupted inside her; her body shook. She moaned his name, so many of her pleasure centers being ministered to at once, for his fingers within her vagina still churned, and he still pressed her clit with his thumb. She wanted to be filled in her tightest place with his cock; she couldn’t help trembling just a little. “I’m ready,” she said breathlessly.

The water made them both almost weightless, and Gabriel easily lifted her up by her buttocks, and lowered her back down again, feeding his hard length passed the squeeze of her sphincter, letting her body adjust bit by bit to his invasion. He stroked her clitoris more and more, wanting to keep all her pelvic muscles receptive and ready so he could get inside her quickly, but without hurting her. Slowly, Lilith’s body accepted him, hugging his long cock firmly as she shivered with the delight of being so filled. “Fuck me,” she whispered, breathless and helpless.

Gabriel growled with the pleasure her body and her request brought him, bouncing her up and down in his lap, his cock not moving too much in and out of her, but producing enough sensation to make both of them cry out together. She felt like a tight soft seal of velvet, squeezing his hard and anchored flesh, gently tugging it as her body bounced. He plunged his fingers harder into her other hole, pressing firmly on her G spot, his thumb battering her stiff swelling clitoris as he leaned forward again, taking her nipple into his mouth once more, biting and sucking again with wild abandon, hoping to overload her body with as much pleasure as he could.

Lilith felt her body want to shatter as the first wave of climax hit her, but she was to over sensitized to cum. She screamed Gabriel’s name, struggling against him, her nails piercing the skin on his back as his head bent forward to her breasts, but she was able to keep herself from tearing and slashing. She pumped herself frantically on his big cock, trying to force more of his fingers inside of her, riding him wildly, pushing back on his thighs with her hands for support. Water splashed out of the Jacuzzi as she thrashed about, Gabriel bit her nipple hard, pinching her opposite one like she had done to him. Her legs trembled against his chest, her arms shook, her jaw clenched. Her pelvis seemed to heave a big breath, then explode with an inundation of muscular contractions, crushing his cock and fingers inside her with slow and powerful convulsions that gradually subsided just as Gabriel felt his own small fire kindle within him, and he also came, but with only a fraction of the intensity as before, barely spraying any ejaculate at all inside her.

They slumped together, breathing hard, unable to speak for several moments as Gabriel pulled himself from her body, his erection again spent, but his strength not used up. Lilith’s legs slipped limply from his shoulders into the water as she laid her head on his chest, his arms closing around her and holding her there, kissing her forehead tenderly, thinking how now would have been the perfect time to tell her he loved her, but he’d promised her he’d wait until she asked for answers, and she had promised to ask.

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