The Baptism

 

The thunder roared and lit up the ethereal sky with malice, flashing its lightning with harmful intent, but the eyes of the angel, cold and ancient, remained passive and undaunted. A little motion in the distance of the vast corridor drew his attention, but he was unsure of its source. The halls lay empty and majestic in black marble and lit faintly in blue like the moon on a werewolf night, their arches silently foreboding as the flashes played off their sheen. The floor mirrored the leviathan physique of the angel as he rose

to his feet, towering in splendor and he spread his black wings like a rapid birth of pure night and the sound of his sharply edged feathers echoed like the screams of a hundred cherubs.



Gabriel fixed his eye on the moving shape ahead and moved intently towards it. His mouth agape, he hardly drew breath as his giant frame waltzed side to side, his footsteps inaudible and light.

The pillars stood watching the impending meeting of the two shapes below – one enormous, the other minuscule. He came toward the praying woman and she filled his mind with puzzlement and intrigue, but he was protective, as was his nature, rather than attracted. Gabriel had always found both men and women beautiful. After all, they were the Father’s most beloved and he was happy to serve them.



She knelt there on the empty floor, center, her snake-like hair so long that it covered her body entirely and rested on the tiles beneath her. Her head was bowed in prayer and she whispered a million hymns in quiet worship, her face hidden and her hands folded in piety.



The huge angel lurched over her like a shadow and then came his voice, softer than a flake of snow and equally gentle.

“Whence came you, my child? Are you in peril? I shall protect you and help you find your way.”

He reached his big hands down to her, their perfection evident, although sporting little scars from battles past and he traced his long fingers over her hair in affectionate care.

Her prayers ceased. She looked up and found the most beautiful face she had ever seen staring back at her with serene expression, but void of emotion altogether.



He was taken with the dark of her eyes, alive with an old fire that raged behind them. Her lips were still slowly speaking in awe as she looked into the ice blue stare of the

muscular seraph that stood before her. His armor was intimidating, in black wrappings the steel lay, engraved and scarred, fitting him perfectly in every contour of his body.

 

His wings, folded now behind him, dressed him like an angelic monarch and she felt her belly ache sweetly for his beauty. On the inside of his left wrist she noticed a marking. Her hands both clasped around his forearm, hardly belting its girth and it made him jump slightly, the warm touch of a mortal, but he allowed it. It was a welcome

sensation, and it held no threat. She brought it to her face and pointed to the marking.



“Angelic script, my lord?” she asked innocently, glancing at him, awaiting his approval for her wisdom.

“Yes, child, it bears my name,” he replied, still expressionless.

Her face asked and he understood. The thunder bellowed outside, opposing his clear quiet voice that seemed to simmer through its loudness.

“It says ‘Gabriel’”, he reported.

“Gabriel,” she sighed, a whimper of awe, revelation and something he was not familiar with, an emotion he could not determine. Her thumb caressed his marking and Gabriel felt his hair raise, but not in defense. It was pleasant.

“Are you unsure of my presence here?” she asked suddenly. “You seem to be uncertain, your grace.”

“I am completely at ease, my dear. You hold no threat to me. I am merely contemplating what I feel in your presence. I fear you challenge my ability to be unlike a mortal man.”

“Would you prefer to be challenged, nonetheless?” she rose to her feet in the strobe light of nature, revealing her bare flesh beneath her hair and Gabriel saw that she was naked. Her skin was marble and her breasts substantial for her frame, peaked by small hard nipples. Her arousal was obvious. The velvet of her skin was in places interrupted by stretch marks, tiny flaws that made her mortal and Gabriel’s eyes widened at the beauty of her, his nature battling the emotions she evoked in him.



She brought his hand to her face, locked her eyes in his and she whispered in the howling wind.

“Show me heaven…..Angel.”



The thunder roared at once, almost startling the Vengeful One and the woman gently kissed his palm before she let go of his arm. The gale blew her hair back and revealed her nudity openly. Gabriel’s lower abdomen felt taut under a strain that was increasingly pleasurable. His body became warm with emotion and below his belt, he felt his manhood grow hard, throbbing softly with every breath he hastened now.

She rendered no seduction and yet her eyes beckoned him. It was his own free will, not her influence that drew him closer to her. His massive chest heaved in front of her brow and she pouted her lips to kiss, but Gabriel’s powerful hand caught her chin gently.

“No,” he protested.

His wings stretched outward in defense and she recoiled….and he felt pity and love for the beauteous creature who had shown him only respect in her defiance. She turned slowly to leave, eyes to his steelswept boots, any warrior’s envy. Something in Gabriel prompted him and he caught her arm with immense force, yet softly.

He did not know why he stopped her, but his eyes fell to her cream complexion underneath long serpents of dark brown hair, the contrast beautifully startling. Her vulnerable body swayed him and he pulled her against him...and they stood like this for a small eternity, embraced by angry wind and dark night.



Gabriel felt his entire body fever up as he dropped his face to the top of her head and kissed it gently. All of these things too, unbound by orders. Her hands found his thighs behind her back. She reluctantly caressed the massive angel that was power embodied and he welcomed the gesture. She dared not reach to where her curiosity lay, but her fingertips danced up his hard thighs, inside and close to where he was now

aching with escalating pleasure. Gabriel pinched his eyes shut and tried to control his rapid breathing.



His lower abdomen throbbed softly with waves of hot rush and his chest was now taut with crawling flesh. He slipped his hands onto her waist and felt that her skin reacted to his touch. The woman lifted her arms above her head to touch his face and sighed, inviting him to find her breasts. He obliged. His enormous hands traced up to cup her breasts and the action evoked a cry from her as she pushed her naked buttocks against him. Gabriel whimpered behind her and his body shivered with anticipation.

She took his hands and kneaded her breasts with them, grinding her ass against his burning body as his fingers found the hard sensual buttons that peaked her bosoms.



She threw her head back in ecstasy, her mouth open in empty prayer, her tongue rimming her wet lips in hot breath and rhythm. Her reluctant sexuality drove him crazy and he felt inside him a strange animal instinct take hold. He pulled her hard against him and locked his lips over hers and entered her mouth with his tongue, tasting her sweetness and enjoying her voluptuous softness against his erection.

Gabriel’s colossal wings whipped and strained, the lethal edges of the black feathers glistening in the lightning’s white, like a God-blade.





 

 

Suddenly, like a cocoon rapidly birthing a butterfly, Gabriel’s armor and clothing fell to the ground, peeled from his flesh effortlessly and left him stripped in his angelic glory, skin shimmering over perfection, his markings revealed, his unmatched physique, winged and panting and ready as he passionately kissed the woman against him. His hands felt their way down her muscled back and clasped her full buttocks in his hands, groping her gently under his throbbing manhood that pushed hot against her

lower back.



Gabriel kissed her deeply, his skin crawling with desire and his massive chest burning with ethereal love.

He unwillingly pulled his mouth from hers and gripped her hips in his hands, turning her to face him before he lifted her effortlessly. The black wings of the Angel of Vengeance folded around the both of them, safely shielding their moist bodies from the peril of the weather.



She could not see him now. His wings had brought darkness impenetrable, but now she could smell him so strongly. He smelled like a million beautiful things all at once. She felt his massive, hard chest against her face, his heart like thunder inside and the scent of Lavender intoxicating her entire body. His breath smelled like Jasmine and Roses. He placed her legs on his hips and her hands found the V-line of muscle that led down to his crotch. He wrapped her thighs around him and she gladly tightened her grip,

clasping her legs around his waist. His fingers caressed her face in the dark, finding her eyes and then her lips. His hand smelled like sweet red wine and freshly baked olive bread as he sank his index finger carefully in between her lips to suckle on and she happily obliged. Her nipples were hard against him and he put his other hand under her buttocks to lift her just slightly, spreading her inner thighs to feel her warmth, wet and inviting above the head of his rock hard member.



The angel uttered a moan and his lover echoed with hers, unseen and blind to the vision of one another.

She sucked hard on his finger, playing over it with her tongue and losing herself in the childlike sensuality of the act. She breathed him in like he was her last breath and in the midst of her delirium, she felt Gabriel enter her.



Slowly his heat penetrated her, splitting her gently, as deeper and deeper again he slid into her beckoning passage, his shaft forcing itself into her, its impressive size impaling her with pleasure and heat that settled deep below her navel and touched her womb.



Gabriel screamed, his eyes pinched hard in uncontrollable delight as the woman’s tight vagina constricted around his manhood, soft and warm and soaking for him while she suckled on his fingertips under her whispers, incomprehensible. He did not know any sensation this close to heaven and the craving for her made him mad with an emotion somewhere between bedeviled lust and eternal love. The warmth in him was not only physical. He felt a powerful love like he never knew wash over his heart, while he buried himself deep inside her soft beauty. She moved her hips to teach him and Gabriel learned eagerly. His hands both held her legs as he quite easily moved her body to accommodate his rhythm.



Inside the shelter of his wings, they made love in the dark, breathing each other and sharing their heaven, locked into one another like a perfect puzzle of pleasure and passion.

The giant angel now walked slowly with her, pushing her deep onto him and delighting in her responses. He smiled at her eyes rolling back and her screaming his name when he thrusted particularly hard into her, prompting her breasts to shake under the force of the cadence. Pools of tranquil ice lay in his eyelids as he beheld the mortal woman’s ecstasy, for the dark could not blind him, unlike it did her. His powerful arms rippled under his skin each time he moved her seemingly weightless body, pounding her hard, her fluids warming his manhood and his abdomen alike each time her wet flesh met his.

Gabriel kissed his Mortal again, now violently darting his tongue into her mouth and reveling in her eager responses. She locked her lips around his tongue suggestively and bellowed at the size of his girth below that split her every time he hammered his strong hips against the inside of her thighs, jerking her entire body with its force.



His wings opened wide at once, revealing him fully to her and his godlike stature made her shiver in awe and fear. He knew this. He stopped for a second, his eyes gentle and the grazing touch of his cheek soft against her face.

He shook his head slowly from side to side and whispered :

”No, do not fear me. I will not harm you. Ever.”



She relaxed in humble obedience before his might and he could discern a slight smile on her pouty mouth, still wet with her saliva.

“You are beautiful, Gabriel,” she whispered. “You ARE heaven.”

He slipped his right wing under her and laid her on it - a bed of black feathers - and he kissed her eyes.



She writhed beneath him, her arms outstretched to him and he came to her. She lifted her feet to his shoulders and ignored his puzzled expression. Her legs rested against his shoulders as she pulled him onto her, plunging him deeper than ever into her and watched his beautiful face twist in sexual thrall.

She did not show her pain, the giant angel’s shaft skewering her like a battle weapon. This was an event she would never bemoan. He was simply enormous, beautiful and terrible in power. He was the perfect lover, the perfect man, the perfect Being. The engravings in his skin shifted with his quickening pace and it made her wild. She watched his hips fall hard against her buttocks, harder each time as his climax built inside him.



Her clitoris rubbed against his hardness and sent shivers all over her each time he entered deeper. She felt her muscles convulse and squeeze around his cock as she came hotly all inside, drenching him in her fluid. The angel bit his lip at the wonderful feeling of her flesh and heat inside suckling violently on his manhood as she came and he slammed his hands down next to her shoulders, his triceps flexing to their full as his buttocks clenched in orgasm.

Gabriel threw back his head and screamed like a titan to the heavens above as waves of hot pleasure engulfed his body, ejaculating forcefully and tightening his scrotum. The ecstasy was otherworldly, like even an angel could not know. He looked at her and realized that humans held secrets of love his race would never be a part of and it saddened him. It made him yearn.



The beauty beneath him held him close, his elbows supporting his weight. She whispered in his ear with sweet breath.

“ I love you, Angel.”

He looked into her eyes for a long silent moment.

“ Every time you tell me that, it’s like a Sacrament to me.”

“I love you,” she repeated softly and he gifted her a smile that filled her with love as the reach of the very Universe.

She pulled a feather from his wing and the pain was intense. Gabriel frowned. Her voice came as a man's...

“Lost your guard there for a second?” she said in his brother Michael’s voice.

He was unnerved.

Gabriel awoke with a start as his brother tugged at his wing.

“If I had not known better I’d thought you were dreaming, Brother,” he laughed.

Angels never dream.

How could this be?

Gabriel rose to his feet and took up his mace for the impending battle ahead, still puzzled, still in rapture of the beauty and her own heaven she held. He shook it out of his head and walked on.



From afar on the ledge of the temple, Lucifer smiled.

 

THE END