Taboo

Keywords: Bk., 1, Adventures, Ch., 09, Ashleigh's,

Kissing slowly Samael traced a tantalizing trail down Bida's graceful neck to the curve of her shoulder before dropping butterfly light kisses between the valley of her chest and onto the pert creaminess of her bosom. His long fingers gently probed her nether petals brushing her most sensitive part in an artful carelessness, while his other hand roughly pulled and rolled her turgid pink flesh between his fingers. Gasping Bida snaked her hand down to cradle his head and tangled her fingers in his inky tresses, gently she tried to guide his warm mouth to the other aching pebble desperate for some relief from the throbbing he had awaken in her.

Samael disentangled Bida's delicate hand from his mane of jet and grabbed her wrist. Growling through clenched teeth, he stood and captured both wrists in one hand, "I thought I told you to keep your hands above your head."

Bida's eyes widen as Samael's eyes darkened to an unreadable storm of lust. In one swift movement Bida found herself staring up at Samael's darkly golden face framed by a cascade of raven hair and a flash of iridescent wings. A barely audible whimper escaped Bida as she gaze at this image of masculine beauty above her.

"I will have to teach you a lesson, insolent wench", Samael said with a mischievous smirk. His hand locked tight on Bida's small wrists as his kisses fell like raindrops, light and quick, over every inch of her body except where she longed for them the most. Wiggling under him, Bida tried desperately to get her body under his soft kisses. Crying out in frustration Bida writhed under his expert touch. Then as suddenly as he has started he ceased to touch her, except her wrist, which he held in a vise-like grip. Bida whipped her head around searching for her angelic assailant. Arching her back off the rough wooden floor she finally caught sight of Samael.

"You know, Bida, darling you do look so seductive and vulnerable," Samael purred in rumbling tones as he finger a long stiff feather, " You give me the most wicked ideas." Bida's eyes widened as she saw the wolfish look in Samael's dark eyes and lolling smile.

"Stay just like that," Samael whispered as he plucked the stiff dark feather he was fingering from his wing and moved around her to kneel in front of her. His hand was still tight on her wrist as he lightly ran the tip of the shining black feather over the graceful arc of Bida's stomach. Samael traced delicate designs over Bida's smooth creamy skin carefully avoiding the places she most wanted his touch. She felt warm breath wash over her lightly furred mound and she could feel her flower start to blossom and bloom in anticipation. Samael lightly tickled the inside of one soft thigh with the soft feather as he gently kissed the other. Bida's body shook as she moaned at the touch of his firm lips. A smile played on Samael's strong mouth as he leaned to breathe in her sweet perfume. Slowly he moved his hand from her wrists to the small of her back and held her firmly in place as he showered kisses on her sensitive inner thigh. So lightly she scarcely could feel it, Samael ran his stiff feather over her blooming flower. Bida's breath was coming in shaky gasps as the sensations flooded her senses. He dropped the feather, letting it float to the floor between her splayed knees. As he lowered his mouth to the wispy red hair that topped her petals, he let his hand drifted up her thighs over her stomach to rest lightly on her flushed chest. Slowly he traced circles around her sensitive pebble, as his tongue gently lapped at her nectar.

Bida cried out as the pleasure jolted through her like lightning and a delicate flush lightly colored her pale skin. Shakily she gasped for air as Samael started his true attack on her sensitive center. Slowly with steadily increasing pressure, his deft tongue parted her petals searching for the source of her intoxicating nectar. As he slipped her bud between his firm lips and swirled his tongue over it, he breathed deeply her heady perfume and it enflamed his lust even further. With renewed vigor he explored her flower, separating her petals and probing gently at her flowing nectar with one slender finger his other hand teased her ever-hardening pebble. Softly he twisted and tugged on her turgid pink pebble eliciting soft moans and whimpers while his tongue swirled over her center. He could feel Bida's flanks quivering against his cheeks, which only drove him to higher passions. As he lashed his tongue across her sensitive bud, he cruelly squeezed her rose pebble between his fingers. Bida's vision blurred and her throat went hoarse from calling his name and the wave of pleasure crested and left Bida stranded in a dark ocean of bliss.

Samael kissed her soft inner thighs and the top of her wispy mound before slowly making a trail of wet kisses up her stomach. He gathered her in his arms, kissing her closed eyes, flushed cheeks, and moist parted lips. Softly he deepened his kiss until she began to respond. Fiercely, Bida nipped and sucked at his tongue drawing him into a deeper, more passionate kiss. In a wild flurry her hands ran over all of his skin she could touch and tangled in his flowing mane. Breaking the kiss but for a moment, Bida roughly pushed Samael's chest forcing him back on his elbows. Ignoring the sounds of things being knocked down by his magnificent wings, Bida seized his mouth again as she sat on his stomach. Ruthlessly Bida tugged on Samael's wild cascade of curls, nipping his lips often with her tiny pearls of teeth drawing blood and savoring the taste of it. Straddling Samael's firm stomach, Bida teased the dark pebbles of his chest eliciting low moans from Samael's throat. Breaking their kiss, Bida nibbled and kissed Samael's strong shoulders, loving the way the light created the shadows in the valleys of the muscles, and stroking the great soft wings at their base. Sliding down Samael's stomach, Bida kissed from his shoulder to his firm chest and wrapped her legs around his narrow waist. Samael suddenly seized her by her mane of ruby hair pulling her head back as he attacked her mouth. With her head back and her throat exposed, Samael couldn't resist sinking his teeth into her tender flesh and bit her hard. He brought his warm mouth down to her rose pebble and flicked it roughly with his tongue while holding between it between his pearly teeth. Bida cried out his name and growled low in her throat as the sensation wracked her body. Samael released her wild crimson mane, suckling hard on her turgid bud, while one hand squeezed and kneaded her firm pale half moon. His other hand parted her moist petals as one finger slid back and forth probing her sensitive flower. Bida threw her head side to side as she moaned and shuddered. Samael's hands moved faster the more she moaned until both of them had reached a wild frenzied pace. Screaming hoarsely his name while her fingernail bit his smooth strong back leaving welted red half moon cuts, Bida collapsed against Samael's broad chest shuddering and gasping for breath.

Samael tilted her head up and back and claimed her swollen mouth in a tender kiss. Bida's luminous eyes stared at him through half closed lids as she let her hand drift down his chest and rest on his waist.

Shyly she caressed his hip and kissed his shoulder. As Bida slid down Samael's stomach towards his outstretched legs she felt his aching dew-tipped manhood brush the back of her thigh. Her fingers sought his nest of dark curls and the prize it held. Softly Bida rained a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach as she slid lower still. With her hands on either side of his hips, Bida nuzzled the thicket of mahogany curls, breathing in Samael's warm masculine slightly spicy scent, before she softly kissed either side of his dark bush. Samael shuddered at her light tentative touch and a low moan escaped his lips. So softly he scarcely could feel it Bida wrapped one tiny hand around his manhood, her fingers unable to touch her palm. She giggled softly as she held it feeling the heat and throbbing weight of it. Slowly she lowered her soft mouth to engulf the heated crown.

Her mouth felt like it was on fire. Everything felt like it was on fire the heat was searing her skin, charring her hair. She opened her eyes and stared into the wall of flames in front of her. Vaguely she could see shapes of the villagers through the fire, she could barely hear the whispers of the taunts they threw at her over the roaring din of fire and blood pounding in her ears. Panic seized her as she felt sweat sting the cuts over her body and the blood flowed freely. Surely one could not endure such wounds as the ones that had been inflicted on her in the name of God. Surely God didn't exist and allow such horrors to be perpetrated in his name. Wasn't He the God that abhorred blood offerings? Wasn't He the God whose only son taught a ministry based on love and kindness? But wasn't He also the God that condemned his only child to be tortured and to die as a common criminal on a cross, a slow and lingering death? Better not to think of God as she had already forsaken him for her love, her only love, and her heart. But wouldn't God understand and forgive her crime? Didn't God know in her heart, mind and soul Samael was her husband her mate? Did it really matter that he was an outcast of heaven? Questions swirled in her mind as the smoke swirled in her face. Pain tore through her thoughts shredding every fragile thread she was clinging to. "Samael" she tried to scream, but the soot and ash burned her tender throat robbing her of her voice. Tears streamed down her cheeks, turning to burning steam leaving red streaks down her already seared cheeks. The flames kissed her face and devoured the edge of her skirt as she lost her consciousness in her memories.

Samael tugged playfully at one tendril of her hair breaking her out of her silent reverie. "Bida, come on, we are going to be late!"

"Samael," Bida's voice wavered," I can't do this.

Keywords: Bk., 1, Adventures, Ch., 09, Ashleigh's,