“What of the kids?” We’d herded them right into a small cabin to get them out from underfoot. I held the 2 infants because the others had been barely sufficiently old to thoughts themselves.

“Dosed into slumber and secured,” mentioned Keeko, his arms shifting on his console. “Core temperature of Hell rising. Explosion imminent.”

Ominous announcement. I did my greatest to not squeeze the infants I held. As if sensing my trepidation, Metatron snared one from me and cradled it. Rattling him for making my dusty ovaries ache.

The ultimate explosion that splintered Hell spewed magma however not quick sufficient to reduce the constructing strain. The shockwave of the blast hit us. The impression propelled us, flotsam tossed in a wild wave, the drive of it pressed in opposition to me. I closed my eyes, realizing we spun uncontrolled and never needing to see it. The infant I held whimpered, however I may do little to consolation. It was all I may do to carry myself collectively.

By the point the rolling sensation stopped, I used to be able to barf. I held it in. The infant in my arms didn’t.

And in the long run, I joined little Shira. Fortunately, this wasn’t the primary time Tron handled my puke. He led me to the very small cleaning space, the place the squirming bundle and I had the illness eliminated, together with a foul-smelling backside—the newborn’s not mine. I then handed my cleaned child off to the many-armed pilot, who already held the opposite, earlier than throwing myself in Tron’s arms for a much-needed hug.

A hug that I by no means wished to finish. Solely he set me apart to say, “Let’s have a tendency that harm.”

I grimaced as he cleaned the chunk mark, which, whereas painful, wasn’t life-threatening. I thought-about it a badge of honor. In spite of everything, I’d confronted the satan and lived to inform the story by setting free his mortal enemy.

Of extra concern for the time being than the satan? Coping with the eleven kids we’d saved and crammed into this small ship. In accordance with Tron, the voyage again to Earth could be a number of days. I wasn’t positive I may play nanny for just a few hours, not to mention days.

It turned out to not be as unhealthy as anticipated. Tron helped, as did our pilot, the pair of them more proficient than anticipated with small individuals who eyed you with big turquoise or purple eyes. Needed to admit, by the point we met up with Zilla, I used to be sort of hooked up to a few them. However I additionally gladly handed over their care to the cantorii, who wished to know each element.

By the point we’d briefed her, the choir, the US authorities, the Templars, and each different bloody company desirous to know what the fuck occurred in area, I used to be able to collapse.

A mild Tron tucked me into mattress, and I slept lengthy and deep, waking refreshed. I stretched and eyed the horny angel doing his model of yoga, shirtless and in solely a pair of cushty briefs.

Speak about yummy. It roused my need. In spite of everything, it had been some time since we’d been intimate, the tiny spaceship not providing the time or privateness for us to be shut.

He caught me watching him, and his physique stilled. “Good morning.” He’d adopted my very Earth expression.

“It is going to be.” I lay again on the mattress and crooked a finger.

A nook of his mouth lifted. “Don’t you need to eat first?”

“I need you.” I wished to really feel that closeness after we had intercourse. That connection that went past the flesh and wrapped round my soul.

He wanted no additional urging, becoming a member of me on the mattress, kneeling between my legs and dipping his head for a kiss. His wings prolonged to present him stability. I dragged him all the way down to me, my mouth mashed in opposition to his, my hips grinding. Screw being gradual and sensual.

I wanted. He divested me of the sleep shorts and shirt I wore. My arms tore his briefs, and I grabbed him tightly and stroked.

He sucked in a breath and growled. “Cease or I gained’t final lengthy.”

Apparently, I wasn’t the one one feeling the urgency. I guided him to my pussy, already slick with need. The top of him parted my nether lips, and I sighed into his mouth as he penetrated, pushing into me and stretching my channel. My arms grabbed his shoulders, and my fingers dug in as he thrust into me, sturdy and virile. Not simply an angel however a person who beloved me sufficient that he entered the bowels of literal Hell to avoid wasting me.

And now, not solely had we saved the world from being ravaged, we’d each survived and will have our fortunately ever after.

The orgasm hit, and I cried out as I arched, my physique inflexible as pleasure took me. His personal physique went nonetheless as his cock spilled, pulsing hotly. We collapsed along with racing hearts and joyful souls.

After which we set to work as a result of, apparently, everybody wished to be debriefed once more. We completed early sufficient for just a few hours of leisure, AKA intercourse and meals. Had an superior night time’s sleep, adopted by morning nookie. My new life. It was fucking superior.

I ought to have identified our reprieve could be short-lived.

Chapter 19

Zilla made the announcement as they ate breakfast. “Heaven is on a collision course with Earth.”

Metatron wasn’t the one one to choke on his espresso.

The dire information may imply just one factor. “Devil escaped.” And now plotted revenge.

“Tough bastard. He should have been on a kind of ships we noticed fleeing,” Francesca grumbled.

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