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.the sons of God saw the daughters of men	By : keithcompany Category: A through F > Bible Views: 3674 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Gluttony
- 2-Patience
- 3-Avarice
- 4-Humility
- 5-Wrath
- 6-Diligence
- 7-Pride
- 6
- 7
With a final sweep of silk, the dancer was naked. Azael watched closely as she smiled, writhed, and draped the veil over his horns. By the time he had snatched it down, she was running down the table and out of the room.
“Dance of the three veils,” the old guy on his left muttered. “In my day, it was two veils and that was more than enough. Progress,” he snorted.
“In my day,” the older guy on his right said, “there were no veils. Silly shit isn’t needed. If she’s all there, it’s all you need to see.”
Both of them grunted and finished their beers. Azael waved to the bucket woman for another round. The room around them was pleasant chaos. Long tables ran from a stage where women posed and smiled.
For reasons the angel couldn’t quite figure out, they would sometimes walk along the tables and dance. He kept his two new friends supplied with beer while he tried to understand the system.
When their mugs were topped off, the two raised their mugs to Azael in thanks. He returned the salute and they drank.
Behind the stage, a dark form lurked in the loft. The angel lifted his mug to his host in a second salute. A glint of firelight reflected off of the horn as the unicorn nodded in acknowledgement. Amduscias’ wives sat around him playing flute and drum for the dancers below.
The leftmost of the old men stood, mumbling about using the ditch outside. He nodded up to the angel and stepped around him. Azael sat on the ground by the table with his head as high off the floor as a standing man. He tucked his tail out of the way as his drinking buddy circled and exited.
The remaining one tapped the table in front of him. “Put some of that money here, big fella. See what happens next.”
Azael shrugged and fished some coins out of his chest. He spread them out across the surface. His friend shook his head and stacked them as close to the center as possible. Glancing from the stack to the women on stage, he gestured for more.
Azael added them directly to the stack. One of the women on stage started walking towards them. Her movements were exaggerated. That, or she had three or four extra joints between her pelvis and thighs, he though.
“Is she going to dance for the money?” he asked softly.
“Sort of,” the answer came. “Thing is, all the coins she can pick up, she can keep.”
“That seems easy,” Azael judged.
“She doesn’t use her hands,” he replied, wheezing the sound that had been laughter years before.
The dancer finally reached their spot, standing before the stack and smiling at the men. “Who’s the big spender?” she asked. Azael nodded when his friend pointed his way.
“Well, then you’re going to have to help me,” she said. She placed her feet to either side of the money and grabbed the angel’s horns. He bent forward to stay in her grasp as she lowered herself down.
To his surprise, she sat directly down on the money, taking the stack inside of herself. “Oohh,” she moaned, working her way down, coin by coin.
She pulled on the horns, dragging his head down towards her feet. Azael was trying to decide if she was using him for balance or aiming his attention to her pussy. He decided that both goals were worth supporting.
She rose and fell, money glinting in the torchlight with increasing amounts of fluid covering it. Her pussy lips stretched and slid. She finally made it all the way to the table and the bottom of the stack disappeared.
The dancer writhed and ground herself against the surface, moving herself in small circles. Grunts and hisses issued from her clenched teeth, and from the men watching her.
When she stood, there was only a wet spot on the table, no money left behind. The audience cheered and beat the table with their fists. She stood up to tip-toe, taking Azael’s gaze up with her.
“That was amazing,” he said softly. She winked, turned and walked back down the table. The angel was disappointed that her retreat didn’t seem to be quite the same walk as her approach. Her butt cheeks were mostly even with each other the whole time. He knew, he was watching closely. Others howled as she went by.
Azael wondered how many of those cheers would be apparent to Mammon when the money made its way back to him.
A touch at his shoulder brought his attention back to the pub. A woman stood there, smiling up at him.
“Got any more of those?” she asked. Azael stared at her for a second until she pointed at the wet spot.
“Oh, money! Yes, I have some. Can you do that trick?” he asked excitedly.
“Oh, I can do tricks,” she assured him. He stood and followed her out of the drinking room. Behind him, the ditch-user asked “What did I miss?”
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Her name was Sezzell, he learned. She took him down a dark hallway with many doors along the side. He stooped under the ceiling and followed as best he could. She paused at one doorway with her hand on the rope, looking up at him.
“You’re probably too big for the bed,” she muttered. They continued down the hall and out the back. The barn across the courtyard was largely empty. Amduscias kept no stock and there were few travelers on the road just now.
Sezzell led him to a large stall and waved him in. He paused to grab some handfuls of fresh straw to spread around. She nodded and followed him in.
“Lay down,” she said. He obliged. She lifted his cock up and straddled his thighs. “Oh, my,” she giggled. “This is as big as me!”
“Hardly,” he pointed out. From the base between her knees, it rose only as far as the shoulder she draped it across, nowhere near her entire length. Then there was the volume difference, as it was only as big around as her forearm. “I estimate the difference in size to be…”
Sezzell grabbed his cock at the base with both hands, running the circle of fingers up to his tip and down again. He shut up.
She repeated the action and he felt something stirring in him. The cock was getting firm, something he’d never experienced. It lifted itself off of her shoulder, stroking her cheek and then standing up straight. She kept working at it, showing no alarm. Azael guessed this was what was supposed to happen.
“There’s a lot of you to love,” she said in tones low and slow.
“It’s not….too much?” he asked.
“We’ll make it work,” she assured him. He settled back in the straw. The heat from her thighs on his was an amazing sensation. The movement of her muscles against his was even better. But the grip! Her hands stroking him drew his mind along like a lamb caught in the shepherd’s crook.
The next time her hands made it to the top, she rubbed the purple end vigorously. Some sort of fluid oozed out of the tip. Her pumping spread it along the length of him. Each round moved more and more of the stuff down his cock further and further.
Her hand slid easily across the surface and his mind ran happily along behind. The world shrank down until it was nothing but ten little fingers and the flesh beneath them.
When Sezzell had the length of him slick to her satisfaction she pulled him towards her. Her tongue stretched out to lick gently at his cock, her mouth stretching to take in the tip.
He started to writhe under her as she drew his attention to her mouth. He felt a tugging, as if his entire being was being compressed to the small sections of skin under her touch, pressure bulging beneath her grip.
Her thigh muscles tightened against his skin as he stretched and twisted. She murmured something soothing, but even he couldn’t make it out around her obscured mouth. Of course, he wasn’t really listening, either. For a second the angel felt that even the voice of God wouldn’t draw his attention right then.
He reached up to stroke her breasts. She moaned and scooted up on his lap. That put the orbs on either side of his cock. He pushed them away to avoid interfering with her stroking.
Sezzell grunted and stopped, moving her hands to her own chest. She pushed the breasts together and squeezed him with her body.
The warmth increased. The pressure bounced his concentration back and forth from her mouth to her breasts. He gasped, both tongues sticking out of his mouth.
Just as his back arched completely off of the ground, she let go. His hands moved to squeeze them back while she went back to stroking. He cried out wordlessly.
His tail snaked out between his legs and rose to stroke her ass. She squealed in surprise and rose up on her knees. Just as she removed her mouth from his cock, it exploded. A huge bolus of fluid burst forth and flew across the barn.
He subsided as she lowered herself beside him. They hugged a bit and snuggled together.
“Warn a girl next time,” she muttered
“The tail?” he asked. “Or that…stuff coming out of me?”
“Both!”
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Some time later, Azael sat down beside Amduscias. The angel wagged his tail in greeting. Azael smiled back, turning to smile around the boisterous room below.
Sezzell was dancing in the middle of one of the tables. She smiled up as she turned, he gave a small wave.
“Can you believe them?” Amduscias asked.
“They are pretty amazing,” Azael said, thinking he was agreeing.
“Amazingly petty,” the unicorn grunted. “Smelly, small, ugly. Driven by hormones, greed, lusts.” Azael blanched slightly at the word. “Well, it seems that they’re acting like they’re supposed to…” he said weakly.
“Yes,” Amduscias nodded. “Imagine if we’d never come down here. They’d never know what flawlessness was like. That reminds me.” He stood and stepped forward. The patrons all cheered as he stepped fully into the light.
They waved and lifted their drinks. The angel posed and turned sideways, then returned to his cushions. The wives played on.
“Imbeciles,” he muttered. “They’re in the presence of such perfection as you and me, and they think I’m here to amuse them.” Azael became aware of the smell of the humans. Of their sweat, of the dirt on their skin and the shit on their sandals.
The dancers were a little cleaner, but not much. The scented oils they used covered up the same smells. Their sweat was newer than most of the audience’s, little lines of it carrying away their smells bit by bit.
The more he looked and smelled and listened, the more base the mortals looked. Malformed, limited in size and ability, stunted in capacity, dross in nature and needs.
How could he possibly have felt anything but disdain for these beings? Now he realized what was different about Amduscias’ wives. They were all virgins. The unicorn was certainly equipped to indulge, but couldn’t bring himself to touch them.
“Yes,” Amduscias was saying, “I come here, show them what I am, what our Father is capable of creating, in the hopes that at one point or another, they’ll realize just how low they really are.”
Azael grunted in agreement. Sezzell smiled up at him again as she returned to the stage. He rolled his eyes up and away from the pitiable creature. His cock stirred, almost as in a protest, but he ignored it.
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