All Chapters of Dangerous Pleasures: Chapter 1041 - Chapter 1050

"Fuck," said Azrael.I flinched.He stared at me for a moment.Then he shook his head again."Fuck," he repeated.It wasn't any funnier the second time around."I messed up," I admitted."That is a... succinct way of putting it. Did you tell her what you were?""I mean... with words? No. But..."His eyes narrowed."But what, Gwenhwyfar?"I winced. He never called me that unless he was really pissed."My Aspect came upon me.""Fuck! Gwen! We've talked about this!""I can't fucking control it, for... for fucking fuck's sakes!"(No Blasphemy up Above - you get a snotty talking to from one of the Saints, usually Saint Gregory, and he is tedious beyond belief. Though it's almost worth it when you're watching him lecture a furious Seraphim on appropriate language.)Azrael put his head in his hands and rubbed his temples"No chance she didn't see them, I suppose?""Magic backlit mystical grey Gull wings the size of a sodding bus?" I answered, sarcastically."I suppose that was a stupid quest

And then I talked, and he listened, and sat beside me as the sun slowly swung across the celestial heavens.I told him about her, and about the way she'd been crying, about the way she'd desperately plucked at my sleeve to try to stop me from leaving. I told him about the colour of her eyes and about how she was far thinner than she should be. I told him about holding her, and about how... good it felt to hold another living being and try, just a bit, to help them.His eyes grew very grave, but he held his peace.I didn't tell him the most important thing, though.I was too scared.See... my ability to find people is specific and narrow - it's only ever related to the task I'm undertaking, and should only really work for as long as I need to find that person.The problem, and to be honest a large part of the reason why I was so out of sorts was...I'd been able to feel her from the moment she first so roughly touched me.I could still feel her.I knew where she was.And I knew that sh

Morning at last, and a pounding headache.I'd woken at whatever time it was, and levered myself up from my rumpled bed to wash myself. (Again, not something we strictly need to do, but... old habits...)And then I'd sat at my table, waiting for my tea to brew.Caitlyn was on the move.I had no idea where or for what reason, just that her location in existence was not the same as the night before.I wondered what she was up to.Probably buying new pencils and paper, my conscience muttered.I flushed.I could... probably... get back to her room and return her book.But... part of me didn't want to. Part of me wanted to keep it and the brief contact it represented, the brief touch of something illicit and deeply, deeply private.But I knew that would be unwise.So I resolved to place it back where I'd found it.But first...I staggered back into my sleeping area.I pulled off my cotton shift.I concentrated a moment, and opened a drawer. I lifted the black denim jeans out and stepped int

"It's water long under the bridge," I said, profoundly touched by her sympathy. "Can't change it; nowhere to go but onwards."She stared at me for a moment or two, then shook her head to clear it of whatever thoughts were haunting her."So... Annie's in something that's Heaven but not, and... and there are other... girls... like you up there. That's... I mean, it sounds fucking bonkers is what it does.""Real Angels too. Archangels, Saints...""Oh fuck, Saints too?""It's a bit crowded. Demons drop in to visit sometimes as well...""What!""Oh, yes. They come up to the city for a break and to unwind. They're not that different from us, really. See... the whole thing about a war between Heaven and Hell is just stuff people made up. The Boss and Lucifer play cards, and Hell is really mostly just... a theme park of sorts for most people. Something to visit while you pass the time. Don't get me wrong, though - there are some right bastards down there, obviously - the ones who need... fixi

I let out a long shuddering moan as I came; two hard spasms and a run of lesser ones; coupled with frenzied and uncontrollable arching against her as my base needs took charge of my higher functions. She laughed, then bit down hard on the nape of my neck like some great cat and bore down on me with all her weight, crushing me to the bed. Her nipples were hard against the burning skin of my back; mine were erect and aching. I forced a hand down under me and found myself and began to stroke myself in the way she'd so delightedly taught me; she gasped as I spasmed and clamped on her again and again and again."I'm going to fuck you properly now, honey," she growled.I moaned a reedy little exhausted affirmative, and my eyes rolled back into my head as she began to slam herself deep into me.My throat was raw from the constant frantic gasps she was forcing me to take.She was panting too, her musky sweat and scent filling the air around us.A knot of fire was ablaze in my belly; my hips w