“Keep going. Keep goinnggg!“ Her voice rose, then broke into a series of squeaks as his mouth fastened around a nipple, his tongue lashing the sensitive aereola. His hips pumped into her, burning her, burning him. With a convulsive movement, she clamped her thighs around him with almost crushing force. Her vagina squeezed his rod, and he watched, awestruck, as her body rippled in the throes of her climax. At the same time, as if they were one mind sharing two bodies, his cock expanded, then delivered its own load of seed into her vessel, and he lowered his head, groaning aloud, as the exquisite pleasure of his own orgasm swept over him.

They lay together for a long time, the sun warming him, his body warming her. Rolling over onto her side, she let her tail come out, and he fingered it curiously.

“Did your father have one?" he asked curiously.

She nodded. "ALL angels do. And demons. And the succubi, incubi, and the demon-spawn as well. It's sign of our curse."

“Curse?”

“The taint of our blood." She sighed, her transient cheerful mood fading.

“We were never meant to be, Jeremy. God never imagined that some of angels would rebel against him. And the thought that some would choose to live on earth and mate with humans rather than stay at his side in heaven must have come as quite a shock." She made a rude noise.

“Arrogant old fart. Anyway, our tails appeared when we hit puberty.

First it just took the form of a birthmark. But as our bodies matured, we gained the ability to extend them from our body." Her lips curled impishly.

“If you think that a boy is bad when he discovers masturbation, just think what it would be like if you had a tail that could bring you instantly erect as soon as you were done coming." She shook her head in fond memory.

“I thought my brother Cassiel was going to rub all the skin off his cock, he jacked it so much."

“Where is he now?"

Ancient sorrow darkened her gaze.

“We went after a demon-spawn together in London, about a hundred years ago. No one noticed her until it was far too Late, and she had grown very strong. I survived. Cass didn't."

“I'm sorry."

“Thank you." A cloud drifted over the sun, casting a shadow over the plot of earth, and she shivered violently as a chill wind swept down from the north. "I'm cold. I think we should go inside."

Rising, they pulled their scattered clothes haphazardly over their bodies. As they walked towards the back door, Althea suddenly split off from Jeremy, waving him inside.

She opened the door of the workshop. As she had anticipated, the leather belt and scabbard for the sword was ready for her, waiting on the workbench. She slung it around her waist, buckling it on firmly.

With a practiced motion, she slid the sword inside. As its weight settled around her left hip, so did a corresponding weight of responsibility settle around her soul, as heavy and clinging as a death-shroud.

It's time. I've shirked my duties for far too long.

At the knock on the door, Josh called out permission to enter. Beside him in their bed, Rachel mumbled sleepy protest.

As Althea entered, he blinked. She seemed to shine. Holy radiance glowed from her eyes, making her a warrior-queen, ready for battle.

“Tomorrow night, at Alex's play," she said quietly. "That's when he'Ll come for us. Pass the word."

“Are you sure?" he asked, his heart clenching in sudden fear for his oldest child.

She smiled, and Josh shrank back. There was no humor in the expression, only the anticipatory gleam of a predator.