Elliott Kay - Good Intentions

“I love you, Alex. And while I cannot speak for Rachel, I can promise that no angel would give her heart to a mortal lightly, or frivolously, or by mistake. She may seem a bit…odd,” Lorelei granted, “but she knows exactly what she does.

“We will both love you for the rest of your days. We have no intention of allowing those days to be short. And when those days finally pass…I speak only for myself, but I will find you in your next life, and I will love you then, too.”

“You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that,” Alex managed to mumble.

“Says the man who literally followed me into the Pit and slew a Duke of Hell because he would not give me up. Who rejected the charms of a succubus because she had harmed me. I know, Alex,” Lorelei said quickly, raising her other hand to his opposite cheek. “I feel your desires, even those that repulse you. You know she taunted you to torment us both, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” Alex nodded. “I’m so sorry for how I-”

“Do not be. You have no reason to apologize. None know better than I what one such as Lydia can do to a mortal man. Had you fallen to her charms, I would have…I would have been hurt by her , but you would be blameless.

“Being with me makes you terribly vulnerable to seduction. I hoped this would be a happy flaw. You know what I expect of you, and what I do not. You like being pursued. Anyone would. But this…Alex, you have no reason to feel guilt or shame.”

“I almost… If she had kept coming onto me like that, I don’t know how much longer I could’ve held out.”

“You held out more than enough,” Lorelei told him. “No one is unbreakable, Alex. But you are made of stronger stuff than anyone might ever guess.”

Gingerly, she moved in on Alex in the tub. “Let it go, my love,” Lorelei told him. Her head leaned against his neck, her arms coming around his body. “You bear too much sorrow tonight already. Let it out.”

He sniffed. “I’m not sure I’ve got more tears,” he said. “Kind of sorry for that. I won’t hide anything from you.”

“I know.”

“It’s…it’s kind of awkward to ask this. Something I’m afraid of. How much did you get from Rachel and I being together?”

Lorelei smiled fondly. “I regained my wings.” It was an obvious enough thing, but worth pointing out. “You asked once if I enjoyed being with you less than I enjoyed you being with others. Alex, you and Rachel…it’s as if I’m a part of you both. I know how you love her. Your feelings for her are every bit as beautiful as what you feel for me. I would do anything to keep you together.”

“She said about the same thing for you and I.”

“I am not surprised.”

“Lorelei,” he said softly, “I don’t want to drift away you. Ever. That’s the one thing that I still worry about. You’re closer to me than anyone…except that with Rachel I felt the same way. And it was like I didn’t have to say anything at all. She can read me like a book. A lot like you do.”

“It sounds like we all find our way,” Lorelei suggested.

“But doesn’t that cheapen it for us? Or for her and I?” Alex asked. “I don’t…I don’t want to sound like I’m playing favorites. I don’t know if I could . You’re the most important person in my life, except saying that seems unfair to Rachel…but not saying it seems unfair to you.”

“I have no fear of sharing my primacy with Rachel. This will be a challenge for all three of us, but we want it. We all want it. The best thing you could do for me and for Rachel is to throw caution to the wind and carry forth with both of us. And with the rest of your relationships,” she added encouragingly.

Exasperating as her attitude was, Alex could only laugh. He cuddled Lorelei close. “I have no clue how I’m going to handle all of this.”

“I’ll help,” Lorelei assured him. “No jealousy. No competition.” After a pause, she added, “I’ll be very happy to keep your date book for you.”

“That’s…insanely sexy.”

“And manipulative, and selfish. I may have ulterior motives in wanting to run your schedule.” As if to illustrate her point, she trailed kisses up his neck while her fingers reached up to massage his temples.

“Hey,” Alex said slowly, “you’re supposed to let me take care of you tonight.” He reached around, found the washcloth and soap again, and went back to his work.

Lorelei obediently let herself be indulged. Nothing remained of his former shyness. He diligently cleaned her wounds and her body from head to toe. He stared at her naked beauty all the while as he washed her hair. Even with the marring of cuts and bruises she was still an incredible sight.

As he came to her long devil’s tail and washed that, too, without complaint or hesitation, Lorelei felt a new wave of happiness wash over her. Alex went from that to her wings, which faded in and out of substantiality as they moved around in the tub. There was a strange convenience to them. When they weren’t at all in the way, they were perfectly solid. When they became an obstruction, they faded. Yet when Alex reached for them, caressing and cleansing the dirt and grime and blood from the leathery flesh, they were quite real.

“You spoil me,” Lorelei smiled with her back turned for him.

“Oh, but you’ve been stingy with me, right?” When he finished with the wings, he went back to fondly stroking her back and her sides. There wasn’t any further need to wash her there beyond simple affection. Eventually, the wings faded away again, both to the touch and to his sight. He couldn’t complain; it made it easier to touch the rest of her.

Lorelei purred as her lover’s touch became increasingly familiar. He was still gentle, with her wounds closed and clean but not at all gone. For all her pain, though, she enjoyed his caress. They were both on their knees in the center of the tub. “Alex,” Lorelei murmured finally, “you know what will heal me.”

“Is that an invitation?” He leaned in close, brushing her wet hair aside to kiss the back of her neck. One hand slipped around her side, moving up to the underside of her breast to softly cup it. His fingers gently brushed either side of her nipple.

“I’ve told you before. My body will forever invite yours. We haven’t used this tub yet.” Lorelei continued to purr as he played.

“I thought sex in water wasn’t comfortable for women.”

“I’m no ordinary woman.” Her naked ass slid against his groin. It left his hardened cock pushed downward between her cheeks. Lorelei reveled in the nearness of him, his hand on her breast and the feel of his breath on her neck. The only trepidation in him now was over her injuries; everything about his demeanor tonight had been comfortably, lovingly possessive, and that thrilled her. She even heard it in his voice, which up against her ear was a welcome turn-on. He had gotten much better at all this. She felt real confidence in him. Real control. She started to tremble.

He didn’t respond right away-at least, not verbally. His lips slowly enveloped her earlobe. Fingertips traced up and down her front, from her neck to her inner thighs, teasing almost everything along the way. His fingers conspicuously avoided her sex, only stroking through a bit of her hair without actually going for the flesh. When he shifted a bit, though, his cock slid up between her legs and teased at the willing lips between them.

It drew a gasp from her. She felt his desires rise, knowing they built upon both Lydia’s torment and the passion that he had shared with Rachel. The thought put a grin on her face.

“Have you and Rachel developed the same bond that we share?” Lorelei asked.