The Azra-El Series Ch. 12

Parting her knees, he brushed aside the curtain of gold and found the beads shining and glazed in her arousal, her utter desire and need for him boiling to the surface and the panting of her breath. Pushing them aside, he took his mouth to her slim pink slit that posed a stark contrast to her light brown skin.

He tasted her with a long firm lick along her crevice and immediately cupped her with his mouth. Nimbly penetrating her with his tongue, he started lapping her tasty fluids while simultaneously trying to titillate her nub with his finger. The curtain of gold kept brushing against his nose as Seshat's hips flowed under his ministrations.

Yet, just as he started getting into the cunningulus, he found himself being pulled out of the water by Seshat's warm eager hands under his arms. She set him beside herself and without any warning she mounted him over his thighs.

Blaze tried to get up, trying to reach for her breasts, but she pushed him down by his chest.

He curiously gazed into her eyes and found an intensity that he would have not thought possible for his usually gentle teacher. Her chest heaved, and her large heavy breasts jiggled as she sat on him, musing over her own actions.

Blaze's smile and his pulsing prick, standing tall in front of her groin, answered her doubts. She leaned in and planted a quick wet kiss on his lips before she rose up on her knees, straddling him around his thighs.

She felt an intense want and she didn't care for his slow build up anymore. She wanted to take control.

She brushed her string of pearls aside and positioned her butt over his member. She took his prick in her hand and brushed the tip along her lower lips, unconsciously lubricating it. His member elongated over his skin and lightly parted her.

She gazed into his eyes and went down on him, spearing herself with the thick hot rod.

"Aaah" "Ugh" the two angels groaned in pleasure. Blaze instinctively tried to get up, trying to wrap his arms around her, but her hands and weight held him down.

Surrendering himself in the warmth and the tightness of her wet folds, he instead crept his hands along her thighs and over her hips.

Seeing her own lust reflected in her students' eyes, Seshat slowly raised her hips, dragging her clenching lips along his length. Blaze controlled his urge to push his hips up and remained still as she rose up all the way to his head.

Slowly and teasingly, she rotated her hips and just when she felt his member pulse in desire for her, she went down on him with a cry of pleasure.

"Mugh," he let out another uncontrollable grunt. He'd always thought that it would be Claudis who rode him at some point. Seshat doing it out of her own volition was too much for his simple lust filled brain. He gripped her hips and couldn't help but give her a pleading look for more.

The look drove her nuts as she leaned in on her hands, putting her weight on Blaze, and started riding him.

It started off slowly and heavily. Thump... Thump. Each penetration sending waves of pleasure across each other's bodies as Seshat's walls clenched and constricted around his pulsing dick with each entry.

But soon, her relentless desire made her increase her speed as she switched her hands from his chest to his shoulders, as she rode him as fast as she could; her insides unable to keep up with speed anymore. Instead, they released more and more fluid to allow for quicker and faster entry, as she furiously fucked him, her large breasts swaying delectably.

Blaze felt and heard her squelching wetness each time she contacted his balls and groin. The curtain of gold chains caressed him every time she went down, giving him a unique additional stimulation.

"Lay on me!" he plead with needy eyes, craving for more of her skin.

Seshat couldn't help but oblige. She undid her necklace, placed it aside and leaned forward. Blaze immediately wrapped his arms around her waist and drew her in, smothering himself in her tremendous breasts.

Wrapping her arms around his head, she lay the weight of her breasts on his face as she started grinding into his groin. His hands travelled down her spine and tried to reach for the bead in her anus, but it proved to be just out of his reach.

He desperately tried to stretch his hands but Seshat's body over him did not leave him any room to maneuver. Instead, he held the thread of her g-string at her tailbone and gently pulled. Her walls contracted, and Blaze felt the resistance through the string. Though he could easily pull the bead out if he intended to, he chose to teasingly apply pressure on the string as Seshat's walls clenched and unclenched in response, trying to keep the bead inside, even as her hips gyrated over his.

"Split your legs and try humping with your hips," he whispered pleadingly into her breasts, while simultaneously trying to enclose them with his mouth, realizing that she couldn't hop on her knees in the current position.

Like all angels, Seshat was inexplicably flexible, having no trouble in spreading her legs. And she soon realized that the position made it a lot easier to move up and down, as she started twerking and bouncing her butt over him. It finally gave Blaze enough room lean up into her breasts and reach his fingers to her anus. He pulled at the bead and it came out with a pop. She mashed her groin into his and came a little.

Soon, he was once again pushing and pulling the bead out of her tight ass, as it stretched further and further to accommodate the bead and allow him to more swiftly plunge it into her. She was assailed by the overwhelming sensation of two pleasurable objects buried deep inside her.

Thwack Thwack Thwack Thwack. Their moist skins and the wetness building inside Seshat combined to make a thwacking sound as she fucked him. They mashed their bodies together, desperately straining to press into and connect with each other.

Blaze finally managed to get a nipple into his mouth, tasting the slight salty and sweet taste of her skin, as he started greedily sucking on it whilst the heat and arousal surged. Though the angels didn't sweat, their skin still had a distinct taste, varying slightly with each individual. He gripped her soft and curvy butt with one hand and let her set the rhythm as his own hips instinctively moved to meet her in the air.

Seshat loved the position. She got both the control and intimacy she desired, yet her ass was at his mercy. His lips on her breasts, his prick buried inside her, and the bead gripped by the tight walls all sent crashing waves of pleasure that collided and merged in the pit of her stomach.

"Aah Aah Ah Aaaah," she cried as she repeatedly speared herself into his prick. Her butt furiously bouncing and grinding over his groin.

Finally, Blaze couldn't keep it in anymore. With Jie Er and Claudis, he had been trying to let his arousal take over him and maximize his healing potential. With Seshat, however, he felt no such obligation. He jutted his hips into her as he felt himself burst, lightly nipping her nipple in the process.

The bite sent a jolt of electricity screaming across her body and burst the dam of arousal that had been building up inside her.

"Aaaaaaaagh," her screech echoed into the night and her body shuddered. Her release sprayed over him just as the first jet of his essence burst into her vagina, hitting the entrance of her cervix. Her arms tensed around his face and her body and breasts enveloped him as her hips started spasming over his.

Seshat's movements and the weight of her body intensified his release. His orgasm was prolonged as she rode out her own, as he held her in an almost crushing hug, jutting his hips into her wetness and releasing multiple loads into her.

Her orgasm slowly but gratifyingly subsided and she felt herself full of him and his essence. Satiated, she raised her breasts from his face and he gasped for air. At some point during their orgasm, her breasts had blocked his airways and he had been forced to hold his breath.

Feeling a bit light headed, Blaze gave her a stupid but satisfied grin.

Her gaze turned a little concerned as she tried to get off him, but he held her tight within his arms. Giving up, she brushed his hair off his forehead as she warmly peered at him.

"I guess you owe me an extra lesson, teach," he cheekily grinned at her, as his hands sneaked their way back to her butt, and finally pulled the bead out of her clutching back door.

"You are a naughty angel, little Blaze," she commented wryly as she continued to lovingly brush his hair and caress his cheek.

"What are you going to do about it, teach? Spank me?" he asked her with a lascivious grin.

The pale brown skin of her cheeks turned a deeper shade.

***

Blaze had dinner with Seshat and spent the night in her warm and naked embrace. He had already informed his matron that he might be staying over at Seshat's cottage, but he headed back to his dorm early the next morning. However, it was only after fucking her and blowing his load all over her face and breasts after she got to taste his cock; another perk of not having to consider his semen as a healing essence.

oOo

When Blaze reached their dining hall that morning, he found that the spirits of his classmates hadn't lifted.

"We lost again. 6-4 this time. Two of those Malakim participated, but they only fought against the weakest of their lineup. We would've won those anyway," Rachel replied angrily, as he gave them a questioning look. Aahna seemed to be too down to even say a word.

"What's up with you?" he poked her shoulder.

"She went and spoke with them last evening. They denied everything and even agreed to participate in the fights. But it makes no difference if all they are going to do is fight against the weakest of 1B. This is why mum says never to trust traitors," Rachel shook her head angrily.

"Don't be dramatic, Rach," Blaze chided her, but he couldn't deny that he was a little incensed.

He wanted to walk up to them and give them his piece of mind, but instead he picked up a slice of Mamgi and bit into it. His earthling mother had always advised him not to make hasty decisions on an empty stomach.

Mamgi was a yellowish orange avocado shaped fruit, with a large seed in the middle and soft, light orange flesh when ripe. Blaze had only seen cut slices or pictures of the fruit, so he couldn't comment on its size.

As the sweet nectarine flesh of the fruit traveled down to his stomach, he recalled Seshat's words from the previous night. Compassion. Hadn't Claudis given him a chance to redeem himself, though he did something potentially unforgivable in her eyes?

Despite being twenty years old, the seven angels were considered kids among the angels. Maybe he could take the mature route and gently address the issue. It was possible that their opinions were not yet concrete, and he could appeal to their better side just like Claudis had appealed to his. He had taken the easy route with Badava and he wasn't going to make the same mistake again.

After stuffing his face with more fruit and a full glass of milk, he slowly but resolutely walked towards the table the seven were dining at. He could feel the eyes following him, expecting some sort of a standoff.

The seven looked at him defiantly, but he spotted a tinge of doubt in some of their eyes.

"Hey!" he greeted them with a smile, suddenly realizing that he hadn't thought of what he was exactly going to say. Something about his reincarnation made him more impulsive than he had been in his previous life. Though he was used to going with the flow at times, he remembered being calculated when it mattered.

His casual greeting took the angels by surprise. None of them expected the angel who had hospitalized a Houri in her rage to be easily forgiving, and his amiability only made them more nervous.

"What do you want from us?" one of them finally manage to mumble.

"Nothing. I just wanted to talk," Blaze replied simply, bewildering them even more.

He looked around for an empty chair and pulled it between a couple of students. Sitting down, he looked into the hazel eyes of the ginger haired angel who had spoken to him. Thankfully, he remembered her name.

"Minerva, right? I hear you guys did not wish to participate in competing against class 1b," Blaze spoke gently and slowly, trying to make them comfortable.

"It's our choice, isn't it? We didn't do anything wrong. Besides, we did participate in yesterday's duels. We even won two of them," a pink haired angel beside Minerva replied defensively. Blaze could not remember her name.

"That it is. But some also feel that you revealed our strengths to the other class," Blaze commented, looking around to see their response.

"We did no such thing! We're just the patsies," Minerva denied categorically, but her words and expression implied that even she believed something fishy went on with the fights. However, Blaze couldn't find any hint of untruth in her voice or anyone else in the group.

Either they had nothing to do with it or they are good actors. It is also possible that only one or two of them were in it. But I guess it doesn't matter.

Blaze sighed. "Ok, I believe you. But you accepted that it was your choice to not participate in the fights on the first day. I am guessing that means you have a problem with the class. Is it because of Siofra?" he asked, his voice neither confrontational nor angry.

"Well, yeah. She is a pixie. No proper Malakim will try to become friends with a pixie!" the pink haired girl replied vehemently.

"But why? The Malakim society has never actually rejected the pixies. It's just the tainted ones spreading rumors," Blaze returned.

"We all want to join the Malakim, like our mothers. No Malakim in their right mind is willing to become friends with a pixie, even if she's your friend," Minerva explained with a little less venom.

Blaze considered his next words for a moment. Though he didn't believe that their opinions couldn't be changed, they were backed up by years of reinforcement from their mothers' opinions.

"Fine!" he breathed out, "I won't ask you to become friends with Siofra, but don't you think it's unfair towards your classmates to show your anger towards Siofra or me on them? Like it or not, you belong in class 1A.

"As long as you don't bully or mistreat anyone, I don't care about your opinions. Even if one of you has done what the others claim you have, I do not care. I will treat you the same as everyone else. Like friends and sisters. If someone mistreats you, I will stand up for you just like I did with Siofra and will do so for anyone in our class.

"But I implore you to at least try your best to not intentionally hurt your classmates. Whether you're Malakim or of some other society, you're angels first. If we can't show benevolence towards our classmates, what's the difference between us and the demons? If we can't stand united in a class, how will we be united against the demons?" he spoke passionately and grandly.

Though he felt a bit pompous and hypocritical, he meant what he said. He was going to win them over with compassion, just like he was planning to do with Badava.

The seven angels were strapped for words. They were prepared for a castigation, not empathy. And despite their reservations, they couldn't help but sprout a grain of respect in their hearts. They suddenly realized that he wasn't undeserving of the righteous fury, even if they felt that he might be misguided.

Blaze gave them a moment to register his words before he got up and gave them a fervid look.

"We are still young and all of us have a lot to learn. I believe it's good for us to have differing opinions as we learn more about the world. It means that we are thinking and not blindly following the consensus. Be yourselves. And as long as you are in the right, I will always have your back," he parroted General Sturms words, before turning around and marching back to his spot, imagining Hollywood type explosions behind him.

"What did you say to them?" Aahna asked, noticing their dazed stares. There was neither anger nor guilt in their expressions.

"Just some things. I don't think most of them, if any, were involved in any plot against our class. Can you make sure that the rest of the class doesn't ostracize them? If they approach you, be kind and welcoming. Something so insignificant as a loss in practice spars shouldn't bring strife among us," he asked her sincerely.

Though his classmates respected his strength, Aahna was the one who could truly connect with them. Her liveliness and gregariousness, though annoying at times, was true and contagious.

oOo

When Blaze and Siofra returned from combat training that evening, they were pleasantly surprised to see the entire dorm in an upbeat mood.

"We won!" Aahna squealed in delight as they approached them.

"I thought you had PE today? What did you win at? Who could stretch more?" Blaze teased her.

"Stop being such a tart. We challenged Class 1B to a game of flyball. We kicked their pretty little butts," she chimed merrily.

"Flyball?"

"Yeah. We only played ten rounds each, but we won 80 to 40. Even Afriel played with us. She is such a good pitcher. She got six outs in one game. Holy whiskers, Big Bro! If you play, we will become un beatable!" Ahana let out a flurry of words.

"Afriel?"

"Yeah. She is the pink haired Malakim. Her mother is one of the tainted, but they are grooming her to be one of the pious ones. She is a little intense, but she is nice enough. She is also an amazing pitcher. Better than Rach or Nina!" Aahna elaborated as Blaze turned to look at the Malakim. Afriel gave him a slight smile and turned away.

"We just have different roles, Aahna. We were all required in the game!" Rach argued.

"Oh yeah? I didn't see you take 6 outs. You took two and Nina took one! Whatever you told them, Big Bro, it worked! The others have tried to be more pleasant during the day as well. Big Bro knows the best!" Aahna exclaimed and wrapped him in a hug.

"Good job guys!" Blaze commended them, patting on Aahna's back. "We just have to do the same with combat training. Don't worry. I may not be the best teacher, but we may have someone who can help you much more than I can!" he added thoughtfully.

"Who?" Rachel asked excited. She was always excited about more training.

"That's a secret. But I am sure you will love her," he replied mysteriously.

The rest of the night was spent in playful company before they all returned to beds.

oOo

The next morning, he flew straight to the stables. He knew exactly what he needed to do and what he was going to say to Claudis. She showed him compassion and forgiveness, and he was going to prove that he deserved it.

As usual, he found her attending to the Pegasi. She glanced at him but went back to her work after giving him a slight nod of acknowledgement.

"umm... Claudis?" Blaze began and waited for her to look at him again. "I am really sorry," he finished glumly, his face contorted slightly as if in pain.

Looking at his despondent look, Cluadis felt an almost uncontrollable urge to just rush up and wrap him in her arms, but she controlled herself. She couldn't give in that easily.

"I have a pet at home and when I saw her, I realized how much I hurt you by treating Badava the way I did. I wouldn't have forgiven anyone who tried the same with Sky. But can you please forgive me? I promise it won't happen again!" he pleaded. The fact that Claudis was one of the nicest angels he had met made it all the easier for the words to flow.

"Blaze... It's not just about me. You mu-"

"I know. But I don't think she will understand my apology. The only way I can make amends to Badava is by gaining her trust. Will you help me?" he asked sincerely. His voice containing a tinge of helplessness that Claudis simply couldn't resist.