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Chapter 486: the depraved archangel

A full year had passed since the clash on the Plain of Desolation and the fall of Prince Bathym. This span of time, though short, had sufficed to radically transform the face of the Human Continent and the very nature of relations between its two protectors. Under the impetus of Alexander Sulyvhan, the Empire of Alexandria had known an unprecedented expansion and stabilisation, while demonic incursions became rarer, contained by a human army now disciplined and by the constant presence of celestial forces. But beyond treaties and borders, it was in the intimacy of the high towers of the palace that the most profound change had taken place. The circumstantial alliance between Sulyvhan and the Archangel Loriel had, over time, morphed into a relationship that had improved greatly, even making them lovers.

Dusk cast reflections of copper and amber through the tall ogival windows of the imperial chamber, a vast room where the scent of sandalwood mingled with the coolness of the night air rising from the gardens. Alexander Sulyvhan was seated before a massive desk, back straight, his quill gliding over administrative parchments. His long silver hair, unbound, flowed over his shoulders like a cascade. His face, marked by the rigour of his reign, retained that cold neutrality, but his silver pupils seemed less harsh than before when he found himself in this sanctuary.

The silence of the room was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps echoing on the marble. Loriel entered, crossing the threshold with that supernatural grace that characterised her. She wore a robe of an almost translucent azure blue, whose light fabric hugged every curve of her voluptuous silhouette, accentuating the sway of her hips and the contour of her legs with every step. Her hair floated around her alabaster face, and her eyes immediately fixed on Sulyvhan with a gleam mixing tenderness and reproach. She moved near him, placing a delicate hand on his shoulder.

"You should rest, Alexander," Loriel began in a suave voice. "It is good to work for your people, but rest is even more important for a man who carries the world on his shoulders."

Sulyvhan stopped writing, but he did not look up immediately. He smoothed his silver hair back, feeling the scent of jasmine that emanated from Loriel.

"I am the Emperor, and as such I must see to the Empire."

Loriel let out a small laugh and moved to place herself between him and his desk, forcing him to look at her. She leaned forward slightly, her generous breasts pressed against the bodice of her robe, offering Sulyvhan a plunging view of the upper swell of her chest.

"The Empire can wait a night," she retorted with a sly smile, her fingers now sliding into the Emperor’s neck. "And your Archangel, she, has no intention of waiting any longer."

Sulyvhan fixed Loriel. The look he gave her was no longer that of a sovereign, but that of a man having found his partner. He rose slowly, his stature towering over Loriel, though she did not retreat an inch. Without a word, he placed his hands on Loriel’s slender waist, pulling her roughly against his hard chest.

He looked at her intensely for a fraction of a second, then he kissed her.

The contact was electric. Their tongues intertwined, exploring each other’s mouths with an avidity that raised the temperature of the room by several degrees. Sulyvhan groaned against Loriel’s mouth, his hands sliding down to the roundness of her buttocks to press her further against his growing erection that was outlined beneath his silk trousers. They kissed while caressing each other, Loriel’s hands straying into Sulyvhan’s silver hair while the Emperor’s fingers kneaded her firm flesh.

Barely parting to catch their breath, a strand of shining saliva connecting their crimson lips, they made their way to the canopy bed at the far end of the room. Sulyvhan laid Loriel down upon it. She sprawled across the silk sheets.

They continued to kiss with renewed fervour. Sulyvhan, now kneeling between Loriel’s parted thighs, began to undo the fastenings of her robe. The fabric slipped away, revealing skin of a pearlescent whiteness, devoid of any imperfection, save for the red marks that Sulyvhan’s kisses were already beginning to trace on her neck and collarbones.

Sulyvhan did not stop there. While he captured a hardened nipple between his lips to suckle it greedily, drawing a first sigh from Loriel, Sulyvhan moved his hand down to Loriel’s cunt. His fingers immediately encountered abundant moisture and suffocating heat. Loriel was already soaked, her desire flowing between her plump lips.

He began to caress her with regularity, his thumb pressing on her swollen clitoris while two of his fingers plunged deep into her tight sheath.

This movement drew a moan from Loriel, a sharp, piercing sound that vibrated through the air of the room. She arched her back violently, her fingers clawing at the sheets.

"Ah... Alexander... faster..." she panted, her silver eyes rolling slightly in their orbits as pleasure began to saturate her nervous system.

Sulyvhan did not answer with words. He increased the tempo, his fingers exploring every fold of her intimacy, producing wet sucking sounds that echoed in the nocturnal silence. He could feel the angel’s internal muscles contracting in rhythmic waves around his phalanges, a sign that she was approaching climax.

Loriel seized Sulyvhan’s face, forcing him to look up at her. Her angelic face was transfigured by ecstasy, her lips swollen and glistening, her breath no more than a ragged whistle.

"Take me, Alexander... now... I want to feel you inside me... destroy me..." she begged in a hoarse voice, stripped of all her divine majesty.

Sulyvhan straightened up, freeing his own member which sprang forth with brutal force. His sex, long and veined, pulsed everywhere. He aligned his tip against Loriel’s gaping, sopping entrance, then, with a single thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, filling Loriel completely.

A cry of pure pleasure escaped Loriel’s throat, her body jerking under the impact of the invasion. She locked her legs around Sulyvhan’s massive waist, her heels digging into his back to keep him inside her, while he began to imprint a wild rhythm upon his hips.

The bed protested in a regular creaking, accompanying the slaps of their flesh meeting with violence.