Malachi’s new sonic boom alarm was so loud it shook the sleeping lovers right out of bed so Angea-Lea threw it out the window and put her alarm on the headboard instead. It was a more relaxing musical 1902 automatic tea-making alarm clock.
As they sipped on tisane tea they discussed their plans for the day when they heard a knock on the door. It was Junré to tell them some good news. “You are cordially invited to an engagement party today.”
“But mama, we are going to take a look around the area.”
“Don’t you get it sweety your father and I are going to put on an engagement party for you and Malachi.”
The morning was so chilly and so had been Angea-Lea’s heart for the last half-hour of being awake. The first person she thought of when she awoke was Manuel and she wanted to pen a love-letter to him. Her heart pounded then she said, “How about we have it this afternoon mama.”
“At three o’clock,” suggested Junré.
“Good,” said Malachi, “My parents are arriving this morning in fact, they are flying down from Brisbane.”
“It will be a wonderful party then, we will meet your parents and so will your new children,” said Junré.
“Yes, mama thank you.”
Looking tired but sounding upbeat Malachi said he would purchase a wedding gown for Angea-Lea’s beautiful day.
Feeling like an outlaw Angea-Lea silently declared that nothing would stand in the way of reviving her friendship with Manuel. She knew it would be easy to be both his friend and his lover because of his determination to get her on his side.
It was most important she create more time for that to happen. She thanked Malachi but said she’d prefer to make a gown.
“A bomb is about to hit Sydney’s airport it is a terrorist act, Malachi my angel spirit will leave and my body will disappear. I won’t be away long.”
The angelic spirit of Angea-Lea flew unseen through the air and just as the bomb was about to hit she made it disintegrate before it hit the terminal. She also made the terrorists give themselves up. Nobody knew just what had happened but they were all thanking the angels of heaven saying there must be a guardian angel watching over them. Angea-Lea rejoiced when her body accepted the spirit again.
“I’m back Malachi.”
“The work of an angel is such a great task let’s see what the T.V. has to say.” They turned on the T.V. to hear the latest. The television crew conducted an interview with the airport staff. Everyone was amazed that something like that could possibly happen. The excitement went on and on.
“It was because of the olympic games that it all happened, the Chinese did not want it to go ahead. China is waking up,” Malachi mentioned.
Her parents were proud of her, everyone felt safe in her presence.
Malachi turned on his music maker and bopped with Angea-Lea. The music was wild the beat sensational they performed the dance of delight in the privacy of their bedroom. Their desire for each other grew and grew as Malachi blew and blew kisses from across the room. It seemed like they had just met. Together their bodies moved so closely Malachi’s big beauty of a bulge rubbed furiously against Angea-Lea’s little bulge of beauty. Two lovely bodies slipped smoothly against their body’s surface swinging, vibrating. Friction attaching each other to each other by affectionate indulgence in lust setting them at liberty to do what they like whenever they like without the threat of Angea-Lea losing her angel status. Malachi sipped on a glass of champagne.
Her heart thumped wildly to the beat of the music constantly spinning her making her dizzy and overheated but being in the enjoyment of agreeable sensations from the possession of good. Only Malachi had the power to make her legs wobble like jelly.
Malachi took her in his arms and held her tight her eyes slammed shut, her mind trying very hard to concentrate on the man in her arms, but unamusingly her brain began to fill with memories of Manuel. Her dreaming made her smile that read she could have both men and Malachi would never have to know. The sound of Malachi’s voice singing softly sweetly in her burning ear agitated her blood until it raced hotly around inside of her.
The sensational sound of the loud music was like heavy rain falling on a tin roof. The roar of Malachi’s laughter. The sweet smell of champagne on Malachi’s heated breath. The jiggling of his tight balls against her panties thrilling her. The spicy fragrance of his warm coppery skin. She dubbed him the Perfumed Prince. He operated a strong vibrator through her skirt and gave her a quickie, “Malachi! Malachi! Malachi!”
Round and round in circles his hips swung as the wintry wind blew into the room, her hand slipping to his perspiring inner thighs that were as hard as concrete. His erection was so strong it ripped a hole in his tangarine undershorts of which he rarely wore but he wanted to show off how masculinely tough he was. He had no desire to share his love with any other.
It was easy to give in every time to the gorgeous Malachi and on the other hand it was easy to give in to the gorgeous Angea-Lea. Such passion such power so compelling. They rock together he guided her hand to his stalk and with his huge hand over her tiny hand they rubbed. It seemed endless, the length like none other she had ever known. He could do anything to her she loved it at anytime and especially in his own country. She felt very much a part of his life. But, she felt sorry for Manuel so lonely, so desperate to have her. Eventually she will have to decide which one she will give away.
The winter season was mild, drenched in sweat Angea-Lea slapped her hands on his wet chest splashing the watery beads then she licked her palms and sucked the moisture from her moist fingers. “You are finger-lickin’ good!”
“As you are,” he dribbled on her neck then licked off his perfumed spittle.
Removing her bra he rubbed her high-set boobs against his sweaty chest his penis dripping white muck onto her adorable toes. Bending down she wiped the cum off her toes and let her tongue lap its deliciousness.
He possessed that devlish Aussie look, his tanned chiselled face, his puffy cheeks, that rugged appearance, and his mouth held a cheeky grin like that of a child stealing the last cookie from the jar, then all of a sudden he jerked the smile right off his face and his mouth took on a conclusive and unsafe look as if life itself had come to an end.
Angea-Lea wanted to keep that unsafe mouth to herself, for a lifetime but knowing Manuel was still in her heart there was a risk of losing it.
She allowed her pretty little nicely shaped head to bend into his loving hand. He gave her a light kiss and pulled her tight to himself, they looked like the perfect couple an angel and her cherub.
Off came her panties he held them to his nostrils and breathed in the sweet scent then ripped off his, she sniffed the same sweetish smell then Malachi scrunched them in his tight fist and placed a feathery kiss on both pairs then tossed them across the room where they landed on the Word Of Angels, a bible of blessings penned by heavenly angels since the beginning of time. They both stole a glance at the bookshelf and giggled devilishly.
Her soft pink nipples budded as his hot broad chest brushed against them. Her whole body shook, his whole body shook and they left the whole world behind them. They continued to dance but slowly now until Malachi stopped still. His hands caressed her beautifully shaped shoulders.
Her rising belly itched to be touched. The baby moved a little inside, she placed his hand on her pale belly he felt the baby move and tears drizzled from his eyes of beaten bronze.
From the moment she first saw the rise of his lengthy shaft it looked like something she’d never ever dreamed of. He was more gifted than the five bachelors put together taller than them and more masculine down there than wimpish Manuel.
Her grape green eyes stared with wonder at its length and the puffiness of its head.
“Let me touch you again,” she told him.
“Please do.”
Her long fingers exploringly ran over his hard, impressive erection. Malachi was filled with everlasting joy. She wanted to consume his hungry Aussie banger he’d told her to call it. “Bang me with you banger, it’s driving me crazy.” They waited impatiently to make love, until the ice-cream melted in the middle. Paradise yet again, she thought, could Manuel meet my needs like this man? She doubted because she’d felt his, a total flop.
He tossed her breasts with his perfectly shaped head, he sucked on the little pink buds of her curvy breasts and lifted them slightly and tickled underneath them with his slippery tongue. The agony of waiting was unbelievably painful.
He kissed the soles of her feet after he lay her on the comfortable fawn coloured bed.
They’d waited too long for another sex romp.
Impatiently he made love to her.
“I’m an Aussie don’t make me wait forever,” he’d said at the start. Her angel strands of hair were in the palms of his hands, clenching them he rocked back and forth. Like a master conductor he worked his baton inside of her swivelling his round hips, he stroked her bare curvy bottom with his hands after releasing them from her hair gently pulling her bottom cheeks apart and together, apart and together. His touch was like pattering rain against her flesh. He adored her rosebud smile. He whispered his Aussie lingo in her aching ears.
So much in love with her he told her he wanted to keep her this way for a lifetime naked and close, in and never out. She wondered what it would be like in Manuel’s arms, a prisoner, never to be freed?
The manly power of Malachi’s rock hardness gave her untold pleasure.
He was like superman to her. “It’s super – man,” she murmured. As his penis lastly grazed her little lady’s nub of tender flesh she felt his love liquor enter her and all that time he was careful not to lean on her belly so as not to squash the growing bubby, the burning sensation they both felt faded in five seconds. “I am the queen of the spiritual creatures, my spirit walks the earth unseen both during your waking hours and whilst sleeping, behold my works both night and day in ceaseless praise.”
He praised her pure sweetness.
All that time Junré sewed together a glitzy dress for Angea-Lea and bought from the corner store a pair of drop earings: two little fans made from intricately woven gold with ivory, rubies and pearls, and a coloured stone necklace with teensy reddish pink rosettes and green leaves trimming a bone heart. Her dress was smothered in pink and blue daisies. It was long sleeved and split from neck to waist with drop skirt and diamond shaped hem. During her shower Malachi sprayed jets of water onto her clitoris, she orgasmed and orgasmed. He patted her dry.
The dress fitted her perfectly she thanked her mother. From three o’clock on they nibbled on goodies and Angea-Lea and Malachi received the most beautiful gift from both parents – a castle to be built by the seaside on acres and acres of lush green land they had already purchased for them in a place called Sunset Splash in sunny Queensland. They were ecstatic accepting the engagement and early wedding gift. They couldn’t thank their parents enough. Both sets of parents were extremely excited to meet each other.
“How about that kids we are going to live in a huge castle,” Malachi told them with excitement.
They jumped up and down with joy doing cartwheels, they were so happy.
After the party Angea-Lea disappeared into the black night and stunning stars. Nobody knew where she had gone.
“She’s probably gone to save the ailing world, besides she is an angel of mercy,” her mother surmised.
Angea-Lea appeared like magic behind Manuel working so diligently on his châteaux eggs.
“Hello Manuel it has been some time since we last met, how are you?”
The châteaux egg he had been painting fell to the tiled floor and smashed to pieces. He didn’t care too much about the loss he was only too happy to have her in his presence once again.
“Hello my angel how I have always loved you. Live with me in my château please I will make your life so special, I promise. Forgive me for taking you into the Swiss wilderness but I just had to make you mine.” A smile as wide as a river spread across his now warm and gentle face.
“I set you free from prison that shows how much I love you.”
“You have incredible powers we could have anything we wish,” he stood up from his grand working chair and embraced her. Was there no turning back now?
As the night grew deeper he arranged for the servants to prepare a sumptuous dinner for two in the gallery. They entered the large ornate room.
“I remember this room when I was a little girl when your parents held big dinners here, I had a fear of the sheer size of this room. Exactly how big is it?”
“Fifty metres long.”
She giggled and giggled.
Moonlight streamed through the vaulted skylight ceiling. She ran her hands over the port-wine coloured brocade walls displaying his angel picture collection, all pictures of Angea-Lea during her growing years until now and a large picture of his now deceased parents and grandparents, as well as paintings by Rembrandt, Van Gough and Renoir.
“What are all these pictures of me doing on your walls?”
“You are the most beautiful angel ever.”
His compliment brought tears to her eyes and he brushed them from her cheeks. She thanked him with a kiss on his right cheek.
“I will never wash this cheek again.”
They laughed taking their seats at one end of the long table that was covered in pink and purple crushed velvet and decorated with gold candelabra and vases spilling over with pink peony roses and lilacs.
Before they began the meal he handed her a little red velvet box she opened the box to her surprise there sat a diamond clustered ring.
“Angea-Lea it is an engagement ring will you marry me? We have known each other long enough.”
He knew she was already engaged and hoped that she would call off the engagement with the Australian. Bowing her head her cheeks burned but she was warming to his flame and she answered, “Yes, Manuel I shall marry you.” His personal harpist entertained them both and they chatted lovingly about her growing years and the summers she’d spent with him in the château. Like a playful puppy she bounced off the chair and into his arms he fed her oysters kilpatrick and she fed him and they got drunk, very drunk on pink champagne, by the time they got to their pan-fried barramundi and dessert of mulberry cheesecake he was as horny as hell and carried her up to his elaborately decorated bedroom where his parents conceived him many moons ago.
Out from the shadow of her Australian fiancé and comfortable in her own skin Angea-Lea’s cocktail chatter flowed, she sipped, she talked.
“There have been many cocktail parties in this castle where your father and mother entertained the rich and famous,” her slurred speech just turned him on all the more.
“Yes and a brigade of bodyguards at the door.”
He wanted to get down to business and she wanted to teach him all the moves that made her hot.
There appeared before Manuel’s eyes a waterproof vibrator and a warm washcloth after her clothes came off and his she lay open-legged on the bed and told him to place the washcloth over her genitals and to use the vibrator rubbing over it for a stormy soak. She screamed as the vibrator brought her to orgasm but when it came to sexual intercourse he couldn’t get it up and her powers failed to improve the situation, low and behold he found out for the first time he was impotent.
“You couldn’t get it up in the mountains either,” she joked.
“It was a challenge to get you between my sheets but nothing happened once you got here. Can’t you do something?”
“My powers just won’t work on this situation.”
“I wanted to get you into a sweaty wrestle but I’ve nothing to sweat over.” He was furious and totally annoyed. What could he offer her now? “I got it up a little on the mountain but I thought it didn’t stay up because of the pressure of losing you.” Feeling sorry for him she put one hand over her face then all of a sudden laughed. “I have all this sexual experience under my belt and I can’t use it on you, I have blond hair and look great in tight leather pants but what can I do to solve your problem?”
Worried and mortified because he wasn’t getting a hard on after she nibbled his nipples, tossed his nuts and twitched his nob still he was trapped, was there no escape?
As she bopped up and down on top of him he just lay there in a diseased state of nerves where all sensation and the power of action, lost.
“It had deflated like a pricked tyre. I am so sorry you may as well go back to Malachi. I am useless.”
“I am carrying his child.” Telling him that bit of bad news just broke the camel’s back. Viagra tablets didn’t work either because he had too much alcohol in his blood and he thought it was because he was diseased with erectile dysfunction.
She left, never to return again.
Winter was not Malachi’s favourite season. He was a summer man. It all of a sudden turned cold and blowy in Sydney and he’d be glad to get the prize over and done with so he could return to mildly sunny Queensland. His heart was breaking, he had no idea when his angel would return, then as he rested naked in a warm bath she appeared before him.
“Sweety where have you been?”
“I have been to France to visit Manuel but he found out he suffers with impotency and that he would be of no use to me. I talked awhile, laughed and left, I will never go near that sad sorry sack ever again. He is not like you my darling Malachi.”
She rubbed his manhood it sprung up in the air and before too long she ripped off her clothes jumped in the steamy bath and he rooted her.
“Did you see him in prison?”
“Yes,” she lied.
What happened at the cobblestone castle she soon forgot and she was happy to become Malachi’s bride soon, she deliberately left the ring Manuel gave her behind, being a mother of two little orphans was all important and she looked forward to having Malachi’s baby.