H
e has travelled throughout the galaxy to gather all the
ingredients needed for the ultimate magic spell, the spell that will bring
forth his angel, the most beautiful creature in the universe. How appropriate that the spacecraft he has landed in is called, "Victory Angel". Hurrying from the spacecraft, excitement boiling inside him, he has waited so long for this magic night. In his hands he carries a black velvet bag containing the last of the items needed, a crystal star from the planet of Zatar. This was the most difficult item to obtain. The crystal stars can only be found when the six moons of Zatar are aligned and this only takes place once every twentieth year. Only when the six moons are aligned can you find the crystal stars shining on the mountaintop of Alee, the tallest mountain of Zatar.
He quickens his steps, rushing through the spaceport; outside his carriage and driver await him. Amazing how you can travel throughout the universe and still have to ride a carriage on his home planet of Eden. The Elder's voted a long time ago to keep Eden as clean and unspoiled as the name implies. Any other time he would agree, but tonight his excitement has him wishing for a faster way of travel. Tonight he has no desire to admire the two full moons, twinkling stars, or the beautiful scenery. Such a beautiful perfect place, the perfect place for his angel.
His mind drifts to how this all began. The males of his family had all been magicians, him, his father, his father's father and so on. Only one son had ever been born to each family, no matter how many children they had. At his birth, his father had held him up and proclaimed his name to be Zentavz. He would become the greatest of all magicians, with powers to do what no other magician had ever accomplished.
The carriage pulls through the gates to his castle. The driver stops in front of the huge double doors. Zentavz is in too much of a hurry to wait for the driver to let him out. He opens the carriage door and jumps from the carriage, still holding the velvet bag close to him. Running up the steps, pushing open the castle doors, leaving them for someone else to close. Hurrying to the doors that lead to the dungeon, not caring how much noise he makes. He races down the steps; at last he is in the magic room. Almost everything is ready; quickly he removes his clothing, putting on only his hooded robe. Casting some magic powder under the large dome pot, with a wave of his hand a fire starts to blaze. He goes to the cupboard that contains all the magic items he will need to go with the crystal star. A jar full of the dried petals of emerald-green roses, the horn from the remains of a unicorn, three feathers from the wings of a Pegasus, just to name a few of the magical ingredients. All of them Zentavz places into the dome pot, just as they begin to boil, he removes the crystal star from the bag. Drops it into the centre of the boiling concoction. As it sinks, a heavy black smoke fills the room.
Zentavz rubs his eyes, trying to see through the dense smoke. Suddenly, the smoke starts to clear and there suspended in the air, above the pot, is the most beautiful creature his brown eyes have ever seen. Long black hair flowing down her shoulders, skin so smooth and silky looking, eyes as black as coal. She wears only a leather belt that hides her secret spot and a medallion with ropes that cover the nipples of her breasts. She is perfect, the angel of his dreams. He goes down on his knees before her, worshipping at her feet. He stares into those black eyes; they seem to hypnotise him. Raising his hand to her, she grasps it and descends to the floor. His gorgeous angel is standing before him in all her magnificent beauty. He is on his knees before her, worshipping her loveliness.
With her dainty soft fingers she lifts his chin, her black eyes staring into his brown ones. Zentavz feels himself being pulled into the depths of those black eyes, even if he wanted to he could not look away. The power of her stare causes his body to become filled with desire. She motions for him to stand, the bulge in his robe showing her the evidence of her powers. A faint smile touches her lips. She slowly removes the ropes from her chest, revealing two mounds of perfection. Brown areoles and erect nipples pointing in his direction. She then removes the belt that covers her womanhood. Zentavz gasps as he looks at her curly black love nest, his manhood becoming even more erect. He reaches out to touch her; she backs away out of his reach. Her small hands reach up and start to rub her breasts, circling the nipples with her palms. Zentavz is not touching her, but he could swear he feels her hard erect nipples on his palms. The feeling causes his engorged rod to throb. Her dainty little tongue licks her small red lips, again he feels it, feels that little tongue on his lips. One of her hands goes down between her legs, she inserts a finger into her love box, he can feel the wetness and the heat, so soft, wet and so hot. Then his beautiful Angel withdraws her finger and takes it up to her moistened parted lips. Her tongue darts out, touching the tip of her finger, swirling around, licking her juices. He can actually taste them; there's no mistaking that taste, like the honey that only the gods are privileged to taste. As she sucks her finger into her mouth he feels the hotness on his manhood; he gasps at the wonderful sensation. Deeper and deeper she sucks the finger into her throat, her tongue licking and rubbing. He is a very strong willed man, but knows he cannot take much more of her sweet torture. The juices are boiling in his loins, threatening to burst forth. She continues to suck and tease her finger, coal black eyes still staring into his brown ones. His eyes are begging her to let him have her. She shakes her head no; he melts to his knees before her. The finger slowly withdraws from her throat, her tongue swirling around it. He fights with all his will not to spill his seed upon his robe. Stepping up to him, she unties the sash of his robe and pushes it from his shoulders. The robe falls to his sides; he kneels before her completely nude. Kneeling down in front of him, cupping her hands, placing them under the head of his shaft. She stares even more intensely into his eyes, "Now," she says. He loses control, his hot juices pour into her waiting hands, moans escaping from deep in his throat. His juices flow and flow, never has he released so much. Her small hands are filled with his nectar; she raises her hands to her lips. The dainty tongue darts out, she laps the nectar from her hands, like a starved kitten. She licks and drinks, wasting not a drop. He watches her, mesmerised by the sight. Licking his juices from her palms, sucking it from her fingers, one at a time. Devouring it as if her life depended on it. Finishing the last drop, licking her lips, she looks at him, reaches out her cupped hands and says, "More." Watching her devour every drop of his seed has aroused him again, his rod ready to spill forth more nectar for his beautiful Angel. Hopefully he will have enough to quench her thirst.
Zentavz smiles as his Angel licks the last drop from her fingers. She then tells him for being such a good boy; she will allow him to lick her love nest. Quickly he crawls between her legs, his tongue making contact with her furry mound, licking and circling her secret spot with his tongue. Her hands grab his hair, pulling his face tight against her womanhood, grinding her hips into his face. She screams, "Zentavz." over and over, as her juices pour into his mouth. Letting go of his hair, she raises up on her elbows, their eyes making contact. She says, "Zentavz, lick me dry." He obeys, licking every morsel of her love juices, the honey of the gods!
She allows him to hold her; he falls asleep wondering how long he can keep up the pace. Supplying her with enough of his juices to keep her from looking elsewhere. She falls asleep, wondering how many males are on this planet of Eden, with a wicked smile on her gorgeous face.
THE END
