Fallen

One Shots — Soul Exchange Series

Disclaimer: NSFW, Paranormal Romance, Erotica. READER DISCRETION IS HIGHLY ADVISED

Fallen

I have done this numerous times before.

I have always excelled at my job as a Guardian Angel rather than as an Archangel.

At first, I did it to absolve my sins for not taking sides during the Holy War. I was tasked to watch over humans as many times as the Creator deemed fit as punishment for not fulfilling my Heavenly duties.

I did not mind it. Humans were simple creatures who were mostly driven by id and ego. Rarely have I witnessed those who have ascended beyond their desires and pride. Due to this, I was a natural when it came to influencing their choices. Even when I had a colleague from Hell, and their sole purpose was to recruit the soul to Hell, I always won.

I learned to love the job. I learned that Earth was beautiful and filled with the unknowns.

I no longer wanted to go back to Paradise.

Earth became my home.

It became familiar like a security blanket that embraced me every time the sun set. Every human I took under my wing was entertaining and I watched them grow up to become who they needed to be.

I was satisfied with that.

Or I thought I was.

I have witnessed debauchery and even had partaken in some. Yet, in all my Immortal years, no one truly piqued my interest. I was content, yes, but just like the other Angels, I was content to the point of numbness.

I couldn’t comprehend passion. I was always in awe of how humans pursued their goals to the point of obsession.

How they died for love for example.

Or how they ruined the lives they worked so hard for due to unquenchable lust.

I never understood it.

My Fallen Brothers and Sisters have tried to explain it to me, and yet, I could never grasp the concept.

I couldn’t feel it.

Until I was assigned to her.

She was remarkable in every way. Her life had not always been easy and if it were anyone else, they would already have gone mad. Although the Creator had not been kind to her, she stood tall and kept her strides even and sure. Even though she was falling apart, she still kept putting herself back together and welcomed others in her arms. She healed them even when she was left bleeding on her own.

She was not perfect.

No one was.

Like the others, she followed her desires until they no longer served her. As long as no one else gets hurt. I heard her once say to herself.

Camila Villa Guerra.

A raven-haired woman with a heart of steel and a golden soul. Despite the adversities, she never gave up or stayed down for so long.

She never strayed.

Until she lost him.

Camila was engaged to the love of her life, John Constance. They had been childhood friends and their love eventually blossomed as they got older. He became her anchor and someone that she could only trust. However, the Creator was not known to be kind and her little piece of haven was torn away just as fast as she found it.

John was found murdered in an alleyway with his heart and several body parts missing as if he was attacked by a wild animal. He was. By a newborn Lycan.

And it was enough to break her.

She stopped eating.

She stopped working which eventually resulted in her losing her job. She stopped speaking to her friends and family. She isolated herself and estranged herself from everyone who ever loved her.

She began hanging out with questionable individuals which led her to the Underworld. To my world.

My job was to watch and become a witness to her actions until I received further instructions. I didn’t understand the reason behind it in the beginning, but as she continued to become more involved and more influential in the Underworld, I was starting to understand my purpose.

I was to eliminate her.

I was to drag her soul into the deepest parts of Tartarus.

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Every night, Camila came home soaked in either alcohol or silver Immortal Ichor. Often, both. She had found bliss in tormenting unsuspecting Dark Seelies and taking up assassination jobs from the Vampyre Council. Anything that would drown her hunger for vengeance and lust for chaos.

She never noticed me nor could see me before. After all, a normal human was not born with the Sight, and even if she was, I was powerful enough to keep her in the dark. Angels required specific sigils and binding runes. Such information was well-kept and only specific individuals knew where the records were hidden.

I was the perfect man to drag her where she belonged.

Yet, like most nights, I found myself fascinated with her every movement, and how in those moments, I would forget my purpose. I inched closer to her until I could feel the warmth of her body. I watched her clothing slide off her and how she scrubbed every inch of her skin. She hummed while she bathed and I found myself in the same room as her, listening to her voice and deeply inhaling her scent from her undergarments.

Once she was done, her skin glistened. I observed every droplet of water run down her torso, wishing to taste them. I followed her every movement and how her bosoms bounced each time.

I was enraptured by her and I wanted nothing else but to run my hands on her soft, tanned, skin.

Camila usually opted for more comfortable clothing in her sleep but tonight was different. She wore dark laces and perfumes that dulled my senses. I knew what I needed to do. I had a job to do. And if I failed, the Council would officially demand my fall, rip out my wings, and happily send me to Tartarus to burn with my Fallen Brothers and Sisters.

But I couldn’t get myself to move as I watched her hand travel down between her legs while the other hand squeezed her breast. Her lips parted and let out a soft moan. Her chest rose and fell as she breathed heavily. Her damp hair was splayed across the pillow as she thoroughly enjoyed herself.

I squeezed my eyes shut and decided to leave the room. There was always tomorrow. I didn’t have to fulfill my task tonight.

Not tonight.

“Where are you going?” I heard her ask softly. “Do you not like what you see?”

I froze. How could she see me through my glamour? She was a normal human who did not have the gift of sight!

Her arms wrapped around my waist as her chest pressed against my back. Her left hand travelled further down where my cock strained against my pants. Immediately, I caught her wrist and faced her. She wore a triumphant smirk as she tilted her head.

“How could you―” but before I could finish that question, I noticed the small, golden, Celestial Sigil on her left palm.

The Sigil of Sight specifically with my binding rune on it.

She knew. She knew that I was there the whole time.

Watching. Wanting. Waiting.

“Don’t worry,” she purred. “I only got that tattooed today. Although I’ve always had an inkling you have been around for a long time.”

Her fingers ran through my brunette locks and then down to my neck, sending warm shivers down my spine. “You are just as beautiful as I expected you to be.”

“Don’t mess with me, human” I warned, but my voice wavered as she unbuttoned my shirt.

“No?” Her lips brushed across my chest as my grip on her wrist loosened. “I never had an angel before. You can be my first.”

“Camila, stop. I can’t. Not with you,” it came out as a whisper as her other hand freed my hardened member.

“Why?” She knelt as her lips grazed at the tip. “Is it because I am the embodiment of sin for you, Gabriel?”

“How did you―fuck, Camila!” I groaned as her mouth enclosed around it and sucked hard. My knees buckled as my back thudded against the wall. Subconsciously, I grabbed her hair and pulled. She let out a loud moan which nearly put me on edge.

She let go as she peered at me from her thick lashes. “Let me be your sin, Gabriel. I know you want it. I won’t tell.”

She licked her fingers and continued to pleasure herself as her tongue ran down my length. “Stop resisting and just fuck me already,” she urged. “Please, Gabriel.”

I yanked her back up to her feet then shoved her to the edge of the bed. Bending her over, my hand flew across her ass, leaving a red imprint behind. She screamed and it was immediately followed by a giggle. Moisture dripped down her leg as she asked me to fuck her.

But not yet.

I spread her cheeks and knelt before her. I groaned as I savoured her taste, and listened to her mewlings. She squirmed but I firmly held her in place as my tongue played with her clit. My fingers entered her as I pleased. I sped up to get her close, just enough to put her on edge, but then I would immediately slow down to hear her curse my name and plea harder.

“Gabriel,” she huffed as she shot me a furious look. “Put it in me now. Please!”

“No,” I said even though every part of me desired nothing else but.

“Please?” She pleaded, her skin glistened with sweat. “Please. Stop torturing me. Fuck me. Please.”

My mouth nibbled on her neck as I let my fingers get coated with her. She was soaking wet and my cock salivated with a need to feel her inside. I was edging her closer but it was only a matter of time before my willpower snapped.

I pulled out my fingers and put them in her mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked on them with gusto. Her tongue played in between. “Please?”

Unable to resist any further, I guided myself into her and gasped at how her walls gripped me tightly. Greedy to feel more of her, I grabbed her waist as I synchronized her movements with mine.

Harder!

More!

Yes…

Nggh Gabriel. Enough teasing. Please…

Don’t stop, don’t stop…nngh

“You are so fucking wet.” I snatched her hair back which only made her whimper louder and implored for more.

And I wanted more. So much more.

I pulled out and flipped her to her back. I squeezed her breast as I put each one in my mouth, my tongue playing with her pink nipples. When I pulled away, her mouth parted as she breathed heavily, and her eyes were clouded with desire. I brought her mouth into mine and nibbled at her lower lip. So many years of longing. Years of waiting, of watching, of denying the ache to touch and feel her heat against my skin. Years of jealousy as another man took her, and years of guilt as I felt a sense of satisfaction when he was eradicated from the picture.

She belonged to me. Always have. And always would.

Bringing one of her legs onto my shoulder, I fucked her once more. This time, slow and deliberate. Making her yearn, edging her some more, until even I could no longer wait. Until all I wanted to do was to lose myself in her taste, in how she felt, in her cries, and how her nails dug deeply into my skin.

Her toes curled. Her walls tightened further around me, making me come as she did.

Spent, I rolled off her so I wouldn’t crush her with my weight. Then, I pulled her to lie on top of me, her hair on my face, as she breathed heavily on my neck.

“Are you still going to drag me to Tartarus?” She muttered and I squeezed my eyes shut.

“Yes,” I answered as I gently kissed every part of her. If she was going there, then I would go down with her as I let her consume every part of my Immortal being.

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Hi, I’m CyCy!

Thank you for reading! Whew. This is the first time I posted graphic erotica online that is attached to my name.

This One-Shot is part of the Soul Exchange Universe, and slowly, I will be releasing them here too. The reason why I kept them under wraps was because of how graphic they all are…horror and romance.

They are all interconnected, and as you start reading my other work in the future, you will find me referencing them 😝

You see, Soul Exchange was originally planned as a series of graphic novels, but since my art skills are not quite there yet, I began writing instead. Maybe, one day, I would be able to draw it too (now, wouldn’t that be something?)

Anyway, check out Lost In Your Eyes as well!

P.S. I’m a multi-genre writer and if you like a little bit of everything, then you have found the right person!

P.P.S. For my horror readers, I will update Wake Up. Because it is a dark series, I am worried about publishing the rest of the chapters. As soon as I am sure that I won’t get in trouble for putting them up here, I’ll let you guys know via Twitter/X or on Threads (you can follow me on those accounts @ cyrls_corner)