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Angel’s Keeping

Author Bio:

When she isn’t visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and

goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting,

customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can’t handle coffee

unless there’s enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her

tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves

tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, Claymore or Buffy

the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.

In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has had several stories published in

anthologies by Breathless Press, including the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014

Ravaged Anthology. She’s also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big

Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes

to have several more tales to tell as time goes on. She has author pages on GoodReads

and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories

occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.

Short blurb:

Why would the King of Incubi send one of his spies out on Christmas Eve?

Unless it is to break her heart…

Long blurb:

As a succubus, preying on humans is Raschael’s business, and mortal holidays

are a frivolous waste of time. So maybe her king meant to punish her when he sent her

out to hunt on Christmas Eve. Or maybe he just wanted her far, far away, so he could

banish Raschael’s one trusted friend.

Your little pet has run off.

Now Raschael must track down a missing fallen angel, and she doesn’t have

a clue where to start. Bigger predators are closing in, and Rasche’s only lead is a

Christmas stripper named Noelle.

Excerpt:

The waitress ditched her tray of drinks and took Rasche by the hand, leading

her into one of the back rooms. The Christmas theme survived even in the private

show quarters, though with a more generous degree of triple-X action. The small

space Raschael’s escort chose had been decorated with garlands and wreaths, and

a stocking hung by the door, but on top of the holiday trimmings there were also

striking boudoir pictures. They all contained the same sweet, golden angel, but in

much less “angelic” form.

Raschael spun to address the woman personally. “Who are you?”

By way of answer, the woman nodded her head at the bright red stocking.

Noelle, it read in sapphire blue, glittery letters across the trim.

“Noelle?” Rasche asked. “Really?”

“Yes, really,” Noelle replied with a brilliant smile. “It really is my God-given

name. Honest.”

“All right, Noelle, then about Kyrie––”

“Oh, now, now.”

Noelle took Rasche’s hand again, stroking her fingers, and led her to the soft

red leather seat stationed in the center of the room. She gestured for Raschael to sit

and, before Raschael could stop her, climbed expertly up into the succubae’s lap.

“First thing’s first, gorgeous. How about we get a little more…intimate?”

She raised a hand and snapped her fingers. The faded strains of Blink 182

from the main room became inaudible, as Lady Gaga’s “Speechless” flowed into the

room’s own speakers. Noelle lowered herself over Raschael’s body, rocking in time

with the sultry piano, wrapping arms around the fallen one’s neck.

Forgetting herself for the briefest of moments, Raschael closed her eyes and

let the first swell of carnal desire stir to life in her loins and chest. The dancer didn’t

stop her when she lifted up her hands and cupped them over warm, soft buttocks.

Noelle smelled of warm vanilla. She had a luscious body, petite with classic

curves, Renaissance in a way…but with eyes closed, Raschael’s mind made her Kyriel,

little and lithe and naughty. Under her hands, Noelle’s plump hindquarters might have

been Kyrie’s slim, boyish ass instead, and the sweet scent of heather rose up with

the remembered sounds of Kyrie’s intoxicated desire, from earlier in the evening.

Rasche lowered her face to nuzzle against a plentiful swell of tender breasts, and she

sighed before she could stop herself, moving her body against the other woman’s with

yearning.

“Why don’t you tell me about your friend,” Noelle whispered against her ear,

gyrating ever-so-delightfully against Raschael’s body. “Why are you out searching for

her on Christmas Eve, hm?”

“She ran away,” Raschael said. Her palms caressed the dancer’s ass

greedily. “And I’m responsible for bringing her back before she gets in trouble.”

Noelle tsk’d her. “Now, now, Raschael. You make her out to be some sort of

bad puppy.”

The dancer extended a leg and swung herself neatly around, facing away

now to grind her pert little rear down on the succubae’s lap instead. Noelle’s hands

stole to hers and guided them up to stroke tits through gauzy white fabric. Raschael’s

fingertips found stiffened nipples, and she teased them through the thin material.

“Who told you my name?” she asked. “Kyrie?”

“Mm, could be…”

Noelle’s hands closed, warm, over Rasche’s own, as the dancer welcomed her

to knead, stroke, and caress. Rasche inclined her head to breathe in deep, relishing the

scent of beautiful blonde hair.

“Listen, honey,” she whispered. “I’m sure as hell enjoying this, and if I had the

time to spare I’d be all over you in ways you can’t even conceive.”

“Mm-hm,” Noelle replied. Her hips rolled in languid, mesmerizing rhythm,

and Rasche let out a little growl as she returned the the motion in kind.

“Oh, sweetness, I’d fuck you until you couldn’t stand,” she said. “But not now.

You’re going to tell me if you’ve seen my girl, and where she is, and then we’ll see

about making it up to you. Sound good?”

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