Gathering

"Hmm," Eve sounded with a smile as her hands run up and down his chest, "How about we make a bet?"

Eve ran her hands under his shirt, scratching gently down his skin. Fingers rolled over his nipples and down to his abs. Lips curving as she heard the slight hiccup of his breath, she moved her hands back up again.

"What is this bet?" Adam questioned moving his own hand over the dip of her lower back and down to explore the roundness of her ass. Firm and the right amount of soft for him, as if she was created from his dreams, just for him.

Her lips touched his and he automatically opened his mouth to suck on her tongue. Moaning, he pressed her ass forward, as their hips touched. Eve pulled back, taking his bottom lip with her before releasing it from her teeth.

"If you could hold out for ten minutes," she whispered against his ear.

He was about to ask what she meant, until he saw her pull away to knee down. Face flushed and heart beating quickly, he might not make it pass the time limit. Swallowing hard, he took a few deep breaths.

'Oh shit,' he watched her eyes, so sharp and clear, stare at him as she rubbed his crotch. He was already half hard.

She unzipped his pants.

'Ten minutes, ten minutes,' he took a deep breath and looked away.

Looking at her would only make it worse, so eyes off her and arms crossed over his chest, Adam bit insides of his cheeks when he felt the first swipe of wet tongue. He fought his hips to stay still as he counted down the time. 60 secs equal 1 minute, so he would need to could a total of 600 seconds right?

'You can do this!' He encouraged himself as he started counting.

1, 2, 3…

Her tongue slid down his long shaft to suckle his balls.

13, 14, 15…

Nails scratched lightly up and down his inner thighs as wet mouth wrapped around his tip.

22, 23, 24…

Adam groaned feeling how hot her mouth was, as his hard penis twitched.

50, 51, 52…

Her tongue slid as she bobbed and sucked.

100, 101, 102…

She moaned and the vibration of it made the nails biting his arms deepened.

140, 141, 142…

She pulled off with a pop and he felt his breath stuttered. Closing his eyes, he felt her fingers wrapped around him and pumped.

277, 278, 279…

Mouth enveloped him like a deadly hug, sucking him dry.

399, 400, 400… 400…

'Fuck!' he gritted his teeth as he uncrossed his arms and came to be faced with Eve, staring up at him sharply like a predator.

420, 420, 400…

'Shit!' he grabbed her hair to slow her down, but it only made her go faster. Bobbing, sucking, licking... He couldn't think clearly as his head cloud with pleasure.

5… 500… 501…

550… 540… 580…

He came shooting into her mouth, tightening his hold in her hair. Panting out, he groaned feeling her suck the rest to swallow. When she was done, he just stared at her dazed and light, like he was a feather in her palm.

"Looks like I get to keep this dress," she smirked licking the corner of her lip as she stood.

He was speechless as the heat against his face tried to cool down. She turned around and walked toward the fire, leaving him to put himself away. That dress, so thin it looked almost translucent on her skin. Tucking himself in, he took a step before a thought crossed his mind.

Grinning, he skipped over to her.

"How about another wager?" He offered and Eve looked at him with a curious smile.

'Good,' he laughed to himself.

"I bet I can make you orgasm in less than ten minutes," he said confidently.

'Does he really think he would win?' Eve let out a laugh.

"You can try."

In the end, it took Adam 23 minutes to get her to orgasm. He sulked in a corner, before he felt ready to face his pride, or lack thereof.

==

"Father," the angel kneed down, "I have news."

Seeing the nod from God, the angel continued, "The demons have arrived on surface and are killing any living creatures in their path."

The King of Heavens nodded and sighed.

"They are headed to the cathedral that Eve had occupy," He announced and looked over at Michael, "It is time, my son."

His loyal angel nodded and walked out with his fellow brothers. He took out the small whistle from his pouch and blew. No sound emitted to the naked ear, but for an angel, it was loud and clear. Within a few minutes, his brothers and sisters surrounded him with a bow.

"It is time!" he shouted, "The demons are killing mankind. We must stop them."

Shouts of agreement echoed and Michael looked over to one of the angels.

"How do you fare?" he questioned.

"I am better brother," the angel answered and he nodded.

The young angel was tortured and killed not too long ago, but his will and strength could be envious for many. Crossing his arms, the elder angel looked at the sheer amount of his brothers and sisters. This war may last years, centuries even. He glanced at the small room off to the side of the palace. His brother, the most naïve of them all, should join them in this fight. However, God was not ready for Gabriel's return.

He had betrayed them.

Looking back at the angel before him, young but strong, Michael cupped his shoulder.

"Good," he stated, "You will handle the East coast."

"I shall give justice to those who need them," the angel stood straight, broad shoulders and deep voice.

"You will command some of our brethren, we need to complete our tasks," the seasoned angel stated, "You will not fail this time, do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good, now choose who you will bring with you, Azrael."