Dreams of us: #6

I dream of winged people, but when I shake my back feathers fall off. You grab my hand as we stand on a cliff and I look at you, and you have wings to. You face is full of panic, I can see the worry in your eyes and I am afraid. I have never seen you worried before. "Hurry up." You tug on my arm as you jump, spreading you wings on the descent, I turn around demon are bearing grins as the run to try and catch me. I jump without thinking, wings spread like second nature soaring past you. You catch up, in the blink of an eye. "How did they find us?" I say over the wind that is wiping my hair back. You shrug, I know all that matters now is how we get rid of them. I spin downward to the trees, you don't question me, you follow, we are holding each other as we enter the trees. We land silently and I pull a sword from in between my shoulder blades. In glows a light blue hue, you smile, knowing that this means we will fight. You square you shoulder and grin like a madman with the opportunity to kill you captures. I kiss you, the kiss was so filled with passion I feared the trees would catch fire from the intensity of it. You pull back, the mix of desire and violence in your eyes makes me want to scar you body with my nails as our bodies climax in intense pleasure. I have to turn away before I let the lust for your body take over my mind. The hilt of my sword felt cool in my hands, the weight familiar and the power in my body,.exhilarating. I could feel my heart pound sweet adrenaline through my body. I pull my wings in to keep them from being marred. The first demon is on you before I have had the chance to notice, you pull his arm from his body, blood that looks like inks pulls from its body as it shrieks in pain. I smile momentarily before turning and swinging my blade into the neck of an approaching abomination. I hear the crack of bone under my blade and give a wicked grin, I think to myself, who said angels can't have fun. We keep dealing death like a fresh hand of cards to losers at a poker game; with grin broad because we know that we will win. When the slaughter is over and our bodies are covered in the ink that is the enemy's blood, you grab me and kiss me deeply. You tear my already tore clothes away and throw onto the ground. Thrusting yourself into me like an animal with no control, the pain shooting throw my body and it hurts as much as it is pleasing me. I dig my nails deep into the flesh that line you spine. You wings wrapped as a cocoon, our cries of pleasure filling the air causing the birds to fly away. Our juices mixing with the blood of the freshly dead as we climax. We smile and look into each others eyes, I love you were exchanged, then we sleep the sleep of warriors but we dream the dreams of lovers. ♥