A Gay Erotica Excerpt: The Book of Tzyeriel
Detailing a lusty encounter between fallen angels
The following is a sample of the MM erotica short story, The Book of Tzyeriel. The full version will be available as a free download within the ebook version of my next book release, The Devil's Beloved.
Tzyeriel was an odd duck. Usually, angels of wrath carried themselves with an air of solemn duty, but the broad-chested, armored Seraph approached each of his assignments with a smile on his face, whistling pleasantly as he plucked the scrolls of righteous punishment from his commanding officer's hands.
One day, he was sent to a western region of the mortal realm to deal with a fallen angel who had been causing problems for local humans. Tzyeriel landed on a bustling city street, and wandered unseen among them. All around him, shirtless men laughed and drank under the hot midday sun.
As he walked by, music pulsed from the nearby open bars. He nodded in time to one of the tunes, a rather synth-heavy piece overlaid by a voice as smooth as butter. The Seraph smiled and began to dance in his clumsy way, swept up by the rhythm.
His halo shimmered the way it always did when he drew near a fallen one. Tzyeriel grinned cheerily, pulled out his long leather lash, and followed his halo's ever-brightening glow like a compass. The light led him down a blind alleyway. Bits of trash lay about like autumn leaves. Tzyeriel saw the shadowy figure of the fallen one disappear behind a dumpster. The Seraph tiptoed toward him, hoping he might be able to surprise him.
He was surprised and a little confused by what he found. There were not one, but two fallen awaiting him, although they were far too busy to notice his sudden appearance. The larger one, an angel named Chazaqiel, was down on his knees, while Tzyeriel's assignment, the angel Armaros, was facing the wall with his arms and legs spread wide open. Curious, Tzyeriel watched to see what they were up to, only to realize Chazaqiel was... The Seraph cocked his head and thought,
"Why does he have his face buried in Armaros's bottom?" Tzyeriel set aside his whip and stood, silently watching them.
Before long, Chazaqiel stood up from his crouched position, spat into his hand, and ran the spittle up and down his large erection. He entered Armaros slowly, filling him inch by inch until he reached the hilt. Armaros moaned in pleasure, pushing himself against Chazaqiel. The larger angel pulled back and forth, swiftly slamming his hips into Armaros with immense force.
Tzyeriel felt an unexplainable excitement as he watched them. His own length grew tight against his codpiece until he could bear it no longer. He unlatched himself and pulled his erect shaft free.
Chazaqiel finally noticed him. He stared blankly at the Seraph as he continued penetrating Armaros. There was something in that gaze that sent Tzyeriel over the edge.
The angel of Heaven came, and it was good.