By the time Michael and Emilia made it back to Elysium Emilia had fallen asleep.
As they reached the castle's outer entrance Michael could see his beautiful wife Amelia waiting for them.
Emilia resembled her mother in so many ways. Both had beautiful orange, red hair, and fair skin. Their beauty was an ethereal beauty with an ultimate romantic aesthetics that channeled a mesmerizing otherworldly delicacy. There was no being in the heaves or Earth who could dispute their beautiful, angelic features. Michel knew that as Emilia continue to grow her beauty would become more pronounce. At times he worried about all those who would be enchanted by her, but soon he would chase those thoughts away. Emilia was still a child.
Amelia noticed that her daughter was asleep, and she was prepared to wake her up. She was not about to tolerate this midnight tantrum. Someone could have gotten hurt, but just as she was about to raise her voice her husband's pleading eyes caught her attention.
He was so easily manipulated. The power her daughter had on her husband was on another level.
But fine for tonight she will let it slide after all it was late in the night.
Michael slid down Eclipse with Emilia in his arms. He looked at his wife's eyes and as soon as he approached her with the sleeping child, he landed a quick kiss on her lips.
"I will be taking her to her room" He whispered.
"Fine, but do not think for a second that this is over" Amelia grunted and Michael could only hope this anger of hers would disappear by the morning.
Before his wife could say anything, else Michael sprinted inside the castle and started climbing the stairs leading to the second floor. Emilia's room was in the far corner. As he opened the door, he could see nanny was already there waiting for them. Nanny was a human and she had been taking care of Emilia since she was born. Although, she was not a celestial being her wisdom was unparalleled.
It was her who had convinced Michael to let Emilia attend the academy. As nanny had word it, "You will lose your daughter if you don't learn to let her go..."
Michael knew he had to let Emilia breath, and therefore nanny's advice came at the right time.
Michael placed Emilia on the bed and exited the room leaving Emilia to nanny's care. He knew that even if he ordered nanny to go rest, she would refuse. She wouldn't leave Emilia's side tonight.
As Michael made it back to his room, he was preparing himself to confront his wife. Even though he was the all-powerful Archangel Michael in front of Amelia he was, nothing but a weekly husband.
As soon as he opened the door to his bedroom, he knew he was not wrong at preparing himself. Amelia was standing right in front of the door waiting for him with her arms cross and a straight back like a soldier. Her face was rigid, expressing no emotion.
"I will not argue with you. I do not want to fight, but I will not let you turn my child into a spoil princess who has no consideration for those around her." Amelia declared in an even, calm tone.
Sometimes Michael preferred if his wife would scream. Seeing her so calm scared him more than any evil he had ever confronted.
Michael understood Amelia, but he was also aware that his attitude towards his daughter, was what had pushed her to act this way. He was sure even Amelia knew this.
"Wife, I have agreed to let Emilia attend the academy in the village" Michael declared and although Amelia was planning a way to scold her daughter, she could not help but feel happiness at the sudden news.
Amelia knew just how much her daughter craved for friends and while she had tried many times to make this happen, she had never succeeded. Michael was always worried that friends would diverge Emilia from her path. Amelia understood Michael's worries, and this is why she had never pushed the subject. She understood that Emilia had to go thru and withstand rigid training, but deep in her mind Amelia could not help but doubt the need for such inflexibility. Peace has been preserved for so long. There is no need for Emilia to be pushed this hard. Angels have eternal life so as far as Amelia was concerned there was plenty of time for her daughter's training.
Amelia was happy. She felt joy that she was not able to hide, nor did she want to.
"Do not get so happy wife" Michael said. "Nothing changes. Emilia is still expected to follow a strict curriculum, the only difference is that now she will do it in the company of other beings."
Amelia just smiled at her husband and closing the distance between them, she placed her hands on his chest.
"You love our daughter. You try to be strict, but always your love for her wins." As Amelia said these words a smile could be seen on her face. Such a captivating smile that Michael felt he was going to lose control. For him the smile that Amelia was giving him expressed multiple emotions including love, want and need. Every day he thanked the heavens for his beautiful wife and everyday he fell for her more and more.
Michael leaned closer and closer to Amelia until his lips were next to her ear, "I love my daughter, yes" Michael whispered. His hot breath so close to her neck that it sent chills down Amelia's spine. He retreated from her ear and rested his forehead on hers. He took in a deep breath taking in his wife's sweet smell. For him this smell of pureness was an aphrodisiac that could make him loose control in no time. Michael opened his eyes and met the loving gaze of his wife. Her beautiful blue, gray eyes matching the intensity of his emeralds. Both pair of eyes filled with possession over one another.
"But I also love my wife." Michael hugged Amelia's waist and brought her body closer to his. The heat that surrounded them could never be unmatched. He kissed her forehead then moved down to her cheek, then to her nose and finally he found her plum limps that were growing impatient with his teasing.
The kiss which started like a small peck soon evolved into a hungry kiss that promise a long night for both.
Amelia's hands instantly travel down Michael's chest. Her hand roaming on top of his white tunic until it became bothersome. Amelia wanted to touch him, to savor him, to feel him.
Then suddenly her hands came to a stop as she held the front of his tunic. She looked up and met his gaze, daring him to stop her. Michael however, had to intention of doing such thing. He loved when his wife took control as much as he loved when he was able to tame her. Tonight he was going to let her do as she pleased.
With their gaze firmly met, Amelia moved her hands to opposite directions pulling at the tunic and ripping it into halves in the process.
"Oops" was all Amelia could say as she smiled at him. It was a daring smile that sent chills down Michael's back.
Michael stayed frozen, not daring, no not wanting to move. He wanted to see how far she was willing to go and he was not disappointed.
"I guess I have to make it up to you for destroying your shirt" Amelia whispered near his ear before letting her tongue travel to the back of his ear, licking the area and ending her teasing with a small and daring bite.
Seeing that her husband was yet to move a finger Amelia knew that this was a challenge.
"Let's see how long you can last in your statue mode," Amelia said in a husky voice.
Her hands then traveled to his neck, lifting his chin to give her more access to her daring tongue. She started kissing his neck with her wet and hot tongue. She wanted to break him. To make him loose control. Soon her hands worked their magic and she got rid of the remaining pieces of tunic that were still hanging on to his body. Her hands travel to his exposed chest, and she caressed his pecks giving extra attention to his nipples which were erect with longing. She made her way down and took one of his nipples in her mouth, licking it and biting it. With her hand she started running circles on his other nipple. She desperately wanted him to lose control, but it looked like she was losing this game as the one losing control was her. Her husband's body was just too perfect for her to remain sane. She wanted to devour him.
As she continued with her exploration, she made her way down. Getting on her knees she knelt just before his erection which was still cover by his trousers. Although, he was still playing as if he was a human statue his body always betrayed him. His growing bulge gave him away easily. She started pulling his pants down, desperate with anticipation. When his erect penis came into her view, she could do nothing else, but lick her lips. She was almost drooling, and as embarrassed as she was for behaving this way, she knew that there was no other way to react at her husband's perfect physic. She looked up at him once more, then just before he could think of anything else she grabbed his penis and put it in her mouth. She put as much as she could inside her mouth and then she started to fuck mouth him. She was hungry for him and there was nothing anyone could say to stop her. She used her tongue to lick the bottom of his penis but kept her in and out motions in a fluid manner. She loved having him in her mouth. It excited her to know that she was the only person in this world who could have him this way.
Her mouth kept sucking him in, not letting him go until he could not take it anyone. She had won and he was okay with that. In a swift move he grabbed the back of her head and trusted his engorge penis further inside her mouth. Amelia felt that his member reached the back of her throat, but she did not care. She ignored the tears streaming down her eyes and focus on sucking him more and more. Michael found a rhythm of in and out, not letting her come out for a single breath. She was the one who had started it so now she had to take responsibility for him. Amelia moved her hands to his buttocks helping him move faster. She grabbed his buttocks and in desperation dug her nails in. This only sent Michael into a deeper frenzy of want and need. He moved his hands to her hair and after getting a good hold on her he pushed himself inside two more times before pulling her face away from his member.
All that could be heard on the room was a roar of pleasure and extasy. Michael came hard and it felt so good.
He looked down at his wife who was till kneeling on the floor and gave her a wicked smile before pulling her up to her feet and carrying her to the bed.
"My turn" was all Michael said before throwing her on the bed and climbing on top of her.