Page 13 of Under His Wings

Some celestials and abyssals liked to cheat by making their bodies impervious to such a human thing such as a gag reflex, but for me fighting against it was half the fun. As I went lower and took more of Zach’s length into me I had to swallow to keep the instinctual reaction at bay and open up my throat, inviting a now completely hard length into tight, wet warmth. It got me my first prize: a moan. My throat spasmed as I tried to take it all and I had to pull back to gasp for air.

I know how I had to look; hair mussed, cheeks flushed, my cock plump between my legs, my mouth shiny with spit and precum. I looked like a dream. But I was going to look even better with cum all over my face. I wanted Zach to lose a bit of that iron control, so the next time I dove in I decided to pull out all the stops. I curled my tongue just so, pushing at the tender underside of his dick. I ran my hands over his thighs, which were sensitive even through the layers of clothing – in fact I hoped the sensation of the material sliding over skin made a nice counterpoint that heightened the other sensations. That stoic veneer of my lover's was finally starting to crack and, being the demon I was, I sank my claws and teeth in to widen that crack, to get under his skin. When I started to suck, my cheeks hollowing in a way I knew made me look like a practiced whore, Zach’s hips couldn’t stay still anymore and he was panting loudly, moans waiting on the tip of his tongue.

I pulled back only enough to gasp out,

“Fuck my mouth. Please.”

He did.

With a hand gripped in my hair he fucked into me as much as he pulled me onto his cock, the motion slamming him deep inside my throat. He was losing himself and I was there with him all the way, so ready to come—

Wait, I wasn’t supposed to come.

When I thought about that night later (I thought about it a lot) I was convinced that it was the moan of misery from my throat that made Zach come. I drank the sound of his guttural moans as much as I drank his cum, letting my throat flutter around him and milk every drop he could give me. When he pulled away, spent, panting, I grinned up at him, proud of making him like this.

“Thank you for the meal. It was delicious as always.”

And if Zach groaned at my bad joke... well, seeing him like this, casually rolling his eyes at me and then giving me a smile, his cheeks still flushed, was a privilege in its own right.

Chapter 8

Weeks later, I flushed as I remembered Zach’s parting words that morning.

“I’m not so cruel as to tell you to not come at all until we meet next time... But when you take yourself in hand you will feel how it’s nothing compared to what I can give you. Won’t you, Hellion?”

It pissed me off that he was right.

No matter how I tried to distract myself, the lust I felt was a shimmering sensation in the background, a static buzz that wouldn’t leave me alone, like a catchy song that plays on repeat in your head.

What was even worse, I didn’t have much of an excuse for not going to fulfill my wants now as I had an explicit invitation to drop by Zach’s place whenever I wanted. In the end, I had succumbed to my frustration and found myself in front of the building Zachariel lived in. Before I went in, I idly scanned the building with my power to see if he was inside. A flash of an angelic signature gave me pause. It didn’t feel like Zachariel... or rather, it felt like he was in there with another angel.

I could just leave. But I was a curious beast and I wanted to see what was going on. It could be a friendly visit but if it was a superior... or even worse, a lover...

Most demons wouldn’t be able to accomplish what I tried in that moment but thanks to my prolonged stay on Earth I was very good at hiding my signature; good enough to hide even from other higher beings for a little while. Cloaked in such a way, my power layered over itself to not leak out, I spread my wings and with a few beats I hovered just outside the window of Zachariel’s apartment. And lo and behold, there was indeed another angel there. One I recognized.

What the fuck was Archangel Gabriel doing here?

I wasn’t so sure about being safe from being found out anymore. The Archangels were in another league and I didn’t want to end up on ones radar so I backed off as quickly as I could.

But not before I caught a glimpse of the two angels arguing.

I should probably just cancel my plans, or even cancel our association altogether if that was the crowd Zach was hanging out with, but I had to admit I was a little... worried. As far as I knew Zachariel was just a lowly angel, as low in the hierarchy as I was, and an Archangel had enough power to write Zach out of existence or make his life hell, maybe even literally, if Zach pissed him off enough. And I knew how strong-willed the angel was.

So, I abandoned the immediate area but returned a few minutes later, after I felt the second signature leave. I knocked on the door and the angel opened it a bit harshly then blinked at me in surprise.

“No,” he said when he saw the flirtatious smile I tried to hide my worry behind. “Not today.”

He looked exhausted, on edge. Whatever was going on was taking a toll on him.

“I can leave,” I said. “But... I thought maybe you would like to have dinner with me? There’s this new restaurant on the 5th street I’m dying to try...”

“You would...” Zach looked thrown but that spark returned to his eyes. “You want to go with me... on a date?”

“W-who said it’s a date!” I spluttered. “It’s just eating out together! Like friends do. Shit, not that we are friends...”

“I would love to,” Zach put me out of my misery as I rubbed the back of my neck not looking at him.

That’s how we found ourselves in Whoop’a’Burger with plates of greasy food in front of us.

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