Page 4 of Under His Wings

Warm hands cradled me carefully, and I didn’t protest against being manhandled into laying on my back once more. My breath stuttered as Zachariel straightened the black feathers of my wings, ensuring I could lie comfortably. When was the last time someone groomed my wings...? I nearly melted under the delicate touches, becoming even more of a putty in the angel’s hands. I wondered how it would feel to return the favor. If touching the white feathers would be allowed. But Zachariel didn’t even take his wings out yet; he stayed in his fully human form, so I didn’t ask.

“Lie here, gorgeous, and catch your breath while I prepare myself,” the blond man intoned warmly, pecking me innocently on the lips before he straightened and reached to the side to fish out a bottle of lubricant.

Oh.

Right, he said he wanted my cock inside him.

I looked down at my limp cock with a frown, but as Zachariel put the first slick finger inside himself, and gave a truly pornographic groan, I decided it wouldn’t be a problem for long. My erection was already slowly stirring to life as all my blood traveled south. I watched the show with half-lidded eyes, taking in the gorgeous man opening himself on his own fingers without an ounce of shame. His cock was bobbing softly, a string of precum landing on my stomach, a tantalizing evidence of debauchery. I wanted to make him even more dirty, so I reached out for his cock, but he batted my hand away.

“No, sweetheart, I will come when I’m split on your cock and no sooner. Now, place those wandering hands here, where I can see them. Good, such an obedient pet. Keep them there. And don’t you dare look away from me,” he whispered to me and I shuddered, my hands clenching into fists where I was keeping them over my head.

As if I could look away from Zachariel. Lucifer himself could appear now, and I would just tell him to get lost. The show of obscene beauty in front of me was taking my breath away, my mouth shaping panting breaths just as the angel’s lips curved around dirty moans. He opened his tight ass with one finger, then two, three... He eyed my raising cock contemplatively, but apparently decided to forgo the fourth finger. It was going to sting with how well-endowed I was, but Zachariel wasn’t human. He could take it. He would take it. I was going to fuck him so hard—

Clever fingers lubed me with brisk efficiency, Zachariel’s hand pumping my erection a few times to bring me to complete hardness before the angel sank down onto my cock.

My hands trembled where I was trying to keep them over my head. Zachariel was going so slow, his hole swallowing my cock in miniscule increments, his knees locked in a position where he controlled the deliberately sluggish pace. God, the warm, tight cavern was too much, but at the same time it was entirely too little. I gasped, my body a tightly coiled spring as the angel continued his punishing pace.

What I wanted was for him to fall onto my cock as fast and hard as I fell from Heaven.

Instead, he descended gently, still in control of himself while I was breaking apart.

“Mmm, Hellion, you are l-louder than me,” the angel panted out, a delighted smirk on his face.

“Nghh!” was all the incoherent response I managed as he finally sank all the way down my cock, his ass meeting my thighs, his weight settling there comfortably and. Not. Moving.

I whined in protest, but my attention was diverted as Zachariel took out his wings, spreading the beautiful white feathers wide, until they reached the walls of the small bedroom. Their color was nearly blinding in its snowy paleness. It was like the white fur of one of those long-haired cats that always looked pristine, even when they spent their days outdoors.

Clean, pure, unsullied wings decorated the angel sitting on my cock. Maybe it was good I couldn’t touch them and spread the dirtiness of the fallen to such perfection. I clenched my fists until I could feel the small pinpricks of pain from the nails biting into my skin.

“Hey, honey, none of that,” gentle hands pried my fingers open. “How about you hold onto me, hmm?” the angel said and transferred my hands to his hips where I could feel the beginning of a gentle motion starting.

The skin under my fingers felt smooth, delicate, but I could sense the hidden strength beneath and my hips quivered at the thought of Zachariel putting his muscles to work to ride me hard.

But first I had to survive the gentle sway of his hips. He was barely moving on my cock, rocking back and forth, as if he didn’t want to part with my dick, just screw it deeper inside of his body. After a minute of this treatment, I couldn’t keep my hips from snapping up, trying to drive harder into the welcoming tightness. The noise I made was nearly animal in nature.

“Is it too much for you, darling?” Zachariel cooed, cupping my deeply flushed cheek with his hand. “Didn’t you learn yet that you can get things... if you ask nicely.”

“Fuck me... ah... let me fuck you...” I made a frustrated whine as my words scrambled all over the place. “Harder, faster, m-more!”

Zachariel was looking at me with fire in his eyes but he still wasn’t moving any faster. There had to be something missing in my words. They were inadequate, I could not have nice things... I could not have any mercy, I did not deserve it.

“Please,” I sobbed.

Oh. That was the magic word.

“A-ah! Fuck! Zachariel... aaa...” I cried out and moaned as the angel started riding me hard and fast, the change of pace nearly giving me whiplash. It felt as if the gentle waves of his sways suddenly changed into a tsunami that rushed over me, took the breath from my lungs, made me powerless under the onslaught of sensation. The ends of my wings thrashed uselessly as the electric charge of desire spread through my whole body, making my spine curve into an arc. My head was thrown back, mouth open and eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“So pretty,” Zachariel panted out. “I’m going to ruin you.”

He was pushing up and sinking down with such ferocity I could barely keep my hands on his hips. My dick was hard as a diamond with each of the thrusts between the pale cheeks, the hole that stretched around me making obscene, sloppy, wet sounds that would make even a whore blush.

I already felt ruined. Ruined by the blissful heat and ruined for anyone else as well. I was pretty sure I was going to come hard enough to see Heaven.

“Fuck me,” the angel ordered and it was the last straw.

I tightened my hands on his hips, pushing bruises into his skin as I pulled him down onto my cock, hard, harder, as if I wanted to reach his throat, fill him forever, leave him stuffed until my cum was overflowing, tainting his pretty marble-white body.

Zachariel moaned, the tips of his wings quivering in bliss. I hammered up into him until he was shouting, spilling his seed all over my body, his hole squeezing like a vice around my cock.

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