Page 5 of Under His Wings

Air rattled in my lungs as I tried to breathe around the whimpering moans in my own mouth, my throat squeezing when my body released like a guitar string snapping from too much pressure. I was writhing under the angel, keening, whimpering, utterly devastated by my orgasm. I snapped my hips mindlessly into Zachariel’s hole to fill it with the thick whiteness of my cum. The seed of a demon finding a place inside an angel... there was something wrong with it, but at the moment I couldn’t remember what. I only felt the bliss and the need to possess. My hips gradually slowed down, the spurts of my cum deposited where they belonged.

I felt a soft touch of fingers on my face and a tongue licking my cheek.

“You are so beautiful when you cry,” my angel murmured softly between his still labored breaths.

Did I... was I crying? I blinked my hazy eyes and felt the wetness clinging to my lashes.

“Such a good boy,” the angel soothed before I could even start to get worked up.

There was a burst of angelic power and I found myself cleaned, the angel’s cum gone.

I made an unconscious mournful sound. I didn’t get to taste it!

Zachariel laughed and shifted me to the side, so that we both could fit into the bed. Grudgingly, I followed his example and vanished my wings.

“Be a good boy for me and go to sleep. And maybe I will let you taste my cum as a reward,” the angel whispered, cuddling me close, my languid body shaping itself around his.

I fell asleep fast; safe and full of contentment.

I dreamed of touching Zachariel’s wings.

Chapter 3

Warmth. It’s the first thing I felt as my mind woke up slowly, leisurely, the contentedness of the moment almost making me purr. I shifted, like a cat lazily stretching out its spine, feeling the rays of sunlight kiss my skin. My hand petted the silky sheets lazily, enjoying the smooth sensation under my fingertips. With a sigh, I burrowed myself into the covers, intending to drift into a peaceful sleep once more.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard a whimper from next to me.

Fuck! Memories rushed into my mind like a freight train, bulldozing over any restfulness I found. I was at an angel’s place. I let myself be vulnerable in front of one of Heaven’s goons. Let myself sleep soundly next to someone I barely knew. Who I shouldn’t trust. And now that angel was... in pain?

I took in the whimpering form of the blond angel. He looked miserable, his brows knitted in anguish, and he curled up on his side, as if to protect himself.

Oh, I realized with a surprise, He’s still sleeping.

A nightmare wasn’t something unique among humans, but we, both feathered kinds, never had the ability to dream. Sleep was a recharging state used to consolidate and replenish one’s power, but angels and demons didn’t need dreams. In all my hundreds of years of existence I've never heard of angels dreaming, much less having nightmares. Well, maybe I did hear something once or twice, but I had put those rumors between the pages of a fairytale book. Such a thing was impossible. Ha, but Zachariel just loved to prove me wrong when I thought something was impossible. Just like I thought I couldn’t submit to anyone...

I wrenched my mind away from that topic and reached out a hand towards Zachariel, but hesitated before my fingertips could reach the his back. Wasn’t there something about not waking humans from nightmares, as it may have a negative effect? But when Zachariel made a stifled scream and started a frantic litany of “No, no, no, NO!” I couldn’t just watch.

“Zachariel!” I shook him not too gently.

“No... no, please, no!”

How could I get to him? Using my power would probably frighten him further and the physical touch did not help... Time for another method.

“You are... safe,” I started awkwardly. Such platitudes were not my specialty! “It’s just a dream. Nothing bad is happening.”

I shifted to cradle his form from behind, trying to not constrict him but provide a steady presence.

“Don’t be afraid. I’m here, I’m with you,” I said the words that should be spoken by an angel and not a filthy demon like me.

To my consternation it worked.

Zach’s restlessness turned into a moment of painful stillness. He was awake.

The angel escaped from the circle of my arms as if he was burned, his long strides bringing him to the bathroom, the door closing behind him with a loud thud.

Ah. I should have expected this.

I was gone before the angel came out, knowing I wasn’t wanted.

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