Page 9 of The Devil You Know

Michael’s throat bobbed as he swallowed heavily when I traced my fingers down his cheek. Who that ‘someone else’ was made clear by my gesture.

“Do y-you think it will work now?” he asked.

“We will never know if we don’t try.”

My lips touched his with reverence, but the kiss didn’t stay chaste for long. It was Michael who parted his lips to let my tongue inside. I took the engraved invitation to turn the kiss into a wet, dirty slide that left us both panting when we finally pulled apart. Our bodies entwined around each other in the water in a passionate dance, hands mapping every inch of skin. I hadn’t touched Michael like this in so long. Too long. Licking droplets of water from his skin made that electric rush go through me, a reminder of what I had lost and what I was going to reclaim now with all the force.

My teeth bit into his shoulder, leaving a mark.

“Agh! Careful, I’m more delicate now,” Michael chastised, but he moved his head to the side, practically begging me to leave more marks on his skin.

“Now that you are human my marks won’t fade after only a few hours,” I growled, nearly feral with the thought. “You will carry them for days.”

“Maybe... ah... maybe even weeks.”

“Don’t play with fire,” I said. “We can’t afford me marking you as I would like.”

“What are you imagining? Striking my ass with a paddle until it’s all red? Or maybe taking a whip to my back?”

“Michael!”

He laughed at my warning growl.

“I guess just fucking me will have to do for now.”

Incensed at the teasing, I pushed him toward the shore. There was a large boulder that could serve as a place to splay Michael on, so I turned him around and positioned him to half-lay on the stony surface. This way his ass was just above the edge of the water, at a perfect height for me to dive down and attack the angel’s hole with my tongue. We had no oil, but I hoped with enough saliva and careful preparation, putting my big dick into this tiny place would be possible.

I was going to make it so with sheer will and determination to have Michael writhing under me.

My fingers splayed over plump buttocks to reveal the furled ring which was my goal. I felt saliva gather in my mouth at the sight and used it to make the first lick as wet as possible. Michael shuddered under me, his legs shifting, a sign that he wanted more. I was generous and gave it to him; first long licks, then swirls of my tongue to make his ring soften, yield to me until I dared to push inside. The muscles clenched around my tongue as I worked diligently to loosen them to the accompaniment of the angel’s moans.

I spent long minutes enjoying the intimacy of this act, but as Michael grew restless, calling for more with his groans, I added my fingers to the play. For once, I was thankful I didn’t keep my nails long and razor sharp, as some demons were wont to do. Nothing was stopping me from sinking my finger into the hungry hole before me and watching the furled ring swallow it inch by inch. Whether it was my careful preparation or lying on a boulder like a cat stretched out in the sun, Michael was relaxed enough to take my first digit with no problem. I spat onto the hole, to lessen the friction of the second finger going in and heard a sharp inhale from my lover at the dirty gesture.

Two was a bit of a stretch and I spent enough time on this vital part to be sure three wouldn’t hurt Michael’s new human body.

“Enough!” the angel hissed. “Hurry up!”

He was always impatient in bed. It pleased me greatly to have a reason for prolonging his torment.

“But angel! You can’t take it like you would with your heavenly body. What if I hurt you? Feel that? You are still so tight. Clenching around my fingers as if you never want to let go.” I pushed my three fingers into him hard, setting a rhythm that wrung a series of staccato moans from him. “And with my size... I think I should give you four.”

“No! Fuck! I can take it! Just go slow!” Michael insisted.

I gave him three more thrusts, just to drive the point that I was the one in control here, before pulling them out and positioning my cock at the entrance. An idea that I could tease the angel some more by sliding my cockhead over that special place came through my mind, but the truth was Michael wasn’t the only one who was impatient. I couldn’t wait to have him.

I fucked into Michael slowly, steadily, inevitably. Fed my straining dick into the tight hole and gritted my teeth to continue the slow process as the muscles tightened around me like a vice.

“Easy, come on, relax for me. Let me in,” I crooned at him. My voice getting that near hypnotizing tone that resulted in humans writing stories about me being the personification of seduction, of whispers in your ear that make you succumb, are impossible to resist. And, just like Eve and the Garden of Eden, Michael succumbed to me as well, his body welcoming me inside until I was sheathed as far as I could go.

I stayed there, panting, urging my heartbeat to slow down. Michael pushed back against me.

“You little minx,” I groaned. “I’m going to fuck you until you can’t do anything but just lay there and take it.”

“Yeah? I don’t believ—” I stopped Michael’s goading by pulling back and slamming into him. His voice turned into a satisfyingly high pitched gasp and I made sure he didn’t have enough wherewithal to speak anymore. Especially not after I changed the angle just so and hit that special spot inside which made him scramble at the hard stone and then hold onto it with a white-knuckled grip as fucked-out noises fell from his lips.

I always kept my word.

This time, it meant turning my lover into a whimpering puddle of need that could only hang on as I thrust into him. Wrenching wanton sounds from Michael was like catnip to me; I couldn’t get enough of them and each and every one only staked my own pleasure, making me more feral, nearly blind with the desire to possess, claim, bite.

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