Page 12 of The Devil You Know

Oh... it felt different in a human body. Somehow... more? There was an intensity, a deep ache within me that turned into bliss. Every sensation was so... raw. I welcomed the volley of pleasure with a groan, not even trying to keep my noises back. Why would I? My loyal servant should hear how much he was pleasing his princess.

My mouth was perpetually open, my body lax as Michael fucked into me and made my toes curl when he hit that special spot. Again, and again, and again, until I felt like molten gold, a treasure properly admired by those blue eyes full of want.

“Is it good?” Michael asked like a dog looking for a pat from his owner for performing a trick well.

“Magnificent. Make me come,” I ordered with all the haughtiness I could muster with my breathy voice.

“Yes,” the angel said and went to work, his hips snapping forward just how I wanted.

“Yes, who?” I demanded.

“Yes, your Majesty,” Michael responded eagerly.

That title was for a King and not a Princess, but I let it slide. The details were unimportant. What I focused on was the fact Michael wanted to show me respect, worship me, do anything I wished. I felt how much he wanted to make me come in his stuttering thrusts, the way his hands gripped me but took care not to do it too tightly, the wild look in his eyes.

It was enough. A high cry reverberated in the cavern, the stone walls bringing back the echo of my moans as I threw my head back and came in long spurts, basking in the satisfaction of the blissful climax. I collapsed onto the bedding, even more tired than before, but extremely satisfied. The bliss languishing deep in my bones.

After a minute, my senses zeroed back onto the sounds of heavy breathing. I looked at Michael’s shaking form above me. He stopped thrusting into me after I came, but he didn’t take his cock out of me. I used my foot to push him back until we weren’t joined anymore. Michael made a desperate whine but closed his eyes as if he already accepted the fact he wouldn’t be allowed to come. That his hard dick, veins pulsing with rushing blood, wouldn’t find a release today.

“I’m tired. But as you are my loyal subject... I will allow you to take care of yourself,” I decided to be magnanimous. I ran my hand over my stomach where my own cum was cooling down, drawing swirling patterns in it, making Michael’s gaze follow my fingers with animal hunger. “Well?”

Michael scrambled for his chance, his hand going to his erection as soon as he realized he could touch it. His cheeks were flushed with a fetching blush as he looked at me as if I had given him the stars. His eyes glazed over even more as he set a nearly brutal rhythm, his shaft gripped hard, the slide made easier with how much precum he was spilling.

He looked good enough to eat, but I was too comfortable in my spot to do anything about it, so I only gave a hum of approval. Seeing how that nearly pushed my lover over I added fuel to the fire.

“You belong to me, don’t you? So, give me what you have. Come on me.”

Michael moved so fast I nearly believed he got his powers back. And just in time; the moment he got back on top of me he was coming, long stripes of white painting my chest and my neck.

“A pearl necklace. A beautiful gift from my most loyal subject,” I purred.

I mustered all my strength and moved my hand to Michael’s head, where he was panting into my neck as if he just finished a marathon. I nearly fell asleep like that until Michael stirred back to coherency.

“Let me clean you up,” the angel said.

“Mmm, yes,” I agreed, but when Michael got to his feet I pulled him back down. “Clean. Me. Up.”

I watched the realization dawn in my lover’s eyes. He collapsed onto his knees and lowered his head in supplication.

And then he opened his mouth and licked at our combined cum. His pink tongue gathered the globs of white, chasing every droplet that tried to escape, kitten licks and long swipes intermingling as he cleaned me up, drinking the fruits of our releases with relish.

“Good boy. Such a good boy,” I murmured, and he shuddered.

Even if such a cleanup meant I still woke vaguely sticky the next day, I wouldn’t have it any other way. The memory of Michael lapping at my cum while looking on the verge of thanking me for it was seared into my brain forever.

Chapter 5

“I want to explore the rest of the island,” Michael said one day.

I perked up at the thought, eager to see what else was out there. Considering the biodomes here made zero sense, we could find literally anything. There was a lot of room for unique discoveries and the excitement of uncharted territories.

“Good idea. We should know what resources we have at hand. Maybe there will be some pears? Watermelons? I could do with some citrus,” I said, already making a list of things to watch out for in my head. The current spot was enough to provide for us but what can I say: I was a demon and I always wanted more.

“No, I mean yes, but that’s not why I want to go out there.”

I looked at Michael’s serious expression, and my excitement soured instantly.

“You still think God left something for us to find here,” I stated.

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