Page 28 of The Devil You Know

My hands settled over his pecs, rubbing the whole area, warming them up to later make use of the increased receptiveness. I liked how they shifted under my hands just slightly, with less give than a woman’s breasts but enough elasticity to keep me enthralled as I dug my fingers into the soft mounds, making my lover cry out and curl forward, which antagonized his back in turn. It was a beautiful loop of euphoria he couldn’t escape from. My fingers pulled at the rosy nipples, circled around them, pinched.

“Uuh... Lucifer...” Michael moaned, tossing his head.

“You are nearly there. I can tell. You know how? You are such a slut, Michael, and it’s written in every line of your body. Even without seeing your face or your cock, anyone can see how close you are. What will it take to bring you over the brink? My voice?” I whispered straight into his ear, Michael responding with a shiver. “More pain?” My hand on his chest pushed him backwards, all his wounds flaring from the contact with my body, resulting in a whimper. “Or maybe...”

Thud!

The unexpected opened-palmed strike to his right pec made him jerk in surprise and come all over the bed.

“Here it is,” I said, pleased with myself, watching Michael writhe through his orgasm. His cock sent streaks of cum forward, flying through the air and dirtying the side of the bed.

Before the angel could collapse into the mess he had just made, I held him securely and then coaxed him to get up and lie face down on the bed. After making sure he was comfortable and wiping the sweat gathering on his forehead to prevent it from dripping down to Michael’s blindfolded eyes, I straddled him once more to continue my work.

A faint groan was all the angel gave me for the first line. His body was still lax, not even tensing, just accepting the pain. It was utterly beautiful and I had to swallow, my throat suddenly dry with the desire to just toss the knife away and ravage him. But I wasn’t one to leave work unfinished and I could see how Michael was enjoying himself in that floaty, special way a strong enough dose of dominance and pain could get him into. Subspace, I believe humans started calling it recently.

I filled in the outline of the wings with long swipes of curling lines and shorter cuts providing details. Creativity was the name of the game and I didn’t even try to make the wings anatomically correct, just pleasant to look at and providing a varying array of sensations for my willing victim. Spirals and waves bloomed in beautiful crimson lines under my hand and with each one Michael was sinking deeper into himself, his focus solely on the here and now, on me. I was so entranced by a tear slipping from under his blindfold I pressed the knife a little too hard, making the cut deeper than others. Michael cried out in what sounded more like ecstasy than pain. Good. I couldn’t really hurt him unless it was in the middle of a true war – we were much sturdier than humans after all – but I wanted to give him only the experiences he loved and not anything he had to endure.

My slip up was lucky for me as well. Discreetly, I reached for the small vial in my pocket. The cork popped out soundlessly and I pressed the lip of the vial to the wound where a few droplets of blood were beading and scooped them up. My other hand running down Michael’s side was enough to distract him and I successfully gathered the precious substance with him being none the wiser. With the vial closed and safely tucked away, I couldn’t help myself and ran my finger over the sluggishly bleeding cut.

It tasted a bit like fire, the angelic blood burning me from the inside.

After all, there was a reason Raphael told me to gather it. There was a great concentration of power in angel’s blood and it sang against mine in a war tune that made me feel alive. I cursed myself for getting a taste when I knew it was bad for me. I could get addicted to the feeling. What a way to go would that be.

I was so aroused it hurt.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” I asked, not sure if the angel was up to it after being put through a wringer of sensations.

MIchael didn’t respond verbally, but he shifted slowly, hissing as it jarred his shoulder blades. His head still down, he moved into a half-kneeling position and reached back until his hands were on his ass, spreading his cheeks for me, inviting me inside.

“You are so good to me, darling,” I purred and wasted no time in removing any barriers between me and the waiting tight hole. “Thank you. I will make use of your gift and... Fuck. You. Thoroughly,” I said as I slammed my fingers inside his hole, the only lubrication on them my saliva. With each word I increased the number of fingers going faster than would be advisable for a human. But the angel welcomed the invasion with shuddering cries, his fingers digging into his ass as he held on for dear life. A minute later my cock was pushing into his hole, forcing my way in. Michael was so fucked out – fucked up rather – he slipped back into the state of a drooling mess easily, his body not putting up much resistance as he was still punch drunk on pleasure and pain. As I bottomed with a gasp, I whispered praise in his ear.

“Sweetheart, you are taking me so beautifully. Like you were made for this. To be a sleeve for my cock. Would you like to be my little cock warmer from now on? No responsibilities, just keeping my cock cozy in your pretty mouth or in your ass. Doesn’t it sound nice?”

“Mmmhn!” Michael gave a whimpering hum that was an enthusiastic, positive response. I could imagine it; my angel kneeling with his tongue out, just waiting to service me. What I would pay to have him like that during one of the meetings at the Embassy. To show him off to both sides; demons and angels alike. Everyone would know he was mine in a way even God did not have him before. Michael would show them true servitude of willing submission and not the drone-like, learned helplessness of an angel groomed into a Leader by his creator. And they would see.

See what a good boy he could be.

I rutted forward, my hips jackhammering as I came from that thought. Panting, I stayed sheathed and filled Michael’s insides with my cum, each spurt filling him up. Michael looked satisfied and ready to go to sleep. When I tried to reach for his cock he simply shook his head and I let him be. He had had enough excitement for today.

If we were still on the island I would do everything in my power to ensure the cuts would be properly cared for, but now, with our angelic bodies, I let the red lines be. They were already getting fainter, the angelic flesh knitting itself back together.

The next morning, I found out we were lucky enough there was a shadow of the wings still visible on his back after we woke up. Michael admired the lines in the mirror, turning this way and that way appreciatively.

“Thank you,” he gave me a big smile and a sweet kiss on the cheek when he was done admiring my art.

“It’s a shame it will be gone in a few hours,” I sighed.

“Yeah. Unless we do something like Hellion did,” Michael nodded. Seeing the question in my eyes he continued. “You didn’t hear? It was a proper spectacle when Zachariel stormed into the Steel Velvet club to claim him.”

“I heard about that spectacle. Everyone did. But apparently I missed something?”

“Ah. I heard from one of the eyewitnesses that Hellion has a tattoo that can hold angelic power. Apparently, his neck lit up with a collar design of all things,” Michael said a bit wistfully.

“That sounds crazy. And absolutely like something those two would do. I need to talk to them,” I said and started cleaning myself as fast as I could. It was after I slipped into fresh clothes that I approached Michael sheepishly. “...unless you want me to stay with you, darling. I got a bit carried away.”

Michael laughed softly, his eyes crinkling in amusement.

“Go on, you doofus. I will be fine. I was planning to take a trip to the forest and let Bane run around a bit, actually.”

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