Chapter 52
Lucifer
I was seriously reconsidering the chains, even the cage.
A combination thereof. How one single human could bring me to the verge of losing my shit and going satanic on everything in a five-mile radius was, frankly, beyond me.
Couldn’t Nelly have just hit his head on the damn rock he killed the zombie with four years ago and suffered from amnesia?
He’d absolutely adore me by now, even if he’d snapped out of the amnesia at some point.
Maybe Tiamat would tell me if there was a magical way to induce amnesia.
That would solve a lot of the issues I was currently dealing with—to wit, one stubborn necromancer and all the things he made me want to do.
At least he’d struck a deal with me, and it was a good one in terms of keeping him from removing himself from my bed ever again. I was sure that if I played my cards right and caught him at the right moment, I’d be able to get him to agree to another deal, one that benefited me even more.
For now, he’d let my magic loosen his tongue.
And of course he’d actually wanted to touch my wings, the block-headed little necromancer.
I pressed my lips to his until his body yielded to me.
His breath flowed easily into me, and I drank it like holy spring water.
Nelly was so full of want that if I’d allowed myself, I could have torn it all away from him, made it mine, and left him hollowed out and spent.
Instead, I gently walked him to the bathroom, careful not to bump him into anything. We’d never turned on the lights, but Nelly hadn’t complained. It was fine by me. I saw everything I wanted to see.
The shower stall was big enough for the two of us, even with my wings out. Nelly had woven my hair around his fingers and was now actively chasing my lips. It was a nice change of pace, I had to admit that. Then again, getting to kiss him to my heart’s content was a treat as well.
I turned on the water and adjusted the overhead rain shower before I unfolded my wings again. Nelly gaped, just like he had before. More, perhaps. My wings had a slight luminescence to them, and the water drops on the feathers only made them look brighter, like they were encrusted with diamonds.
“Will you touch them now, Nelly?” I asked softly.
I considered threatening to withhold sex unless he finally got over himself. Then again, I was still learning his threshold for snapping back at me and turning into the perfect image of a rabid chihuahua, so I tabled that for a later encounter.
My necromancer reached out his right hand, and I folded my left wing in so that he could reach for the long tip feathers, which he did.
Angel wings, in general, are used for flight.
They channel magic and allow that disregard for gravity.
Most angels couldn’t teleport, but I was no angel.
I could teleport, and had no use for wings, just like Tiamat, in her dragon form, had no use for her mighty dragon wings since she could teleport also.
But what my wings could do, and what human legend had happily disregarded, was sense deep-seated emotions. The deepest, darkest secrets of a person, or the brightest ones.
Of course, I could often sense them without bringing out my wings, such as with that foul man who had taken my Nelly.
But Nelly had always been a frustratingly blank slate to me, so when he actually touched my wings, his heart and mind so open as he marveled at their beauty, I carefully sensed my way to the bundle of feelings that was wrapped around his heart like an iron chain.
Well, it was a lot to unravel. He’d really believed I would dump him after I’d fucked him.
He didn’t like reanimating murder victims, but he hated the thought of not giving them a voice even more.
He’d hoped his parents would collect him from the orphanage and reveal that he was a prince, and they’d left him there for safekeeping.
That he’d never been meant to get adopted, and that that was why he hadn’t been.
Sometimes, when he couldn’t get to sleep after an especially gruesome visit to the morgue, he lay awake in his apartment, waiting for his parents to knock on the door. He still wanted to be a prince.
I shut my power down and pulled away from Nelly’s secrets.
Water was running from my feathers over his fingers, and he just stared in awe.
I would give him whatever he wanted, but the thing he truly craved, I could never give him.
He wanted to belong. He wanted a home. He’d have to claim that for himself. All I could do was offer it to him.
I turned his head toward me and kissed him.
Any word out of my mouth might betray what I’d done, so I kept silent.
I stretched out my wings until their quiet brightness surrounded us.
I ran my hands over Nelly’s body, loving how he leaned into the touch and moaned when I pressed closer to him, pressing my cock against his belly.
Taking him here, like this, I could’ve made that last, but the way Nelly’s muscles trembled told me he was tired. He’d not eaten in nearly a day, and there was the PTSD, which I had heard could make people even more tired. I’d have to read up on PTSD and what to do about it. Tomorrow.
Today, right now, I pulled Nelly’s leg up over my hip and reached between his legs. He curled against me, burying his forehead against my chest when I found his hole.
“Fuck. Fuck me,” he whimpered.
I could be obliging, and why wouldn’t I when my boyfriend asked so sweetly?
He was still receptive and stretched from earlier, so he easily handled two fingers.
He bucked in my arms, tossing his head back against the wing I’d stretched around him so he wouldn’t have to feel the hard shower wall against his back.
I watched as he bit his lip to keep quiet.
Nelly’s breath came in quick beats, almost like a wild fox chased by the hunt. He blinked against the spray that got past my wings and looked right at me.
“I want to feel you inside me. Like before.”
I knew right then and there that, one way or the other, he would drive me insane. I kissed him, and he let me. I opened him as much as I could, made sure he was wet from the water, then lifted him.
He made a cute little sound, which was delightful.
“Relax, Nelly. I have you.”
“But—”
“Shh.”
Slowly but steadily, I lowered him, making sure he was in the right position for this. He blinked at me in surprise when I held him suspended. With my cockhead at his opening, I felt him clench.
“L-Lucy…”
“Relax. I can hold you all night if I have to.”
He nodded, and I felt his muscles loosen. I lowered him, entering his tight warmth. I loved the sensation of his ring letting me in, and the way I controlled him in this position. He wasn’t as loose as he had been, but he wasn’t too tight to do this now, and he was even still moderately slick.
His fingers grazed over my scalp, making me want to pound into him until pain and pleasure became one and the same. I resisted that urge, and instead, watched the way his eyes turned dark when I rolled my hips.
“Lucifer.” He let go of my hair with one hand and reached for my wing instead.
His skin on my feathers gave me his emotions like bubbles in a boiling pot, coming up and bursting on the surface, offering brief glimpses before they did.
He liked this. It made him feel good. He liked being held, and he wanted to claw at my skin because he craved that tender nearness. Every other muddled thought was that he shouldn’t let himself feel the things he felt, especially not for an immortal.
That lovable idiot. I lowered him so it changed the angle, and his fingers dug into my hair and feathers.
I found a rhythm that still allowed me to watch as he lost himself, just like he had lost himself earlier when I’d taken him.
Before long, he was floating, his self and everything tethering him to where he was completely abandoned.
Right before he came, I glimpsed an unfamiliar vastness. I could feel his magic in the background, like a second heartbeat, and I saw what I was pretty sure Tiamat had seen right from the get-go. I couldn’t believe I’d missed it all this time.
Human magic was like birds; like sparrows flitting through the day. The size of a human’s grasp on magic could vary, but even if it was bigger than normal, it was never so large, vast, without defined edges.
Nelly’s was. His magic was no sparrow shape, his magic was a giant bird made of blackness, feathers soft as midnight, beak a crow’s cawing in the heart of darkness.
Everything fell into place. He was the child of an immortal, had to be. The child of a god, not a god himself, but a mortal with the choice to be what he wanted.
This was the kind of revelation that could pull the rug out from under a person. I would’ve liked it to matter, but if I were to be honest—which I generally was—it didn’t. Nelly was my necromancer, demigod or not. He was mine, and nothing beyond that was of even the slightest importance.
I felt his muscles clench around me right before he came in my arms. His body trembled, his emotions swirling all over the place, and he went boneless shortly after.
With him like this, carrying on was a thrill.
I let myself go and watched his face, coming when his big golden eyes blinked at me in the subtle glow of my wings.
I bent to kiss his neck even as I pushed myself as deep into him as I could, spilling everything I had to give.
He felt so warm and soft around me, and being inside him gave me a strange rush of power… and love.
Yes, I loved that stubborn man, and had done ever since I’d pulled the zombie off of him.
Well, maybe it had been lust back when he was lying under the zombie, but no one just pulls a zombie off another person if they don’t feel anything for them. Zombies are too disgusting for that, too leaky.
I’d never tell Nelly of my love, not unless he told me first. I was still the Devil, after all, and as of a few hours ago, he’d seen fit to leave me money as payment twice. My pride could only take so much.
I held Nelly a while longer, not least because he showed no indication of letting go of my wing. He was too tired though, and I felt his mind floating, so in the end, I pulled out as gently as I could, set him down, and cleaned him up.
I washed his hair last, then turned off the water, shook out my wings, and folded them away before wrapping Nelly in my too-big-for-him bathrobe.
I dried myself off and let him brush his teeth, then carried him back to bed.
He didn’t say a single word, and he was out like a light almost as soon as his head touched the pillow. I watched over him for a long time.