32. Holy Staff #2
She didn’t ask permission to feed, just gulped down deep draws from me, the feeling like an ecstatic pressure and suction, enough to leave me rubbing myself against her as I grew painfully hard.
She was warm, she was brimming with the love gifted to her by her men, and even as she all but drained me with every slick twist of her tongue against mine and bite of my lips, she filled me up again.
“The guys,” I gasped, pulling away and reaching for the buttons on Deyva’s shirt, tugging them roughly open.
“Are totally aware and cool,” Deyva panted, arching as the fabric slid over her chest, parting like a curtain to reveal perfect, heavy breasts and inviting, pink nipples.
I took one into my mouth as I busied myself with my own shirt.
Angelic garments had an irritating amount of fastenings to manage and, until arriving in Bethel, I’d never had to learn how to sew a fucking button myself.
“So this means threesomes aren’t totally out of the picture then,” I said, sitting up on my knees above Deyva and whipping my shirt off to the floor.
Her eyes turned to amber and then to a vivid, hungry red, tongue flicking out over her bottom lip as she stared up at me. Specifically, up at—
“Fuck, I forgot the blessings of angelic core strength,” Deyva growled.
She was glowing from feeding on me, and my eyes bugged out as she snarled and then leapt, tackling me off the bed.
I stretched my wings flat and grunted at the ache of landing on my back.
It wouldn’t do any damage, it just wasn’t the most comfortable position.
But it was worth it to have a ravenous Deyva sitting squarely over my cock, arching down and licking over the ridges of my abdomen.
It was true. Angels had the best abs, and I’d spent a lot of time flying since Deyva had finished healing my wings. I was pretty ripped.
“If Zach had seen these, I never would’ve gotten to fuck him first,” Deyva rasped, mapping my chest with fingertips and tongue. Every lick was a little thrill of affection and by the time my abs were coated I was bucking up into Deyva, totally incapable of speech and only groaning with need.
“Feels like little Az is getting impatient,” Deyva teased.
“Little?!” I squawked. “Oh, succubus. Have you forgotten about the blessings of angel cock too?”
I grabbed Deyva’s hips and rolled, tossing her roughly down to the floor.
She was juiced up with my strength now. She could take it.
I surrounded us with my wings, pressing one hand to her breast bone to keep her still while the other wrestled to open my pants, my stiff cock bobbing restlessly as I kicked out of clothes.
“Behold! My holy staff!” I cried, grinning down at Deyva.
Who promptly burst into uncontrollable giggles.
It was, perhaps, not the most well-considered introduction to Little Az I could’ve given. To make up for it, I grabbed the waistband of Deyva’s leggings, stripped her bare, settled between her thighs, and thrust.
“Oh, fuck!” Deyva yelled, arching up into me, her eyes rolling back in her head with that first, endless drive into her cunt.
I was equally undone, collapsing on top of her, overwhelmed by the incredible heat and clasp of her around me. Deyva’s arms surrounded me, hand very gently gripping to the base of my wings and making me buck again, both of us moaning.
“Guhh, it’s been so long,” I mumbled into Deyva’s shoulder.
She huffed, rubbing her cheek against my head. “You gonna make it, angel boy?”
I bit her, and then kicked my hips as she squeezed and fluttered around me in answer. “You know I can go all night,” I rasped, lifting my head and nuzzling against her ear, licking and sucking on the lobe.
“Mmm, I hadn’t quite remembered that fact. You should definitely remind me.” Her legs twined around my hips as she rode me from below, my brain too wired from pleasure to do anything but feel her in the moment.
But her rhythm, the slick glide of her, was too good to resist and soon I was echoing her movement, both of us groaning everytime we crashed together.
A halo clung to our skin inside the cage of my wings, the glow just soft enough for me to see Deyva’s eyes as I lifted my head to kiss her, the decadent smile stretching over her lips.
Her grip on my wing roots was like a guide, the harder she squeezed the faster and more desperately I fucked her into the floor, wood creaking as our bodies thumped.
“You feel them?” Deyva asked, stroking her cheek against mine. “Stav and Zach?”
They were on the other side of the wall, fucking like bunnies, their warmth seeping into every beam and board of the house, spurred on by Deyva and I together.
“Think of how much fun we might have if we live through this fucking battle and do this all in the same room,” I said, groaning as Deyva’s pussy tried to choke my cock. “Foursomes and moresomes, just like the old days in Heaven.”
“Holy orgies,” Deyva breathed. “Oh, Az, yes! Right there!”
I wrapped my hands around her hips, watching in awe as Deyva started to thrash beneath me, wordless little cries escaping her lips as I tilted my hips just so and struck the same place inside her over, and over again.
I grunted, her feet pressing hard on my ass, fingernails digging into the sensitive, tender muscle at the base of my wings, and watched as she came with a garbled yelp and a dopey smile, body shuddering and cunt trying to milk my pleasure.
“I didn’t know you could—”
“Neither did I, until Zach wouldn’t quit without getting me off first,” Deyva said, stretching lazily under me, soothing the bite of her nails with gentle rubs. “Now, show me what your holy staff is capable of, Azariah.”
I grinned and lifted my wings from the floor, Deyva’s eyes going wide with excitement. “Hang on, little succubus.”
My wings beat with my thrust, forcing me deeper, harder into Deyva.
She yelled my name and the word was laced with a devotion that made me throb, halo to wingtip.
Her hands left my wings to slam to the floor behind her head, bracing against the next rush of my wings.
Air stirred in the small room, spinning our shouts of pleasure around us, sure to share them with the other occupants of the house.
With the next flap, our hips rose from the floor, bodies connecting midair.
“Oh my fuck, Az!” Deyva squealed, wrapping herself tighter around me. “Don’t stop!”
I couldn't have if I wanted to, and I sure as fuck didn’t want to.
This was divine. This was the original definition.
A pleasure so pure, so full of friendship and care, it was perfectly aligned to our original purpose.
I ducked my head, ignoring our flight in favor of Deyva’s lips, savoring this gift from her, and doing my best to feed her with my own.
Even behind my closed eyelids, I knew the room grew brighter, holy light bursting out of me as I became electrified, urgent, desperate in our union.
“Azariah,” Deyva moaned, her lips traveling damply to my ear. “Yes, that’s it. Come with me, Az!”
I opened my mouth to say her name, but all that came out was a great shout, vibrating through me with the rocketing, explosive pleasure of release.
My wings grew taut, pulling back as I came with frantic bucking, Deyva clamping like a vise around me, rigid in my hold.
Barely aware, I rolled us as we fell to the floor, gasping and shuddering as I landed on my back, wings spread flat and limp, Deyva a wilted heap on top of me.
I panted, grinning, hips twitching with aftershocks as Deyva’s echoed around me.
“Oh hell yeah, I’ve missed that,” I gasped out.
Deyva hummed, licking my throat, nibbling on my chin, rising up on wobbling arms to stare down at me with her beautiful, green cat-tilted eyes.
“Not bad. But I believe you said something about all night?” she asked, smile crooked.
I growled, yanking her off me and tossing her to the bed, laughing when she yelped and scrambled backward as I chased her.
I had Deyva on my tongue, her fingers in my hair as she rode me like a county-fair amusement. The fact that one of her kind could get off without their partner’s release? Well, that was very fun news for me. Especially as Deyva happened to be especially cute in the throes of orgasm.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she yipped, tugging on my strands and making the bed creak with her bouncing. I sucked hard on her clit and she squealed, arching above me, fingers sliding free as she tipped sideways and landed on my pillows, shivering.
I hurried to sit up, grabbing her limp legs and wrapping them around me, ready to start this whole depraved merry-go-round all over again, when there was a brief knock on my door. It opened without waiting for our answer, and there was Stavros, a smile on his lips that didn’t reach his eyes.
“You fully charged, babe?”
“She’s the energizer bunny,” I said, as Deyva wiggled to sit up. “So are you and Zach from what I heard.”
Stav didn’t look amused, but he didn’t look like a jealous boyfriend either.
“We’re good,” Deyva said, frowning at him.
Stavros nodded. “Good. Because they’re coming.”