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There was a reason, in hindsight, why people warned you not to explore abandoned buildings. You had a strange hobby, objectively. Photographing derelict houses and places of business was definitely something your family and friends didn’t have a taste for, and no one besides the small community of followers you’d gathered online gave a damn about your work- but still, you found such beauty whenever you explored a new structure. You always wondered what the people who had lived and worked in a place were like, what they had wanted, why they had left. Well. For once, you had an idea.
The building that did it was an abandoned Victorian home in the woods, small and lonely, with wood slats and tiled roof that were falling to decay. You had gotten in easier than you usually did- the door was wide open, either from the elements or someone leaving in a hurry.
There was furniture. You loved it when there was furniture. It was all relatively simple, mid century findings. A coffee table that had rotted, a mouse-eaten couch. Some chipped and battered appliances on the floor and counter in the kitchen. You didn’t trust the stairs leading up, three of them were caved in and rotted in a way that just screamed injury to you, so you snapped a few photos and then navigated your way to a door that you knew instinctively lead down to the cellar.
It was pitch dark, and you had to use your flashlight to even make it down the stone-block-steps. It was cool, and water had pooled and grown stagnant on the floor. You trod your way up to a shelving unit, glancing over the strange, rotten books and aged knick-knacks that still sat on it. Another photo, more for posterity than artistic value. In the bright flash of your camera’s bulb, you saw something out of the corner of your eye that stopped you dead.
A jar. A gleaming silver jar that was shaped like an urn, sitting pristine on a side table that almost looked… cared for. It was still covered in dust, but it wasn’t tarnished; as silver should have been in such a damp place.
You walked over to it and picked it up from its stand, turning it over in your hands. As you moved it you guessed that there were two objects inside of it, one hard and one softer. You shook it and shrugged, placing it into your bag on an impulse. It didn’t take you long after that to abandon the cellar in pursuit of better subject matter.
After getting your fill of moody lighting and dilapidated living spaces, you drove home. You climbed the stairs to your apartment, scanning in and thankful none of your neighbors were in the halls or common areas to cast you and your sweaty, dusty clothes funny looks. You let yourself in and tossed your keys onto a wall shelf, lazily typing out your usual volley of ‘I’m safe!’ Texts to your friends. Only a few responded.
You sighed, tossing your phone onto the table and cracking a beer from your fridge, pulling the jar out of the bag and flopping down onto your couch to look at it more.
It looked old. Very old. At least Georgian, not that you were an expert. You took a long swig of beer and shrugged, grabbing the lid and trying to twist it open. It wouldn’t budge. You frowned. Frowning made it no easier on your second attempt. Finishing your beer and starting a second one didn’t make the jar open either.
After your third beer, you swore, and decided to pry it open with a knife: this was also a bad idea. It slipped from under the lip of the jar and sliced your thumb wide open, making you drop both the knife and the jar on the ground, both smeared with blood. Growling to yourself, you stomped to the bathroom to wash the cut.
You were in the middle of carefully peeling away the paper from a bandage when you heard a loud crash from the living room, and you froze, heart racing. The bandaid dangled from your thumb as you listened closer.
There were three loud thuds, and another crash. Cursing yourself for suddenly being the idiot main character in a horror movie, you walked out of the bathroom and stared in the direction of the couch.
There were two massive men wrestling in your living room- well, you thought they looked like men. One of them was a beautiful moonlight-pale colour, with golden hair, golden horns, and a tail that stuck neatly out from under the knotted fabric around his waist, which was all he wore. The other man was no less strange: he had dark skin, curly black hair, and two breathtakingly large wings protruding from his back- which were currently flat against your carpet as he grasped the other man’s wrist-
The knife. The guy with the horns was brandishing your kitchen knife.
“No!” You bellowed, rushing forward for some stupid reason, and waving your hands. “No murder!”
Both the fighting men stopped and stared at you. “… human?” The one holding the knife asked, blinking golden eyes with slit pupils at you. He had sharp, pointed features, and looked lithe and quick, even when he was still. The other man furrowed his dark brows. His eyes were nearly black, and his broad frame and chiseled features gave the impression of immeasurable strength.
“We are free? You freed me?” he asked. You swallowed, letting your hands fall.
“I don’t know. I don’t know what’s happening right now. Put that knife down.” You said, feeling self conscious.
The man with the tail did not put that knife down. “Did you open the jar?” He asked, shaking a lock of gleaming hair back from his face and straightening. When he stood it confirmed what you had suspected. He was… shockingly tall; and from the look of the winged man on the ground, he was likely even larger.
“I was trying to, then I cut my thumb.” You held out your band-aided hand as if you needed to prove what you were saying, then pointed at the knife. “With that.” You said. The horned guy looked down at the still bloody knife and then back at you.
“Did you mean to call me?” He asked, his face suddenly splitting into a sly grin that made your mouth feel dry.
“… no. Can one of you please explain what’s going on to me?” You asked, watching as the second man got up and shifted away from his… opponent? You supposed it was good they had stopped fighting, but this situation was somehow made even more strange by it. The massive, muscular frame of the winged man made the air in the room feel harder to breathe somehow, and you tried not to pay too much attention to the fact that he, too, was wearing nothing but draped fabric. At least in his case it covered most of his chest…
“We were imprisoned and cursed to fight one another for eternity, or until one of us died within the vessel. It seems you somehow broke the curse; but the question is, how, and at what cost?” The winged one said, looking grim. You shifted awkwardly.
“I was just trying to open a jar I found.” You said, somewhat lamely. He shrugged.
“Many things happen without our intentions. I am, now, indebted to you for freeing me-“ he made to drop to one knee, as though to swear fealty, but you blanched and held out your hands, backing away from him.
“Whoa whoa, no, get back up! First off, I need to know what you are. What… both of you are?” You pressed your palm to your head and glanced at the empty beer bottle on the side table, swallowing. “If this is a dream, I’m gonna quit drinking before bed.”
“Well, it’s not a dream.” Said the first man, twirling the knife casually in his hand, scowling at it as if it had offended him. “And, sweetheart, I have questions too. Let’s go one for one, shall we? By the way, the balance on this thing is egregious.”
You turned to him and narrowed your eyes. “Fine. I go first, though, as it’s my house.”
“Fair.” He acquiesced, looking back at you and smirking. You bit the inside of your cheek, and then sighed.
“What are you two?”
“I thought that would be obvious. I’m a demon. He’s an angel.” He flipped the knife into his other hand and continued to twirl it lazily. You nodded.
“I guess I wasn’t expecting anything else, but that’s still crazy to hear out loud.” You sighed again, louder this time. “Okay. What’s your question?”
“What’s your type, beautiful?” He asked, grinning again in that sly way. You blinked at him.
“… what?”
“What’s your type?” He stepped forward and rolled his shoulders. “I’ve been stuck in a vessel for centuries with that freak, and you’re the first human I’ve seen since the one who locked us in. I’ve worked up an appetite, darling.”
You took a firm step back, only to bump hard into the firm torso of the angel, who was standing behind you with his arms crossed. “Who are you calling a freak, Zagan?” He towered over you from behind, dropping his arms and spreading his wings out with a flourish, promptly knocking a few of your trinkets from one of your shelves. You craned your neck to look up at him, but he seemed to take your eye contact as some kind of invitation, because he wrapped his large hands around your ribs and pulled you closer to him. “Do not try to corrupt the human.”
“Why? Because you wish to claim her, Raguel?” He purred, eyes flashing dangerously. You tried to ignore the fuzzy, warm feeling that came from the stranger’s hands on your body and pulled free, unfortunately stepping back toward the knife wielding demon before you.
“Okay. Well. My type , as you say, is someone kind and giving and… not frightening.” You looked up at him, watching him cock an eyebrow and smirk. “My turn. Why were you locked in the vessel?”
“Punishment for meddling with humans.” Zagan said, his golden hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head, letting his gaze run over you like water. “And fighting. A witch did it.”
“I believe my punishment was for not guarding humans well enough. I feel I must atone.” Raguel said, crossing his arms and staring at you with a stormy expression. “You should allow me to pledge to protect you.”
“No. I don’t think that’s needed.” You demurred, shaking your head. “I’d actually rather you both go.”
“We can’t.” They said in unison, Zagan looking bored, Raguel looking angry.
“I tried to go back to hell the moment I got out. It seems like I still have to kill Raguel before I can travel magically.”
“Likewise. I cannot feel my link to heaven. I must kill Zagan.” The angel scowled, cracking his knuckles menacingly. You threw your hands up.
“Then do it somewhere else!” You exclaimed. “Leave my apartment!”
“Even before we were locked away, it was not prudent for us to travel openly.” Raguel said, suddenly looking a little ashamed. Zagan tutted.
“What, you’re not taking any responsibility for dumping us out into a world that has changed so much. What year is it anyway?”
You told them, and they both groaned.
“Three hundred years?” Zagan sighed, glaring at Raguel. The angel glowered back.
“Who knows what chaos your kind has wrought upon the world in my absence.”
“That pride is enough that I’m surprised you haven’t yet fallen, but I suppose dear old dad has laid off on the banishing, hasn’t he?” Zagan looked down at the knife again and then gripped it. “Hey. Wonder if he has a place for you once I kill you. Double heaven?” He moved to attack, but you, (stupidly) stepped into the way and held your arms out, causing him to stop dead.
“No murder in my house. Get out and kill each other in the courtyard.”
“Not a good idea, beautiful.” Zagan sighed, softening slightly and reaching down to cup your chin. You couldn't really explain why you let him. “I’ll tell you what though… there is a different way we might be able to get out of your hair- one that won’t bring witch hunters down on your doorstep.”
“Witch hunters?”
“You think that if an angel and a demon get in a fight in front of your… apartment? That no one will question anything? No darling. People are nosy. Word will travel. It’ll be traced back to you. I’m sure not so much has changed in three hundred years that no one will hassle you about us if we were seen, hm?”
You thought about the cameras in the lobby, and how easy it would be for anyone to trace these two back to your building and ask around. How soon would it be before the weirdo with the penchant for trespassing got called into question? You then thought about the government and media’s reactions if suddenly heaven and hell were confirmed.
“What’s your idea?” You asked, frowning. Zagan grinned, his pale, gold-sheened skin breathtaking as he leaned closer.
“I just need a little energy, and then I might be able to break the curse.”
“No.” Raguel growled, stepping forward again and grabbing your shoulders protectively. You frowned.
“What do you mean by energy?”
Zagan shrugged, spinning the knife unsettlingly fast in his clever fingers. “Are you familiar with Incubi?”
“… sex demons?” You asked, blinking up at him. Raguel grunted unhappily somewhere overhead and behind you.
“Yes, good job, clever girl.” Zagan purred, his tail flicking behind him as he stepped closer again. “I have many skills, and one of them is that I can gather energy like an incubus. If you just… have a lovely little time with me… maybe once, maybe twice… I’m sure I’ll have enough power to have us both back home without bloodshed.”
You paused, looking over Zagan’s lean body, his bright horns, his sly smile that showed sharp teeth.
“No.” Raguel said again, pulling you into him and wrapping his wings around you, enveloping you in warmth that you’d be lying if you said wasn’t comforting.
“Then I’ll just kill you.” Zagan snapped, stilling the knife in his grip again and stepping forward. You blanched, and struggled in the Angel’s grip.
“Wait! Give me a day to think about it! Just one day. You two can stay here, take a break from fighting for the first time in three hundred years, and then tomorrow we’ll figure this out. Okay?” You looked up at Raguel, then at Zagan before adding, with your hands pressed together, “Please?”
Zagan paused again, and sighed. “Who am I to say no when you ask like such a good girl?” He teased, tossing the knife, finally, back to the ground. You let out a sigh of relief and blushed.
“I will watch over you tonight and protect you.” Raguel said, his jaw set as he glared at the demon. You opened your mouth, but Zagan replied first.
“It’s no fun when they don’t agree, Raguel, I’m a monster, not a man . And I’m not leaving her alone with you; you might try to kill her so she’ll go to heaven before I corrupt her.”
“Whoa, no killing me! House rule! No murder!” You balked, struggling again in the angel’s strong arms. He huffed.
“I will not relinquish my guard during my stay.”
“Fine! Just let go!” You insisted, pushing with all your might on his arms and trying to pretend your face wasn’t burning. He finally let go, causing you to stumble a little before righting yourself. You took a deep breath and put your hands on your hips.
“Okay! So! We all agree: no murder, no violence, guarding is tentatively allowed, and we’ll discuss more tomorrow?” It was dizzying, really, looking at the two inhuman people standing in your shitty apartment, but they both nodded. You figured, yet again, that this might be a dream.
“Good. Well. I’m going to go get pajamas on and then eat something. Fuck, you guys really screwed my evening up.”
You left them on the couch while you changed, listening intently for the sound of violence, but nothing came. You re-entered the living room in an oversized tshirt and boxer briefs, sending a haphazard text to your boss that you had food poisoning and wouldn’t be able to make it in tomorrow. Hey, if this was a hallucination, you probably shouldn’t drive anyway.
When you looked up from the phone, you saw both men watching you intently, Zagan smirking slightly, his hand curled against his lips, and Raguel’s hands on his knees, balled into fists. You looked down at yourself and then at them. “Hey. You’re both basically in loincloths. You don’t get to judge.”
“No, no.” Zagan purred, smiling even wider and leaning forward, catlike tail flicking back and forth. “I’m not judging you, beautiful. I’m just thrilled at the turn that fashion has made in the last three hundred years.” He slunk forward off the couch and paced over to you, walking around you and pulling lightly on the hem of your shirt. “I like this.” He whispered, watching it settle differently over your body with the tension. You swallowed and blushed, pulling it out of his grip.
“It’s just sleep clothes.” You ground out, trying not to stomp as you walked into the kitchen and began to fuss with some food from your fridge, gathering together who-knew-what before finally starting to cook. You tried to ignore the two houseguests as they crowded into the small kitchen to watch you. Zagan leaned back against the wall, watching you with that devastating smirk on his face, but Raguel insisted on standing close to you, watching you intently as you stirred a pan.
“Will you-“ you snapped at the third time you bumped up against him, “back up? You don’t need to be on top of me while I do this.”
“You could burn yourself.” He said plainly, but his hands for some reason settled back onto your shoulders. “You said I could guard you.”
“Don’t guard me from my stovetop!” You barked, shooing him back. “Go stand over there.”
Banished to the corner with Zagan, he crossed his arms and stood silent while you finished cooking and served yourself the food, eating in awkward silence as the two beings watched you. Once you were done, you sighed.
“I’m going to brush my teeth and go to bed.” You announced, dumping your dishes into the sink and plodding back to your bathroom. Raguel squeezed inside with you, standing by the bathtub and watching you brush your teeth and wash your face intently, as though you may need saving at any moment. Zagan lurked in the doorway, undressing you with his eyes and smirking whenever you looked at him.
“Do you guys need… blankets?” You asked finally, pushing Zagan aside (not feeling his soft skin, or admiring the tensing of his muscles beneath it) and walking toward your room. The demon laughed.
“You won’t share your bed with us? We’re so weary from three hundred years of fighting, and we’ve promised to guard you. Let me, at least, lie beside you, sweetheart.”
“I will watch over you best if I am kept close.” Added Raguel. You turned and gaped at them both.
“Seriously? I have a queen bed. You’re both huge.”
“Oh, beautiful, you don’t know how huge I am.” Zagan hissed, drawing closer. You shot him a dirty look and then rubbed your forehead, ignoring the part of you that was enthused at this.
“Fine. But no funny business.”
“On my tail, I will not do anything untoward.” Zagan purred. Raguel drew closer.
“And I will not allow harm to come to you.” He assured you- not that it was particularly reassuring. You shook your head in disbelief.
“Fine. Fine! Come on.” You waved them both to follow and brought them into your room, pulling the covers back and gesturing for them to get in. Raguel paced around it, settling in and laying on his side, letting his wings fall off the edge in a way that seemed comfortable to him, you supposed. You gestured to Zagan, but he shook his head.
“You in the middle, sweetheart.” He purred, “I can turn your light off. I watched you use the switches in the other rooms.”
You frowned, but conceded, turning and climbing into bed as he watched. His smile seemed less cocky now, a little more… hungry. You settled in beside Raguel, and then pulled the covers over the pair of you. “Go on then.” You snapped. “Turn the lights out and get into bed.”
“Oh, bossy little human.” He laughed, turning the switch off and walking closer. “I hope you keep this side of you later.” He climbed into bed, settling beside you, and you felt him press in closer than need be.
You shifted a little, and then felt Raguel’s arm and wing sling over you, his hand settling on your hip as you lay on your back. Zagan drew closer again, his arm curling over your ribcage, hand settling on your shoulder. You felt a little bit like you were wearing a seatbelt, strapped down into the bed and held still as the two beings beside you settled in for the night. You blinked at the dark ceiling.
Sleep, it seemed, was going to be difficult to catch.
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The next morning you were devastated to awake between two stunning, otherworldly men. Raguel was pretending to sleep, but let his eyes fly open the moment you fidgeted, but Zagan had been staring at you for who knows how long, one hand propping his head up and his other tracing along the blanket over your chest.
“Oh.” You groaned, glancing at both of them before rubbing your face aggressively. “Thanks for not committing any crimes while I slept.” You ground out, blinking at the ceiling and cursing the witch that locked them in the jar, and yourself for taking the jar, and god, and satan.
“Good morning.” Raguel said, watching your face carefully.
“You’re welcome, Darling.” Zagan crooned, leaning in slightly. “You said we could discuss my feeding situation today.”
“First I need to brush my teeth and shower, then breakfast, then talk.” You sighed, sitting up. They both followed suit, and you wanted to throttle something. “I’m showering alone. You both have to go sit on the couch again.”
“But you said-“ Started the angel, but you slapped your hands down into your lap and rounded on him.
“I said go to the couch!”
He wilted slightly, and you almost felt guilty as he got up and plodded out of your bedroom. Zagan followed suit, but not before winking at you suggestively and flicking his tail behind him.
You showered and brushed your teeth faster than you ever had, and walked into the living room wearing a tank top and sweatpants in better time than you’d even thought possible. Once again, both of the beings on your couch watched you with a predatory eagerness that made you feel like you were the one out of place.
“So. I’m going to start my breakfast, and I would like a little more… information. I don’t care much about your history, so keep it short, and don’t get too caught up in bickering either. I just need to know what the curse was, why you got locked into it, and how having… sex with me… will help you break it.”
Raguel looked like he’d just been force fed a lemon whole, but Zagan grinned. “To your tiny kitchen, then!” He said, getting to his feet. You sighed.
“Yep. To my tiny kitchen.”
You made them both stand aside as you prepared your breakfast, noting that neither of them asked to be fed, or to drink anything, but seemed enthused by your toast. You stood over the sink as you ate, letting the crumbs tumble over the dishes from the night before. “So.” You said, “Talk to me.”
“A witch cursed us after I tried to stop a summoning of… this… Hellspawn.” Raguel said, flicking his hand at Zagan. You cocked a brow.
“A summoning?”
“She was calling me forth for something specific, apparently.” Zagan sighed. “But never ended up asking me to do it, because when I emerged, This bastard was already there, and she seemed a little less impressed with me than most are. Even more so when I told her I’d rather deal with the angel than whatever task she had in mind.”
“I failed to prevent the ritual and initiated combat.”
“Alright. So she locked you both up because neither of you can fucking listen, and you’d rather fight than figure anything out. Noted.” You sighed, rolling your eyes and taking another bite. “Now. About the fucking.” You said around the mouthful of buttered bread. Zagan strolled forward, smiling, his tail swishing behind him.
“There’s a good chance that I, given enough energy, could break the curse on us, and at the very least be able to leave magically and fight somewhere far from here.” He tilted his head, letting his catlike eyes trace your features. “It would be no burden on you, my dear, I can assure you.”
“But you need to fuck me.” You said, brushing crumbs from the corners of your mouth and washing your hands. You turned and looked over him. “How do I know you aren’t going to drag me down to hell and shove pitchforks up my ass forever if I agree?”
“Don’t tempt me.” Zagan laughed, but after seeing your expression he shook his head. “You’d be doing me a favor. If you decide to help me and you end up in hell, I’ll let you stay in my palace.”
“You have a palace in hell?” You asked, incredulous. He shrugged.
“There’s a bunch of palaces in hell. Lots of souls to manage. It’s very bureaucratic, actually. I promise, I won’t stick anything up your ass you won’t enjoy.”
“I can just kill him, if you let me.” Raguel growled. You sniffed and glanced at him.
“I don’t know. You both struck out every day for three hundred years. I might call this a tie, boys.” You sighed. “How do I know neither of you are going to kill me?”
“I would not let him kill you, I would not let him harm you.” Raguel growled, his muscular arms crossed tightly over his chest. Zagan cocked a brow.
“I don’t like the idea of him taking you to heaven.” The demon admitted, leaning back against the counter. You rubbed the back of your neck.
“And so… what? You and I duck into the bedroom for an hour and then you’re out of my hair?”
“He will not be alone with you.” Raguel asserted, pushing off the wall and stepping forward.
“So you’re gonna watch?” You asked, blushing despite yourself.
“No, I will be close, I will stay near you.” The angel looked serious. You cleared your throat.
“What, holding my hand while I get railed?”
The angel just shrugged, as though that was a version of his intentions. Zagan’s smirk grew devious.
“You don’t seem to hate the idea, Sweetheart.” He mused, leaning forward and dragging his eyes over your face and body. “We should finish this talk back near your bed. Or here. Or on your couch. I don’t mind.”
“No, let’s go to the room again.” You sighed, turning and stomping back through your apartment, followed by your two biblical shadows.
You gestured, and Raguel closed your door behind himself.
“So swear to me that you won’t hurt me. I mean badly. You can’t kill me or be violent.”
“I swear I won’t be violent in the least.” Zagan said. “However, how do you feel about overstimulation? Being driven near fainting with pleasure? Can I make you cum until you cry, Dearest?”
“Yeah, sure, fine, whatever it takes for you to recharge.” You said, trying to pretend like the idea didn’t make your lower stomach feel like molten lava.
“And being held still, pinned down, fucked rough- not violent, but rough?” He insisted, leaning in. He was working himself up, you could tell.
“Sure, fuck it, why not?” You said, resisting the urge to press your thighs together. Zagan looked over your body slowly.
“So you’ll let me take you?” Zagan asked, eyes glittering. You tilted your head, ignoring how hot your face felt.
“You can… you can take me.”
Zagan’s face lit up with a smile that made your heart feel like it might stop in your chest. He stepped forward, and lifted the hem of your tank top, his eyes falling low as he watched its progress over your skin. With one slender finger, he pointed to a spot just barely below your navel and smiled, looking up again to meet your eyes.
“What?” You asked, your voice tremulous. He leaned forward and kissed your neck just below your earlobe before whispering in a sultry voice that gave you goosebumps-
“My cock is going to hit you here, darling.” He grabbed your face with his other hand and tilted it up toward his as he straightened slightly. “And you’re going to cum harder than you’ve ever thought possible.”
“If you say so…” you muttered, unsure. His eyes flashed, and he pulled you to him, pressing your bodies flush together.
“Do you mean to taunt me?” He hissed, “or are you just naturally so provoking?”
You made to say that you didn’t mean anything at all, but Raguel was suddenly behind you, his large hands on your hips. “Not so violent.” He ground out, glowering at Zagan. The demon sneered up at him.
“If you want to be involved then you can fuck her too; but if you’re just going to get in the way then fuck off instead.”
“Shut up, both of you. Zagan, just get to it.” You snapped, slapping your palms to his pale shoulders. He looked down at you and sighed.
“As you command, beautiful.” He pulled your shirt off entirely, leaving you standing there in your sweats, feeling exposed. He quickly grasped your face again and kissed you. As he traced it across your lips, you realized his tongue was long and forked. Melting into the kiss, you relaxed as Zagan pushed you toward the bed. He shoved your sweats down your legs, helping you to step out of them as you tracked backward. Raguel eventually gave in and let go of you to climb onto it himself, Zagan, true to the agreement, picked you up and handed you to him.
The angel settled you between his legs and began running his fingers through your hair, his wings in the corners of your vision on either side as Zagan prowled over the bed toward you, his eyes so focused it was frightening.
“I want to eat you. Let me.” He said, grabbing the waistband of your underwear and beginning to pull it down. You tilted your hips up, giving him better access, and he yanked them free, still staring at you. Finally, you whined.
“Yes. Yes you can.” You said, watching as he tossed your underwear aside and dove toward you, immediately drawing that long, split tongue along the length of you with a zeal that made you nervous. “Oh fuck-“ you gasped, instinctively grabbing Raguel’s thighs hard and arching into him as Zagan began lapping at your slit in earnest. You shook, thighs trembling against where Zagan’s pale hands pinned them wide.
Raguel’s own hands drew around you, one holding you around your waist and the other curling at your forehead to hold your head against his chest, his thundering heartbeat apparent to you as he watched the demon he’d been cursed to fight eat your pussy like a starving man. You noticed Zagan’s expression grow even more predatory as his gaze left your face and seemed to land on Raguel’s.
“You can at least give pleasure better than you administer pain, devil spawn.” Raguel said through gritted teeth, tightening his grip on you slightly as Zagan pressed his tongue deep into you. You moaned, trying to buck reflexively but failing due to the hands holding you still. Zagan’s eyes flashed, and he sped up. You felt Raguel’s breath grow ragged, his thighs twitching as your hips strained and you flinched with the sensations coursing through you.
“Please.” You whined, toes curling. “Please-“
Zagan groaned against you, and your body tensed, the feeling inside you growing stronger. You tried to arch your back again, to move your hips, to do anything, but all you could do was hold on to the angel tighter and hear his breath continue to hitch as your fingernails dug into his skin.
It was an eternity riding that crest, before finally, finally , just the right pressure brought you tumbling down, muscles clenching, tensing, mouth open wide in a wordless scream. You felt the pulse of it run through you, screwing your eyes shut hard against it as your vision became too much. It felt so good, so good you couldn’t take it, and then you gasped in another breath and began to come back down, settling against the warm body of an angel and blinking down at the demon between your legs, who was just now pulling his tongue out.
“Good girl. That was great for the first one. Now For the next one.”
“What… wait, I’m still-“ you whined, and he pushed his face back against you, letting go of one of your legs so that he could press two fingers inside you. You whined, throwing your head back into Raguel’s chest. He shifted a little, and you could feel his dick against the small of your back getting hard, pressing against you. You groaned at that too, shivering all over as Zagan worked up a rhythm with his tongue and his hand, working over your sensitive pussy like he was trying to win some kind of award for it.
You lost control of your voice at some point, giving in and moaning wordlessly, scratching up Raguel’s thighs and knocking the side of Zagan’s head with your free leg as you twitched and moved. After you bucked and dislodged his face for the second time, he growled, glaring up at the angel.
“Make yourself useful and hold her legs, will you? She won’t stop misbehaving, and I’m fucking hungry.”
Raguel grunted angrily, but reached down and grabbed your knees, folding you in half and holding you tight against his body. Pinned wide open in a new position and nestled tighter than ever between the angel’s legs, you swore as Zagan smiled down at you, slipping his fingers back inside and hitting new places due to the angle.
“Looks like you’re good for something with all that fucking muscle, eunuch.” He teased, “do you have any idea how pretty and pathetic you look right now, human?”
You whimpered, reaching up and grabbing Raguel’s knotted garment as Zagan lowered his head toward your clit again. The angel’s voice came in a deep, low rumble as he spoke again through his locked jaw. “Not a Eunuch.” Hot and heavy, pressed against your spine, you also could have told Zagan that, but your voice was capable of nothing but keening.
“I keep trying to lick you clean.” He mused, kissing between your legs gently, in a way that made you jump, “but you just keep getting wetter and wetter.”
Your eyes rolled back as he started again in earnest, rolling his tongue over you with renewed zeal. You twitched, and whined, but now you were pinned again and even more exposed. His fingers thrusting in and out of you, pushing and pressing deep inside you, made your body feel electric, still high off your orgasm and seizing randomly. You tried and failed to pull your body up, only succeeding in grinding a little against Raguel’s dick. He grunted, his hands on your thighs tightening. You cried out as Zagan began to move faster again, working up a rhythm. Those gold eyes burned as he stared up at you, his long tongue writhing over your clit in movements that no human could ever replicate. It was there again, faster this time, that building pleasure that made your mind stutter to a halt. Your lungs were full of lead as you tried to gasp, everything felt so tense, so tight-
And it snapped, everything crushing inward, the heavy pulse of your muscles against him, pulling his fingers deeper into you, his tongue still sliding over you lazily as your vision cut out completely black for a moment. You felt the fabric under your right fist either rip or come untied as you pulled hard on it, your hand coming free of support and landing on Zagan’s head. You pushed weakly at him, still trying instinctively to wiggle free from the stimulation that was quickly becoming too much. Zagan seemed lost in his own hunger, licking and moving as you clenched around him, and you struggled for a moment before frantically finding a voice.
“Wait, wait, Zagan…” you pushed a little, but another slide over your clit made your body tense again, and you threw your head back, groaning and shaking. Your eyes fell on Raguel’s tense jaw, his stormy expression as he watched Zagan. “R-Raguel, help, I need a break…” you panted, sliding your hand from his clothes to his neck, just as your face screwed up and you cried out again. “Please!”
That was enough. Raguel shifted one arm across both your legs before grabbing Zagan by one of his horns and pulling his face away from you, bringing him to a kneeling position, looking pissed off at being torn away. “She said she needs a break.”
“I’m starving, it’s been three hundred fucking years and she tastes delicious. I’m not done.”
“Do not push it. You said you were not a man.” Raguel let go of Zagan with a motion as though he was tossing him aside, and then let your legs fall relaxed, his hand coming to cup your sex protectively. In your heady come down, you felt his dick twitch behind you as he did, and heard him grind his teeth a little. Zagan also seemed to notice something, because his face split into a grin, his lids half hooded.
“Oho, Raguel! Am I seeing things? It seems that you’re tempted.”
There was no reply, and you let your head fall back against Raguel’s chest again, lolling against him and stroking his arms lazily in a wordless thank you. His wings came up and out, as if he was trying to shield you both from view, but Zagan was in front of you, slipping into the gap and grinning like a cat that caught a mouse.
“She’s tight, and wet, and warm, but I don’t have to tell you that. You can feel it, can’t you?” He breathed, his eyes flicking down to where Raguel’s hand covered your pussy. Zagan leaned over you a little, his lithe body tense with excitement. “Have you ever even fucked before? What was the point in giving you a cock if you never use it? What was the intention there? I thought you bastards were all smooth as dolls. But no, I bet you you’re hard as a rock right now, having her thrashing and moaning in your arms while I made her cum. Are you sure that’s not what made you stop me? You’re getting rather Envious , Raguel. Coveting your enemy’s meal. We’re doing this for a reason, remember? But you don’t care. You just want to fuck her, don’t you?”
Raguel moved his head and glared at the demon, and you looked up at him, unable to ignore what the idea of the angel fucking you did to your body. Your muscles clenched, and Raguel’s arm flexed slightly as he felt the movement against his palm.
“She needs a break.” He insisted, grabbing your waist with his other arm and holding you closer, and you noticed his hips seem to twitch as he did it, as though he was preventing himself from grinding against you. You looked up at him.
“Raguel, I could… I could touch you. If you want.” You offered, suddenly aware, now your mind was clearer, how fucked out and sultry your voice had gotten. “If you need help, I can touch you. You can stay put. You don’t have to do anything...” He loosened his grip and you turned in his arms to face him, finding your knees and looking up at his face. “Would it help you if I made you cum?”
Raguel’s legs twitched together minutely, and he was watching you in a half hungry, half frightened way, like a stray animal eyed a rescuer holding food out. “A feeling this deep within me… can it be wrong?”
You shrugged. “No idea. I was never one for philosophy. Do you feel wrong?”
The angel’s eyes traced your naked form, and then flicked back up to your face. “No. I feel need .” He said. Your body damn near melted at the words, and you pushed his stupid little outfit up further on his hips, letting your fingers slide under it. His cock was straining against the fabric, leaving him barely concealed by the meager covering.
“Can I touch you?” You asked, bringing your gaze back to meet his. He swallowed, and then nodded, and you lifted the fabric away completely. You inhaled sharply as you saw his cock spring free, swollen and standing straight up, precum beading at the tip. It was the most beautiful cock you’d ever seen, flushed and thick, truly, somehow, angelic. In a state of reverence, you reached forward, wrapping your hands around it and squeezing lightly. Raguel arched a little, screwing his eyes closed and holding back a groan through his clenched teeth. His hands flew away from you and gripped the sheets on either side of him, as if feeling you touch his dick and holding you at the same time might somehow burn him. You watched in awe as you slid your hands over his skin, tracing a thumb through the wetness on his slit, rolling it over his head with gentle pressure. He pushed his hips up toward you, his wings flicking back out, and he moaned again.
“So reactive, Angel.” Zagan teased, sliding up behind you and placing his hands on your hips. “It must be the first time anyone has touched you there. How does it feel, human, to be the pioneer?”
You shot him a look over your shoulder, and he snickered, returning his focus to your ass as you shifted into a better position. Attention back on Raguel, you watched him screw his eyes even tighter, tendons in his neck straining beneath his dark skin as you began sliding your hand over him more in earnest. You sighed.
“Raguel…” You whispered, and his eyes flew open and landed on you again, wide and wild as he struggled to breathe normally. “Can I put my mouth on you?” You asked delicately, twisting your wrist from the base of his cock to the tip as you spoke. He groaned, pulling the sheets so hard you heard something rip, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as the disheveled angel under you nodded weakly.
What twisted impulse was in your heart that made you speak? You smiled softly at him, dipping your head lower, pausing, twisting your wrist again. “You need to use your words, Guardian.” Whatever it was, it was that which broke him. His brows knit together and he moaned, a hand flying to the back of your head and cradling it as he struggled to summon the words.
“Please do with me what you will. Whatever you will, I am at your mercy, beautiful creature...”
“Yes, Raguel.” You breathed, dropping your lips to him and kissing the tip before taking it into your mouth and sucking on it. You moaned around him, watching as he arched again, his fingers tangling in your hair and pulling lightly.
“I might have to try that mouth later…” Zagan breathed, seemingly also taken by the angel’s reactions. You began to bob your head, using your hands at the base and working what you couldn’t take into your mouth. You flicked your tongue along him, using it to press him tighter against the roof of your mouth and moaned, noticing the way he rutted his hips upward at the vibrations. He moaned too, letting loose deep, rumbling sounds as it became obvious he was losing control. His hand grew tighter against the back of your head, and he pushed up into you deeper than you expected, making you choke a little. Zagan’s hands on your hips gripped you tighter, and you felt him spread your pussy lips apart.
“You’re soaked.” He commented idly, as if remarking on the weather. “You should relax and let him fuck your throat.”
You wondered, idly, if his voice carried some commanding magic, because that’s exactly what you did. You tried to relax, you let go and balled your hands into fists, and you felt him begin to thrust into your mouth and hit the beginning of your throat. Your eyes watered, and you timed your breaths around his rhythm, trying to blink away the tears so you could see him clearly as he came apart, almost whimpering as he pushed his dick into your mouth.
“Something…” He groaned, brows furrowing as he sped up a little, making you gag again, “Something’s happening.”
“You’re about to cum, Idiot.” Zagan snapped, “You’ve got to ask if she can take it.”
You gave a little half hearted thumbs up, wanting nothing more than to feel the angel orgasm against your tongue, and Zagan gave a little laugh.
“What a good girl. Go ahead, Raguel, cum in her mouth, and be glad I’m letting you go before me.”
Raguel made an angry sound, but didn’t seem invested enough to argue, instead opting to bite down on the inside of his cheek and cum into your mouth with a shiver. His eyes fluttered, and he moaned, hand flexing in your hair. You did the only thing you could think of, and you swallowed. Raguel shuddered again, looking at you with a troubled expression, and Zagan laughed breathlessly as you slowly pulled off with a pop and gasped for air.
“ Good girl doesn’t cut it.” Zagan purred, rubbing your sides. “If that head didn’t do it then I think it’s confirmed. Your dad isn’t kicking you idiots out anymore. From the look of it, I think I would have fallen to that mouth…”
“Glory.” Was all Raguel managed to say, cupping your face in his hands and pulling you up toward him. You flopped onto his body easily, and surrendered to his sudden and deep kiss, letting his tongue slide around your mouth the way his cock had just finished doing.
“Hey… I know you said a break…” Zagan said, sounding half amused, half desperate, “But I just had the show of a lifetime; and I want to fuck you so bad that it’s more likely to kill me than that dolt.” He grabbed your hips and pulled you back away from Raguel, pressing hard into you from behind again, grinding his cock against you through his loincloth. You looked over your shoulder at him and took in his expression. His eyes were bright, his face was a little unhinged, beginning to edge into frantic.
“I can go again, you’ve been good, go ahead.” You said teasingly, pressing back against him. His expression flipped rapidly into a dark sort of sneer.
“Oh dear, don’t accuse me of behaving myself, or I’ll be forced to prove you wrong.” He quickly untied the fabric at his hip with one hand and threw it aside, not really giving you a chance to peek at what he looked like before pressing it against you from behind. It felt big. It felt hot. It felt… unusual.
“Do you have…” you began, but as he slid his cock against your entrance you had your answer. His dick had ridges. It was ribbed all along its length.
“Have what?” He purred, sliding against you again and making you shiver as every single one of those ridges thudded against you.
Your voice pitched higher when you responded, your arms shaking slightly. “Your fucking dick…”
He hummed, tracing along the folds of your skin with his tip. “What about it, beautiful? What’s your question?”
“Why does it feel like that?” You gasped as he once again pushed it down, grinding the length along your clit.
He laughed, low, gravelly and breathy. He lined up, gripped your hips, and leaned forward. “Because it’s a demon’s cock, sweetheart. I’m designed to ruin you.” And then he thrust all the way in, every single ridge grinding hard against your walls. You fell forward, arms folding under you as you gasped.
“Oh fuck-“ He slid back, every ridge popping out and stealing your breath away. Strong hands grasped you, pulling you off the sheets, and you clawed your way up to grip onto Raguel’s shoulders. He cupped your face, leaning down closer to you.
“Are you doing alright, Yekirati?” He asked, his eyes scanning over your face as Zagan slid inside again, making you mewl pathetically. You nodded, and he smiled. “You’re so beautiful…” he brushed his thumbs over your cheekbones and then dipped his head to kiss you again, holding you up as Zagan began to build pace, gripping your hips hard. As he found a rhythm, he growled, and you felt his tail begin to reach and lash lightly at your thighs as it thrashed behind him.
“Get your tongue out of her mouth, Raguel, I want to hear her moan for me.”
Raguel pulled back, and you did moan, but the angel glared at the demon fucking you. “You’re lucky I’m allowing you to do this at all. If it pleases her to kiss me, then I will kiss her, regardless of your desires, Hellspawn.”
“And I didn’t pull her off you when she had your self-righteous cock in her mouth, it’s my turn with the human, so let go.”
“Shut up and fuck me, Zagan!” You growled, glaring over your shoulder at him, making eye contact and watching him adjust his pace as he leaned over you, sneering. “Can’t you go five minutes without running your mouth?”
“I had my tongue in your cunt for much longer than five minutes, darling.” His voice was so soft and sweet that it almost made his words feel kind. You made to retort, but he picked up his pace again as he straightened, leaning back a little for a better view of himself sliding into you. He whistled. “I knew you’d feel good, but fuck, I might not last long this round.”
Raguel huffed, pulling you back up to him so that he could kiss your face as you whimpered, his strong arms coming to support you as your hands slipped against his ruined robe and firm skin. Zagan sniffed.
“What, you think you could do better, virgin?”
“I could please her better than any demon could.” He said, punctuating his words with open mouthed kisses along your jaw and neck, ducking down to reach, curling his massive form down to give him better access. Zagan sounded a little offended, even with his voice strained from the pleasure of being inside you.
“I’m literally made for this. You’re made to brawl and deliver messages. You could never compete.” You could hear the sneer in his voice as he shifted his hips, making sure his every stroke hit your g-spot with his full weight. “Could he, sweetheart? Tell him how much fun you’re having, speared on a demon’s cock and taking it like a good little human.”
“Ungh-“ was about the only answer you could manage as your body began to short circuit again, jerking under the force of each thrust. Your vision swam as his tail wrapped suddenly around your thigh and flicked over your mons. He snickered under his breath as it flicked again, the tapered end slid between your lips and began tracing back and forth over your clit. You yelped, jumping slightly, and then shook from head to toe as yet another orgasm overwhelmed you. “Zagan-“ You moaned, feeling the ridges of his cock scrape against your tightening muscles in a way that made every nerve of your body burst to life at once. It was good that Raguel was holding you up, because otherwise you would have face planted into the mattress.
“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, I’m going to fucking fill you.” Zagan grunted, burying himself deeper and rutting in once, twice, and then his cock twitched, the steady pulse of his orgasm answering your own. “I could fucking live inside you, darling.” He sighed, grinding forward as his dick throbbed. You moaned, letting your head loll to the side as Raguel kissed your neck, occasionally licking your skin. Zagan pulled your hips back, jostling you and snapping you a little out of your afterglow. “I could keep it inside, you know, until I’m ready to go again.” You huffed out a breath, trying to behave like he didn’t feel you tighten around him at the suggestion.
“No you can’t.” Raguel said, pulling you forward, clean off of him and out of Zagan’s grip, tossing you down onto the bed and pulling off his torn and ruined clothes in a smooth motion. “I’m about to prove you wrong.” His cock was hard again, and as he spread your legs his wings flared out, effectively blocking Zagan’s view. He fisted his dick in one hand and collapsed forward over you, supporting himself with the other.
Seeing his whole body for the first time made your chest ache. The beauty of it, the broad strokes of muscle across his frame, his curly hair, his massive stature- it awed you. You reached out to him, almost despite yourself, and gasped out some wordless plea. It didn’t matter that your body had taken so much. You could take more. You could take him.
“Are you ready, Yekirati?” He breathed, voice a growl in your ear as you slid your hands over his torso.
“Please, Raguel, please.” You whined, canting your hips up. He smiled, and kissed your temple, lining himself up and pushing forward, teasing you with the head of his thick cock.
“You’re so perfect, you are a marvel.” He breathed, dipping in and pulling out less than an inch, making you groan in frustration, trying to gain leverage to push yourself down onto him. He tutted. “Be patient, Yekirati, do not rush. I’m nervous you will be hurt.”
“Put it in me.” You demanded, canting your hips up. He sighed and flicked one wing up, looking over at Zagan, who had apparently been sulking at the end of the bed.
“Can you hold her still so that she does not rush this?” He asked, tone slightly bitter. Zagan suddenly grinned.
“What, you need my help to pop your cherry?” He sneered, but Raguel just frowned at him.
“I have no fruit. Simply hold Yekirati so that she does not harm herself trying to take me too quickly. She is very small.”
“Not that small.” You protested, finally getting to see Zagan’s half hard cock and noting that, like the rest of him, it was more slight than Raguel’s. Still definitely substantial, but Raguel had a third fucking leg. Zagan shrugged.
“You don’t have to beg me to hold a sexy woman.” He said, slinking across the bed and getting behind you, wrapping his arms around your chest and ribs and pinning your legs wide with his heels. You thought, briefly, that it seemed as though after three hundred years with only each other, Zagan and Raguel had become more comfortable with one another than they might ever admit. The thought was brief because it was interrupted by an angel’s dick pressing into you once again, making all brain functions not purely honed toward processing that sensation obsolete.
“Fuck, Raguel…” You gasped, gripping his shoulder with one hand and squeezing Zagan’s forearm with the other, trying to push your hips toward his; despite the new pin the demon had you locked in. Raguel’s eyes were closed, and the muscles in his jaw were working frantically, showing how hard he was straining against his impulse to let go and just fuck into you. He pulled out and pushed in again, spreading you deeper, the stretch setting your mind buzzing uselessly.
“Damn, no wonder you broke, watching her from here is nearly as good as seeing it from there.” Zagan rumbled, stroking your skin soothingly and resting his cheek against your head, “Your cock really is huge. Why’d he give you that thing?”
“Stop talking.” Raguel spat, arms shaking with effort as he pulled out again, turning his face to one side and screwing his features up. “You distract me.”
“Oh, sorry, I was just making conversation about how your mammoth penis is splitting open the human like an axe with a log. She’s fucking trembling with it, Angel. You’re right, I think if I let go she’d probably slam herself up onto it and try to fuck herself unconscious. You should look over here at her face, Raguel, she’s a fucking mess. Hey beautiful, how’s it feel, taking an angel’s virginity? When you show up in hell you’ll get a reception for the ages, and probably a knighthood.”
“She won’t go there.” Raguel growled, his hips stuttering slightly, pushing in faster than he might have meant to, sending you panting and whining like an animal. “I’ll come get her and bring her to heaven myself.”
Zagan paused, and you could feel his muscles tense at the idea of you going to heaven. You, however, gasped, and pulled on as much of Raguel’s hair as you could reach.
“Please, please fuck me, I need it, I need it.” You begged, and Raguel’s eyes fell to you, that broken kind of expression taking over his face as he saw you, tearful and messy beneath him.
“Glory… I can do nothing to resist you. I’m sorry.” He hissed, snapping his hips forward and sending you lurching with the force. You squeaked with surprise and your legs shook, the muscles in your stomach flinching and tensing as he rolled into you, wings spread out as he worked, occasionally almost beating. It reminded you of how your feet and hands twitched as the feeling overtook you.
He inhaled sharply, eyelids hooded as he gazed down at you, rocking with the impact of his hips against yours, even with the demon spreading you wide for him. “Raguel!” You whined, arching in Zagan’s grip, shaking and blinking away tears.
“Hell, you’re a work of art darling.” Zagan hissed, groping your chest roughly as you bumped against him with the power of Raguel’s thrusts. “You take cock so fucking well, you were made for it. You shouldn’t ever be allowed to do anything else.” He ground against your back a little, matching Raguel’s rhythm lightly and letting out a hiss. “Beautiful.”
You keened, closing your eyes and losing yourself in the feeling. “Yekirati…” Raguel murmured, lowering himself slightly. “Yekirati, look at me. I want to see your eyes. Watch me.”
You moaned, and let your eyes fall open again, looking up at his beautiful face and letting out a pathetic little sob. Your hand slid down his neck and to his chest, then along his arm. “You’re gonna break me…” You sighed, arching again, trying to move in a futile way. “You’re gonna ruin me…”
He pressed his lips to your cheek and smiled sweetly, his dark eyes overflowing with something you couldn’t interpret. “If you are to come to ruin, I will be the only thing to do it, Kol Sheli. I would let nothing else break you.” And then he sped up, knocking into you with the force of a small train, driving the air from your lungs and sending you scrambling for purchase, gripping onto Zagan’s arms like a lifeline. The pressure in your head mounted. Raguel groaned, hammering into you with a single minded focus that made you wonder how on earth the demon holding you survived three hundred years of this being trying to kill him. His expression was transfixed, fascinated, like what you might picture on someone who just found their newest obsession, the first hit of an addiction.
It hit you suddenly, with less warning and buildup than the others. Your climax swept you up like a tornado, seemingly useless, doing nothing but robbing you of all sense that wasn’t Raguel fucking you as if he really was trying to break you. Zagan hissed out a breath in your ear, gripping you harder to counteract the way your body spasmed with orgasm.
The angel did not stop, and he did not change his pace. He railed you right through your orgasm and kept going. You lost all sense of time. You wouldn’t have been able to tell someone if it was ten minutes or four hours, but eventually, Raguel’s wings flicked back. They spread to the fullest extent of his wingspan and whacked the ceiling. He gasped, bottoming out, and then you felt him explode deep within you. It made you whine, digging your nails into Zagan’s arms and making the demon hiss. Shallowly, he pumped again, rocking you both as the waves rolled through him and into you, mixing with Zagan’s and your own cum inside you. Finally, he collapsed, pinning you beneath his massive weight and pressing you hard into Zagan.
“Damn it, you useless lump of muscle, get off us.” The demon snarled, slapping at Raguel’s shoulder. Raguel just groaned, rolling slightly and letting Zagan pull you both out from under him.
You didn’t get far, as Raguel’s hand shot out and caught you around the waist, holding pulling you close to his side. A wing flicked over you like a blanket, and he brought his face close to yours. “Yekirati.” He said, and you finally had the presence of mind to wonder what the nickname meant. You did not, however, have the ability to voice the question before Zagan folded in next to you, nipping your shoulder.
“So.” He said, smiling mischievously, “Who’s better?”
“Shut up.” You groaned, letting your head fall against the pillows. A few heartbeats passed, and then you turned your head toward the demon kissing your shoulder. “Did you get enough energy?” You asked, trying not to unpack why you felt more dread than excitement at the idea of them both leaving. Zagan looked at you, and then frowned.
“Not sure. I might need a while to digest. I might also need a round two. Maybe three… who knows?” He smiled down at you. “If you’ll oblige, of course.”
You settled back against the bedding and shrugged. “Maybe after a nap.”
Raguel shifted a little, pulling you in slightly closer and wrapping a thick thigh over one of yours. “Yes, rest. All else can wait. It’s been three hundred years, after all. We can take our time getting back.”
You tried not to smile at the idea of your biblical houseguests dragging out their stay. You, perhaps, failed.