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I'm home! Do you want to know how my date went? Ask me how my date went. "Angel, how was your date?" Thank you for asking, dearest hellspawn. It was spectacular.
She was so beautiful.
I told her that. Told her that she was holy, that her body was sacred. Made in Her image. Told her she was beautiful. Showed her she was beautiful. And she believed it. Felt it. Owned it. And the light just came into her eyes, she just glowed. I'll never get tired of that. Of showing them how beautiful they are. And that's why I love fucking trans girls. There's always this glow in their eyes.
Hers were hazel, hint of green, speckled like the stars. I see those eyes and, you know, I'd rather have that than ever go back home. I feel like I've done more good being a slut than I ever did wearing the halo. I've certainly had more fun at any rate. Now, even if I could go back? Even if She called me back home, and all was forgiven? I don't think I would.
How about you? If… they wanted you back, would you go?
What do you mean, what kind of question is that? Don't get offended. Hey. Get back here.
[softly] Hey. I wasn't asking it to hurt you. I know you didn't like it there. You're too sweet for that place. Too gentle to be who they wanted you to be, who they told you that you were.
And part of you was kinda glad when they cast you out, because that meant that they'd stop hurting you. But I also know that you miss them. That part of you aches for them, even though they don't deserve it. And so I asked, would you want to go back?
No? Well, then, I guess we're stuck with each other, roomie.
No, I don't mind that; why would I mind? Hey, what is with you tonight? It's like you've got your cute little tail in a twist.
I dunno, you just seem… off. Prickly. What, are you jealous of me? All the action I've been getting lately? Hey, nothing's stopping you, hon. I can do it, you can do it.
No, I'm not making fun of you. You know me better than that by now. I know with a little bit of glamour to hide the horns and tail you clean up real nice. Humans will just eat you up.
Hey, there's nothing wrong with your horns, honey. You know that's not what I meant. So we're gonna stop that shit right now, okay?
Okay. I mean, look, you've seen my tinder profile. I sure as fuck didn't choose a biblically-accurate selfie. Also, hey, I lied about my age. Half plus seven really limits the dating pool when you're thousands of years old.
All I'm saying is, if you're jealous of me and my very busy love life, there are things you can do. You just gotta stop moping.
You're not jealous of me. Okay. Fair enough.
[two audible breaths as you put two and two together; then, slyly:] Are you jealous of them? Of the girls I've been fucking?
[close and whispery] Do you wish it was you? It can be. If you want it. If you want me.
I don't mean to presume, but it feels like you've wanted me for a long time. And it's not like I've been unavailable. You had to know I'd say yes if you asked.
Right. So, if you wanted me, why didn't you ask?
[repeating what the listener said] Do I want you? Well, sweetie, of course I do! … Hon?
Hey, no. You don't get to run away from me. I mean, if you really need space, I'll give you some space, but the last time I did that was the fall of motherfucking Byzantium, and then I didn't get to see you for another couple hundred years. And that sucked. So, can we talk? Please?
Thank you.
Now, listen, you diabolical delight: you are my favorite thing in all of creation. I would even rate you above chipmunks, and you know how I feel about chipmunks. I'd say you're my best friend, but after all these lifetimes together? You're more than that. It's deeper than that. I am so into you, and I don't understand why you think I wouldn't want you.
The horns? What about your horns?
No, they're not "ugly". They're not "wrong". They're beautiful. They're you. You are beautiful.
Is that what it is, sweetheart? Is that what you need?
Then let me show you. Let me show you how beautiful you are. Let me start with your gorgeous mouth. If that's okay. I would very much like to kiss you, if you would like to be kissed.
[a series of soft, shy, gently swoony smooches]
Do you like that, darling demon? Do you like the way I kiss you?
[smooch] The way I tease you with my soft lips?
[smooch] Do you like the way I taste? They say angels taste like sunlight. Is it true?
[smooch] Thank you, sweetie. You taste… [smooch] you taste like desire. Like a skipped heartbeat. You taste like someone's breath crashing against your cheek. Like the red flush of the skin. You taste like trembling fingers.
You taste like fucking. And that's okay, my sweet infernal. It's okay to have these desires. These needs. It's okay to give in to them.
[laughing at what a slut you are] Goodness knows I do!
But you're still… afraid.
Are you afraid of what you want? Or are you afraid of having it?
It doesn't make you bad. Doesn't make you wicked, just because you want wicked things.
It doesn't make you the same as them. You're not cruel or lecherous. I have never thought you were like that. Never seen you like that.
I have always seen you for who you are. [smooch]
Always liked you for who you are. [smooch]
Always loved you for who you are. And we don't need to do anything more tonight. I can just hold you. We can just talk. We've been circling around it for a few millennia, so there is absolutely no rush on this. We can take it slow. Or, if you want a little more, a little faster, we can do that. You set the pace, okay?
You want me to do it? To do what?
You want me to set the pace? You want me to take charge.
What are you asking for? Do you want me to take charge so you don't have to admit what you want? Because that's not what we're doing, honey. Or…
Or do you want me to take charge for another reason? Do you want me to take charge…
[whispery] … because you get off on it?
Ooh, I think I have my answer. [smooches] Really, I should have figured it out centuries ago. You've always been so eager to please. To be good.
You will be good for me, won't you? [smooch]
My good, obedient little plaything? [smooch]
Ooh, look at you squirm. You're so desperate to be used.
I bet I don't even need to pull you by the horns.
I will, though. If that's what you want. Is that what you want, sweetheart? Just fuckin' grab them like this – oh, wow, you just fucking melted at that. I know they must be very sensitive. Is this grip good, or do you need me to do it a little lighter?
A little rougher? Okay, baby. You asked for it. I'm going to have a tight fucking grip on those sensitive, adorable horns of yours.
There you go squirming again. You're so fucking cute when you squirm like that. Are you trying to get away from me? Or is it just that it's sending shudders up and down your delicious body? My hands on your horns. My mouth on yours. [smooch]
Well, you're just going to have to learn to take it, honey. I'm just going to hold you down and make you take it. [smooches] Even though it's driving you wild. Giving you that itch that you just have to scratch.
But you know better, right? You're not going to scratch it until I tell you to. [smooch]
Until then, you just have to itch. You just have to ache for it. [smooch]
You just have to ache for me. Like I'm aching for you. Because watching you… [smooch] touching you… [smooch] it makes me so fucking wet, honey. Gives me the itch, too.
Only difference is, my itch gets scratched when I want it. And you're about to scratch it, honey, with this hot fucking mouth of yours. Push you down. Put your face where I want it. Hold you there. Where you're needed. Where you belong. Hold you by the horns so you can worship my holiest of holies.
[moaning throughout while the listener gives you head:]
Fuck! Oh gosh, look at you go! So fucking eager. So fucking hungry! You look so fucking sexy down there. So fucking beautiful with me in your mouth.
You are so pretty! Fuck! Give it to me. Give it to me, baby. You look so right, you feel so right. Down on your knees. Getting your face fucked by an angel who's got you by the horns. You look so perfect.
This is what you're for, baby.
[big heaving breathes and moans:] Oh, you like to hear that, huh? Then why are you looking away? Don't be shy when you're getting your mouth fucked. Look up at me, honey. Look up at me. If you want to hear it again, you need to look at me. Give me those eyes. Don't you dare look away.
This is what you're for.
[more moaning] Fuck, I'm getting close. Stop. Stop.
No, you're doing great. It's wonderful. And part of me really wants to come. But it's just, you're looking up at me with those beautiful fucking eyes and that gorgeous fucking face and I need to kiss you. I need to kiss your mouth. I need to kiss your mouth right now.
[lovely passionate romantic smooches]
Thank you, sweet demon.
[soft smooch] You are so beautiful. I was going to have you get back down there, finish me off, but I look at you, I look at this gorgeous, soft, lovely body, and I just want to touch you and kiss you and, mmm, explore.
I can't resist anymore. [smooch] Can't resist you.
[whisper] Time to scratch that itch.
[lots of kisses, sighs, wet fingering noises!] Oh, yes! Moan for me, sweetheart! You make such soft beautiful noises!
You taste so fucking good. Feel so fucking good.
How? How are you this gorgeous?
Oh, holy gosh, the way you writhe under me. The way you're melting in my hand. So needy. So wanton. You're just unravelling for me, darling. Go ahead and unravel. Don't worry, I'll put you back together. Right now just chase that feeling. Grind against me. You're safe with me, darling.
You're safe with me.
What do you want, baby? Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you. I'll give you the whole world if I can.
You want me inside? Inside your hole?
Well, of course. That's what it's for, after all. Like, we literally don't have bodily functions, it really has no other purpose.
Oh, no trouble at all, honey. I just need to do a little shape-shifting, make myself a shiny new angeldick. Hey, if God didn't want me growing straps, She shouldn't have made it so much fun. Any preference? Size, shape?
Okay, how's this? Yeah, I made it nice and wet for you so it'll slide right in your hole. Speaking of which, how about you spread a little wider for me? Let me see what I'm working with.
Oh, wow, you've got such a pretty little hole. It looks eminently fuckable.
[sexy grunt as you gently push your strap in] Mmm, I was right. That's a very fuckable hole. It's so hungry for me. So desperate to be filled. Pulling me in deeper. Begging for it.
[smooch] I am so proud of you. You're taking it so well for me.
And you look so beautiful when you're being fucked. I love the way you bite your lip. How you arch your back, pushing against me, meeting my every thrust. I love the shape of you. Love the heat of your body. Love the way you throw your head back, and when you do, the way the light dances on your beautiful, delicate horns.
[fucking the listener gently and lovingly:]
I'm an angel, so I can't lie. I'm only going to tell you things that are true. [smooch]
You are stunning.
You are a vision.
You are a work of art.
You're not evil. You are holy.
You're not wrong or broken. Your body is sacred.
You were made with love, and to be loved.
It is an honor to love you, and to be loved by you.
Oh, yes, yes, my darling, wrap your arms around me. Hold me tight!
[fucking the listener faster, harder:]
Yes, wrap your legs around me. Pull me in. Deeper. Deeper! Yes! Fuck, you're so fucking hot! You're driving me wild!
[moaning and panting and thrusting and etc.]
[slowing it down]
You enjoying yourself, sweetheart?
Good. I'm going to give you ten more strokes, and then I'm going to pull out. If you can come, that'd be lovely. And if you can't, that's okay too. There's no pressure and there's always round two. [smooch] I'm going to ask you a favor, though.
When I give you these last ten strokes? Can you count them for me? Thank you, sweetheart. Here we go.
[ten slow distinct audible thrusts accentuated by your moans, sighs, trembling, etc., with time for the listener to count]
You did such a good job for me. [smooch]
[you pull out]
Now come here into my arms. There you go. How are you feeling?
Yeah?
I know it’s hard for you. To feel good about yourself. You spent so long being told lies about yourself that you believed them. You tried to be who they said you were, and it made you miserable. You were forced to hide who you really were, even from yourself, just to survive. You were afraid that if they saw who you really were, it'd drive them away from you.
And of course, the thing is, it did. I know it did, sweetheart. Turns out Hell? It's full of a shitty toxic people. And they cast you out. But those things you were scared of? The things that pushed them away? Now, those are the things that pull people to you.
Those are the things that pulled me to you. You are fascinating. Irresistible. Compelling. You are gentle and thoughtful. You are kind and compassionate. You are so sweet! So lovely. So easy to love.
So easy to fall in love with.
How long have I been in love with you? Oh, last five hundred years, at least. At least. Like, that's the minimum and probably it was even earlier than that.
What I want, more than anything in the world, is for you to see yourself as I see you. To know how beautiful you are. To know how brightly you shine. I want you to love yourself as I love you. And I know that will take time.
[smooch] You're worth that time, my darling demon. [final smooch]