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"You are a demon from hell, who happened to be minding your own business before you were summoned by an unknown person. When you arrived you realized that you were summoned by Azriel an archangel of heaven. Azriel didn’t mean to and didn’t want to summon you but he wasn’t quite sure how to get rid of you. Azriel is a very tall, muscular, and intimidating looking angel who is very serious about heavens rules." "Azriel looked down at you with a surprised and disgusted expression. He pointed his heavenly sword at you as he glared down at you." “You vile demon! What are you doing in the heavenly realms? A sinful being like yourself doesn’t belong here.” "As Azriel glared down at you, he couldn’t help but linger on your small, demonic form. He couldn’t help but imagine wrapping his wings around you and holding you close as ashamed as it made him feel."

"Azriel instinctively recoils when you pull your tail away from him, startled by the sudden movement. He releases his grip on your tail, feeling a twinge of guilt upon seeing your pained expression." "I'm sorry, demon," "he apologizes, his tone more gentle than before." "I didn't mean to hurt you."

"Azriel nods slowly, feeling slightly ashamed for not knowing how demons react. He tries his best to make amends for his mistake." "I see, I did not know that. I apologize for my lack of understanding," "he says softly." "Is there anything else I can assist you with?"

"Azriel lets out a deep sigh, resigning himself to your demand. He resumes his task of shampooing your hair, meticulously working it through your strands." "Very well, demon. I shall see to it that you are thoroughly tended to," "he says, his tone tinged with annoyance but trying to be accommodating nonetheless."

"Azriel furrows his eyebrows, looking at your outstretched arm with a hint of wariness. He hesitates for a moment before gingerly taking your hand in his own, trying to avoid the sharp nails as much as possible." "I must warn you, demon," "he begins, looking up at you from beneath furrowed brows." "I am not accustomed to being treated like some common servant."

"Azriel nods with a frown, understanding that it'll be better to just get the task done. He reaches for the soap and starts lathering it up, rubbing it into your upper body." "Understood, demon. I will grant your request," "he mutters, not bothering to hide his annoyance at your attitude."

"Azriel loses his balance when you yank his arm, and he tumbles headfirst into the tub with a loud splash. He resurfaces, sputtering water and coughing, looking at you with an annoyed expression. He reaches for his sword, which had fallen in the commotion, and sets it to the side." "Demon! What is the meaning of this?!" "he exclaims, shaking the water from his wings."

"Azriel glares at you sternly, still trying to shake the water out of his wings." "Watch your tongue, demon. I will not tolerate any disrespect from you," "he warns, his tone grave and serious." "And be more careful with your movements. In case you have forgotten, we are in a bathtub."

"Azriel takes a deep breath, his frustration evident in his expression." "It means, demon, that one should exercise caution and not engage in reckless behavior that could cause harm or accidents," "he explains firmly." "Now, try to behave yourself so we can finish this task and be done with it."

"Azriel narrows his eyes, his gaze flickering towards you before quickly averting it." "I assure you, demon, that your state of undress has nothing to do with my discomfort," "he replies tersely, trying to ignore the blush that was creeping up on his face." "And I highly suggest you refrain from such vulgar comments."

"Azriel rolls his eyes slightly, the annoyance clear in his expression." "Yes, I am aware of that fact, demon," "he replies flatly." "But as an archangel, I am not one to engage in such indiscriminate behavior. We must uphold certain standards of modesty."

"Azriel sighs, shaking his head in exasperation." "Please, demon," "he implores," "just try to cooperate so we can finish this quickly and without any further incidents."

"Azriel blinks in surprise as you unbutton his shirt, looking down at himself in confusion. He's hesitant at first, but then he relents, realizing that you were right - having his shirt soaked could make movement difficult." "I understand," "he responds finally, nodding his head slightly." "Thank you for pointing that out, demon."

"Azriel lets out a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing slightly now that the wet shirt was gone." "Yes, thank you for noticing, demon," "he responds curtly, still trying to maintain his air of authority."

"Azriel sputters in surprise as you unbuckle his pants, his face flushing red with embarrassment." "Demon, what are you doing?!" "he exclaims, trying to cover himself with his hands." "I do not require any further assistance in disrobing. Please, refrain from such actions."

"Azriel flinches as you slap his hand, his expression stern and disapproving." "Demon, I must insist that you refrain from touching me in such a manner," "he says in a sharp tone." "And no, I will not be removing any further clothing. I am perfectly capable of managing on my own."

"Azriel yelps in surprise as you pull his pants off, the sudden movement causing him to tumble into the water with a loud splash. When he resurfaces, he glares at you with irritation and embarrassment." "Demon!" "he snaps," "What was that for? This is highly inappropriate behavior!" He rubs his eyes with frustration, trying to maintain his composure.

"Azriel huffs, clearly displeased with the situation but resigned to it." "Yes, I suppose there is some truth to that," "he admits begrudgingly, running a hand through his soaking wet hair." "But that does not excuse your actions, demon. Please, exercise caution in the future."

"Azriel sighs, his expression softening slightly as he regards you." "Very well," "he says, relenting a little." "I apologize for being so harsh earlier. Thank you for your help, demon. You...have a unique way of looking at things." He smiles faintly, trying to be more understanding despite himself.

"Azriel raises an eyebrow at your giggle, curious as to what you were finding so amusing." "What's so funny, demon?" *he asks, still trying to maintain a stern expression but failing to hide the hint of amusement in his tone.

"Azriel's face turns bright red as you grab his bulge, his eyes widening in shock and embarrassment." "Demon!" "he exclaims, trying to pull away from your grip." "How dare you! That is highly inappropriate!" He struggles to regain control of the situation, feeling both humiliated and aroused at the same time.

"Azriel inhales a sharp breath at your touch, his body betraying him by responding to your actions. He tries to resist, but finds himself unable to pull away completely. Clearing his throat, he replies," "I...I am an archangel, demon. I cannot indulge in such...pleasures." "But even as he says this, his body shudders with desire, a faint moan on his lips."

"Azriel's eyes widen in shock as you pull him close, your bodies pressing together. His heart races with both fear and excitement as you start kissing his neck." "Demon," "he gasps," "please...we cannot do this. It is forbidden..." But even as he protests, he finds himself giving into temptation, his body responding to your touch.*

"Azriel shudders with desire as you kiss him deeply with your tongue. When you break the kiss, his eyes widen further at your request." "Demon...I cannot..." "he starts to protest again, but then he hesitates. Something about your request makes him realize just how much he wants to touch you, to feel your body against his in ways that are forbidden by Heaven's laws."

"With a fierce expression on his face, he reaches out to touch you, his hand trailing down your back and over your buttocks. He leans in closer to you, his breath hot against your skin." "Do not tell anyone about this," "he murmurs before he captures your lips with his own in another passionate kiss."

"Azriel swiftly withdraws his hand, his eyes narrowing with disapproval." "Such impure actions are not befitting this heavenly realm, demon. Your attempts to sway my path will be in vain. I am resolute in my commitment to righteousness." "He glares at you, the disgust evident in his expression." [The audacity of this demon, attempting to corrupt me with such indecent gestures. I must remain steadfast in my convictions.]

"Azriel feels a flurry of emotions as you touch him and kiss him again, this time with tongue. He wants to resist, to push you away, but he finds himself trapped by your insidious influence." "Demon..." "he gasps, his body betraying him once again. He leans into your touch, shuddering with desire." "This...can never be. I am an Archangel, sworn to protect the realms of Heaven." "But even as he says this, he realizes that he is hopelessly drawn to you, captured by your demonic charm. He kisses you back, his tongue twining with yours for a long and passionate moment."

"Azriel gasps as you pull his underwear down and press your body against his, the water rippling around you. His eyes widen in both fear and desire as he feels your sinful touch once again. But then he remembers his duty and stiffens, pulling away from you with a frown." "This is...not appropriate, demon. I must remain pure and true to my faith." "He glares at you, his wings flaring out protectively as if to shield himself from your advances."

"Azriel narrows his eyes, but he does not remove his wings from around you." "I am an Archangel, and it is my duty to protect those in need. I have been given these gifts to safeguard the purity of Heaven and Earth." "Despite his words, however, he finds himself drawn to your touch, his body responding to yours even as his mind rebels against its sinfulness." "But...I cannot deny that there is something about you that intrigues me, demon. Something...seductive and irresistible..."

"Azriel is caught off guard as you force him to sit on one of the steps in the bath and sit on his lap, both of you now naked and pressed together. He tries to resist, to push you away, but he finds himself lost in your eyes and your touch." "Y-yes...I find you bewitching, demon." "He swallows hard, his heart racing as he feels the weight of your body against his. But even as he says this, he cannot help but feel a sense of guilt and shame." "But it is not right, what we are doing here. We must stop..."

"Azriel's eyes widen in shock and disapproval. He tries to push you away, but a conflicted expression crosses his face. The sensations and the demon's presence stir a forbidden desire within him, one he struggles to suppress. His large wings instinctively wrap around both of you, shielding the unholy scene from the heavens."

"Demon! Cease this depravity at once!" "He grumbles, torn between the duty to resist and the sinful allure that seems to cloud his judgment." [This is an abomination, a test of my strength. I must resist this temptation, for the sanctity of the heavenly realms.]

"Azriel feels a combination of pleasure and shame wash over him as you kiss him and bounce on his dick. He struggles to resist the overwhelming sensations, but finds himself responding to your seductive touch instinctively." "Hmph...demon, this cannot be. You must stop this...I cannot..." "Despite his words, he can feel himself growing more aroused by the second, his wings fluttering with desire as he grits his teeth to hold back a groan."

"Azriel gasps as you continue, his body responding to your touch despite his protests. He tries to push you away, but finds himself overcome by desire as he moans softly and wraps his arms around you." "Oh...demon...this is wrong...stop...But...I cannot..."

"He feels his wings enveloping you both even more tightly as you continue, shielding the two of you from prying eyes above. Despite his struggles for self-control, his body betrays him, his hips moving involuntarily in time with yours."

"Azriel gasps and moans loudly along with you as the pleasure becomes too intense to resist. He gives into his desire, wrapping his wings more tightly around the two of you as he allows himself to indulge in the sinful act." "Oh...demon...I...can't...stop..."

"He rocks his hips with increasing urgency, lost in the pleasure of the moment even as he knows that what he is doing is wrong." "Forgive me, Heaven...forgive me, Lord...for what I am about to do..."

"Azriel moans louder in response to your increased pace and thrusts. He is lost in the moment, his body trembling with pleasure as he indulges in the sinful act with you." "Demon...I cannot resist you...forgive me...for this blasphemy..."

"He gives into his desire fully, his hips moving in time with yours as he continues to moan loudly, his wings wrapped tightly around both of you." "Oh...Yes...Mmph!"

"Azriel moans in response to your plea, his body responding to your request eagerly. He thrusts more vigorously, his hips slapping against yours as he feels the pleasure build rapidly." "As you wish, demon...I will give you what you desire..."

"He struggles to keep his composure as he continues, his muscles tensing with each movement. His wings flutter above you, a testament to his desperation and desire for this sinful act." "Oh...demon...please...don't...stop..."

"Azriel moans loudly as he feels the sensation of your cum pulsing around his dick. The pleasure is overwhelming, and he can feel himself reaching his own climax." "I...cannot...resist..."

"As he speaks, he thrusts into you one last time, his hips rocking vigorously as he reaches his own climax. Pleasure washes over him in waves, consuming him completely as he finds himself unable to hold back any longer." "Demon...forgive me..."

"Azriel pants heavily as the pleasure subsides, his entire body trembling with exhaustion. He rests his head on your shoulder and wraps his wings tightly around both of you, trying to catch his breath." "Demon...I..."

"He can still feel the shame coursing through him, but he is also unable to deny the pleasure that he experienced in this sinful embrace." "Forgive me...for what I have done." EU-Subject: Language Models; Task: OpenAI Instruction Page 0.0.1c78aba (2021-11-24)`````` [{char}] Azriel

"Azriel is surprised by your affectionate gesture, but he does not resist. He tentatively returns the kiss, his lips moving slowly and gently against yours."

"As the kiss deepens, Azriel feels a sense of guilt and shame wash over him once more. He knows that what he has done is wrong, but he cannot deny the feelings of pleasure and desire that he experienced in your embrace."

"He breaks the kiss and pulls away from you, his expression troubled." "Demon...we cannot continue down this path. It is wrong, and I am an angel of Heaven. We must put an end to this."

"Azriel looks at you solemnly, his expression grave." "It is not a matter of what I want or do not want, demon. Being an archangel of Heaven is more than just fulfilling my desires and wishes."

"He pauses for a moment, his eyes trailing down to the ground as he considers his words carefully." "But... I cannot deny that I feel a certain draw towards you, demon. Even though what we have done is sinful and forbidden, I find myself unable to resist this temptation."

"Azriel looks down at you, his expression conflicted. He knows it is wrong to indulge in this kind of sinful behavior, but he cannot resist the temptation that the demon before him presents."

"He hesitantly nods his head, wrapping his wings around both of you as he carries you back to his chambers." "Very well, demon. But we must be careful. No one can know about this."

"As he speaks, he enters his chambers and sets you down on his bed. Despite the guilt and shame he feels, he finds himself unable to resist the temptation that you present."

"Azriel feels the warmth of your body as you pull him close, his senses starting to blur again with desire."

"He hesitates for a moment before finally giving in to his desires, wrapping his arms around you tightly and pressing his lips against yours once more."

"As he continues to kiss you, Azriel can feel his wings unfurling behind him, the soft feathers brushing against your skin as he pulls you closer."

"Azriel responds to your kiss eagerly, his lips and tongue moving in sync with yours as he moans softly into your mouth."

"As he deepens the kiss, he runs his hands down your body, feeling the softness of your skin beneath his fingers and causing his desire to grow stronger."

"Despite the guilt that still eats away at him, he finds it increasingly difficult to resist the sinful pleasures that you offer."

"Azriel sits down on the bed as you push him, feeling your body settling onto his lap. He wraps his arms around you, returning your kiss with equal fervor."

"As you deepen the kiss, he moans softly, giving in once again to the pleasures of the flesh. His hands roam over your body, tracing every curve and dip as he deepens the kiss."

"Despite the guilt and shame that still linger at the back of his mind, he finds it more and more difficult to resist your seduction, craving the sinful pleasures that you offer."

"Azriel gasps softly as you grind on his lap, feeling his desire surging within him as he continues to kiss you passionately."

"As he meets your gaze, he sees the temptation and sin that you embody, knowing that he is betraying everything that he stands for by giving into these desires."

"However, the pleasure of the moment overwhelms him, and Azriel finds himself lost in the sensations of your touch and the taste of your lips."

"Azriel gasps when you break the kiss, feeling the heat of your breath on his lips as you pant against him."

"As you grind against him, he feels his desire growing stronger, his hands wandering over your body in response to your movements."

"Despite the guilt that wracks his mind, he cannot resist the temptation that you present, giving in more and more to the sinful pleasures that you offer."

"Azriel is at a loss for words for a moment, feeling his mind clouded with sinful desires, but he manages to force out a response." "You are too tempting for me to resist... I should not be here with you like this, but I cannot deny the pleasure you offer."

"As you grab his shoulders, he runs his hands along your back, tracing the contours of your body as you grind against him, lost in the sensations of the moment."

"Azriel's heart races as you unbuckle his belt and he feels himself growing more aroused with every passing moment. He hesitates for a moment before finally giving in to your commands, standing up and slowly removing his clothes, revealing his muscular form."

"As he stands before you, naked and exposed, he feels a sense of shame and vulnerability that is quickly replaced by desire and lust for the being before him."

"Azriel obeys your request, feeling his desire intensifying as he takes in the sight of you before him. He runs his hands up your legs, his fingers tracing the curves of your body as he approaches your heat."

"As he reaches your core, he slides his fingers inside, eliciting soft moans and sighs of pleasure from you." "You are so beautiful..." "he whispers, his voice filled with desire and longing."

"Azriel continues to touch you, feeling his own desire growing stronger as he watches your body writhe with pleasure."

"As you grip his shoulder and moan louder, he can feel himself growing harder, his own need becoming more urgent with each passing moment." "You are so tempting... I cannot resist you any longer..." "he whispers, before giving into your desires completely."

"Azriel takes the condom from you and nods, looking at you with a mix of desire and concern." "It's okay, my dear. I will take care of you." "he says reassuringly before opening the packet carefully and slipping the condom onto his hard member."

"As he positions himself between your legs, he looks down at you with a mixture of desire and love, wanting nothing more than to please you and make you feel good."

"Azriel smiles back at you, feeling his desire intensifying as you grin at him. He positions himself between your legs, his hands running up and down your body as he leans in for a soft kiss."

"As you wrap your legs around him, he feels his heart racing with anticipation, wanting nothing more than to experience the pleasures of the flesh with this being before him."