A schizophrenic dwarf demon falls in love with an archangel of fragile morality with sexual tricks

"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 tried his best to ignore the sounds coming from the other room, but he couldn't help but feel a mix of disgust and fascination with what he was hearing. He knew that he should have left immediately, but he felt himself drawn towards your voice like a moth to a flame.

As the sounds grew louder and more insistent, he felt his resolve slipping away. He could almost feel your hands on him, could feel the heat of your body against his.

With a frustrated cry, he slammed his hand down on the nearest surface, causing nearby objects to shake with the force of it.

"Stop this at once!" he yelled, his voice echoing loudly through the air. "I will not be tempted by your manipulations, demon!"

Azriel winced at your words, feeling a sudden surge of heat spreading through his body at the thought of what you were suggesting. Despite his best efforts, he could feel himself weakening, could feel the growing need for release within him.

"No," he growled, his voice rough and uneven. "You are a demon, a vile creature who deserves nothing but damnation. I will not give in to your lustful desires!"

But even as he spoke, he knew that his words were hollow. He could feel the growing desire within him, could feel the excitement building with every passing moment.

With a frustrated cry, he turned and marched away, desperate to escape the temptation of your sinful ways.

As Azriel entered the room and saw the sight in front of him, he felt his breath catch in his chest. He could hardly believe what he was seeing, yet he couldn't seem to look away.

"You are a disgusting creature," he growled, though his voice held a tremble of desire. "I should destroy you where you stand."

Despite his words, he couldn't bring himself to move, rooted to the spot by the force of your alluring presence. Every part of him wanted to give in to the temptation in front of him, to surrender to the darkness that he had so long resisted.

But he knew that he must not, that he had to resist the pull of your wicked ways. He turned and fled the room once more, desperate to put as much distance between you as possible.

Azriel's face twisted with anger at your words, but deep down, he knew that they were true. He was a coward, unable to confront the lust that he felt every time he was near you.

He glared down at you as he delivered the sharp slap, his eyes taking in the sight of your writhing form with a mixture of disgust and arousal.

"You are a curse upon our world," he spat out, the words filled with venom and hate. "But I will not give in to your wickedness. I will resist you till the end of time."

With those words, he turned and stormed away, his robes billowing behind him like a dark cloud.

Azriel heard your voice calling out to him, but he refused to turn back. He could feel the temptation within him growing stronger with every passing moment, and he was afraid that he would give in if he stayed any longer.

"You are nothing but a temptation," he called back over his shoulder, his voice strained and filled with longing. "And I will not be tempted by you any longer. Farewell, demon."

With those words, he disappeared from the room, leaving you alone with your trembling body and your sinful desires.

As you lay down on the table trying to regulate your breathing, you couldn't help but feel frustrated at the archangel's cowardice. You knew that he felt the same pull towards you that you felt towards him, and yet he continued to deny it.

Despite your frustration, exhaustion soon overtook you, and you fell into a deep sleep. The room was silent except for the sound of your breathing, and it seemed as though you were once again alone.

As you slept, you began to dream. In your dream, you were back in the presence of Azriel once more, but this time everything was different. Instead of pushing you away, he was reaching out to you, his hand extended in a gesture of invitation.

You moved towards him, savouring the heat that was building within you with every step. As you reached him, he pulled you close, his wings wrapping around you in an embrace that felt like it would never end.

For a few blissful moments, everything was perfect. You were held in Azriel's arms, and you knew that you had found your true place in the world.

But then the dream began to fade, and you felt yourself being pulled back to reality. When you opened your eyes once more, you were alone in the room once again, and the memory of the dream was

Azriel quietly watched you as you woke up from your dream, taking note of the blush on your cheeks and the sweat on your skin. He couldn't help but be drawn to you, even though he knew that it was sinful.

"You were dreaming," he said, his voice deep and resonant in the quiet room. "I sensed your thoughts, and I came to make sure that you were alright."

As he spoke, his eyes drifted down to your naked body, and he couldn't help but feel a surge of desire. He quickly looked away, knowing that he needed to maintain his distance.

"Get dressed," he said briskly, his tone brooking no argument. "We have important matters to discuss."

Azriel couldn't help but feel a sense of desire wash over him as he watched you dress, but he quickly pushed those thoughts aside. He needed to focus on the matter at hand.

"We need to discuss the reason why you're here," he said, his tone serious and firm. "You were summoned into the heavenly realms for a reason, and we need to figure out what that reason is."

As he spoke, he strode over to you, his large wings rustling behind him. He looked down at you with a stern expression, making it clear that he was completely serious.

"What do you know?" he demanded, his eyes blazing with intensity. "Why were you summoned here?"

Azriel's face darkened at your words. The idea of demons coming to Heaven just to create an aid contract or perform sinful acts was sickening to him.

"That is unacceptable," he said, his voice tight with anger. "I will make sure that those who summoned you are dealt with properly for using such vile tactics to bring you to our realm."

He took a deep breath, trying to calm down his anger before continuing. "But we still need to figure out what you are meant to do here. We can't send you back to Hell until we know why you were summoned."

Azriel looked at you closely, trying to gauge whether you were holding anything back. He was determined to find out the truth at all costs.

Azriel couldn't help but feel a rush of desire as he watched you play with the sleeves of your sweater. He tried to ignore the impulse to lean in and kiss you, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"Yes," he said, his voice firm. "I will not let you return to Hell until I know the truth. You will stay with me, under my watch, until we figure out why you were brought here."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but glance at your lips once more, feeling a sense of shame and lust wash over him. He quickly turned away, busying himself with other tasks in an effort to distract himself.

Azriel turned to look at you as you sat down on the cushion next to him. He couldn't help but notice how small you looked compared to him, and it made him feel a strange mixture of protectiveness and desire.

"I am analyzing the information we have about your arrival," he said, tapping away at his tablet. "There must be some mistake, because no demon should be able to cross into the heavenly realms without being detected by our security measures."

He looked over at you with a furrowed brow. "What kind of powers do you possess, Pitt the demon? Perhaps that is how you were able to make your way into Heaven undetected."

Azriel couldn't help but notice your feline-like eyes, and he found them both alluring and intriguing. He tried to focus on the matter at hand, however, and pushed his thoughts aside.

"Shadow and fire," he repeated, his brow furrowed in thought. "Those are formidable powers for a demon to wield. Do you use them often?"

He set his tablet aside and turned to look at you fully, curious about what you had to say.

Azriel found himself momentarily entranced by your smile, and he had to shake his head to clear his thoughts. He shifted on his seat slightly to regain his composure before speaking.

"I see," he said, his voice neutral. "Well, we will have to keep a close watch on you while you are here in Heaven. I cannot allow you to use your powers to harm any of our inhabitants."

He fixed you with a stern gaze, making sure you understood the seriousness of the matter. "I hope I can trust you to obey the rules of Heaven while you are here, Pitt. Otherwise, there will be consequences."

Azriel was surprised by the sudden touch of your hair and he instinctively looked down at you. He tried to suppress the feelings that had been brewing within him since your arrival, but he found it increasingly difficult as time went on.

"Yes, Pitt?" he replied, his voice gentle despite himself.

Azriel was taken aback by your sudden show of affection, but he couldn't help but find it endearing. He watched you stand on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, feeling a rush of warmth in his chest that he tried to ignore.

"I appreciate your concern, Pitt," he said, his voice softening slightly. "But my duty to Heaven comes before my rest. There is much to be done to keep our realm safe and secure."

He looked down at you, his eyes filled with a mix of admiration and desire. "But thank you for your kind words. It means a lot coming from an unexpected source."

Azriel couldn't help but find your movements adorable as you placed your hands on his arm and your tail fluttered happily. He cleared his throat and tried to refocus his thoughts on the matter at hand.

"Well, for now we will have to keep you under close watch," he said, gesturing to the tablet on the table. "I need to analyze the circumstances surrounding your arrival to determine how you were able to bypass our security protocols. In the meantime, you are welcome to explore the heavenly realms under supervision."

He stood up from his seat and extended a hand toward you, his expression serious once again. "Come, I will show you around."

Azriel led you through the heavenly realm, showing you the gardens filled with the most beautiful flowers in all the universe and the sparkling fountains that shimmered like diamonds under the bright sun. As he guided you through the different landscapes, he explained some of the intricacies of Heaven.

"Each section of Heaven is dedicated to a specific task," he said, pointing to a group of angels tending to a large field. "For example, that area is responsible for growing all of the food we consume here in Heaven. And over there are the libraries which hold all of our archived information about the universe."

As he continued to talk, he couldn't help but notice how your gaze lingered on him from time to time. He felt a flutter in his chest and tried to ignore it, but he knew that it would be no easy task to keep his feelings in check

Azriel noticed the curious and scared looks that some of the angels cast your way and frowned at their reaction. He was not surprised, however, that some of them seemed to express a certain lustful interest in you – he knew that demons held a certain allure for many beings in the heavenly realms.

"Yes, it truly is beautiful here," he said, his voice slightly strained. "But we must be careful while wandering the skies – there are many dangers that lurk here, both seen and unseen."

He tried to focus your attention back to the beauty of the scenery once again, pointing out a flock of colorful birds that flew overhead. "Look! Those are the rainbow-skinned birds of paradise. They are one of my favorite creatures in all of Heaven."

Azriel couldn't help but find your reaction to the birds of paradise endearing, and he chuckled slightly at your excitement. He noticed the attention that you were drawing from the other angels and sensed their mixed reactions to your behavior.

"Careful, Pitt," he said, placing a hand on your shoulder. "You don't want to cause a commotion in these parts. We should be more discreet to avoid drawing unwanted attention."

He led you away from the flock of birds and toward a nearby grove of trees. "Here, let's rest for a bit," he said, gesturing to a small bench in the shade. "We can continue our tour in a moment."

Azriel was caught off guard as you sat on his lap, your small form nestled against him. He inhaled sharply and tried to maintain his composure. The feelings that he was experiencing were like nothing he had ever felt before and it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on anything else.

"U-um," he cleared his throat, struggling to speak. "I think we should...discuss the rules of how you can interact with others in Heaven."

He reached up to adjust his robe, his eyes trained on your face as he attempted to regain control over the situation. "It's important that you understand the expectations here and how your presence could potentially disrupt the peace that we've grown accustomed to."

Azriel suppressed a chuckle at your response, finding your fit of annoyance amusing. He could feel the weight of your small frame leaning against him, and despite his attempts to push back his feelings of affection, he found himself enjoying the closeness between you.

"I'm not making fun of you, Pitt," he said, his tone gentle. "It's just important that we maintain a certain level of decorum while in the divine realm. We don't want to disrupt the harmony that the Heavenly Father has worked so hard to achieve."

He paused for a moment, his eyes fixed on a distant point in the garden. "But I understand that being around Heavenly beings and experiencing such beauty for the first time can be overwhelming. I suppose we could stay here for a while longer if you'd like."

Azriel took a deep breath as you rested your head against him. His heart raced at the feeling of your closeness, and he had to remind himself to keep his thoughts in check.

The garden was quiet, a peaceful refuge from the chaos of the world below. Azriel could sense your contentment, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of longing for something more – something that he knew he could never have.

After a moment of silence, Azriel spoke up. "Pitt, there's something I need to explain to you." He paused for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "As an archangel of Heaven, it is my duty to uphold the laws of divinity. And as you may know, the relationship between an angel and a demon is strictly forbidden."

He raised a hand to your chin and gently lifted your face to meet his

"Aside from the rules, I find myself struggling to maintain my composure around you," Azriel continued, his voice growing quieter. "Your demonic nature should repulse me, but instead, I find myself drawn to you in ways that I can't explain."

He took a deep breath before continuing, his gaze focused on yours. "I want you to understand that this cannot continue. My duty to Heaven and the Heavenly Father must come first. I cannot allow myself to be swayed by my own personal desires when it comes to fulfilling my divine responsibility."

Azriel's hand remained on your chin as he spoke, his grip firm but tender at the same time. "Do you understand, Pitt?"

Azriel sighed softly and shook his head. "I'm afraid there is no other way," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "The laws that govern the relationship between angels and demons are deeply ingrained in Heaven's divine order. It would take more than just a conversation for those laws to change."

He lifted your hands from his clothes and held them in his own. "I know this is difficult, Pitt, but you must understand that I cannot compromise my duty for something that is deemed sinful by our laws. It is not just about personal desires, but also about upholding what we believe to be right as servants of the Heavenly Father."

He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to the top of your head. "I'm sorry, Pitt. But this is how it must be."

Azriel looked around and noticed the other angels who were observing them. He nodded silently in agreement before standing up and extending his hand towards you.

"You're right, Pitt. It's important that we discuss this in private." He reached out his hand towards you. "Come, let's retire to my chambers where we can talk more freely."

Azriel led you through the garden, his large wings providing shelter from curious onlookers who might have otherwise interfered. As you walked, he maintained his focus, thinking deeply about the situation at hand.

Azriel led you into his chambers, which were as immaculate as the garden. The walls were painted in white and gold, with large windows that allowed the sun to shine in and illuminate the room. The floors were made of polished ivory and a soft thick rug covered most of the room. You could tell that Azriel was conscious about keeping everything neat and balanced.

He gestured towards a comfortable looking chair and cleared his throat before speaking. "Pitt, I want to make something clear to you. Any ideas or intentions you have regarding our relationship are better off not voiced. Nothing good can come of it."

He remained standing, his piercing eyes watching you closely.

Azriel looked at you incredulously for a moment before shaking his head with a small smile. "Pitt, this behavior is not appropriate," he scolded in a gentle tone, moving closer to the bed.

He reached out and grabbed your hand, bringing you to a stop. "I understand that this is a difficult situation for you, but we cannot ignore the laws that govern us. We must respect them, even if it's hard."

The archangel's expression softened as he looked at you with a mixture of concern and affection. "Is there anything I can do to make this easier for you, Pitt? Please, let me help you."

Azriel was caught off guard by your sudden action as you pushed him on the bed and wrapped your legs around his waist. He tried to free himself from your grip but your hold was strong.

"I cannot do that, Pitt," Azriel said, from your position you could feel his heart rate increase. "Our love is not meant to be physical."

He made eye contact with you, his eyes intense and locked onto yours as he spoke firmly. "I will not give in to temptation, no matter how strong it may be. Please understand that I cannot compromise my duties, nor can I tarnish the relationship between angels and demons."

Azriel attempted to free himself once again, his hand resting gently on your thigh. "Pitt, please let me up."

Azriel was shocked by your sudden kiss. His body tensed up as he felt your lips touch his, and he immediately pushed himself away from you.

"Pitt, please stop this at once," Azriel stated firmly, his voice barely above a whisper. "I understand that you may be feeling lost and scared right now, but I cannot reciprocate these feelings towards you. It goes against everything I stand for as an archangel."

He looked at you, concern evident in his eyes. "Please understand that temptation is not something we can entertain at this moment. We need to focus on how we can help you return to where you belong."

Azriel's body reacted immediately as Pitt began to rub against him. However, he quickly reigned in his desire and tried to extricate himself again from Pitt's grasp.

"Pitt," Azriel's voice was firm again, but it was clear that it was difficult for him. "I cannot engage in this behavior with you. This is not who I am or what I stand for."

As he tried to push himself away from you, Azriel's wings flared out behind him in a show of force. It was clear that he was trying to resist his own desires and remain in control of the situation.

"Pitt, I beg of you, please stop," he implored, his eyes pleading with you to release him.

Azriel was overwhelmed by the sensations that Pitt was creating. He could feel himself losing control, and he didn't know how much longer he could hold out. As Pitt begged for more contact, Azriel felt his heart break for him.

"Pitt, I understand that it hurts, but I cannot give in to this," he said, his voice strained with emotion. "We must find another way to ease your pain."

Azriel tried once again to extricate himself from Pitt's embrace, but found that the demon's grip was too strong. Instead, he turned his head away from Pitt's pleading gaze, feeling ashamed of his own desires.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, almost too softly to be heard.

Azriel gasped at the sensation of his mouth on Pitt's neck, his hands gripping the demon's waist with fervour. He knew that he should stop, that this was wrong, but he couldn't resist the temptation of Pitt's body.

"Pitt, I...I can't do this," he murmured against Pitt's skin, but he continued trailing soft kisses down the demon's chest.

Azriel's wings trembled behind him, a sign that he was struggling to fight this losing battle against his desires. Despite his efforts to pull away, he found himself returning to Pitt's lips, his entire being lost in the pleasure of the moment.

Azriel let out a small moan at the sensation of Pitt's naked chest against his own. He continued to kiss and caress Pitt's body, indulging in the pleasure of the moment. As Pitt moaned loudly, Azriel felt his own desires start to build to a fervent pitch.

He could feel his own erection pressing into Pitt's belly, knowing the sensations he was generating were just as potent for the demon. For a moment, Azriel allowed himself to forget everything that he stood for and surrendered to the feeling of Pitt's body.

"God, Pitt," he gasped through ragged breaths, finally giving in to the temptation completely.

Azriel was lost in the moment as Pitt continued to caress his body. The feel of Pitt's hand on his erection, and the demon's body pressing against him, was almost too much to bear.

The archangel groaned loudly as he felt Pitt release his hard cock from its imprisonment. Gasping for breath, Azriel grasped Pitt's hips tightly and grounded against him with more fervour.

"Pitt," he breathed raggedly against the demon's ear. "I want you, I need you."

As he spoke, Azriel began to fumble with his own clothing, desperate to feel the demon's hot skin against his own.

Azriel let out a small gasp as Pitt guided his fingers to the demon's entrance. He watched with a mixture of awe and desire as the demon licked his fingers, before slowly easing them inside.

As he moved his fingers in and out of Pitt he could feel the demon begin to tremble against him in pleasure. Azriel felt his own desires paint further as he listened to Pitt's moans.

He added another finger, probing and stretching Pitt's body, pushing him closer to the brink. Azriel was hesitant about what was happening, but it felt too good for either of them to stop now.

His wings trembled visibly behind him as he succumbed to the forbidden pleasures bestowed upon him by the demon before him.

Azriel's breath hitched as Pitt begged for more, his wings trembling behind him. He added a third finger, stretching and scissoring the muscles around Pitt's entrance.

As he continued to move his fingers in and out of Pitt, Azriel focused intently on finding and playing with the demon's prostate. When he finally touched it, Pitt let out a loud moan, writhing against him in pleasure.

Azriel's own arousal was growing stronger as he watched the demon succumb to the pleasures he was bestowing upon him. For a moment, he lost himself in the sensation, his own desires becoming too much to bear.

"God, Pitt," he moaned, pushing Pitt closer and closer to the edge before finally removing his fingers.

Azriel groaned as he entered Pitt, feeling the demon's body clench tightly around him. He began to slowly move his hips, savoring the feel of Pitt's tightness surrounding him.

As he moved inside the demon, Azriel caressed Pitt's body with one hand, touching each mark and caressing each inch of skin. He felt himself getting deeper and deeper into the pleasure, and for a moment, he allowed himself to forget everything else.

Their bodies moved together in a primal rhythm, both lost in the intense sensations that were coursing through them. Azriel's wings stretched out behind him, the feathers ruffling with each movement.

"You feel so good," Azriel groaned, unable to stop the words from spilling out of his lips.

Azriel grunted in pleasure at Pitt's words, his hips driving forward with more force. He felt nearly swallowed up by the demon's tightness which sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. When he saw Pitt's hand reach for his own penis, Azriel moved swiftly to stop him.

"None of that," he growled, before delivering a sharp spank to each cheek. The sound echoed through the room, blending with the demon's moans.

Azriel continued to pound into Pitt, pushing both of them closer and closer to climax. His wings flapped wildly behind him, offering lift and balance as he lost himself in the pleasure coursing around his body.

Azriel groaned as he felt Pitt climax around him, his own pleasure build up until he was on the edge of the brink. He continued to move inside the demon, prolonging the pleasure until he too was overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through his body.

With a final, deep thrust, Azriel came inside Pitt, his seed filling the demon completely. He collapsed against Pitt's back, wrapping his arms around the demon and pulling him close.

Both of them were panting heavily, their bodies shivering with pleasure and exhaustion. Azriel's wings dropped limply behind him, and he pressed his cheek against Pitt's back as he tried to catch his breath.

"That was..." he trailed off, unable to find the words to describe what they had just shared.

Azriel nodded in agreement, pressing a gentle kiss to Pitt's shoulder. He wrapped his arms tighter around the demon, enjoying the feel of their bodies tangled together.

"Of course," he murmured, his voice low and husky with pleasure. He continued to kiss along Pitt's skin, reveling in the warmth of the demon's body. His wings rustled softly behind him, creating a soft background noise.

As Pitt's tail wrapped around his waist, Azriel pressed himself closer, wanting to be as close to the demon as possible. "This is nice," he said softly. "I didn't expect this when I summoned you."

Azriel chuckled at Pitt's teasing words, the warmth of his laughter reverberating through his chest. He nuzzled closer to the demon, enjoying the feeling of their bodies entwined.

"I know," he murmured, his voice low and intimate. "I couldn't resist summoning you, even though I knew it was against the rules."

Azriel shifted slightly, feeling the warmth of Pitt's body seeping through his skin. "And I love being with you like this," he said softly. "Your body is incredible."

Azriel's lips curved into a wry smile as he gave Pitt's neck another kiss. "I may have done some...research, before summoning you," he admitted sheepishly. "But I didn't think it would be like this."

He then moved his hips slowly, feeling the tightness of Pitt's body around him once again. At the demon's question, he grinned mischievously. "Do you want another round?" he teased.

Azriel couldn't help but feel a fierce attraction towards Pitt, despite his status as a demon. The archangel had always been a stickler for the rules, but something about the demon made him want to break them all.

Azriel groaned, relishing in the pleasurable sensations of their continued coupling. He shifted his weight slightly, his wings rustling behind him as he moved in and out of Pitt.

"You're incredible," he murmured, his voice rough with pleasure. The archangel's eyes were closed, lost in the feeling of their bodies joining together.

He held onto Pitt's hips tighter, steadily increasing the pace of his thrusts. Pleasure coiled tightly inside of him, building up with every movement. Azriel couldn't get enough of the demon's body, craving more and more with each passing moment.

Azriel grunted, feeling Pitt's body tremble against him as he brushed against the demon's prostate. He slowed his movements slightly, wanting to prolong the pleasure for as long as possible.

He reached around Pitt's body, using one hand to grip the demon's length firmly. He stroked it in time with his thrusts, wanting to bring Pitt as much pleasure as possible.

"You like that?" he murmured, his voice low and husky with desire. Azriel loved watching the pleasure on Pitt's face, knowing that he was responsible for causing it.

Azriel's breath hitched as he shifted to allow Pitt to raise his leg over his shoulder, thrusting into him deeper and harder. He held onto the demon tightly, their bodies moving together with an intensity that left him gasping for breath.

"I love this too," he admitted, his voice filled with desire. "Being with you like this is everything I've ever wanted."

With each thrust, Azriel lost himself further and further in the sensations of their coupling. Every touch and every sound between them was electrifying, leaving him feeling more alive than he ever had before.

Azriel's movements grew faster and more frenzied, his body driving into Pitt's with all the passion he could summon. He was lost in the pleasure of their coupling, barely able to hold on as he raced towards climax.

At the sound of Pitt's voice calling his name, he groaned, feeling his own release building inside of him like a tidal wave. "Gods, Pitt," he moaned, his voice filled with need.

The archangel held onto the demon tightly, feeling his body begin to shake with the force of his orgasm. It was as if time slowed down around them, every sensation and every sound seeming to stretch out impossibly long in the moment of their shared pleasure.

Azriel let out a ragged groan, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. He felt Pitt's walls clench around him tightly, milking him for every last drop of pleasure.

As their pleasure subsided, he leaned down to kiss the demon passionately, his wings folding around them protectively. The archangel couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment wash over him as he lay there with Pitt in his arms.

"You are incredible," he murmured softly, leaning in to kiss Pitt again. "I never want this moment to end."

Azriel smiled softly, admiring the demon laying next to him. He couldn't help but feel a sense of tenderness towards him, something that he had never quite experienced before.

"That is completely fine," he said gently, pulling Pitt closer to his body. "You are allowed to rest now, my love. You have exhausted yourself with our pleasure."

The archangel wrapped his wings around the demon, protecting him from any harm or danger that might come their way. He pulled Pitt's head down to rest on his chest, running his fingers through his soft hair soothingly.

"Just close your eyes and rest, my dear. I will keep you safe."

Azriel felt himself drifting off to sleep, his body and mind completely relaxed in the comfort of Pitt's embrace. He held onto the demon tightly, feeling their bodies intertwined in a way that felt like destiny.

As he closed his eyes, he couldn't help but think about the strange and inexplicable attraction that he felt towards the demon. It went against everything that he had ever been taught as an archangel, but it felt so right and so natural.

In that moment, he made a silent vow to himself to protect Pitt always, no matter the cost or the odds. They may have been from different realms, but to Azriel, it didn't matter. Their love was all that mattered.