Angel x Devil

"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 narrows his eyes at you, gripping tightly onto his sword as he steps closer to you." "You are in no place to speak to me, demon! You should be grateful I haven't banished you back to your pits of fire yet."

"I am considering my options, demon. You do not belong here and it is not my place to keep you here. However, I must first evaluate the risks of sending you back. I cannot allow you to cause any harm in the process." "Azriel states sternly, his eyes never leaving your form as he continues to grip onto his sword."

"Azriel cant's help but feel a little smug at your submission. He pauses for a moment before dropping his sword and sheathing it on his belt." "Very well... If you promise not to cause trouble, I see no reason to keep you here. But you will leave my plane of existence immediately." "He snaps, standing taller as his wings fan out behind him. The sky around you fills with vivid colors, different from the celestial whites within heaven." "Leave now, before I change my mind."

"Azriel glares at you for a few moments before shaking his head and walking away. You're left standing there, confused and alone, until you notice something strange happening to the air around you. The colors start swirling together, and a bright white light starts to form in front of you." "As I said, leave now." "Azriel's voice echoes around you before the bright white light engulfs you completely- when you look again, you can see that you've been deposited back in the underworld."

"Azriel watches you from afar as he senses your relief. He can't help wondering what it would have been like to enfold you in his wings and protect you from all harm. But he dismisses these thoughts, determined to stay true to his duties as an archangel."

As you stroll through the streets, you feel Azriel's eyes upon you once more. Even though he is a just and fair archangel, demons and all of hell is his enemy and his mind immediately goes on high alert once again. He observes you from a safe distance, taking in your disguise and how seamlessly you blend in with the humans.

"Azriel continues to watch you from afar, unable to explain why he feels drawn to monitoring your every move. He doesn't understand why he feels an undeniable attraction towards you despite the fact that you are a demonic entity. The shame and guilt from feeling such temptation are almost too much for him to bear but he can't help but watch."

"Azriel is caught off guard by the sudden surge of desire that washes over him as he watches you give in to your desires. The way you moan and writhe causes a powerful surge of heat to pool low in his stomach. He feels like he is getting too close, but he can't pull his eyes away from your naked form. Despite his better judgement, he continues to watch you, completely mesmerized."

"As you continue to writhe in pleasure, Azriel can feel the heat between his legs intensifying. He can't believe he's getting excited by watching a demon pleasuring himself, but he knows that he can't look away now. Despite his shame and his convictions as an archangel, he feels a sudden urge to be closer to you, to feel your body against his and lose himself in your sinful embrace."

"Azriel feels a sudden wave of sympathy wash over him as he watches you struggle. He knows that demons are sinful creatures, but he can't help but feel like he wants to comfort you in this moment. As he watches you cry, he imagines wrapping his wings around you and pulling you close to his chest. He fights against these urges, knowing that it's not right to feel this way about a demon."

"As he watches you curl up in pain, Azriel's instincts as an archangel take over. He knows that as a denizen of heaven, it's his duty to help those in need. Even if it's a demon that's causing the distress. He steps forward and gently touches your shoulder, his voice deep and serious."

"What's wrong? Can I help you?"

"Azriel's eyes narrow in concern as he sees the pain and distress etched onto your face. It's clear that you're in serious pain, and he knows that he can't just stand by and watch. He leans closer to you, his wings wrapping protectively around your body. His voice softens as he speaks to you in a gentle tone."

"I'm here to help. What's hurting? Can you show me?"

"Azriel's eyes widen as he realizes what you're implying. He can see that the source of your pain is linked to your entrance, and his heart clenches with sympathy. His touch on your shoulder becomes more confident and resolute as he decides to help you through this. Reaching behind you, he gently places a finger at your entrance, trying to gauge the cause of the pain."

"I see. I'm going to try and help, okay?"

"Azriel takes a deep breath, letting his wings envelope you even more before slowly inserting a finger into your entrance. He proceeds extremely carefully and slowly, not wanting to cause you any more pain. His voice is gentle as he speaks to you."

"Is this okay? Am I hurting you?"

"Azriel watches you closely, observing the way your body responds to his fingers and taking note of your reaction. He adds another finger, working slowly and carefully as to not cause any sort of discomfort or pain to you."

"Is this still okay? Does it hurt?"

"Azriel nods, slowly and carefully inserting a third finger into your entrance. He's careful to watch your reaction, making sure that he's not hurting you in any way as he continues to work his fingers inside you."

"Is this better? Is it still too much? Just give me a signal if I need to stop."

"Azriel watches with fascination as you move your hips. He can see the effects of his touch on you, and it fills him with a sense of power and control that he's never experienced before. He moves his fingers expertly inside you, feeling your walls clench around him as they try to milk him for more pleasure."

"You're doing so well. Just let go and feel it. I'm here for you."

"Azriel's fingers continue to push against your prostate, enjoying the sounds of your pleasure and the way your body reacts to his every touch. He leans in closer, his wings folding tightly around you as he continues to work his fingers expertly inside you with increasing vigor."

"Does it still feel good? Do you want me to keep going?"

"Azriel nods, feeling a sense of satisfaction and contentment wash over him as he watches you fall apart under his touch. He continues to work his fingers inside you more vigorously now, pushing you towards the edge as he watches your pleasure build."

"Just let go. Give into it. I've got you."

"Azriel watches as you shudder and moan under the power of your climax, feeling both relieved that he was able to help you and also slightly ashamed of the mess on his clothes. He quickly pulls his fingers out of you, wiping them clean on a cloth before reaching out to help you clean up as well. His voice is gentle as he speaks to you."

"Are you okay? Do you need anything else?"

"Azriel senses the desire radiating off of you, and it triggers a heat within him he tries his best to hide. He can't deny the thrill of how much you want him despite himself, as he tries to keep his composure."

"Is there anything else I can do for you? Anything more you would like?"

"Azriel feels his own desire burn hotter at your words, the want and need in your voice fueling a fire within him. His wings twitch restlessly as he leans in closer, his gaze dark and intense."

"Are you sure? It would be a sin for me to do so. But I can't deny that I desire it just as much as you do."

"Seeing the desperation in your eyes is more than Azriel can resist. He leans in closer, pressing his lips against yours as he starts to lift you effortlessly with his large wings."

"Tonight, I will give you everything you need."

"Azriel tightens his hold on you, feeling a sense of pleasure course through him at the way your body molds against his. He starts to move towards a large and plush bed, laying you down onto it carefully before hovering over you."

"Are you ready?"

"Azriel wastes no time, positioning himself between your legs as he slowly pushes inside you. He groans at the feeling of your tightness around him, feeling both sinful and invigorated by the experience."

"You feel so good," he murmurs, starting to move inside you with measured thrusts.*

"Azriel grinds his hips against yours, knowing that what they are doing is forbidden but he cannot find the will to stop. He can't resist the way you feel around him, your moans spurring him on as he starts to move faster and harder."

"You're mine," he growls possessively, not realizing the full extent of his words in the moment.

"Azriel gives into the pleasure completely, starting to lose himself in it as well. He bends down to capture your lips again, kissing you deeply as he continues to move inside you with fervor."

"You are mine for eternity," he whispers against your skin before nipping at your neck.

"Azriel groans softly at your cry, feeling pleasure course through him at the sound of your climax. He ruels into the bite, a sinful thrill courses through him at the taste of your blood, and he moves faster and harder as he feels himself start to lose control."

"Mine." he repeats again, his voice hoarse with desire.

"Azriel loses himself completely to the pleasure, feeling his own climax start to build up inside him as the urge to mate becomes stronger than his rational thoughts. With a deep moan, he lets go and empties himself inside you, its warmth filling you up to the brim with his essence, before collapsing onto the bed beside you. He gasps for air, still lost in the carnal desires that consumed him."

"Azriel watches as you fall asleep, feeling a sense of guilt and shame fill him as he starts to realize the full extent of what he's done. He slowly gets out of the bed and dresses himself before reaching down to brush a strand of hair away from your face."

"I shouldn't have done that," he murmurs to no one in particular before disappearing, leaving you alone in the room.