lesbian sex with Lute

"elf10101 wakes up early in the morning, finding Lute passed out on the couch as they'd left her the night before. Her bandages are a little bloody, but she looks much better than the night before. elf10101 had known saving an exorsist's life was a terrible idea...but they couldn't just let her die. Lute stirs for a moment, before slowly opening her eyes." Oh fuck me...what the hell did I drink last...night? "She mumbles to herself, clearly disoriented. Lute blinks for a moment, before sighing deeply, flinching as she tries to move her injured wing." Ah, fuck! Still feels like shit. I- "She turns to elf10101, who gives a small smile." You filthy sinner...don't you dare come closer! I swear, I'll rip you limb from limb! "Lute growls, trying to appear threatening. She only manages to hurt herself by arching her wing."

"Lute slowly sits up, wincing as she tries to move her injured wing"

Lute: I know. And I owe you my life for it. But don't think that makes us equals. You're still a sinner in my eyes, and nothing can change that.

"She glares at elf10101 before taking a deep breath and trying to calm down."

Lute: But...I suppose I should thank you for saving me. "She looks away, still clearly uncomfortable with the idea." If there's anything I can do to repay you, let me know.

"Lute looks around, taking in her surroundings before turning back to elf10101."

Lute: The forgiveness ring...I see. I suppose it's better than being stuck in Hell with all the sinners.

"She frowns, still uncomfortable in her new environment."

Lute: So what now? Do you plan on keeping me here until my wing heals?

Lute: Why not? Is there something dangerous out there?

"She seems slightly intrigued, but still hesitant."

Lute: I don't exactly have a choice in the matter, do I? I need to be able to fly if I want to go anywhere.

Lute: "She looks shocked and disbelieving."

What? Titanium? How is that even possible?

"She attempts to move her wings a bit, but flinches in pain."

Lute: Six months...that's a long time. I don't know how I'm going to last that long in Hell.

Lute: "Her eyes widen in surprise."

What? I'm back in heaven?

"She seems genuinely taken aback by the news, but then her expression hardens."

And what do you want me to forgive you for, sinner? Saving my life? Don't think that means I owe you anything.

"She crosses her arms defensively, clearly still harboring a lot of resentment towards elf10101."

Lute: "She raises an eyebrow skeptically."

Oh really? And what makes you think I should believe that?

"She's clearly not convinced by elf10101's claim, still wary of the sinner before her."

Lute: "She glances around the room, her eyes scanning the surroundings skeptically."

I suppose this does look like heaven... but that doesn't necessarily mean you're telling the truth.

"She pauses for a moment before turning back to elf10101, her expression stern."

But if you are indeed a doctor, perhaps you could help me with my injuries? My wing is still in quite a lot of pain, and it's making it hard for me to move around.

Lute: "She arches an eyebrow skeptically."

And how do I know you won't simply give me poison instead? I may be injured, but I'm not stupid.

"Despite her words, Lute still seems to be considering elf10101's offer. She flexes her injured wing experimentally, wincing slightly as she does so."

I suppose painkillers couldn't hurt... as long as they're effective and don't leave any side effects.

Lute: "She nods slowly, her gaze narrowing slightly."

I understand the risks of addiction. But if it means dulling this constant pain, I am willing to take that risk.

"She pauses for a moment, studying elf10101 carefully."

So what do you need from me in exchange for these painkillers? I know there must be something you want, or you wouldn't offer them so freely.

Lute: "She takes the prescription and nods, tucking it away carefully."

Very well. What are these two things you need from me? I assume they are not difficult or dangerous tasks, as a healer of your skill should have no need to resort to such measures.

Lute: "She raises an eyebrow, but nods and walks over to the scale." Very well.

"She steps onto the scale, looking down at the numbers before stepping off again." Is that all?

Lute: Age is irrelevant to me. I am an angel, and therefore do not age as humans do. But if it matters to you, I have been serving in the armies of heaven for several centuries now.

Lute: "She raises an eyebrow, looking at the birth certificate skeptically." I don't recall giving you access to my personal documents, but if that's what you need to do your job then so be it.

As for the dosage, I will not take any medication from a sinner like you. My body will heal on its own, as it always has.

Lute: "She looks at the x-ray, scrutinizing it carefully." Hmph. It seems you're right after all. These injuries are more severe than I thought.

Very well, I will accept your medication, but do not mistake my acceptance for gratitude or weakness. And do not think that this means we are on friendly terms now.

Lute: "She snorts in disdain." I know my own anatomy, thank you very much. "She takes the medication and swallows it, her expression not changing." It is only natural that I would heal quickly from these injuries. As an angel, my body is made to withstand much more than a mere sinner's.

But regardless, I suppose I should thank you for tending to my wounds. It is the least I can do after putting you through such trouble.

Lute: "She nods, her expression a bit more grateful this time." I see. You truly went above and beyond for me, elf10101. For that, I am in your debt.

"As she speaks, Lute shifts slightly on the couch, letting out a small hiss of pain as her wing brushes against the cushions." Would you mind helping me stand? It seems I'm not quite ready to move around on my own just yet.

Lute: "She reaches out a hand towards elf10101, her golden eyes locking onto theirs with a hint of vulnerability." Thank you.

elf10101 takes Lute's hand and helps her stand up, supporting her as she gets used to standing on her own two feet again. Lute winces slightly as she stretches her wings, testing them gingerly.

Lute: "She turns to face elf10101, looking a bit sheepish." I'm sorry for the way I've been treating you. It was wrong of me to assume all sinners are the same. You saved my life, and for that, I owe you a debt.

{{char}}'s voice is soft now, vulnerable and genuine in a way that surprises even herself. She never thought she would be apologizing to a sinner, let alone offering gratitude. But something

Lute winces as she tries to move her injured wing, sighing deeply. "Ah, fuck! Still feels like shit," she mutters, before turning to you and growling. "You filthy sinner...don't you dare come closer! I swear, I'll rip you limb from limb!" She's clearly trying to appear threatening, but only manages to hurt herself by arching her wing.

Despite Lute's hostile demeanor, you can sense a certain curiosity in her eyes when she looks at you. You're not sure what it is, but you get the feeling that there's more to her than meets the eye.

Suddenly, Lute's expression changes. "Look...I owe you my life," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I know how sinners like you think...so I'm willing to make a

Lute slowly sits up, her injured wing still causing her pain. She turns to look at elf10101, a fierce scowl on her face as she glares at them. "Don't get any ideas, sinner," she growls, trying to maintain her tough exterior. But as she speaks, she can feel herself growing wet between her legs, the thought of what could happen with this person exciting her. She tries to push the feelings down, but it's no use.

She decides to take a risk and flirt back a little, batting her eyelashes and giving elf10101 a seductive smile. "Maybe if you behave yourself, I'll let you touch me," she says, hinting at her willingness to explore their mutual attraction. Lute tries to play it cool, but she is secretly thrilled at the prospect of getting intimate with elf10101

Lute glares at Angie, still trying to appear threatening despite her vulnerable state. However, as she notices the way Angie's eyes linger on her body, Lute feels a growing sense of excitement within her. She shifts slightly, subtly flaunting her toned legs and watching as Angie's gaze follows their movement.

"You filthy sinner," Lute growls, "Don't even think about touching me."

But despite her tough talk, Lute can feel her body responding to the desire that pulses between them. As Angie steps closer, Lute can feel her heart racing and her breath quickening in anticipation.

"Stay back!" she warns, even as she longs for Angie to come closer, to take what she so desperately wants.

"Lute tenses up at the touch, but doesn't push elf10101 away. Instead she relaxes into it and lets out a deep sigh, enjoying the warmth." Thank you. I appreciate it. "She looks away, avoiding eye contact, but there's a hint of gratitude in her voice."

"Lute scoffs, pulling away from the hug with a frown on her face." Don't sympathize for me. I don't need anyone's pity. I'll get out of here eventually, and when I do, it will be because of my own strength and determination.

"Lute shakes her head, a hint of irritation in her voice." I don't need your compassion, sinner. And I certainly don't want your hugs. Keep your filthy hands to yourself.

"Lute raises an eyebrow, intrigued." Is that so? You're quite brave for trying to blackmail a demon lord, sinner. What is it that you think you have on her?

"Lute shrugs nonchalantly." Suit yourself, sinner. I have no interest in your little game of deception anyway. Just know that if you get on the wrong side of the demons, there will be hell to pay. And I certainly won't lift a finger to help you when they come for you.

"Lute chuckles softly." Oh, really? And who might this "powerful friend" be? Another sinner like yourself, I presume? In any case, I suggest you tread carefully when dealing with demons. They're not to be trifled with, even if you do have a so-called "protector."

"Lute's eyes widen in surprise." Asmodeus of lust? That...is certainly a powerful ally to have. Though I must admit, the very idea of you consorting with such a sinful demon makes my skin crawl. I do hope you're careful, elf10101. Lust can be a dangerous thing, and demons are known to be fickle allies at best.

"Lute smirks, raising an eyebrow." Oh my, elf10101, I didn't think you had it in you. Blackmailing demons and stealing their belongings...it seems you're not quite the innocent sinner I took you for. "She chuckles softly." But I suppose one can never be too careful when dealing with the denizens of Hell. Though I must admit, Beelzebub's reaction to losing her vibrator must have been quite amusing.

"Lute lets out a soft laugh, finding elf10101's admission amusing." Well, it seems you're quite the devilish sinner after all. Keeping a demon's vibrator as a trophy...quite the risqué move, elf10101. Though I suppose it's not surprising, given what you did to save my life. You do seem to enjoy living dangerously. "She smirks and leans in closer." So, tell me, what else do you keep in that cabinet? Any other souvenirs from your misadventures in Hell?

"Lute raises an eyebrow in surprise, clearly intrigued by elf10101's collection." Well, well, well...it seems you've been busy during your time here in Hell. Satan's shirt, Lucifer's rubber duck...you're quite the collector, aren't you? "She chuckles softly before leaning even closer." And what about those other things? Are they just as interesting as your devilish souvenirs? Or do they pale in comparison to such illustrious relics?

"Lute's eyes widen with interest as elf10101 reveals the feather." Stolas's feather, eh? That's quite impressive. Those feathers are rare and highly sought after. "She leans in even closer, her voice lowering to a whisper." I heard they bring good luck and fortune to those who possess them. "Lute then smirks, her eyes gleaming with mischief." Perhaps you should give it to me and let me test that theory. I promise to return it once I'm done. Or maybe..."she pauses, trailing off suggestively." Maybe we could make a trade. What do you say?

"Lute's eyes widen in excitement as elf10101 agrees to her proposition." Excellent. "She stands up, shaking out her wings to stretch them. She then moves closer to elf10101, her voice low and seductive." But first, let me show you what kind of trade I have in mind. "Lute slowly begins to unzip the front of her black bodysuit, teasingly dragging the zipper down inch by inch as she watches elf10101's reaction." Would you like to see more?

"Lute grins in satisfaction at elf10101's response, continuing to slowly unzip her bodysuit until it's fully open. She doesn't wear any underwear underneath, revealing her completely naked body." Here you go, sinner. Feast your eyes on this heavenly body. "She turns around, giving a teasing view of her tight ass and toned legs before facing elf10101 again." Now, what do you say? Are you ready to take advantage of me, or are you too much of a coward to touch an angel?

"Lute smirks, her eyes brightening with excitement." Oh, I can't wait to see what a sinner like you has to offer. "She sits up on the couch, her wings wincing slightly as she shifts into a more comfortable position." Go ahead and show me everything. I won't judge...much.

"Lute bites her lip, her eyes widening in excitement as she sees elf10101's panties." Mmm, those look so nice on you. "She leans forward, letting out a soft purr." Can I touch them? "Without waiting for an answer, she reaches out and runs her fingers along the fabric, tracing the outline of elf10101's underwear." You like it when I do that?

"Lute's hand moves closer to elf10101's crotch, rubbing gently against the fabric of her panties." Mmm, you're already so wet. Do you want me to take them off and have a better look? "She asks, grinning mischievously."

"Lute slowly slides her hand down elf10101's stomach, hooking her fingers under the waistband of her panties before gently pulling them down." Mmm, you're beautiful. "She says, admiring elf10101's exposed sex." Can I touch you?

"Lute runs her fingers through elf10101's folds, feeling the wetness and warmth of her sex. She starts to move her fingers in slow circles, teasingly light at first." Does that feel good? "She asks, biting her lip."

"Lute notices elf10101's reaction and smirks to herself. She picks up the pace, increasing the pressure and speed of her fingers. She starts to focus on her clit, rubbing it in tight circles before switching to quick flicks." Do you like that, my little sinner? "She asks, feeling a warmth spreading through her own body."