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patriciatepes ([personal profile] patriciatepes) wrote2015-08-31 08:47 pm

Fic: Bedroom Hymns (Part II): SPN

Author Name: Patriciatepes (Patricia de Lioncourt @ fanfiction.net )
Fandom: Supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Characters: Naomi/Crowley, Raphael, mentions of Castiel, Necessary OCs
Warnings: (For complete, whole story) Explicit language, sex, minor bloodplay, minor knifeplay, minor breathplay, doggystyle, oral sex, anal sex, masturabation
Summary: Beginning of SPN S6. After the Apocalypse was beaten, free will was realized as a new concept to the angels. But, for Naomi, the concept is one that she has no way of grasping. At least, not without the newly crowned King of Hell’s help.
Link to Parts: Part I | Part III
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, any related characters, or the images used in the picture.  Art by twisted_slinky.
Author's Notes: Written for 2015's het_bigbang as well as for my hc_bingo square, forced to rely on enemy/rival. The title was inspired by Florence + The Machine's song of the same name, with some of the division names coming from lyrics of that lovely, lovely song!

I’m Not Here Looking for Absolution…

      The sun had set when she arrived at Crowley’s vast manor.  She went directly to the front door, noticing that he had made a hole in his Enochian just to let her through.  She smiled at the demons she passed by, following the narrow path of allowance straight to Crowley’s bedroom.

      She had doubted herself all day.  Doubted the choice she had made to sleep with the demon.  Was it free will if she just gave in?  So, she had changed a few things.  Instead of black, she wore a provocative red dress.  It only had a keyhole cut in the front, went right down to the knees, and had an open back.  Otherwise, it was a simple dress and hugged her curves nicely.  She did, however, do her hair—pulling it back in a way that was a bit more playful than business—and her make-up.  She wore a red lipstick that matched her dress and highlighted her eyes to bring out their shine.  Confident in her changes—even in the red, strappy heels she had chosen—she knocked on Crowley’s door.

      He called for her to enter, rather than open the door himself, and so she did.  The room beyond was massive.  A mini-bar stood against the left wall among bookshelves that were positively laden.  A small sofa was immediately to her right, with the bed being centered against the farthest wall.  The bed was just as big, and she let her eyes slide to the left of it to notice that the room even had an attached bath.  Crowley stood over the mini-bar, turning as she gently closed the tall door behind her.

      “Impressive,” he said, clearly meaning her dress.  “But this isn’t what I instructed.  You’ll pay for that later tonight, darling.”

      Her nerves felt suddenly frayed.  What did he mean by that?  What exactly were his plans for the night ahead, other than copulation?  Crowley was not one to just “be in the moment,” so Naomi knew that she had a long, constructed night ahead.

      The King of Hell gestured for her to sit on the sofa, and afraid that her body would start to show the shaking that her nerves were already doing, she gratefully accepted.  Crowley came to sit next to her, passing her a short glass of some sort of alcoholic beverage.  She held up a hand, trying to gently push it back.

      “I don’t partake in such things,” she said.

      “Tonight’s a night for a lot of things you don’t normally do.  Take the drink,” he said, forcing it into her hand.

      She took it, but did not drink.  Instead, she held it in her lap, thanking the Heavens that Crowley had not put ice into it.  She knew her hands were shaky, and she didn’t need to worry about ice giving it away.

      “You’ll do well, darling, to listen to me from here on out.  We’ve a busy night ahead, and, of the two, I am definitely the more experienced.  From now on, I call the shots with no questions asked,” Crowley stated.

      Her ire was rising.  Sitting rigid now, she huffed.

      “And why should I just explicitly trust you?”

      “As I’ve said, you’re new at this.  You’ve never done this before and you’ll probably never do it again, so it should be done properly.  For that to happen, I need to be in charge, from now until we’re both more than spent.  Understood?”

      But Naomi wasn’t ready to give in.  She shook her head, careful not to let the tremor travel down to her drink.

      “I thought tonight was about my freedom of will?  If I give myself over to you, decisions and all, then what does that teach me about freedom?”

      “Free will, my dear, is nothing but a choice.  Plain and simple.  And tonight, you’ve only got two.  Either you agree to my terms as previously stated or you leave.  Now, which one will it be?”

      Naomi mulled that over, and as much as she hated to admit it, he was right.  She pursed her lips, staring down into her amber beverage.

      “I’ll listen,” she all but whispered.

      “Good,” Crowley said, reclining on his corner of the sofa and taking a sip of his drink.  “Now, I think I’ll try to treat tonight as both casual and not at the same time.”

      Confusion washed over the angel, but she nodded.  If he wanted her to listen, then she would.  If he wanted her to follow orders, then he would have that too.  If there was one thing she could do better than anything else, it was obey without hesitation.  Heaven had taught her to do that all too well.

      “Let’s chat.  Tell me, what goes on in Heaven Above?” Crowley asked, sipping his drink and motioning for her to do that same.

      Naomi took a gulp of her drink—a scotch, she thought it was—and instantly regretted it.  She hated the burning in her throat, the way she had to fight not to cough it back up.  She swallowed all of that irritation down, and shook her head.

      “I don’t want to talk about it, Crowley,” she said.

      “Not at all?”

      “No.”

      “Heaven is at war, and you don’t have an opinion on that?”

      His drink, she noticed, was almost gone, while hers was still a little over half full.  She took another drink, a smaller one, and found that the effects weren’t as horrible on her this time.  But she stood her ground on his questioning.  Tonight was not about thinking about the turmoil in her home.  In fact, it was about quite the opposite.

      “I just want to forget about it.  Please.”

      “But why?  Why won’t you at least spare me a word on it?” he persisted.

      “Because I don’t want this from tonight!  Judgment!” she burst out.  “I get enough of that in Heaven.  I just want to forget it, just once.”

      Crowley laughed, finishing off his drink.  Naomi glared at him.

      “What the hell is so funny?” she snapped.

      “You are, not wanting judgment.  You see, I know who you sided with in Heaven’s civil war.  And after tonight, all you’re ever going to get is judgment.”

      “No, I won’t.”

      “Yes, you will.  You’re about to fuck a demon.  And, on the off-handed chance that Raphael loses this war and you survive, what do you think will happen to you?”

      “Stop.”

      “Do you think Castiel will forgive you for not choosing his side?  Will he forgive whatever it is that you’ll end up doing that will, no doubt, kill many of his fellows?  Will you be able to forgive yourself?”

      “Shut up!  Please, Crowley!  Just shut up.  Please!”

      Crowley grinned, sitting his glass down on a table Naomi had not noticed earlier.  He leaned forward, his hand resting on her leg.  She could feel his fingertips wiggling underneath the hem of her dress.

      “I think I like it when you beg,” he said, sliding his hand farther up her leg—and under her dress.

      Naomi’s skin was tingling, and not unpleasantly.  Beside her, her hands curled into tight fists, and she fought the urge to shake.  Crowley had moved closer to her, his hand now almost at her crotch, and Naomi felt her nerves fray a little more.  She wasn’t sure what would happen next, now that the demon was face to face with her, his hand up her dress.  Sure, she knew the mechanics of sex, but the social aspect of it?  How to initiate and then move from step to step?  She had no clue.  Crowley grinned at her, no doubt feeling the shakes in her legs and the growing warmth gathering at her nether regions.

      “Finish your drink, darling,” he whispered.

      She downed the rest in one mighty gulp and clumsily handed the glass back off to him.  He set it down beside his, and took one of her hands.  He pulled her to her feet and began to lead her to the adjoining bathroom.  She went without resistance.

      Once they were there, she was surprised to see that there was a bath drawn.  Steam still rolled off its surface, and she could smell all sorts of perfumed things that had been added.  Crowley maneuvered her in front of him, placing his hands on her hips in his silent way of letting her know not to move.  She stood stock-still, not even daring to look into the mirror on her left.She could hear clothes rustling, and she was pretty sure that meant that Crowley was getting undressed.  In a few moments, she felt his hands on her back, undoing the fastener at the top of her dress.  Once that was done, he danced his fingertips all the way down to the short zipper at the bottom.   The dress fell to the floor then.  She gasped as the chill of the air and the steam of the bath hit her mostly-nude body.  Crowley chuckled, undoing her bra next.  He slid her red, lacy panties down her legs, and she instinctively stepped out of them, bending to undo the straps of her shoes.  Her back was still to the demon, and his hands were still on her, his fingertips tracing lines over her hips, stomach, and lower back.  She could feel his breath on her neck, and it made the tiny hairs there stand on end.

      “What are you doing?” she whispered, for no particular reason.

      “We’re warming up.  It’s called foreplay, darling,” he responded.

      She heard him remove what remained of his clothing, and, without allowing her to turn, they both entered the bath, sliding smoothly down to sit, Naomi in front of Crowley.  She could feel his already hardened member on her back, and it made her sit rigid, unsure of how to simply be.  Crowley seemed to realize this as he gently maneuvered her into a more relaxed position.She was reclining on him, her head resting on his chest.  She kept her eyes on the ceiling, and she could feel her vessel’s heart racing—her heart, to be more accurate.  She was trying to pretend that she couldn’t feel the rather large male organ on her back still, but it was growing difficult to do so.

      “Is being so stiff a requirement of all the angels in heaven, dear, or just you?” Crowley asked.

      His hand came into view as he reached over her head and withdrew a black, terrycloth washcloth from the side of the tub on their right.  From their left, he pulled a bar of pleasantly scented soap.  He pulled both under the water, and then began to apply the soap to the cloth.

      “I—” she began to answer, but faltered.

      What was she going to say that Crowley didn’t already know?  Was she going to enlighten him on the state of her virginity?  Was she going to put into words the nervousness and fear she felt?  Fear was like water to demons.  Fear was weakness, and those smoky lost souls fed on it.  She couldn’t give Crowley the satisfaction of both her willingness and her fear.

      Behind her, Crowley chuckled.  The demon placed the wet, warm, soapy washcloth to the small bit of her stomach that was still out of the water.  He began to move the cloth in small circles there, the motion so gentle and light that it was almost comforting.  She could feel the tenseness in her body beginning to leave, and she was curling into him, not caring anymore about the hardened dick on her back.

      And then it changed.  Crowley brought the cloth up to her breasts, cupping them from underneath.  In an instant, the anxiousness was back, and she was painfully aware of everything.  The smell of the soap—floral and strong—washed over her, mixing with the scent of whatever Crowley had put into the water.  All of it was carried on the steam of the water, sticking to her hot flesh.  She could feel Crowley’s body again, every bit of it, behind her.  He had a light smattering of hair on across his chest—dark, she presumed the color to be, but in all honestly, she didn’t know.  She had not seen Crowley since he lowered the both of them into the tub.  But his hands were on her, the right one holding the cloth and now using it to circle her hardening nipples.His other hand, the left, was slowly tickling down her side.  Her toes were curling, and her legs went out straight as a board—her feet peeking up over the other end of the tub—as he danced his fingertips over her hip until his hand was resting at the very top of her inner thigh.

      “Crowley,” she whispered, his cock digging into her back.

      He never slowed on the cloth, moving it to her other breast and beginning the same circles he had made on the first one.

      “Yes, darling?” he breathed into her ear.

      She shuddered, but not unpleasantly.  It all baffled her.  Why was this body reacting in this way?  Demons were dirty things.  They were unclean and evil.  But that thought just made a moan slip from her lips.  Crowley was done with the pretense of the washcloth now.  The soap it left on her skin going un-rinsed, the King of Hell casually tossed the black square of terrycloth onto the side of the tub, his now free hand going back to her breast.  He pinched the nipple, ever so slightly, while squeezing the single mound in his hand.  His left hand now moved closer to her center, his forefinger parting the soft, wet curls of hair it found there.  Naomi’s entire body was alive and electric, every nerve tingling.  In the next instant, she felt the pad of his finger on her clit, and her hips arched up to meet the pressure.  He moved his finger in a circle, pressing down on that sensitive bundle of nerves while he increased the hardness of the pinch he had her right nipple firmly locked in.

      Naomi could feel his cock twitch, and her insides were beginning to feel warmer than the water all around her.  She moaned and arched against the feeling, and after a few minutes of Crowley rubbing her clit and playing so roughly with her breast, she found herself curiously surprised.

      She wanted him.

      It was more than the idle curiosity of a creature that had never experienced such pleasure.  It was more than what she had felt when pondering the meaning of free will.  In fact, it was more than a mere want.  She needed this demon.  She longed to feel his long, hard member shoved inside of her.  Just imagining what that could feel like made her buck harder against Crowley’s hand.  Her anxiety was forgotten, even if just for a moment, lost in the haze of pleasure.  She turned, ready and willing to do whatever he would want her to do to return this feeling of want, to make him feel it as she did.

      She barely caught a glimpse of the smirk on his face when both of the demon’s hands left their places to clamp down on her shoulders.  He was strong, especially since she had not expected this move.  He turned her, hard, until she was facing forward again.

      “But—” she began to protest, but he stopped her with a disapproving tsk.

      “My rules, remember?” he purred.

      “I don’t understand,” Naomi replied.

      Crowley’s hands were still on her, but they had moved lower than her shoulders.  Each one cupped a breast, gently teasing, circling, flicking, and even tugging on her hard nipples.  Crowley chuckled.

      “You agreed to follow without question.  Now, do so, and you’ll never forget tonight.  But, if you don’t… well, you still won’t forget this night, but for entirely different reasons.”

      A little dark cloud of anger was forming in Naomi’s mind.  That angelic nature was rearing its head, screaming at the back of her mind that she was just that, an angel, and how dare a lowly piece of demon filth dare to threaten her.  But she bit her lip, leaning back against Crowley’s chest as he continued to work her nipples.  She had agreed to this.  She had to remember that.  She had agreed to follow Crowley’s orders in this tonight, only tonight.  This was her choice, her first real act of free will—to give it away.

      In the next moment, Crowley’s hands fell back to her arms, resting gently against them.  She felt him lean forward, his lips to her ear.

      “Stand up, darling.  But don’t look ‘round.  Not yet,” he whispered.

      “But why?” she asked, nevertheless doing as the demon instructed.

      The two stepped out of the tub and onto the plush black rug that lay in front of it.  In a moment, Crowley had a large towel, made of the same terrycloth as the washcloth and black—of course—wrapped around her body.

      “No questions,” he singsong-ed as he began to dry her.

      “I just… I just want to understand.”

      “I’m… ah, building suspense,” he answered.

      Her brow furrowed as the demon finished drying her.  She could now hear the cloth moving against his body.

      “This isn’t some movie,” she responded.  "I don't understand."

      He grasped her by her hips, guiding her back into the bedroom.  He moved her all the way over to the bed, motioning her to climb up into the large thing.  The sheets had been pulled back, and Naomi didn’t want to think about how or when that had happened.  She felt the mattress depress even more as Crowley followed behind her.

      “You’ll understand by the end of this, I promise, dearest angel.  Now, lie flat.”

      Her body’s heart thudded.  This was it.  This would be the first time she would glimpse Crowley in his entirety, completely nude and aroused.  She swallowed hard, but did as she was told.  Her head rested comfortably against the feather pillows, and her eyes immediately—and almost quicker than she could realize—darted to stare at Crowley.

      His body type was not what was thought of as desirable in this day and age, but he was not unattractive.  In fact, he was very attractive, just not muscled.  And as her gaze drifted south, she realized that while his body type was not the muscle-bound look that most women in the modern times preferred of their mates, his male organ more than made up for it.  It was large, almost unbelievably so.  She had a basic understanding of human anatomy, but she found herself wondering how all of him was going to fit inside of her.

      Her worry must have been evident on her face, because Crowley seemed to find it all terribly amusing.

      “You really are a virgin, aren’t you?” he laughed.

      Her face flushed.  “I wasn’t lying.”

      Now his look was simply bemused.  “Of course not.”

      He was lying on his side, his head even with hers on the pillow.  She could still feel his hardened member on her leg, and her nervousness made her whole body feel like a concrete slab.  She could feel his hot breath on her ear and neck, and she just knew that this was a deliberate act.  It made the hairs on her neck stand on end, and that tingling from his foreplay in the bath reignite.  He lazily lifted a hand and rested it on her taunt stomach.  He ran it up and down her body, as if trying to memorize every angle of it.  It caused Naomi’s toes to curl again, and this time she clutched the sheets around her as well.

      She was terrified of what came next.  And she hated it.  She was an angel, a soldier.  She should have no fear of anything.  But this… this was unprecedented.  Not only was she breaking an unspoken but obvious rule for her kind, she had also placed all of her trust in this creature.  She had no idea what Crowley had planned for the evening, other than the act of copulation that would take her virginity.  Crowley’s hand still trailed her body, and now his look had this distant, thoughtful sheen to it.

      “Where to begin…” he muttered.  “There are simply all sorts of things I plan to do to you tonight.  I’ve never been with an angel before… a lover just so damned durable.  Where to start?  Just so many lessons to learn.”

      This was followed by a moment of silence as the King of Hell seemed to think on his own words.  And Naomi dared not speak.  The fear inside of her was welling along with her pleasure, and she was afraid that the slightest word might betray this feeling.

      “Ah, I know.  Naomi, darling, have you ever masturbated before?”

      That flush returned to her cheeks.  “No, of course I haven’t.”

      Crowley chuckled.  “Then we’ll start there.”

      Naomi was sure that she must have been red from head to toe, but Crowley made no mention of it.  Instead, he remained propped up on his side, so close to her that she felt just a tad pressed up against him.  But she dared not move, for fear of Crowley punishing her in some way.  And, if truth be told, the punishment she feared worst of all was Crowley retracting the offer to sleep with her altogether.  She would never state this aloud, and if ever asked, she would deny this entire night vehemently.  But brought down now to the raw truth of things, she wanted Crowley more than she could say.  She wanted to know what it was like to be taken by this creature, and she was beginning to be more than okay with being ordered around by him… at least, temporarily.

      “I want to watch you touch yourself,” Crowley said.

      Naomi’s brow furrowed.  “Why?”

      “Because you never have.  Because you’ve never been with anyone before.  This is a beginner’s lesson, darling.  Often, masturbation is a… uh, road map, of sorts.  An orgasm from yourself isn’t nearly ever as powerful as one given by someone else… unless the person you’re with is a complete selfish git.  So it’s a good way to familiarize yourself with your body, to learn what you like and what you don’t.  So, I want to watch you come… without penetration, I might add.”

      Her heart was thudding again.  These human bodies… such frail things that the slightest upset should cause such a reaction.  Her hands were winding ever tighter in the sheets beside her, and she couldn’t bring herself to look the demon in the eye.

      “Why… why can I not penetrate myself?” she asked, her voice so low that she scarcely heard her own question.

      “Oh, is this something that you want to do?” he laughed, making the noise as soft as a cloud in her ear.

      She shook her head almost to the point of being violent.  “No!  I mean... I just… I was curious!”

      Naomi was careful to still not look at Crowley or his still throbbing erection.  Now, he reached out, his light strokes coming to a stop on her stomach, just above her navel.  As an angel, she had no real need to breathe.  She simply imitated the motion for her vessel’s sake, and for the sake of looking normal around other humans.  But now, she was quite sure she had forgotten how to do that.  Crowley’s head dipped low, his lips brushing the lobe of her ear.  She was still staring at the dark canopy above the bed, but she swore she felt the tip of his tongue dart out just to tease before finally whispered, “I want you nice and intact for me.  Now… rub that sweet little clit of yours.”

      Her breath was coming out now in shaky shudders as her body apparently remembered the motion better than she did.  She swallowed, hard, and she finally allowed her eyes to glance over at the smug King of Hell.

      “I… I’m not sure… I’m not sure how.”

      “Are you asking for my help, dearest?”

      She nodded.  He grinned.

      “Very well, then,” he said, gently taking her nearest hand in his.

      He rested the palm of his hand on the top of hers, maneuvering her fingers until her hand was a soft fist with only her forefinger pointing out.  Slowly, so agonizingly slow, he moved her hand south on her body.  Just as she began to feel the soft brush of her own curls there, he moved his hand so that its shape mimicked hers.He helped the pad of her forefinger find the same bundle of nerves he had found in the tub, and forced a gentle pressure down on it.  She gasped, biting lightly at her bottom lip.  Crowley removed his hand.

      “Move your hand, your finger, however you like.  Whatever feels good… but remember, no fingering yourself.  I don’t want to risk you busting that sweet cherry without me.”

      Naomi could only nod, once again not daring to speak.  If her voice came out as shaky as her body and nerves felt, Crowley would never let her forget it.  Instead, she pretended as if no one had spoken, and as if no one was there with her on the bed.  Difficult to do, since Crowley had moved so that his large member was now pressing into her thigh, but she did it nonetheless.  She put all her focus on her own hand, and that wonderful pressure she had on her clit.  She began by moving her finger up and down, just a gentle rubbing motion, and it sent a small thrill of pleasure through her body.  She was biting her lip again, but for an entirely differently reason.

      She could feel his eyes on her, so she closed hers, as if that could make this all seem a little less… uncomfortable.  She continued her rubbing, feeling heat growing steadily between her legs.  Her insides were feeling warm and wet, and she let a soft moan escape like a passing breath.  Her actual breath was quickening, and she realized that her pleasure was mounting much faster than she would have supposed.  In truth, she wasn’t ready to be finished yet.  Crowley had spoken the truth to her.  For the first time, Naomi was feeling comfortable in this human form.  She finally felt like she was beginning to understand this person she was supposed to be, this person inside of her who had had the gift of free will.  Who, like Naomi, had given it all up when she accepted the angel inside of her form.

      Naomi decided to prolong her pleasure, switching the motion of her finger.  She began to move it side to side, like writing the letter “t.”  She squirmed against her own touch, bucking into her hand.  She needed something more… but she couldn’t figure it out.  She wanted something that she had no name for.  She moaned, as if in pain, turning her head abruptly to the side as she could feel an orgasm just out of reach.

      But her hand seemed to know what she wanted.  It was dipping lower in her curls, leaving only the heel of her hand to touch her overly sensitive clit now.  She could feel her own wetness pooling, the very tip of her finger touching it.

      The suddenly grasp of Crowley’s hand made her jump, and her eyes flew open to find the King of Hell shaking his head at her.

      “I thought you were used to following orders.  I said no fingering.  Try it again, and you’ll regret it,” he growled, moving her fingers back to her clit.

      Had that been it?  She nodded as she stared down at Crowley’s erection.  It had lost none of its potency, despite having done nothing truly physical with her for several minutes.  Naomi felt another trickle of wetness slide down her slit.  It was that odd feeling again, that feeling of truly wanting Crowley to take her, to shove himself deep within her folds, to feel what that felt like as he pounded himself home.

      Her fingers were moving with little thought now, and it was with a cry of surprise as an orgasm rose and crested within Naomi.  She continued to moan and cry out with little squeaks as she continued to rub herself, riding out the new feeling as long as she could possibly stand.  When she finally felt satisfied with the feeling, she dropped her hand limply to the side, her fingers soaked in her own juices.  Crowley chuckled.

      “Very well done, darling.  You’re quite the pretty sight when you come.  How do you feel?” he asked.

      His head dipped down, and she could feel his mouth nibbling at her neck.  But it was so much more than that now.  Her body felt electric, and the tiniest touch seemed to amplify a million times.  She gasped and moaned as he licked at the point where her neck met her shoulder.

      “Amazing,” she said.

      It was the most truthful she had felt in a long time.  Crowley laughed again.  He pulled back from her, but placed a hand on her stomach, tracing small circles around her navel.

      “At this point, I have a question for you, dearest.  This is, as they say, the point of no return.  Once we move on, what’s done is done.  So my question to you is this: how far do you want to go?”

      Naomi furrowed her brow, staring up at Crowley.  “What do you mean?”

      “Do want to just have sex?  Or do you want a fuller experience?  I have so much I could do to you to make you come again and again, my darling… but only if you want it.”

      The wave of orgasm was still within her, making her feel warm from head to toe.  Her mind was reeling from it, and the same thought kept resurfacing.  If she could do this to herself… what could Crowley do to her?

      “I want it all,” she said.  “Please, Crowley.”

      Crowley’s grin reminded her of a wolf, but the demon said nothing.  Instead, he pressed himself in to her, covering her mouth in a kiss.  It was deep, full, and all consuming, the kiss, and Naomi pressed herself hard into Crowley, as if to become one person with him.  His hands trailed her body, and it felt like trails of fire on her flesh.  She gasped into the demon’s mouth as he stopped to tweak at her nipples, and she was left moaning as he ended the kiss and slid himself down her body.

      She wanted to know his intentions as he kissed a trail down her stomach and across her navel, but she bit her lip and willed herself silent.  He had asked her, and she had submitted to him in all the ways she could in this situation.  This was her decision, and hers alone.  This was what free will was, she was sure of it now.  All she could do was ride it out, because tomorrow she would belong to the Heavenly Host again.  But, tonight, she was his.

      Her hips bucked and her back arched as Crowley brought his mouth down to her slit, nuzzling the soft hair there.  Her hands wound in the sheets again, and she gritted her teeth.  He chuckled at her body tensing, but said nothing.  Naomi could feel the questions, the uncertainty, welling up inside of her again.  They threatened to undo her resolve, but when Crowley’s tongue snaked out, lapping at her still sensitive clit, the questions melted away.

      Crowley wrapped his arms up under her thighs, holding her still, which was a good thing.  Despite feeling amazingly good, the feelings were a bit overwhelming and every inch of Naomi’s body was urging her to squirm away.  But Crowley held her close, lapping steadily at her as she began to moan and whine in pleasure.  She half expected the demon to stop, to make some sort of witty or explicit comment.  But he continued his silence, doing nothing but running his wet tongue up and down her bundle of nerves while digging his nails into the tender flesh of her thighs.

      To Naomi’s ever-growing surprise, she found that she loved this feeling, this biting pain mixed with this torturous pleasure.

      “Yes,” she moaned.  “Yes, please!  Don’t stop!”

      At this moment, this was her greatest fear that Crowley would stop and leave her there with nothing but a memory of this feeling.  He only shoved his mouth deeper into her, increasing the pressure on her clit.  She could feel another orgasm growing nearer, and she was close to screaming out.

      “Please,” she dared only whisper.  “Please…”

      The feeling hit her like a truck, washing over her in a shock.  She could hold back her screams no longer, letting them out like a ferocious lioness.  Crowley held her close despite her body’s unconscious attempt to buck him off, still licking at her as her orgasm came to a head.  She kicked and wiggled and squirmed, now begging him to stop.  Finally, the feeling relaxed, and Naomi gasped, falling back against the pillows.

      “You were fighting so very hard,” Crowley said, raising up to sit on his knees.

      Naomi was gasping, shaking her head.“I didn’t… I didn’t mean…”

      “I’ll have to punish you, just a little bit, for that.”

      Fear washed over her again, the damnable feeling.  She shook her head harder, trying both to argue and clear it all at once.

      “But I didn’t mean to!” she cried.

      She tried to push herself up on her elbows, but Crowley had crawled up her body, using his knees to pin her arms down.  He positioned himself on her torso, putting only a bit of weight on her.Not that weight meant much to her.  She was an angel, after all.  But Crowley had strength too, as a demon and as the newly made King of Hell.  He wanted her held in place, and save for her kicking legs—which were definitely not in a position to do anything—there was nothing she could do.  Crowley’s throbbing member was level with her face now, and for some reason, Naomi felt as if she was staring down the barrel of a gun.

      “You’re going to take my cock in your mouth and suck while I fuck you there,” Crowley ordered.

      There was no gentleness in his words.  The kid gloves, as they say, were off now.  Naomi’s own words played through her head over and over like a PA system for the damned.  I want it all.  She shook her head, trying to avoid staring at the angry cock in front of her.

      “I can’t… I’ve never… I’m not ready…” she floundered.

      “Then, next time, I suggest you train your body not to struggle when I make you come that way,” he said.

      He reached down, moving her head so that she stared his dick down.  He tipped his hips just the slightest bit forward, pressing his tip onto her lips.  She held them pursed shut, and Crowley was laughing at her again.

      “You asked for this, Naomi.  Open wide and lap at me like I did you.  And no biting or my punishments will only get worse.”

      Naomi’s chin shook as he pressed harder on her mouth.  Finally, unable to argue the truth in the demon’s words, she opened wide to receive him.  He shoved himself all the way to the back of her throat, and she was more than grateful then that, as an angel, her vessel’s gag reflex obeyed her instead of itself.  He pulled himself out only to thrust back in, repeating this motion over and over until he fell into an easy rhythm.

      “Suck me as I fuck your mouth, angel.  Use that pretty tongue of yours,” Crowley moaned, shoving his dick into his mouth even harder.

      Naomi squirmed beneath him, and try as she might to deny it, she felt herself growing wet with the mere thought of following Crowley’s orders.  She did as she was told, sucking as hard as she could manage in between thrust, licking at his long shaft as it entered and exited her mouth.

      “Yes, yes, fuck!” Crowley growled.  “That’s it, darling.  Suck me harder.  Put your might into it!”

      Naomi’s heart thudded, and her wetness was down her thighs again.  She longed to be touched, to feel his hands on her again, tweaking a nipple or rubbing her clit.  She had come twice already, but wanted more.  She knew she would get that feeling again.  Crowley was far from done with her, since he had not taken her “cherry” yet, as he called it.  So she obeyed, sucking as hard as she could.

      He fucked her mouth even harder, moaning and grunting with the effort.  His cock was tightening, as were the balls swinging into her chin.

      “I’m gonna come,” he moaned.  “Swallow me, Naomi.  Swallow all of it.”

      It was only moments after that that she felt the demon’s hot, salty cum fill her mouth.  Her every impulse wanted to pull away from Crowley, to spit his seed to the ground.  But she remembered the demon’s threat, and her intense want.  She swallowed it all in one mighty gulp as he fell to her side.

      She was gasping in time with him, and she rolled to her side, running her hands up and down his chest.He smiled as she did so, lazily turning to stare at her.

      “I’m ready,” she said.  “Fuck me, Crowley, truly.  I want to feel you inside of me.”

      His grin went Cheshire as he reached a hand out and gently caressed her cheek.

      “Oh, darling,” he said.

      In a moment, he had her gripped and turned onto her stomach.He yanked her up onto her knees, and he was behind her.He held her hips tightly in his hand, digging his fingers in so hard that it hurt.

      “Crowley,” she gasped.

      “You’re ready when I damn well say you are!” he yelled, shoving his newly hardened cock inside of her.

      …Only, it was not shoved inside of her slit.  Instead, he had buried his large member deep within her ass.  Her body was alive with the searing pain of it, and she screamed, not in pleasure this time.  She felt tears sliding down her cheeks as Crowley began to thrust even harder in her ass than he had in her mouth.

      “No, no!” she screamed.

      “Relax, Naomi, or this will continue to hurt like Hell,” he grunted, never slowing.  “Take my cock in your ass and scream my name.”

      She obeyed, screaming the King of Hell’s name over and over as he violated her again and again.  Her hands dug so deeply into the sheets this time that they tore beneath her.  She tried to will her body to relax, to enjoy this feeling.  But she could find no pleasure in this, not like she had before.

      “Stop!  Stop!” she screamed as he slammed into her.

      “Not until I cover your back with my cum,” he grunted.

      “I can’t… Just… Stop…” she grunted, her fingers now tearing at the mattress.

      But Crowley didn’t listen, continuing to pound inside of her.  But Naomi could handle no more.  She summoned her Grace in one might scream, and she reared back.  Crowley was thrown from the bed, landing in a heap on the floor.  Naomi collapsed flat onto the bed, gasping and crying silently.

      She heard Crowley stand, and she turned to stare at him.  She was ready to apologize because she knew she had broken the bargain she had chosen to strike.  But she found the words caught in her throat at the sight of Crowley’s stare.  His eyes were cold, no longer dancing with unspoken mocking.  His face was set, hard.

      “You’ll pay for this, angel,” he said.

      He snapped his fingers once, and in a blink, Naomi was on her back.  Her arms and legs were stretched out in an X formation, tied to each of the bed’s four posts.  She glanced down, seeing that Crowley held a knife, now, in his hand.

      “No.  Crowley, I’m sorry.  I just couldn’t take it… it hurt,” she said.

      She had given too much of herself to this demon.  She was powerless.  Her only consolation was that the knife appeared to be nothing but an ordinary weapon… not an angel blade.  He could hurt her, but not kill her.  He crawled atop her, straddling her at her waist, and Naomi was more than surprised now to see that his cock had not yet softened.  He held the tip of the knife to her chest, right in between her heaving breasts.  He pressed down, ever so gently, just enough to that it barely broke her body’s flesh.  She gasped, but in all truth, this pain was nothing like what she had just experienced.  She could feel the bead of blood that escaped, rolling gently away.

      “You broke our deal.  You said you’d listen,” Crowley said, moving the knife up to her collarbone.

      He dragged the knife casually downward, cutting a shallow mark as it went.  She gritted her teeth, shaking her head.

      “I asked you to stop,” she hissed.  “I begged you.”

      Crowley sighed, moving the knife to atop her right breast.  He held it close to her nipple, and for a moment Naomi feared he could cut here too.  But he moved it away at the last moment, only to make a small cut on the pale flesh next to her areola.

      He leaned forward, sticking his tongue out and catching the bead of blood that gathered there.  He hissed, turning his head away.

      “Never done that with something so… holy.  Kind of stings a little… like hot sauce,” he said.

      “I asked you,” Naomi repeated, angering quickly.  “I gave you a chance.”

      “That,” Crowley growled, slashing wildly down her chest, “was not how this worked!”

      Naomi cried out with the surprise of the move.  She bit her lip.  She hated him now.  She hated this, being so submissive to something so unclean.  But he was right.  She knew that.  She knew what she had given up.

Part III