*innocent stare as it was just getting to the good part*
Carmilla would love to keep kissing Sera forever. She's a succubus, of course, and feeds off any form of intimacy. And Sera is a good kisser, despite her lack of experience.
But Sera had specifically asked her to make the ache stop. So while she's highly enjoying sucking face with the High Seraphim, with the taller woman looming above her, pushing Carmilla's back flat onto the desk, she is on a mission here. She's going to have to stop at some point to fulfill Sera's wish.
Carmilla will never get over how easy it is to move Sera. She's as light as a cloud, and Carmilla barely has to grab her around the hips and lift to get out from beneath her. Sera looks comically tall in her arms. The succubus hikes Sera's legs around her hips, and turns, taking the larger-than-life woman with her.
Sera squeaks, gripping Carmilla around the neck. Carmilla chuckles into her neckline where her face is buried.
"Hold on. We're going for a ride."
Carmilla backs up a little, until she's able to sit in Sera's oversized office chair. Her feet barely touch the floor in this thing, but Sera melts into her lap. Carmilla looks up at her, still grazing the side of her neck occasionally with her nose and bare teeth. Her hands go wandering south, feeling for a way to draw the angel's robes up. They are so thick and long, and she grunts in frustration.
Sera blushes. With a snap of her fingers, her outer robes disappear in a golden flash of angelic light. She's left wearing only a thin chemise, made of an opalescent, almost sheer silken fabric. Carmilla's mouth waters, seeing a hint of Sera's bra and underwear underneath.
"This is all for me?" Carmilla asks, smirking, dominant hand moving around to Sera's backside. She strokes her hip and lower back lazily, fondly, getting Sera used to the feel of her. Then grasps a bountiful handful of the Seraphim's rear end.
Sera is soft here, as she is all over. She gasps into Carmilla's neck at the sensation. If Carmilla didn't know any better, she might also have missed the slight thrust of Sera's hips into her lap. But she's drawn to it, honing in on it, smelling Sera's spike of arousal at her touch. There's no way she wouldn't notice that.
If Carmilla had to choose, this would definitely be among her favorite of Sera's assets so far. No pun intended. It's just a really nice ass.
Among other things.
She wants to be intimately familiar with all of Sera's features. Her hand goes wandering again, drawing up the edge of Sera's short chemise so she can reach under. She's met with an ungodly sexy pair of white, lace panties under her fingertips. Sera's scent through the fabric is intoxicating. It takes everything in Carmilla not to ravish this woman entirely.
But she's a professional, and has much more self-control than that. This is her bread and butter.
"These are so cute. White is definitely your color."
"Th-thank you? I didn't really know what you'd like."
Carmilla chuckles. "I would enjoy anything on you. Or off of you, if you'd like."
Carmilla keeps her touches light. Running her thumbs over Sera's hip bones. Framing her pelvis in her long, dexterous fingers, barely brushing the front of Sera's panties, over her pubic mound, undeniably driving her crazy.
Sera whimpers, hips thrusting forward, chasing the ghost of Carmilla's touch. She may not personally know what she's doing, but her body does, and it's desperately asking for more. More. More.
Carmilla obliges. The front of Sera's panties are becoming wet, and her scent is more potent with each passing second. She tests the proverbial waters, cupping Sera in her open palm through her underwear, resting it against her cleft. Giving the Seraphim something to rub against.
Carmilla is right. Sera is soaked.
Sera jolts in Carmilla's lap at the pressure. She chokes, whimpers, a strangled cry erupting out of her throat. Her hips come alive, grinding into Carmilla's huge, delicate hand. Carmilla isn't even moving it yet -- just letting Sera use her to seek her pleasure. Sera falls forward in her lap, arms circling around Carmilla's neck, gasping frantically into her hair.
"Lord--oh Heaven--!"
Her legs shift wider of their own volition. Carmilla accepts the invitation. Large, gentle claws delve into the depths of smooth lace and satin. The flesh there is swollen, and wet, and open for her touch. With the barest of affections, Carmilla puts two fingers to Sera's clit. The little bead is hard, flittering under her hand, and more wetness greets her when she touches it.
"Shit--shit--!"
Sera is all lost to reason now. Her hips move with renewed purpose. The normally proud, divine being has been reduced to a cursing, whimpering mess. She doesn't even seem mindful of it. Especially not when Carmilla slips her hand lower, inserting a thick finger inside her. It goes in with zero resistance.
"You're such a good girl. So wet for me. Have you been thinking about this all day?"
"Carmilla--ahh! Don't say things like that!"
"Why?" Carmilla grinds her palm into Sera's clit gently, emphasizing her point. The finger inside her adopts a slight curl, rubbing at her front wall. Sera wails, spreading her legs wider. At least as far as she can, with the arms of the chair in the way.
"Please--Because it's--"
"True?"
"Because it's embarrassing!"
"You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You are beautiful. Do you hear me?"
Sera has no protest for that. Her entire body is flushed, infused with amber right down to her veins. She tries to form words, several times, but when that finger inside her turns into two, spreading apart, and scissoring inside her, she loses all concept of coherent thought.
Sera smashes her lips against Carmilla's again, tongue searching and questing, begging for more. The succubus' mouth is warm and welcoming to the invasion. As the angel grinds into her hand, Carmilla has no shortage of curt, flowery praises to offer. But when they don't seem to help Sera get any closer to the high that she seeks, Carmilla changes tactics.
"I bet you'll look so pretty when you come," Carmilla growls, voice taking on a much deeper, carnal register. Her eyes bleed blood-red, and just the tips of her horns poke through her forehead. Her tail lashes and thumps against the floor in eager anticipation.
"I'll ruin you for Heaven. Make it so no one else will ever satisfy you. Do you want that?"
Carmilla swirls her thumb around Sera's clit harder, almost making Sera scream, if she hadn't clamped her mouth shut at the last minute. She's quaking in Carmilla's arms.
"Yes! I want that! Please make me yours!"
"Then do it, High Seraphim. Show me how much you want it. Come for me."
Then Carmilla knows she has her. With a few more frantic, final thrusts of her hips into the chair, Sera wails, and spills into her hand.
There is so much wetness. It soaks into Sera's panties, and threatens to ruin Carmilla's clothes. Carmilla almost climaxes herself, just from the scent, the auditory feedback, and the stimulation alone. Then Sera becomes boneless in her lap, and Carmilla brings her face back to hers for another kiss.
"That's my girl," Carmilla says tenderly, kissing her forehead. All signs of her demonic features are put back into metaphysical storage for later. Right now, Sera is still shivering, and curling tighter into Carmilla's body heat, seeking comfort.
I have you, Carmilla thinks, letting Sera cuddle deeper into her shoulder and neck. They will both have to come back to reality at some point, but for the moment, Carmilla can still pretend that the High Seraphim of Heaven is hers.
That she can keep her. Forever and ever. Whether or not it's true, it's a nice, comforting thought in the moment.
Carmilla and Zestial cuddling with baby Clara and Odette... at times, family isn't about blood ❤🖤💜
I used my headcanons from my fanfiction "You bring back my Springtime", where Zestial has bat ears and the ability to attach/detach his wings from his body in three different ways. I hope you will enjoy!
(For those curious: yes, Zestial is wearing socks. He has cold feet.)
I wrote a fic and gifted it to you on ao3. I hope you like it.
That is so sweet of you, anon! Thank you for thinking of me! I am honored! 🥲
This is another twist on the human!AU. 🩵🩵 Very bittersweet. (Now that I think about it, most everything about this ship is bittersweet. Wouldn't have it any other way, tbh!)
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
The postcard included with Zestmilla's cross-border collaboration is a PS effect and not a physical product. It is only for promotion to prevent anyone from stealing the picture.
Zestial giving Carmilla flowers for valentines' day, claiming that he does that because she's "his good friend".
Carmilla giving him chocolate/flowers as well because "he's basically family".
Rosie getting tired of their pining, and getting the both of them flowers and being like "very well, we're all friends, where's my bouquet?"
Carmilla having no idea on what getting her, and just settling for roses, because she isn't good with gifts.
Zestial straight up giving her a corpse to eat, because the only person he wants to give flowers to is Carmilla (and her daughters).
Rosie dying of laughter, as the both of them are forced to admit (at least to themselves) that they don't actually usually gift flowers to their friends on Valentines day.
Bonus point:
Alastor getting Rosie a beautiful arrangement of carnivorous plants, because "he might hate that stupid holiday, but his bestie deserves better".
P.s.
Emily would absolutely give flowers to her friends, but I wanted to put her with Charlie and Vaggie. The trio of cuties.
Clara and Odette don't care, they just want their parents to get together already.
She's the daughter of Alastor and Rosie. She takes after her mother appearence wise, but has her father's power over shadows. Her coloring is still to be determinded...
Nice idea, can do! (Hope you enjoy, is a silly little thing 💜)
《Clara, no 》 warned Carmilla, but it was all useless, as her daughter got ready to pounce on her
《Clara yes! 》 The kid screamed, jumping from the top of the wardrobe and onto her mother, her little hands busy tickling her 《I got you! Mum is my prisoner now! 》
《Stop it! I'm serious! 》 scolded Carmilla between laughters, carefull to move herself so that both her and her daughter would hit a soft surface when they would inevitably fall 《No TV the whole weekend! No spicy chips! No... No skateboarding! 》
《Worth it! 》 giggled the child, well aware that none of those threats would be followed by action. Her mum liked to act as she didn't enjoy their surprise attacks, but truth was, she could always see them coming from a mile away and never did anything to stop them from happening
《Stop! 》 She ordered again, as they fell on the bed and her dearest friend entered the room, alerted by the noise but not particularly panicked
《Zestial, a little help, please! 》 She pleaded, but Zestial, her oldest friend, the almost father of her daughters, her lighthouse in the storm, simply watched her with a knowing smirk, as he made his way towards them
《Thou doth not seem to particularly mind, mine dear 》 he noted, simply standing as her hyperactive child had the time of her life tickling her and undoing her neat updo.
So, apparently that was how he wanted to play, this time
《Traitor 》
《At least thou art getting cuddles 》 he comforted, and Clara stopped her assault to look at him dead in the eyes, a fanged smile brightening her round little face even more
《Don't worry jefe*, we won't make you feel left out》
《We? 》 asked Zestial, starting to look around the room, but it was already too late
《SURPRISE ATTACK 》
《Odette! 》
The child threw herself from the chandelier, successfully managing to knock Zestial to the ground and climb on him to deliver her own ticklish assault
《I see thee perfectly, little lambkin 》 he laughed, still a bit out of breath, as he tried to rise, but his daughter was of a different opinion, and climbed on his chest as she pulled a long feather out of her sleeve
《Not for long! Feather attack! 》
《No! Not the feather, my only weakness 》 he played along 《show some mercy, I beg thee! 》
《No! Clara, I need help, dad is too tall to tickle alone! 》
《Reinforces are coming! 》
Assured the other, climbing off of her mother and joining her twin in her endeavour.
As his two little beloved menaces went wild on him and his poor clothes, Zestial noticed his dearest swiftly recomposing herself and preparing to slither out of the room
《Carmilla, mine dear... 》
He tried in his meekest voice, but this time it was her turn to smirk as she watched from above
《Na-ah. You were ready to leave me to my destiny, I'm leaving you to yours. Good luck, dear friend! 》
With a satisfied smile, she made her escape and closed the door behind her.
"Oh well, I deserved it." He thought "Yet, I shall nonetheless have my own ticklish revenge on mine loveliest lady... after our little ones are settled for the night, without a doubt."
*"Jefe" is the Spanish word for "boss", but is also affectionately/respectfully used for one's parents. I have a whole headcanon around it -used in my main fanfiction "You bring back my Springtime"-, but long story short, it's Clara's way of indirectly recognising Zestial as her dad, where Odette is more explicit.
That took objectively too long to finish, but here's a detailing of Zestial
Note: this is not a redesign, it's me drawing what his outfit could look like if the show had a highly-detailed and realistic style.
Notes under cut:
Upper half:
Shift - loose fitting, short sleeves (?), grey or white, is only to make the corset comfortable to wear
Corset - men's, vest style, black possibly with dark green accents, the corset is purely shapewear and could partially work as armour if properly reinforced
Shirt - loose upper arms, buttons on forearms, wrist ruffles, high collar, blood red,
Cravat - wraps around chest, made of silk ruffles, has lace edging, tucks into vest, slightly darker red from the shirt
Vest - shoulder pads, deep neck, V-bottom, numerous buttons, dark grey
Jacket - high collar, form-fitting, buttons on wrists to ensure fit, deeper neck than vest, ends at ribs, tails on back, M-notch lapel, black
Cape - high collar, spiderweb inside, capelet attached on top (grey), hides wings. The cape has 6 vertical lines, those plus the outer edges of the cape make 8. There are six horizontal pieces of webbing on those lines, those plus the top and bottom of the cape also make 8.
Pin - spider shape, goes over cape unless cape isn't worn, then is worn on the cravat
Lower half:
Underwear - lace up at front, it contains no elastic as modern ones do
Stockings - knee high, they also contain no elastic and must be kept up with garters
Garters - rest at mid thigh
Pantaloons - poofy at thighs, form fitting on calves due to buttons, black
Belt - thick, goes beneath the vest, elaborate buckle hidden by vest, black or dark brown leather + silver buckle (the buckle is not made of silver)
Boots - black leather, very well worn, his feet are shaped like spider paws but the boots hide that
Bonus:
Hat - shortened to make it a more realistic style, red ribbon (colour match to cravat) tied around brim, the striped feather is from an overlord he felled, the second feather (original addition) is one he got from an exterminator (sources vary as to how he survived that), the skull is from an infant (he will not elaborate on the source of that), there is a small bird skull (original addition) as well. The hat is the only object he has kept his entire time in hell, hence why it is so thoroughly patched, he patched it with his own webbing
The cane he's holding is for fashion purposes (it may or may not contain a rapier)
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