Weird Guilty Notes?
„Ah, fuck!“ The lady breathed, threw her head back and tightened her grip around Asmodeus wrists.
Their hips met in a messy, wet rhythm. Her toes curled and legs shook, while she concentrated on… something. The gag in his mouth? The motion she had to keep up?
“Come on, harder,” The gasp that followed might mean she got what she wanted, still kneeling on top of him and squeezing her eyes closed. “Harder, damn demon”
Which seemed… unnecessary? The demon in question was nothing if not amendable to the demand, though.
He sat up, as if she was not keeping her whole weight on his wrists. Panic crossed her features until he grabbed her hips and easily resumed a harder rhythm, as demanded.
Judging by her noises, she did get quite a bit out of it.
In fact, it was enough to get her to orgasm with a few more thrusts and… she disappeared, leaving an unsatisfied lust demon sitting in his bed.
Raphael frowned and snapped her notebook shut, shoving it into her pants pocket.
A bit of rummaging in the dark produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
Under bemused supervision by Asmodeus, she clambered from behind the couch over onto the bed. She handed over the cigarettes and slipped behind him to get rid of the gag. Threw it towards the bin, too. Nasty thing.
“So… that was… a summoning?” She wasn’t sure what to say, simply sat down next to him and offered fire:
Asmodeus looked at her for a long moment, then simply shrugged, bowed forward, lit up the tobacco stick and took a deep breath: “A very inexperienced witch, didn’t state any terms, didn’t quite know how to go about this.”
Raphael nodded sagely, still frowning: “She certainly had a satisfying conclusion of her visit. In… a physical sense.” She scratched her head and took the book back out, flipping through the pages.
Asmodeus watched and smiled: “I’m nothing if not accommodating in that regard, no wanting customers there., as you might imagine.”
“You do have a reputation to uphold,” she nodded and frowned at a particular part of her notes: “But… wasn’t she here to… ‘gather the semen of the hell spawn’ as she so… ‘eloquently’ stated? Isn’t that also… wrong?” Him having been an angel and all.
“Well… I won’t hold that against her, even if she could have known better. But yes, that was her intention.” He cocked an eyebrow and leaned further into her direction. Apparently her notes were of a bit of imterest, he commented, bemused: "… 'ambidextrous when stimulating'… the things you watch out for…”
“Err… yes. You got the rhythm exactly right again, when you changed hands. She didn't seem to want to react that strongly. Or at all. She squirmed away a lot. Not that you let her. Or she was very adamant about it. But. The semen-thing. That's something she did want. And she certainly did not achieve that. And she did rip your shirt.” Raphael huffed and ran a finger along the ruined collar. “You seemed to enjoy the enthusiasm. But when she denied to remove any more clothes than strictly necessary the enjoyment died down? Is that a thing? The more skin the better?” She pulled a pencil from behind her ear and tapped it against the page.
“Clothes can be fun. This time… her attempt was all over the place. The whole 'reluctance' bit could have been a fantasy, but… she was not really into it, per se… she also insisted it was oh-so-bad for her…” He half-shrugged. Did not look entirely happy with it. “… she did want the orgasm, certainly, but I was not entirely comfortable.”
“Uhm… so… how did this even happen?” There were some serious question marks, really.
He took another drag and exhaled the smoke away from her: “A witch with a lot of catholic guilt summoned me, forgot to state her terms, so I reversed the summoning to get her here, she used a rosary to gag me”
“-points for creativity?” Raphael inserted
“Points for… effort, I suppose, it’s not that creative. And then proceeded to curse and insult me while she still very much wanted to fuck me. And who am I to deny that particular desire?” Asmodeus watched her scribble in the little book.
“And what was the whole hellspawn semen thing?”
“It’s an old ritual. Some of my subordinates came up with it, about four hundred years ago. Apparently, a demons sperm could be an ingredient in an alchemical formula to… turn lead to gold or some such nonsense. They had to get the sperm before they orgasmed themselves. So I had to send her back then, to make the ritual 'credible'. Or she might tell others it's a lie, and wouldn't that be a pity”
“… but it very much IS a lie.” The only reason the ritual of summoning a demon for sex had worked was because Asmodeus had reacted on a whim. There was no obligation.
Asmodeus chuckled: “That… is true. But like this, I could give her a little letter of pointers. And so the next human that tries might hate themselves less. And I might actually have fun. A bit of effort has never hurt anyone..”
“You didn’t like it when she ‘pinned’ you to the bed? I mean… not that she was strong enough, but… an attempt was made?” She tapped on the note regarding this.
Another drag of smoke and he nodded: “Sure did like that. I didn’t mind the ripped shirt either, it’s not like I need to buy a new one.” To proof it he snapped his fingers and it mended itself. “Stating your intentions can be sexy, too.”
“They weren’t exactly… good intentions? She spoke of 'smiting'?” It had sounded awful.
“Because you can smite someone with sex? As a human?” He laughed and put out the cigarette.
“I wouldn’t know, can you imagine? It just seemed like she was threatening you a lot. Choking, cutting, maiming, what have you… I mean... not that there was anything to back that up, but still…”
“... such a pity, isn’t it? All the more interesting!” Asmodeus smirked, wagging his brows.
“What?” She let the book and pencil fall, distressed. “No! There should be no harm in this. Why would you want this?”
He kissed the worried line between her brows: “Why indeed… you really don’t have any idea, do you?”
“I mean… I know the whole kink-business, in theory, but that should not be about genuine harm… and if there is a religious undertone, it might actually do something and that’s not what should happen during sex, so-“
With another laugh, he cut that particular thing short: “Sure, angel… lets leave it at that,” he nudged at her shoulder, let her – including the imbalancing mess of feathers on her back - fall backwards on the bed and turned to crawl over her, inquiring: “Want to gather some more notes from your very own point of view? Comparisons?”
Raphael blinked up, a bit confused: “That won’t be very useful notes, I could not very well have an objective view or think about what you are doi- … why are you smiling like that?”
Asmodeus hand buried into her hair and is thumb gently caressed her cheekbone: “You… are aware that you were perfectly happy to climb into my bed. After all this? And the outcome it all had?”
“Well, you did offer to discuss my notes and see if I understood correctly… or if I drew the wrong conclusions.” She looked a bit concerned about it. Had that been wrong?
“Aaand you are welcome to, truly… now…” He had to laugh, silently, looking down before he found her eyes again: “Okay, last try before I’ll send you back to the couch: This is a very genuine offer to continue where our short-lived visitor stopped. For your and my enthusiastically consenting pleasure. Would you, despite being unable to read a single hint or situation, be interested?”
She stared for a very long moment, before a warm blush spread over her cheeks. Her eyes widened in wonder: “And… and I can touch your horns?”
“You have... the weirdest priorities, angel. Never change. But sure.” Nothing but very amused consent was visible on his face.
Raphael rolled them around with a lot of feathery help to get to the scripted position of ‘continue where they had stopped’, then leaned forward: “Yes. Please.” And closed the gap to kiss him. For once in her life, she welcomed the tobacco wholeheartedly.
She was rather glad there were no conditions for her enjoyment. Her notes were truly useless, in the end. But biting his shoulder proved slight damage to his body did heighten his enjoyment of... physical activities.
It was a wondrously surprising moment for her.