This would be Belo for suuuure. And no burning the food either, no excuse! :}
[Fem reader]
He flips the eggs at the right time.
He practiced. The flavor should be exactly how you like it. Belo is getting so much better at this, especially now that you're home enough to taste test several of his experiments.
The power is so happy he can care for you more thoroughly these days, there's nothing Belo loves more than to ensure his Lady's day is perfect. In every aspect. After all, with no guardians or even worshippers around, it all falls on his shoulders. And he'll be damned if he disappoints.
It's strange to say that he's also come to appreciate how needed you make him feel.
Of course, all those who are above should always have a number of celestials to carry out the more menial tasks, and it's absolutely not standard for an angel to be thanked by their Lords and Ladies- It's their job, after all.
And yet...
Yet you ply him with affection. With gratefulness. This soft, thoughtful adoration that makes Belo feel warm and cherished. No one's ever done that for him before, no Lord or Lady has ever decreed that he should be rewarded for simply performing his duties.
He knows that's why you're truly worth all this effort to adapt. All this confusion he has to slowly wade through as he pieces together an image of the modern world.
You are worth surviving the great silence. He prevailed because somehow, Belo knew he would find you, and the purpose in his existence would be restored.
And he...
He almost overcooked the eggs.
Almost.
A few drops of oil land on his apron -a holy gift from his Lady- and the angel squints in displeasure.
At least it didn't land on him. Which could have happened, especially after your request to have Belo work around the house... Bare.
It's an odd request, yes. It really did puzzle the power at first, but ultimately, it's harmless.
He only truly understood the meaning behind it a tad later.
You wish to admire his form.
Were it anyone else placing their eyes upon him with such lecherous intent, the punishment would be severe- But his Lady has all the right to do as she wishes with a celestial sworn to her.
And, truth be told, Belo quietly enjoys knowing his form is pleasant enough for such requests coming from you.
He enjoys it all more than he should.
You've awakened something in Belo he's too ashamed to put words upon- Because only you can acknowledge it, it's pure and right when you do it.
It's vulgar and blasphemous when he admits he craves your carnal attentions.
The feeling of your eyes poised on his figure -as they are now, the angel senses it- Is riveting and rousing in a way he can't get enough of.
Look at him. Feel his body. See it. Know that it is yours alone.
The celestial remembers how your first intimate moments started, how your ever-generous praise morphed into physical gestures. Caresses and strokes and eventually a fondling that teased him to hardness. His service of you now involves being pleasured by your touch.
Something he's quite often desperate for.
Belo knows, deep down, it's natural for him to be so easily aroused and wanton. His Lady has an holy influence over him that is much too strong, any such stimulation he gets is bound to fry him into a mess of anticipation.
Such as now...
Now he breathes heavily, knowing that the scent of the meal has spread past the kitchen and his Lady has risen to appraise his work.
Belo is fully aware he's uncomfortably erect against the apron, ruining it probably, but his hands are occupied and by no means will he dirty them to hide away or soothe the shameful display.
" Mmhm! What are you up to here? "
The sudden warmth of your figure hugging his from behind has Belo tensing, fluffing up reflexively for a second. His wings seem to shudder and shrink.
" My Lady! I- " He has to blink. Refocus. " I wanted to repeat last night's meal. I believe I can do better this time, and I'm sure- "
" It looks good, I'm really proud of how much better you've gotten at cooking. Then again, you're a fast learner... "
Hands roam the front of his body, weaseling underneath the frilled garment to play with the small tufts of fur on his belly. The angel melts slightly.
" Thank- Thank you my Lady, I'm honored. "
Unfortunately, your idle exploration of his lower torso's fur has your digits finally nudging against what he can't hope to explain away.
Both of you startle.
A solid, painful second of silence.
" Already? "
The way your tone shifts almost makes Belo's eyes roll back.
" ... I- Forgive me. I am so disgusting... "
His Lady laughs, it's a beautiful sound, even when full of mischief.
" No, it's fine. I practically Pavloved you into this. "
He doesn't know what that means, but at least you seem to expect this from him now? He... Can adapt to these circumstances.
There's no warning when your soft hand coils around his swollen cock. Belo's immediate groan is both pathetic and full of relief. He loses himself for a few seconds, enjoying the way you squeeze his girth and test his slit.
A sizzle reminds him there are ingredients he should be flipping.
" My Lady I must continue- " A slow stroke upwards that has the angel's hips following. " Continue cooking, lest I fail. "
His mind is anywhere but cooking right now. He'd much rather just have you play with him however you please.
" So? I'm just helping along, don't mind me. "
Old Lords help him.
There's a small pause before you begin properly pumping Belo's length, hands twisting and pulling the exact way that has him trembling and whining quietly. Each clipped whimper a quiet plea to give him more, make him cum.
He loves orgasming. He loves the feeling. Loves that you can give that to him. He needs more of it and every way you touch him is so perfect he can't help the precum that beads.
" Always so hard for me. So eager to please. " You sigh affectionately. " You know you have permission to touch yourself, right? "
Belo can hardly process what you're saying when all the thoughts in his mind have muddled into images of himself servicing you. The utensils in his grasp shake, then fall.
" Such acts are foul and beneath my station- " He nearly huffs with exertion. " I can't- My Lady... "
" Right, it's better when I do it, isn't it? " His Lady taunts, pausing her pumping to quickly stroke and squeeze around his tip, a motion which Belo's thighs flex over.
" It- It's right... It's my duty... "
His duty to receive all you gift upon him, be it pleasure or pain.
" It's right when I touch you like this? When I jerk you off so you aren't just walking around bricked all the time because I turn you on? "
Must you put it in such a way?
" Yes- Yes, my Lady. " He moans, quiet and dropping his head for a moment, shuddering as your pace becomes merciless. " ... Please. "
" Please? "
His eyes widen. Belo doesn't even know what he's saying. He's not supposed to beg you for anything, you owe him nothing. Every ounce of pleasure you offer him is a blessing on its own and he should not be greedy. Should not be gluttonous. You could stop right now and he would have no right to plead for more.
But he would fist his cock stupid to the memory. Probably while you're asleep.
That's the only time he can be... Filthy. Away from your holy presence.
" Beg me. "
Oh, how gracious you are.
Ever thoughtful, ever loving, giving your disgusting celestial permission to be just that. Belo does not hesitate.
" Please my Lady please make me cum. Your touch cleanses me, it -I have no right to request anything of you- But please don't stop, I'm so... "
Close.
Both sets of wings twitch and raise, Belo's body curving forward slightly. It's a small miracle he's not burning himself right now.
" You sound so pretty. " The angel's only response is to moan and throb. " Do you want to cum then? "
" Yes- Yes please, please- "
His hips have started moving in tandem with your pace. Belo doesn't even care to hide his desperation.
" Alright, make a mess. "
Sheer luck keeps Belo somewhat upright when his orgasm barrels through his body, raising every hair in its wake and making his abdomen tense so hard he almost doesn't have the breath to groan his gratitude- Slurred babbles of endless praise while rope after rope creates an unsightly, sticky stain on the apron.
The power can only pant and whine through the aftershocks, so very close to just melting onto you from the boneless pleasure that still has him twitching.
You unceremoniously wipe your hand on the fabric of the frilled garment he wears, then collect some of the ingredients onto a plate, turning back around as if nothing had transpired.
" Mmm smells good too, thanks for the meal. "
He sags against the counter like an overheated sack of potatoes, feeling his own seed coat the fur on his thighs.
The same love that always blooms for his Lady has him cooing quietly.
" I hope it's to your liking, my Lady... "
Because Belo is still too hard and horny to make you another one if it isn't.
