I'm back, because you are now my favorite person and I just discovered AngelHarem! and I am in love. For freeforall Friday, please, it can be fluffy, smutty, pregnancy-related (or all of them if you want me to melt into in a puddle of tears and feels and happiness), it can be anything you want but please I need it to live!!! (PS, do you see what you've done to me!?) (PPS, have I mentioned you are awesome?!? <3) -Em
((Oh Gosh hi friend! And I would say I’m sorry but I’m really not.))
Michael’s dark wings snapped up, arching high as he came into Samandriel’s shaking body. He shoved a hand between the Angel’s wings, pushing his chest down onto their nest, his body following so that he could keep the angle, keep his cock buried as deep inside of his Seraph as he could.
Samandriel gave a quiet, complaining whine when Michael pulled out, achingly slowly. His rim, pink and slick, clenched up as best as it could to keep Michael’s seed inside of him.
Michael bent down, kissing softly at the small of Samandriel’s back. “Stay just like that,” he ordered, petting down Samandriel’s spine. Samandriel sighed softly, his wings relaxing down onto the bed until they hit resistance.
Inias was on his back next to Samandriel, Dean braced over him, hands at the backs of his knees and driving deep into the Seraph’s ass. Inias turned his head, catching Samandriel’s eyes. His cheeks were flushed, eyes bright.
Dean growled, reaching down to grab Inias’ chin and force his gaze back. “Eyes on me, baby,” he said, his hand flattening out across Inias’ collarbone. “Wanna look at you when you come for me.”
Inias gave a soft, low grown, arching up as Dean kept going. Then, Samandriel’s attention was drawn back by a tongue tracing around his rim, chasing the small trail of come that had leaked down back to his hole and driving inside.
Samandriel’s golden wings fluttered and he sucked in a breath, clawing at the sheets. Michael’s big hand settled across the back of his head, petting through his sweaty hair as Castiel started to lick into his hole, cleaning him up.
“Come here, little dove,” Michael ordered, pulling Samandriel up so that he was resting his head on Michael’s thigh. Samandriel gave a soft shiver as Castiel pulled back, hands sliding up to his hips as he took his position behind Samandriel, ready to take his turn breeding him.
“Please,” Samandriel breathed, softly, arching back as Castiel began to slide into him. His Grace burned with the desire to take his mates inside of him until his mating drive was sated and he was pregnant once again.
Michael smiled, petting through Samandriel’s hair. “Gonna give you what you need, little dove,” he said fondly, his eyes rapt on the sight of Castiel sinking into Samandriel, his black wings fluttering in pleasure at the tight, hot clench of Samandriel’s body.
Dean gave a soft snarl, reaching out to gently but firmly take hold of Inias’ throat. “Know you’re close, baby,” he said, leaning down to tease his lips against Inias’ gasping mouth. “Gonna come for me? Gonna have to if you want me to breed you up.”
Inias gave a soft, plaintive whine, staring up into Dean’s eyes as he wrapped his hand around his cock. In a few thrusts, squeezing tight around the head of his cock, he came with another soft sigh, but kept his eyes open as well as he was able, obedient to Dean’s order.
Dean smiled down at him and pulled his hand away, kising him passionately as he let Inias’ other leg drop and sank into him a final time, letting go so that he could come and fill up his pretty, submissive mate.
“Good job, baby,” Dean murmured, nuzzling against Inias’ bruised throat.
