[18+ only.]
An angel allows me, a demon, to pluck one of their pure white feathers as a souvenir. I walk circles around them, inspecting their wings, feeling them up from tip to base, looking for the perfect one.
Maybe I get distracted by their cute little silenced hums and decide to rub, kiss, and lick between their wings, along their sensitive spine, before sitting down and lowering them on my bulge. I sort through the base of their wings as they whine and sway against me, feeling cum leak through their robes.
I move the cloth aside and knot them, pushing them down deep on my cock until I can finally get them to embrace their moans and pleasure. Once they’ve cum on my dick a few times, and once I can feel their belly is swollen from how full of my dark seed they are, I gently pluck a small, pure white feather.
Once I’m able to get my knot out of them—after pumping another load into them, since it got stuck—I clean up their legs and outer folds with my tongue. If they swallow their pride and beg, I’ll let them cum a few more times on my tongue. They go back to Heaven, me with their feather, and them filled to the brim with my unholy seed; our little secret. Whenever they see me, wearing their feather in a miniature jar on my necklace, they squirm and remember, and try to hide how horny it makes them.