Would it be possible to convince him that sex is like a vigorous exercise? Like yeah, that full nelson would definitely help me! Mating press? That’s a classic exercise, really makes me more flexible. Wanna try it out?
[Absolutely! Fem reader.]
" This was unknown to me. " The dominion huffs, watching his cock disappear into your stretched out hole.
He seems particularly entranced by the way your free leg trembles, the one he holds up squirming and jerking from time to time. His pupils dilate as he studies the way sweat clings to your face, how pleasure soaks into your cheeks.
" Yeah! Hmn- It's a nice change of pace, right? "
The angel's thighs flex. In fact, his entire body has been coiling tighter the longer this goes on -you've lost track of time- Like a spring accumulating more and more tension, his fur practically standing as the dominion shudders violently again, successfully halting his orgasm. Again.
You may or may not have told him that holding it increases the effectiveness of the workout.
" We have never trained this way- " He appears to stop breathing for a pause, likely because of the way you tightened around his engorged cock. " It's... Effective. "
Oh it's effective alright. You're both slick with sweat, more like damp in his case. The room is overheated and it wouldn't surprise you if condensation started dripping down the walls.
" Uhuh- " You're not walking tomorrow, but you fully understood this would be the outcome if you convinced the dominion. " I think ahahn I think you're losing steam. "
Solvariel's response is a particularly intense round of thrusting that makes the joints in your hips almost audibly creak.
He pants loudly in exertion, open mouthed, his own chin wet with drool while those many eyes roll slightly. Even as he punishes you for the taunt, he worsens his case, torturing himself further with the heat of your squeezing cunt.
Dominion are celestial beings of pure indulgence, of raw physical power and sturdy physiques created to carry out arduous work and withstand brutal efforts- Sol's physical discipline is of such perfection that it often leaves you speechless.
Though it seems that all it takes to make him crumble is to mix that physical strain with continuous pleasure.
" I have no intentions of stopping. "
Some bite slips through the angel's tone, those large hands coiling harder around your limbs, anchoring the monster when he finds a better angle, a position that slides him somehow deeper within you, faster- He's nothing if not efficient.
You would be coming again by now, if not for the way your poor body is so overstimulated it has decided to mute some of the stimulus.
At some point however, some lucidity returns to the dominion, who remembers you're his Lady, not training equipment he can wrangle around- Not that you were very inclined to complain.
The angel's grip recedes entirely, his pace crawling to an almost complete halt when Sol examines the locations where he held you against him. Naturally, your skin is showing signs that it might bruise soon, something that startles the angel.
The celestial pops out of your hole with a decidedly gross, wet noise.
" H-Hey! "
By the time you muster the energy to look back at him, panting against the wall, wings spread and fur disheveled, you get to see the way your slick practically makes a mop of the little tuft of fur above his flushed slit and twitching cock. He isn't just catching his breath, he's admiring the mess he made of you.
" Forgive me. " Sol lowers a hand to his length, gripping it with a grimace.
It takes you a second to understand he might have had to stop himself from climaxing again, just at the sight of you spread and ruined before him.
" My Lady if I may suggest something? "
Now you're curious.
Gentle hands help you stand, the angel allowing you to balance yourself with his wing before assuming your place on the bed. The dominion spreads his legs, planting both feet on the mattress and securing his hands on the edges of each side.
Interesting.
" We can resume now! " Sol grins, his beam a little too wobbly with need to look as confident as it usually does.
" How so, do you expect me to do all the work? " You crawl atop him all the same, seating yourself on the monster's lubed girth and marveling at how his teeth grit, the hiss of a long-suffering man making it past his shaking lips.
" No. I will just be keeping my hands to myself. I cannot hurt you. "
And, sure enough, the dominion bucks beneath you, a merciless rhythmn of pistons that has spots dancing in the corner of your vision, each slap of skin of skin almost muffled by the noises both of you can't help but let out. It baffles you that he continues to have the strength in his legs to lift your weight, impale you.
" Next training session- " Breathing is hard when it feels like Sol's dick has reached your lungs. " I should get you a pair of cuffs then. "
The angel coughs mid-whimper, the noise becoming some kind of pitiful wheeze. " B- Brilliant idea, my Lady. "
You don't have the energy to follow up on the teasing, simply falling limp atop the angel's body while he throws his head back, continuing to roll his hips, each breath a desperate moan.
The chances are high he'll collapse the moment he simply can't hold his load anymore.
Im rll curious about the angel with very big nipple rings haha ( ⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)
[Might as well introduce him for now.]
This is Sol.
More accurately known as Solvariel.
He's a dominion cast celestial (two ranks above a soldier like Belo), currently sworn to Mother.
Dominions, as you might already know, are authoritive forces who exist to keep the peace and eliminate threats. During times where siadar still ruled Earth, dominions would lead great numbers of celestials in order to purge the surface of demonic influences, as well as keep lessers from engaging in needless violence.
As a dominion, Sol is incredibly driven and resilient, steadfast in his purpose and always seeking to create bonds with fellow warrior celestials. While his stature and voice create an intimidating presence, the angel has the tendency to become a little goofy and aloof around people he favors. Although he works mostly in the island Miara oversees, Sol has increasingly requested to participate in many outside tasks, seeking contact with the world he was once a part of, even if it has changed drastically.
Unbeknownst to many of his peers, this dominion loves to show off. Particularly to humans, who have long since forgotten what it's like to observe an entity as strong and holy as himself. When not actively working, Sol can be found searching for excuses to display his strength around crowds.
His guilty pleasure is watching the awe on people's faces as they gaze upon his sculpted form, unaware that some of that staring is oftentimes less than respectful. He believes there's no point in covering his body, but will adorn it with some jewelry the same color as his halos.
Those things on his chest are, in fact, halos.
The warrior cast is by far the type of angel known for having halos which are embedded into their bodies, yes, but something about Sols' is a little amiss...
It fills your entire body with an airy boneless sensation.
Okay, now let Sol kiss me between my legs
[Short and sweet lol. Fem reader.]
" It is beautiful. "
A murmur sounds from below, soft and ever so gentle. As affectionate as the slow stroke of warm digits across your inner thighs. Sol's thumbs rub soothing circles, yet still, you can't bring yourself to glance down.
To see this being so beyond humanity kneel before your naked form. Complimenting the most lewd part of you...
" Do not hide, there's nothing to be ashamed of. " His tone lulls, you feel those intense eyes all expectantly fall upon your covered face.
The only reason you obey is because you can't fathom disappointing Sol. He has been nothing if not the brightest light in your life for a while now, so much so that you're willing to fight your own embarrassment. To please him.
When your hands fall from your complexion, you see his celestial form crowd your lower half, large wings spread to shield your figure from everything except the dominion himself. Big fingers flex around the meat of your thighs and he smiles at you. So sweetly, so reverently, the same radiant smile Sol always offers you.
You're no fool however, you can see the tension mounted in his body. The way his short fur sticks up in certain zones, how his wings twitch and his breath becomes wet, hotter. You feel it brush against the exposed skin of your mound and worsen the wetness you know he must smell by now.
Sol is taken with an attraction for you he no longer desires to fight, and the realization is as pervertedly gratifying as it is grim.
Angels aren't meant to do this. Neither are humans.
Wherein one of you should be taking responsibility and halting things immediately, only a slow and tentative dance unfolds.
Perhaps if both of you were quiet enough, hidden enough, then no one would know the sin you're indulging.
No one would punish you.
" My time with you has unveiled so much to me. You cannot begin to imagine how all has shifted before my very own eyes... "
Sol whispers, gaze finally falling from your steaming face to the prize between your legs. The part of you he claims no one should ever see, except of course, your savior.
" You are the reason They were tempted- "
The ghost of his lips upon wanton flesh raises goosebumps to the very tip of your toes.
" Why They had to leave this world behind. "
A single kiss empties your lungs, your eyes rolling and mouth desperately parting for air that will not come, instead releasing a startled whine as your footing falters and you're set aflame from inside out.
If an angel's kiss of desire can do this, you dare not imagine how your body will handle other expressions of his newfound lust.
Following up on last Halloween's Panty and Stocking shitpost, here's Scanty and Kneesocks- Though they're a little less demonic than what you might have expected...
Pin. I’ll give you my lottery ticket for an answer, it’s to a year’s supply worth of bagels.
Do all celestial have fluff, or are some silicone feeling? Glossy, porcelain, or just malleable like…
Jonesy gives off ‘product I buy because I like the texture’
Belo seems like a ‘didn’t clean your art brushes well and it makes a crunch when you press on the bristles’
Sol feels like he’s a ‘grandma’s old fur rug, it’s been around the block and when you sit on it your butt itches’
Vel is giving ‘chimp with alopecia/bald emu’ (where’s the fluf on this guy??? >:( glass dildo man. Tea pee-pee boy. He needs some dental work.)
Benevo. Puff ball with scratch-and-sniff fruity smell.
Ethican. As soft as the fiber connection the between skin and muscle of a preserved dissection mammal.
1) Not all celestials have fluff. It's an anatomical tendency but not a rule. Not all celestials have the same amount of fluff either, some might be covered in it, others may only sport it in specific zones.
Belo is quite fuzzy, but that's largely a product of his father, Benevo, being the celestial equivalent of a ball of fluff. If he took extra good care of his fur, Belo could make it as voluminous as the seraph's.
Solvariel is also decently fuzzy, though he often takes to trimming it short, only letting it grow in certain zones. Jonesy sits in this zone as well, he trims frequently.
Velamor breaks the usual standard for seraphim by featuring a lot less fur. His wings are incredibly cushioned and warm, but his body is almost certainly barren of fur.
2) They... They have skin. They don't feel like plastic.
Unless an angel is particularly unkempt, they all have a tendency to feel soft to the touch. Even warrior types might feel a bit softer than you expect, but all it takes is a blink for them to quite literally harden their form to a near rock-solid state.
Hello may I request to use Sol's halos as handles while I ride him
One might think they're painful, but they've been a part of Sol's form for so long now, pain is nonexistent.
More than that, they're holy instruments (similar but distinct from genuine halos), so he's surprisingly okay with people touching them.
You can tug on them for numerous reasons and not rise much of anything in Solvariel- But during love making? Well, he'd never thought of that before...
It- It certainly is a great display of physical control and- And woah that adds a whole new punch to it- You were right!
As a warrior type, he can appreciate anything that makes sex more of a workout. Still an exercise of love and appreciation, but also a physical test. And if holding/pulling his "halos" contributes to that, then he's very glad you suggested it.
It might also be true that Sol just enjoys an extra bit of pressure on his tits.
I just know in a poly Situation with Belo, Jonesy and the buff angel, the first to are gonna be a lil jealous because buff guy can make out with you sloppy style. And we already know Belo would love to be able to eat you out
Insecurities in a poly with Belo, Jonesy and Sol
To them, it's actually not seen this way.
As far as Belo and Sol know, Jonesy is clearly the top of this hierarchy, simply because he's a throne, therefore holding more authority than both of the warriors.
They struggle with sentiments of insecurity, fearing that you might see more value and virtue in Jonesy. They don't want to be secondary in their relationship with you.
Belo is actually the one that feels most threatened by this dynamic. Both Sol and Jonesy rank higher than him! You need to have a talk, and drill the notion of equal standing into their heads. Which is hard, because angels tend to be deadset in their ideas. Patience and persistence is key.
The mouth situation does reach them when you express delight at the idea of Sol orally servicing you. He doesn't pay much attention to his own mouth, as eating isn't necessarily required to his survival. Sol will gift food sooner than eat it.
It's when they see the glazed delight in Sol's eyes, near rolling back at the taste of you, the way you grow so incredibly wet for him, crumble at his mouth, gripping the base of his head wings to force him to shove more of his tongue inside you in gross squelches of noise. He moans at the sensation, but you damn near lose your mind.
Jealousy will fester in the other two very quickly.
Sure, you can at least grind on Belo's face, but that possibility doesn't exist for Jonesy at all.
They decide they must compensate, somehow, which will lead to Jonesy in particular becoming very adept at fingering in every way that'll have you tearing up.
In good moods, they're willing to work together to worship you.
Jonesy pleases you with his digits, Sol latches his mouth anywhere he can, and Belo whispers praise that sounds utterly unholy, all of them bringing you to celestial-induced, pleasured hysteria.
Which members of your kooky cast would be the best study partners/would be good motivators for studying? As in, we could study/work with them or around them.
I know for a fact some of them (looking at bregory) would be ass to study within 5 miles of.
I think any of the pride demons would be good, simply because of the pressure from them.
Obviously patches is a great candidate. Love that sad little nerd.
Santi could go either way, and you're gonna have to hear me out. Yes, he's horny and would probably wanna give you head underneath the desk. BUT, he's also got a hot pocket brain, and finds smart people hot, so I think if you studied (and looked particularly smart), the starry eyed gaze from him would be sufficient motivation to keep studying because you just know you'd get rewarded afterwards.
I beg you to reconsider having pride demons as study partners.
Mervin, for example, will not let you leave for an exam without knowing everything. If you fail, he also fails internally. He knows when you're distracted, because his very job is striking when people are distracted. Mervin will get frustrated and hound you into mental exhaustion if you space out often. After the study session comes the questionnaire he prepared to test you. It's not easy. It might be harder than your actual exam, which, in hindsight, is good.
Let's not even mention Cero, who simply sits in the corner of the room in an armchair and stares fixatedly. If the intimidation isn't enough to get you in line, he will simply catch you by the back of the shirt and throw you back into the room when you attempt to leave. He can tell you haven't learned enough. You WILL get the best grade. Or so help him...
In short, pride demons are effective but utterly torturous.
Patches is a great option. If you can keep up. Although decidedly intelligent, Patches doesn't have to work as much as the average person to digest information, meaning he's going to forget about his own gifted nature and assume you're following his train of thought, when you're really like three steps behind. This can confuse you. Divide information in sections, so as to avoid making the dullahan ramble in his explanations. Patches is not easily frustrated in this context, and will explain the same topics to you several times if necessary. He subtly seems to want to be praised when he clarifies some more complex ideas.
Santi... Well, he's more the emotional support kind of guy. Physical support? He is drooling over the sight of you so focused, and suggests you take a break every once in a while so he can "motivate you". It might work, an orgasm in exchange for dedicated studying can be a way to Pavlov yourself into more defined study routines. Be careful however, his unabashed staring and visible desire could become a consistent distraction.
Although Vesper is a complete hazard to study around, he knows his literature and can give you many sources for research purposes. That is the only benefit here. Once you have these resources, thank him, and proceed to run.
Vorago has a room that is perfect for long study sessions, the atmosphere and comfort contributing to complete focus. In fact, he would love to read beside you. The prince may occasionally be found admiring you in states of focus, or at least his top eye deviates towards you often. The only thing to worry about here are the snacks Vorago is constantly ordering, which you might end up eating absentmindedly and stuffing yourself sick in the process.
Any angel is generally good as a study partner, particularly Jonesy. They're duty driven, after all, so if they get it into their head that helping you study is now their task, then they'll do everything to succeed. Strict but rewarding in their tactics to get you to focus, you'll be more than prepared and well rested for whatever exam you have coming up. Sol is an outlier, mostly because he's truly suffering from boredom and would rather play with your hair while you study.
You may think a robot would be great help for this kind of thing, but unfortunately for you, Fank-e will die inside if he's forced to sit around and recite answers, and Xavier has trouble slowing down for you. Both of them think it would be more effective if they did the test in your place, even if that is morally inadequate and harmful to your development as a whole.
