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Liric and Quinn - Fairy Resus

Inspired by some wonderful art from my new friend @saphicresus, my first story. I may come back to this some day and re-write it to be a bit better, but I wanted to go ahead and get something published. I hope you like it!

Liric’s tail flicked in frustration as she paused- focusing her breath as she tried to stay quiet. To stay hidden. Her wings pulled in closer to her tiny frame, pointed ears able to pick up even the slightest of sounds but yet she didn’t hear a thing. She could feel her tiny heart racing in her chest, adrenaline rushing through, making every movement shaky and uncoordinated.

Quinn was after her. An enemy she had became under circumstances that weren't her own. She’d ventured into her families territory whenever her familiar, a large cane toad named Hieff, had went missing late in the night. The Brabblefern family was known to be skilled hunters, and vicious to their enemies. Where as Liric, the only daughter to the head of the Lotusfeet family, had a lot more peace and understanding to anybody who accidentally came around.

And now, she was in a situation she’d never been in. She was trapped in a Twoleg’s house. She hadn’t realized when she was flying- but had flown straight through an open window. They had both scrambled to hide whenever they heard the Twoleg enter, but now- she didn’t know where Quinn was, or the Twoleg that she couldn’t hear anymore. The tiny fairy moved some of her blonde strands from in front of her face before she heard shuffling- and her wings expanded, taking off quickly and darting out from the cupboard she was in.

“Get back here, you coward!” Quinn screamed angrily. Her features were much different then Lirics. She had the same body type, but her bare body was adorned with swirls of pigment that almost appeared as tattoos. It provided essential camouflage to her enemies. Her skin was much darker, and hair more coarse, currently in tight, firm dreads that had adorations of beads and small animal bones. They were successful, brutal, ruthless hunters. Deep scars showed just how brave she was- and she was quickly catching up to Liric.

“Please- just- leave me alone! Please!” Liric cried out, darting around a corner and ducking under a cabinet. Her eyes quickly scanned in any place that she could hide, she could see freshly cut vegetables on the counter, jars prepared with their lids off setting on the table. She was familiar with this kind of food preservation from her studies, but she didn’t know yet what to do- until she heard the sound of Quinn screaming in pain as she flew over a boiling pot of hot water, the steam having made her dip down into the floor. Liric looked behind her, her wings flapping quickly, still racing to find another open window- deep down, she was afraid that Quinn was hurt. ⁃ THUD! Liric slammed roughly into the wall, not having been watching where she was going. The small fairly fell down, falling into one of the open jars with a hazy thud, stars in her vision as she tried to regain her composure. She didn’t even realize she’d blacked out until she heard something rustling just above the jar, the sound of metal on glass.

Her dark eyes opend in time to see that Quinn had managed to pick up the lightweight lid to the old jar and began to screw it on the top. Liric flew up quickly, shoving her hands against the top- but she was no match. The lid was already screwed, she was just tightening it. She began to beat against the lid. “Quinn! Please- please! Let me out! Let me out!” She screamed frantically, trying to fly against the side of the jar to knock it over. But Quinn flew down, looking at the struggle as Liric began to tire out.

But Liric couldn’t understand why she was getting tired until it dawned on her… she was running out of oxygen, and fast. She slowed down even more, her body feeling heavier then it ever had as she crumbled down to the bottom of the jar, her tail swishing slowly as she looked at the way Quinn smirked at her. The fairy’s long nails slowly tapped against the jar teasingly, her own tail swishing with something that resembled delight as she watched Liric try to gasp. But every breath she took seemed to starve her body further of the oxygen it needed, her heart beating wildly in her ears as if it would jump out of her chest all together. Liric’s hands clawed against the glass, trying to find anything to hold onto- anything to try and convince Quinn that she’d stay away from her territory. She understood why the other fairy was so violent, with how scarse food was, with some other fairies stealing and killing- she wasn’t mad at her… but she knew she didn’t deserve to be killed for her simple mistake. Quinn was several moons older then she was, she had more expirence, more skill, a bigger clan.

Her head began to pound, a headache like she’d never felt before aching through her body. Her vision was blurring even more, and she was getting disoriented, unable to speak. She was suffocating, and her body was starting to go through cyanosis. Her pale skin was turning blue around her lips and her face, the red that had washed over her was fading as her heart stopped trying to uselessly pump blood. Her tiny frame jerked invoulntarily as she slid further, her back hitting the back of the glass as she began to feel more tired.

She couldn’t explain the sense of.. calmness that she felt. Her tired, tiny heart was slowing it’s beats down. The tips of her fingers, and her toes were slowly turning blue, a paleness that was racing to her limbs. Quinn laid her hands on her hips in a satisfied huff. “You’ll never steal from us again, will you Lotusfeet?” She cackled, before jumping up- her wings splaying out and starting to flutter as she took flight again. Liric’s hand reached weakly out twoards the figure as one last plea before everything darkend within her vision, and Quinn flew out the still-open window, just narrowly avoiding the Twoleg as she walked back inside. Liric’s body had gone limp at the bottom of the jar.

Briela looked curiously out her window, her long brown hair dusting over her shoulders, the smell of fresh dirt on her knees as she took off her gardening gloves, setting the basket of herbs down on the small table that she’d collected. “Oh, butterflies this time of year already? I really need to plant those flowers..” She murmured to herself as she looked for the ‘butterfly’ she’d seen fly out her window. She shrugged it off, and moved to kick off her dirty shoes before going over to the sink to start washing her hands. She did so, patting her hands dry on the small towel as blue eyes glanced over to the pot of boiling water.

“Oh! I forgot about canning!” She cried out in surprise at the boiling water, moving to turn down the water a bit before looking at her jars, noticing the metal lid on one. Her head tilted in surprise before she saw it- the tiny, blue fairy within the jar. “O-Oh my! Oh my! Shit, shit shit shit!” She yelped as she quickly lifted up the jar, unscrewing it with ease as she looked into it. “Oh! Hey, hey- holy shit! Are you okay!?” She cried out as she dumped the fairy hap-hazardly onto the tea towel she’d just used to dry her hands, setting the jar back down quickly as she hovered over the tiny frame. Then it dawned on her- this wasn’t her skin color.. whatever this little, magical being was- this was the appearance of suffocating.

“Oh SHIT!” She yelled once she realized, lifting the tiny frame into her palms carefully. Liric’s body shifted coldly in her palm, her wings limp and splayed out, her tail draping past her palm, arms outstretched and hair messily covering her face from being dropped onto the tea towel. Briela quickly moved to turn off the stove with her free hand before running to her kitchen table, taking a quick seat as her thumb rubbed over the tiny fairy’s chest. “Oh come on, breathe! Breathe! You’re out of the jar now you’re okay! You’re okay!” She pleaded quickly, her own hands starting to shake before she rested her thumb over the tiny fairy’s bare chest, inbetween her breasts. She paused, trying to feel for anything. She moved to lay the fairy’s back flat against her palm, moving her fingers against her chest- trying to feel again.

Nothing… Liric’s body had given up it’s fight. It had been too long, her heart had beat so fast and she’d panicked so badly she had only sped up her demise. But Briela wasn’t a stranger to an emergency… but on something this small? She had to think fast, or else the fairy wouldn’t have a chance at all.

Briela quickly brought the small frame up to her mouth, sealing her warm pink lips against the tiny fairy’s face, trying to puff a breath of air into her useless lungs. She pulled back, and didn’t see a downfall, or hear one. “Okay- just hold on honey- just hold on.” She begged, trying again as she repositioned the tiny frame, letting her head tilt back in-between her thumb and index finger, right in the soft crook, and sealed her lips again, giving a bit fuller of a breath- this time she kept her other hand on the tiny fairy’s chest.

A slow rise. Air was going in now. She pulled back, letting the fairy’s chest fall- before lowering again, delivering another breath. Rise… fall.

“Come on..” She whined, pulling back and moving her thumb into the center of the tiny fairy’s chest, pushing down awkwardly. The angle didn’t do her much of a favor, but she gained a small ‘huff’ from the fairy’s agape mouth. Briela moved to set her against the cold wooden kitchen table, her head lolling to the side, wings splayed under her and her tail in-between her legs as Briela tried another angle with her thumb- another useless huff. She was growing frustrated, but tried again. This time, she used two fingers, both on her sternum, before she pressed down.

Now that felt like a compression. Her body responded just as a human’s would, and she set her pace. “One… two… three… four!” She counted, Liric’s body shifting under each thrust into her still heart. Briela had calmed down- and now she had deep focus, her other hand carefully ready to scoop the tiny fairy up when she needed to give breaths again, resting against the kitchen table. Each thrust made her feel that more scared that maybe she was too late.

“hu-huh-huh-huh-huh” Liric’s body responded in small, quiet huffs with each compression, limbs failing slightly as she was picked back up off the table, Briela sealing her mouth against the fairies once more. She puffed out a small breath of air, causing Liric’s cheeks to expand fully, her lungs expanding quickly, huffing out air as the Twoleg pulled away. Another breath, rise, and fall- and then another.. just for good measure. She didn’t hesitate, carefully lowering Liric back down, her fingers finding their place again as she began to compress.

“huh! huh! huh!” her body responded more defiantly, as Briela didn’t worry as much about the depth- she worried that if she went too soft she wouldn’t be able to save the fairy. She counted softly under her breath, legs shaking with each thrust as her ribs flared out with each deep, methodical compression that was slammed into her unmoving muscle. Another round, and another set of breaths. She could see that some of the blueness had faded from the fairy’s body but she wasn’t yet responding to her- a quick feel against her chest gave her nothing in return, but Briela took the small frame from her table and back into her palm, her fingers moving to rub her sternum desperately.

“Come on, little one- please take in a breath!” She quietly whispered, deeply rubbing her sternum- trying to get any response, before using her thumb, cupping the tiny fairy in her hands as she began to deliver compressions again. These were harder, deeper into her chest- crushing her heart with each beat as she squeezed the tiny form. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, ribs flaring out- open mouth huffing out the air that kept seeping into her lungs. Her legs and arms shook with each beat, the warmness from Briela’s palms starting to take away the coldness that the kitchen table had only caused to get worse. She was desperate, her mouth sealing again over the tiny fairy’s face, forcing in air even as her thumb continued to press, feeling the way her chest rose up and huffed out quickly with the next beat. Her belly jiggled with each compression, expanding and shifting under the weight until- a tiny gasp echoed.

Briela paused for a moment, her thumb resting over Liric’s sternum. The marbling of bruises and redness made her feel horrible, but Liric tried to gasp again, but her eyes weren't opening. Each gasp was deep, struggled. Agonal. “Come on honey…” Briela pleaded as she rubbed against her sternum firmly, not getting any kind of a reaction before she began to compress again. She knew that this breathing wasn’t a real sign of life- and even though she wished she had a AED , she knew there was no such thing for something so small.

Each thump against the sloshing muscle further pushed blood throughout her system that was trying so hard to fight. Briela’s careful grip, and thumb centered square in her sternum- didn’t give her heart any choice. It would beat, and it would beat to the rhythm that it was set to. Briela moved back down after only fifteen, bringing the tiny fairy up to her mouth once more, sealing over her face and blowing quick breaths of air- over and over again, her tiny chest expanding quickly as her thumb rubbed against Liric’s chest, making her chest shift and bounce before her limbs came up suddenly, starting to move and gasp.

“Oh! Oh my goodness, you’re alive! Okay, it’s okay little one- breathe for me, just breathe!” She guided softly as she pulled back, feeling the quick thudding of Liric’s heart as she regained consciousness, the tiny fairy looking terrified as she realized what was going on. “I-It’s okay, it’s okay, I saw you got trapped in a jar- I saved you, you’re okay.” She pleaded, hoping that the fairy understood what she was saying. Liric didn’t have the energy to move, yet, but Briela was already standing, looking through a pile of sewing supplies on her kitchen table until she found a small square of soft fabric, wrapping the tiny frame in it, and laying her down carefully on a old plushie. The tiny fairy’s body rested against the softness and warmth, and Briela didn’t take her eyes off of her.

She’d done it. She’d saved the fairy!

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moody-alcoholic · 2 months ago

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Sub Ala Angeli

Part 8 - How To Kill A Demon

Summary: Ghoap x fallen angel!reader, mini fic. Sub ala angeli - Under the wing of an angel.

CW: Violence, assault, vomit, sex, PiV sex, fingering, size diffrence if you squint, reader is a virgin.

AN: I have not written smut in what feels like ages so I hope you enjoy whatever this is.. If there was a song to sum up this fic it has to be this: Gabrielle Aplin - The Power of Love

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“He’s here.” Johnny says suddenly getting up off the sofa. You look over as Johnny is already out the door, you can’t see anything but you think you can hear a car. Simon reaches over for your hand, you look up at him and smile, lacing your fingers with his.

“Don’t be nervous, John’s nice.” He says. You believe him but you’re still nervous. He could think you’re some kind of freak and refuse to help, although you don’t think Johnny or Simon would be friends with him, or trust him if that was the case.

Maybe you should hide your wing, ease him into it, let him meet you first before you shock him. You don’t get time to worry about it though, the door to the cabin opens. You both stand, Simon leaves you to walk over. You hear Johnny laughing then you see the second man - John - come through the door.

You slowly walk around the table keeping your wing tight against your back. He hugs Simon, patting him on the back before his eyes land on you. Johnny comes over to hold your hand and pulls you gently closer to them. John doesn’t take his eyes off you. He seems entranced, his eyes darting from your face to your wing. You feel embarrassed all of a sudden.

He takes a step towards you and holds out his hand. “John Price.” He says, you shake his hand but you’re not sure what to say. Now you’re just standing there with your mouth open.

“We call her Angel, for obvious reasons.” Johnny says as you let John's hand go. He does seem nice, he’s older than Johnny and Simon, or maybe it’s just the beard that makes him look old.

“Tea?” Simon asks, cutting through the silence in the room. “Then we’ll catch you up.” Everyone mumbles and nods as you all make it over to the table. Johnny sits next to you, his hand landing on your thigh. His touch is comforting and grounding, even though you’ve barely finished your first cup Simon still brings you a new one and you warm your hands on it.

Johnny and Simon get to explaining how they found you and what's been happening over the last few days, they leave out the part about Johnny’s fate talking about the things they’ve seen like you saving Mary and the glimpse into heaven.

You help them explain the questions about angels and heaven, angelic energy and some other things they clearly don’t quite understand. John listens eagerly, sipping his tea and nodding and asking questions, his eyes flick back to you every now and then almost like he’s checking to make sure you are real.

You smile at him and try to relax, he seems nice and with the way Johnny and Simon talk to him they’re definitely close. Suddenly your eyes are drawn to the muted TV still playing the news. A shiver runs up your body as you see a familiar scene to yesterday, a person with a microphone stood outside blue and white police tape.

You get up out of your chair causing the conversation to stop. You walk over to the TV to get a closer look at the headline. ‘Farmer 34, killed in freak accident.’ It makes something twist in your stomach, that's the second death in 2 days, not even 24 hours between them. Could it be a coincidence? Could be something a lot worse.

“Oof, 2 deaths in 2 days. That's a bout of bad luck if I've ever seen it.” Johnny says, you turn to look at him.

“Everything happens for a reason. There is no such thing as bad luck.” You say turning back to the TV, then you remember the dream. The car crash and the boy, the fight with the demon. You watch as the TV switches back to the newsroom.

“I need to go to the crash site.” You say turning again and looking at Simon who nods.

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It’s a short drive, shorter than you thought it would be. Which means it happened close, you’re not sure if that's good or bad. Something just feels wrong. Simon pulls the car up into a layby by where the crash happened. You can see there are still black tire marks and broken glass on the road. Police tape broken and still tied around the tree, and a post.

You get out of the car first, the road is silent, the whole area sounds silent. The only noise is the wind blowing through the trees. Johnny explained in the car that since the main road was built off the motorway these old back roads hardly get used outside of locales and tractors. You hear everyone walking behind you, sometimes talking but you drown them out focusing on what you’re doing.

Although you’re not quite sure what you’re looking for, you walk over to where the car crashed into the tree. You run your hands over the ruined bark. You feel a chill in the air, you look around. Something still feels wrong, you turn looking over the field, it’s just like your dream only the grass is shorter and the field looks smaller. You walk out into the long grass, you feel a breeze, it’s nice. You can just about touch the tips of the grass with your fingers and you run your hands over it stretching your wing out.

You let yourself relax. Maybe you’re just thinking too much. Maybe you’re just paranoid about Johnny getting hurt. You close your eyes and breathe in the cold air, suddenly something hits you hard in the back and you're thrown to the ground. You spin around using your wing to swing at whatever is behind you. It’s an angel, not any normal angel, a Seraphim.

You watch as they materialise a weapon in their hands. You see them cry out as they thrust it down. You roll away. You look over hearing Johnny and Simon shouting. You don’t have time to watch as they materialise another spear in their hands and throw it at you. You roll away again using your wing and arms to push you to your feet.

They’re attacking you but you can’t fight back. You look at them bringing your arms up to block whatever they’re about to throw at you next. You reach your hand out, you feel heat travel down your arm and watch as the golden glow of a knife materialises in your hand.

Before they can attack you again you hold it in front of you blocking their spear. They smile and glide down to the ground as the spear vanishes from their hand. You drop your hands but keep the knife, just in case. Your heart is pounding in your chest, there's a new feeling running through your body.

It’s like your whole body is tingling, you can hear better, see better. You hear a noise behind you and before you can think you swing, plunging the knife into whatever is behind you, it just so happens to be Johnny.

“Oh Johnny, I’m so sorry.” You let the knife go and it vanishes from your hand and Johnny’s stomach.

“I’m going to be sick.” He calls before turning and dubbing over vomiting on the ground.

“What the hell!?” Simon shouts, rubbing Johnny’s back.

“I’m sorry Johnny. It can’t hurt humans though.” You say trying to apologise. Even if you can’t hurt humans you still feel bad.

“What on Earth is going on? Who is she?” John asks, pointing at the Seraphim. So they can see her.

“They’re your guardian angel.” You say.

“Why did they attack you?”

“I was proving a point.” The angel says. You nod and hold your hand out, Johnny slowly stands back up and turns back towards you as a curved glowing knife materialises in your hand.

“Woah, how did you do that?” Johnny asks, coming over to run his fingers over the blade.

“I have more power here than I thought.” you say smiling. You flip the knife in your hand before dropping it and letting it fizzle out of existence.

“These are only useful against demons.” You say turning back to the angel.

“That's all you need.”

“Why are demons after Johnny?” You ask, they just smile. They don't know or if they do they can’t tell you. You’ve never fought demons before, you’re trained for it. You learn about it but in reality they’re not really a threat, they rarely ever interfere with humans. They definitely never bother angels, all you know about are stories.

“Have you ever fought a demon?” You ask the Seraphim. Their smile fades and they turn away, they probably have it’s their job to protect the other angels. You look over at Johnny who’s smiling but has an eyebrow raised. Simon looks more confused, his arms crossed like John.

“Why me?” You ask, this time you’re going to push for an answer but you feel like you’re not going to get it. They bend over and their hand comes over to cup your face, it's warm and you feel the energy you used to fight her becoming restored.

“For He will command his angels concerning you, to guard you in all your ways.” They say, you hang your head feeling guilty. It’s not your job to question why, just to protect them. You nod as they float back.

“Why can't his angel protect him?” You ask, looking around. You haven’t seen their angels in what feels like a while. And how come John has a Seraphim for a guardian angel. They’re not guardian angels, they are the guardian’s of heaven, of other angels. They’re too important to be worrying about humans.

“They don’t have the power you do.”

“What does that mean?” You ask. If anything they have more power then you, you have one wing and what feels like barely any angelic energy. They have unlimited power and both wings. They smile, coming down to rest their hand on your shoulder again.

“You have a power no angel ever has. You know what it feels like to love purely.” They say, you frown, you're still not quite getting it then it clicks. You turn to look at Johnny and Simon. Angels don’t know how to love, sure in heaven everyone is overcome with joy but it’s not the same.

You love them, you want to save them because you love them. Their angels don’t, if it’s their time then if anything their angels will just step back and watch it happen. You won’t though because you can feel what they feel. You feel what it’s like to love someone and not want to see them hurt.

“I-” When you turn back to the angel she’s gone. Typical, leaving you with half the clue and still no idea what you’re supposed to be doing.

“What did she mean?” Simon asks, his hand landing on your shoulder. You turn to look up at him.

“Angels can’t love the way humans love. But I feel human emotions, I will fight to make sure Johnny lives, your angels can’t.” You explain, his hand runs down your arm.

“But if everything is written and John’s death is being foretold doesn’t that mean it’s going to happen.” John asks. You shake your head looking past Simon over at Johnny.

“When demons are involved nothing is set in stone.” You say.

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When you get back to the house the mood feels different. Johnny takes John into town to get him booked into a BnB before going to the store. You weren't happy with him going alone but Simon said he would be okay so you distract yourself with helping Simon cook again.

When Johnny gets back you help him put the shopping away, you’re just happy he’s back and safe. You cuddle with him on the sofa as Simon finishes up in the kitchen. It feels nice, spending time with them. You learn more about John and some of the things they do for work. They keep the conversation light, staying away from anything negative and Johnny won’t let you watch the news.

When you’re done eating Johnny leads you to the bedroom while Simon takes a shower. You end up in eachothers arms as you wait for Simon to come back.

“Johnny. You might die tomorrow.” You say, his hand comes to your face, his thumb brushes your cheek.

“It’s going to be okay.” He says. You don’t believe him, how can he know that? You sigh, looking up at his shining blue eyes. He leans in and kisses you. It shocks you a little, his lips are soft though and you close your eyes sinking into the kiss. His hand runs over you, goosebumps rise on your skin following his soft touches. He lingers on the soft spots on your belly, your arms, your hips.

As he presses his tongue in your mouth your wing wraps around him pulling you into a warm cocoon. You hear the door open as Simon comes into the room without turning the lights on. You break from the kiss but Johnny doesn’t let you squirm from his grip. His hand travels down your body stopping at your waist. You feel Simon pulling the duvet back and scooting into the bed behind you.

He’s shirtless and warm as he presses up against your back. You move your wing so he can reach over to feel Johnny whose fingers are pressing into the soft skin on your waist. Your heartbeat starts to pick up, you feel your body getting warm. There’s a pulse running through you, the kiss, their arms wrapping around you have you all hot and bothered.

Johnny hums, his hand running down your thigh. It makes your breath hitch in your throat. It’s almost like he can feel the changes in your body, your breath picks up, your hands run up his chest. Simon presses his back against you, his hand runs down your body.

“Wanna try something?” Johnny asks, you look up at him, he’s smiling. You nod and he leans in to kiss you again. This time it’s more needy, his tongue moves faster, saliva builds in your mouth as Johnny’s hands run up to gently press on your shoulder. As he breaks from the kiss Simon moves, giving you room to lay on your back.

Now you wish you didn’t have your wing in the way. You pull it up and Simon sits up in the bed so you can tuck it behind him. They both prop themselves up on their arms beside you. You look between them not sure what's going to happen next but before you can ask Simon’s free hand comes to pull your face towards him so he can kiss you.

His kiss starts slower, almost like he’s trying to test how fast he can go, how deep he can press into your mouth. Johnny’s hand is already up your top, as soon as his fingers brush your nipples you moan breaking from the kiss. You see the wet shine of Simon’s lips, his brown eyes look almost golden in the low evening sun.

Simon smiles, still leaning over your face, his free hand travels slowly down your stomach into the waistband of your underwear. You spread your legs, Johnny shuffles closer to you pressing kisses on your face and into your neck. Simon’s hand makes it to your clit, the brief contact makes you shiver and you spread your legs further.

“Relax, love.” Johnny says in your ear, his voice is low, his breath is hot. “Let us make you feel good.” You look up at Simon who smiles pressing a quick kiss on your lips as the tips of his fingers tease your entrance. Simon presses them into you, and you grip the bedding letting out a moan. You forgot how thick his fingers are, you can hear the wet sound of him pulling his fingers in and out.

“You make such pretty little noises.” Johnny says pulling your shirt up to expose your breasts. You don’t know how to respond but you watch his eyes widen before his mouth locks round one of your nipples. One of your hands comes up to run your fingers through his hair, you’re almost pressing him down harder onto your nipple.

“Si-” His name catches in your throat as his fingers curl up inside you. He’s hitting that spot again, the one that makes your breathing turn into pants and you sink further back into the bedding. “Simon.”

“Yeah? Feel good?” He asks, you look up at him and nod. He smiles reaching down to press another kiss on your lips. This time he lingers for a few seconds, when his lips leave you feel them tingle. Johnny’s moans on your breast and it sends vibrations through your chest.

You can feel yourself getting closer to that peak, you start to squirm, your fingers grip Johnny’s hair.

“Gonna cum love?” Simon asks, his fingers speeding up. You can’t speak but you nod, tipping your head back into the pillows and arching your back as you cum. You moan pulling on Johnny's hair he sucks hard on your nipple teasing it with his teeth, Simon slows his thrusts working you through the orgasm.

You’re panting as Simon pulls his fingers out of you. Your whole body is throbbing. You whimper as Johnny pulls off your nipple and you let go of his hair.

“Eager little one aren't you?” Johnny says his fingers coming round to brush your face. Your whole body feels warm, especially your face. “You’re glowing again.” You look down at your body, you are glowing, maybe that's why you feel so warm.

Simon leans over you pressing his lips to yours, you close your eyes kissing him back as Johnny moves off the bed. You break from the kiss to look over at him once you hear the sound of a floorboard creaking. You sit up watching him pull his clothes off.

Simon helps you take your clothes off then you move to the end of the bed. He kneels behind you, his hands land on your shoulders and he pulls you up against his back. You lean back getting comfortable, his arms wrap around you holding you tight against him. You relax your wing letting it flop off the bed, giving Simon room to press close to you.

You look up at Johnny who’s naked now, it’s the first time you’ve seen him naked. You’re not sure what you were expecting, he’s fit, well built and you can see the defined muscles and scars. He’s hairy too, all over, you swallow the lump in your throat as your eyes wander down to his hands.

He smiles at you taking another step forward, you feel embarrassed all of a sudden, you’re not sure what you’re supposed to do. You watch as he runs his hand up and down his cock, he looks big, or maybe it’s not, you don’t exactly have anything to compare it to. It’s not like there’s sex education in heaven.

“Is it going to hurt?” You ask Johnny, looking up at his face.

“No. Not at all, it might feel strange at first but we’ll go nice and slow.” He says smiling.

“If you need to stop at any point, you just have to say.” Simon says, you can’t turn to look at him but he sounds relaxed, his arms are keeping you stable against his body. You nod looking back over at Johnny as his fingers run between your thighs and up to your pussy. He presses his fingers against your entrance before gently pressing them in. You let out a moan and arch your back.

Simon’s hand comes down to your stomach lightly pressing it down. You let out a long shaky breath looking down at Johnny who's smiling. You feel his resting cock twitch on your stomach, Simon’s hand reaches down rubbing his palm over he head of Johnny’s cock making him twitch again.

You sit as still as you can while Johnny’s fingers curl up inside you it makes your whole body throb. You rock your hips, you almost want to beg him to put his cock in you, you want to feel what it’s like, you just don’t want to be too eager.

“C’mon, Johnny. Don’t keep her waiting.” Simon says moving his hand off Johnny and up your chest. His hand comes up to gently cup one of your breasts, his thumb brushes over your nipple and it makes your breath hitch in your throat.

Johnny doesn’t wait though, reaching down to grip his cock and pressing the tip against your entrance. You’re keeping as still as possible which is getting slightly harder with Simon’s fingers pinching and squeezing your nipples. It’s sending vibrations all the way down your body. Johnny looks up at you one more time before easing in.

It's like instant fireworks, it burns but in a good way. He stops for a second panting and looks up at you, like he needs permission to continue. You nod and he presses in some more, this time it feels like you’re being stretched to your limit. You let out a groan and he rests there for a few seconds letting you get used to the feeling.

“Bloody-” Johnny pants his hands squeezing your hips. “You feel amazing love.” You instantly blush and clench around him which makes more moans come out his mouth as he slowly starts to rock his hips. Each drag of his cock feels good and when he presses all the way inside of you, you feel so… full.

It feels good, and with Simon playing with your nipples and pressing kisses into your neck it’s not long before you’re moaning along with them.

“Relax.” Simon breaths in your ear. His hands leave your breasts to squeeze the tension out your shoulders. You look up at Johnny who smiles at you, slowing his thrusts. You want to tell him to speed up again instead you try to listen to Simon and relax.

“Let me help.” Simon says, his voice is low in your ear it sends shivers down your body as one of his hands trails down your stomach and lands on your clit. The instant his fingers press onto it you moan out tipping your head back.

You feel Johnny slow so he can match Simon's fingers circling your clit. It feels like there’s energy pulsing through your whole body, Johnny is gentle, moving your legs when he needs to. He angles your hips slightly as and it feels like he's driving into you even harder.

Your hands reach down and you press on Simon's hand. He hums in your neck speeding up his fingers. You tip your head back and your body goes limp against him.

“Chri- love. You’re so perfect.” Johnny says leaning over you, his hand reaching over you landing on Simon’s shoulder. He’s pounding into you harder, before you can stop yourself you’re cuming, your wing shoots up as your body tenses.

“That’s it, love makes him feel good.” You hear Simon say as his fingers don’t stop, Johnny speeds up too.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Johnny pants, his face is close to yours, his other hand is on your waist, his fingers digging into your skin. Simon doesn’t stop, his fingers are relentless. You didn’t think you would be able to cum again so quickly but you can feel it rising in you and before you know it your body throbs.

“Holy-” Johnny cums too, you feel each pulse of his cock as he spills inside of you.

You let your body relax as Simon’s hand leaves your clit. Your heart is hammering in your chest as Johnny slows down his thrusts working himself though the orgasm. Your body tingles as Simon presses kisses into your telling you how good you’ve been. You smile at the praise letting it make you feel all warm inside.

As Johnny pulls out he leans over to kiss you, his hands cupping your face. “So, perfect.” He says between kisses.

“What about Simon?” You ask suddenly, feeling strangely guilty.

“What about Simon?” Johnny asks, standing up. You’re not sure what to say.

“I’m okay, love. We’ll have plenty more opportunities.” He breathes into your neck. Johnny smiles, running his hands down your legs.

“Bath?” He asks you, you nod a little too eagerly. He holds his hand out and you take it standing up with Simon’s help. Your legs feel like jelly and the first few steps you take are wobbly. Johnny chuckles, wrapping his arm around your waist to steady you.

To your surprise the bath is already almost full. Johnny sticks his hand in and feels the water before running the hot tap. The water looks clean and you could hear Simon having a shower, did he plan this? Did he know you would need a bath?

You smile as Johnny climbs in, sitting back then gesturing for you to join him. It’s a little awkward at first, arranging your bodies so your wing is not in the way. Eventually you settle down against him letting the warm water relax your muscles.

“Whatever happens tomorrow we’ll get through it okay?” He says, you look up at him. You trust him but it’s not his job to fix this, it’s yours.

“I know. It’s going to be okay Johnny. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” You smile. He smiles back and you reach up to kiss him. You’re not going to let anything happen to him or Simon, even if it costs you your life.

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