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Her life was awfully boring these days.
The angels and the mortals didn't want to let her out of their sight (rather understandably, although that didn't mean she was happy about it). They had brought her to one of the more quaint little towns, one that the Angel's minions operated out of. She'd been given a small cabin-like home, and an ever-rotating host of guards-slash-nannies.
Being mortal was far more complicated than she imagined, and these people had anticipated this.
That didn't mean she was happy about any of it. Lilith had no business in a peppy little mud-hole like Marsham. She was a conqueror and a queen. By right, she should be ruling over all of Sanctuary, and Heaven and Hell besides.
That had been the plan. The goal. The only goal that mattered.
Now she was here.
The people of Marsham were not unkind with her, but they were also unfortunately wily to her ways, and proved very difficult to manipulate. Even Inarius, on the rare times he came skulking out, would not indulge her. It seemed he'd grown a spine between the last time they'd clashed and now.
Ironically, the only person she could reliably get a reaction out of was her son; the one who had put her here in the first place. Turned out he still harbored some mommy-issues. Unfortunately, this just made him a danger to her (the biggest, in fact, for he came around often), but it did mean he was manipulatable.
Lilith had tried provoking him into bloodlust once before, in the hopes that he'd turn his newfound 'friends' and 'allies' against him. But they had only rallied behind him, kept him in check, and the nephalem had stopped coming around as much after that. Instead, his hard-ass uncle had started hanging around more. Lilith was not fond of Tyrael, and thought she was starting to understand why Inarius had gotten into such a tizz whenever he came up.
Tyrael was perhaps the strictest of her captores. He was no-nonsense, by-the-books, to-the-letter. He did not tolerate her attempts at subtle scheming, and he did not respond to her flirting either.
At first, Lilith had thought she could seduce the angel, since he was clearly bothered by the idea of flirting back. Forbidden love could be useful that way. But he must've been talking to his brother, or perhaps her son, for Tyrael seemed to wisen up to her ways.
Since he was a bust, she'd tried with another angel; Malthael.
That one was odd, and she hadn't been entirely sure what to make of him at first. He would show up, sit himself down at her table with a half-dozen note-books, and ask her probing questions about what it was like to be mortal, what the worst part of the day was, what the best was. At first, Lilith had mistaken it for a very odd sort of therapy, or an attempt to get into her mind. Then she'd wondered if he was interested in her, and attempted to make a pass at him. That went nowhere, although she did discover that he seemed to be in some kind of relationship with her son. It almost made her proud; Malthael was quite the catch after all.
Eventually, she'd come to realize that Malthael was a mere boring scholar, and was only here due to curiosity. Determined not to give him any satisfaction, she'd met him with stubborn silence or lies.
For now, it seemed her scheming would get her nowhere. That was okay. Lilith was a patient demoness.
~~~~~
Years into her sentence, Lilith had finally started to settle in. She wasn't thrilled about it, but it was rather nice to just relax some days.
Of course this was when something interesting finally happened.
Of all creatures, of all angels in creation, Inarius appeared in the middle of the night.
Looking like he'd had the snot beat out of him, he'd taken one look at her, and promptly collapsed on her living room floor. His armor was dented and dirtier than she remembered it. Immediately there was blood everywhere.
Lilith, who had been making a mug of tea, could only stare for a long moment. She wondered if she was dreaming. Rubbed her cheek. But the kettle started whistling, assuring her that no, this was real. Somehow.
Now, Lilith was a battle-hardened, worldly demoness. (Had been anyway). Not much fazed her. An angel [Inarius] showing up uninvited and unannounced in her living room, and making a giant mess to boot, did not come close to cracking her composure.
The kettle shrieked.
Pulling said kettle off, Lilith poured her water, dunked her tea-bag a few times, and went to find sturdier clothes to deal with…this. Whatever this was.
"This is just like him." She muttered to herself as she pulled on her good trousers. "He never did get the hint that nights are for sleeping. Silly bastard."
Drawing herself up, the former succubus put her hair into a messy bun, and stalked back into her living room as though going into a warzone. She'd had her fair share of jumpy spellcasters. Getting incinerated by a half-witted angel was not on her to-do list.
Given that she'd only gotten up to make tea, Lilith hadn't bothered putting on any lights. Now that she was apparently doing a field dressing (or something), she hunted for the matches, and lit the lamps. That done, she rolled a few logs into her fireplace, and lit some kindling there too.
Inarius continued to be a nuisance on the floor.
"An unhelpful nuisance." Lilith sneered to herself. "Not to mention a tripping hazard." She prodded one armored hand with her foot. No response.
She sighed, shook herself, and determinedly stopped stalling. She detoured into her washroom to find a few towels - ragged ones that needed replacing anyway.
Carefully, she circled around her visitor. Whatever he'd been fighting had definitely won. Irrational jealousy welled up - she hadn't seen Inarius so disheveled since she herself had put a pike through his guts all those moons ago.
It was a good thing he was sturdy, she supposed.
Coming to a halt, Lilith crossed her arms and debated just what to do next.
It wasn't like she could physically move him, and he was making a mess of the rug. Telling herself firmly that it was only due to the mess, Lilith started cleaning him up. Whatever he'd been up to had landed blood all over the place. At first she was simply mopping up the blood (and wondering how she'd explain blood-stained towels to her captors), but then she'd realized some of the blood was his own.
Not only was Inarius passed the fuck out, he was still bleeding profusely.
"Dirty bastard." Lilith grumbled as she hunted for wherever was bleeding. "You're making a big mess, you know that? Big mess, all over my floor."
She found it, a deep gash up under the breastplate somehow.
"How'd they even get you here?" She rapped the heavy breastplate with her knuckles. "I know how thick this armor is, you shouldn't have let them get close enough to get under it." Whoever them was.
Lilith wasn't sure she cared. She didn't want him bleeding anymore of his glowing light-blood onto her rugs though (it stained like a bitch), and so she stuffed a towel against the injury, and went to hunt around for the first-aid kit. Once she'd found it, Lilith puzzled over how exactly to do this. Well, it wasn't like she didn't know how to take the breastplate off. Hopefully if Inarius woke up, he wouldn't panic and strangle her when he found her stripping him in his…sleep? Passed-outness?
Whatever.
Clicking her tongue, Lilith set to work.
"You know, you're going to have to do something for me, for all of this." She muttered as she unbuckled the shoulder straps. Damn things were tight. "This is a lot more work than I want to do right now. Not to mention it's one in the morning. You know humans are usually asleep right now? You're lucky I was even awake."
Of course, the abrupt entrance of an angel into her cabin would've woken her up, but Lilith wasn't about to tell him that. He couldn't hear her anyway.
Finally, she got both shoulder straps undone. Now she just had to get the buckles that connected the breastplate together…which were on his back. Great.
Lilith stood up and blew out an aggravated sigh. "Why did you come here anyway? I can barely help you, and I could've just slit your throat instead."
And suddenly, she realized she still could slit his throat. Or just let him bleed out. Or any other number of things. Angelic corpses were usually so good about cleaning themselves up, she knew from experience. Tired and startled, she'd instinctually started helping him, still so used to thinking of him as mate that her human body had taken over. Now that she was thinking it through though…
Inarius could die here, and no one would ever know. She could make up a story about the towels, or just burn them. There was a bit of staining on the floor and rug, but that could be accounted for too.
Lilith could kill him. She could kill Inarius.
She had no idea where he'd been, but it stood to reason that no one would expect him to have come to her.
Lilith stood, poised over the angel, indecision in her hands. He continued to bleed, heedless of the danger. Inarius had always been…so trusting of her. So naive to her true nature.
Back then…she had relished it, for this gave her so much power over him. But she'd also genuinely appreciated it at one point. It had been nice. Not having to constantly deal with the suspicion of others, having someone believe her, believe in her, never question her ideas but champion them out of genuine desire to see her succeed.
With a sigh, Lilith sank back down beside the angel.
Neither angel nor demon possessed the ability to love. It was simply not an emotion they could experience. Wants, needs, desires, these were all things they had in spades. True, selfless love was something no one in the eternal conflict could experience.
Yet, here and now, looking down at the battered form of the angel who had at least tried (and failed) to love her. Here and now, in her human skin, Lilith was feeling at the very least fond of what Inarius had tried to be.
Fond of him.
She'd never stopped wanting him, even when he'd damned her to a fate worse than death. Lilith curled her lip at the memory. Twice he'd done it no less.
Almost of their own volition, Lilith's hands began digging under the angel, trying to find the clasps that would release the breastplate. They wrapped around his wings (or where wings should've been). Tricky to reach, even trickier to undue.
That was fine. Lilith was very determined when she wanted to be.
Thinking about it, it was very likely that her captors would figure out what she'd done, if she killed the angel. Eventually, they'd notice he was missing. Eventually, her son would come to her home, and smell his father's blood. Rugs and floors could be cleaned, sure, but there would definitely be stains in the wooden boards, and the scent would linger. Rathma would know. And then he'd have his own pet angel end her.
Killing Inarius would not be worth it. Lilith kept telling herself this as she finally got the first back-strap free.
"Scrap and sewage Inarius." She grumbled as she started working the last strap. "By the time I get this off, you'll have bled out."
It wasn't an idle complaint. The angel was still losing light-blood at a disconcerting rate, despite her earlier attempts at stemming the flow. It didn't help that he was still too heavy for her to lift, even in this reduced state.
Belatedly, Lilith noticed just how much armor he had lost. His entire midsection was wide open, his upper arms and shoulders bare. Both were littered with cuts and scars. Even parts of his legs were unclad. For a moment, Lilith simply stared at the skin of the angel's upper thighs. Trust Inarius to wear the most ridiculous outfit into battle. He was practically dressed like a succubus.
Maybe that was the point.
"All you need is some stripper-heels and you're golden." Lilith told the angel. No response of course. Her fingers slipped on the strap again, and she let out an aggravated noise.
"If I break a nail, I'm kicking your ass." Lilith said conversationally. "Seriously, you think busting your armor hurts? This squishy little body is so easily damaged." She was making good progress now, she'd gotten a finger under the buckle. "I was bruised by the table yesterday. Can you believe that Inarius? The table. Of all things."
Talking helped calm her rattling nerves. If Inarius died here, it wouldn't matter that she wasn't responsible for his death. She would be deemed guilty by association, she was sure.
Finally, and with a triumphant yell, Lilith undid the last strap, and peeled the front of the breastplate away. Intricate thing that it was, he was lucky she knew intimately well how to undress this particular angel. Any other seraph would've been shit out of luck.
Blood splattered everywhere, pouring out from where it'd been collecting in the angel's armor. It practically flooded the livingroom, and Lilith stood abruptly to avoid it soaking her her dismay, Lilith realized that the cut was bigger than she'd initially realized.
"Son of a-" Lilith hissed, and dropped the slippery metal plate on the floor.
Scurrying away, she immediately seized some more towels, and looked around for anything else that might help. Would it be best to cauterize the wound? Stitch it? There was such a mess, she wasn't sure she could stitch it shut even if that was the best option. She wasn't that good at sewing to begin with.
The best thing would be healing magic. She didn't have healing magic. Cursing, the demoness hurried back to her angel, and immediately pressed a cloth hard against the gash. Inarius jerked, whimpering and startling her.
"Actually if you could wake up, that would be swell." Lilith told him.
Nothing. A little bit of trembling, but no indication of consciousness. Sneering, the former demoness added another towel, and continued trying to put pressure. Vaguely, she was impressed that Inarius had lost this much already, and not kicked the bucket. She'd known he was durable, but not that durable.
He'd need to bask in the sun for days to recover from this one. But first, she needed to get him past this crisis point.
All she could really think of was cauterization. But she didn't have a way of making something hot enough to work on him. The fire she'd started was several hundred degrees too cool to be of help. Ironically, Inarius himself would be the perfect person for that. His skill with fire magic had always been great.
Blinking, Lilith considered him.
Well…path of least resistance?
Lilith reached over and smacked him across the cheek. No reaction. Gingerly she shook her hand, and resolved not to try punching him any time soon. Bastard was tougher than her, she knew that. Lilith eyed the rags on his chest - quickly becoming soaked - and considered the angel again.
The scent of peppermint hit her nose. Lilith turned, and eyed her steeping tea…and the kettle of hot water beside it.
Ah. Well, it was worth a shot, and she was out of ideas.
Pushing herself up, the former demoness deftly scooped up the kettle, and turned back to the angel. This was probably a bad idea. Oh well. At least she was positive that the water wouldn't actually scald him - he was almost as fireproof as she had been. That didn't mean he'd enjoy this.
Without another thought, she tipped the kettle forward, and near-boiling water splashed the angel's face.
The reaction was instantaneous.
Inarius jerked up with a clatter of metal, tried to flail a hand at her. Bloody rags fell into his lap, the rest of his breastplate fell off as he moved.
"Morning sunshine." Lilith deadpanned. "Well, actually it's still the middle of the night. I hope you're happy with yourself."
He only stared at her, dazed and in pain. Shuddering, he curled a hand around himself, but winced when that aggravated his chest.
"Listen up angel," Lilith growled; having him awake had sent a chill through her. "I can't do anything about this." She gestured at his chest. "Not by myself. I need you to make a tool so I can cauterize them."
He'd been drifting, head bobbing tiredly, but jerked to stare at her again. She frowned down at him, and set her tea kettle down.
"I'm not sure what you expected. But that's the best I've got." Lilith crossed her arms. "Or you can fuck off to someone else to try and fix this."
He continued to stare up at her. Weighing his options she supposed. Slowly, sluggishly, he turned to look around her house. Then, he pointed towards the fireplace. fire poker sitting next to it. Wrought iron, totally solid.
With a click of her tongue, Lilith marched over and scooped it up. Inarius busied himself removing the rags from his lap, and trying to clean himself one more time. The water had sort of helped, except for the fact that he still bled. It was a tad more sluggish though…
When she stalked back over to him, he looked up at her, and shuddered. Lilith felt a pang of mortal sympathy go through her. This would not be pleasant.
Reaching up, he grabbed the end of the poker - but tilted his head. Pointed at her hands.
"Oh." Lilith blinked at him. "Yes, I'm not fireproof anymore. Thanks to some people." She looked around, spied her oven mitts. They barely protected her from the hot oven as was. Not terribly efficient.
Inarius tapped the pole to get her attention. He pointed at the mitts, then tapped his own gauntlets. Started trying to undo the clasps there. His fingers kept slipping clumsily.
"Here, give it." Lilith crouched, set the poker down, and reached for his hands. He had the right idea at least.
The angel shuddered when she touched him, but then went completely still. Weirdo.
Lilith deftly unclasped first one gauntlet, then the other. She pulled them off, and set them down with a huff. Started pulling them on, redoing the clasps as she went. Then she grabbed the poker, and stood back up again. The gauntlets were heavier than she'd thought, and a bit too big as well. It was only for a moment though.
"Alright, you'd know better than I how hot this needs to be." She held the poker away from herself. Inarius reached for the metal, but swayed awkwardly.
"If you die now it's your own damn fault." Lilith grumpily told him. "I've gotten you this far, now do me a solid and meet me half way."
It made no sense, but Lilith was tired and getting more nervous by the moment. For her sake, Inarius needed to live. For his sake, she needed to poke him in the chest with white-hot metal.
Inarius grabbed the poker. Instantly it heated, first turning orange, then hellish red, and finally approaching an odd, bluish white color.
Lilith felt the heat on her arms, and prayed she didn't set the house on fire.
"Alright angel." Lilith whispered when he let go of the metal poker. Somehow it hadn't melted. "This is probably going to hurt."
Inarius shrugged. Flopped back onto the ground.
Lilith thrust the poker forward.
~~~~~
Her entire house smelled like burnt metal, and charred peaches. It made Lilith gag as she awoke, and she stared around in confusion. Why was she on the couch…?
Something scraped against the floor nearby.
Instantly Lilith jerked to her feet, and seized a vase full of half-dead flowers off the coffee table to throw. Inarius peered up at her from where he'd propped his back against the counter, politely confused. Petals drifted to the ground.
"Oh." Lilith muttered. "I forgot you were here."
Inarius shrugged at her, as if to say 'clearly'.
"Don't use that tone with me." She sneered at him, setting her vase down. "You're a lucky angel mister. Who else would've taken care of you like that, hm?"
Inarius tilted his head, then shook it.
"That's right, no one." Lilith stalked into her kitchenette with a huff. Internally she winced. It made sense, in hindsight, why he'd come to her then. Anyone else probably would have let him bleed out, either wilfully or through incompetence.
Another scrape of metal. Inarius had shifted as though to stand up.
"Ah ah!" Lilith turned, and pointed a spatula at him. "You stay still. I don't want that thing opening back up, and I don't want to listen to you clanging about either."
The angel settled back down against the counter.
Lilith went back to fixing herself breakfast.
Around the time that she'd cracked an egg into a pan, she wondered if Inarius wanted any. Should…should she ask? She knew he could eat, but would he want to? Did she even want to make something for him.
Another scrape of metal.
"What did I just say?" Lilith turned to squint at him. To her dismay, he stood up anyway, and scratched at his bandages. He eyed her for a moment…and then wandered towards the spare bedroom.
The door clicked shut behind him.
Well. Okay then. Make yourself right at home then.
"Don't break the bed!" Lilith hollered. Then she cursed as she quickly scooped up her egg to flip.
Around midday, Lilith had finally finished scrubbing the blood out of the floor. She huffed at the stain that still remained, and ended up throwing a rug over it. Good enough.
She supposed she should check on her 'guest'. She hadn't heard anything from the guestroom, so she assumed he was sleeping. Or whatever the angelic equivalent was. Or maybe he'd escaped out the window? It wasn't something she'd put past him.
Straightening her clothes (the same ones from last night…ew. She'd change later) Lilith grabbed another roll of bandages, marched up to the door and threw it open without knocking.
Part of her expected to find him dead somehow, the other expected him to have fucked off. Inarius looked up at her from where he'd laid down by the window. He'd mooched a pillow off the bed, and shoved the furniture out of alignment.
Lilith clicked her tongue. "You'd better put it all back the way it was before you leave." She told him. "I've already done enough for you, I'm not cleaning up any more messes."
Inarius shrugged a shoulder, noncommittal. It made Lilith sigh.
"Come on, sit up." She padded over to him. "I need to check those bandages. Make sure you haven't torn anything."
With a weary huff, Inarius carefully pushed himself to his knees, and sat up straight for her. Stars, even kneeling he was a head taller than her like this. She understood that mortals were small, but did her mortal body have to be this tiny? It was probably Linarian's fault, the little bastard. She wouldn't put it past her son to mess with her like this.
Carefully, Lilith peeled the bandages back. Once she'd gotten them off, she looked his injury over with pursed lips - sure, she knew the basics, but Lilith would happily admit she had no idea what to look for.
"Well, I guess it's okay…it isn't hurting you?" She looked up at the angel's not-face. He tilted his head at her. Waggled a hand.
"It's hurting a little?"
Nod nod.
"Well, it was cauterized only hours ago. Probably needs to heal more." Lilith took a step back, and crossed her arms. "You need to go bask somewhere." She'd seen him heal wounds through the sun's light before. Nothing so major as this, but when she'd asked, Inarius had told her that angels could sustain themselves on a star's radiance. It made her wonder why more of them didn't do that.
Inarius looked out the window, and shook his head.
"No, you can't do that here." She sighed, and plucked up a roll of fresh bandages. "Hell, its a bad idea even having the curtains open with you in here. Maybe another day of rest? And then you can find somewhere quiet…" Carefully, Lilith began re-wrapping the injury.
Her hands were quick and professional on the angel's chest. They deftly wrapped, and ignored the myriad of scars marring his heated skin.
Lilith was almost done, when she glanced up into Inarius's shadowy not-face. It startled her - she hadn't really realized how close they were. If she squinted, she thought maybe she could make out his mouth and nose.
Lilith hadn't been so close to Inarius since…
One of the angel's hands rose to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear. His fingers were warm.
Abruptly Lilith jerked away from the angel.
"You can tie the knot yourself, yes?" She muttered quickly, beating a hasty retreat.
Lilith stormed out of the room, Inarius staring after her, baffled. She shut the door, and leaned back against it. Her heart was thudding in her chest, and heat was curling in her belly.
Shaking her head, Lilith pushed herself off the door. "Steady girl." She muttered to herself, stalking into her kitchenette. It was just Inarius. There was nothing he could do to hurt her. It's just…it was Inarius. Perhaps that was the issue.
Her mate.
Her angel.
…Fuck.
~~~~~
Lilith busied herself tidying the kitchen/living room combo.
Three times. Okay four. She liked to have her hands occupied while she thought alright? Sue her.
Around the fifth time she was wiping down her oven, the door to the guest room opened. Lilith sighed. Started wiping the counter.
"You tied it right? Cause if not I-"
There was heat on the back of her neck. She hadn't heard footsteps, and let down her guard. Lilith mentally cursed as she remembered that Inarius could float, and wouldn't have footsteps.
Glancing up, Lilith found his shadow against the wall, completely enveloping her own.
He was right behind her, boxing her against the counter. Lilith hardly breathed. Would he kill her now? After all this?
Seven Hells she'd be pissed at him if that were the case.
His chin fell to her shoulder, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
A featherlight touch on the front of her tunic.
Looking down quickly, Lilith gasped and dropped her cloth when Inarius gently cupped one of her breasts. He squished it, and toyed with the nipple through the fabric, fingers gentle but confident. A shiver of pleasure ran up her body.
Was…was he serious?
Lilith's mind blanked. Oh, sure, she'd fantasized about having the angel back, about taking him as hers once more. Never had she imagined he might also want her as well.
After everything…
Taking her silence as encouragement, Inarius slid his other hand around to toy with her other tit. He squished them both together, kneading them in his hands, and Lilith hardly dared to breathe. Surely she was dreaming? The whole of the last twenty-four hours had to be a massive fever-dream, surely.
It had been so long since she'd been touched. So long since her needs met, her frustrations relieved.
But with Inarius?
…This was a bad idea.
He tugged at her nipples. The feel of that as much as the heat of him pressing in behind her was more than enough to physically excite her.
His hands slipped under the folds of her shirt. Of all the days not to wear a bra… She wasn't sure whether to kick herself or be utterly pleased at the contact. Now he fondled bare skin, and Lilith leaned back into him with a groan.
"Inarius…"
Something hot and hard rubbed against her ass. Without giving a single thought to it, Lilith ground down, and relished the way Inarius shuddered against her. He bucked his hips, grinding in turn.
Well, a little grinding never hurt anyone…
Lilith should've known better.
They stayed like that for a while, simply grinding and fondling. Lilith spread her legs, arched her back to press her hidden cunt against his bulge. Inarius jerked against her, silent but needy. Were it not for the clothes they wore, they'd definitely be fucking by now.
Perhaps realizing this, Inarius snuck a hand down to her pants, undid her belt buckle. Lilith let out a gasp, and jerked forward. Away. Realization crashed over her like a bucket of water.
Lilith turned abruptly, intending to tell him to knock it off, there was no way the could do this, it was such a bad idea-
And found a hot mouth on her breast, biting her shirt, sucking her nipples through the fabric. One hand tucked back up under her shirt, continued to knead, squishing and pinching.
"Oh you dirty bastard…" Lilith gasped. "Don't tear my shirt!"
Inarius licked her collar bone, slid a hand between her legs, pressed at her growing need. Felt the sticky heat of her, even through her sturdy trousers.
"Enough!" Lilith pushed at his face. Finally, he backed off.
"We…we cannot!" Lilith told him, breathing hard. "We cannot." Softer, she repeated.
With a tilt of his head, Inarius considered her. Glanced down at her pants. Back to her face.
"Okay, we could." Lilith amended. "We really could, but we really shouldn't."
A huff of air escaped the angel. It might've been a scoff.
That made Lilith frown, and her hands go to her hips. "What, you think it's no big deal? After everything that's happened between us, we just…we just go ahead and fuck anyway?"
Inarius, damn him, nodded at that.
"That's- I- what?" Lilith was stunned. "Seriously?"
The angel shrugged at her. Gestured between them. Moved his hands as though pulling something apart.
"What- breaking up? No? Let's see…tension? Oh we have got to figure out a better way of this…" Lilith shook her head. It was hard to have a conversation with someone who couldn't communicate well. "Of course there's tension between us, we're the worst mates in the history of Creation."
Inarius seemed put out by that. He made a crude gesture.
Despite herself, Lilith snorted a laugh. "You think having sex again is going to magically fix all this?"
To her surprise, the angel shook his head no. He looked around, trying to figure out how to communicate his thoughts.
He gestured at her with both hands. Made the crude gesture. Indicated himself.
"Well…yes, I do want to fuck you." Lilith admitted. "Stupid angel, you still get me going. But…I just don't think we should. What if your brother finds out?"
Inarius flapped his hands as if to clear the air. Then punched his hand. Apparently Tyrael wouldn't find out, if he knew what was good for him.
Privately, Lilith wasn't even truly worried about the other angel. No, it was her offspring that truly concerned her.
Inarius shrugged. Gestured at himself. At her.
"Yes, I got the idea that you also wanted to fuck." Lilith laughed, and ran a hand through her hair. "Well. I suppose if we both want it…"
Inarius nodded.
"It doesn't mean anything." Lilith told him firmly, holding up a finger. "Just sex. Just to ease the tension."
Patiently, Inarius nodded again.
"...Alright then angel." Lilith growled and began tugging him towards her bedroom. "But I want it on record that you started it."
Inarius grabbed her hand, and kissed it. It almost made her smile - then he licked her hand too.
That startled a giggle out of her. She trotted ahead, darting into her bedroom.
"Gross! Do I even want to know where that tongue has been?" She turned back to face him.
Inarius gestured, rather intently, at her crotch.
"...Oh. Well. Sure. I suppose." Lilith shook herself. It wasn't like she was some maiden, tittering at her first lover.
It was just Inarius. At least she knew he was good with his tongue.
He eyed the bed for a moment, before shaking his head. Before Lilith could question him, he was getting down on his knees before her, and sliding a hand up her thigh.
"Yes, you'd probably break it." Lilith agreed. Unbidden, memories of some of their more intense love-making came to her. Cheeks red, she muttered "You'd definitely break it."
Inarius paid her words no mind, instead nuzzling her thigh and tugging her belt off. Lilith let him undo the ties and pull her pants down, but stopped his attempt at pushing her tunic up and off. He took this in stride. Carefully, the angel pulled her panties down instead, and she stepped out of them.
Now she was gloriously half-naked, and Inarius was licking her knees. Nipping her thighs. Kissing her bush.
"Oh alright." Lilith sighed. " You win. We're doing this."
With gentle tugs to his hair, Lilith pulled his mouth against her, and let out a breath at the feel of a hot tongue on her cunt. He teased her clit, prompting a breathy groan. Lilith kept a grip on his hair, and pressed her hips down on his mouth as he lapped at her. His hands wrapped around her thighs, one going up to squeeze and scrape over her ass.
For a moment, she simply rode his face. His tongue pressed up into her, and Lilith moaned as she fucked herself on it.
A sound escaped her partner, huffy and scratchy, jerking Lilith out of her pleasure-haze. Startled laughter bubbled out of her chest. Seemed he could use his vocals. When he was needy enough.
That in turn drew her attention to the growing 'issue' between her angel's legs.
A wicked grin split her face. Pulling his face close, Lilith carefully pressed one foot against his growing erection. This startled another noise out of him, and Inarius sucked hard on her clit, prompting a shuddering cry.
"New position!" Lilith gasped out, letting go of her partner. Inarius withdrew with a huff.
Eager, Lilith pushed at his chest. "Lay back, that's it."
She pushed him down, and turned to carefully straddle his chest, keeping mindful not to put pressure on his injury, but equally mindful to make sure he could reach her cunt. It was a bit of an awkward position, but Lilith began undoing the ties on his robes (which were torn in a way she'd never seen on him before. He needed new ones it seemed) and the buckles of his…
Well. That wasn't exactly a pair of paints. More like…armored painties?
"What are you wearing down here my dear?" She asked with a laugh. Inarius licked her cunt, as if that were a reply. Then he bit her ass.
"You've gotten nippier." Lilith grunted, trying to figure out how his panty-things came off. She let out a victorious 'ah-ha!' when she found the clasps on one side, and pulled them away.
Lilith took his cock in hand. It was just as big and hot as she remembered - bigger even, in her small, human hands. There was scarring around the base, as if someone had tried to cut it off. Lilith's nose scrunched in distaste. Her father was fond of castration as punishment. Conveniently for her, he hadn't succeeded.
Convenient for Inarius too, she supposed.
With a grin, Lilith strained forward to fit her mouth against the tip. Inarius shuddered beneath her, and while his face was still buried between her legs, he stilled against her. That was okay. It was his turn anyway, and with how much smaller she was, Lilith didn't think they could mutually kiss without some awkward curling on his part.
Scooting forward, Lilith was able to take more of him in her mouth. Not much - he really wasn't going to fit very well. She'd barely fit the head in her mouth, and Lilith liked to consider herself a master at cock-sucking.
No, with how small her human body was, she wouldn't be able to fit him. Not without some more serious prep work anyway.
Perhaps realizing this, Inarius slid his hands up her thighs. Lilith squeaked around his cock at the feel of a finger sliding into her.
Not what she'd had in mind…but acceptable.
Inarius pumped his finger a few times, curling it against her sensitive spots. Very acceptable, she decided.
They went like that, Lilith trying to suck as much of him as she could possibly manage, him carefully stretching her around his fingers. Lilith bobbed her head, finding a rhythm that kept her from gagging and made the angel tense beneath her. It made her smile.
He fit another finger into her, and she moaned around his cock.
She'd forgotten how much vibrations got to angels, and promptly found herself gagging and he bucked into her mouth. Pulling off with a cough, Lilith decided that was enough. Before she could stand, Inarius strained forward to kiss her on the ass in apology.
"Ha! You'd lick my boots if I wore them." Lilith giggled as she stood.
Turning around, Lilith immediately crouched back down and straddled the angel's hips. She licked her lips when she looked down, and got a real good look at the size difference between them. It made her cheeks pink.
Seeing this, Inarius brushed a finger across one cheek.
"Oh, don't worry." Lilith confidently told him. "I can handle you. Even in this tiny mortal body…"
Tiny mortal body indeed. As she sat down and felt the length of him, Lilith knew this would be a little tricky. Sure, Inarius had eaten her and stretched her, but she was well-versed in sex. She knew when to take it slow and careful.
"Okay. Okay." Lilith licked her lips again, and started easing down. "Let's see how much will fit, shall we?" She cooed up at her partner. He tipped his head at her.
Lilith tried to get him inside her, but the angel's cock kept slipping past her hole. Frustrated, she took him in hand, making him jerk, and held herself open. This time, he slid in…slowly.
It was…oh, it was quite a stretch. Her human pussy was largely unused, and certainly not by anything so substantial. But as uncomfortable as the stretch was, it was equally fantastic. Lilith's head fell back as she worked herself steadily down.
She jerked at a sudden touch to her clit, and the shifting of her partner. Inarius sat up, rubbing gentle circles on her, and brought his mouth to her breast again.
It was rough going in though, in the way that Lilith knew it would be painful if she continued.
"Stop." Lilith sighed. Immediately the angel let go of her. "We need another tool. Don't go anywhere." Inarius licked her tit as she stood, but remained where he was.
Lilith nearly tripped over their scattered clothes as she dashed from the room. Her partner stared after her, idly fondling himself.
Where was it…where was it… Lilith dug through her cabinets. She knew she had a bottle of it around somewhere…
"Ah-ha!" Lilith tugged a bottle of olive oil out from behind her jar of wooden spoons. Every home had to have one, or so she'd been told.
With a giggle, she trotted back to the bedroom, uncaring of the fact that she was walking pantsless through her cabin.
She found Inarius where she'd left him, languidly stroking his cock. Licking her lips, she strut forward with careful steps and want between her legs. Stepping over the angel, Lilith hummed her approval when his hand slid up her leg again, and squeezed her thigh.
"Me first or you?" Lilith offered him the bottle. He took it, looked it over, before uncorking it and pouring some onto his fingers.
Before she could ask again, he was gently sliding two fingers up into her. Pumping them, getting her wet and ready.
"Good." Lilith breathed. "Very good…"
Inarius pulled his fingers out in favor of more oil. This time, he worked three in. Lilith moaned, and rode his fingers for a moment. Honestly, if it turned out they were incompatible now, she'd happily fuck herself on his hands. His warm, wonderful hands…
But only if he really didn't fit. Thrusting down one last time, Lilith pulled away from the angel's hands, and took the bottle of oil for herself. Pouring it one one hand, she lavishly coated her partner's cock, stroking it from base to tip. Inarius gently rolled his hips into her hand. It took two pours to get him fully coated. Some of it dripped onto his thighs, or the floor, and Lilith could feel it dripping out of her cunt too. It wouldn't do to waste the stuff.
"Alright now." Lilith purred, sinking back into her angel's lap. "Let's be about this, shall we?"
Inarius's hands found her hips again, and pulled her close. He nuzzled into her hair.
Taking him in hand once more, Lilith sat down with a little more force than before. This time, the head of his cock popped right in, prompting a squeak of pleasure out of her. Inarius squeezed her ass with one hand, and the other slid up to cup her tit.
Sliding down, Lilith let her head fall back. Oh, he felt so sinfully good, sliding in, stretching her out.
Lilith had taken all that she possibly could. She was stretched, almost to the point of pain (and imagined she would be sore come tomorrow). The head of his cock pressed up into her G-spot, pressing pleasure into her.
Inarius held perfectly still for her. Oh, he nuzzled her neck and his arms wrapped protectively around her back, but kept his hips still. He wouldn't move until she was ready. Lilith wound her arms around his neck, and gave an experimental bounce.
"Ohh~" She sighed into his hair.
Inarius shivered around her.
She gave another bounce…and another…and another. Each one sent pleasure through her, made her gasp and sigh, made Inarius tense.
Pulling off of him, Lilith grabbed the olive oil and poured another helping onto her partner, before sinking back down. This time, he slid right in.
"Oh stars, Inarius." Lilith breathed. "I think I- think I forgot how much I- I lo-"
Lilith didn't get a chance to finish, for Inarius suddenly bounced her. She let out a yelp of pleasure, hands gripping the back of his neck.
"Hey!" She giggled. "Warn a girl next time."
Inarius nuzzled her neck. And bounced her again.
Compared to how they'd fucked before, this was perhaps the most gentle, vanilla sex they'd ever had. Inarius rolled his hips languidly, bounced her on his lap, and mouthed at her neck. A breathy giggled escaped Lilith's lips as she remembered the time she'd ridden him for a night and a day, and scuffed his armor terribly on the marbled floor. It had been almost exactly like this, except he'd fucked her like he meant it. And she'd of course been able to take all of him and then some within her.
It really was too bad his wings were gone. She wouldn't have minded feeling them inside herself once more.
Lilith rode her partner, bounced on his length, careful and carefree. The more they went, the better she felt. She was pretty sure Inarius was feeling it too. He relaxed as they fucked, as he took peasure in her body, and that in turn pleased her. Like some kind of triumph.
He was still handsy. And nippy. Squeezing her tits and biting her neck, grabbing her ass and kissing her breast.
It felt a little bit like worship, when he touched her like that.
Lilith came first, as Inarius fucked her, rubbed her clit and sucked at her neck and breasts. She moaned into his chest, hands clawing at his shoulders, entire body tense. He cunt spasmed, clenching on the hot length within her.
Inarius slowed, kissed her jaw in question.
"So good…" She managed. "So good. Keep going…"
That was all the invitation he needed.
Face buried in her neck, he kept going, thrusting up into her. Lilith was looser now that she'd come, but she was still plenty tight for an angel. Inarius did not make her wait long.
Hot seed filled her, dripped out between them while his thrusts slowed, pleasure making him stutter. Lilith was splayed over him. All she could do was cling like a limpet, and bask in the glow of her orgasm.
For a while, they stayed like that, wrapped up in each other. Breathing one another's air.
Then Inarius scooped her up. Boneless, Lilith offered no protest, even snuggling into his arms a bit. His cock slipped out of her when he stood, and she offered a groan of mild protest. She could feel his essence sluggishly dripping out of her.
Lilith found herself deposited on the bed, and she was too tired to protest. Inarius briefly left the room, only to come back with a few towels. He cleaned himself first, wiping oil and his own seed off his thighs and cock, before coming back to her. Carefully, he cleaned her, wiping her clean of himself. Lilith relaxed under his hands.
The angel puttered about her room for a moment, cleaning their mess off the floor, picking up and folding clothes, or putting them back on himself.
He looked to her before he left, head tilted in question. Lilith smiled, and made a shooing gesture. If he stayed, there was no telling what she might do.
Inarius left the door cracked behind him.
Blissfully, Lilith fell asleep, curled in her bed.
~~~~~
"So…that happened." Lilith was folded into her couch, her favorite robe snug about her shoulders. Pillows piled on either side of her, courtesy of one apparently-nesting angel.
Inarius poured hot water from the tea-kettle into a mug for her. He brought the tea for her, and the kettle for himself.
"You still like boiling water huh?" Lilith mused as she accepted the mug. Inarius shrugged one shoulder - and took a sip straight from the spout.
If she were being honest with herself, Lilith was exhausted. She hadn't slept well, having been rudely broken from her tea by Inarius, and then she'd been very well shagged. Not that she was complaining about that last fact. No, as tired as she was, Lilith was also utterly satiated, and pleased as punch because of it.
Inarius settled on the ground, leaned up next to the fireplace.
"Will I need to invest in angel-sized furniture?" Lilith half-heartedly teased. Apparently, Inarius genuinely considered the question for a moment, before shaking his head. A pang of disappointment went through her chest.
It wasn't as though she expected him to stay…
"...Will you come and see me again?" She asked, voice soft.
Inarius genuinely considered that too. And her. Then, slowly, he nodded.
Lilith was satisfied. "Good. You might bring something more interesting than a chest wound with you next time Hm?"
Inarius nodded his agreement at that too.