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It had clearly been a long day for Angel.
“I’m this close,” Angel said, holding her thumb and index finger a hair’s width away from each other and pretended to look through it, “to answering her calls. Dumb decisions be damned. I’m already fucked, I might as well literally get fucked and get something out of it.”
“I feel like there’s gotta be better ways to deal with this,” Husk said mildly, throwing Angel an amused look over the glass martini glass she was drying, “can’t you hit up Cherri or something?”
Angel wrinkled her nose. “Cherri is like a sister to me,”
Husk raised an eyebrow. “You told me you guys have had sex,”
“We’re close.”
The glass hit the counter. “That... You know what, never mind, let’s not go there.”
Angel laughed, dropping her hand and instead leaning her elbows on the counter, chin in her hand, watching Husk clean up the last of the glasses. “She prefers dick, anyway. She’d do it, but you know, I want it to be mutual.”
“Another reason to not text back Valentina,” Husk pointed out, “that shit’s gonna leave you upset no matter what.”
“Yeah, but it would be good during.”
Husk let out a huff. “The bar is that low, huh?”
“You don’t even know,” Angel sighed, and moved to run a hand through her hair, “fucking hate it. The bar is in literally in hell, six feet under and counting.”
She crossed her legs, adjusted her skirt, and groaned as she let her head fall down on her arms. Her voice was a little muffled when she said, “I’m losing my fucking mind.”
There was a silence in which Husk watched Angel, the way the spider demon sighed and huffed, clearly uncomfortable and irritated at herself. And Husk made a decision. She might regret it, but she had always been good at drowning them, and she would deal with that as it came.
She tossed the towel to the side. “Fuck it. Angel, let’s go.”
Angel lifted her head from her arms to blink at her. “Go where?”
“Your bedroom,” Husk gave her a little grin, playful and casual, “Or mine, if you prefer, but I have to warn you, I haven’t washed my sheets in two weeks.”
Angel froze, just for a moment, and Husk paused too, staying behind the counter and waiting for the other woman to catch up. When Angel did, her shoulders seemed to relax, and her face broke into a wide smile.
“Husker,” she said teasingly, pushing herself up on her knees on the barstool and placing all her hands on the bar, so she could lean forward, “so you aren’t immune to my charms after all!”
“Never said I was,” Husk replied, reaching out a hand to flick Angel’s forehead, “You can be very charming when you’re not being a grade A bitch harassing me at work.”
Angel made a show of falling backward with the impact, but she was still grinning when she got off the chair and on her feet. “It’s part of the charm.”
“It really isn’t.” Husk turned off the light behind the bar, and it didn’t escape Angel’s notice that she hadn’t even finished closing up. The woman had a little smile on her lips, so adorably pleased that it was hard for Husk to not want to kiss her right there.
“The whole sex doll performance doesn’t do it for me,” Husk said, straightening and stretching languidly, before cracking her back, her shoulders, then her neck. “But my friend, who is smart, funny, and too hot for her own good?” Her eyes met Angel’s, and her following grin was as soft as it was amused when she stepped from behind the bar, “I wouldn’t mind doing her a favor.”
Angel returned the smile with a pretty little blush, “You think I’m smart?”
“Don’t let it get to your head, Legs,”
Their hands found each other easily, like they had always meant to link their fingers, Husk’s short claws slipping between Angel’s slender fingers, and they squeezed at the same time, which made them laugh.
They left the hotel lobby quietly, no sound left behind but the crackling of the fire and the quiet purr of Keekee as she rolled over in her sleep.
“My room,” Angel told Husk quietly, as they made their way up the stairs, “I tidied up the other day. And Nifty snuck in and secretly changed my sheets.”
“Little nosy thing that is,” Husk replied, and Angel let out a giggle, then hushed Husk as if she had been the one to make noise. Husk just grinned at her, and when Angel unlocked the door to her bedroom, she let go of Angel’s hand to run it down her side instead, just a little touch before she walked inside first.
Angel’s room was clean, which was an incredible improvement from the last time Husk had peeked inside. There were just a few clothes strewn over a chair in the corner, a pair of slippers and a little basket of fresh laundry to be put away. It smelled fresh. Only a few months ago, it had been a battlefield, bottles and cans all around, dirty laundry on every surface, and it was a testimony to how much better Angel was doing these days that the worst mess in the room was the open make-up palettes on her dresser and a can of energy drink next to it. Despite all her claims to the contrary, Angel was trying, and Husk found her heart growing ever fonder of the woman.
She sat herself down on the mattress, ran her hands over the silky sheets, so different from Husk’s own cotton ones. The smooth fabric stuck to the calluses on her pads, and she made a conscious effort to keep her nails safely tucked inside, so they wouldn’t snag the sheets. Angel closed the door behind herself, and then turned around to face Husk, leaning against the door as she did so. Her eyes were sparkling, and the smile on her face was positively gleeful.
She was wearing platform sneakers today, little pink sparkly things that lit up when she walked, and Husk snorted softly as Angel walked over to her, hips swaying in a seductive manner. Angel stopped mid-step, and Husk was quick to clarify her reaction when Angel raised her eyebrows in question. She nodded at the shoes.
“Sorry, those things are funny as shit. They look like they’re supposed to be squeaking.”
Angel tried her best to pout, but the smile broke through despite her best efforts. “They’re cute,”
“If you say so.” Husk shot back, placing her hands behind herself so she could scoot back on Angel’s bed, until only her legs hung over the edge. “They’re cute because it’s you.”
“You’re a cheese-ball, you know that?”
“I’ve been called worse,” Husk said, and then patted her thigh, “sit.”
Angel gave her a dubious expression, but she was still smiling, “On your lap?”
Husk didn’t say anything, just motioned for Angel to step forward. When she was close enough, Husk guided her to sit down on her lap, before wrapping both arms around Angel’s waist, tugging her closer. Like this, their chests were almost pressed together, though Angel still managed to tower over her a little, Husk looking up at her as they just sat like that for a moment, breathing.
“Hi,” Husk said eventually, and Angel laughed.
“Hi.”
“Are you in a rush?”
“To get off? Always.” Angel gave her a wink, but when Husk’s expression didn’t change, she dropped the charade, and shook her head instead. “I don’t have anywhere to be.”
“Good.” Husk placed one hand in Angel’s waist, used the other to rub her back through her shirt, “We can take our time.”
“You don’t need to do this, you know,” Angel said, “I am ready to go whenever. I don’t need the whole foreplay bit.”
“What if I love the foreplay bit?” Husk’s hand was still moving, warm circles on Angel’s back, her waist, teasingly sliding down towards the curve of her ass, “Anywhere you don’t want me to touch?”
“You can do whatever you w…”
“Angel.”
Angel wrinkled her nose. “No, Husk, I don’t have anywhere I don’t want you to touch.”
“Good girl,”
Angel opened her mouth, then closed it, and Husk laughed.
“Not good?”
“No, very good,” Angel was quick to assure her, “just, you don’t seem the type to like that.”
“Well, don’t call me that,” Husk warned her, “I don’t like that.”
Angel tilted her head to the side, considering, “What do you like to be called? Baby?”
Husk shrugged. “Sure.”
“Husky?”
“Sporadically.”
“Mommy?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Daddy?”
It was Husk’s turn to hesitate. “I- that’s up for discussion.”
Angel beamed at her, mouth splitting into a wide grin. “No way.”
“If you’re gonna make fun of me I’ll veto it.”
“No, don’t, I promise I’m not making fun.” Angel brought up a hand, cupping Husk’s cheek, thumb stroking the soft fur of her face, “what about Kitty?”
“I’m not too fond of the whole cat thing,”
“Gotcha,” Angel said, and she leaned closer, eyes crinkling in amusement when she added, “only to tease you, then.”
Husk’s hands both settled on Angel’s waist then, just at the edge of her top, fingertips grazing the skin underneath, nails through short fur. “I’ll allow it.”
Angel shivered, a tremble that started at the base of her spine and went all the way down to her toes. Almost instinctively, she rolled her hips, hummed when the movement had her skirt hike up higher, and Husk didn’t argue when Angel moved to shift her weight to one leg, so that Husk’s thigh was firmly between hers. They locked eyes when Angel rolled her hips again, and this time Husk’s hands slid down to her ass. Angel made an encouraging sound, pressed back into her hands when Husk squeezed, before she slid them down to settle on Angel’s thighs.
“Nice,” Husk told her, “nice and easy, Angel, that’s right.”
It was almost innocent, the way Husk followed the movement of her body, the warmth of her hands, sending goosebumps over Angel’s skin. Husk’s eyes never left Angel’s face, and she was muttering sweet encouragements, and she decided she was letting Angel take the lead.
Husk’s grip tightened when Angel rolled her hips again, hummed prettily when the slide became easier, slippery inside her panties.
“Could you come like this?”
“Probably,” Angel admitted, cheeks flushed with soft pleasure, “I’m easy, Husky. It won’t be enough, though. I’m greedy.”
“We can take our time,” Husk repeated, and when Angel resumed the gentle rocking of her hips she placed both her hands on the sinner’s hips again, guiding her movement, “I’d love to eat you out, if you’d let me.”
Angel shuddered, and Husk felt her thigh clench around Husk’s leg in anticipation. Then she laughed again, “You know, when I’m working sex usually involves a lot less talking.”
“Do you want me to be quiet?”
“No, fuck, no, I love talking to you. I’m still in disbelief this is happening, actually, so you talking helps it make feel more real, and not like I’m hallucinating my tits off.”
Husk gave her a little raised eyebrow. “Are you on something?”
“Nothing more than usual,” Angel said breezily, rocking her hips and humming with approval when Husk lifted her knee slightly, giving her a different angle to work with, “a little bit of this, a little bit of that. I’m fully able to consent, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
It was a relief.
“Doesn’t hurt to ask.” Husk ran her hand up Angel’s side, lingered at the edge of her top, right at the curve of her breasts. Soft, perfectly fluffy underneath the fabric, and Husk felt her mouth water a little. She kept her voice neutral when she asked, “Can I take this off?”
Angel hummed again. “Please.” She lifted her arms so that Husk could pull up the fabric, and she shimmied and shifted to help take it off. Husk tossed it to the side, attention already back on Angel, hands on her waist once again. She groaned when Angel leaned back just at little, giving Husk the full view as she rocked her hips and let her head fall back for just a moment.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,”
“Don’t I know it,” Angel grinned at her, and she straightened and moved her arms to come to rest on top of Husk’s shoulders instead, “keep the compliments coming, baby.”
“Vain,”
“Could you blame me?”
Husk returned the grin, and her hands tightened on Angel’s waist, squeezing gently, urging her to pick up her rocking again. “God, no.”
They fell quiet then, nothing between them but their breaths as Angel ground down on Husk’s leg, and Husk moved up into it, meeting her halfway. The slide of her became smoother with every roll of her hips, and it was perfectly wonderful to watch her move, a little private show just for Husk. She always loved this bit, the foreplay that got them both turned on, but heated and ready to dive into each other’s arms, and Husk felt it, the warmth in her belly, the excitement stirring in her veins. Anticipation hot and sweet on her tongue. Eventually, Angel shivered, a quiet, full-body tremble and the tensing of her thigh muscles as she clenched down on Husk’s leg, eyes falling shut for just a moment as a soft gasp escaped her. Then she sighed, a small smile curving up her lips when she opened them again, meeting Husk’s eyes. “That was nice, Husky.”
Good,” Husk echoed, and then because she didn’t want to wait anymore, didn’t think she could, she immediately asked, “Can I kiss you?”
Angel’s mouth opened, undoubtedly to say that she didn’t need to ask, but after taking a long look at Husk’s face, she clearly thought better of it. Instead, she just nodded, and let Husk pull her closer, until their chests were pressed together and their mouths locked. It was easy as breathing, their lips sliding together, Husk’s hands moving to wrap around the curve of Angel’s ass, pulling her closer as she scooted further backwards, until they could fully settle on the bed. Husk leaned back on her arms, then her elbows, and Angel went with her, staying right where she was on top of Husk, never wavering. Angel tasted like sugar and lime, and Husk never loved the sweet cocktails too much, but Angel might make her a convert, she thought, as Angel broke away from her to breathe and Husk was left to lick the sour sweetness of her lips. Husk let her eyes trail over Angel’s body, from her face down to the slope of her stomach, and she couldn’t want to explore all of it.
“I think these need to go,” Husk said, wrapping a finger around the waistband of Angel’s panties, tugging it and letting it snap back against her skin, “in fact, I think all your clothes should go.”
Angel didn’t waste a moment to reach behind herself and unlock the strap of her bra, letting it fall forwards and down her arms. She tossed it carelessly to the side, and then set about tugging at the ties of her skirt, which wrapped open in pretty layers to reveal the tiny thing she was wearing underneath, nothing more but a strap of fabric which was held together by a tiny hook. When Angel flicked at it, it came apart instantly, and within seconds it joined the bra on the ground.
“That was efficient,” Husk said, with no little admiration, as Angel settled back down on her lap, this time in her full, naked glory. She was a sight to behold, all angles with her fur just a little fluffed up, eyes sparkling as she leaned in to kiss Husk again, throwing her whole weight into it to send them properly tumbling down on the mattress. Husk easily wrapped arms around her, let Angel lead the kiss, and the spider slipped two hands in Husk’s hair and two other hands roamed her chest, expertly popping the buttons of her shirt so that they could find their way inside.
Husk let out an appreciative sigh when Angel’s hand settled on her stomach, clenching her muscles when Angel tickled her side, smiled against her lips.
“I’ve been thinking about this,” Angel admitted, “what you’re hiding underneath these clothes.”
“I’m not hiding anything,” Husk huffed, and she would border into defensive if Angel wasn’t looking her up and down like she was a gift to unwrap, like there was nowhere else she would rather be, nothing else she would rather be doing. Her eyes were sparkling, fingers deft as they tugged at Husk’s clothes, urging her to shrug out of the shirt and vest. She pushed them aside impatiently, and then lifted herself up on her arms so she could lean over Husk, her legs and arms caging her as she studied the results of her efforts appreciatively. And in that moment Husk understood all too well why Angel was popular the way she was, because between her beauty and the comfortable confidence of her movements, there was no space in Husk to feel self-conscious about herself, to feel anything but the warmth of Angel’s eyes on her, and well - plenty of arousal pooling between her legs.
“Pretty,” Angel said then, as if the jury had been debating and had come to a conclusion, “just as good as I thought it would be. Better, even, fuck, your tits are amazing, you know that? I just wanna…” She lifted two hands and made squeezing gestures, accompanied with a scrunched up face that had no business being as cute as it was. “You know?”
“I know,” Husk agreed easily, “consider the feeling mutual.”
“You can grab my tits if you want to,” Angel arched her back, shimmied her shoulders, and the fluff on her chest swayed attractively, “I encourage it, even.”
Husk never was one to hold back on the finer things in her life, so she did, in fact, grab Angel’s tits.
“Just like that,” Angel agreed, smiling. Her own hands were roaming Husk’s chest and arms, squeezing and gently touching, exploring the expanse of Husk’s body like it was a treasure map. Two of her hands played with the straps of Husk’s bra, her other hands patting and stroking the fur of Husk’s neck, down her arms, and she bent in half to press a series of kisses on her neck and cheeks. Husk let out a sigh of approval, tilting her head back, and Angel giggled happily, before diving down to make use of the new expanse of neck.
One of Angel’s hands, Husk had no clue which one because there really were too many of them to count, had snuck its way inside of Husk’s trousers, and she pressed her palm firmly between Husk’s legs, warm pressure against her vulva. Fingertips tickled her through the fabric of her underwear, and Angel swallowed the little moan that escaped Husk, her lips pressed into a smile against Husk’s mouth. The kiss was slow and deep, and never once did they stop touching each other, Husk dragging her fingertips over Angel’s sides, and Angel working magic, deft fingers sparking fireworks in Husk’s belly.
When they broke apart, it was born out of necessity, and they didn’t move away, locked eyes and exchanged playful smiles. Angel’s hand had stilled between her legs, but Husk was too aware of her, the weight of her palm, two fingers pressing lightly against Husk’s clit. She felt as if she was pulsing with want, and it was just as she liked.
“You mentioned something about eating me out,” Angel reminded Husk then, tilted her head to the side inquisitively, smile widening as she asked, “was that an empty promise, baby?”
Husk grinned up at her, and lifted a hand to run her thumb over that smiling mouth, pinpricked a nail against her lip, a teasing warning. She didn’t answer, but let that same hand slide down, pausing to ruffle the fur on Angel’s chest, before following the line of her belly down. The heart shaped pattern of her fur was like an arrow guiding Husk’s hand between Angel’s legs, and the spider only made the softest gasp of surprise when Husk returned the favor, pressed her palm upwards, finger tips teasing Angel’s slit, dipping a finger gently inside, ever so careful to keep her claws tucked away.
Husk made an appreciative sound. “You’re so wet,”
Angel made a little face, lifted herself up slightly as she reached for the wet tissues on her bedside stand, “Sorry, I get messy, gimme a moment.”
“No, it’s hot,” Husk was quick to reassure her, “love feeling how wet you are because of me. Christ, I’d be worried if you weren’t.”
“I don’t judge. Some gals don’t like it,” Angel said with a shrug, though she pulled her hand back, reached to cup Husk’s face instead, running fingers through the fur, moving up to gently rub at the perked up ear, which twitched under her touch.
“Their fucking loss,” Husk said, “now lay down so I can get my head between your legs in peace.”
“Bossy,”
“Are you complaining?”
“Absolutely not. Order me around, please and thank you.” She wiggled enticingly, but didn’t make any effort to actually go lay down, so eventually Husk gave in and took the initiative. Angel’s giggles only increased when Husk tossed her a little, landing expertly on her back with her arms and legs tucked, as if she was cannonballing into a pool. She bounced just the slightest bit, and then she pushed herself upwards until she could flop her head down on her pillows, nestling into it and then giving Husk a most expectant expression.
Husk couldn’t help herself, and instead of getting to it straight away, she crawled over to kiss Angel again, a short and sweet thing before she moved her mouth down to her cheek, her jaw, her neck. Angel hummed her approval, tilted her head back so Husk could properly give her neck the attention it deserved, and Husk was nothing if not thorough. She naturally also had to take a moment to show her appreciation for Angel’s décolletage, the mound of her breasts a perfect trail for Husk’s mouth, little pink nipples peeking between the fur, and when Husk ran her tongue over them, experimentally, Angel’s resulting little sounds were like the finest music to Husk’s ears. Husk nipped and licked until she could feel Angel’s belly trembling under her touches when Husk ran her paws over them, the barest hint of experimental nail that seemed to be a great hit, if the sound Angel made was anything to go by.
“Love how vocal you are,” Husk said, as she finally moved away from Angel’s breasts and turned her attention to her belly, “that’s so hot, you know that?”
“You like when I make sound?” Her voice was a little breathy, “wanna hear me moan?”
“I’m feeling properly motivated to try and pull some of those out of you,” Husk looked up to wrinkle her nose at the other woman, “don’t give me any of that fake stuff, though. Big turn-off. Make me work for your pretty voice, hm, darling?”
“Darling,” Angel echoed, dropping her head back into the pillow, “I don’t get to be darling very often.”
“I think you’re very darling,” Husk pressed another kiss on Angel’s belly, “dear-heart. Honey-bug.”
Angel snorted. “Not actually a bug.”
“Honey-arachnid just didn’t really have the same ring to it,” Husk replied, and this time Angel laughed, hard enough that her leg came up and hit Husk in the side. Husk made a little oomph sound, and Angel gave her a horrified expression, apologies already halfway out her mouth before Husk waved a hand to silence those concerns. She put a hand on Angel’s leg, and gently pushed it back down in the mattress, and then immediately went back to the kisses as if nothing had happened.
Angel, however, still seemed concerned, “Husk, I’m so sorry, are you…?”
“Your skinny twig legs aren’t gonna be able to do any damage,” Husk reassured her, and just to be sure, she looked up to meet Angel’s eyes. The woman looked anxious despite those words, and Husk might not understand Angel’s job, or the way she was supposed to behave, but she could guess what the issue was. So she kept the eye contact as she said, as casually as she could despite the words being a little awkward, “I’m totally fine and it didn’t kill the mood. Now lay your head back down, you’re gonna get a crick in your neck and I am not done yet.”
Angel, blessedly, did as told. Husk was properly satisfied that she had managed to assuage the anxiety when the next words out of her mouth were, “Theoretically, you haven’t even started.”
Husk raised an eyebrow, and then slid down all the way between Angel’s legs in one go. “Better get on it, then.”
*
Husk had plenty of issues with her hell-given form, from the way her fur was so thick she was always overheating, hot flashes that made the ones she had suffered on earth seem like nothing at all, to the fact that her whiskers were so sensitive that sleeping on her side was an issue. She had however, never been more grateful for her rough tongue as in that very moment, dipping her face between Angel’s thigh and running it up the other woman’s pussy. The aforementioned twig legs trembled and twitched, but Husk didn’t let it deter her, placed both of her hands on Angel’s thighs and squeezed them firmly.
It was always a process figuring out what gals liked. Some of them preferred gentle flicks of the tongue, a dip of the nose, a gentle hum against the clit. Others enjoyed rough long licks and two fingers inside them, rubbing and curling against the most sensitive spots. Husk didn’t have the right anatomy for that anymore, but her tongue was flexible and delicate, and she used it to her best abilities on Angel. It was an advantage that the woman was so turned on, because it made it easier on Husk to read her body language when arousal did the talking for Angel instead. Little sounds of pleasure guided Husk where she needed to go, and though she made some missteps - teeth were a no go - soon she figured out a rhythm that had Angel’s entire body tremble.
“Christ, you’re taking this seriously,” Angel huffed, when Husk came up for air just for a minute, and to check in with the other woman. Angel’s face was a little flushed, her hands spread out and clenching in the sheets, and her breathing was a little harsher.
“Good?”
“So good,” Angel said, licked her lips, eyes on Husk’s as if glued to her, “Your tongue is magic. I love cats,”
“I do too,” Husk said slyly, letting her eyes drift down suggestively, and Angel groaned and snorted in exasperated amusement. Husk dipped her head and kept the eye contact, dipping out her tongue for a tiny little lick of Angel’s clit that had the woman’s face tightening with the pleasure. Husk did it again.
“Hngh,” Angel said eloquently.
“Glad I have found a new way to get you to shut up sometimes,” Husk said, inserting plenty of faux innocence in her voice, “next time you are yapping at the bar, I’ll get under your skirt and lick you just like this.”
Angel’s mouth dropped open slightly. “Who are you?”
Husk grinned, and brought her head back down. She really loved eating pussy.
When Angel eventually came, it was with a high pitched wail and a helpless shudder, and her entire body lifting from the mattress. Husk kept her still as much as she could, kept licking and sucking until Angel’s genuine moans turned almost to whimpers, and then she gently lowered the woman down again, lingering for a moment longer just to appreciate the view. Husk had done a good job, she thought to herself. She ran a gentle finger over the wetness of her labia, and Angel shuddered, clenching despite herself.
Husk laughed. “You’re not yet satisfied?”
“Mmmm.” Angel said, eyes closed in bliss and her arms flopped out to the side. Her mouth was opened slightly, little huffs as her heartrate slowed down. Husk kissed her knees, her thighs, then crawled up to press her lips on Angel’s belly, her chest, until she was able to cage in Angel’s body with her own, looking down at the woman spread out under her. Angel cracked open a single eye, and then giggled softly. Before Husk knew, Angel’s arms had come up to wrap around her, and Angel pulled her down until Husk had to lower her arms, allowing the spider to wrap her up in her embrace. Husk was amused to spot Angel’s third pair of arms coming back out to play, wrapping Husk up so tightly as if Angel was getting her ready to be eaten.
“The whole spider thing, huh?”
“Don’t mention it,” Angel muttered, tightening her grip and turning her head so she could press a kiss on Husk’s cheek, “feels good. I don’t get to do this often.”
“Go wild,” Husk said, getting comfortable herself and using her hands to run up Angel’s arms, sneaking through the very little space the woman had left her, “let me know when I get too heavy.”
“To die with you on top of me would be a heavenly way to die,” Angel clearly was still very much enjoying her afterglow, and Husk couldn’t deny she was obsessed with the softness it left on Angel’s face, the way she thought she could almost smell the endorphins coming off her beautiful face.
“Whatever you say, Legs,” Husk said indulgently, and when Angel smiled and leaned her head back into the pillow, Husk took the opportunity to kiss the expanse of her neck. She took a tiny bit of her skin between gentle teeth, nibbling it before she ran her tongue over the short fur. It would be an apology if Husk absolutely didn’t feel sorry about anything at all. In fact, this might be one of the happiest moments she’d experienced since falling in Hell, something she wouldn’t be analyzing too closely. This would be a one-time thing, she thought, and it wouldn’t do to get attached. Angel tilted her head to the side, giving Husk new space to explore, which she more than gladly did. Angel was warm under her, and as Husk ran her tongue over Angel’s neck, she couldn’t help the rumbling that built in her chest, the annoying instinct that overtook her when she was content. Angel cracked her eye open again, and Husk narrowed her eyes at her, daring her to say anything about it. Angel’s smile just grew wider, a little teasing, and Husk bit down.
“Ouch, nice grooming, Kitty,”
“It’s not grooming,” Husk said, which didn’t change the fact that it most definitely was, and that she was enjoying it immensely. She already had to fight the instinct to make biscuits into the fucking duvet, but that was a level to which she was refusing to sink, “you don’t like it?”
“I think we have established my great appreciation for your tongue,” Angel said easily, shifting her body slightly, loosened her grip just enough that Husk could move her head to move her kisses and down to her shoulders. As she moved, she felt the press of her own breasts into Angel’s, and the other woman noticed as well, her eyes darting from Husk’s down to her chest, and Husk practically saw her pupils dilate. It was cute, she thought, the flush on Angel’s cheeks, the clear excitement in her eyes when she took in Husk’s body, the way she could feel Angel rubbing her thighs together in anticipation. Flattering, too, and Husk found herself pushing up herself a little, pressed her arms towards her chests so they pushed up just a little more. Angel licked her lips started scooting back until her back was against the headboard, and Husk could crawl closer.
“If you were into that, this is the part where I’d be calling you mommy,” Angel said then, and Husk lost all thoughts about Angel being cute. She wrinkled her nose.
“Angel…”
“I’m just saying, your fucking tits are, I mean, listen, in the industry we call them… Fuck, can I…”
“If the words ‘Mommy Milkers’ leave your mouth I am leaving this bed,” Husk warned her, “and I’m never serving you a drink ever again.”
Angel made a gesture as if zipping her mouth shut, and then followed them up with grabby hands that clearly indicated what she wanted. Husk let out a little sigh, but then sat up a little straighter, waved her hand at Angel to give her the green light.
“Yesss,” was all Angel said, and within two seconds, she had her face planted in Husk’s chest, letting out a sound of pure bliss as if it was the best place she had ever been.
“Mmm, I love it here,” she muttered, and she lifted her head to press kisses all over Husk’s chest, four of her hands coming up to cup them, and she made another delighted sound, “Husk, you don’t even know how much I’ve thought about these.”
“My breasts?”
“When you’re behind the bar with those stupid suspenders,” Angel said, and she came up to press a kiss on Husk’s lips, bringing up one hand to cup her face, “and you’re kinda glaring at me because I’m an idiot as per usual, and when you cross your arms and then the shirt kind of pulls at the buttons and I’m losing my mind.”
Husk thought Angel had questionable tastes and a load of issues, but she figured those were better shelved for now. So instead, she smirked. “Yeah? You like when I tell you off?”
“So hot,” Angel didn’t seem to hear the teasing note in Husk’s voice, and if she did, she didn’t care. She dropped her head back down, kissed her way down Husk’s chest until she could take one of her nipples between her lips, her tongue deftly circling it, and Husk didn’t even know what sensation to focus on because Angel’s hands were everywhere at once, on her breasts, down her stomach, slipping between her legs again, “I’d come up to bed and I’d think about you, you know.”
Husk ground her hips forward, and Angel hummed appreciatively, bringing her mouth to Husk’s other breast, replacing the quickly cooling spot with one of her hands, playfully twisting her wet nipple. When she came up for another kiss, Husk’s own arousal had fully reawakened, and the kiss turned more heated as their hands roamed over each other’s body.
“You’re so hot,” Angel said, when she broke away from the kiss to just look at Husk for a moment, and her hands settled on Husk’s waist, and she just picked up her earlier line of thought again, “And when you dry those damn long glasses, I’m just thinking about how I wish you were shoving your fingers into me instead.” Husk flushed a little.
"You are really much too vocal for someone who’s had two orgasms so far,” Husk complained, though the potential barb of her words was severely softened by the fact that she alternated it with kisses every few words, effectively silencing any commentary that Angel could give. Angel giggled into her mouth, wrapped a pair of arms around Husk’s neck and the other pair around her waist, holding her close. Her hands came up to wrap around Husk’s ears again, and when Husk flicked them at her, she could feel Angel’s mouth pull into a wider smile against her lips.
“What can I say,” Angel managed, when eventually Husk sat back and took a moment to just run her hands over Angel’s stomach, up to the fluffed expanse of her chest, “I love sex. And I told you I was horny.”
“Mmm,” Husk gave in to the urge to knead her hands into the fur, enjoying the feeling of Angel’s warm skin underneath her, the way the breasts hiding underneath fit perfectly in the palm of her paws, “I guess I’ll have to try harder.”
“You don’t have to,” Angel said, letting herself fall back on her arms and giving Husk an amused expression, “I have been told I am annoyingly insatiable, so I could just return the favor.”
“Don’t talk to me about favors when I’m having a fantastic time,” Husk said simply, pushing Angel back down so she could lean over her for another kiss, “And I’m afraid to admit it, but I’m like a man after an orgasm. Straight to sleep. Wake me in the morning. ”
Angel laughed. Husk loved the way she laughed, all big expression and mouth open as if Husk had said the funniest thing in the world. She preferred it endlessly to the smirk Angel wore most of the time, that arrogant attractive tug of her lips that had her fans swooning at the sight of her, but which made Husk want to roll her eyes and spritz Angel with a water bottle.
“I mean it, though,” Husk continued, “I love this. I love making you come. Watching you. It’s very, very hot. So if you want me to fuck you more, Angel, I will gladly oblige.”
Angel seemed to give that a moment’s thought, seemed to consider Husk’s words carefully, before she asked, “You want to strap me?”
Husk didn’t have a lot of experience with strap-ons, but she figured she’d always been a quick learner. And any lack of skill would be balanced out by enthusiasm, she knew from experience, so she felt comfortable agreeing. “If you want me to,” she said easily, as if the thought of it didn’t make her mouth water and her pussy clench with want, “do you like that?”
Angel’s nose scrunched into that cute mischievous expression she sometimes wore when she thought no one was looking. Then she nodded.
“Alright. Do you have a strap you like?”
“Yeah, I… Hang on.” Angel rolled over on her knees, crawling to the edge of the bed and bending over it, two of her arms steadying herself on the mattress whilst the others reached under the bed and pulled out a box. Husk laughed when Angel pulled it on the bed with her, and it revealed what could only be described as an impressive collection of dildos. Angel looked up with a little smirk, holding a harness in one hand and a dildo in the other, both in very familiar shades of white and pink.
“Angel,” Husk said, looking between the two and the woman in front of her, lips quivering with an unsuccessful attempt to keep from laughing again, “is this your own merchandise?”
“Angel Dust quality, baby,” Angel told her, and added with no little amount of pride, “I designed these myself. You’d be surprised what a difference it makes.”
“Very little what you say can still surprise me, Legs,” Husk told her, holding out a hand for the harness. Angel handed it to her, and Husk took a moment to study the adjustable straps and the velcro closures.
“It’s not gonna get caught on your fur,” Angel reassured her, “we took that into consideration.”
“I’m more thinking I’m too big for this thing,” Husk said, frowning at the small contraption, “does it come in XL?”
Angel waved a dismissive hand. “Let me help you put it on.”
“It’s too…”
“It’s adjustable.”
“Yeah, and I’m a big girl,” Husk grumbled.
“The bigger the figure the more I can love,” Angel hummed, a vaguely familiar tune as she tugged at Husk’s panties, urging Husk to kick them off. “Naked time, please.”
Husk did as told, finally getting rid of the soaked panties and tossing them to the side. They landed on the floor with a hilariously moist slopping sound, and Angel giggled again, though she did her best to hide it. Husk allowed Angel to take the harness back from her, expertly pulling the straps loose and then reaching around Husk’s waist to tie them in place. When she was finished, she leaned back on her knees and gave her work a critical once-over, before she sent Husk a beaming smile.
“It’s perfect,”
Husk could argue, and usually she would, but between Angel’s genuine smile and the fact that having the harness on meant that soon she would get to fuck the other woman, she couldn’t bring herself to do so.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s not too bad.”
“High praise,”
“Give me the dildo, Angel.”
Angel’s eyes glinted mischievously as she leant back, fluttered her eye lashes, “Yes daddy,”
Husk, despite trying her best to keep a straight face, laughed.
It took them only a minute or so to get the strap in place, and once they did, Angel kissed her so excitedly that Husk forgot all about the fumbling of it, the unfamiliar weight of the dildo between her legs, the uncertainty creeping at the corners of her mind.
“I can’t wait,” Angel muttered against her lips, and she glanced down at the strap pressed between them, the pretty glistening white and pink a perfect match for Angel’s fur, and Husk watched as Angel slipped a hand down Husk’s chest, her stomach, grabbed the dildo as if it was an actual dick, stroking it up and down. She was still looking down when she said, “You don’t have to be gentle with me, you know, I can take it rough.”
Husk hummed at those words. She couldn’t deny that the thought of it was hot, and in some of her more secret fantasies - the ones she wouldn’t dare have ever brought up with past partners - she had imagined herself bending them over on the bed and pounding into them until they begged her to stop. But this was different. This wasn’t Husk’s private fantasies in the dark hours of the night, and this was not some faceless woman. Angel was her friend, up until a point her confidante in this hotel, and as far as Husk was concerned, Angel got enough of the rough shit at work to last her a lifetime.
“Do you want me to give it rough?”
Angel sighed as if Husk was asking her the most unreasonable question in the universe. Husk watched as she pulled out a bottle of lube, royally squirted it on the dildo, and started rubbing it down. “I don’t mind,” she said, which to Husk still didn’t sound convincing, “I will enjoy it either way.”
Husk fought the urge to roll her eyes, and when Angel kept her eyes down, Husk grabbed the woman by the chin to tilt her head up, meeting her gaze. “Angel. If you want me to go harder, you ask me. If I’m going too hard, or it doesn’t feel good, you tell me. Got it?” She adjust her grip to be a gentle hold of Angel’s chin instead, but she made sure they kept the eye contact as she waited for Angel to answer. “You tell me what you want.”
“What about what you want?”
“Baby, I am out here feeling like I already got redeemed and went to Heaven,” Husk told her, “This is exactly what I want.”
Angel took a moment to be quiet, and then she scrunched her nose again. “I… I struggle with that, a little. Being honest about what, you know, the whole… Vale, she, well, you know what she’s like, she doesn’t… And I enjoy it, you know, sometimes, it’s fine.”
Husk felt her lip twitch at the mention of the woman, but she kept her face neutral. “I don’t care what the bitch thinks, or does. This is not a performance, and I don’t want you to fake it. I only know that I won’t enjoy it unless you enjoy it, and if that means that you want me to slowly fuck you with the sparkly dildo until you forget your name, then that is what I will do.”
Angel, clearly taken aback by that answer, and Husk half expected her to argue more, or to disagree, or something else, but instead Angel’s face broke into a smile again. “Okay,” she said, and then, “I guess it is quite sparkly, huh? Maybe I overdid it with the glitter.”
Husk snorted, and pressed her lips against that beautiful smile.
Pleased that the talking portion was over, Angel threw herself into the kiss with full abandon, and Husk eagerly went along with it, licked into Angel’s mouth and ran her hands down the woman’s side, grabbed her breasts, squeezed and teased until Angel moaned softly.
“I want you inside of me,” she said, taking Husk’s wrist and pressing her paw down between her legs, “please, Husk, I’m so fucking wet for you, do you feel it? I want you to fuck me so bad.”
“Christ,” Husk mumbled, and Angel beamed at her, let herself fall back on the bed again, wiggling enticingly, rubbing her hands over her body. Two pairs of arms again, Husk noticed, the third one having gone wherever they went when Angel didn’t need them. Still, four of them was plenty to distract Husk, especially when Angel looked her straight in the eyes as she grabbed her own breasts, pinched her nipples, slipped one of her other hands between her own legs where Husk’s paw had been just moments before. She watched as slender fingers dipped inside herself, the soft gasp that she let out when she ran her thumb over her own clit, and Husk swallowed hard. She crawled forward, and Angel pulled up her legs, giving Husk a clear view of her pussy, the dark pink folds and the wet fur around it. So fucking beautiful.
Husk put one hand on Angel’s knee, figuring out the practicalities of it so that she wouldn’t have to think about it any more when they got going. Her own pussy ached with desire when Angel met her eyes, so eager, so alight. “Alright, love, spread your legs for me?”
Angel, in an impressive display of bodily control, immediately spread her legs in a split so wide the tips of her socks reached just over the edge of the bed. Her upper body didn’t move, the only sign of it taking any effort being the way her hands clenched around the top of the bed frame, holding herself still on the mattress. There,” she said, grinning at Husk, “this wide enough for you?”
“Christ,” Husk said, a snorting laugh as Angel brought her legs up again, this time folding them nice and loose around Husk’s waist, kept her knees wide so Husk could adjust her position, settling back between Angel’s legs. She pressed the tip of the dildo against Angel’s slit, teasing it, pulling a little tremble from the other woman, “That’s almost scary. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone that flexible.” She dipped the tip of it inside, testing out the new position, pleased to find her knees were much more stable this way. “Make me feel like a stiff board.”
Husk noticed the amused expression even before the words sank in, and when she rolled her eyes, Angel laughed in reply. “Listen, you opened that door wide yourself, you didn’t…” The laughter was cut off and faded quickly to a moan when Husk thrust her hips forward, sank the dildo in properly. She smirked when Angel’s wide eyes met hers. “You were saying, darling?”
“Nothing,” Angel said, and she rocked her hips, though it did very little with the way Husk had a hold on her thighs, “do that again.”
“Do what? I thought we were laughing about puns,” Husk said innocently, rocking her own hips every so softly, nowhere near enough to have that same effect, which Angel’s little sounds of dissatisfaction were clearly indicating, “were we not?”
Angel shook her head, whined when Husk didn’t show any signs of speeding up her pace, shallow little thrusts that clearly did nothing. “please fuck me, Husk, please do that again.” She was beautiful, the most beautiful woman Husk had ever had in her bed, but her beauty stood no chance against the way Husk loved the way Angel was still smiling, clearly loving the banter despite clearly wanting more.
“So many pretty requests,” Husk grinned, “should I oblige?”
“Yes, please, yes,” Angel said, wriggling and twitching under Husk, and how could Husk deny her anything? So she thrust her hips forwards again, and Angel’s following moan was pure music to her ears.
She could tell from that very first moment that it wasn’t going to take long. Angel had worked herself up enough that it seemed that every movement Husk made was hitting the right spots, and she did in fact use her words to guide Husk through it. They started slow and steady, Angel moving up to meet her as much as Husk ground down, and after a few minutes of enjoying Angel’s little huffs and whimpers, of watching the woman grab hold of the headboard so that she could angle her hips better, Angel asked her to go harder. Husk placed one hand on her waist, held the other steadily on her thigh so she could oblige. It was a little awkward, the burn of her own thighs as she rolls her hips to make sure she hit the spot that made Angel’s eyes roll back, utterly pleased when she managed to do it three times in a row and Angel’s mouth forgot how to do anything but moan.
Just like that, Husk felt Angel’s muscles tense again, a telltale sign of the orgasm’s arrival, and she made sure to ride her through it, hand on Angel’s waist and helping her rock back up into her, though it didn’t seem the woman needed much assistance at all. Husk was obsessed with the ripple of her abdomen, lean muscles clearly visible with her every move, flushed skin visible through the short fur covering her body.
“Husky,” Angel breathed, her eyes half-lidded but still locked on hers, and when she lifted a hand Husk reached out to take it in hers, the slender fingers enveloped by her own thicker ones, and she had plenty of times she’d felt self-conscious about them, the stubbiness of her hell-shape’s paw, but this was one of those rare moments were she was grateful for the sensitivity of her pads, of how she could feel Angel’s hand slotting between her fingers, squeezing.
“Yes, baby, I got you,” Husk muttered, and Angel’s smile was pleased even as her eyes closed, her mouth falling open in obvious pleasure, pretty little helpless sounds being pulled from her with every thrust.
And Husk had the clarity of mind to remember how Angel’s eyes had glittered when Husk had teased her about the multiple orgasms, so when the woman’s movements started to simmer down, Husk moved up one of Angel’s legs, put her own foot on the mattress for balance and changed the angle in which she moved her hips. She made sure to adjust her grip on Angel’s hip, holding her in place while her other hand let go of Angel’s to reach over her, taking one of her nipples between two fingers and rolling it just hard enough that Angel made a little sound of surprise in the middle of her writhing.
“There she is,” Husk cooed, her voice breathless as she kept up the pace, bucked her hips so that when Angel looked up to meet her eyes, Husk had the pleasure of watching them roll back in her head as Husk managed to hit just the right spot. Angel’s top arms were still holding on to the headboard, but her second pair of hands was tightening in the sheets, helplessly grappling for something to ground her as Husk rode her into a second wave of her orgasm.
Angel was making a series of sounds that Husk wished she could commit to memory, unintelligible aside from a repeated harder and please. Husk never obliged more gladly. Had Angel not given her explicit permission, she’d have been concerned about going too hard, but it was clear that the other woman was enjoying it, and so Husk gave it her very best, ignored the pinch in her lower back for now - she could deal with that later. Angel’s legs tightened around her, and Husk wished she could feel the muscles of her pussy clench around her too - the single downside of using a dildo. Instead she moved her hand to Angel’s other breast, rolled that one between her fingertips as well, and Angel’s face tensed as her body rolled into Husk, involuntary movements now, and when Husk pinched her nipple a little harder, the peak of her orgasm hit and she cried out, shuddering vehemently. Husk felt the sudden burst of wetness between her legs, Angel’s arousal smearing on her thighs, and she groaned at how fucking hot that was. She slowed down her thrusts a little, and Angel made another helpless sound, pulling herself up from the mattress with impressive speed to wrap her arms around Husk’s neck and smash their lips together.
In another life, Husk would have been able to support both their weights like that, but in this one, her knees were simply not built for that, and she had to allow the both of them to crash down into the mattress, Angel’s back hitting it with an oomph pulled from her lungs just before she went back to kissing, seemingly unbothered by the whole ordeal. Her arms all came up to wrap around Husk, and she was surprised to find that Angel had brought out the third pair arms again just to hold on to Husk’s ass, squeezing and pulling her close. They rolled on their sides, and Husk held Angel close, the movement awkward, but it didn’t seem to matter to the other woman, who had somehow managed to keep their lips locked without a hitch.
“Keep going,” Angel mouthed against her lips, voice pinched and legs still clenching, and Husk’s ego was getting a serious boost at the fact that Angel’s orgasm seemed to linger, “you’re fucking me so good, oh my god, yes, Husk,”
Husk’s ego quickly faltered as she found that she couldn’t keep up the thrusts in this position, though she did her very best. Angel was so close to her there wasn’t a lot of space, but she ran her hands down the woman’s waist, moved one to slide into her hair, and Angel moaned when she tugged at it. It seemed to go on forever, and at the same time it wasn’t nearly long enough, because Husk got to swallow every single sound Angel made and she didn’t think she’d ever get tired of that.
Eventually, the woman slowed down, her moans changing to little huffs of sound into Husk’s mouth, and Husk followed along, little soft rolls of her hips that eventually came to a halt. They kissed silently then, nothing but breaths and the wet sounds of their lips and tongues, Angel’s hands petting her down, stroking Husk’s fur in a way that felt incredibly pleasant in her current state of arousal. And she was surprised to find it hadn’t wavered, the steady stream of warmth in her belly. Her body sang with it, and the warm press of Angel’s pussy right underneath her own only emphasized it.
“Fuck,” Angel mumbled, and her movements were more sluggish now, slow in a way Husk recognized, and it made her smile against Angel’s lips when Angel let out pleased little sounds and hums. Eventually she pulled herself away from Husk, just enough to slip the dildo out before she dove back into Husk’s arms. “You’re amazing,” she muttered, face in Husk’s neck and arms around her neck, “That’s exactly what I wanted. Best sex I’ve ever had. Thanks, kitty.”
“Now you’re laying it on a little thick,” Husk said with a snort, but she wrapped Angel up in her arms anyway, adjusted them so that they could wrap together without the dildo being in the way, “but you’re welcome.”
“I’ll make it worth it for you,” Angel continued, between kisses and nuzzles of Husk’s neck, her body pressed tightly against Husk, “Just a moment. I’ll be back.”
“It’s already worth it,” Husk said, and she meant it to be teasing, but it came out soft, just on the verge of too soft, of being something intimate and secret that wasn’t meant to be spoken out loud. Angel luckily was too blissed out distracted to catch on to it.
“Still, I want to,” she said, lifted her head to find Husk’s mouth again instead, and she was all soft to Husk’s touch, her fur fluffed in a way she didn’t often get to see, since Angel kept herself perfectly smoothly groomed whenever she left her room. Now, however, it seemed that Husk had earned the privilege of seeing her like this. It made her feel just a little more hot under the collar.
“Yeah? Then what are you gonna do to me, hm?” Husk lifted her hand to cup Angel’s face, just because she could, and massively enjoyed the way the woman leaned her face into Husk’s touch, “because you don’t look like you have much left in you, baby.” She said it lightly, teasingly, but the offer was clearly there: that if Angel was tired, or not up for it, that this is where they could end the night. Husk wouldn’t mind taking care of her business herself - after all the past activities had given her plenty to fantasize about.
Husk’s words seemed to have woken Angel right back up, however, and she gave Husk a most unimpressed look. All of the previous sleepiness, the fuzziness that Husk had been certain was the prelude to Angel falling asleep, seemed to evaporate completely as a grin found its way back on her face.
“You greatly underestimate me, Husker,” she purred, pushing herself up into a seated position, stretching luxuriously, and Husk was sure she did it on purpose, how she bent her back in a most enticing manner. Husk couldn’t look away from her.
“I wouldn’t dare, Legs,” Husk said, eyes caught on Angel’s chest, and the spider, tempting seductress that she was, took a special moment to run her hands over her own body, cupping her breasts. Husk was weak for her. If she was fully honest with herself, and in this very moment she couldn’t do anything but be honest, she had been weak for Angel for quite some time. She had just never thought it would go somewhere.
“Okay,” Angel said, “Listen, can I ride you?”
Husk blinked at her, dubiously. “Like, all cowgirl style?”
Angel’s face lit up. “Husk, you don’t even know.. Okay, wait, I have… This is so dumb.” Angel muttered to herself as she got off the bed, started rummaging in her closet, a mess of fabrics and different shades of pink that flew everywhere, and eventually she emerged triumphantly, with in her hand, to Husk’s incredible amusement, a pink glittery cowboy hat.
“I’m not even surprised,” Husk said dryly, “for some reason, that is the least surprising thing I’ve seen all day, and that includes the dildo being your own merchandise.”
“I have another dildo which is perfect for this,” Angel said, as if that was a completely normal thing to say, and Husk supposed that to her, it was just daily business. She hummed cheerfully as she walked back to the bed, dug up the box again. Husk couldn’t believe that ten minutes earlier, she had been spread out and looking for all the world like she wasn’t going to stay awake another minute. “Do you like double penetration?”
Husk should her head, “not really into having something in me that’s not fingers.”
If Angel was surprised at that, she didn’t show. She dismissed a few dildos, before coming up with one, lifting it in the air victoriously. It was another one from her personal line, Husk though, and so she was amused when Angel crawled back on the bed holding a significantly thicker dildo, which had a wider, ribbed base. Angel showed it to her, and Husk pushed herself up a little better to see.
“Ribbed,” Angel said, running a slender finger over it, “this goes against your pussy, see? And get this, it vibrates.”
“Of course it does,” Husk said, and she couldnt help the laughter in her words as Angel pouted at being made fun of, “okay, so it’s multifunctional. Will it file my taxes?”
Angel didn’t justify that with an answer. Instead she got busy replacing the dildo in Husk’s harness, tossing the used one to the side without looking. It bounced on the floor, and Husk snorted as she sat back, let Angel do the work. Her fingertips slid over Husk’s pussy, and she shivered at the contact, though she tried to keep still. She gladly watched Angel work, beautiful and focused, a little messy but clear-eyed and excited. How anyone could want her to do anything that would kill the sparkle in her eyes, Husk couldn’t understand. She’d watched a few of Angel’s films, and she’d never looked like this, alive with genuine desire. Wouldn’t this sell better? Why was this not how she was allowed to look?
Angel snapped her fingers in front of Husk’s face. “I know my titties are great, but no zoning out, Kitty-cat. We’re not done.”
“Bossy bossy,” Husk echoed Angel’s earlier words, blinking a few times and looking down at her newly attached silicone dick. She grabbed a hold of it experimentally, moved it until it felt like it sat snugly against her, and she made a surprised sound when the ribs settled against her, making it feel like the dildo was an extension of herself. Angel looked very, very pleased.
“Lay back,” Angel ordered, and Husk listened, because what else could she do? Angel crawled on top of her, so light Husk barely felt her, though she very clearly felt it when Angel ran her hands up and down Husk’s thighs, tickled right at the base of the harness. She just touched Husk for a minute, and Husk watched her right back, enjoyed it immensely when one of Angel’s hands slipped back into hers.
“I was thinking…” Angel said, after a long minute of comfortable silence.
“Must have been exhausting,” Husk replied, before Angel could finish her sentence, and Angel squeezed her hands, gave her a quick frown before continuing.
“Can I do a little performance?” Angel asked, head tilted to the side so her hair flopped to one side, “Just to show you. For fun?”
Husk didn’t really like the performative stuff, but if she was honest, she did like the way Angel looked at her, like this was a little treat she was giving Husk, a special something she wouldn’t usually get the chance to do. So Husk didn’t have to consider long before she gave in.
“Alright,” Husk said, gave Angel an amused look, “Show her to me.” She settled back into the pillow, let go of Angel’s hand to fold her hands behind her head, and putting on her best public speaking voice, she announced, “For one night and one night only, special performance, greatest star in all of Hell, the very one Angel Dust.”
“Hiring you to do all my introductions for me,” Angel told her, amused despite herself, and then she sat back, shook her hair out of her face, and threw Husk a grin. It was Angel, of course, but the difference was in the way she carried herself, the long lines of her body suddenly just a little tighter. She lifted herself on her knees, and she pushed the cowboy hat back on her head. Husk huffed out a laugh, and Angel’s smile widened.
“They say save a horse, ride a cowboy,” she said, “how about ride a kitty?”
Husk laughed, and Angel continued her performance easily, wrapped her hands around Husk’s dildo and lubing it as if she was working on a genuine dick, bending over to press her lips around the tip of it. And Husk had never in her life thought about having a dick, but found that in her afterlife, she regretted not having one just for this, for not being able to feel the way Angel’s cheeks hollowed out. It was a short interlude, before Angel straightened, and with incredible ease settled herself down on the dildo, sinking down until her hips were touching Husk’s.
The pressure and weight on her pussy was amazing, finally some kind of heavier friction than the mild stimulation she’d been experiencing, and it set her senses alight, hands coming up automaticaly to grab hold of Angel.
“Gonna ride you so good,” Angel declared, and when she rolled her hips, Husk didn’t have any doubt about that, because from the very first movements, she was treated to the ribs pressing into her, the soft curve of the base curling into her, and it felt almost like two fingers, rubbing her in the best way. Then Angel turned on the vibrator, and Husk gasped, the sudden stimulation surprising and a little overwhelming, though it was made bearable by the fact that Angel kept her hips moving, alternating the strength of the vibration.
“Yeah, you like that? You wanna come for me, daddy?”
It shouldn’t be hot. Husk was pretty sure that in any other case, it wouldn’t be. But she’d been worked up for what felt like hours, and Angel was looking at her with eyes that spoke of want, and Husk couldn’t help but moan. “Christ, Angel, that’s…”
“Your dick is so good to me,” Angel said, rolled her hips in just the right way, and Husk gasped as it made the vibrator rub against her clit. Her body jerked, and when Husk met Angel’s eyes again, the woman was beaming at her, clearly delighted at her success.
“I’m not lasting long,” Husk felt obligated to inform her, as the sensation grew and her body was finally getting the attention it had been craving, “Angel, like this…” Angel interrupted her by folding in half to kiss her, and Husk would have thought it impossible, but she simply kept moving her hips, and her hands came up to hold Husk’s face, two of them on her breasts. And Husk didn’t have to prove anything, so when she felt the orgasm building in her belly, she just leaned into it, kissed Angel’s and moaned into her mouth, brought up both hands to tangle in the beautiful sinner’s hair, tightening her grip just slightly.
The orgasm rolled over her like the tide, waves crashing over her and leaving her soft and pliant mere seconds after it happened. It was warmth and little shocks of electricity through her veins, less overwhelming rather than comforting, and so delicious she imagined she could taste it on her tongue. Though that may have been Angel’s lip gloss. She heard Angel mumble sweet nothings in her ear, and felt it when the vibrator was turned off, but true to her words, Husk was pretty useless post orgasm, so she just held on to Angel as she allowed herself to drift off in a blissed haze. She wouldn’t fall asleep, she told herself sternly, but she did need a moment.
Just a moment.
Husk fell asleep.
She couldn’t have been out long, and she woke to Angel pressing kisses on her face, softly calling for her to wake. Husk blinked an eye open, then the other. Angel had a towel wrapped around her head, and she was wearing a silky gown. Her fur felt damn when she pressed more kisses on Husk’s face. “You should rinse and pee, baby. Sleep after.”
“I’ll go in a minute,” Husk mumbled, and Angel made a sound of displeasure.
“Stay,” she said, “you can stay here. Just… Go grab some pajamas or something, I don’t think any of mine’ll fit you.”
If Husk had been more present, she would have made a little joke out of it. Instead she just nodded sleepily, and pushed herself up with all the effort in the world. She pressed a kiss on Angel’s lips more by accident than by actual skill to aim for her face, and then slipped out of the bed.
“I’ll be back,” she promised, when Angel looked at her as if she wasn’t sure Husk would. But Husk didn’t have any intention of staying away. She quickly threw on her shirt, grabbed the rest of her clothes that she could see, and slipped out of Angel’s room with impressive speed, if she could say so herself. She was lucky she was still sleepy enough that she didn’t feel any embarrassment doing the short walk of shame back to her own room, where a hot shower and a change of clothes managed to wake her right back up. She even had the clarity of mind to pass by the communal fridge on her way back, picking up some iced lollipops. She hadn’t seen Angel have dinner, and she figured that if nothing else, the sweets would do something related to hydration. And well, Husk wanted one. That was part of it.
To her relief she didn’t encounter anyone on her way back to Angel’s room. Everyone was asleep, of course, but she wouldn’t have been too surprised to bump into Nifty crawling around, or Alastor slinking her shadowy self down the hallways. Luckily, none of that, so she got to knock on Angel’s door and return unnoticed. Angel was seated on the bed, illuminated only by the lamp on the bedside table, a circular thing lighting up the room with the colors of an earthly sunset. She had finished drying herself off, had changed in a cute light blue pajama set, and she had somehow summoned Fat Nuggets from somewhere. Husk hoped the pig hadn’t been around earlier, but she hadn’t really been in the headspace to notice.
“You’re here!” Angel said, sounding as surprised as delighted, and then cleared her throat, tried for a more casual approach, “I mean, welcome back, Husky.”
Husk closed the door behind her, locked it for good measure. She still didn’t want to be interrupted. She could see Angel’s phone on the floor next to the bed, the screen lighting up with an incoming call from Valentina, notifications fully silenced and phone fully out of Angel’s sight. Husk kicked the phone under the bed as she walked over, holding out the red popsicle to Angel. The bitch could wait. She wasn’t welcome here.
“Oh my god,” Angel moaned, rolling over on her back so she could sit up and accept the sweet treat, “you love me.”
“I tolerate you,” Husk agreed, “scoot your skinny ass over, I wanna cuddle.”
“Sorry piggy, pussy is here,” Angel told the pet, who looked at her in clear confusion when she was placed back on her pillow on the ground.
“Don’t ever say that again,” Husk told her, but she was smiling when she slid under the covers, and Angel was drawn to her like a magnet, pressing herself all against Husk’s side. They positioned themselves against the headboard, so they could eat their lollipops in peace. And it was a comfortable one, just like when they were sitting at the bar together, just nursing their drinks and enjoying each other’s company. Except this time Angel was bare-faced and sleepy-eyed, and Husk was wearing shorts and a shirt rather than her regular get-up. Angel carefully, slowly, put her head down on Husk’s shoulder. When Husk didn’t shake her off, she all but melted into her, and Husk repeated to herself that this was a one-time thing. Casual.
“Feeling better?” She asked, when she finished off her popsicle and reached to put it on the bedside table.
Angel made an affirmative sound, a sweet little hum and a nod against Husk’s shoulder.
“All fucked out,” she said cheerfully, which startled a laugh out of Husk. Angel turned her head to smile up at her, and Husk, damn the way she felt soft inside, pressed a kiss on her forehead.
“I’m glad.”
Angel looked like she wanted to say something, but then to think better of it. She finished her own popsicle, and after tossing it to the side, she wiped her hands on the sheets and then turned to settle with her head on Husk’s chest instead, making an utterly content noise as she nuzzled down into her breasts. “Better than any pillow.”
Husk wrapped an arm around her, adjusting herself so she could lie down in the pile of pillows that Angel had just declared inferior. She could feel Angel’s heartbeat against her side, beating strong and calm, and Fat Nuggets little grunts were a comfortable background noise as they slipped back into silence. At least, until Angel spoke up again.
“Hey, Husk?”
“Hm?”
“Thanks.”
Husk smiled ahead of herself. “Anytime, Legs.”
Totally casual, she told herself, when Angel’s hand settled on her waist and slipped under her shirt to tangle in her fur instead. What’s a little fuck between friends? She had been more than happy to help Angel, to give her friend some relief, and she couldn’t deny she had enjoyed it as well. It was fun, a nice little experience for the two of them to share and laugh about. It was just sex.
Angel let out another contented hum. Husk licked her lips, held on a little tighter.
Casual.
Yeah, right.