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another sharp slap to their buttcheek, leaving a saffron red hand mark on their body. another pull of their hair, making their back arch involuntarily. that's just how Adam was. rough, raw, unfiltered and always ready to wet his dick no matter his location nor time. they could feel one of his black fingers wrapping around their little sheep horn from behind, only to tug roughly resulting in a little whine of pain from getting their neck treated so harshly. but they would lie if they said that the pain that he caused when he took what he wanted was unwelcomed. at least half closed and squinted eyes along with the rough treatment they received together made it easier to pretend that instead of older brunette who knew the thing or two (or more) about sex behind them it was the younger, inexperienced blonde. every time the pain stopped and the grip on their hair loosened they could feel slight disappointment mixed with something else, something far worse but also sickly pleasurable coming back. but it's not like they could complain, they knew exactly what would happen and what consequences they would face when they made their decision to sleep with the father of their own (ex?) best friend.
it was good while it lasted. Abel, by some known as the first man's son, by others as a the second human soul in heaven and probably one of the oldest ones, but by them known as their best friend and the one that made their heart skip a beat in nervous excitement. He was one of the nicest angels they ever met, clumsy shepherd with kindness to share with everyone, momentarily a bit too scaredy-cat or clumsy when he kept running face-first into the walls right in front of him, but in the end with a heart made of pure gold. The kind of best friend who was there in less than 5 minutes with gift basket and top tier chocolate after receiving a "I just had a bad day" message. The kind of best friend that you could tell anything without the fear of being judged or laughed at. The kind of best friend that despite years of 'platonic' friendship made them question their own feelings. No wonder they fell for him hard, it would be more surprising if they didn't. if only It was only them who also though of him that way.
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There was no point in competing with one of the most known and loved figures in heaven, younger Seraphim sister, Emily. It was a lost competition, long before they even realised that they even took a part in one of those.
They held no grudge against Emily, why would they? She was well loved by all kinds of heaven inhabitants, never did anything wrong and never said a bad word about others, even about sinners despite being the one that should despise them the most. She was just a perfect picture of good, even her physical look matched. Dark greyish skin, accompanied by the whole army of tiny light coloured freckles that would shine like little fireflies during the darkest night of the year when she stood in a sun rays just at the right angle. Long, flowy hair that began white and as they flew down her back slowly turned into the most beautiful shade of ashy blue they ever seen. her seraphim wings that looked like they could carry her everywhere without even getting a bit exhausted, her feathers even when messy looked like they were meant to be that way, adding a bit of special charm to her whole appearance. and the worst of it all, her blueish eyes, the ones that always beamed with happiness and unfortunately the ones that Abel craved to look into the most. the fact that they momentarily thought that they could compete over Abel's love with Emily would be worth a good laugh to anyone with working eyes to see, there was no way they could ever match her level nor even come close to that.
They should know it would eventually happen, how he began missing their hangs out, kept making excuses only to be caught with Emily on the heaven's promenade, chatting like he hadn't just stood them up without saying the word.
"im sorry, I must have forgotten. I will make it up to you, 'kay?"
"ah shoot...I just got so caught up with Emily I missed the time we were supposed to hang out..will you forgive?"
"hey lamb chop, sorry for not informing u i wouldn't come but I thought you wouldn't mind? love u always"
Oh, but they did mind. They did mind the fact that It wasn't them anymore who was seen with Abel the most, looking around heaven's local shops for the tastiest taffies and tending to his sheep in their free time. now it was Emily, both of them stuffing their faces excitedly with sugary treats and cleaning his flock's hooves whenever there was a moment they could do so. They looked down at their own feet, ending in sheep-like black hooves that he once jokingly cleaned while calling them "the most important part of his flock". If they only knew being the most important sheep could be so easily replaceable.
and then that day came. they had no idea what they hoped for, despite living in delusion that he might change his mind and come back to them deep down they knew that Abel's heart belonged to someone who wasn't them. to a familiar seraphim that also happened to reciprocate those feelings. and when they finally worked up enough courage to confess they were met with stunned silence at first that quickly evolved into awkward and then into uncomfortable one.
"im sorry lamb chop. I don't see you that way"
the words wouldn't hit them that hard if they weren't followed by sudden confession of his feelings. however not aimed at them.
"I thought you knew I liked Emily...we could still be friends, you know? I care about you and I love you. Like best friends we are."
He said with a soft smile and gentle touch of their shoulder that on any other occasion would make them melt and scream internally, now it only made them throw up and push him away as far as they could. at least they tried but when two of the most popular figures in heaven suddenly starts dating it's hard not to hear news about how seraphim and the son of the first man suddenly began to get frequently spotted on their little dates all over heaven. and that made them spiral.
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despite alcohol being strictly prohibited in god-made-realm it wasn't unheard of some angels enjoying a little moment of sin. not enough to get banned and sent to hell as punishment but not also praised by the elders who simply ignored the shenanigans, giving them a dirty, disapproving side look from time to time. and that's exactly why they found themselves sitting on the almost broken stool of ones of the few bars in heaven, the one that was placed the furthest from the centrum of their realm. it's not like they suddenly turned into a sulky, avoiding mess, no, they just didn't wanted to walk onto one Abel's and his new girlfriend's public displays of love. They didn't know if they could handle it.
Scratch that.
They knew they wouldn't handle it. The thought alone made them want to lock their house and never leave, the situation they promised themselves to never find themselves in. So the next best thing they found comfort in was alcohol. not something heaven-law friendly but at least it never caused anyone to get banned into hell, at least not those without addiction. the harsh taste of whiskey that mixed sweet notes of vanilla, smoke and wood. pure vodka shots that after the fifth one felt like water, even when drunk without a chaser after. or absinthe and it's unmistakable anise flavour. whatever got the work done. and the routine of coming to that same obscure bar began to set. first once a month, then a week, then everyday. it was getting really close to the point someone could call it addiction but when you're wasted enough to not even control your limbs properly and feel your tongue suddenly swell in your mouth you don't care about sympathetic looks of other angels that came here for just one drink once in a blue moon. at least they didn't until they noticed that they were not the only regular in the bar. at first they had no idea who he was, drunk mind is not known to be the best at facial recognition. however before they could make the move themselves the weirdly familiar man grabbed them by one of their horns. they didn't even realised they were about to fall of the stool.
"watch it lamb-chop. wouldn't want one of those horns to break off huh?..not like it would matter anyways, do you even know how to use them with that little dumb head of yours? why are you so drunk?"
and then it clicked. they've seen him multiple times but never payed closed attention. Adam, Abel's father. of course they knew he was pretty important here, a big fish in heaven as he occupied the role of the head of the exorcists, heaven's army, but not interesting enough to try and get to know him more. they always preferred his son anyway, however during the dizzy state they were in the words that rolled off his tongue felt like it wasn't Adam who said them, but Abel instead. as pathetic and desperate it was, pretending that instead of big, calloused hand that was gripping their horn it was a hand belonging to gentle blonde man who caused a weird mix of complex feelings within them, much to their own disgusts with themselves. pretending that the man in front of them was someone else? how sad it was? why couldn't they just move on like any normal person would?
their trail of thought was interrupted when Adam's rough thumb trailed from the tip of their horns to the base that met the top of their head and disappeared into their hair, the rest of his fingers wrapped around the rest of the length.
"aren't ya that cute little friend of Abel's? think I seen ya couple of times strollin' around promenade..."
the hum that left his dry lips shouldn't go straight to their core, but it did anyways and they immediately mentally blamed it all on too much raspberry vodka shots. the alcohol made it already too hard to think but the grip he easily held on them did not helped In any way, If so it only made them sweat under their shirt even more. despite not being well oriented in heaven's royalty they knew that the archangel's reputation wasn't gained from kindness or self relentless, much to heaven's elderly disappointment their first human creation was known to be a player. not like anyone complained, with rules so strict mights as well get a little one time fling on the side, it didn't hurt to have fun once in a while, right?
"what happened between you two? I don't think I saw you with Abel ever since he started datin' Emily...don't tell me he left you for her?"
the amount of questions slowly got annoying but the reminder of their current love life, of how the man that was their closest friends for years picked someone else hurt. it hurt pretty bad and despite their self assurance that they're moving on, slowly but surely Adam's cruel remark stinged a lot more than expected. but with him being as old as earth he had a lot of time to practice facial expressions, that's why the sudden twitch of their lamb ear was easily interpreted by Adam as the sign of upset.
"cmon doll. a frown does not suit that cute face of yours"
he hummed and without a single sign of struggle manhandled them straight into his lap, their little lamb tail pressed against their back and his lower belly, desperately trying to keep as still as possible to avoid accidentally brushing against his crotch. keeping their composure wouldn't be an impossible task, if it wasn't for Adam's hand leaving their horn and instead shamelessly gripping their thighs and holding it dangerously close to the most sensitive part of their body, squeezing tightly enough to make himself known and leave a mark but not enough to be actually unbearable. they could see how with his second hand he gestured something to the guy behind the bar, that seemed to clearly understand what he wanted and got to work, quickly resulting in 4 more shot glasses standing right in front of both of them. his thick fingers gripped one of the small glasses and carefully brought it to their lips, trying not to spill anything. his thumb gently pulled down their trembling bottom lip and poured the whole contents into lamb's mouth.
"fuckk...I would never take you for the one with a head strong enough to handle all that"
Adam's giggle was barely audible but when his face was resting on their shoulder as he kept making them drink it was almost Impossible to hear, his hot breath somehow possible to feel through his mask and lingering near their ear and cheek. they could feel how he pushed away empty glass and took another, and then another, and then another. they lost the count of the shots they've took during the whole night long ago, but the thing they did not missed at all was how he unnoticeably pushed their legs apart using his own knees, keeping them in place as they mentally scolded themselves for wearing ridiculously short skirt with very obvious easy access. It's not like they planned to do this, but nobody complained, so how bad could that be? the positive reaction and the lack of any signs of them to stop only encouraged him and made him more bold, his hand slowly slithering under the skirt, then caressing their inner thigh, then teasingly poking their pussy and clit through the material, only to finally get bored of toying with their underwear and pull their panties down to their mid thigh, enough to get access to their private parts but not enough for anybody to notice. as buzzed as they were the feelings of his fingers quickly getting to work made them sober up immediately. almost. still with a little bit of dizziness they focused on how he skilfully circled their clit as two of his fingers pushed inside, not needing any lubricants with how wet they already were. pathetic
"look at you doll, already dripping"
he purred and purposefully pushed the tip of his fingers against that one perfect spot, only to result in their back arching as he tried not to laugh out loud. if he didn't found it as arousing as they did he would definitely laugh from how pathetic and desperate they were for him. he repeated the motion, only to test their reaction but he wasn't surprised to see that it had the same consequences as before. with the way his thumb worked over their clit and his fingers pumping slowly inside he could feel how he quickly brought them over the edge, even if they didn't even said anything and the only response was a moan they tried so bad to swallow to avoid drawing all the attention and how their insides clenched around him.
"nuh-uh. not yet. I haven't had my fun yet, so we should make it fair"
it was truly cruel how he suddenly withdrew his arm only to drink the last shot himself with a satisfied grin. however before they could complain he pulled their panties up back again and once again with surprising ease he threw them over their shoulder, even while their soft belly pressed against his broad shoulder, stood up and began making his way towards the staff only room that was destined to storage the rest of the bottles that could not be displayed due to lack of free space. both of them could only hear a yell from the bartender about unpaid bill, but it seemed that Adam did not gave a single care in the world. he was the first man, why he should care? the only thing he had on his mind right now was what position he wanted to fuck them as he entered the tight, dark space with drunk sheep-angel on his shoulder and locked the doors behind them. not like there was a lot of time to think, he already felt how horny his little lamb was earlier and who he was to deny them a little bit of pleasure? without a lot of debating he pressed their face into the wall and grabbed their hips with his claws, grinding his very obvious bulge against the other one's ass. there was no time for foreplay, it wasn't long before he pushed their panties and skirt down and tugged his own robe up, much to everyone's surprise without boxers in the way. his cock was already hard and leaking premium, the head of his cock rose red, clearly neglected and ready for some fun. he was about to start lubricating their asshole with his precum when they interrupted him.
"not there" the younger lamb said, saying a full, audible sentenced for the first time in what felt like an hour and arched their back only to push his dick a little bit down and make it point at their pussy. and that seemed to make Adam somehow even more eager.
he wasted no time in coating his whole length in their own fluids before he placed his tip against their entrance and without a warning pushed inside, filling them to the brim with very visible bulge right in the centre of the shorter one's lower stomach. they whined loudly at the unexpected feeling and he gave experimental thrust, with his free hand cupping the bulge on their stomach while he moved his hips really slowly in circles without pulling out.
"you're so good for daddy, yeah? you're so little I could just pick you up and use you as a fleshlight, do anything with you as I please. it's like your whole existence is only meant to be my cum dump"
involuntarily their hips twitched and that finally made Adam's snap out of it and set a rough, unforgiving pace. from slow teasing in seconds it turned into fast, rough sex, his hips hitting their ass over and over while he pushed their face more against the wall and grabbed one of their horns at the same time, making them bend even more, for him to get an even better angle. it was a win win right?
it would be too good If it was. even while they enjoyed being treated like that, who the fuck had sex with their crush's dad? Abel rejected them last week and they were already taking his father's cock, like some kind of sick, twisted revenge. were they trying to make him jealous? or it was purely for their own enjoyment, a moment to ignore the rules and take a break from everything going on around them. the disappointment that it wasn't the blonde man behind them still lingered somewhere around their mind but it was interrupted when Adam spun them around and placed their little hooved legs on his shoulder, putting them both in some kind of weird variant of mating press with them still being pressed against the wall and this time also with his chest. no words exchanged and he began pounding relentlessly even more, making them unable to form a single though, those with Abel included.
"you look like a fucking slut, taking my dick like you were made for it. you love daddy's cock, don't you doll?"
"don't worry. we just got started." he purred.
with how squeezed they were with their face almost fully absorbed by his hairy chest they barely catched the cocky look on his face, but even without any visuals just by his tone they immediately they were screwed. he started lazily once again, lazily but not gently nor soft by any means. he took full advantage of the new angle he could look at them and took a sweet while to move his hips in slow but eager pace, staring at how he disappeared inside them, making sure that they could feel every vein on his cock, especially the biggest one that started mid his cock and followed the length, ending right were his tip started. he swore he could look at it for the rest of his immortal life, how deeply inside he was of the little lamb, taking them in the most depraved and intimate way possible. well, he was about to if he didn't felt a small, impatient twitch of their sheep ear, he almost forgot he wasn't the only one to get enjoyment out of this whole ordeal. that's just who he was. taking mercy on them he snapped his hips, for the first time, then second, then third and after that once again he began abusing their whole like nothing else never mattered anyways. while his dick took care of their hole, his fingers found themselves wrapped around the base of their tail and then pressing in that one sensitive spot right under their tail, resulting in their insides clenching around him even more, no matter if they wanted it or not.
it didn't took long before they could feel the climax approaching, honestly they were surprised that they survived this long. fucking the self-called dickmaster and not cumming in the first five seconds? that was an achievement. the warmth slowly started to built up inside their lowers stomach and their hands, decorated with small sheep-like claws scratched his back, a little moan leaving his throat that made their eyes widen a little. and then, as a revenge he angled his dick the way he knew would make them come immediately. and he was right. watery liquids immediately squirted out of them and dripped down from their pussy and then onto the floor, making a nasty, dirty little puddle of their juices and his precum combined.
"see what happens when you pull shit like that? bad little lamb."
that should be unfair, he was nowhere near being done and the first climax already made them witty and dizzy in his arms, luckily strong enough to just hold them there against the wall and fuck them anyways. the tempo was unchanged, his hold on them leaving bruises that would definitely raise questions by other angels tomorrow when they start to bloom into colours of deep red and pale purple. they better start thinking about excuses soon. not like they cared much right now. they already began drooling on themselves long time ago from how overstimulated they were, not fully comprehending when his dick left or entered them. or maybe it was just alcohol. who knows.
"you don't have any say in this, got it sweetheart?"
"you're gonna pray after this that you got pregnant. who am I kidding, of course you will be pregnant after a breeding like this"
"you better remember for the next time who pounded you so good, kay? I don't get what you saw in that pathetic son of mine. he's a total pussy. and not the good kind too."
the coos and shushed hums quickly got too much again, however this time they could feel him slowly breaking too, his wings began twitching irregularly and his pace began to get sloppy, like he chased his own release. Adam's forehead pressed against their shoulder and he grabbed one of the younger one's horn, seemingly trying to steady himself, too bad with no avail. with him being on the last drops of his stamina he gave couple of final thrusts before he fully pressed them against the wall and came deep inside without even giving them a chance to try to break free and make him pull out. there's no way he would ever let them make him pull out.
they both stayed this way for a couple of minutes, his soft dick stirring hot, fertile cum inside them, like it wanted to push it inside their womb to reach their egg cells as fast as possible. and when he finally pulled out with a wet plop, even while a lot of cum sloshed out of their used hole and made the puddle on the floor even bigger, most of it stayed inside, like it knew it was made to be inside them, to keep them well bred and pregnant like a good little breeding sheep.
"ouwp" that was the only word they could say, if it could be counted as a word because Adam definitely interpreted it as a small, pathetic whine. despite their abused hole still aching he carefully set them on a crate of alcohol and picked up their panties and skirt up.
"you're a mess doll, huh?" he hummed and then noticed more cum pouring out. "ey, what the fuck? stay inside"
he groaned to himself and for the last time plunged his fingers inside them to keep his cum deeply implanted, took them out and then helped them put their panties back on, sealing his cum inside them for good.
"you were good baby. great even"
he whispered uncharacteristically soft with a small but not shy at all kiss to their lips, like it was supposed to fix the bruises on their thighs where he gripped to hard. and then, like he snapped out of it he threw them a small bag of tissues with a cocky smirk with something only they could identify underneath.
"the tissues are all I have. when you get home you better go into the shower. you stink."
and then he left. they were disappointed, fucking them like that and leaving immediately after telling them they smelled bad? It seemed that the father was exactly as bad as the son. their eyes watered up, how they could be so stupid to get banged and then left alone like a whore? they took the tissues from the floor and with shaky, exhausted hands their hands lifted their pencil skirt and began cleaning themselves.
well, they were about to clean themself but the moment they saw his phone number written on one of their thighs with a little doodle heart attached their tears stopped. they had no idea how he managed to acquire a marker here, not even mentioning how he wrote on their body with them noticing but they couldn't help, but smile. they made a mental note to call him later and now, with much better mood continued cleaning themselves.