Just wanna be | wanna bewitch you in the moonlight

[privatelylustful]

[The world is new and he is new. There are all sorts of new instincts swimming through his mind - new words and ideas and thoughts that swim through his body. He's less bothered by his beautiful wings molting. There are new feathers growing in and they are gorgeous. Blue and green and purple with a glorious gold and purple and blue eye on the edge of each feather.

Somehow none of it matters and all of it matters but he has his rules and his things to do. It is a dry desert and the only person who can make it bloom belongs to him.

It's only fair. He has saved them and if his brother asked he would be with him with these new skills and these new feelings. It's like he's always known these things and he's seen humans do this. There's a vague memory of agreeing to it, of angels and demons sitting at a table to discuss how humans operate.

It's worth questioning.

If these are instincts for humans that he is somehow coming to understand. Wrapped in a black and gold loincloth, he stands a few feet away and watches her work.]

...The world only blooms for two people. For Her - and for you. [He smiles, and it's one full of innocence. He is crafted to be perfect and unlike his brother, he remains still beautiful. Still beloved.

Even if he doesn't feel like it anymore.]

...You have a wonderful gift.

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[sathan]

( somehow his words spark something within her, a brightness, something that warms her and she always feels happier for it. it's not just that he's her only positive contact but that she's become fond of him, of their conversations.

her head dips slide at his praise, smile widening, tilting her head so she can continue looking at him )

You can eat them.

( her hand moves to rest on his, her other hand picking a couple more berries and eating them herself )

Your kind are unique but I still need all of this. So I created myself a garden to provide what I needed.

[privatelylustful]

[When her hand touches his his chest flutters before he reaches down to pick up one and then nibbling at them. Human beings are all sensation and he's still not used to that - sometimes it feels like his physical sensations are heightened - addicting - like he should do more with it but gosh those berries are good.

Picking up one he offers it to her. Distantly a serpent offers an apple. Two creatures, lost in a different garden-

A better one.

There's one horrible moment that he thinks he wants to touch her lips, to touch her like these berries, gentle pulling and picking and nudging.]

...What's the word. Michael was talking about it.

Delicious?

Those are delicious.

[sathan]

They are.

( rather than pluck the berry from his fingers to eat it she leans to his hand, eating it straight from his fingers. he'll find if they traversed the rest of the garden that she liked everything in it and perhaps that was by design, that only fruits that lilith enjoyed would ever grow. her own delights )

And almost a shame that no one else would enjoy them.

( those that look down on her look down on this, finding themselves better than it )

[privatelylustful]

[His hand moves back to her lips, gently, gently brushing juice off with his thumb and finger before that same jolt of something moves through him.

He can feel his wings flutter.]

I'll enjoy them.

And if you want to ...if you want me to find people who will love them I suppose I could.

[This is Lucifer's woman. That hits him. This is his woman but he treats her so poorly and she's not some sort of pet, sitting here in a pen like they had been up there...

There's a hole in his heart but surprisingly something drips into it and he moves the hand that touched her to her cheek. It rests there.]

You deserve that. I mean you make people happy. I'm happy, I'm happy for the first time since I fell...

[It bursts out and his heart hovers. He takes a step closer to her half in fear of Lucifer and half in fear of the world around them. His wings are out out of his own accord -

But they've changed. Instead of that pure white, the glory of heaven, they shine, now blue, now black, now green. They shine in her grove, glimmering like gems.]

[sathan]

( it's a simple touch, the hand on her cheek but her eyes close, nuzzling slightly into his hand. and it's one of the first times that someone has touched her, has given her simple affection and it's as if her heart bursts, the simple joy of someone touching her, of saying such kind things to her when the rest of her existence is cruelty or spent alone )

You make me happy.

( it's a whispered admission as if she's embarrassed about it. he praises her so much but she feels lesser than them even with what she can do, unworthy in their presence.

but not in his. he raises her up, makes her feel loved and treasured. worshipped. and she loves him for it.

her hand comes up to rest on his, a slight tilt of her head so that her lips can brush the palm of his hand, the briefest of kisses before she whispers again )

You make me happier than I've ever known. As if this is all worth it.

[privatelylustful]

[Something stirs between his loins, beneath the cloth he'd wrapped around himself. The organs of this body were just that and there, but this one...this one was active and strange and moving.]

He will build a new world for us. A free one. And we will help him rule it, we will have a say for the first time in our existence...

[His body tingles and he swallows. Everything tingles, like it's alight with the same electricity he'd used to ride with wild abandon. that thought makes him sad, but turning to look at her his body continues to stiffen, especially between the legs, but he lowers his head.]

I was going to show you - after you healed them - my wings grew back.

[They hover over the two of them for a moment but suddenly none of it matters. He takes another step toward her, the air pulsing between them.]

...It's not- you healed them and I thought you should know - you did such good work.

[sathan]

( her head lifts up from his, wide-eyed curiosity at his statement )

I'd like to see them.

( properly, not just around them. she makes a gesture for him to stay still as she steps around him, gazing silently at his wings.

and then he'll feel her hand on his back, resting just over where the wound had been, fingers brushing over his feathers as she lightly caresses his back )

They're beautiful.

( the colour of his wings waa incredible now. he'll feel her touch for only seconds more before she ducks back around, resting a hand on his cheek )

You're beautiful.

( there's a slight sway of her body as she leans into him to rest a hand on his chest, body brushing against his and-- )

Oh--

( it surprises her, the firm contact pressing against her from between his legs and she looks down between them, not pulling away from him but entirely curious )

I want to see. ( it's whispered, head coming back up at look into his eyes ) I want to see all of you.

[privatelylustful]

[There's this idea in his head that he should be proud of this. It's a sudden dark tendril of a thought as he unwraps the cloth around his waist to reveal his cock - that's the word his brother said it was - cock. It's impressive in size and length and he stares at it before something unreadable passes over his features.

He moves his hand to it, shakily, before pulling it away.]

...It's because you're beautiful. And you're nice to me.

[He laughs weakly.]

...There's nothing wrong with it right?

[sathan]

( there's a slight blush that creeps into her at his compliment, at the reaction of his cock being because of her )

There's nothing wrong.

( she steps from him, giving a long look over his body, letting her gaze linger on his cock before she looks back into his eyes. and there's something slightly different about her expression, something more mischievous mixed with her innocence.

it's an impulse that causes her to act next, reaching for the bottom of the fabric she uses to cover her, pulling it over her head and discarding it by the side of her. her hands nervously hover in front of her before falling to her sides, showing herself to him just as he'd shown himself for her )

All of you is beautiful, Asmodeus. Let no one tell you otherwise.

[privatelylustful]

[Later - in his darkest moments - he will remember this. When he is battle scarred and an angry bureaucrat drunk on pleasure he will remember these perfect early days. All of you is beautiful It keeps him from going mad.

But oh. She's gorgeous and his legs wobble ever so slightly before he moves to her and drops back. Angels aren't built for this.]

...Your kindness keeps me going.

[He steps close, wings out and wide. His legs clench but he keeps calm before taking a step to her.]

Can I ...can I touch you?

[sathan]

( she nods but it's lilith who makes that first move, curiosity in her desires and something else as if she instinctively knows what to do because after all she was created as the wife.

her hands run up his arms, one settling on his chest, the other coming to rest on the back of his neck, gentle caress of her fingers before she guides him down to her, reaching on her tiptoes to kiss him, soft brush of her lips against his, almost tentative.

and then she leans more into him, kissing him again, each for the moment brief, breasts pressing against his chest as their bodies lean flush against each other and the hand that's on his chest falls away.

moments later he'll feel a light brush of her fingers against his cock, a hesitant motion, a gentle touch to just feel it. and then a little more curiosity takes her, fingertips running down the length of him, for now doing nothing more than just exploring )

[privatelylustful]

[For one moment he nearly sheds his skin. He can't - he can't ever return to his celestial form entirely but he still feels it and this ...this is her. How could something this powerful, this kind, this loving not be her?

What we do as demons. her fingers brush his length and he shudders, gently... Can it be good?

He doesn't want her to run or flee so he pulls her gently toward him and moves to press his lips to hers. He shouldn't have this instinct but his tongue moves to probe between her lips the moment they touch as he presses his forehead to hers.

Standing so close, he doesn't want anyone to see this. It hurts to think about but at any moment, at any moment Lucifer could come or She could be watching-

So in a moment the light around them is shaded away. She's in a nest of feathers, standing close to him.]

...Keep the sun off. So-

Being burned. It's not...so fun.

[All of his words are gone]

[sathan]

( it feels so much more intimate being tucked away in his feathers, their own private space in this garden of hers )

What does it feel like? ( and then to make sure he knows what she means she strokes down his length again ) This, when I touch you.

( she presses a kiss to his jaw before leaning her forehead against him, relaxing, the only movement coming from her being the feathery touch of her fingertips along his cock as she continues her strokes )

[privatelylustful]

Good.

[Pause. He doesn't have words for something that makes him so comfortable. His feathers flutter and he tightens around her gently. One hand slides of it's own violation to her breast and rests there, tentatively his touch gentle and then-

His kiss is tentative. One day it will be hot and heavy and dangerous. Now here he is shy because he cares.]

...Like you're helping me fly again. Like the lightning I used to ride.
[He shifts, sitting so he can keep his feathers around her. His eyes shine and his hand begins to gently trace his fingers across the underside of her breast.]

[sathan]

( her hand continues with these slow motions, not yet trying to do any more but also not stimulating him enough yet to do more than simply feel good.

which is also how he makes her feel, the touch of his lips on hers, something that lilith is very receptive too, drawing his touch into her, softly sighing as his hand brushes under her breast. and she finds that she wants more of it, wanting his hands on her, even just to be held.

she breaks the kiss after a few moments, leaning back so she can look at him )

Would you kneel for me?

( she wants to be closer to him, even just to have her body curled against his in this cocoon, not wanting to lose this feeling that he's given to her. if he does kneel he'll find that she very carefully seats herself in his lap, their bodies pressed flush together, another light kiss pressed to his lips )

[privatelylustful]

[He kneels and wonders if he could do anything else for her. There are instincts and urges swirling within him. There is something about humanity that intrigues him. The tragedy is that it's superficial but here, here he wants to make an effort.

His hand on her breast moves a little faster, sliding fingers to her nipple gently, ever so gently as he's curious.

When her kiss touches his he cups her cheek and meets her gaze.]

...You are so kind. None of us deserve your kindness. [Not especially his brother but he kisses and deepens it. Ever so slightly. He could maintain his hard-on for eons because every time he thinks he's exhausted, that this energy could go away...

He just has to look at her as his wings wrap tighter around them before his fingers trace over her nipple gently.]

I'm supposed to know how these things work.

I want to make you happy. You deserve to be happy this isn't bad or wrong what makes you happy?

[sathan]

You do.

( all of her words cone now as whispers, intimate little offerings meant only for his ears, protected by his wings around her. she feels safe in this little bubble, his fingers causing her to relax under his touch.

and there's a dampness that slowly forms between her legs, a feeling within her that wants him. but she's hesitant to go further than his hands on her even though she wants it, scarred by the last time someone touched her.

she kisses him a little firmer, resting her hands on the back his head )

I want you. It's all I want. ( she doesn't know how to say it but he's the light in her life, the one thing making her happy amid all of this pain and cruelty everyone else shows her. being here with him now, hearing such words from him, feeling his touch, that it's her causing it-- her heart could burst with how happy she is )

I want you to touch me but--

( she bites her lip a little nervously. she's enjoyed his kisses, the touch on her breast. it isn't his touch that's an issue )

[privatelylustful]

...But?

[There's energy between them and his mind fills in the blank lust but she says she wants him and the only person - the only being who has ever said that was her.

The only being that has ever wanted him was her.

The hole in his heart, in his soul, is profound. Nothing will ever fill it. That's his cross to bear long before crosses exist. This...This comes close.]

...We could just...

Sit here but...

I could make you feel so good...

[His kiss presses to her again and it's deep. Deeper then anything he's offered her before before he pulls back and cups her cheek, looking into her eyes.

There's nothing but love there, in his golden gaze. He looks like the angel he once was.]

...I don't want you to be sad.

[sathan]

I believe you.

( and she trusts him. he's only ever offered her kindness, wanted to protect her and lift her up, she doesnt feel like he could hurt her )

I want you to but--

( she flusters on her words, the woman with a careful confidence becoming slowly bolder is very nervous under his touch, head dipping slightly as if she's embarrassed to meet his gaze as she admits this )

I don't know what it'll be like. I know that you're kind but-- I'm afraid.

( there's impulses in her body wanting this, her own thoughts telling her yes-- she needs to relax, to feel secure in that as she does just being with him. because she knows he'll be gentle with her )

[privatelylustful]

...I don't know either.

[Taking himself in his hand, briefly, staring down at it, he shudders in response before pulling away quickly.]

I've never...done anything like this before. My brother - Lucifer - He told me that this was my calling. That I was supposed to...to know these things and make sure they were punished if they did it wrong...

[He pauses] ...Did someone make you afraid?

[A dilemma forms in his mind. There is someone who could cause fear - who mingled love and fear and heartbreak - but if he had hurt her he would be unable to protect her...his hands stop stroking her breasts for a moment. His wings are in an in-between stage. Not quite angel, not quite demon, they smell like sandalwood - like musk and spices and a faint under smell of fire.

He shifts her so she's inches away from him, eyes lowered.]

I will never hurt you or make you afraid and if I do you can kill me. Holy water kills us you know that.

[sathan]

I don't want to kill you.

( and that thought hurts her, the thought of losing him and it's reflected in her expression.

but he'd asked her question and as much as lilith avoids talking about the garden-- this she needs to talk about, so he can help her, can protect her against it )

Adam wanted to do this, tried to.

( she'd refused, he'd gotten a little more forceful but it hadn't gone all of the way. with asmodeus now it feels different, it feels safer, pleasant and unlike with adam she wants this )

I know you wouldn't hurt me as he did. You're kind. And I feel safe with you.

( loved but it's a word she can't yet say )

[privatelylustful]

[Sitting here, with her in the safety of his arms and wings, he almost says well of course you feel safe, I'm an angel.

But he's not. Not anymore. And she believes he can be kind? That he can't hurt people? He knows he hurt Her, that his decision to follow Lucifer down hurt her and for one moment he glances skyward. When his gaze returns to her his eyes are filled with tears.]

I don't deserve that.

[Leaning forward, lips to hers, forehead pressed to hers, his hand finds the nape of her neck and strokes it gently.]

But ...Thank you.

[They laugh. They talk and he can't stop watching her and is this her or is this some perverse new instinct because he...

The next words are mumbled despite the growing need between his legs. Ignoring his own wellspring of emotions he meets her gaze and tries, tries to pour as much love as a demon can into the world between them.]

I don't want to ruin you. I don't want to ruin or destroy you because I think you - you might be the most beautiful thing - the most beautiful thing I've seen in a very, very long time...

[He wants to babble but instead he kisses her again to shut himself up. He could die here. Now. Happy.]

[sathan]

( his words and consideration fill her with joy, the fact that he thinks so highly of her--

but she's also hsppy to kiss him, a tempting probe with her tongue against his lips, mimicking what he'd done earlier, deepening the kiss.

and this time she kisses him until her lungs burn, a gasped breath for air before she kisses him again, briefer this time until she no longer can kiss him, heavy breaths as she rests her forehead against him.

seconds pass of lilith just catching her breath. and then she shifts slightly, little raise of her hips, her hand moving between them and taking his cock )

I want this. You.

( because to her he's not ruining her but freeing her. though her nerves had calmed under the kissing they rise a little now that she's doing it but lilith takes a breath. and slowly she lowers herself onto him.

there's a small sound that lilith tries to conceal, the pain of taking him in. it's not just that he's large but because she's not relaxed enough, nerves causing her body to tense up, making her tighter than she already should be and it means that she can't take much of him in, that it's uncomfortable. but she doesn't know how it should feel, assumes that it'll feel better because why else would she want this?

lilith kisses him again, letting herself get used to the feel of him in her before she slowly rocks her hips )

[privatelylustful]

[When she guides him into her (there is only him and here now, he is quite sure that it would take God herself to part them because not even his brother could stand between them-) his eyes widen in shock.

She is warm and alive and living and this celestial thing in a human body wants to weep. His fingers find her hair on instinct as he thrusts - a half hearted movement into her because that noise of pain and - did it hurt?

Could something like this, truly like this, hurt?

Later, much later, when he is old and bitter and nothing is good and new he will know that yes, it can, but here and now there is only the two of them and he loves humanity. It was all worth it for them, for her, for these strange funny little beings who were so capable...

As she grinds, rocking atop him, he drags his kisses from her lips, down her jaw to her neck planting gentle sucking bites and kisses along her collarbone. A fleeting thought passes his mind - if Lucifer sees - if he knows - but it's gone in a haze. She is hers and he is hers and they are one here and now and the hole in his soul feels like it's being filled up.

As she grinds, his own motion picks up. She at least has some experience - perhaps - she knows what goes where - so he should follow her yes? Follow her lead, thank her for this because all he knows is how to praise other beings...

His mouth is throaty and breath dry and hot as he pulls away from her skin.]

I love you so much.

[Before he is back, to kiss and bite, like a kitten, like a tiger.]

[sathan]

( lilith's almost glad when his kisses drift, letting her turn her head from him, giving him better room to kiss her but also granting her some cover, not wanting him to see her like this. because it hurts.

there'd been an instinct in her that had told her it would be good, that made this seem like a wonderful idea but part of her's now wondering if that were another false idea by god and men to get her to do what they wanted, for them to have their pleasure (because adam had certainly want this) and for her to bear the consequence from it. pain. children.

but-- asmodeus isn't adam. his thrusts are slow, he's still kissing her and-- then he tells her that he loves her.

it brings her back to him, firm kiss at his lips, her heart pouring into him. and she grinds a little quicker, a little more effort which presses more of him into her. the kiss stops her from sounding, the only indication perhaps being in the increased pressure of her fingers on the back of his head. but she keeps up her new pace, not wanting to disappoint him, trying to chase that promised pleasure her instinct had told her about )