Archive of Our Own

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Lilith had been here long enough that she'd started to accumulate things. Possessions to call her very own. This, that, the other. She had stuff now.

Most of it was things she'd collected from town, purely utilitarian. Sturdy clothing, tools for the upkeep of her home, cookware and bedding. For a long while, she'd had nothing other than the bare essentials.

But Lilith had been in the town of Marsham for a year and a half now. Plenty of time to find her footing, establish herself, move past survival and start working on comfort. Oh sure, it was nowhere near her former glorious lifestyle. Being first the Daughter of Hatred, a Lord in her own right, and then the mate of a particularly frivolous angel had meant she lived lavishly. Lilith had never wanted for much when it came to home and goods.

These days, she made do with much less. It hadn't rankled, per se, but she'd been keenly aware of it. Although she hadn't exactly had a choice in the matter, Lilith could admit her mortal home was at least getting more comfortable now.

Some of her keepsakes she had found out in the world. Like most towns, Marsham was surrounded by wilderness, the closest town being Wortham several miles to the North-East. Once one strayed too far from the gates and main road it became a wild free-for-all with the local flora and fauna. Or the bandits. Or the cultists. Or, hell, the occasional roving pack of demons.

Surprising to some (but not to most), Lilith had zero issue cutting down any and all of these things if they posed a threat to her. During one of his visits, she'd managed to pester Inarius into providing her with some armaments; a few daggers, various throwable potions… and a crossbow. With these, she was perfectly content to go out for a little adventure now and then, and bring back whatever she found. Even if whatever she found turned out to be a bunch of self-made dead bodies.

Treasures, gold, armor and old weaponry, she came by plenty of it.

Most of it she sold. A few things she kept though, such as the bottle of liquid rainbow that perched brightly on one of her shelves.

Admittedly though, many of her most prized possessions came from Inarius.

He was not bound to one location as she was. From what Lilith had gathered, the angel had never been truly pinned down by his brother and lackeys, and thus remained free. Unlike her. The Horadrim had taken great care to make sure Lilith could not leave this town for long, and even then, she could only go so far before she was literally (and painfully) teleported back.

The Horadrim had been very clear about her limits, and absolute when they cast the binding spell upon her. Tyrael's influence, no doubt. Possibly Rathma's, but her son had been kept away from majority of plans concerning her.

Lilith wasn't sure what to make of that; her son should have had the most say in her fate, given their relationship. Yet he'd willingly put the responsibility in the Horadrim's hands instead. He must have realized his own lack of clarity where she was concerned.

This did mean that instead of sweet, manipulatable Linarian, Lilith was stuck with the iron fist of Tyrael holding her leash. Flirting with the man was like trying to beguile a brick wall, and other manipulations fell similarly away. He was stoic and steadfast. So annoying.

Inarius had no such issue. He went where he pleased, and did as he liked, and no one could tell him to do otherwise.

Every so often he'd bring her prizes to show for it. Gifts.

It had been this and that at first. Random things. Exotic snacks. Weird stones. Pieces of seaglass. A pretty vase, which she put the stones, seaglass and some wildflowers in. A set of dyes, which she used sparingly to add a bit of pizazz to her wardrobe. Nicer thread, quality fabrics. He'd even gotten her half a bolt of shining silk. She'd need a proper seamstress to make use of it, but still, Lilith hoarded that particular gift away keenly.

Another staple of his gift-giving was ingredients. Usually an exotic spice or fruit, but sometimes he'd bring her things for potion-crafting. Elixirs weren't something she was particularly well-versed in, but Lilith could certainly figure out what she was supposed to do.

Lilith had been surprised and delighted when he brought her several bottles of Death's Breath. Where exactly he'd gotten the essence of the Reapers, she could not get him to admit. She sequestered these away for unforeseen uses.

Unfortunately, that particular gift had lead to a bit of aggravation from their offspring.

Oh, Rathma was well a-fucking-ware that his father paid her visits. For all that Tyrael was in charge around here, the nephalem still visited her semi-regularly. He could sense the angel when he skulked about, even smell him in the house if he'd been there recently. He didn't like it, Lilith knew…but he also said nothing to Tyrael about it.

She was having increasing trouble figuring out her son's motivations in that regard.

At least she could be bitterly pleased that he'd taken her lessons on not trusting anyone with everything to heart. Particularly if they were family.

He definitely noticed that she had something to do with Death in the house though, and spent a few hours glaring suspiciously. Lilith hid behind a flat, equally suspicious stare in return. Vaguely, it amazed her that he hadn't flipped her cabin over looking for the bloody things. Maybe he just had some decency. She wouldn't know.

After that, Lilith had sweetly but firmly told Inarius to be more careful about what he brought her. The angel seemed to take that to heart, fortunately.

His next gift was a sizable emerald.

Lilith…actually really enjoyed that. Not only was it a powerful gem, but it reminded her of, well, of herself. As she'd once been. Maybe that was why Inarius brought it.

The angel had started bringing her more stones, some fancy, some interesting, some just plane but from a unique location. For lack of anything better to do with it all, Lilith started a rock collection.

Of course, there were an awful lot of rocks on Sanctuary, ranging from plain old pebbles to earth-shatteringly powerful stones. Gems held their own innate powers, but there were also those that had been crafted or worked on to hold specific powers. Lilith did not expect to own any of these - her blades were already pushing it - and yet, Inarius dropped a positively loaded Gem of Efficacious Toxin into her hands as if it were nothing special.

As if he hadn't just dropped the ability to kill a man with a pin prick into her hands.

Lilith could use that. Would use that. Inarius did not seem to care.

As much as she appreciated what he'd gifted to her, it felt like uncomfortably dangerous territory, and Lilith started being a little more firm about what he brought her. She never asked for anything outright, but if he was determined to trade gifts for a night on her floor, or her stitch work, or sometimes just her company, then Lilith had no qualms about dropping hints about what she might like.

They understood each other too well. That was why their little business of trading goods and services worked out.

Lilith knew her angel was too proud to accept her charity, and she wasn't all that charitable to begin with. He would not take something she offered without payment. Conversely, she would not give anything if something were not given in exchange. Honestly, she preferred their relationship this way. It felt less personal, far less intimate, and more businesslike. They were two hated creatures, two ancient creators with no allies in their corner. Push came to shove, and they wouldn't even count on each other. But they could benefit one another.

What they had now was more akin to…a truce. They had needs. They knew the other would not meet those needs without equivalent exchange, but that those needs could be met all the same.

They were able to work with each other.

Life in Marsham was peaceful, even boring. Lilith's sole bits of excitement came in the form of visitors, be it the Horadrim, her offspring, or her old lover (And the occasional wandering demon). At least Inarius generally brought something interesting with him (even if it were a new open-wound and a lot of blood on her floor); the others only ever brought a headache. Usually, he brought far more pleasant things with him though. Gifts, of course. And himself.

Through the powers that be, somehow Inarius was solely responsible for keeping her satisfied. Carnally.

Lilith had surveyed her options among the mortals, and not found anyone to please her. Mortal men and women really weren't her taste, not unless she had an ulterior motive for them. No, if Lilith took a partner then she preferred someone of age with her. She also preferred actual experience, thank you very much. At least when Inarius bit her cunt it was on purpose.

To her surprise and slight dismay, she'd run into several willing demons since she'd started adventuring. One memorable occasion had another succubus kneeling before her in want, offering her tongue and fingers in exchange for a taste of Marsham's flock of men. Lilith had violently sent the little demon on its way, thoroughly unsettled by the whole thing, and bathed until her water ran cold.

Being human made things that had once been so normal feel completely alien to her. It wasn't something she liked to dwell on.

Unfortunately, Lilith's specific taste meant there was no one around on a regular basis to take care of her needs. And even when he did show up, she and Inarius didn't always have sex. She was starting to get bored. And lonely. And needy.

One did not abandon such a long life as a seductress easily after all.

And so, Lilith had started dropping some very specific hints. She could swear Inarius had laughed at her, even without a voice. Jackass. And a hypocrite!

He did as she asked though.

After she'd started hassling him for them, he brought her the occasional sex toy among his gifts. Her fingers were only so interesting after all, and she couldn't exactly expect the Horadrim to help out in this regard. Marsham was known to her now, but they did not have any kind of trader for that sort of ware (or if they did, she was not privy to it). Once she'd convinced Inarius to bring her something lewd, these turned out to be mutually beneficial gifts; she'd happily use them on him, as well as herself.

She couldn't be positive, but he seemed to like sucking an ivory cock that she'd fucked herself with, and Lilith used that to her fullest advantage. He still liked the taste of her. Her cunt could attest to that.

Honestly though, they did not fuck often. (Not nearly enough.) Neither wanted to push the already strained tethers of whatever relationship this was, and Lilith in particular was concerned about what might happen if he got too attached to her. Again.

Best to keep the angel in her good graces, but also at an arm's length.

For as many things as he'd brought her, Inarius didn't actually visit her all too often either. Once every few months, maybe. Half the time she didn't actually see him. She'd find some little good - fancy coffee, a new rock, some strange little plant - and find the pillows of her guest room were not where she'd left them.

Lilith wasn't crazy about this particular habit of his. She did not like the idea of someone coming and going without her knowledge, even if it was her crazy ex. …And she was well aware that she should perhaps be more concerned about her crazy ex breaking in than she actually was. There wasn't a whole lot she could do to stop him though, not without utterly ruining what they had here.

At least Inarius wouldn't hurt her, she was almost positive.

Not unless she gave him reason to of course.

On the occasion that she actually saw him, there was a slight chance they'd fuck hard, and be on their respective ways. Usually though, she offered tea or something, and to have a look at any injuries he might've sustained. He'd give her his latest trinket, offer news of the world beyond the local villages. Maybe even beyond Sanctuary. With how often Inarius came to her with something open that needed closing, her stitches were getting significantly better.

It had been a while since she'd seen the angel. Not since late winter, which had melted into spring, with summer just around the corner. Lilith didn't bother worrying - if something had gone wrong, she was typically first to know. No news was good news, and all that.

Still, she was getting bored. He was due for a visit.

Lilith was out on her porch, leaning over the railing, and idly watching Marsham's residents go about their day down the road. The Horadrim had the forethought to get her a house that wasn't directly on top of the locals, affording her some relative privacy. A mug of coffee, mostly gone, dangled from her right hand.

It was mid-morning now, and life in the town was well underway. Said town was so damn peaceful. Lilith didn't know what to do with it.

Was it really her fate now to just…live? Unbothered, uneventful life?

She took another sip of her drink, and grimaced. It was going cold.

Ever since she'd first come afoul of her father's Hatred, Lilith had been determined to be the master of her own fate. She had forged her own path. She had her hopes and dreams, and everything she'd ever done had been in service of those dreams.

And now, here she was. A dreadfully peaceful, terribly bored, mortal woman.

She had once longed for such peace. Inarius had built for them its illusion, and in doing so, sealed their fate to never know true reprieve again. They had damned themselves with their union. Or so she'd thought.

As though summoned by the thought of him, Lilith heard a very distinct clatter of metal-on-wood from inside her cabin.

A smile tugged at Lilith's lips.

Excitement had finally arrived.

The former demoness dumped the rest of her drink over the railing (far too cold to be worthwhile), and headed back inside. To her amusement, she found the awkwardly large form of Inarius puttering about her living room, already tidying up. It was slightly comical, watching the armored angel oh-so-delicateyl pick around and gently interact with her furniture and fixtures. He was constantly ducking the chandelier, and if he'd still had a halo Lilith had no doubt he would have taken it out and set the whole house ablaze by now. At least Inarius knew to be careful. He was the stickler for neatness, and Lilith…was not.

"I see the maid service has arrived." Lilith airily commented.

Inarius, who was fluffing a pillow, tilted his head in acknowledgement at her without stopping his task. He moved onto the next pillow.

"Anything broken? Puncture wounds, rips, tears, poisoning?" She asked on her way to the wash-basin. Inarius shook his head, set his pillow down, and started folding her afghan. On the coffee table, Lilith noted, was a brown-paper package that hadn't been there before. A good size one too.

Oh, she was getting treated today. How lovely~

"Good! Nice not to worry about your blood staining my floor for once." Lilith chirped brightly. "Hm, do you think this place is sanctified? With how much 'holy spirit' you've spilled all over the place?"

Turning, she found Inarius giving her a baffled look. That wasn't how it worked, and they both knew it.

Whether or not she meant blood or…other such 'holy spirit'... Well, Lilith was no prim and proper maiden.

"You're fun to tease." She snickered by way of explanation, and went back to the task at hand. Carefully she rinsed her mug with a bit of water and soap, and set it on a towel to dry. Boring. Mundane. When she turned back around, Inarius had hunted down the odd assortment of coats and jackets that Lilith had lying around, and had them all draped over one arm while critically eyeballing her closet She preferred to simply drape them over the nearest convenient surface, but Inarius was very insistent about hanging them all up together. Equally boring. Horridly mundane.

How had they ever gotten so domesticated?

"Some of those are dirty y'know." Lilith walked over to lean against the back of the couch. "Dirt, blood, grime and the like. Maybe they shouldn't go in the closet with my clean things."

Inarius gave her a look. He signed, with one hand, and went back to what he was doing.

"Yeah yeah, laundry day is coming up. Hey, maybe you could stick around and wash my panties for me, since you're usually the one messing them up anyway. Wouldn't that be a hoot." Lilith giggled to herself. She giggled harder when Inarius froze, and stared at her out of the corner of his eyes.

"What? You like doing laundry that much?" She teased. Of course, she knew exactly what had him stalling out mid-task.

Inarius simply chuffed at her. Then he pointed at the package on her coffee table. Lilith smiled winningly, and bounced over to her couch before collapsing dramatically into it. There may have been eons of bad blood between them, but he still made her feel lighter than air. Especially now that she was a human, and the all-consuming Hatred of being Mephisto's Daughter wasn't such a heavy mantle on her shoulders.

She scooped up his newest gift to her.

"I- well damn, this has some heft." Lilith tested the weight of the package in her hands a few times. "What did you bring me?"

Inarius tilted his head at her, and cocked his hip slightly. Lilith stared for a moment, before a slow smile crept up her face. Oh, sometimes she loved that angel. It was so good to have someone want her again.

"Oh I see~ Well in that case, let me pee first, then we can open it." Lilith pushed to her feet, stepped over and yanked him down by the hair so she could kiss him on the nose. She had a good feeling about what he'd brought her. A very good feeling.

"Why don't you head to the bedroom? There's probably a thing or two that needs folding in there too."

Then she licked his cheek for good measure (old habit) and pranced away when he gave her a playful shove away.

Lilith went and took care of business, practically skipping her way to and from the bathroom. (Surprising, but not unwelcome; Marsham was big enough for plumbing. Thank fuck.) Where earlier she'd been bored and despondent, Inarius's abrupt arrival had energized her. Maybe not only because he obviously wanted to fuck her.

She didn't have an honest explanation for why she got so happy when he came around. Lilith firmly told herself it was a break from the monotony. Inarius changed things up for her. He pleased her. He gave her something to do, of course she would enjoy that when it happened.

It was not, however, an honest answer.

(She was still a demon, for Hell's sake, and demons didn't do honesty. Besides, she was ever the self-preservationist, and loving the angel once had been her downfall. It simply would not do to fall in love with him all over again.)

(Lilith didn't actually have any more falling to do.)

After she'd finished up, the mortal demon wandered to her bedroom, and found Inarius sizing up her dirty clothes pile. In the short time she'd been gone, he had made the whole bed, and put her shoes back in order. Now, he watched the offending garments like a predator watching prey.

"Silly angel. How exactly do you feel about maid-outfits?" Lilith nonchalantly asked. "I think you'd look darling in one. Since you behave like a scullery maid anyway, you may as well look the part, yes?"

Inarius cocked his head in thought, and then made a swishing motion with the robes at his waist. Huh, apparently he was onboard. Lilith filed that thought - and accompanying mental image - away for later.

"Sooo~?" Lilith coyly drew the syllable out, and stepped up to her partner. He motioned towards the bed, where he'd set her package.

Giddy with anticipation, she hopped up onto the bed and started undoing the ties. Inarius carefully sat beside her, the bed creaking in protest.

"If you were naked, the bed wouldn't hate you so much." Lilith sweetly told him. She was half teasing, half-serious (that armor was heavy), and much more focussed on her task. Brown paper was tearing away in her hands, revealing an elegant wooden box.

There was a thunk as Inarius's gauntlet hit the ground next to her pile o' laundry. She was mildly surprised he'd taken her words seriously.

While Inarius fiddled with the other gauntlet, Lilith opened her box. It was a surprisingly nice box, lacquered finish and even engraved at the corners. Inside though, was a set.

A very nice, shiny and new set.

"Well I'll be damned all over again." Lilith murmured as she plucked at one of the toys. "Did you commission these?" The set he brought her consisted mainly of beads and plugs, several uniquely carved false cocks… and a leather harness.

It was too perfectly untouched for her to imagine he'd stolen them, not unless he'd gotten very lucky and robbed some poor soul before they'd gotten a chance to use it. It all matched perfectly, mostly silver and black leather. Inarius simply shrugged. He'd gotten the other gauntlet off, and was prying off the clasps for his breastplate.

Lilith turned to blatantly ogle her partner while he stripped.

Angelic bodies would never cease to amaze her. She was aware that Inarius wasn't exactly a standard example of an angel, not anymore, but he still straddled that line between physical and aetherael. His skin had an internal glow to it, and was a little bit hard for her human eye to look at. But she could still pick out all the important bits; the curve of muscle on his belly, the line of his pecs. That pretty little inlet where his throat started, and that perfect spot where jaw met neck.

There was still an ugly, raised up scar from their amateur cauterization attempts on his chest, glowing more than the rest of his skin. There were also various mostly-healed areas that Lilith remembered stitching back together herself, along with many, many scars she had no answer for. Probably from her father, if she had to guess. His hands were the worst. They looked like they'd been flayed, or maybe had all the skin burned away. From experience, Lilith knew it took many, many injuries for an angel to stay damaged like this.

But Inarius was still beautiful, in or out of his armor. His skin was silken smooth where it wasn't torn, and had even gained a bit of shine to it. Good, he was in better health than the last time she'd seen him.

He was more careful about setting the breastplate, and the accompanying under-armor down. While the angel stretched a bit (must've been nice to finally get out of his armor), Lilith set her box on the bed, pulling a few items out of the plush interior. Her fingers ghosted over the plugs which were studded with little rhinestones. She probed at the false cocks; one was definitely human, but the other three…not so much.

He had to have commissioned all this. Just where was he getting money from?

Deciding she wanted a better look at it all, and that she also really wanted to use it all, Lilith set about taking all the toys out of the box, and laying them out together on the sheets. She was particularly interested in the harness. It was dark leather with studs around the hips.

"Ugh, you whore." Lilith cooed affectionately, examining the toys after she'd spread them across her bed. A dragon amongst her trove. "You got all this for yourself in truth. A harness? Fancy cocks? How can I resist! Oh I'll have such fun with you." She plucked up the beads, and briefly imagined how her angel might shake when she used them on him.

Glancing up, she had about two seconds to recognize the intent Inarius watched her with, before he lunged forward. Lilith dropped the beads with a yelp. Inarius pushed her onto her back with just one hand, splayed over her chest, even as she cursed and struggled.

"Inarius- ack!" Her hands went to his wrist, and she kicked half-heartedly at him, laughing as he man-handled her. He was already tugging her pants off though, and Lilith couldn't help but squirm. Something (several somethings) was brushed onto the floor with a clatter.

"Easy does it angel!" Lilith hollered. "Down boy!" Her pants were thrown to the floor, and Lilith shimmied out of her tunic without prompting. Almost immediately there was a hand sliding up her belly, beneath her shirt.

"Take the shirt off too, for fuck's sake." Lilith huffed. "Then you can have all the tits to yourself."

Apparently, he was in a mood today. Lilith liked to think he must've been fantasizing about his little gift. Such a dirty, dirty angel.

Inarius leaned down to nuzzle into her neck, and kiss the side of her jaw. She grinned at the way it tickled. Then they both pulled Lilith's shirt off. Nothing but bra and panties between them now.

Those didn't last long either. Inarius toyed with her bra a moment, teasing over the fabric while he kissed her sternum. He easily scooped her up off the bed with one hand though, and undid the clasp with the other. Her tits squished downwards with gravity, no longer held to a perk by the taut fabric. Inarius kissed those too, lingering over the smooth, porcelain skin.

Giggling, Lilith let her hands slide through his hair, and come down to knead at the base of his neck. She could just feel the edges of the scarring from his wings. The pits where they should've been were still sensitive, she knew. She was yanked from her thoughts by the feel of him licking and sucking at one of her nipples. It tickled more than anything; he was being overly gentle. With good reason though, Lilith had found out the hard way exactly how sharp his teeth were, and he was careful not to let that happen again. He licked the other tit too, teased her nipple lightly.

Lilith sighed in bliss, and rolled her hips, trying to find something to grind on. There was definitely heat pressing down onto her, but nothing between her legs. Yet.

Just as she was mourning this, Inarius leaned back, grabbed her by the leg and flipped her onto her front, pinned her with an arm across her lower back. The motion had her squawking and throwing an arm out to steady herself. He roughly tugged her panties off. She was just about to sputter a reproach- but stopped caring what he did when he spread her arse open with his other hand. His tongue found her hole.

Oh.

Hells yes.

"If you were hungry my d-dear, you could've jussst mmm said." He was circling her rim with his tongue with just enough pressure to feel good. "I would've been a better hostess. Offered you a snack." Lilith reached back and lewdly clapped herself on the ass.

Had she known he was in the mood to eat her out she would've dragged him to bed and sat on his face immediately. Hell, she might've jumped him in the livingroom. It wouldn't be the first time.

He was pushing his tongue in, and Lilith breathed hard, red-faced, as he started fucking her with it. It was much longer than she remembered. Wetter too. His mouth was hot, his tongue warm and slippery as it slid against her insides, making her toes curl. She could even feel hard teeth pressing into the meat of her ass.

After dragging his tongue roughly out and swallowing, he pushed back in and set a smooth rhythm. In and out. Licking her like a damned inside-out lollipop. Lilith was caught between tension and bliss.

"Wh-who knew… you were such an ass eater." She groaned. Tugging at the sheets, she jerked when he pressed particularly hard into her and dragged his tongue back out. His hands were on her thighs to keep her from wriggling away, and she wrapped her calves around his head, crossing her legs at the ankle to try and pull him closer. He went willingly enough, burying his face against her.

Lilith wanted to touch her clit, ground herself from the maddeningly sweet sensations being pressed into her, but wasn't sure if she could get a hand under herself.

Perhaps sensing this issue, Inarius chose that minute to pull away. His face was soaked from his own spit, smeared over his cheeks and chin. Despite not needing air to breath, he was panting - she could feel his breath on her arse. Most likely pulling air in to cool down his core.

(Wildly, she remembered the time he'd actually set their bed on fire. She'd been sitting on his face then too, and hadn't heeded his warning-taps. Fortunately, she'd still been a demon at the time, and the only casualty had been their sheets. Lilith had learned her lesson about an angel's core temperature though.)

Apparently, this had been particularly exciting for him. He leaned back down to kiss the inside of her rim one last time, before pulling away and pushing himself up.

Lilith was shaking beneath him. She was also, now that she was coherent enough to notice, making little gasping-whimpering noises.

"Wh- why'd you s-stop?" She whined. "Felt good. I wasn't complaining."

There was a rustle of fabric, and she felt the bed dip as he leaned over towards the floor. Lilith turned to try and see what he was doing, when she felt him spread her open again with one hand. Looking curiously over her shoulder, Lilith caught sight of just why he'd stopped.

He was holding a small plug. Scratch that, he was sucking on a small plug. He pulled it out of his mouth with a wet *pop, and looked her in the eyes. Lilith felt herself clench.

He licked his upper lip once.

"...Oh." Lilith's cheeks were rapidly turning red as she realized what he had in mind. "Inarius, maybe wait-"

He did not wait.

Lilith squealed as he popped the plug past her rim in one go. Her hands fisted into the sheets, and she buried her face in her pillow; it had felt alarming as hell and absurdly good.

As if to comfort her, Inarius rubbed one hand up and down her back. After a moment of coming to terms with the fact that an angel had put a plug up her ass, Lilith pushed herself up and onto her side to give him a look. He gazed innocently back. As if he hadn't just been playing with her asshole a few seconds ago.

Inarius squeezed her arse. Might've been trying to pinch it, but, well, size difference.

"Dirty angel." Lilith finally huffed, and ignored the heat in her cheeks, "You just want to fuck me while I wear your jewelry."

In response, he clambered over her and leaned down to lick her cheek. With a giggle, Lilith scooted so that she was on her back, and wrapped both arms around his neck once more. He kissed at her hands and wrists as she went. Then he licked her other cheek, then her nose. He even licked her ear (slimy-gross but…oddly satisfying) before moving to mouth at her throat, leaving a trail of spit.

"Gross. You're a gross angel." Lilith told him. "I know where that tongue's been, and now you're touching my face with it."

Inarius pushed himself up to look at her a moment, silently judging, before he kissed her. And shoved his tongue in her mouth. Dirty angel indeed. Lilith moaned into his mouth and pulled his hair, trying to drag him closer.

Only when her vision was going spotty from needing air did he let her go.

He sat up a moment and fussed with the armor at his lowers. Lilith knew it came off with relative ease, and took the moment to simply breath while her lover undressed the rest of the way. Idly she reached down to rub at her clit, a bit of stimulation after all the excitement. She was sopping wet after having her ass eaten out, and her cunt ached to be given such attention as well.

The plug pressed so sweetly up into her. She clenched on it a few times. Not as good as feeling it go in-and-out, but still good.

Lilith watched in keen anticipation as Inarius threw down his robes, and knelt gloriously naked before her. Grinning wildly up at him, utterly thrilled, Lilith spread her legs in a proper invitation. She spread the folds of her cunt too, revealing her dripping hole. Inarius came back to her, sweet and hot.

His cock was just as she remembered, thick with a set of soft ridges on the bottom crest. Lilith didn't think she'd ever truly tire of it.

If anything, becoming human had made her even more fond of her lover's package. She was smaller now, after all, and while Inarius had never left her wanting when it came to sex, well, Lilith wouldn't lie and say she didn't appreciate a big fat cock. Or a bigger, fatter cock now.

"Come to me my sweet, treacherous angel." Lilith opened her arms to him. "I'll have you."

He leaned down into her. Lilith kissed him this time, winding both hands onto his hair again and pulling him in. His skin was flushed hot against her, and she arched her back to rub her tits on his chest. Breaking their kiss, Lilith flopped backwards, and tugged him down over her. His arm came down above her head, and he pulled his face out of her grip in favor of sliding his hips up between her legs.

This was one of the other reasons they typically forwent the bed aside from weight; he was big enough that Lilith could have all the space she needed in his lap. If they ever tried any other positions though, things didn't always line up quite right. He was much, much taller than her.

Not to mention that he didn't really fit. One leg was always dangerously close to the edge, and one of these days she was sure they'd both end up humbling right off in the throes of passion.

Oh well. It was hard to care about that right now, when he leaned in so she could have her fill of him. She could kiss his scars and bite his pecs and claw at his sides while he fucked her, and that would be enough.

Inarius's other hand slid down her thigh, and his thumb rubbed over her clit. Lilith sighed in gratification, and let her eyes slip shut as he fondled her.

One finger slid in, and Lilith let out a strangled noise as he gently finger-fucked her. Finally. Her own hands were never quite enough anymore. Not when she knew what she could have from him. Not when she knew how thoroughly he could fill her. It was kind of him to have brought her new toys, but she knew that even those wouldn't compare to having him inside her.

A second finger added, leaving her quietly moaning and squirming in the bed. The stretch was a bit much…but Inarius was slow. Careful. When she winced from a sudden burst of too-much he backed off, gave her the room to breathe. They were taking their time today. She reached up to grab at him, fingernails scratching at his ribs.

"Inarius, my dear." She breathed. Lilith opened her eyes and tilted her head back to try and see his face. She felt more than heard the answering interested hum.

Suddenly, he pulled both fingers out. Lilith reached down immediately to take over for him, rubbing her clit and sliding her fingers in alternatively.

The angel shifted forwards, and his cock brushed her thigh. Lilith had to shimmy down a little in order to reach, but she rubbed the head with her other hand. Expertly she pleasured them both, finger fucking herself and stroking his cock. She probably shouldn't let him put it in dry…she was so wet though. Maybe if they went slow…

"C'mon angel." Lilith purred. "Let's see what we can do here, hm?" She spread her legs wide, pulled her fingers out and arched her hips. Inarius let out a rumbling noise above her, and his hand found her hip even as she tugged at his cock. Inarius rocked forward, rubbed his cock hard on the folds of her cunt. It brushed her stomach, and Lilith stared down a little roundeyed. She knew he was big. She had fucked him before. He still left her breathless with need for him. The bed groaned ominously as he rocked back, and leaned to the side.

Seven Hells, if he broke the damn bed... Oh well. It was hard to care about that right now. She rolled her hips, smearing her cunt on him and tensing up when her clit caught against one of his ridges. All she could seem to really care about was the press of warm heat at her entrance. All she wanted was to feel it going in-

And then her lover was abruptly not in her bed.

Jerking up, she caught the tail end of him tumbling to the ground, having apparently slipped right off the side and lost his balance without realizing it. He hit the ground with a heavy thud, or at least, most of him did. One leg was still caught up in her comforter, leaving him awkwardly sprawled and spread on the floor.

Lilith poked her head over the side of the bead to peer down at her lover. Inarius stared up at the ceiling, apparently stunned, before turning to look up at her quizzically.

She couldn't help it; she burst out laughing.

If she was reading him right (which she was), he angel was pouting up at her, put out by his abrupt collision with the floor.

He was also…the angle she was looking down at him from was…well it was not bad. Lilith let herself have a moment to ogle his thighs, and the way his dick (still hard) had flopped to one side. The position he was in though was almost… hmm.

Deftly, Lilith slid from the bed. She stood over him, one leg between his, and bent down so that their faces were closer. The inky blackness of his own face tilted to meet her, even as the angel went still.

Lilith's grin was wicked. "I have a better idea, my dear." She put one foot on his cock, just to see him squirm. "Since you've been so kind with your gifts today, and I'm feeling rather tighter down under, I think I ought to simply fuck you into the mattress instead."

She felt him twitch under her heel, clearly interested in her words. Lilith glanced back at the bed, and over at where he toys were littering the floor. She didn't want a repeat of this particular scenario, amusing as having Inarius fall from her bed was (and much as she loved the vulnerable position it had stuck him in).

There was something they hadn't tried yet. Inarius either hadn't thought of it, or hadn't cared to try, but Lilith thought it the perfect solution to maximize their fun.

Standing straight, she clapped her hands together. "I know you can turn human, so pop to it! We are not breaking the bed today, but your ass is mine, got it?"

He blinked once at her, stunned. Then, slowly, like an arthritic mortal, pushed himself up on his elbows. As she stepped out of his space, he managed to disentangle himself from her bedding, and scoot back. Carefully, he got his knees under himself, and sat up.

Even on his knees like this he was a few inches taller than her. He looked her over, and she thought he might've even sniffed at her. Then, kneeling there on the ground, he raised his hands as they lit with power. His entire form glowed brightly, making her squint - and it began to change. Shrink and shift.

A human knelt before her.

A very beautiful, very naked human.

Lilith grinned wickedly. "Perfect."

She reached down and wrapped a hand around his chin, tilting it to make him look up at her. He sagged into her hand. It wasn't a perfect approximation of a human; his features were a little too smooth, too perfect, his blue eyes just slightly too brilliant. His eyes…

"I don't know why you bother changing your eyes." Lilith nonchalantly stated. "We were matching, even if no one else was."

Inarius blinked at her, and suddenly the left eye was an ambery shade of gold.

"Much better." Lilith cooed, batting her own grey-and-blue pair down at him. Her hand drifted up his jaw, to his cheek, and into hair such a pale blond it was almost white. She tugged lightly at the roots, and Inarius followed the pull with a low noise. She pulled hard enough, and he stood, wobbling only slightly on uncertain limbs.

Drawing his face between her hands, Lilith kissed him sweetly on the mouth. His hands smoothed across her stomach, before he seemed to curl into her. Perhaps drawn to the warmth of her sweat-slicked skin.

Lilith wanted to press into the kiss, take him roughly with tongue and teeth, but kept it stubbornly light. He was gentle against her, uncertain in human skin, and she could account for that. For now anyway. He was ever careful with her, after all.

It wouldn't do to scare him off now. Not now that she had him as she wanted him.

They broke apart, but that only seemed to embolden her angel. Curious fingers smoothed over her breast, the skin softer than his angelic hands had ever been. Inarius leaned in, wanting ot kiss her again.

But Lilith denied him. Hand going to his mouth, Lilith pushed her lover away and instead encouraged him towards the bed. He pouted at her when she giggled at his put-out expression.

"Best get comfortable, while I figure out," She scooped the harness up off the ground, "How to put this thing together."

Inarius climbed into her bed, running his hands over the soft blankets, and Lilith compared three of the false-cocks. Probably best not to go too big - she knew Inarius had ridden plenty of cock in his day, but that had been purely as an angel. It was different in a human body. More intense. She didn't want to hurt him, or startle him. Or, Hell's forbid, make him never want to do this again with her.

She wanted to peg her angel, and she wanted to have full pegging privileges as long as she could manage. That meant a little self-control here.

A few of the new ones he'd brought her were carved distinctly…inhuman though.

"What's the deal with these?" Lilith asked, holding up one that was grooved and thicker at the base.

Inarius licked his lips, and signed shyly.

"Wolf-cock?" Lilith stared. "The hell…?" Who knew her mortals had such perversion in them! Well, okay, she had known, she was the one who put it there after all, but still. She was quite proud!

And her sweet angel had bought one for them to share. Such a marvelous situation she was in right now.

"Can I…would you object to being fucked by the wolf-cock?" Lilith hopefully asked.

And the look Inarius gave her was comically baffled. He glanced at the dick in her hands, back to her face, as if unsure if she were being serious.

Hands going to her hips, Lilith huffed. "I'm just trying to be considerate!" She complained. "I don't want to stick it in you if you don't want it in you. So can I fuck you with the wolf-cock or not?"

Yes. Inarius was nodding a very enthusiastic yes. So much for wanting to take it slow and easy.

"Dirty, dirty angel." Lilith shook her head in disbelief. "And they say I'm the Mistress of Seduction! But you bring me such lovely, vulgar things to fuck you with? Truly, the Angel of Hedonism sits in my bead and awaits my touch."

Inarius laughed at that. The sound puzzled Lilith at first, for it was really just air huffed through his teeth while his shoulders shook. He was smiling at her from behind his hair though, cheeks pinked with amusement.

With a light smile, Lilith finished tightening her harness, and slid her false-cock into place. Woff, or something. She stood for a moment, once she'd finished, and swayed her hips a bit. She liked the weight of it, liked the way it hung and bobbed between her legs. Using something like this always gave her a bit of a rush. Before she joined her partner on the bed though, Lilith went to her nightstand and pulled out a smaller glass cock, and a bottle of oil. She wanted this to last, and she wanted it to be fun. There would be no tearing under her careful touch, thank you very much.

There would hopefully be screaming though. …If Inarius even could scream. She was certainly going to find out.

Turning, Lilith let out a giggle. Inarius was blatantly eyeing her up, staring at her ass and her toy cock in naked fascination. Then he looked up at what she had in her hands, and his cheeks went from lightly pink to a distinct red.

Lilith adopted a stance, hands going to her hips.

"What do you think, my dear?" She purred. "Are you ready for me?"

He tilted his head, meeting her gaze. Licked his lips, gave a tentative nod. Strutting over to him, Lilith reflected that she hadn't seen him this nervous since…probably since she'd taken his virginity. Which she supposed she was sort of doing again. His human virginity!

Climbing up, Lilith set her supplies to the side and pushed her lover onto his back as she moved into his space. He went easily enough. Lilith kissed him for it, warm with sweet reward. His hands found her sides, then her arms, shoulders, slid up to cup her face. When he kissed her back it was tentative, but grew bold as the sensation of skin on skin grew familiar, pleasant.

Lilith broke away. As she leaned back his hands came with her, sliding down her neck and over her breasts.

It was easy to look down and think him delicate. After being ravished by the looming form of an archangel, this small human body couldn't have been more petite and nonthreatening. Lilith wondered at the assumed youth of him, at the softness of his skin and lack of any scarring.

He'd adopted something seemingly perfect. Only the mismatched eyes betrayed his true nature.

It made her want to ravish him all the more.

"Alright come on, roll over." She grabbed his hip and tugged, and Inarius frowned at her, puzzled.

Lilith stroked her toy cock with a near-manic grin. "I assume you'd like to be prepared before I shove it in you?" She cooed.

Eyes almost comically wide, he jerkily nodded his agreement. Then he clambered to flip himself over. Settling on his stomach, he tugged one of her pillows to wrap his arms around and rest his chin on.

"You are…" Lilith shook her head. "You're precious."

Grabbing the glass cock, she leaned over him then, pressing kisses to his shoulder and the spot where his wingscars would've been in his other form. Nudging a leg between his, she smoothed her free hand up his thigh and over his ass. So soft! Very squishable.

Then she took her bottle and smeared oil over both of her toys. It felt good to stroke herself between her legs. Intent filled her. She was going to fuck her angel, oh yes indeed.

Easing him open with one hand, she smeared the remainder of the ouil against his entrance with her fingers, before she carefully pressed the glass cock against him. It gave, slipping inside a moment later. With the oil to smooth things over, it slid in more easily than she expected. Lilith licked her lips at the way Inarius stiffened under her hand. He clenched up, and she stilled, patiently waiting for him to work through the intrusion. Only after he'd relaxed did she continue, pressing deeper in.

"There see, that's not so bad." She purred. "You always were a natural at this sort of thing!"

Inarius made a noise that might've been bafflement, offense, or possibly just a general sound of appreciation for the way she was gently pulling her toy out. He tensed and relaxed, jerked and sighed. Slowly, it became easier to fuck him.

Kissing his neck and shoulders again, Lilith nuzzled into his hair and breathed the scent of him. Oh! Just his smell turned her warm and randy.

"I think you're ready, sweetling." She murmured into her lover's hair. "Don't you?"

The body beneath hers stilled. Sweat trickled down his back. Then, a slow, tentative nod. Lilith grinned then, and kissed his hair.

"Wonderful."

Lilith eased the head of her dick against his hole, pressing with just enough force. Slowly, it slid inside. Inarius let out a rough breath as the entire head was sheathed, a sound that might've been a guttural moan from anyone else's throat. Lilith pat him on the leg.

With soft care but lewd intent, Lilith leaned over her lover and pressed the length of her toy deeper. It slid easily, if a little slowly. Inarius squeezed on it at one point, and she patiently waited for him to relax before continuing.

Finally, the swell at the base of her toy cock pressed flush.

She could shove it in. If she bore down and held him tight, she could pop that knot right into her angel, and listen to him weep about it.

…later. After she'd properly fucked him.

Lilith began to pull out, and a breathless laugh escaped her as Inarius shuddered beneath her.

"Roll back over." She commanded. "I want to see your face while I fuck you."

It took him a moment, but Inarius gingerly flipped himself onto his back, and stared dazedly up at her. It was nice that he had a face now, she thought. She liked how red and sweaty he was, she liked being able to see his dumbstruck, glassy-eyed expression. And those pouty lips. She liked looking at his mouth and kissing those lips red.

Lilith wormed her way in between his legs, hiking his thighs up to her hips. Then she braced herself with a hand on his shoulder, and lined up her cock with the other.

"I've been told it feels different for male and female humans." Lilith spoke conversationally as she slowly pushed the toy back in once more. "Men, you're supposed to have something called a prostate in there. It makes the orgasm better. Did you factor that into your spell, my sweet?"

She asked it mostly to be teasing, but to her surprise, the angel nodded at her. He was staring up at the ceiling, hardly drawing a breath as she pushed into him.

"Wait, you did?" Lilith blinked in surprise, halting her penetration.

He licked his lips and nodded again. There was a distinct flush to his cheeks, and he looked anywhere but directly at her as she continued to stare.

Lilith digested this. Her angel had always been full of surprises, and she supposed this wasn't all that high on the list of odd things he'd done, but still. How did he even know humans had that? Had he…experimented? Without her? …Lilith decided she'd save those ponderings for another lonely night. For now though…

"Well, I'm definitely going to take advantage of that."

Both hands were on his shoulders now, and she snapped her hips forward, sheathing her toy inside him. Inarius let out a wheeze, hands fisting up in the sheets as his stomach clenched. His head twisted to the side, eyes squeezing shut, mouth parted in a silent moan. Lilith grabbed his chin, and turned him to keep facing her. He could keep his eyes shut if he wanted, but she wanted to see every twitch as she thoroughly wrecked him.

What a feast for her. Lilith licked her lips, and then bent down to kiss him sweetly. She rocked her hips lightly, pressing her cock deeper in before easing it out.

As she did, she noticed Inarius sucking in a desperate breath against her mouth. Breathing in rhythm with her thrusts. It made her grin madly, and thrust hard just to hear him gasp. Now Inarius was the one squirming and clawing at the mattress. They had fucked plenty of times before now of course, but this was the first time Lilith had ever had sex with Inarius when he wore a human face.

She liked it.

He was so adorably expressive, eyes squeezed shut. His teeth were grit as he tried to work through the pleasure she pushed into him. Every so often he'd crack his eyes open to glance up at her, and Lilith would grin and thrust harder.

Inarius was completely at her mercy. Oh, she knew he could escape her easily if he so desired. But he didn't. He stayed right there, spread open and speared on her cock.

If Lilith were a demon still, she would revel in the utter control she had over the angel. How thoroughly she had dominated him! As a human though, Lilith was simply…happy. She was happy to see her [former, former!] mate so blissful at her touch. It pleased her to please him, and rather than using sex to manipulate him, she only wanted to further that pleasure.

How novel, to want another's pleasure for their sake. After all, it wasn't like she even could feed off of that pleasure now, not in the way she used to. That didn't bother her so much either.

Actually, it was kind of nice to fuck without ulterior motive. Her succubus instincts had always kicked in during sex, steering her to manipulate and claim, but without them, it felt like she was more free to do as she liked. She wasn't urgently chasing an orgasm so that she could devour vulnerable bits of the soul in that little window of ecstasy. Instead, she only wanted the pleasure for its own sake. What's more, she could actually focus on pleasing her partner, and not just using him.

Lilith was starting to like fucking as a human.

And she was loving fucking Inarius while he was human. His hands clutched at the sheets, nearly tearing them. Sweat streaked his face and neck and belly, a flush had spread from his face down his chest, and he suddenly threw his head back as he arched his spine. His thighs shook against her. Actually, his whole everything was shaking.

…Oh. He was cumming. Oops.

Belatedly, Lilith realized her toy cock might've been pressing right into that prostate that he'd magicked up for himself. Well, it was his own fault for making one in the first place.

With a merry little giggle, Lilith pulled back and slowed her thrusts, and took her partner's cock in one hand. She stroked it as white, glowing droplets flicked out onto his belly.

"Perhaps we need to wind down a bit." She hummed. "You look tense, my dear."

Inarius did not look tense. He looked like all the tension had gone clean out of him when she'd slowed down. Boneless as pudding, head lolled to the side, eyes wide and glassy, mouth parted sweetly as he desperately sucked wet gasps of air. He'd splayed his fingers out in the sheets, occasionally gripping them again whenever she so much as twitched her hips.

It made her violently pleased to see how he was able to relax in her presence now. Lilith continued stroking his cock, and he shook his head against the sheets fitfully.

"Well now, you certainly had a good time. Perhaps I'll take a ride on this later, hm?" She squeezed him for emphasis. "Although I have to say, as much as I'm loving your asshole, I think it's time for a break here.

With a flex of her hips, she pulled her toy completely out. It came wetly, and Inarius squirmed as she pulled. It made her clench down on her plug in response. How lewd.

The angel was senseless in her bed, chest and cheeks flushed, hair a mess. There was cum on his stomach and thighs, and Lilith considered eating it off of him. Maybe after she'd finished enjoying seeing her partner so debauched.

Hells below, she was soaked. Lilith started undoing her harness, fully intending to rub one out after that lovely little display. To her surprise though, Inarius waited till she'd dropped the strap on the bed to start tugging at her hips, trying to pull her forward.

"Oh?" She cooed, breathless, "Still have some fuck left in you eh? Such stamina!"

In reply, he tugged harder, squeezed her ass. Lilith walked on her knees, letting him pull her till she was perched over his face. Then he leaned up to wetly suck on her clit.

"Oh~!" Lilith loved this angel. Truly she did. Best angel ever.

Hands fisting into his hair, she happily dropped down to sit on his face.

She rode his tongue till climax, gasping his name in between moans to the ceiling. Just as she was nearing the edge, she felt him squeezing her ass, spreading her, and-

Lilith yelped as Inarius pulled the plug out of her ass. That put her over the edge. She arched her spine and squeezed her own tits, the muscles in her stomach going taut. Inside, her cunt was spasming, desperately clenching on her lover's tongue. She dripped, wetness coating Inarius's face once more as he pleasured her.

Finally spent, Lilith nearly fell forward, caught herself on the headboard. Carefully, she snuggled down into her pillows, avoiding bonking herself in the chin.

Silence, but for the heat of their breath. Languid, Inarius rubbed her sides and hips and thighs.

It took a while for them to pull themselves back together. Since Inarius didn't need to breathe, Lilith had simply flopped over his face. Equally disinclined to move, Inarius had laid there beneath her, not bothering with anything but simply basking in the orgasm she'd given him. Lilith was truly a master at her craft.

Eventually, the position got uncomfortable for Lilith. It didn't bother Inarius in the slightest, but he still let her push and prod him till he was on his side.

Lilith curled around him then, one leg hooking up over his hip, an arm wrapped around his chest. Unsure as he was about the position, Inarius involuntarily tensed up, but as they lay there together he gradually relaxed. Good. Lilith wasn't interested in an empty bed right now. She needed something warm to cuddle, and Inarius was a veritable furnace.

That was her excuse and she was sticking to it. There was definitely nothing to do with wanting to snuggle with her lover while pretending they'd never found reason to leave each other in the first place.

If she closed her eyes, he smelled and sounded almost the same. She had her mate in her arms. She could enjoy their afterglow a little longer.

~~~

Lilith happily arranged her new toys with the rest on a shelf. A proud display of debauchery, just for her.