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Whatever force in Hell that assigned sinners their new bodies had a way of entertaining themself. The bodies reflected their sins in life along with a cruel reminder of how they died, which they needed to face in the mirror every day. New sinners often have a period where they can’t bear to be seen by anyone, but everybody eventually comes around to accept their new forms, some more than others. Some forms are more humanoid, animalistic, monstrous, abstract, or resemble particular objects.
And Angel Dust was experienced with them all.
He’s had sex with people that had tails, feathers, more than two legs, scales, spines, rocky skin, tentacles, claspers, four-headed dicks, and far more. Sometimes those people had unique spots that got them going, but there were usually patterns among those with similar parts.
And now Angel was on his back and being fucked into the mattress by Husk, a cat demon with wings. His cat demon with wings. Angel was still in awe that he could actually call Husk his. He wrapped his top two arms tighter around his neck, bringing him closer with their faces pressed together side-by-side.
“Ohhh, Husk, you’re doing so fuckin’ good…” he gasped.
“Could say the same about you,” Husk panted out. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”
Angel moaned in response, rolling his head back to let Husk kiss a particularly sensitive part of his neck. He sharply inhaled as he had some delightful feeling rush straight to his head. Husk pressed their bodies against each other, tilting his head as he found a better angle to draw out small gasps from his partner.
Angel took the opportunity to snake his lower hands up Husk’s back, right between where his wings met his body. He slowly stroked down the area he knew was sensitive for any winged demon, feeling the stiff muscles under him.
“AH!” Husk’s wings reflexively shot out, scattering a few loose feathers around the room.
Angel smirked, feeling the cock inside him somehow get even harder. “There we are. Feelin’ good, Whiskers? Gonna fuck my brains out even harder with your big, sturdy, and rock-hard co–”
Husk froze, wide-eyed and confused.
Angel released him from the tight embrace. “Hey, are you okay?”
“... what the fuck was that?”
“What was?”
“The… that! That! You just touched my back and I felt… why–”
Angel smiled excitedly. “Nobody’s ever played with your wings before?”
“No?” He brought his hands to his cheeks, feeling his blood burn through the thick skin and dense fur. “Why the fuck am I reacting like this, they’re just–”
“Oh, stop worrying, Husk. It’s normal for people with wings to get hot and bothered by this.”
He looked down, still bewildered. “What do you mean, it’s ‘normal?’ Why the base of the wings, of all…?”
Angel walked his fingers up Husk’s chest, running one under his chin. “It’s common knowledge that bird owners aren’t supposed to pet them down their backs,” he whispered. “Because they see you as a mate…”
Angel slowly stroked him down his back with all four hands, one after the other, to keep him constantly stimulated.
Husk moaned, feeling every touch go right down to his dick. Angel used the perfect amount of pressure to spark every sensitive nerve while maintaining smooth motions. Husk arched into his hands. He had never felt anything like this before, and he never wanted this foreign feeling to end.
Angel abruptly pulled off, laying back against the mattress with all of his arms splayed around him. “Or they get sexually frustrated.”
Husk groaned. “You asshole…”
Angel laughed, shifting his body down to drive him deeper inside. “C’mon Husk, fuck me like you mean it.”
Who was he to say no to that?
Husk pulled back and slammed back into him, setting a faster pace than before.
“O-Oh, baby…”
Both demons moaned in sync, feeling the mutual pleasure course through their bodies as if they were connected. Angel’s hands went back to Husk’s wings, rubbing small circles around the perfect spots that had Husk practically whining as his breathing became erratic.
Angel’s third pair of arms emerged, sliding lower to scratch at the base of his tail. Husk’s entire body jolted in shock.
“GAH, Angel!”
That was also new.
Husk didn’t bother pausing again, deciding to just let Angel take care of his body in ways he didn’t know was possible. He wasn’t sure how to describe it, but to say it felt incredible was an understatement. The rhythm of his thrusts became inconsistent as he lost focus under the expert care.
Angel smiled and watched in admiration as he took him apart. His partner was making the best sounds he didn’t imagine actually hearing. He hooked his top arms back around Husk’s neck to bring him down and hear every little noise. Angel held him close, feeling the warmth flow into his body as he nuzzled his face into his fur.
Husk didn’t want Angel to stop touching him, but he could feel an orgasm growing in him far sooner than he would’ve liked.
“I’m not gonna– fuck– gonna last long if– hah…”
“Come for me, baby.”
“But you–”
Angel increased the pressure on his wings. “Come.”
“FUCK!” Husk felt an intense wave of pleasure, spilling over as a shudder spread through every part of his body. His vision went white, throwing his head back before it fell forward, feeling dizzy in the best way. He had never come that hard in his life.
He gasped for precious air, attempting to find his way back to reality. When his eyes became semi-focused again, he saw Angel smiling, clearly proud of what he did. Husk smiled back while panting heavily, head buzzing from the high.
He then felt a pang of guilt, looking down to see that Angel was still hard. His face fell at seeing his partner wasn’t satisfied before he was.
Angel frowned, searching his face. “Whiskers? What’s wrong?”
His face switched from remorse to consideration, then tilted his head in curiosity. “Are… are there any unique spots on your body that get you worked up like that?”
Angel smirked, a challenge painted across his face. “Let’s find out, baby.”