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It started off innocently enough.
One day, a very sweet young woman had popped into the little old bookshop on the corner, asking about a book she had heard about.
“It’s called Weep Not for the Rose? By Tonya C. Rowley.”
Aziraphale had honestly never even heard of the author before; though the book did have a lovely sounding title. He sent the young woman away, apologetically, and forgot all about it. Until the next week when someone else came in looking for a different book, by the same author. This happened twice that week.
The third week, it happened at least ten times. Most were people hoping to find Weep Not for the Rose, but some were looking for other books like The Tempter’s Eyes or A Gardener’s Glory. Aziraphale couldn’t begin to figure out where these titles were coming from or who this author was, or worse, why people thought his little old antique bookshop would be the place to find new releases. There was a perfectly good Sainsbury just a stone’s throw away, surely they’d have better luck finding the titles there.
After a month of people popping in to ask about them, Aziraphale had had enough. He placed a sign on his door insisting he was a used antique bookstore and he didn’t have any books by Tonya C. Rowley available. He then locked the door to the shop, closed the shades, and stole away to the back room where a very ancient computing device sat. And because he expected it to work, it still did. Furthermore, because he expected it to bring up the information he’d requested (“I’m wondering if you could tell me who Tonya C. Rowley is, please?”), well, how could it refuse after being asked so politely?
The results Aziraphale was shown were…not what he was expecting. Not even a little bit.
“Tonya C. Rowley, the mysterious Naga Erotica novelist, does it again!” One result boasted proudly.
“Weep Not for the Rose new viral sensation on BookTok!” Claimed another. Though, why anything viral would be considered a sensation, Aziraphale had no idea. And what was a “BookTok”? Some kind of bibliophile’s alarm clock?
Finally, he managed to find a slightly informative result. A link to a publisher’s page, Hellsprite Books, that had an author’s information section available. Aziraphale scrolled until he found Tonya C. Rowley, and clicked on her name. There was no picture given, and only the bare minimum of information given, none of it overly insightful.
Just that she was an up and coming author who specialized in Naga Erotica (whatever that was!), and had a book series entitled An Apple of Good and Evil. There were only four books in the series so far, with a fifth one in the works. The Tempter’s Eyes, was the first book in the series, followed by A Gardener’s Glory, A Garden Full of Angel’s Breath, and finally Weep Not for the Rose. They all sounded rather beautiful. Even the first one. There was just one thing that bothered Aziraphale. He knew what erotica was, he was well over 6000 years old, after all. But what was this…”naga”?
He did a search to find out, and what he found had him quickly shutting his computer monitor off. There was absolutely no way that was possible. He was horrified! No. Absolutely not! He certainly wouldn’t be adding those books to his collection!
Pushing away from the computer, he hurried off to find other things to do. Surely there were shelves that needed dusting or books to reshelve. Especially after the last time Crowley came in to “help” and proceeded to just dump books wherever he pleased once he’d grown bored. Yes. Aziraphale would get those books taken care of, get his cleaning done, and put the whole naga business behind him.
…for a good twenty minutes, anyway. Long enough to say he tried.
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Crowley bounced up the two short steps up to the shop door and stopped when he found the door locked. All the shades were drawn on the windows, which clearly meant the angel was up to something. A note taped to the door caught his attention and he gave a devilish little smirk as he read it. Ohhh… This would be interesting. Something for Crowley to use to fluster his angel with! He loved getting Aziraphale all flustered over things. This would be fun!
With a click of his fingers, Crowley unlocked the door and slipped inside. The shop was dark, save for the dim light of the back room. He let the door lock behind him as he made his way further into the shop, hands in his tiny pockets and glanced around for where Aziraphale might be hiding.
“Angel? Are you here?” He called, peeking around the corner to where Aziraphale usually sat at his desk. Empty. No response.
Frowning, he followed the light to the back room…and froze. Something was off. Something was…different. He could practically smell it. No, scratch that. He definitely could smell it. Lust? Certainly arousal. What was Aziraphale up to…?
Cautiously, Crowley poked his head into the back room. His jaw dropped at what he saw. Aziraphale sitting at his other desk, the one with his decades old computer, that didn’t know any better that it shouldn’t be able to look up full color images on the internet and display them to Aziraphale like it was. There on the screen were dozens, no, more likely multiple dozens, of illustrated images -- some more amateur than others, some done with striking and excruciatingly detailed work -- of…well, porn. Simply put, and no other word to use for it. It was porn. Porn that included one human figure, and one figure that was decidedly more serpent than it was human. Oh, sure the upper half was human, torso, arms, neck, head, hair, but from the waist down…that was all serpent.
And he did mean all. Right down to the hemipenes that protruded from the vent and disappeared into the all too willing body of the human they were coiled around. Most were images of a male Naga, taking a human female lover…but there were a few of a human male lover; or a human male mating with a female Naga. The one image that seemed to be taking up most of the screen though, was definitely the first category.
A large, black and red snake, coiled around the plush body of a naked woman, her legs splayed wide to show off where she’d been stretched open, one hemipene still inside her, the other pressed against her engorged clit as it sprayed a load of seed across her ample chest and very round stomach. Her head was thrown back in ecstasy, the Naga’s body bent around her so he could suck from her leaking nipples, his dark red hair cascading down around them.
There was something all too familiar about the two, something Crowley didn’t quite have the brain power to figure out at the moment. He was too lost in the fact Aziraphale was staring at the image, his bottom lip caught in his teeth. Not only was he staring at it, Crowley realized with a start, but Aziraphale was wiggling and squirming in his seat, rocking back and forth with soft gasps. One hand on his chest.
Slowly, quietly, Crowley slipped up behind the desk chair. He leaned down beside Aziraphale’s head and took a deep breath. Oh yes…oh his bastard of an angel was certainly pleasuring himself to the image on the screen. Careful so as not to get himself stuck, Crowley let his control of his human form start to slip. His clothes melted away as his lower half took the form of his natural snake self. He kept his upper half human as best he could, save for his tongue and teeth. Those he let shift as well.
“Pleassssssuring yoursssssself, angel?” He hissed softly, letting the tip of his forked tongue come out to flick against Aziraphale’s neck and ear. Oh he tasted and smelled devine.
Aziraphale gasped, quickly scrambling to try and close down the screen, only for his hands to be caught and held close to his body. Crowley slithered himself closer, seeking out the heat that came off Aziraphale in waves. So warm, so soft…
“Mmmm…my angel’sssss found a kink, have you?”
“C-Crowley! What…what are you…oh…oh dear…it’s not…I’m not…”
“Ssssssshhhhhh…ssssssssure you’re not. Jusssst like I’m not, either.” Crowley’s tail came up to slide over Aziraphale’s leg, up his thigh, and settled large and heavy into his lap. It gave a playful flick before falling still again.
Humming, Crowley leaned down to nuzzle at Aziraphale’s neck. The angel was helplessly trapped, right there in his chair, unable to do anything except let him nuzzle and lick and tease. A small whimper escaped him as just the tip of one of Crowley’s fangs nipped the lobe of his ear. Keeping Aziraphale’s hands in place with one hand, he used the other to run down Aziraphale’s chest, but stopped when he noticed the stark difference from what had been there before.
“Breastsssss, Angel?”
Again, Aziraphale whimpered.
Crowley glanced at the screen for a moment, then turned his attention back to murmuring into Aziraphale’s ear. “Issss that what you want? Did you change your Effortssss sssso you could feel what sssssshe feelssss?”
He licked across Aziraphale’s neck, long and slow and sensually. He could literally taste the arousal rolling off him. It was thick and heady and was slowly starting to drive him completely mad. The hand that had been on Aziraphale’s chest traveled further down, lower and lower until it could dip just inside the still buttoned up trousers. With a flick of his wrist, the button came undone, followed by the fly, until he could slide his hand down to where he most wanted to explore. The place between Aziraphale’s legs where a human male cock should have been, but wasn’t. Just a thatch of dense, soft curls that tickled his palm, one hard little nub, and so much slick he was surprised Aziraphale wasn’t currently sitting in a puddle of it.
“Mmmmm…that isss definitely what you want. I can tell. You’re all wet…ssssssoaking wet…”
“C-Crowley…” Aziraphale whined, his head falling back to rest on Crowley’s shoulder.
Crowley slowly kissed his way up Aziraphale’s exposed neck until his lips pressed right against his ear. “We could, you know. I could let you feel like sssshe’s feeling in that picture. Would you like that? Would you like for me to hold you down and fill you up? Let you gorge yourssssself on my cocksssss?”
Another rush of slick coated Crowley’s fingers and he huffed a mirthless laugh. That was all the answer he needed. That was exactly what Aziraphale wanted.
Without another word, Crowley pulled away and between one blink and the next, the bookshop had vanished. Replaced instead with a beautifully warm, sun drenched garden. Aziraphale lay spread out on a soft, plush, tartan blanket, utterly bare to the world around them. Not that the world around them paid them much mind, there wasn’t anyone around except some birds in the trees and maybe a hare or two bouncing from place to place. The only other person there wasn’t even a person. He only slightly resembled one. Even less so at the moment.
Crowley’s lower body slithered across the ground as he approached. He kept his eyes glued to Aziraphale’s naked body. The way the sun reflected off his snowy white skin, causing him to glow in angelic beauty. The breasts he’d given himself were of decent size, heavy enough to fall to the sides of his chest as he lay on his back. The nipples were already starting to peak, a beautiful dusky rose color. It was what was between his legs that Crowley was most interested in, though. Those curls clumped together with dampness, puffy vulva lips glistening with slickness, just waiting to be tasted.
And taste, Crowley did. He only barely paused to cast a glance at Aziraphale, making sure his angel hadn’t changed his mind. When he saw the want, the desire, burning bright in his blue-green eyes, Crowley spread Aziraphale’s legs wider and moved in. He relished the smell of him, that tart taste that begged to be devoured, the way Aziraphale cried out and gasped, grasping at the blanket under him as he rose his hips off the ground.
Crowley moved a hand to settle across Aziraphale’s hips, keeping him pinned to the ground so he could work. His forked tongue dove deep inside Aziraphale’s hot center, circling and teasing at the cervical entrance. It breached it for just a moment, just long enough to make Aziraphale cry out and gush more slick, before retreating. He moved his mouth up to tease at the hard nub of a clit, nudging the hood away so he could lick around all the sensitive spots and send his angel into more sobs of pleasure.
“Crowley! Oh…oh my…my…ohhhh please!”
With one long, torturous suck, Crowley pulled away from the clit with a popping noise and positioned himself up more. The hand not keeping Aziraphale’s hips in place moving to toy and tease and rub at the sensitive nub.
“Pleasssse, what? Angel?”
“I…I…I need you!”
“Mmmm, but I’m not done playing yet. I want to make you come for me. I want you a writhing, sssssquriming, messssssss.” Crowley’s fingers moved from Aziraphale’s clit to his hole, plunging two in without warning. He crooked his fingers, working them in and out over that little mound just inside Aziraphale’s cunt. The one that felt a bit like a walnut shell. The place he knew would drive Aziraphale absolutely wild in no time.
Three, four, five thrusts of his hand and Aziraphale’s back arched off the ground as he clenched around Crowley’s fingers, squirting across his palm and wrist and blanket. His sobs of relief were short lived as Crowley dove down to lick the mess clean.
Once he was satisfied that Aziraphale was ready (he’d had two orgasms already, after all), he moved to coil himself around his angel. Hoisting him up until his back was pressed to Crowley’s chest, his legs wide open to straddle the width of Crowley’s serpent body. Aziraphale groaned at the feel of Crowley’s cool body and scales as they ran up and down between his thighs.
“That’ssss it, Angel,” Crowley cooed into his ear. “That’sssss it. Good. Ssssso good for me, my perfect little thing.”
“Please…please, Crowley…oh…oh please?”
“Usssse your wordsssss, Angel.”
Aziraphale whined as he tried to reach down to touch himself. Crowley quickly caught his hand and pulled it back, giving his shoulder a quick nip of the fangs in warning.
“No, no…only I get to do that. You don’t get to touch yourssssself at all. Now, usssse…your…wordsssss.”
Sobbing out, Azirphale tossed his head back into Crowley’s bare shoulder.
“Take me!” He finally choked out. “Like in the picture. I want…I need to feel you inside me. Please!”
Crowley slowly released Aziraphale’s hand. His hemipenes had already revealed themselves, stacked one on top the other. Both hard and leaking. Pressing a gentle kiss to the crook of Aziraphale’s neck, Crowley reached down to position himself. He readjusted Aziraphale just enough to make sure he’d be comfortable, and to make sure he’d be well pleased, before his body pulled back and snapped forward, sinking the smaller of the two cocks into Aziraphale’s waiting cunt.
He didn’t give Aziraphale time to adjust, or even react really, before he tightened his coils around Aziraphale’s body and began to thrust in ernest. He really didn’t think he’d have much time, himself, to let Aziraphale adjust. He was so achingly hard, and already so damn close. Never before in his wildest dreams (and trust him, he’d had a lot of wild dreams!) had he ever thought he’d be allowed this. Be allowed to give everything that he was to Aziraphale. He never thought Aziraphale would want this sort of thing. Did even think Aziraphale could want it. He was always so proper, so tidy.
Yet there he was, thrusting back onto Crowley’s cock, neck bared as cries of pleasure fell from his plump lips. As pleasure fell from his plump everything. And oh, how Crowley craved every last curve of Aziraphale’s body.
“Issss thisss what you wanted, Angel?” he hissed into Aziraphale’s ear. “To be taken, filled and fucked by a demon?”
Aziraphale gave a choked up sob as he shook his head. “N-No…” he whimpered softly.
Instantly, Crowley froze. Everything stopped around them. Had he somehow horribly, horribly misread things? Aziraphale had just said it was what he wanted, hadn’t he? Hadn’t he said he wanted to feel Crowley inside him? Surely that’s what he--
“Wot?”
“I…I said…To be t-taken and filled by you.”
Somewhere, a record scratched across a turn table. Or maybe that was just Crowley’s brain going off line.
“Ngk…?”
Aziraphale whined, desperately trying to rock himself on Crowley’s cock, seeking the pleasures that had suddenly been taken away from him. “Please…please, Crowley, don’t…don’t stop!”
It took a moment for Crowley’s brain to finally catch up. He was still very confused, but he wasn’t about to deny his angel any longer. His coils tightened once more, but somehow seemed to cradle Aziraphale in a softer way. Crowley’s arms wrapped around Aziraphale’s waist, holding him close as he started to thrust up again. In an instant, they’d gone from pure, hedonistic animal fucking, to…something else. Something Crowley didn’t dare let himself think about.
He still fucked Aziraphale, still let his angel take whatever he wanted from him, but somehow Crowley’s brain was still stuck on what Aziraphale had said. He didn’t want to be fucked by a demon, he wanted to be fucked by Crowley. The two were one and the same. How could he want one without the other?
When Aziraphale reached a hand back, his fingers twisting into Crowley’s hair, he did his best to push those thoughts away. Maybe it didn’t really matter. It didn’t matter. It really, actually, didn’t. Aziraphale was getting what he wanted. He was getting fucked by Crowley, and that, that was what mattered.
With a soft growl and hiss, Crowley bent his own upper body around, letting his spine become more snake like so he could reach Aziraphale’s heavy breast. The moment he took the hard nipple in his mouth, Aziraphale clenched his hand tighter in his hair, gasping and begging and pleading. Insisting that yes, yes, yes, oh Crowley yes that’s what he wanted! Crowley suckled and teased one nipple, while his one hand reached down to toy with Aziraphale’s clit once more, and the other hand moved to twist and tug and squeeze Aziraphale’s other breast.
Just when he was sure he wouldn’t last much longer, as he felt Aziraphale start to clench around him, he felt Aziraphale’s hand reach down to take a firm hold of his larger cock. He let go of the nipple he’d been assaulting and gave a sharp gasp of his own. A sharp gasp made even more so when he felt Aziraphale position it so the tip was against his entrance instead of grinding against his clit. Crowley didn’t have time to ask what Aziraphale was planning before his blasted beautiful insane angel shoved himself down on both of them, crying out as his body stretched to accommodate both unnaturally sized cocks.
It was almost more than he could stand. Crowley leaned down to take hold of Aziraphale’s nipple once more, sucking on them seemed to make Aziraphale’s entire cunt clench tighter around him. He felt the tension rising, the need to release building and building, a pressure pot nearing its breaking point. At the first spray of something warm and vaguely sweet hitting the back of his throat, Crowley lost all control. He sucked harder, devouring the milk that filled his mouth while his body convulsed and seized around Aziraphale, pumping his load deep, deep deep within him. One hand moved to rest on Aziraphale’s stomach, feeling as it slowly swelled with his seed from one cock, and then more liquids from the other.
Claiming him.
Mating him.
Breeding him…Crowley’s brain functioned just enough to throw that one out there time and time again.
He held Aziraphale close, both of them gasping for breath while their bodies slowly came down from the rush of, quite possibly, the best orgasms ever to be experienced by anything ever created. At least, as far as Crowley was concerned it was. He softly nuzzled at Aziraphale’s neck, his tongue back to normal as he lapped up the sweat that beaded down his skin.
“Tonya C. Rowley?” Aziraphale finally breathed, the words nearly carried away on the back of the gentle breeze that had started up.
Crowley quirked one eyebrow but nuzzled his face closer to Aziraphale’s neck.
“What?”
“That was the best you could come up with? Tonya Crowley?”
Crowley balked and let out a string of noises that one day hoped to become words, but they wouldn’t manage it just yet. He shrugged loosely, peppered kisses across Aziraphale’s shoulders and watched as those breasts he’d so been enjoying melded away, back to the nearly flat masculine presenting chest he’d been familiar with. Ah well. It was nice while it lasted.
“How d’you know it’s me?”
“Your garden titles and hints rather gave you away, I’m afraid. Plus, C. Rowley really isn’t all that clever.” Teased Aziraphale as he settled himself into Crowley’s coils. The hemipenes were slowly softening, slipping out of the warm home they’d found to disappear back within the vent near Crowley’s tail. Still, the swell of Aziraphale’s stomach, as well as his cunt, remained.
“S’plenty clever,” Crowley murmured back, already starting to feel sleepy and in want of a nice long nap, holding his clever, clever angel close to him.
Aziraphale hummed softly, gently patting the arms that were still secure around his middle. “It’s as you say, dear.”
Crowley stroked at Aziraphale’s distended belly for a moment, just basking in the warmth of the sunlight and Aziraphale’s body against his. Until, a strange nagging thought came to his mind. One that had him furrowing his brows and lifting his head enough to look down at Aziraphale’s lower body.
“Angel?” He asked, eyes still scanning over Aziraphale’s stomach and pelvic area. “Just how accurate of an Effort did you create when you changed over?”
“Hmm?” Aziraphale’s head rested back against Crowley’s chest, his eyes peacefully shut. “Oh, I don’t know. Whatever the default standard is for a human female’s reproductive system. Why?”
Crowley sat silent, statue stone still while he waited for Aziraphale -- clever, clever Aziraphale -- to catch up. When he did, his eyes flew open and his head shot off Crowley’s chest. He stole a glance down at where the small bump protruded on his lower abdomen. A full, standard human female’s reproductive system. Complete with womb, ovaries, and ability to create and hold life.
“Oh…Oh!! Oh…oh dear…”
Crowley swallowed thickly and just continued to stare down Aziraphale’s body.
“Ngk…?”