Fic: Bedroom Hymns (Part III): SPN
Crowley laughed. “Is that all? I want you to beg me, darling. Beg my forgiveness.”
She almost spat at him. Almost. But just before the move could be completed, Crowley reached quickly behind, find her clit and rubbing at it roughly. Pleasure shot through her limbs, and she knew what Crowley was doing. He was reminding her… reminding her of all she would be giving up if she refused to do this one, simple thing.
“Please,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
There was no conviction in the words, and they made the demon laugh.
“Is that all? You sounded so much better when I was licking your pussy earlier. Beg better, Naomi, or this all comes to a screeching halt before I ever fuck that virgin pussy of yours.”
Naomi shut her eyes. “Please. Please, Crowley. I want you to fuck me. I… I need this. You have no idea…”
Her words were sincere, if not despised. She opened her eyes, and Crowley seemed to be weighing his thoughts. After a moment, he snapped his fingers again, and now she was free, her wounds and the knife gone. Crowley still sat on top of her, but he leaned forward down, placing a deep but gentle kiss on her lips. He moved away from her mouth now and down to her neck, gently nipping at its base. She moaned, tentatively placing her hands on the demon’s shoulders. He kissed her again, and this time she pulled him closer. His hands went up as he slid down. He rubbed at her nipples as she felt the tip of his cock right at her entrance.
“Please,” she begged, not one bit ashamed to do so this time.
He grinned. “I do so love to hear you beg.”
He shoved himself deep inside of her. She gasped, clinging to Crowley for dear life as he began an agonizingly slow but steady thrust. She clawed at him with each entry and whined for him upon each exit. It felt so amazing, and every so often he would dip his head down and lick at a nipple or even take one into his mouth to give it a gentle suck.
“More,” she moaned. “More.”
He laughed, thrusting even faster. “You like me fucking you, don’t you?”
She nodded, biting her lip. He moved until she could feel the brush of his lips against her ear.
“You like having this unclean demon fucking you? It’s bad and wrong and you fucking love it. You crave my dick, don’t you, Naomi?”
The familiar heat of orgasm was rising within her. “Yes!”
She was close, so very close. She could feel her nails digging into Crowley’s flesh, even breaking it, but she didn’t care. And, obviously, neither did he. He fucked her harder and harder, making her gasp and cry out each time he slammed home.
“I’m coming!” she cried out.
All of a sudden, Crowley stopped. She whined, moaning and bucking against him as he withdrew and leaned up.
“No, no,” she begged, but Crowley gently shushed her. He moved her back onto her stomach, and for a moment, Naomi was afraid. She couldn’t take him in the ass again. But that fear was put to rest in the next moment as Crowley entered her slit from behind, moving back into the same thrusting movement he had had a moment earlier. She moaned, feeling much more relaxed than she had in this position earlier.
“Crowley,” she moaned. “Make me come. I want to come.”
He slammed into her, holding her hips tightly in his hand. Her orgasm was rising, and Naomi found herself shoving her hips back to meet each one of Crowley’s thrusts as best she could. She was almost dizzy with pleasure, and she came with a thrill of surprise, moaning the demon’s name and muttering the word “fuck” over and over again.
She was spent, but Crowley was not done with her yet. She was sure she could take no more, but Crowley coaxed her up as they changed positions, so to speak. Crowley was beneath her now, and Naomi was too exhausted to even note that that was how it should truly be. He was still hard, and Naomi was sopping wet from her climax, so he eased her down on his dick with no effort at all.
“Ride me, angel, and we’ll be done. I can tell when one’s had all they can take,” he said with the voice of a promise.
Naomi had never known such tiredness. But she knew that Crowley would never be done with her until he had finished as well. And his dick back inside her sensitive walls felt just so damned good. She gripped his shoulders and rocked her hips as hard as she could, causing the demon to arch inside of her and cry her name. Hearing him moan her name made her instantly understand why he had ordered this of her so much. She found a second wind within her, grinding hard on the demon’s cock as he said her name again and again. Before long, another orgasm was welling inside of her, and she could feel his cock begin to tighten.
“Fuck me, Naomi. Fuck me hard,” he growled.
She rode him as hard as she could-which, being an angel, was saying something. He took it all, digging his fingers into her hips until they both came, crying out and thrusting with no measured rhythm at all. When they were both spent, she fell beside Crowley, her eyes sliding shut. In only a moment, her whole world went to a blissful black.
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Such Selfish Prayers…
No light shined in her eyes to awake her, but Naomi knew it was morning. Her eyes fluttered open as she released a long, hard yawn. She was still in the King of Hell’s bed, still undressed, but was covered by a heavy black comforter. She glanced over to see Crowley sitting in a wing-backed chair, reading over some leather volume she could not see the name of. Her mind was still blurry from her… activity the night before. The only thing she was truly sure of was that it was, all of a sudden, the next day.
She set bolt upright. It was the next day. All of a sudden. Crowley lowered the volume to peer curiously at her.
“A problem, my dear?” he asked.
Her lips parted, her mind whirling with a million questions. She finally plucked one from the swirl, aiming a hard stare at the demon.
“What happened?”
He arched a brow at her. “Are you referring to our escapades, darling, because I was quite sure you had understood…?”
She shook her head. “No. I mean… it’s day. What happened?”
He chuckled. “You cloud-hoppers are so daft sometimes. Yes, Naomi, it’s day. You fell asleep.”
Her whole body froze. She fell asleep. The words played in her mind over and over again. She fell asleep.
Angels didn’t sleep.
She threw the blankets off of her body, standing. Crowley’s eyes stared at her naked form greedily, but they had only a moment to do so before she snapped her fingers and was fully dressed and put together again. He seemed disappointed, and Naomi didn’t like the idea that this pleased her.
“I have to go,” she said.
“Yes, I assumed you would. And I know we spoke of this only be a one-time thing, but… like I said last night, I’ve never had a lover so durable. We should arrange this again.”
Naomi looked properly horrified. “Are you being daft now, Crowley? This can never happen again.”
The demon stood, laying his book on the seat behind him. “And why not, darling? You have free will now. Wasn’t that the point of this whole exercise?”
She looked away, images of the night before replaying in her mind’s eye. She shook her head.
“Last night was… a mistake. I’m sorry. I… I have to leave. I must serve Raphael.”
When she glanced back at Crowley, he looked a little angry, if not disappointed. He wiped both looks away with a shake of his head.
“Who says you have to follow that power-hungry nitwit? Why not side with Castiel? Free will, darling! What aren’t you getting about this?”
Naomi arched a brow. A dark feeling was clouding her, but she could not put a name to it. “Why would you even care? Heaven in a civil war should please you, demon.”
Crowley seemed to think on this for just a moment, caught off guard for the first time ever since Naomi had known him. Finally, he sighed.
“I just hate to see smart people make stupid choices, darling.”
Naomi crossed her arms. “I must leave.”
“And if I try to stop you?”
She summoned her Grace, allowing it to shine brightly enough to make Crowley recoil. She held it like that, making her point firm and clear. When she was sure the demon understood, she stopped.
“Good-bye, Crowley,” she said.
In the next moment, she had left Crowley’s manor to arrive in the posh Heaven that Raphael favored. He was sitting in a leather chair that was not so different from the one Crowley had been sitting in when she awoke. He said nothing as Naomi bent her knee before him.
“I’m here to serve you, brother. I only ask that I re-take my position and its anonymity to do so.”
Raphael was silent for just a moment. Then, with a laugh, he nodded.
“I would have it no other way, sister.”
And with that, Naomi destroyed all hope for freedom that lie within her.
And that was fine by her.
She almost spat at him. Almost. But just before the move could be completed, Crowley reached quickly behind, find her clit and rubbing at it roughly. Pleasure shot through her limbs, and she knew what Crowley was doing. He was reminding her… reminding her of all she would be giving up if she refused to do this one, simple thing.
“Please,” she said. “I’m sorry.”
There was no conviction in the words, and they made the demon laugh.
“Is that all? You sounded so much better when I was licking your pussy earlier. Beg better, Naomi, or this all comes to a screeching halt before I ever fuck that virgin pussy of yours.”
Naomi shut her eyes. “Please. Please, Crowley. I want you to fuck me. I… I need this. You have no idea…”
Her words were sincere, if not despised. She opened her eyes, and Crowley seemed to be weighing his thoughts. After a moment, he snapped his fingers again, and now she was free, her wounds and the knife gone. Crowley still sat on top of her, but he leaned forward down, placing a deep but gentle kiss on her lips. He moved away from her mouth now and down to her neck, gently nipping at its base. She moaned, tentatively placing her hands on the demon’s shoulders. He kissed her again, and this time she pulled him closer. His hands went up as he slid down. He rubbed at her nipples as she felt the tip of his cock right at her entrance.
“Please,” she begged, not one bit ashamed to do so this time.
He grinned. “I do so love to hear you beg.”
He shoved himself deep inside of her. She gasped, clinging to Crowley for dear life as he began an agonizingly slow but steady thrust. She clawed at him with each entry and whined for him upon each exit. It felt so amazing, and every so often he would dip his head down and lick at a nipple or even take one into his mouth to give it a gentle suck.
“More,” she moaned. “More.”
He laughed, thrusting even faster. “You like me fucking you, don’t you?”
She nodded, biting her lip. He moved until she could feel the brush of his lips against her ear.
“You like having this unclean demon fucking you? It’s bad and wrong and you fucking love it. You crave my dick, don’t you, Naomi?”
The familiar heat of orgasm was rising within her. “Yes!”
She was close, so very close. She could feel her nails digging into Crowley’s flesh, even breaking it, but she didn’t care. And, obviously, neither did he. He fucked her harder and harder, making her gasp and cry out each time he slammed home.
“I’m coming!” she cried out.
All of a sudden, Crowley stopped. She whined, moaning and bucking against him as he withdrew and leaned up.
“No, no,” she begged, but Crowley gently shushed her. He moved her back onto her stomach, and for a moment, Naomi was afraid. She couldn’t take him in the ass again. But that fear was put to rest in the next moment as Crowley entered her slit from behind, moving back into the same thrusting movement he had had a moment earlier. She moaned, feeling much more relaxed than she had in this position earlier.
“Crowley,” she moaned. “Make me come. I want to come.”
He slammed into her, holding her hips tightly in his hand. Her orgasm was rising, and Naomi found herself shoving her hips back to meet each one of Crowley’s thrusts as best she could. She was almost dizzy with pleasure, and she came with a thrill of surprise, moaning the demon’s name and muttering the word “fuck” over and over again.
She was spent, but Crowley was not done with her yet. She was sure she could take no more, but Crowley coaxed her up as they changed positions, so to speak. Crowley was beneath her now, and Naomi was too exhausted to even note that that was how it should truly be. He was still hard, and Naomi was sopping wet from her climax, so he eased her down on his dick with no effort at all.
“Ride me, angel, and we’ll be done. I can tell when one’s had all they can take,” he said with the voice of a promise.
Naomi had never known such tiredness. But she knew that Crowley would never be done with her until he had finished as well. And his dick back inside her sensitive walls felt just so damned good. She gripped his shoulders and rocked her hips as hard as she could, causing the demon to arch inside of her and cry her name. Hearing him moan her name made her instantly understand why he had ordered this of her so much. She found a second wind within her, grinding hard on the demon’s cock as he said her name again and again. Before long, another orgasm was welling inside of her, and she could feel his cock begin to tighten.
“Fuck me, Naomi. Fuck me hard,” he growled.
She rode him as hard as she could-which, being an angel, was saying something. He took it all, digging his fingers into her hips until they both came, crying out and thrusting with no measured rhythm at all. When they were both spent, she fell beside Crowley, her eyes sliding shut. In only a moment, her whole world went to a blissful black.
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Such Selfish Prayers…
No light shined in her eyes to awake her, but Naomi knew it was morning. Her eyes fluttered open as she released a long, hard yawn. She was still in the King of Hell’s bed, still undressed, but was covered by a heavy black comforter. She glanced over to see Crowley sitting in a wing-backed chair, reading over some leather volume she could not see the name of. Her mind was still blurry from her… activity the night before. The only thing she was truly sure of was that it was, all of a sudden, the next day.
She set bolt upright. It was the next day. All of a sudden. Crowley lowered the volume to peer curiously at her.
“A problem, my dear?” he asked.
Her lips parted, her mind whirling with a million questions. She finally plucked one from the swirl, aiming a hard stare at the demon.
“What happened?”
He arched a brow at her. “Are you referring to our escapades, darling, because I was quite sure you had understood…?”
She shook her head. “No. I mean… it’s day. What happened?”
He chuckled. “You cloud-hoppers are so daft sometimes. Yes, Naomi, it’s day. You fell asleep.”
Her whole body froze. She fell asleep. The words played in her mind over and over again. She fell asleep.
Angels didn’t sleep.
She threw the blankets off of her body, standing. Crowley’s eyes stared at her naked form greedily, but they had only a moment to do so before she snapped her fingers and was fully dressed and put together again. He seemed disappointed, and Naomi didn’t like the idea that this pleased her.
“I have to go,” she said.
“Yes, I assumed you would. And I know we spoke of this only be a one-time thing, but… like I said last night, I’ve never had a lover so durable. We should arrange this again.”
Naomi looked properly horrified. “Are you being daft now, Crowley? This can never happen again.”
The demon stood, laying his book on the seat behind him. “And why not, darling? You have free will now. Wasn’t that the point of this whole exercise?”
She looked away, images of the night before replaying in her mind’s eye. She shook her head.
“Last night was… a mistake. I’m sorry. I… I have to leave. I must serve Raphael.”
When she glanced back at Crowley, he looked a little angry, if not disappointed. He wiped both looks away with a shake of his head.
“Who says you have to follow that power-hungry nitwit? Why not side with Castiel? Free will, darling! What aren’t you getting about this?”
Naomi arched a brow. A dark feeling was clouding her, but she could not put a name to it. “Why would you even care? Heaven in a civil war should please you, demon.”
Crowley seemed to think on this for just a moment, caught off guard for the first time ever since Naomi had known him. Finally, he sighed.
“I just hate to see smart people make stupid choices, darling.”
Naomi crossed her arms. “I must leave.”
“And if I try to stop you?”
She summoned her Grace, allowing it to shine brightly enough to make Crowley recoil. She held it like that, making her point firm and clear. When she was sure the demon understood, she stopped.
“Good-bye, Crowley,” she said.
In the next moment, she had left Crowley’s manor to arrive in the posh Heaven that Raphael favored. He was sitting in a leather chair that was not so different from the one Crowley had been sitting in when she awoke. He said nothing as Naomi bent her knee before him.
“I’m here to serve you, brother. I only ask that I re-take my position and its anonymity to do so.”
Raphael was silent for just a moment. Then, with a laugh, he nodded.
“I would have it no other way, sister.”
And with that, Naomi destroyed all hope for freedom that lie within her.
And that was fine by her.