A Vacation, Once in a While
Title: A Vacation, Once in a While
Author:captainswank
Pairing: Castiel/Meg
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 652
Summary: Meg indulges in a little bean flicking ‘cause that damned angel’s tongue was down her throat.
Author's Note: I just had to write something after watching Caged Heat. First time writing het!
It’s not like she has all the time in the world to do it, but sometimes Meg just has to give in to the various needs of her cute little meatsuit. She doesn’t really have a problem with dealing with this particular desire; in fact, she finds it pretty damn enjoyable. If she wasn’t currently engaged in the far more important task of saving her own ass, she’d dedicate significantly more time to this very human pursuit. But right now she’s found a relatively safe and very temporary place to hide, and she just can’t ignore the demands of her meat any longer.
Meg leans back and closes her eyes, and her thoughts turn immediately to the kiss with the angel.
She gets right down to business, popping the button on her jeans and sliding her hands down and into the meatsuit’s pretty, precious, wet little panties. She guesses the girl she’s inside of had been fairly frisky when she was in control of her own junk, ‘cause just the memory of angel tongue in her mouth has got her all revved up and ready to go.
She rubs herself nice and slow and thinks back to being pushed and pinned against the wall, and thinks about how all that angelic power could throw her down and open her up and she spreads her legs a little wider. It’s pretty damn hot to do this while thinking about something so clean and good and right but you can’t judge a girl for her kinks, can you?
Meg slips her fingers in her wet cunt and wonders what it would feel like to have him shove his sweet angelic prick inside her. She moans a little and chases that thought until she can see its twisted shape a little clearer.
‘Cause what would happen if they fucked? When the celestial and the demonic make the two-backed beast, what kind of crazy shit goes down?
Would it be enough to tip him over the edge, a tiny little push that sends an angel plummeting down from on high, to come crashing down to earth and humanity, or to hell? If she stripped him of that dirty trenchcoat, could she also strip him of his grace? Meg fingers her clit and she sighs.
‘Cause surely it wouldn’t be enough to raise her from the Pit, ‘cause everyone knows that fucking is for demons and humans and animals and sinners, and you give in to the pleasures of the flesh like you give in to those little voices that tell you to kill.
No, there’s nothing holy about a good fuck.
So if he put it in her and he fell, she could have him, then. What would he be but just a man, powerless in his meat and on his knees before her. And wouldn’t that be a perfect little present to herself, a game to see how long it would take her to train her little toy, to break him and own him and make him forget those Winchester boys.
She touches herself and in her mind she dresses him in a collar and chains and nothing else at all.
But what fun would that be? There’d be no challenge to it. Meg’s knows hell and she knows down to the second the precise time it takes to shatter a man into all the tiny pieces he was made of. But an angel! That’d bring things a little closer to a battle between equals.
She comes to the thought of him shoving her into the bed, her shaking meat’s body tied down tight, as the angel growls filthy and angry into her ear and curses ‘cause she’s a dirty demon slut.
Meg takes a moment to wrap herself in the aftermath of her pleasure. She yawns, and stretches like a cat. Yeah, she’d meet the angel again.
Maybe they could work out a compromise.