Smash Into You(Part 3)

Once he was naked, she pulls out the white wings and halo from the pageant set. Nick looks like the devil himself. He could have been the real Lucifer, fallen from heaven, just to smile at her with that devilish grin, and she would still find him just as charming.

"You are my cure for boredom, sir." She said as she fell into his hug. His hard cock throbbed against her belly, as he lays his right hand on the back of her neck, the left he wraps around her waist, both holding her close to him.

He didn't exactly like being called "Sir", but he didn't hate it either. Everything else felt like a dream. Nick kisses her neck and she gets excited. He touches her, below her waist. "You're going to get me all wound up, Mr. Hamilton."

Nick's emotions started to bubble up, appreciation, love, desire. "You feel so warm, it's so cold in here. Let's go to bed," she says and pulls him from a leaning position, on his desk, to his feet.

As he steps towards the door with her, Violet turns back and puts a finger on his chest. "I'm on top today! I want you to lay back and enjoy yourself. Just lay back. I'm not joking." She then grabs her new makeup case. "Yes, Ma'am!" He says as she leads him out of the office and down the hall, naked but white wings and his halo.

Charlotte sees the escapade, and Nick's dick since he had it out, and shakes her head again.

***

As soon as they get inside, they close the door. Nick kisses her, and she accepts it, but then as he continues, she pulls away, and tells him to lay down to relax a bit. He gets comfortable on the bed as she goes to a small desk in the corner, and sits. Over the next half hour she uses the area and the mirrors as a vanity. The cameras and microphones pick up a fully naked, and eventually monstrous, but beautifully done, and thoughtfully described, makeup tutorial session; which could be easily edited and posted online. Steve was annoyed by the idea, in the control room, but by the time she was done, he was really only annoyed by the extra work. He had to admit, it was really well done and would be a strange little addition to the kinds of videos the company could begin to provide.

Before she begins, she tosses him her phone, to keep him entertained for a while as she recreates her appearance. He lays back covered lightly by the sheet. She purposefully did it here, to leave him, patiently waiting for her in the background. She wants to make him wait. She wants total creative control today, and she took it.

The red around her eyes, matches her hair and fades into the pale white of her skin, with black eyeliner. She also added long red and black eye lashes. Violet coats her lips in red the color of her hair. It was from some multi-level marking thing her mom was into. The company advertised how when it goes on, it won't rub off, even on a glass of wine. Stuff really did work as intended, so after the fiasco during her initial interview, she thought this would be a better way to go. She had her nails done already, after the mall trip to Victoria's Secret, the two of them got manicures and pedicures. Violet finally adds white horns to her head in the areas she has left without makeup. There were four spikes, like a crown stabbing out of her skull. Finally, she ends the routine with some body powder.

In the end, she looks like an alabaster, flaming haired demon, with a black halo, in black sexy lingerie, black wings, and black platform boots that go up to just below the knee.

"Are you ready to watch me go?" She asks the camera at the end of her tutorial.

***

The bed is pushed into the center of the room. The nightstands are over by the refrigerator. The rainbows cover Nick's naked body, in the room with the closed door. He pretends to be an angel, sleeping on a cloud, going through a rainbow. All Violet's ideas. He was amused in a way he could not have imagined, but he gave off an energy of relaxation.

Soon, red hair slowly appears. Then the white horns and an eye, Then the rest of the face, appears from behind the bars of the headboard. The red glowing eyes stare at the relaxed male from, under the shattered prism fractals. the pale being stands from behind the bars. It looks down, menacingly. Lizard-like movements climb the being, up and over the top of the brass headboard.

The demonic figure raises a hand to the angelic being's neck. The female form pokes at the sleeping being, checking to see if it's alive. Her dark lacy clothes lightly drape her dainty, rainbow covered body as she moves away, like a scared harpy, as the nude angel rolls over a quarter turn in his sleep from the nudging touch. The angel appears to still be sleeping.

The creature moves in again, crouched like an owl, over some kind of rodent prey. She touched him again, with a light caress, across the angelic beings penis. The angel's eyes open wide, in fear of the creature before him.

She reaches out and grabs him by the hair. The demon slaps his face with the other hand and straddles him. The angel's body slacks, in submission to the aggressive demon.

When he resists again, she grabs his arms and pins them to the bed, violently. She then leans in, close to his face. She sniffs him. The demon likes the smell. She sits up, over him. The demon's sheath slides down, wrapping around the angel's sword. It was the first time he felt her without a condom on. He loved it and wanted more.

She rises back up off of him, pulls a condom from her bra, and rips the packaging apart with her teeth. The angel tries to protest, and the demon slaps his face with her free hand, again. Her other hand, with an agility no one knew she had, slides the condom onto her sexual pray.

Violet slips him inside of her, again, and begins to ride him. He again tries to push her off, grabbing her by the shoulders. With a move out of a self defense class, she knocks away his wrists with expanding arm punches to his forearms and then slaps his face with a loud cracking sound. The demon grabs the angels wrists and pins them to the bed again. In his confusion from the slap, which made a loud audible sound, the angel gives up on any more attempts at control from here. The last slap really surprises him, his face ached. It was red, and the angel seems angry, but her tight wet pussy felt like ... home. His submission became obvious.

The demon went bucking towards an orgasm. Her vaginal walls tighten about his shaft. His cock, now engorged with eminent release, rubbed against her in a way that brought her to fruition, with him. The angel groans deeply as the demon howls. The friction of their fornication disappears as her juices flow over his shaft. The red condom between them was all that kept their fluids from mingling.