You uncouth demon

Drayce shed a small tear. "I'm happy for you and your son. But that too was taken from me. My wife was pregnant when she was murdered."

Anariel slowly leaned in and opened her arms, hugging Drayce. Despite her distrust of humans, she sympathized with him. She understood his pain of love lost.

"I require a reading," Anariel demanded as she released him from her arms.

"A reading?" Drayce asked.

"She wishes to peer into your future," Fiona said. "While your fate isn't predetermined, angels have the ability to see all the possibilities. She wants to be sure her feather isn't going to be used for some other malicious purpose. Angels... no trust at all."

"When it comes to using one of my feathers for a demonic ritual, of course I have no trust."

Drayce nodded. "Do whatever you need."

Anariel put both hands on Drayce's cheeks and looked intensely into his eyes. Her pupils turned white and cloudy. The longer her eyes remained locked on his, the more Drayce's head hurt, as if his brain was melting. Her hands shook fiercely. His nose bled. He felt his head might explode if she did not stop.

She finally released her grip. Drayce fell to the ground, completely dazed and disoriented. He wiped blood from his nose with his coat sleeve. He looked up at Anariel with blurred vision.

"Are you... satisfied?" Drayce asked, his breathing rapid.

Anariel nodded. "That was sufficient, yes. Of all the hundreds of possibilities, none leads to misuse of my feather."

"What took you so long?" Fiona asked. "It only takes a second to do a reading. You damn near killed him!"

"There was a single thread I could not read."

"What does that mean?" Drayce asked as he got back on his feet.

"I do not know for certain. However, I will take my chances and give you the feather."

"Thank you!" Drayce said appreciatively.

"But know this, mortal: of all the hundreds of threads I read, none of them lead to a happy ending for you. If you proceed with this, you do so knowing this."

Drayce nodded. "I understand. This was never about my happiness. It's about justice."

"Very well," Anariel said. "Now just hand over the vials of virgin's essence and pure soul's semen and our business here will be finished."

"About that," Fiona said. "We don't have a 'vial' of his cum. I thought it would better if it were... fresh."

Anariel looked at Fiona inquisitively. "What exactly do you have in mind?"

Fiona walked up to Anariel, invading her personal space. She slid her hands inside Anariel's robe to fondle her angelic breasts.

"I thought we could relive those nights we had all those centuries ago. Drayce could use the, um, visual stimulation, after all."

"Why not just have him fornicate with us?" she asked.

Drayce's eyes widened. Did he just hear her right? An invitation to fuck an angel and a succubus? At the same time?! Drayce's cock was instantly hard at the mere thought of the prospect. He has been able to resist Fiona up to this point, but he did not think he could resist both of them.

Fiona shook her head. "Unfortunately for him, his soul needs to remain pure."

Anariel raised an eyebrow. "Why?"

"Fiona can't take my soul if it remains pure," Drayce answered.

Anariel paused, looking confused. She then looked at Fiona who was giving her a stern glare. "I... see."

Fiona moved a lock of Anariel's red hair out of her eyes and tucked it behind her pointed ear. "Besides, once you're cured, you can never do this again. Best to get it out of your system now. It will be like old times."

Anariel smiled. "Old times. I do miss those nights with you from time to time. I guess this will be my way of showing my appreciation for all you've done for me. You showed me to think for myself, which eventually lead me to fall in love, and to create this sanctuary."

"Cut the sentimental crap and kiss me," Fiona commanded.

Anariel leaned in to press her lips against Fiona's. Their kisses were soft yet energetic, like two lovers separated for years, or in this case, centuries. Anariel placed her hands on Fiona's cheeks, pulling her mouth harder into hers, nibbling her lower lip. She sucked on Fiona's long forked tongue as they caressed each other, completely enthralled by her sexy demon lover.

Fiona, too, was in this moment. She pulled her red dress over her head and deftly removed Anariel's robe from her shoulders while she embraced the angel deeply, sensuously. Her hands grasped Anariel's smooth behind and pulled her now-naked divine body against her own. They held each other tightly, compressing their ample breasts between them.

Drayce could hardly contain himself. He watched on as the two beautiful supernatural beings explored with lips and tongues. His throbbing cock ached with mounting lust. He cursed the fact he dare not join them. That is not to say he could not still enjoy himself, now that he was aware of a few loopholes. He unzipped his fly, pulled out his stiffened cock, and stroked himself while staying safely distant.

Fiona tilted her head to nuzzle and kiss and nibble at Anariel's neck. Aneriel's breathing intensified -- she felt powerless against Fiona's seductive intensity. They held each other with one arm while sneaking the other hand in between their lover's thighs. They rubbed on each other's pussy, humming together like a sinful choir. Fiona then withdrew her hands and with a sudden jerk, pulled on the back of Anariel's knees, tackling her in the bed of flowers.

Never pausing from her assault, Fiona's mouth savored all of Anariel's physical being. She suckled each of Anariel's perfect pink nipples while she kneaded her hands in the soft flesh of her tits. Her head moved lower, kissing along Anariel's chest, sternum, and stomach. She then ran her tongue across the stubble of her trimmed fiery mound just above her swollen clit.

"You tease!" Anariel hissed.

Anariel grabbed Fiona by her horns and forced the demon's face into her impatient wet pussy. Fiona responded enthusiastically, wildly sucking on Anariel's sensitive button. Anariel's angelic voice cried out in sexual bliss, unable to contain the pleasure Fiona brought her. Anariel rocked her hips as she pulled on Fiona's demonic horns, grinding her dripping sex against Fiona's sucking mouth. Anariel gasped as she felt Fiona's snaking tongue penetrate to her heavenly core.

Fiona drew back, managing to escape Anariel's tight grip on her horns. She grabbed Anariel behind the knees again and pushed them towards her chest. The angel's legs spread wide-open, gaping, inviting. Fiona leaned in to lash her tongue at Anariel's succulent pussy and then trailed lower, licking the tight velvety entrance of her back door.

"You uncouth demon!" Anariel purred.

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