I will come for you when I'm ready

Fiona giggled under her breath at Anariel's playful insult. She snaked her devilish tongue inside the angel's asshole and thumbed over Anariel's clit as she rimmed her, bringing immense pleasure to both of Anariel's holes. Anariel screamed her orgasm; jangling shockwaves shot agonizingly through her ecstatic body. Another orgasm rushed through her when Fiona abandoned her ass in favor of her soaked pussy, lapping up her nectar while sticking two fingers deep inside.

Spinning her body around, Fiona climbed atop Anariel's sexy form. She planted her knees on each side of Anariel's head and slowly lowered herself to the angel's mouth. Fiona eyes rolled back; she whimpered, feeling Anariel's slithering tongue invade her hungry pussy, and aimed her mouth back between Anariel's thighs. The two moaned into each other's pussies as they savored their shared sexual essences.

"This is too fucking hot!" Drayce thought to himself. He pumped his engorged cock; waves of pleasure telegraphed from his eyes, burning from the overwhelming erotic vision before him, down to his aching balls and twitching toes.

Fiona raised her head from between Anariel's thighs. "It is time to claim your prize, Ana."

Fiona climbed off Anariel and signaled Drayce to come to her. She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking him slowly while feeling his balls with her other hand.

"Mmm," Fiona hummed with a devilish grin. "You've produced quite a lot for her, haven't you? I have a big finale planned for both of you." She handed Drayce the vial of virgin's essence.

Fiona lay on her back in the luxuriant grass and licked her ruby lips. "Ana, sit on my face!" she ordered.

The angel did as her demon mistress commanded. She knelt and positioned her heavenly pussy above Fiona's hellish mouth.

"Listen, Drayce! When you cum, pour the virgin's essence on her."

Drayce stood in front of Anariel; his thick cock hung mere inches from her mouth. She grasped his shaft, hungry eyes eagerly awaiting her prize. She stroked him slowly while cooing to the exquisite pleasure coming from Fiona's tongue.

"Do you like me stroking you, mortal?" Anariel asked.

"Yes," he hissed. His eyes rolled blindly back into his head.

Drayce listened to the loud slurping sounds of Fiona's mouth on the fallen angel's pussy while Anariel pumped his cock. Anariel stroked him faster as she approached another orgasm. She screamed blissfully; her orifice flooded Fiona's face with holy juices.

Watching the angel cum sent Drayce over the edge. "I'm about to cum!" he moaned.

Anariel quickly took her hand off Drayce's throbbing cock and folded her hands together. She closed her eyes and mumbled to herself as if praying. Her hands glowed in a faint light; she spread wide her blackened angel wings; her heart sang, stronger, almost audible to mortal ears.

Drayce popped the lid off the vial of virgin's essence with his thumb and splashed it on Anariel at the same time his cock shot several streams of ropey cum on her face. His load landed on her lips and dribbled south, then dripped from her chin down her front, all the way to Fiona's fiercely suckling mouth.

The two erotic fluids mixed and sparkled on Anariel's smooth skin. Within moments, Anariel's wings glowed as if on fire. The glow slowly died; the blackness of her wings flaked off like fresh ash, revealing glistening white feathers underneath. The cure had worked.

Anariel stood. She slowly turned her head, looking at her new wings. "I... I don't believe it."

"I told you it would work!" Fiona boasted. She stood and brushed charred ash from her skin.

Anariel hugged Drayce. "Thank you," she said with utmost sincerity.

Drayce's mind tried to return to Earth. His blood still rushed to the wrong head as the angel held him in her warm embrace. He had just cum on an angel's face and she was thankful for it! Drayce wondered how many mortals, or otherwise, could make such a boast.

"Ahem!" Fiona coughed. "We'll be taking one of your feathers now."

Anariel released Drayce. "Very well." She extended a wing. With a pained expression on her face and a hard tug, she plucked a feather and handed it to Drayce.

Drayce gazed at the white feather in his hand. This was it -- the last object they needed. Soon, he would have his answers. He tucked the feather inside his coat pocket, and then remembered to also stash his half-erect cock back in his trousers.

Anariel stood in front of Fiona. "Thank you for everything. I will pray for your safety, but you must never return. I have an image to uphold and I can't have demons or angels seeking a safe haven here, thinking they can get away with killing others as you have."

"I don't need your prayers or your sanctuary," Fiona said with a smile. "Honestly, I would have never returned, but I had no one else to turn to for this. Besides, it would be a shame if you fell for my seductive ways again."

Drayce watched as Fiona the succubus and Anariel the angel embraced each other in a gentle hug, not as lovers, but seemingly as bitter old friends.

"I will send you both back to Chicago." Anariel stepped away from Fiona and extended her arm. Her open palm drew in magical light; with a slight gesture, a glowing orb took form. She drew back her arm and, with a twist of her wrist, threw the mystic globule. The orb shattered against thin air with a loud crackle and muted flash. A dimensional gateway appeared where the orb of light dissipated.

Fiona and Drayce walked to the gateway. Drayce stepped through first; Fiona lagged behind. "Good bye, Anariel," she smiled over her shoulder.

Anariel smiled back; her eyes glowed. "Good bye, Fiona." The gateway closed with finality behind the succubus.

Fiona materialized back at the abandoned factory. Several hours had passed since their departure for Purgatory. Morning had arrived, evident by a rising sun peeking through cracks in boarded-up windows.

"Well, that certainly was fun, wasn't it?" Fiona said, smiling at Drayce.

"You could say that," Drayce chuckled. "So, what happens now?"

"Now we rest. Tonight, I'll use the items we gathered to perform the ritual."

"Rest? How could I possibly rest now?"

"Let me rephrase; I need to rest. Such a ritual is very taxing, even for me."

Fiona opened two portals with her hands, one leading to her lair and the other to Drayce's apartment. "I will come for you when I'm ready."

Fiona disappeared into one the magical portals. Drayce stepped through the other, uncertain of what tonight would bring.

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