Crowley chuckled, automatically picking up on my hint. Pulling me close to him, his lips crashed into mine just as hungrily as before in the cave. (3222222232....this is Freja's, my youngest cat, note. She's my little writing helper today.) I leaned into the kiss, ignoring the two tiny captives that had nothing to do but watch.
As he kissed his way down my neck, Crowley laid me back on the desk, hands pushing the shirt I was wearing up. There was nothing underneath but a pair of lacy black underwear. The Serpent of Eden growled low in approval, fingers snaking down to the hem. He paused for a moment, fingering the delicate material, before ripping it from my body as he nipped at the sensitive spot in my neck. I moaned, arching my back, wings stretching out in pleasure.
What little clothing there was between us was quickly removed, leaving us skin to skin again. Crowley pushed me onto my back, the wood surface cool against my heated skin. Fingers holding my hips in a bruising grip, he shoved the entire length of his cock into my slick folds. I gasped out, my own nails dragging down his taunt arms, leaving red scratches in their wake.
The air grew thick with the scent of sex as Crowley claimed me even more roughly than he had the first time. Through the haze, I could feel the bond tightening around us, an ancient magic filling the room. With one hand, I gripped his hair, forcing him to meet my gaze. His yellow serpentine eyes were like those of a wild, venomous snake.
There is a translated copy of this below.
"Dökk höggormur minn," The ancient words rolled off my tongue, laced with magic as old as the world itself, "Líkami minn og sál eru þínar. Látum þetta vera skuldabréf sem ekki er hægt að brjóta."
As I spoke, the runes along my sides glowed like the embers of a dying fire. When the final word slipped from my lips, a devastatingly beautiful wave of ecstasy washed over me. My head tilted back as my body was wracked by the intense orgasm, crying out Crowley's name.
When my walls clenched around his cock, Crowley growled like a predatory animal as he found his own release. His hands gripped my hips even tighter as he buried his cock inside me to the hilt.
Slowly, as the magic cleared and our senses came back to us, we laid intertwined with each other. Finally, when our breathing was back to normal, Crowley gently slid his cock from my sore folds. I fought a wince as I sat up, turning to the two tiny figures of Hastur and Ligur in the jar. Even though they were probably no taller than my little finger, I could still see the look of unadulterated horror on their faces.
Smiling, I slid the tee shirt I had been wearing before back on. Sliding off the desk as Crowley was buttoning his pants, I grabbed the jar and headed down the hallway.
"What are you doing, love?" Crowley mused from the doorway to the kitchen. I had walked over to the sink, turning on the faucet.
Ignoring the question, I mused out loud as I flipped the switch to the garbage disposal, "I wonder which will kill you first? Drowning or being shredded to bits?" Then I unscrewed the lid and unceremoniously dumped the two shrunken demons down the drain. After a moment, I shut the disposal and water off.
"That," Crowley chuckled, wrapping his arms around my waist, "Will have caused a LOT of paperwork."
Translated version
"My dark serpent," The ancient words rolled off my tongue, laced with magic as old as the world itself, "My body and soul are yours. Let this be a bond no being can break."
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Wild Eyes | A Crowley x Reader lemon series
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