Hell Within Heaven's Gates

13

Seraphine whined, "but why? I don't understand." She bit her lip tangling a hand in Immane's hair.

"That's how it works," Immane pulled away, looking at Seraphine.

She groaned and sank down the wall, "but why," she whined drawing out the end of the word much longer than needed. She looked up at Immane from her position on the floor.

Immane grabbed her chin, "no whining, babygirl," she growled.

She blushed and nodded, silently conveying that she understood her.

"If you want this, you'll stand up and strip for me," Immane took a step back, crossing her arms.

She stood and pulled up the shirt, discarding it on the ground next to her. Stopping though, feeling embarrassment rise in her chest.

Immane smirked, understanding that she had Seraphine wrapped around her finger.

"Someone's just a slut, isn't she?" The words she said were mean, but the way she said it, it sounded almost...endearing.

She paused what she was doing, slut, it didn't sit right with her. She almost picked up the shirt to put it back on, to deny this demon of what she wanted. But then she looked up at Immane, the smirk made her feel guilty somehow and she felt her waistband slip off. The cool air chilling her skin.

"Good girl," Immane said, cupping Seraphine's face. She kissed her, a little more roughly now.

She kissed Immane back her lips prickling, in a pleasant way, where they touched Immane's. Maybe that was a warning from heaven, maybe she won't be allowed back if she continues. Those were risks she was willing to take.

Immane trailed her tongue against her bottom lip gently, asking for entrance.

She opened her mouth, granting that access. Sins are a funny thing, they're all expressed horribly in heaven, yet once you're tempted, how bad are they really? They don't seem all that bad to Seraphine, she wants to give in, she wants this from Immane, wants wants wants. What would God say to her now?

Immane's tongue explored the new territory- her territory. At least for tonight. Seraphine was going to be hers.

Seraphine worked her tongue alongside Immane's it was warm and she enjoyed the attention. Feeling Immane this close, being this close, made her stomach churn. The pull she felt towards Immane was electric, magnetic, she couldn't get enough.

Immane's hand travelled to Seraphone's hips. She'd done this countless times, but this was different. Maybe it was the fact that it may not be a one night stand. Who knows? She wanted more.

She let out a soft noise, wrapping her arms tighter around Immane's shoulders. Waiting seemed impossible. She just wanted Immane to fucking touch her, her paitence growing thin the longer this got drawn out. Was this some sort of tactic she was unaware of? Cause she can testify, it works well.

Immane's left hand grabbed Seraphine's hair, pulling it so her neck was exposed. She separated from her, and a thin trail of saliva connecting them.

She looked at Immane, breathing heavily, her eyes blown wide with lust. She allowed Immane to pull her hair, giving her another sinful noise from the angel's lips.

"Tell me what you want, babygirl," Immane cooed.

"I-I want you to- to touch me, and- uhm, make me feel good," she stuttered out, tripping over her words. She stayed vague, not sure what the actual terms were seeing as she's never done this before. She's scared of messing up, possibly making Immane mad at her and leaving her in this coiled up state.

"Good," Immane smirked, "now turn around."

Seraphine blushed and turned her back to Immane, getting a spark of excitement in her core, wondering what Immane was up to.

Seraphine could hear Immane walk away for a moment, then the sound of the box sliding against the floor.

She stood up a bit straighter at the sound of the box. Constantly shifting her weight from left to right. She chewed on her lip wanting to sneak a glance over her shoulder, but stayed facing the wall. Feeling the heat pooling in her core intensify, making her somewhat impatient.

A strip of fabric went over Seraphine's eyes, blinding her. She could feel Immane's hot breath on her neck.

Seraphine's wing twitched a bit in anticipation, "wh-what's this for?"

"It's for the fun we're going to have. Turn back around."

Her blush intensified and invaded her collarbone and shoulders. She turned around not entirely sure if she was facing Immane or not, it's hard to judge when you can't see.

Immane took her hands and tied them together. She was being gentle, Seraphine could tell. She pulled Seraphine by the rope.

She smiled a bit and walked forward when Immane pulled. She had a general idea of where they were headed. She was near bubbling over with excitement. Not knowing where she's going or where Immane is made everything that much more enjoyable for her.

Immane pushed her down onto the bed, tying the ropes above her head.

She tugged on the ropes a bit, squirming in her place on the bed. She felt the sudden need to make sure Immane wasn't planning on leaving. Maybe it's from the time Immane tied her up and left, but she bit her tongue, hoping she wouldn't.

There were noises of Immane sifting through the box. She already had what she wanted, but she wanted to make Seraphine nervous.

Seraphine chewed on her lip pulling a bit more, starting to grow anxious. She saw what was in that box, some of it looked intimidating. She'd be lying if she said she wasn't scared that Immane would choose something too extreme for her. Being a virgin really sucked at this moment.

She could feel Immane climb onto the bed silently. It was almost like she was going slowly on purpose. Every once in a while Immane's skin would brush against Seraphine's for just a moment.

She gasped lightly each time, never expecting it, "Immane, please," she whined pulling on the ropes once again.

"Please what?" Immane asked. Her voice came from much closer than anyone would think. Right next to Seraphine's head. Her lips lightly brushed her ear.

She bit her lip and shifted, a slight flinch at the close proximity.

"S-stop teasing... please," she said a lot quieter, her voice a bit more breathy and heavy.

Seraphine could almost hear Immane smirk. She could feel Immane go on all fours, directly on top of her. Some of Immane's hair touched her face.

She rolled her hips up a bit, whimpering. She could feel how close Immane was, it was driving her mad.

Immane's lips landed on Seraphine's inner thigh. She was being very delicate at this point.

She gasped, squirming under her. She had no strung together thoughts at this point, her brain hazed over. The only thing constantly coming up is the utter need to be touched.

"Don't move," Immane ordered, her tongue trailing closer between Seraphine's legs.

She bit her lip hard enough to draw blood, not giving a care in the world. She raised her hips a bit. Trying to get Immane to move just a bit farther. She spread her legs a bit more, giving more access to her.

Immane gently used her hands to push Seraphine's underwear out of the way. She looked at it for a moment, before licking her clit with her tongue.

Seraphine let out a sinful noise, not meant to be made by angels. She arched her back, the action seeming like much more than a simple touch. The loss of sight aids in that.