Hell Within Heaven's Gates

14

"Don't move," Immane growled, pulling away roughly.

"Oh my god, Immane, please, don't just, fuck, I'm sorry, just, just, god touch me," she whined, neediness dripping form her voice. Her whimpers echoing throughout the room.

Immane paused a moment. Then a finger entered Seraphine quickly, and without warning.

Seraphine jerked, the action pulling a moan from her throat. Her head rolled back, a "thank you" muttered under her breath.

Immane curled her finger inside Seraphine, rubbing against her. She started pumping quickly, never fully taking it out.

She twitched under Immane, pulling on the ropes. Her sweet moans bouncing off the walls, probably being heard from down the hall by whomever may be there.

Luckily for them, moans were a common thing in hell. Immane slowed down, starting pulling her finger all the way out before plunging it back in.

"Oh my god," her words slurred together, her mind and mouth not correlating any longer.

Immane pulled her finger out, stopping. She climbed off the bed, "are you ready babygirl?"

"F-for," she asked clearly confused.

She climbed back onto the bed, pushing Seraphone's underwear out of the way again. Something rubber pressed against her entrance.

She sucked in a breath, "wh-what's that?" She shifted underneath Immane.

"It's going to hurt for a second, but then it won't, okay Princess," she explained.

Seraphine nodded, "ok, alright, I trust you." Those three important words were said softer than the others, was that intentional?

Immane shoved the strap on inside of Seraphine quickly, pausing for her to adjust. Her left hand gently rubbed Seraphine's waist.

She bit her lip again and whined, well Immane was right about it hurting.

"You ready?"

"Y-yeah, I'm good, good," she moved a bit just to make sure.

Immane went slowly. It was a lot bigger than her finger. She pulled it out halfway with every thrust.

She moaned each time, her wrists becoming a bit raw from the ropes. Although, the pleasure she's feeling nulls out the pain, making her not even realize it. Immane's name slipped past her lips a few times, she's fully given herself over. She's given in, and there's no way Heaven will ever feel like home again.

Immane picked up her pace, pushing further inside her.

"Oh fuck, Immane," she said her name, just for her. Trying to tell Immane that she's hers, telling his that she belongs to her. Hoping to high heaven that Immane is somehow getting that message.

She gently rubbed Seraphine's clit while moving, hoping to push her angel over the edge.

She arched her back letting her orgasm flow over her in waves.

Immane pulled out gently, "good job, baby."

Seraphine panted, letting herself calm down off her high.

Immane slunk off the bed, not taking the ropes or blindfold off of Seraphine.

"Am- Am I going to get untied..." she asked sounding a bit unsure of things.

"Just hold on," Immane was talking calmly. There were sounds of her picking things up and setting them down.

She kept waiting patiently, starting to become more aware of the burning sensation on her wrists.

Immane gently untied her wrists, still holding both of her hands in her left hand. She used her right hand to apply a thin layer of lotion where the ropes were.

She winced a bit when the lotion hit her broken and burned skin, "thank you."

"Mhm," Immane mumbled, finishing up. She let go of her hands and took off the blindfold gently.

Seraphine blinked a couple times squinting at the light that stung her eyes. Before her bright blue eyes met Immanes. Seeming as wide as a dolls.

Immane smirked quickly, before ducking down to put the ropes and blindfold back with the rest of the toys.

"That was fun...." she drifted off the end of her sentence as she pulled on the shirt she was wearing earlier.

"Glad you enjoyed," Immane mumbled, pushing the box back under with her foot.

Seraphine looked at Immane sitting up into a criss cross position and tilting her head to the side, staring at Immane. Examining her, trying to make out some sort of emotion that might be plastered on her face, maybe some sort of body language she could decipher.

Immane tossed Seraphine her pants from the floor. She...apparently hadn't gotten out of her clothes the entire time.

Seraphine sighed when she didn't get anything from her. She laid down and looked at the ceiling, just holding the pants to herself, not putting them on, but more so treating them like a comfort item. Stroking her hair, zoning in and out.

"Something wrong, princess," Immane asked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed.

She shook her head no, closing her eyes, "I'm just kinda tired."

Immane smiled, "go to bed, then," she stood up straight, "I have to clean up."

"Right now," she asked, sounding a bit disappointed, "you can't wait a bit and hold me till I fall asleep?"

Immane silently lay next to Seraphine. She played with her hair gently in her left hand.

She leaned into Immane., closing her eyes as she curled up against the demon's side. She appreciated the warmth it gave her.

Immane was looking at Seraphine's face, mindlessly twirling her blonde hair with her fingers.

She smiled softly, letting herself drift off into the welcoming arms of sleep.

Immane gently pulled away, going to the bathroom.

Seraphine rolled over onto her stomach and curled up into the sheets of Immanes bed. She was in complete bliss. Does she even want to leave anymore?