Commited
Damn. A devil's trap. Where? What the fuck? I look up, check the ground, and under the rug, nothing.
Then he appears. A feathered fly boy. Just what I needed.
I close my eyes and sigh. Although I hear the hitch in his breath, his vessels quickened heart beat. Opening my eyes I look at him. His pupils are dilated, cheeks flushed and he looks uncomfortable. This is something I can work with.
A seductive smirk graces my face and I bite my lip. I notice his perfectly chiseled jaw clench.
"Well, under other circumstances I might be pissed off, but seeing that you're here, maybe it's not so bad after all. I mean you are extremely attractive. Your face is gorgeous, I just want to pin you and your vessel against the wall and have my way with you." His heart speeds up further, his blush becomes darker, and his pupils dilate further. I grin broadly, flashing him my teeth. "Even your vessels attractive. That mussed dark hair, those oceanic eyes, that jawline, those lips. Oh I could have a very for filling time with you, feathers." I continue, angling my body to best show off my features. My smile never fades, my eyes locked in his. I wink at the end of that sentence.
Usually this is as far as it goes, before a feathered friend remembers what they're doing with me. Usually lots of torture and pain on my part. But feathers does something shocking and completely unexpected.
He pins me against a wall, the trap moving with us. Now visible on the ceiling. He pins me to the wall by my hips, his eyes boring into my soul. Literally. Ok, this is new. What the fuck am I supposed to do?
"Stop thinking, and talking, before I lose all control of my instincts." I look at him in shock, seeing the restraint in his face. "Do you have any idea what you're doing to me? Usually this doesn't happen, does it?" He demands, his voice husky and laced with lust and desire. I nod to both questions. "You are my mate. This still wouldn't be happening this soon, except I'm nesting." Oh shit.
I begin to panic, my eyes going wide. I try to push his frame from me, to no avail. Damn Devils trap.
During my wriggling, I feel something hard prod my thigh. Dayum, feathers really has the hots for me.
"My name is Castiel."
"Still gonna call you feathers. Suits you better." I reply, moving so I can grind on his crotch. My actions make him harder by the second. He begins to grunt, and I soon follow with my moans.
His lips attack mine in an instant. Too shocked to react, he finds his way into my mouth. He's like a starved animal. Hungry, desperate and wild.
One of his hands moves, tangling itself into my hair, the other moves to my breast.
I get pushed to the wall. His grace. His lips pull from mine, his hand yanks my head to the wall, and he latches onto my neck. My moans have never been this genuine before. They keep getting louder. Feathers you have talent, to say you're a virgin.
He pulls away again. Locking eye contact with me, his eyes blazing with lust and animalistic depravity.
"My name is Castiel." His growls send heat pooling into my core.
I have never been this aroused in my entire existence.
An angel is doing all this, what the fuck am I thinking?
I glare back, realisation hitting me like a ten tonne train.
Before I can wriggle my way out of this, his lips are at my throat, his hands roaming, squeezing, massaging, caressing every inch of flesh he can.
That this is hot as fuck, and I need more of this in my life.
"Nice try feathers, not gonna happen." I pant, my body breathless, my pants soaked through, arousal dictating my actions, and sweat coating my frame.
He growls once again, and moves away. I fall from the wall, whimpering.
A shift of scene later and I'm sat on the edge of a bed, with feathers knelt in front of me, gazing between my legs. More wetness seeps out onto my ruined pants. He must smell it because a millisecond later my calves are dangling over his shoulders and his gaze is ravenous.
"You smell divine." I laugh.
"How ironic." He smirks slightly, thinking I don't notice, but I do.
"You seem to be nervous, yet you have done this countless times before. Why?" He asks. I flick my eyes to his features, notice the even messier hair, the dilated pupils and the blazing red cheeks.
"Because this is the first time I've actually got something out of it. This is the first time I've truly enjoyed it, and most importantly, the first time my moans haven't been faked." My breath hitches as his hand provides my aching core with some friction.
"I am acting mostly on instinct, but that is beginning to fade. Soon I will have no idea of what to do. I.."
"I'm a succubus feathers. You're in safe hands." I reassure him.
With that over he moves closer and takes off my jeans. His hands begin to knead and caress the inside of my thighs. I begin to get more desperate, and by now my sex is dripping.
His hands trail down my legs, yanking my shoes and socks off. His head moves closer to my heat.
I hear him inhale, and his breathy exhale. He groans, and his hands move to my hips, pinning me in place. I can smell his arousal in the air.
Before I can make a move my pants are torn from my body, and his face is buried in my pussy. I loudly moan, and fall back to the mattress. His tongue begins lapping up my arousal, as his nose nudges and stimulates my clit. I writhe on the bed, clutching the sheets, knuckles white, and moans pouring from my mouth. The knot in my stomach reaches breaking point, and snaps.
I scream in ecstasy, squeezing my eyes shut, back arching off the bed. I fall back down, a light thump being heard as I fall back onto the mattress.
I open my eyes, and see angel boy knelt at the bedside, my legs dangling over his shoulders, a worried and confused expression on historical face.
I get up, and go over to him. My panting, and heaving breath an indicator of what just happened. I place my hand on his cheek, feeling the slight stubble against my palm. He nuzzles into my touch, reaching up and clasping my hand in his.
"I don't know a thing about you. Not even your name, and yet I have been intimate with you when I shouldn't have. This is all wrong. But I still can't tear myself away from this situation." He looks at me, his blue eyes scanning my face. I smile softly, and pull him too me.
"There's only one person who could ever make me cum like that. They aren't exactly a mate, more of a commitment. To you that's no biggie. To me it's huge. Commitment to another person for something like me is the scariest, and most binding thing. You need me, just as much as I may need you. I promised I would help after your instincts had worn off, and that is something I plan on doing feathers." I pull away and see him about to say it. I cut him off before it can happen. "Kissing you h
ave got perfect. But I'll just remind you." I press my lips to his, and sure enough he remembers. Pulling away I smile.
"Check. Now I know all the stuff you did instinctively is still there, so I think we should move onto the main event." I say seductively, moving to straddle him. "Cas, tell me if I'm alarming you and I'll stop, understand?" He nods enthusiastically.
I wrap my hands into the hair on the nape of his neck, and pull his lips to mine. He responds. I can taste myself on his lips, and I groan. He growls I the base of his throat, as his hands roam my sides. The heat of our bodies and the thickening air proves too much for me. I pull away, and feathers whimpers, annoyed.
I reassure with a flash of my teeth, and push the trench coat from his shoulders. He gazes at my face anticipation and love paintIng his features.
I snake the tie from his collar, and begin unbuttoning his shirt. He finally catches on, ripping the shirt from my frame, soon followed by my vest and bra.
At this point I'm completely naked, and feathers is topless. He takes my body, drinking in my body with his eyes. I begin trading his chest muscles, his abs, and finally cup him though his trousers. He hisses and I pause.
"You ok there feathers?" He nods glaring at me.
"My name is Castiel, as I have already informed you twice." I smirk and shrug not really caring. I squeeze him, his groan slicking my folds. I start palming him through his trousers, his grunts, moans, and groans, arousing me beyond belief.
I can't take this anymore.
My hands move to his belt, open his trousers and tug at the hem.
Feathers is on top of me, the bed beneath us. He straddles me and rips off his trousers. His boxers follow suit. His hands fly back to my hips, caressing and massaging every patch of skin. His lips tug and pull at mine, he's like a man starved. My hands pull and claw at his shoulders and back. His lips move to my neck, nipping licking and sucking.
I get desperate for friction, grabbing a hand and moving it to my core. Feathers pulls away confused. Before he can voice his concerns I push his finger into me. I moan loudly. Feathers takes over, curling his finger and making me moan louder and louder. One soon becomes three, and his thumb is circling my clit furiously.
That's it. I snap again, ecstasy taking over.
Feathers pulls his hand away, and looks at it. I look at him through my lashes and see him licking my juices off his fingers.
I need him inside me. Now. I wrap at ankles around his hips, and grind against his rock hard cock.
Without warning he plunges into me, and we both moan at the feeling. His lips find their spot back on my neck, and I meet his thrusts.
He twitches inside me, and I fall into bliss for a third time. I move through it, trying to claw his back to ribbons. He follows soon after, a cry falling from his lips. He cums inside me, the his liquid coating my sex.
I fall back to the bed, and he falls onto me. Our panting breaths, and pounding hearts match each other's pace. After a few minutes he pulls out, before rolling off me, and yanking me to him.
"You yelled my name." He says in his glorious voice. Feathers or Cas? He chuckles. "Neither. You yelled Castiel."
"Of course I did. We're bound to one another now, Castiel." I reply. He smiles when I say his name, falling soon after.
"I still don't know your name."
"Ruby." I tell him, and he pulls me closer.
"Ruby." He repeats, and I finally cuddle him back. "You are mine, my mate, for the rest of eternity."
"Better get used to commitment then hadn't I?" I quip back, terrified of that prospect. He chuckles and we just lay there. Happy, contented and bound to one another.
Committed to one another.