"Are we done yet?"
Cas smiled and Gabriel rolled his eyes. "Yes, we're done. Go play angels and dragons, or whatever it is you're going to do together."
I grinned and grabbed Balthazar's hand before flying off with him in tow. When we got to the tree, I landed straight in the bedroom. Balthazar chuckled. "Well someone's in a hurry."
I grinned at him. Maybe I'm ready for my torture now.
He smirked. Oh, so we're done talking?
At least for now. Maybe I like doing this.
Balthazar just laughed and shook his head. "I'm thinking we should save that for when we have secrets to share and there are other people around. We might get sick of such intimate conversation before we really have a chance to take advantage of the secrecy it offers."
I grinned. "I don't think I'll ever get sick of it."
Balthazar outright laughed at that as he rolled his eyes. "You'd be surprised how easily you could; believe me."
I smiled warmly and hummed. "If you say so. Now, enough talk. You said you knew how to get to me, but can you focus enough while I'm getting to you?" I grinned and ran my right wing along his, shivering slightly at the feeling of his feathers under my claw. He groaned softly before grinning at me.
"Be careful of that line of think-oh!" The rest of his sentence was interrupted by a groan as my claws found the nubs I knew were oil glands. I gasped and felt my own wings suddenly moisten as liquid came from an unknown source and ran down them, even as the oil zinged out of his glands and onto my claws. Somehow, I could taste his oil on my fingers; they tasted strange, switching from dark chocolate to the best burger I'd ever had in my life, swirling around and around in my head as I gasped and fought against the sensations. Balthazar grinned and turned, tucking his wings out of my reach so he could focus on me. He touched my first claw, smearing around the oil on it. It was the weirdest feeling ever. Nothing was in my mouth, yet I could taste fresh avocado and garlic mixed together in the most delightful combination. I stared at him and he grinned. "Something savory, am I right?" He asked. I shuddered.
"Cheeseburger with bacon and garlic and avocado." I whispered and he grinned.
"Well, now I know what to make you for dinner, if you ever let me barbecue." He moved to my second claw and I gasped as the sensations changed. Suddenly, it was strawberries I was tasting, with chocolate ice cream and the best smoothie I'd ever had. "Sweet? Maybe a little sour, depending on the person."
I nodded. "Strawberries. Frozen yogurt. The best damn chocolate ice cream I've ever tasted." He chuckled thickly, and it was not lost on me how effected he was by this; how wide his pupils had grown and the very visible tent that had appeared in his already snug jeans. "So, no sour in your sweet claw. Good to know. I'll avoid lemons in the future." I stared at him, confused. Fine, I wasn't a huge fan of lemons, but a little bit was okay every once in a while. He just grinned and reached for my third claw, swirling his oil onto it.
"Holy shit, that's sour!" I yelled, causing Balthazar to jump as he stared at me in confusion.
"What do you mean, it's sour?" He asked, staring at me. "That's not what he said would happen." He muttered, and I glared at him.
"Well, whoever he is, he was wrong! That is some intense sour right there! Like the powder they put on sour skittles!"
Balthazar flushed. "It should have been spicy. Of course, with the amount I was swirling on there, I'm realizing it would have been like eating a ghost pepper. I'm sorry. I'll tone it back some." I stared at him, utterly confused; lust was swirling in my head, making it hard to think straight.
"Well thank God it wasn't; I hate spicy things."
He looked at me curiously. "Do you like sour things?"
I laughed. "Are you kidding? I used to suck warheads when I was little, just because I could. I used to drink lemon juice."
His eyes widened. "Suddenly the lack of sour on your sweet claw makes sense. Your love of sour warranted a whole claw to itself." He smirked, then turned to me, capturing me in another kiss. I reached my claws for his oil glands and he pulled away, turning me around and shuffling his wings to protect his sensitive glands. He chuckled when I pouted.
"I seem to recall my time as the torture subject was yesterday, and you enjoyed yourself immensely. Last I recall, it was my turn this time to torture you." As he said that, his hand reached up, ghosting over my wing, fingers running gently through the viscous liquid that was clinging to the membrane of my wings. I whimpered as my senses were overloaded with want need Balthazar wings. He grinned up at me.
"Fascinating." He murmured, chuckling deeply in my ear as I tried to flip around, fully intending to get him back. His hand on my wrist, however, stopped me. I whined at him and he chuckled more. When I pushed back with my hips, intending to rub the erection I saw earlier along my ass, he moved with me, picking up his movements on my wings as he dodged the friction I was trying to give him. I whimpered, feeling myself get wetter and wetter, both on my wings, where his hands were, and in my skirt; suddenly realizing how soaked my underwear was and wanting so badly to get revenge on Balthazar for making me feel this way. I groaned and whimpered as he slowly brought me closer to the precipice. I tried to twist around again and growled when he held me down. He dragged me to the bed and pushed me onto it, laying me down on my stomach gently. His hands went to my wrists and he leaned down to my ear. "Do you trust me?"
I whined, trying to get out of his embrace, but he held me there. "Darling, you know I would never hurt you." His smooth voice washed over me. I rolled my eyes indignantly.
I knowthat! I snapped, too turned on and irritated with how well he was taking me apart without even touching the parts of me that weren't giant bat wings to care that I was being rude and maybe even a bit of a bitch. He chuckled.
"Now, now, is that what this is about? Darling, I'm exploring, I allowed you to have your fun yesterday. Can't I have mine now?" His voice turned husky as he licked the shell of my ear. I shuddered, trying desperately and failing to hold back a moan as I felt one hand release my wrist and swirl lazily through the liquid covering my wings. "Trust me, we'll get to your more... human parts soon." He chuckled and pinched my ass, making me whimper with everything he was doing to me. I could barely stand it. Everything was just washing over me over and over. Suddenly, my world exploded when I felt a warm, wet something rub over my sensitive wing. Balthazar moaned heavily in a way I hadn't expected to hear. I suppose I had erroneously assumed that he wasn't being effected by this at all. "Oh, you are so responsive when I do that." I felt it again and this time I gasped, seeing white and shivering as I knew I was breaking down, coming again as whatever Balthazar was doing continued. "You taste so good." He murmured huskily. I cried out almost painfully when the sensation came a third time. This time, I recognized the feel of his tongue and saliva mixing with my oils. I had been reduced by that point to tears and begging. It had felt so good but it was so overwhelming. I wanted him to stop and I needed him to keep attacking me with that tongue, doing things to my wings I can't even begin to understand. He heard my cries and stopped, letting go of both my hands and turning me over to look at my face.
When he turned me over, I saw real worry and fear in his eyes and I knew he hadn't realized he was hurting me. I started to quiet; just crying softly, shaking a little bit.
"Oh, darling, I'm so sorry." Balthazar said, putting his hands on my shoulder and pulling me to him, being careful not to touch my wings. "I'd forgotten how sensitive new wings can be. If you'd been as old as me, I'd have just been getting going; but you're not. You're a brand new fledgeling." He wrapped his wings around me as I burrowed into him; burying my face in his neck and my hands in his wings. He held me, kissing my shoulder and stroking my lower back, not coming up farther than my waist. I felt his wings arch and contort in what I knew instinctively must be a weird, uncomfortable position, but then it was over and his wings were brushing over mine.
"Ice cream, burger, or warhead?" He murmured in my ear. I shook my head, not at all comprehending what he was asking. He murmured the question again, this time punctuating each word with a swipe of his wing over first my outside claw, then my inside claw, then my opposed claw. When he did so, I tasted his oil on his feather tips and realized what he had been doing a few seconds ago. He had been putting oil on his feathers so that he could swipe them across my shuddering wing tips. I nearly screamed with the sensations, but then the taste was there; distracting me from the other, more painful, more erogenous feeling.
When I shrugged and bit his shoulder grumpily -and none too gently, either-, he hissed before chuckling a bit. "I suppose I deserve that one, being an idiot meathead and all." He smiled slightly. I huffed, still kind of upset that he'd not only gotten to me so easily, but overwhelmed me so thoroughly. He sighed. "I really am sorry, Kara. I didn't mean to overwhelm you. You were just making such incredible noises, and it was not helping me stay calm, I tell you that much." His hands moved again, this time ghosting down my sides, then my thighs, to the hem of my dress, which had ridden up when he pulled me to him. Suddenly, he seemed to remember how my dress worked, hands going up to carefully unzip my dress, dodging my wings as I put my hands on his shoulder and rolled my hips, aiming for payback. He groaned heavily, his head falling to my shoulder. "Kara, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm trying to let yourest and recover right now." I stuck my tongue out at him, feeling him pull the zipper down my back, before I buried my hands in his wings and started rubbing. He moaned and I suddenly decided I was done waiting. Reaching down for my grace, which was much closer than I had expected, I focused a single thought on being naked. I knew it had gone right when I felt my naked breasts press into Balthazar's shirt, brushing slightly and causing me to shudder in the feeling of something that was sexual without being angelic at the same time. Here were some bits I had already had as a human; the sensations on those were definitely helping me come down off my angelic sensory overload. He glared at me.
"Is that the game we're playing?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. I glared a challenge back at him and he grinned, his eyes gleaming. "You are so on, little sparrow." He whispered, suddenly naked beneath me. I gasped in surprise when I felt his suddenly free and leaking erection press into my entrance from where I sat. I grinned at him before kissing him lightly. He grinned back into my kiss, pressing himself more firmly around me, coaxing my new wings closed as he wrapped his wings around the both of us. I sighed when the sensations of heat and love swept over me, followed closely by concern. When I leaned down and bit the pulse point on his neck, before swirling my tongue over it, he groaned and I felt his dick twitch expectantly. I wiggled my ass a little, loving the feel of him so close to me and yet not close enough. With his arms and wings wrapped around me, it was easy for him to turn us so he was hovering over me on the bed. He locked eyes with me and stared at me. His pupils went impossibly wider when he heard me gasp as I felt a finger at my entrance. He looked at me questioningly. I frowned at him and he smiled a little, sending over a mental image. I gasped.
"Oh, hell yeah! Do you even have to ask?"
He chuckled thickly, his voice low and raspy with arousal. "Kara, I just brought you to orgasm three times in the space of ten seconds. That's enough sexual overload for anyone. I don't want to make it worse. If you aren't ready to go again, I can get off myself, or we can just have you play in my wings again. That worked last time."
I shook my head. "No. I want you inside me, Balthy. Those were all assaults on my grace. I need you to touch me in a human way, to counteract the angelic ways that you've taken me apart. It's only fair." He grinned at me and pressed his lips to mine in a warm, gentle, chaste kiss before mouthing down my neck to my chest. He paid special attention there, teeth gently grazing over one nipple before he shifted to the other. I moaned and he grinned, covering my mouth and swallowing the second moan that came up when he pressed into my entrance, slowly, taking his time, even though he knew how wet I had gotten, how ready I was. I thrust my hips, forcing him to bottom out in me as I grinned against his lips. We were still locked together, tongues fighting for dominance as we swallowed each others moans and groans. I gasped when I felt feathers ghost down my spine, right between my wings, yet not touching either extremity, like he had threaded a needle. I felt his fingers tighten on my hips as he started thrusting slowly.
Dammit, Balthazar! I roared over our connection, making him wince a little. If you don't speed up right now, I will do something to your wings so you can't fly straight for a month! He chuckled a little, lips still locked with mine as he picked up speed. I felt myself nearing that precipice again, parting with his lips to grin up at his eyes. His glowing eyes. I raised my eyebrows.
Yours are glowing too, you know. He said, a small smirk on his face as I felt myself get thrust over the precipice. I cried out, watching as light exploded violently from his wings, sure mine were doing the same. I felt myself clenching around his member, milking every last bit of cum from his erection as we finally truly connected, on a grace level, beyond anything that we had ever done before that. He grinned and kissed me softly, rolling off and out of me, drawing me in to rest on his chest. With his arms around my shoulders and my wings folded, his wings drew over them, drawing gently on them in small circles. I sighed softly and slipped gently into sleep, the gentle strokes calming me down, instead of working me up like I'd thought they would.
