Hours later, a demon came into the room and pulled Ann up from the chair.
"Where are you taking me? Where's Crowley?"
"He's busy and has instructed her to put you somewhere ... safe," he grinned.
She was pushed into a room that resembled something of a prison cell, only without the bars.
"Wait! You can't leave me here!" Ann cried out.
"Tough shit," the demon snapped and slammed the door shut, locking it from the outside.
She went and curled up on the bed, her body heaving with sobs. "Please Crowley, save me."
Two days passed and each day, she was given meals but wasn't spoken to.
"Please!" She begged but was ignored every time.
Ann started to wonder if Crowley was leaving her while getting satisfaction elsewhere.
She had tried for nearly three years to get a boyfriend but no one seemed interested in and now, even the king of hell had lost interest.
On the fourth day of waiting, the door opened and Ann looked up to finally see Crowley.
The only thing he said was, "now, where were we?"
He stood in front of her and began to undo his trousers, jogging Ann's memory of what he'd instructed her she was to do.
Once Crowleys trousers were around his knees, with his boxers inside them, Ann nervously reached forward. As she folded her hand around his cock, the heat from him heated her hand, intensly; he closed his eyes and leant his head back.
She moved her hand back and forth, just like she'd seen him do and heard him groan quietly.
Gently tightening her grip, she increased the speed of her hand movements and looked up when she heard Crowleys voice.
"I want you to wrap your lips around me," he sat on the bed, next to her. "Get on your knees and suck me, lick me."
Ann did as he instructed and moved her face to his groin; she rested her hands on his thighs and scratched as she placed her lips at the tip of his cock and slid them down. She took in as much as she could and when she moved her head back up, she placed her tongue against his foreskin and ran it up the length of him.
Crowleys hands grabbed her shoulders and clenched them, obviously pleased with how she was doing. She sucked and sucked until the taste of salt invaded her mouth; she looked up at him to see if this was the end.
"No, not yet," he gasped and she continued.
A few minutes more of teasing the head and licking his length and Ann felt him twitch and squeeze her shoulders even harder. When she tried to pull her head away, he pushed it back forwards, erupting into her mouth. She cringed at the taste but followed Crowleys hint to swallow as it seemed he wasn't going remove his cock until she had. "Not bad."
"But not good," Ann sighed and looked at the floor, standing.
"I never said that." Crowley stood and fixed his trousers. He raised her head by pushing it up by the chin and kissing her. She kissed him back and swore she could feel something more than just a kiss, something beneath the surface; maybe it was just wishful thinking.
He pulled back and kissed her cheek. "I'm very satisfied. You may return home now."
"Crowley," Ann called out and he turned.
"What?"
She didn't know why she'd called him so she just stared. He stared back and tried to ignore the battle inside him, the emotions he didn't know if he wanted or not. Deep down, he knew the answer and Ann watched him turn and leave, finding herself in her bedroom, at home, only seconds later.
