Aziraphale levitates himself until he's floating at a diagonal above the bed, arms outstretched.

Remember our safe word, Crowley.

Michael.

Yes.

With the frightening easy grace of a stalking predator, Crowley slowly raises himself up from his coils on the floor, glides between the angel's legs and over his hip

As the snake moves, the angel can feel its belly scales massaging his skin. His hands caress the silken muscular body. The snake feels the delectable chill of the angel's icy skin . . . Ssssssssss . . .

back around over his buttocks . . .

around again across the front of his thighs . . .

coils around the ankle of the angel's raised leg, constricts a bit ("You're my prisoner.") . . .

extends his neck and coils across the shin of the angel's opposite leg . . .

glides across the backs of the angel's calves in a looping coil . . .

then up Aziraphale's back, between his wings . . .

When Crowley's snake shoulders are level with Aziraphale's, he flares his streamlined black pterosaur wings atop the angel's gilded swan wings . . .

The demon's large amber claws hook onto the tips of the angel's spiraling ivory horns, pulling Aziraphale's ram's head nearly vertical. The angel reaches his arms up, grasps his horns at their base. His muscles tighten as he wrestles to pull his head more forward to relieve the arch in his back . . .

Crowley's serpent's tongue flicks and tickles the angel's furry leaf blade of an ear . . .

rubs his smooth scaly lips over the ram's fuzzy muzzle. . .

slithers down across the angel's shoulder, rubbing his lips over and tongue flicking at the angel's erect nipples . . . navel . . .

The serpent's tail has now glided below the angel's penis. He extends his hemipenes around and presses his tail against the angel's erection, tightening his coil around the angel's backside and thighs. Aziraphale rocks his hips to further stimulate the hemipenes.

Laying his head and neck atop the angel's chest ruff, the serpent's tongue flicks out and tickles the angel's penis. The he rubs his smooth scaley lips over the tip.

Aziraphale's eyes roll up in his head and he moans as Divine Ecstasy seems to well up from deep inside him, an artesian geyser of power. His body has become illuminated like a lamp.

Crowley hisses and his pupils become wide and dark as Divine Ecstasy pulses through him as if he were a fire hose, red belly and body striping glowing red as if lit by internal coals.

The pair are now suspended nearly vertical, twisting slowly in space.


Gradually they resume consciousness of their surroundings, relax and gaze into one another's eyes.

I'll go first. You don't want 300 pounds of snake falling on you.

In a blink, Crowley is once again a human-shaped male who drops gracefully to the bed. Another blink, and Aziraphale tumbles atop him. Crowley writhes around and curls himself against Aziraphale.

Mmmmmmm . . . a bolster from Heaven. Hug me, Angel.

Crowley, I feel completely disoriented. It's twilight outside. Were we only consumed for an hour?

Crowley magics on his watch.

Nuh-uh. It's the next day! We were out for over 24 hours.

Good lord.

Do you feel as if you could power southern England?

Positively nuclear.

I want to eat. It's Saturday night. Mayfair's best restaurants await.

Let's start with sushi.

You're on.


Alas, something else awaits them in Mayfair.


Mood music for this episode was Kenji Kawai's soundtrack for the 1995 Ghost in the Shell.

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I like the eerie traditional wedding chant, but if you think it sounds like yowling cats, just slide to 3:10 for the slow drums sequence.