A/N:

And here it is! This is what you've all been waiting for!

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Nick cheered in every inch of his flesh. The waiting and endurance had been worth it. She'd been dangling in front of him like a carrot on a stick for so long it felt like an eternity. In reality, it had only been seven days, but, supposedly, that was also how long it had taken to make the world. As such, he felt justified in calling himself deprived—but that was no longer a concern.

She was his!

That wasn't to say he was simply going to pounce and ravish her. That would be poor manners. As any gourmand could attest, a meal was best enjoyed by slowly-savoring every morsel to the fullest. Before him, Nick had the single most exquisite dish he would ever have: an angel. Legends in Hell's House Luxuria told of the rapture such a meal could provide, and Nick was not going to waste such an opportunity to indulge. What was more, she'd come willingly to his bed.

He allowed his paws to settle onto her hips, feeling her tremble at the light pressure and act of claiming. The pressure on his chest from her paws confused him.

"Yes, Carrots?"

Her voice was soft, but firm. "Your word, Nick. Give me your word."

His Sins howled in his mind, testing his self-control to the ragged, bleeding edge. He was already starving when she'd lured him to her bed. Her final act of resistance was maddening. The urge to shred her meagre covering and destroy the room with her until Eschaton pounded in his mind, sending his eyes to full, demon black.

Her forehead came to rest against his chest. "Please."

His paws spasmed drawing a gasp from her.

Finally, noticing the tension in his frame, she reached up to caress his cheek. "Nick, I'm right here. I'm not afraid of you. Give me your word."

A sound that was more growl than chuckle grated out between his teeth.

"Just say the words," she breathed into the ruff of his neck.

His paw slid up her trembling flank from her hip. Along her shoulder and across her collarbone to cup her cheek. The pad of his thumb found the soft spot under her chin and control of her head was his. He tilted it so her ear came to rest against his muzzle. "I will catch you. And when I do…" Power and desire flooded him, and his voice was a booming whisper in her ear. "You. Will. Be. Mine."

The last of the resistance in her frame gave way, and Nick knew she was done fighting herself. She was his. He wanted something to balance the scales. A word. She'd demanded his, so it was only fair he receive one in turn.

As she moved in for a kiss, he stopped her with a finger on her lips.

Judy blinked in surprise. She hadn't expected to be stopped, not at this stage of the game. She looked up and was astonished to see her fox staring at her, his usual grin muted. His finger lifted from her lips and trembled slightly before his paw slipped across her cheek and down her back, returning to her hip. It was a surprisingly tense action for being so light a touch, almost as though he was hesitating.

The reason for his restraint became clear when he grated out, "You've got my word, Carrots. Now, you'll give me one in turn."

"My word?"

"A word. Just one." Nick visibly forced himself to stay still. "I'll ask questions, so you know which one."

Judy watched as violet flame sparked in Nick's demon black eyes. Judy nodded. "Ask."

"Is this what you want?"

Judy blinked, again—this time in shocked adoration. "Yes."

His restraint began to slip, but he held fast. "Do you ask for this willingly?"

The Bond slipped open, and Judy felt the colossal force of will holding Nick in check. "Yes."

"And you know what you're getting into?" His paw lifted to cup her chin.

Judy licked her lips. "Three times, yes."

The Bond resonated as he thought and spoke "Mine!" and the restraint fell away.

A slight pressure from his thumb to her chin and a curl of his paw had her slowly turn until her back was flush with his chest. He felt her breath catch at the contact. Judy's paws drifted up to caress his, and that was all the permission he needed. His free paw ghosted along the fabric covering her stomach and chest, faint touches pulling gasps and twitches from the helpless rabbit.

When his paw reached her shoulder, his claws found their way into the placket of the shirt she wore just below her throat. Slowly, ever so slowly, Nick drew his claws down. Buttons pattered onto the floor as he indulged in one of his favorite moments: unwrapping his present.

There wasn't much unwrapping to do, but he took his time. There was an art to his actions and a very thought out plan. As an incubus, Nick had learned seduction and every technique there was to pleasure the flesh. In that moment, he was very grateful for his skills and educations—despite the price. If he was going to send his angel to Hell, he was going to make it worth the trip. That meant every single moment needed to add to the experience. Thus, with every inch of bare fur she gave him, he gave her something in turn. His breath tickled the fur at the nape of her neck as the shirt's collar slid away. His claws grazed the skin of her belly, guiding the fabric. Inch by inch, he gave in turn for everything he got—her moans a counterpoint to the low rumble in his chest. She was already lost in the sensations, and he'd barely begun.

As the last button fell, Nick shifted the fabric enough for the collar to slide away from her shoulder. A gentle kiss and nip to her exposed collar bone had the angel arching back into him and pawing at whatever of him she could reach. Her increasing efforts to gain some sort of control amused him. It also gave him an idea.

"Poor little bunny," he crooned into her ear.

Before she could surface enough to respond, Nick slipped his paw into the collar of the shirt and pulled it down, off her shoulders. He had her planted on her back, nude and completely exposed, before she could utter a word. One of his paws snaked up to gently, but firmly, pin her ears to the mattress, while his other paw gripped one of her thighs. She was trapped. She knew it. And the look in her eyes told him she had no desire to escape.

"Poor little bunny." He grinned predatorily at her. "About to be eaten by a fox."

As she stammered, he stole her breath by slipping his tongue slowly out of his mouth and licking his chops.

It was easy to do. He saw the moment Judy realized his tongue was longer than her torso—and what he intended to do with it. When she looked to his eyes for confirmation, she couldn't look away. Nick slipped his nose just under her chin, so they were eye-to-eye. He watched her react as his tongue slid out of his maw again and slowly worked its way down her body.

Her paws gripping the sheets, she writhed under the sensation and anticipation. Nick forced himself not to throw all caution to the winds and dive in, despite his desire to take her.

He was rewarded when the tip of his forked tongue slipped over her mound and slid over her sex for the first time. He watched as her eyes rolled up into her head, and the Bond snapped open. He was flooded with her excitement and sensation. His paw left her ears, and he felt her paws grapple onto his head, pulling him into her and down. She wanted more.

He obliged.

Shifting her hindpaws over his shoulders, he slid one paw slowly up her body, letting her feel the drag of his claws beneath her fur, until he was able to curl it around the back of her neck. The pad of his thumb pressed against her throat, just below her larynx. He could feel her heart beating rapidly, the breaths moving in and out of her lungs. The other paw captured her hip, neatly covering part of her lower abdomen so that he could feel her muscles quivering. A toothy grin flashed, before he widened his muzzle and ran his tongue along her folds, teasing, tasting. So sweet.

When he felt her shiver, he tightened his hold on her throat and growled softly, reminding her of just how vulnerable a position she was in. Her breath hitched, and he chose that moment to flick his tongue against the nub that was presented so pleasingly for him.

Once, twice, then a third time in rapid succession—again and again, so that she was quickly writhing. Or at least trying to. The hold he had on her body meant that she could move just enough to enjoy herself but could not escape the pleasure. Her little fists alternated between clawing at his arm and tugging at the sheets while he enjoyed his meal. A few long, slow strokes against her lips earned him moaning, writhing, and a very enthusiastic thumping of her foot in the air by his ear.

The thumping lost its charm very quickly, so Nick applied another technique: A little pain can enhance pleasure. He shifted his paw lower on her body to touch her thigh. With one digit, he found the seam in the muscle and pressed down on the nerve. Judy instantly went rigid from surprise and pain, giving him the opportunity. Her nerves were livewires from stimulus and pain when he pressed his tongue to her entrance and pushed it through. In an instant, her squeal of pain became throaty moans of ecstasy.

Keeping his paw around her throat, Nick began to press on the nerves in her legs while liberally plying his tongue. She squeaked and bucked as he lapped her folds and flicked her clit with his forked tongue, all while he played a symphony of pain on her legs. His muzzle was soaked with her juices as she begged and scrabbled with her paws on his head and against the sheets—anything to give her an anchor.

Nothing helped.

He teased and tantalized, nipping at the insides of her thighs and laving her sex until she was lifting herself off the mattress with the rising tension within her. Nick began thrusting his tongue deeper and deeper inside his bunny, until he reached her maidenhead. Knowing the limit, he set about filling her again and again to that barrier with long, full thrusts. It only took a minute of this to overwhelm the rabbit. Nick felt her muscles clench around his tongue as her first orgasm wracked her.

Judy had expected many things when she'd given in to her demon. Her knowledge of mortal anatomy was present, if not extensive. She was aware of the basics of sex and reproduction. However, she realized how little that was worth as pain and pleasure blasted the sense out of her.

Judy had expected to feel helpless and out of her depth. She was totally inexperienced, and Nick seemed to find that troubling in no way whatsoever. No sooner had her first orgasm faded than another began to build under the fox's skilled paws.

And tongue…

Initially, Judy had been unnerved as much as she was excited. Being restrained as effectively as she was, there wasn't much she could do but trust him. Now, she understood, and the paw on her throat lifted to press on her other thigh. She looked down and saw glittering, mischievous emeralds in the dim light. He wasn't done. Not by a long shot.

The fox redoubled his efforts—teasing, nipping, sucking, and licking her in all the ways that he seemed to know would drive her utterly mad. He kept going until she curled up to grasp the fur on the top of his head, begging him not to stop.

He didn't. Not even when another tidal wave of pleasure left her gasping and writhing on the sheets. He just lapped her clean and began again, giving her more and more until she was swimming in a delirium of pleasure. He tasted every bit of her, and she felt every bit of his satisfaction as though it was her own.

As another orgasm began, Nick slid more of his tongue into her entrance than ever before, stretching the little bunny and filling her. He was rewarded by hearing his name echo off the rafters, and he knew she was ready. He let her nerves riot until her back arched and her blunt claws pulled runs in the sheets, staying inside her until she calmed. Then he treated her to a long, slow withdrawal, dragging his tongue out of her. The appendage rasped along her lips closer to her tail and he rippled it back up like a whip to slide against her pearl, all the way to the forked tip.

Her body wracked with aftershocks.

While Judy gasped for breath, he lifted himself and waited for her to come to enough to look at him. He locked gazes with her before licking his chops clean. The want in her, sprinkled with fear, was intoxicating on the heels of feeling her pleasure echo through him via the Bond. With a slinky crawl, he moved to cover her body. The movement so purely predatorial that he could smell the change in her. Fear and desire warred on the air, pulling him in.

She tried to lift herself off the mattress, but his paw shot forward stopping her cold. He planted her back onto the sheets with one paw, bracing her legs apart with his other paw and hip.

"My bunny."

He felt the pure instinctive fear boiling in her through the Bond. Raised goosebumps peppered her skin, while lust made her muscles twitch and sent anticipation shivering through her limbs. When her nose began twitching, he didn't bother to hide his smirk, or the flash of fang, that the involuntary motion garnered. She was afraid, but wouldn't yield. She had her pride. She would not give in without him earning it. He had never been so aroused.

His paw found her breastbone, and he held her still as he fumbled with the button on his trousers. Less than a second later the cloth shredded under his demonic strength as his patience wore out. He wanted his angel.

Judy felt him kick the remains of his clothing off his body, knowing what was coming. She forced herself up against the pressure of his paw and was rewarded with a view of her demon in his rawest form. He was beautiful. His fur and fangs shimmered in the firelight, making him appear a living embodiment of flame and its hunger. She was terrified—yet exultant! The fire in him burned for her, and her alone. It made the restriction easier to bear as his other paw snaked up to grasp her ears, while the paw that had braced her chest slipped down to hold her hips.

She was immobilized, but would not give in so easily. She craved to show her fox that she was not a simple toy. She was worthy of him, of his power and dominion. She was an edifice worth the conquest.

Judy writhed against his strictures, yanking against his paws and reaching for his neck with hers, trying with increasing desperation to prove she wanted him as much as he wanted her in that moment. She felt the titanic hunger in him with every calculated movement he made. She still fought for her share. This was not going to be about his effort and her acquiescence if she had any say. It would be equal, or she would see Hell trying; so she tried. Right up to feeling his masculinity press against her, then she tried harder. She tried until she managed to pull him down to her for a scorching kiss, punctuated by her teeth finding his lower lip and clamping down hard enough to pull a grunt of pain from his stubborn throat.

Nick felt the pain and embraced it. She was trying. Fighting. Pushing him for more. He obliged.

His paw pads found pressure points along her ribs and pressed them until she gasped. His tongue invaded her mouth, carrying the taste of her sex with it. Her reaction was instant. Her hips bucked against him, and she tugged at the fur of his cheeks and throat.

He pulled back, gripping the back of her head from the base of her ears and forced her to watch his tongue as it snaked down to wrap around his member. Her eyes widened as he guided the tip to rest against her heat, and he pressed until her folds parted.

"Last chance, Sweetheart," he warned through the Bond.

In response, she grabbed his cheek fur and pulled his chin to her chest. He quickly retracted his tongue and arched a brow in curiosity. At the same time, she rolled her hips up and took the tip of him before he could react. Judy's jaw went slack at the sensation, allowing him to take back control, and she found herself pinned at the ears and hip to the mattress.

His voice was a guttural snarl in her ear. "I'll take that as a yes."

She felt him slide into her, then stop just far enough in to tantalize her. She was so close to something she didn't understand. Judy pulled at his forearms and ribs—anything she could reach—desperately forcing herself against his restraining paws to try and claim more.

"Please."

"Bad little bunny." His breath was ragged against her cheek. "Begging for…this!"

The pressure increased and she felt something in her give. There was pain—brief and overwhelmed by the sensation of his teeth on her ear and the euphoric feeling of fullness that followed. Judy felt her back arch as she was filled and stretched with sickening inevitability, until she was sure she'd break and beg for more.

Then, the pressure stopped. He withdrew. And drove into her again, this time without the pain. Reality shifted, and she found herself floating on an ecstasy as old as life itself, panting and begging for more from a lover who smelled of violets and brimstone.

As he filled his bunny, Nick was glad he needed to knot in order to climax. If he didn't, he'd have cracked on the first stroke. Whatever the legends had said about bedding an angel barely scratched the surface. He was used to restraining himself, thanks to his time in Luxuria, but this was at the absolute limit he could handle. Every thrust pushed him right to the edge and, if it weren't for his need to knot, he'd be done.

It didn't help matters that his bed partner was just as enthusiastic. Every time he filled her, she moaned and squeaked and pleaded. It took far more than he had expected to avoid simply throwing himself into her with wild abandon until they were both soaked in their combined fluids and catatonic from the overwhelming pleasure of each other. Nick was also grateful for Judy's continuous attempts to take control.

For the brief moments between wracking orgasms when she was coherent and able to focus, his rabbit struggled to give as good as she got. She surprised him by arching her hips up to meet him and trying to adjust the rhythm. She even forced herself further onto him, almost as though she was trying to find his knot. The few times she kissed the beginnings of it with her lower lips, she immediately moaned and clutched at him, nearly spurring him into knotting her then and there. It was maddening and difficult to control.

Eventually, Nick got tired of fighting her and himself, electing instead to give her exactly what she wanted: control. The next time she tried to lock his legs with her own and shift her hips to topple him onto his side, he gave in. He felt himself pull out of her addictive heat for all of a moment, before she was clambering on top of him, eager to reclaim her seat.

While she fumbled, rubbing her slit along his shaft, Nick grinned. "Does the little bunny want to be on top?"

Her voice was a husky growl. "Stop babbling."

In response, Nick rolled his eyes and grabbed her at the hips. Lifting her into the air with one paw, he used the other to guide himself into position. She might have been expecting another slow, even start, but Nick had other ideas. The moment he felt her nether lips kissing the tip of his malehood, he rolled into her, pulling her down with no hesitation. Her gasp rattled off the walls, and she fell onto his chest, panting from the sudden, welcome invasion.

Judy wanted a moment to recover, but she did not get it. His coarse fur bunched in her paws was the only anchor she had when she felt a light tapping on her rump.

"One thrust and you're done?" Nick lightly mocked.

She gathered herself and looked her fox square in the eyes, though her vision swam.

"I'm on top." Her paw shakily grasped the fur on his cheek. "I'm in charge."

"Is that what you think?" His paw shot out to the scruff of her neck, and she was instantly immobile. "You're on top, but you are not in control." He growled into her throat. "I am in control and you…your job is to fuck."

Heat flooded her, and her hips pumped involuntarily.

"Now, Carrots…. Do. Your. Job." The last word was punctuated by a firm slap to her hindquarters, and the involuntary bucking of her hips became a slow, rolling rhythm.

Once she started, Nick's grip on her neck disappeared, but his paws did not remain idle. His paw pads ghosted over her fur. He caressed her flanks and cheeks, kneaded her chest, played with her tail, gripped her—his paws moved with a maddeningly tantalizing purpose, stimulating her in every way. Judy felt a tidal wave of pleasure building deep in her belly after only a few moments. She was still surprised when it crashed into her.

She received no respite.

Another, firmer slap to her ass caused her to jump and then settle back onto his shaft again. "No one told you to stop, rabbit. Now, fuck!"

The words growled into her ear made her stomach flutter, even as she found her rhythm again. The previous orgasm had barely faded, when the next one tore through her. This time Judy didn't stop to rest. The husky murmur of "Good girl" she heard through the haze was all the encouragement she needed.

Then the claws came out.

His claws tickled her already sensitized skin, and she came again. And again.

Judy didn't know how long it went on, but eventually through the haze she felt something she knew only too well. His tongue was winding down her body. Anticipation and an instinctive desire to see what he was up to caused her fevered pace to slow. It came to a full stop when she felt his cunnilinguistic appendage find her clit and slide past it to his shaft.

Her eyes popped open, and she stared slack-jawed through the sex-delerium. Her fox's tongue was wrapped around his own shaft and nestled up against her lips, cupping her. A silent questioning look was all Judy managed, before his paws gripped her hips and pulled her down. Hard.

Nick was at his limit. He'd used every trick he had—every technique he'd ever known—and he was heartbeats from exploding. He had been for hours. The orders he'd given her had been obeyed, and well past anything he could have imagined possible. It was a frightening relief when her pace began to slow, despite her obvious desire to continue. She was exhausted, and not a moment too soon. He needed release, but he had one last card to play for his little angel.

Once his tongue was in place, Nick released his venom—the addictive poison that all incubi possess. He'd used it in the past to great effect, helping his "partners" endure what he did to them. He had no doubt the angel was made of sterner stuff than the usual pieces of mortal meat he'd used in the past, but he was not taking chances. He wanted her to know the fullest of what he could do and what she had signed up for in asking for his word.

He applied his venom through his saliva directly to his shaft, and, when he pulled her down to kiss his knot, he saw exactly what he wanted to. His angel's jaw went slack, and her blunt little claws gripped his wrists until they drew blood. Her muscles clamped down on him, and he felt his world contract.

There was nothing else there—just him and her. An angel and a demon. He couldn't stop himself. Four short, hard strokes saw his knot pop into place and swell, locking them together. Red hot semen poured out of him, filling the angel, and they were both swept away.

She felt his knot swell, filling her and stretching her past anything she had believed possible. The pain and ecstatic pleasure boomed through her. Her teeth touched him, and she bit. Hard. Her paws clenched on his ribs and she raked her claws along them in the desperate need to pull him closer. The scent of blood and the feral snarl it pulled from him sent her over the edge again. His knot seated inside her, and ropes of demonic semen poured into her. The sensation was too much, and Judy's world turned white.

His roar shook the Den to its foundations.

He'd kept the Bond closed as best he could, but now it slammed open. He felt everything. Nick felt her pain and ecstasy, even as his own coursed through him. The sensation of her being filled with his seed reverberated against his sublime emptying. Her passion and want; his desire and possession. Their emotions and experiences echoed through both their minds, until neither could tell where one ended and the other began. Through the storm of sensation, Nick felt his rabbit place a kiss on his lips, and the world turned white.

There was only their connection and nothing else.

In the darkness between dreams and waking, Nick floated towards a meagre awareness. His mind was awash with sensations: The crackling of the fire and the soothing comfort of a nearer heat source and rhythm he never knew he'd missed accompanied him in the darkness. Nick drifted in his inner vastness and tried, somewhat, to find his bearings.

He tried to compose himself. Tried to remember.

What had happened?

There was fur that wasn't his under his paws. Feathers, too. Smooth to his touch.

It had happened. At long last, it had happened! It was better than he'd imagined. He wanted it again. He'd get it again. His angel.

He curled into himself contentedly.

There was something else tickling his mind as it wandered. Something important. A promise. What was it?

His weary spirit begged him to return to his rest and slowly pulled him back towards the abyss, but there was something he needed to remember. Something he could not allow himself to forget. It was so elusive, and it was so tiring to stay.

In his sleep, his paws flexed. The scent of lavender and spiced sunlight soothed him and brought him another thought. A reminder.

He had to catch her.

He had to reach for his armor. Where was it? And the spear? Was it there? Could he reach it? Where were his relics? He needed them. He could not march to war without them. Where were they? His mind cast out for them. Desperate for the assurance of their voices. He needed to be ready. Needed to know he could save her.

Pain spiked through his dreamscape. Not a crippling pain, but it was there. He looked, and he perceived.

Standing before him was his armor, spear in paw and glittering green eyes visible through the helm. It was a terrifying sight. Titanic power bled from its presence as it stood abreast the pits of Hell, presiding over it's beautiful chaos. Mountains bowed, forests quivered, and every living thing kneeled in willing submission. It was power the likes of which Nick had only ever dreamed of.

He felt so weak, so small. He was so anxious. Fearful.

The figure turned to meet his eyes, and the faceguard lifted. Nick looked into his own face, but it wasn't his. The green was peridot, not emerald, and fur was a coppery chestnut instead of his russet.

We are ready!

The words boomed through him.

Then the face was gone, as was the tableau. His armor and spear stood in the void and sang to him. They were ready. The fear bled away as his surety grew. He was not alone. His grip tightened again, and his prize huddled closer. He was not alone, and never would be. He felt levity creep in. It was an alien feeling after so long. He cherished it.

He would keep his word. He would claim her.

Something warm and comforting moved on his chest, and the last of the tension fled. He settled. It sucked every ounce of his strength away, and he surrendered to it. Something about the warmth said that everything was fine for now. There was no danger in his home, and what he cared about was in his embrace. His mind returned to dreams of paternal pride and the Elysian Fields and days he'd not yet lived.

Nick shifted, settling into a more comfortable position and drifted off again, completely unaware that his body was wrapped around unassailable warmth, his great wings glowing all the way down to the capillaries, like quicksilvered gold on midnight.