Twisted Sisters

by Red90fox

Read it or Don't I don't care

4. Chapter 4

If the angel's sister was consistent in one thing alone, it was picking the least divine places for them to meet.

Lariel's mouth twisted into an expression more suited to half-centenarian coupon hoarders than one of the heavenly host, rosy lips shifting from a stern line to utterly displeased in a heartbeat. The neon sign alone had been enough to rouse her choler, outsized letters sputtering fitfully in their attempt to drum up business, the air around it practically vibrating with a static hum. But as she drew closer to the motel itself, striding past cars long-since devoid of life and rain-sodden papers plastered limply to the ground, she found herself becoming more and more irritated that the building even dared to exist.

Then caught her reflection in a grimy window by the door, and saw the corners of her mouth turn down even further.

Not at her own mirrored appearance – she was fucking stunning, and she knew it.

No, at the sheer audacity of such a besmirched surface to capture her image.

Despite her expression of patrician disapproval – or maybe because of it – Lariel was a beauty, striking, the perfect blend of implied condescension and fine-boned allure that was maddening and intoxicating in equal measure.

Her features were stern, sharp, pale flesh highlighted with rosy cheeks and lips the colour of cherry blossoms. Her jaw was defined and her neck slender, and the pert tilt of her nose did nothing to detract from the aura of authority that glowed about her. Hair the colour of golden wheat lay in a thick plait, draped over one shoulder, and darkened in eyebrows furrowed more often than not in varying degrees of disapproval.

Slender as a gymnast and with the viciously perky curves of a college senior, she straddled the border between just-of-age and the lascivious plunge into adulthood. Tight black denim sheathed legs that whispered of slender strength and hips far from broad but nonetheless decidedly wicked, setting stark outlines against dark boots and a jacket that could have been dipped into strong coffee. Anyone who'd dared to look lower than the angel's searing glower would have been unable to avoid noticing her lack of bra, which made for interesting and arousing viewing whenever her blouse shifted against her breasts, pale blue silk catching on hard nipples with every step.

She strode with purpose, her intent unknown to any onlooker but unmistakably there – this beautiful blonde had somewhere to be, and wasn't happy about it.

Past a reception desk with a half-conscious clerk, down a hall with flickering lights, and then to the door.

There was no doubt that it was the room Danika had rented for the night – the handle bore a hanger with a fat-lobed heart scrawled onto it in black ink, decorated with a pair of pointy horns and a curling tail that ended with another miniature heart.

It was also Room 69.

She sighed, and pushed the door open.

She knew it would be unlocked.

Danika looked up from the bed, legs stretched out behind her, and a broad smile split her lips, pearly white sparkling behind dark lips.

"Lariel!"

The sheer joy in her sister's voice was almost enough to make Lariel's irritation melt away at the threshold, the Danika's sunny delight almost palpable.

And then Lariel saw what Danika was wearing, and her face turned to ice.

The tight latex skirt that stretched across her buttocks left little enough to the imagination, given that it only existed above and below her asscheeks, exposing her perky curves for easy access and leaving no doubt that anyone lucky enough to squeeze her rounded cheeks would describe them as anything other than springy. The only concession to decorum was a black thong that was swallowed up in her bubble butt, with only a lacy triangle between her back-dimples to even prove its existence. Of her legs only a hand-span of flesh could be seen – from toes to mid-thigh a pair of stockings hugged her skin, delicate fishnets checkerboarding over slender calves and toned thighs. Thin straps snaked up under her skirt, promising the presence of a garter belt for anyone lucky enough to see her shed that thin layer.

Her trim midriff was exaggerated by a corset, dark, glossy like latex, but with the texture of soft, well-worn leather, and perfectly skintight. Her breasts were the same size as Lariel's, not big by any means, but hardly small either, the confines of the corset inviting a deep-dive into the soft depths of her cleavage. Atop her head a nun's coif was snugly fitted, crisp white overlaid with a black drape, demure for its shape and utterly lascivious for the rest of her ensemble. Tangles of obsidian hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, thick and dense and begging to have adoring fingers tangled in their soft tresses.

The kitschy nun cosplay might not have been so bad, if it weren't for the fact that it was Danika who wore it.

Anywhere the black garments weren't hugging her body, crimson flesh practically blazed by contrast. The tantalising span of thigh, the stretches of her forearms, her high cheekbones and sharp jawline – all a smooth cherry red, save only for the deep purple that coloured her lips. Beneath the coif, amethyst eyes that were anything-but-human sparkled merrily, equal parts mirth and mischief. And as for the coif itself? A pair of horns burst back over its cap from Danika's hairline, dark and smooth as jet, rising and then dipping into a single curl with tips adorned with ferrules of burnished gold, the gleaming metal matching the ring that arced beneath her septum.

If there was one thing to piss off an angel, it was a demon playing dress-up as a paragon of virtue.

Danika bounced up from the bed, a wide smile plastered across her face. "Finally! I almost thought you wouldn't come."

She landed on her toes, spun gracefully on one foot and cocked her hip, crisply compressing one asscheek to make an inviting smile out of the crease at the top of her thigh. Looking over her shoulder she ran her hands over her breasts, down trim sides, over gently curved hips, bending at the knees to stroke her half-hidden thighs.

Together, the sisters were unmistakable as anything but that – save for the different hues that coloured their bodies, and the brazen curl of Danika's horns, they were a matched pair, two sides, two halves, perfect on their own but so much more striking for their simultaneous presence. Slender, toned, with perky asses and firm mid-sized breasts, they had an air of lithe college seniors about them that belied their age – not old by a long shot, but definitely not the mid-twenties that they seemed. The demon was the taller of the two, courtesy of her horns, but Lariel's square stance and aura of steel ensured that she was by no means the little sister.

The demon preened, blowing a kiss to the angel, who looked on with her arms folded and one eyebrow arched.

"Really, Danika? A fucking nun?"

The demon nodded briskly, clearly pleased with her sartorial choices.

"You look ridiculous."

"Do I?" Danika skipped over and fell to her knees, melodramatically throwing her arms around Lariel's waist, looking up at the angel with big puppy eyes. "I got all dressed up just for you."

"So fucking ridiculous."

The demon pushed onto her feet, moulding herself against her sister, rubbing her face over the silk covering the angel's taut stomach as she ascended, nuzzling into the valley of her modest cleavage, horns lifting the angel's breasts as they rose, until she reached the hollow of Lariel's throat.

"Ridiculous?" She flickered her dark tongue out to lick her sister's collarbone.

Danika kissed angel's shoulder, her neck, the edge of her jaw, sliding her hand over the angel's scalp to play with her silken locks. Then she pulled back, arms locked behind Lariel's neck, her amethyst eyes wide and aglow.

"You don't think I look hot as fuck?"

Lariel's face pulled into disdain, her brows lifting and the corners of her mouth retracting in scorn. She crossed her arms, elbows jabbing under her sister's armpits. Danika's eyebrows collapsed, her whole face taking on the visage of a wounded pet, her dark lips trembling in a supplicative pout. She hung around Lariel's neck, chin pressed between her sister's breasts, looking for all the world as though she were about to well up with tears.

Well, shit.

Despite her best efforts Lariel couldn't keep her poker face when confronted by her sister's open affection; mirth plucked at the corner of her mouth and Danika responded in kind, smiling widely before leaping up and planting a kiss full on the angel's lips.

"You do look good," the angel admitted, pulling away with only the barest hint of reluctance, absently playing with Danika's hair. "For a slutty nun."

The demon beamed, delight radiating unfettered over her features.

"The sluttiest of nuns," she purred. "And I've had a few of those."

The angel's fingers tightened in the demon's glossy locks, and a wheat-gold eyebrow raised in an inquisitorial arch.

"Oh?" Her voice was danger, warning, and not least of all, curiosity.

Danika smirked, teeth bright between her lips.

"Oh, absolutely," she drawled, flashing her eyes. "Don't pretend that you don't love the thought of me topping half a convent, sister. There was that one time…I don't think they were yours though. Far too demure for that. Although by the time I left, that had changed. We had to give Sister Purity a new name before I left. Now that I recall…all that talk of sister this and sister that did get me thinking of you."

"Fucking ha," the angel growled. Her face was all steely disapproval, and yet she couldn't help but wonder – which one of the heavenly host had overseen the convent that Danika had visited? She had no doubt that her sister's words were the truth. Impish to a fault, the demon nonetheless rarely deployed outright lies if she could make a truth lascivious enough to shock.

And she had plenty enough of those, Lariel knew full well.

"That convent was a lot fancier than this place though. I hope you like the venue. I thought it would really work well with that frowny line between your eyebrows."

Fuck, she knows just how to prod me, Lariel thought.

"I should have guessed that you'd pick somewhere seedy. I know your taste runs a little too close to the ground."

That wasn't true – Danika had great taste, but the angel wasn't about to admit that now.

"I like being close to the ground. Especially on my back."

Lariel rolled her eyes.

Danika pecked her cheek, and the mischievous smirk left her face.

"It's good to see you again so soon, sister," she said, no trace of deviance in her voice. "I thought we'd have to wait a lot longer."

"Well, I had some downtime at work," the angel replied loftily. "I thought some leisure was in order before it gets hectic again."

Danika laughed.

"Oh, some leisure?" She drew the word out, adopting an accent that dripped with playful aloofness. There it was – her impish spark flamed back in an instant. "And instead of relaxing in a vineyard with your maidens, or lounging around in your boudoir, you thought that you'd like some leisure with your dear demonic sister?"

It was true. Danika may have picked the place, but Lariel had sent her the invite in the first place, curt and unadorned, as was her wont.

Meet me tomorrow. Wear your cock.

"Yes," the angel replied tersely. "Some leisure. I can always leave, if you feel to put-upon."

It was a weak bluff, and they both knew it. Danika deflected it with another round of neck-kissing.

"Mmm, well I don't care either way, I'm just glad you picked me."

That much, the angel knew, was the truth.

"I did…my slutty nun."

Danika grinned, and felt her sister growing hard against her, any pretences that the angel had of composure and peering down her pretty, pert nose evaporating against the fleshy reality of a demon grinding against her thigh. The demon's own cock had free reign beneath the skirt, but Lariel's was trapped in a cruel denim prison, and Danika delighted in the knowledge that Lariel would be equal parts aroused and frustrated, yet not quite willing to be the first one to do something about it.

So Danika decided to be the merciful one, and do something about it.

She hiked up her skirt, spreading her legs but still straddling her sister, freeing her cock to be grabbed by crimson fingers. Where the demon herself was slender, impish in her whims and lithe in her form, her cock was nothing but obvious.

Not even deigning to conform to an expected silhouette, her cock was a thick pillar of meat, its tip flared like a horse's as though to remind anyone lucky enough to see it that, along with her horns, Danika wasn't quite human. The skin above her base was adorned with a tattoo, a dark pattern of swirls and spiked lines, and her heavy balls hung below the shadow of her shaft, promising a bounty of cream for anyone bold enough to milk it out of them.

Danika pulled back and grinned broadly, slapping her thick cock against her sister's leg, the impact making a meaty sound even despite the fabric.

"Ever seen a slutty nun with a cock this big before?" she smirked, making no effort to hide the smugness in her voice. She knew full well that it irked Lariel to see her crimson shaft swelling larger than the angel's own pale shaft, and she was counting on a little goading now leading to Lariel's fingers digging painfully into her hips later as her guts were rearranged by that very same pale shaft, the angel's fluttering insecurity translating into a deep, ferocious assfucking that would set Danika's eyes rolling and her bowels ablaze.

It wasn't as though Lariel's own endowment wasn't still pretty fucking big, big enough to make Danika's own maidens gasp when the angel took it upon herself to visit her sister's house.

But that wasn't the point.

The point was that Danika was just…bigger.

And so the angel glowered viciously at her, resorting to mute resistance in the face of the futility of trying to voice any denial. Danika merely smiled back at her, knowing full well that the ember of soon-to-be-realised fury had been lit.

"How about – less jousting," she murmured, wrapping herself around the angel and nuzzling up against her cheek. "And more fucking."

Danika pulled her sister down onto the bed, wrapping her arms around the angel, tangling their legs together as she drew Lariel in for a long, passionate kiss. She flickered her tongue against Lariel's lips, willing them to part, and felt the angel's own tongue lap against hers, warm and wet. Their hands wandered, stripping away shirts, skirts, trailing over flat stomachs and toned thighs, squeezing firm breasts and springy buttocks. When they were down to panties and fishnets, Danika still in her corset and oil-shiny wimple and Lariel clad only in a silken thong, they rolled and writhed on the sheets, hands exploring bodies long-familiar to one another yet no less exciting for that familiarity.

More than happy to indulge in her short-notice reunion with Lariel, Danika started to lose herself in the sensations of sisterly intimacy, eyes closed and a small smile on her lips in between pecking the angel's mouth and nibbling at her neck, until she realised that something was amiss.

She wasn't being pinned down, arms above her head and legs squirming in anticipation, while Lariel took control of her body. The angel's blunt summons had had purpose written all over it, and so Danika had assumed that her sister's intent had been to use her like putty between porcelain fingers, tormenting her crimson cock or suffocating her beneath rosy pussylips until the Lariel's thirst for domination had been slaked.

And so the fact that Lariel wasn't already giving her orders, verbal or otherwise, struck the demon as nothing less than odd.

If anything…the angel seemed to be holding back.

Danika was an impish, mischievous creature, and so the prospect of a bit of detective work, no matter the context, wormed its tendrils into her brain.

Let's figure this out, then.

She moved her hands to Lariel's wrists, gently pulling them above the halo of golden hair on the bedsheets, the most vanilla expression of taking control of the angel.

And Lariel let her do it.

Weird.

Then she shimmied up and straddled the angel, one hand tangled in wheaten locks while the other cradled Lariel's jaw, nipping full pink lips between her teeth. She groaned as a rush of blood flooded her cock, grinding her shaft against Lariel's stomach and flickering her tongue over the angel's teeth, goading her sister to grab her asscheeks or waist and assert herself.

But again…nothing.

When Danika had spread her legs to kneel atop her sister and squeeze her creamy breasts, she had expected only a few seconds atop her before she was thrown to the side and mounted by the angel, the inevitable consequence of playing tease-the-domme that she knew all too well. But not this time. Far from trying to layer white over crimson, Lariel's entire body had relaxed, her chest rising and falling with breaths laden with anticipation, as though she were waiting for the demon to take over and work her over in her hands.

Something's not right.

The angel was far too…compliant. Yielding. Whenever Danika rolled on top of her, the angel willingly let herself be straddled. Whenever dark lips pressed against rosy ones, the angel let soft moans slip between them. Whenever the demon pinned her sister's wrists down to lavish a line of kisses down her neck, Lariel turned her head to give her better access, and didn't fight against the crimson fingers that gripped her.

This was…totally fucking out of character.

Normally Lariel would offer some resistance, not even out of genuine opposition, but because she was headstrong and dominant and couldn't possibly give in so easily.

Danika flicked her tongue against the tip of Lariel's nose, knowing full well that normally such an act would earn her a rebuke from Lariel's own tongue, or at the least red marks from steely fingers around her neck. But this time…nothing.

"Lariel…" The demons voice petered out with honest confusion. "What's going on?"

"What?" the angel replied, in a voice that betrayed utterly that something was going on.

"Something's up," the demon said matter-of-factly. "You're too…pliant. Yeah, that's it! You're just letting me do stuff without fighting back. You're being cooperative."

"I'm…not…" the angel replied, but her words weren't even fooling herself.

"You are, Lariel – don't think you can hide it now."

Wait.

She's blushing.

What the fuck?

"You're fucking blushing, Lariel."

Which of course, only made the angel's cheeks colour even more.

"Come on, you might as well get it over with," Danika said, equal parts curious and concerned, fingers absently fondling her sister's balls and running down towards her asshole.

The movement was so small that she almost missed it, something that anyone else might not have even noticed – but as her fingers trailed down to the angel's pucker, Lariel lifted her hips oh so slightly.

"Oh?" she murmured in mild surprise, pulling her fingers away. And then when she sent them back down – there, again! A tension in the angel's back, her asscheeks tightening ever so slightly, and the same raise of her hips.

Is this it?

Her mind whirled, trying to translate haptic feedback into a workable theory, and as she stroked her fingers down for the third time the answer hit her.

"You want your ass filling, don't you?" she said, the delight in her voice unmistakable. A slight frown pulled at her features, knowing that there was still one final piece of this unexpected puzzle remaining, her mind racing to connect invisible points that only the sister of an angel could see. She shifted through suspicion, induction, extrapolation, each replacing the last in rapid succession.

And then…revelation.

"You…need your ass filling."

The angel huffed and refused to meet her sister's gaze, confirming without words that the demon was unequivocally correct.

Delight flared in Danika's mind, a whole new avenue of teasing suddenly open to her.

Think, demon. Think. Make the most of this.

Darkness, smoulder, impish light flickered across the demon's amethyst eyes.

Act.

Danika straightened and planted her hands on her hips, looking down at the rock-hard meat between her legs in mock disappointment.

"I thought you wanted to see me," she pouted. "Spend some quality sister-sister time, not just try to get me inside you."

Lariel's eyes flashed as cold as the bluest glacial ice, but Danika knew that at this point it was just for show.

"Here I was, under the impression that you missed me," she continued. "I was so excited that you'd want to surprise me like this, maybe catch up on some good old times, maybe make some good new times, that sort of thing."

Lariel continued to glare at her sister, trying to look as menacing as she could while lying on a bed in lacy underwear.

"You could have just used one of your toys," she needled impishly. "Or one of your maidens. You didn't need…this."

"It's not the same," the angel replied, sullenness creeping into her voice. "And you know it."

"Isn't it?" She ran her hands along her thighs, over her waist, through her hair, undulating and preening atop the angel. "Surely you've got a maiden as beautiful as me, as tight as me, as fucking sensuous as me?"

Lariel glowered, teeth baring in an almost-snarl.

Danika blew her a kiss in return.

"One of them has to have a cock you can sit on, surely?"

Lariel's lips only pulled back further.

"Mmm nothing's as good as me, is it?"

"Fuck's sake, Dani."

The demon grinned wickedly.

"How long?"

"What?"

"How long have you wanted it," Danika repeated, her voice taking on a sing-song edge.

Lariel glared.

Danika batted her eyelashes.

Lariel mumbled something.

"What?"

Lariel mumbled something else.

"Hmm?"

"A week!" the angel cried out. "It's been a week, alright?"

"That's a long time for you to let yourself stay all hot and bothered." She frowned in faux-pensiveness. "And I thought that chastity was never your thing."

Chastity was most certainly not Lariel's thing – when she wanted something, she took it, as the demon knew all too well. In fact, the only time chastity had ever been mentioned was that one fleeting moment years ago when Lariel had threatened her sister with a cage if she hadn't lain on her back and taken angelic cock down her throat like a good little demon.

In response, Lariel only managed a half-hearted growl, her façade of steely-faced indifference falling around her like plaster in a thunderstorm.

"An angel in heat?" Danika continued, the delight unmistakable in her voice. "In heat for anal, no less? I wonder…how did that happen?"

"I don't know what it is!" Lariel cried in frustration. "It just hit me all of a sudden, and now there's this emptiness, this fucking itch, and I can't stop thinking about making it go away and I know that you're the only one who can make it go away!"

Danika's brows raised in surprise at her sister's raw paroxysm. The angel met her gaze for a moment, then cast her eyes down.

"I don't know why," she said quietly. "It's just there."

At the sight of the angel so distraught, so desperate, so open even if only for a moment, Danika almost folded her sister's legs over her head and pushed into her winking pink pucker right then and there.

Almost.

The opportunity to have fun with an anal-craving angel was far too good to just pass up on. It was a rare occasion when Lariel was desperate enough to be submissive, and the demon planned on taking full advantage of this unexpected turn of events.

"I know what you want now, sister," she said, the words she didn't speak hanging there in the air. So that gives me power over you, little angel. "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Behave, I'll give you just what you want. But…I want to have a bit of fun first."

She shuffled back down between Lariel's legs, new thoughts of mischief awhirl in her mind as she kissed her way over Lariel's breasts, her flat stomach, the gentle curve of her waist, letting her glossy locks trail over the angel's body as she descended between her legs. Then she flicked her head back and began to kiss the insides of her sister's soft thighs, tilting her head to stroke the underside of Lariel's cock with her horns. The angel shivered, nerves firing throughout her entire body, the mere sight of her sister's glossy hair between her legs enough to make her as hard as steel.

The demon surfaced, trailing her sister's cock over her beautiful face as she rose, dark tongue lazily dragging against Lariel's length to send a shiver down the angel's spine. She arched her back and stuck her ass up, her position of servility belying the power that she held over the angel.

Then she matter-of-factly took her sister's pink cockhead into her mouth, hollowing out her cheeks and sucking, black lips plump and stark against Lariel's pale flesh. She hummed and purred, bobbing up and down ever so slightly, twisting her lips over the first few inches, slow and deliberate in her ministrations. The angel groaned, her back arching ever so slightly in a bid to sink even just a few more millimetres of her length into Danika's mouth; the demon held her sister's hips down, commanding her without words to be still. When she felt the angel's back lose its tension she relaxed her fingers, stroking them down over Lariel's hips and thighs, pressing her lips down onto as-yet dry skin.

The demon kept up a slow, luxurious pace, only allowing the first third of her sister's shaft to feel the caress of the insides of her cheeks. She flickered her tongue around Lariel's head, bringing it to a point and teasing the sensitive underside, dipping it into the angel's slit to draw out a bead of salty pre-cum. Then she drew up slowly, runnels of saliva trickling down her sister's length, pinning Lariel to the bed with her gaze.

Anyone else lucky enough to have the amethyst-eyed demon treating them to a graceful, sensual blowjob would have been awestruck by the sight, barely able to cling to consciousness, scarcely remembering to breathe as waves of wet heat rolled down their length and through their core, silently praying that after the night ended that they would be able to remember the image the demon swallowing their shaft.

For an angel desperate above all else to have her ass filled, the demon's sensuous head game was maddening beyond belief.

Lariel felt her hands lifting from the sheets without even realising it, driven by instinct to reach out and tangle in her sister's hair or wrap around her horns, to pull down until Danika's nose pressed into toned abdominals and her throat was filled with hard, heavenly meat, to hold the demon's head there and keep her lips stretched around alabaster flesh until the demon gagged and choked, chest heaving as frothing drool sprayed from the wet seal of her mouth–

"Nnngh!"

The angel clenched her hands into fists before they could act grab Danika's head, fighting every dominant urge that coursed through her, gritting her teeth and groaning with sensations other than just pleasure at her sister's oral embrace.

Danika smiled, her teeth marking a ghostly halo around her sister's meat, and a wet gurgle of mirth bubbled from her throat.

Behave.

The demon dove back down the angel's cock, dark lips twisting around her meat, knowing full well the thoughts racing through her sister's head. She loved to be facefucked just as much as Lariel loved to facefuck her, to have her throat stretched out by the angel's rigid shaft, to have her plush lips reduced to nothing more than a warm, willing hole to get her sister off. They both knew that in any other circumstance she would gladly let the angel pound her mouth into a sloppy, drooling mess, shooting heavenly seed into the demon's throat only when saliva was dripping down Danika's chest in thick ropes – but today, the angel begrudgingly accepted that she would have to rein in her impulses if she wanted her sister to scratch her maddening itch.

Danika hummed contentedly, deigning to reward Lariel for her uncharacteristic restraint. The angel's head fell back onto the bed as her sister's throat vibrated around her length, her asshole twitching madly as tiny tremors rocked through her pelvic floor. Then the demon pressed down until Lariel's dome was poking at the back of her throat, softly bouncing her head to loosen her oesophagus. She pushed hard, her throat opening up for her sister's cock like it had so many times before, and she gagged quietly as her throat was filled.

The demon plunged all the way down, her lips pillowing at her sister's base, humming around the eight inches of hard angel-meat packed into her throat. She reached up, scratching her nails along Lariel's toned belly, feeling her muscles tense beneath her fingers. The angel groaned and squirmed, digging furrows into the bedsheets with white-knuckled hands and the demon purred around her sister's girth, lips distorting into a cock-stuffed caricature of a smile. She swallowed, massaging ivory flesh with the tight confines of her throat, drinking in Lariel's moans like nectar.

Too long to be human, her tongue slithered out from the corner of her mouth to wrap around Lariel's balls, caressing, fondling, stroking slimy passes over her heavy orbs. With an expertise born from practice she clenched her throat and forced saliva from her mouth, blowing thick spit-bubbles from the seal of her lips, treating Lariel to a sight that once again in any other circumstance would have been enrapturing, and once again was maddening and luxurious in equal measure.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes of torturous throating went by before Danika pulled away, albeit with some reluctance on her part – the soft moans that she was extracting from the angel were delicious, and if it weren't for her desire to move onto the next part of her game, she could have happily stayed down there for hours, milking her sister with her throat while the angel lay there paralysed by the translucent promise of a future anal stuffing. She slowly ascended, lips stretching lewdly away from her face, cheeks hollowed with suction, revealing pale meat slicked with a sheen of her throatslime before letting her sister's cockhead slip from her dark lips with a wet pop. She smiled up at Lariel, slowly stroking the angel's length before slithering up to her face and planting a slimy kiss on her pink lips.

"Enjoy that?" she asked with an air of innocence totally offset by the strings of spit that still bridged her lips.

"Yes," the angel breathily, blue eyes shining, and Danika knew that her sister was doing everything in her power to retain some measure of composure.

We'll see about that.

She lay atop the angel, her hands keeping Lariel's wrists above her head, cock resting heavily on Lariel's belly. The angel's own cock stood proud between Danika's outstretched legs, and the demon crossed her ankles to trap it between her crimson thighs, tensing her muscles to give Lariel a solid squeeze. Pale length already slick with saliva, Lariel's cock slid effortlessly between Danika's legs when the demon began to slowly grind against her sister, thigh-fucking her shaft. She moved deliberately, tortuously, never letting the angel's spongy dome feel the caress of her toned legs, purring as her own cock pressed hard into both their bellies.

"Isn't this nice?" she said conversationally. "Much better than having me inside you, don't you think?"

A small mewling sound came from the angel, a sound that in any other circumstance would have been dragged reluctantly from her, but had this time formed unbidden in her throat. Her sister's teasing was almost unbearable; the itch for a thorough anal ramming that only Danika's huge size would provide was driving her mad, but she didn't dare to test the bounds of her sister's impishness.

And that crimson bitch fucking knows it.

If she pushed her luck, she knew that she would end up feeling the extent of one of Danika's rare dominant bouts. The last time she had foolishly let her desire for gut-wrenching anal test her sister, demanding that the demon fuck her right there on the floor in a seedy room not too dissimilar from the one they were in now, she had ended up on her knees, hands shackled to a bedpost with a swiftly-produced set of cuffs, her ass unmistakably empty. She'd cursed her own impatience and the demon herself while Danika blithely ordered a pizza and ransacked the mini-fridge before tangling her golden locks around throbbing hellmeat and slowly jerking her cock until Lariel's hair was gooey with ropes of pre-cum. The demon had only sated her lust after three hours of kneeling penance gave way to puling begging, the angel's words bubbling through the thick layer of pre that had by then sluggishly sheened her face all the way to her chin, and Danika had rewarded her suffering by feeding her a cum-striped slice of Hawaiian before using Lariel's own panties as a cock ring and ramming the angel's guts until she screamed her tortured thanks.

Lariel hated Hawaiian.

But she did love the taste of her sister's spicy seed, however unwilling she was to voice that fact.

She had half a mind to push the demon off her, straddle her, and ride Danika's demoncock until she glazed her sister's belly with her seed, then go again and again until her bowels were sore and filled with demonic cream.

She knew that Danika would love it.

She knew that she would love it.

But would she do it, really?

Of course not.

And so Lariel moaned piteously, her shaft stroked by the demon's silky thighs, her asshole twitching and hopeful.

The demon showered her face with kisses, touching her plush lips to the angel's brows, cheeks, and mouth, teasing her with affection while she held off from the one thing that Lariel wanted the most. Glossy hair danced around the angel's face, framing pale skin with ebony, her arms still obligingly above her head lest the demon decide that moving them constituted punishable disobedience.

Beads of pre-cum welled at Lariel's slit and rolled down into the grip of the demon's thighs, a non-stop source of lubrication fuelled by Danika's sensual grinding. The demon's own cock was as hard as steel between them, leaking its own arousal to be smeared onto the angel's taut belly. She delighted in the non-stop chorus of squelching behind her, the minute clicking of pre-cum sticking to warm flesh unmistakable and worth every moment of prolonged torment that she inflicted upon her sister.

But much though she was enjoying herself, the demon had more vexations to unveil.

"What were we here for again?" Danika asked after long minutes had dragged past, her charade of absentmindedness guaranteed to test the limits of the angel's willpower. "Oh, right! Someone was about to get their ass fucked."

Try though she might, it was impossible for the angel's features not to perk up just a little, any prospect of getting her itch scratched better than no prospect at all. A trace of hopeful anticipation glittered in her eyes and her piteous moans subsided into expectant purrs, her chest pushing up against her sister's, pink nipples stiff with desire. She wiggled her hips minutely, no longer trying to press down into the mattress but matching the demon's thigh-strokes as though subconsciously signalling her absolute readiness and willingness to go along with the demon's lead, because she'd behaved so well so far, that she'd been a good girl, and would her sister please just fuck her ass already.

Then the pressure on her shaft subsided, and Danika scooted her knees up alongside Lariel's chest, sitting back on her ankles until her springy asscheeks were hovering just above the angel's glistening cock. Lariel's brow furrowed in confusion – this wasn't what an assfucking looked like.

"Wait, wha–"

"Quiet, little angel," the demon said, cutting off any further words with a patronising finger over her sister's lips.

She sank a hair's-breadth lower, just enough for her sister's swollen crown to push delicate dimples into her asscheeks. She gently rocked her hips forwards and back, grinding delicately along her sister's head until she felt the first fat bead of pre-cum well up and smear over her crimson flesh.

"Mmm," she purred, tracing circles around Lariel's cockhead with her swaying ass. "Looks like you're getting all worked up down there."

The angel could only look up at her with doleful eyes, realising that once again she'd fallen prey to her sister's refusal to just give her what she wanted without stoking the flames of her desperation until they were

"Please…" she said, her once-imperious voice now a shadow of its former strength.

"Please?" the demon innocently repeated, wiggling further down to fully engulf her sister between her cheeks, rosy dome poking at her invisible hole. "Please, what?"

"Please just fuck me," Lariel said, almost on the verge of tears. "Fuck my ass."

"Oh," she frowned with feigned confusion. "I thought that I was the one who was supposed to be getting fucked?"

The urge to cry was instantly washed aside by boiling anger, and the angel looked up at her with venom spitting from her eyes, her searing glare conveying more than her words ever could.

You couldn't dare, you bitch.

Danika only frowned back at her, a pantomime of obtuse incomprehension, before shrugging and flashing her sister a winning smile.

"Oh, well," the demon said sunnily. "Since I'm here already!"

The corners of Lariel's eyebrows collapsed as she realised that Danika was always going to take it this far.

Then her crimson-skinned sister relaxed her thighs and dropped straight down, and eight inches of spit-slick angel-meat speared her asshole.

The demon sank down with a sigh that melted into a wanton moan, her sister's whole length fully embedded in her ass, and her own cock bounced as she tightened her sphincter to squeeze Lariel's base.

A rasping hiss scraped through the angel's teeth, her eyes bulged, and her fingers contorted white-knuckled in the sheets.

Did the demon's anal canal feel good around her cock?

Obviously.

But was she now pissed off beyond belief, and closer than ever to shoving her sister down and fucking her until the demon's mind broke and her guts overflowed with angelic cream?

Obviously.

This was not the anal stuffing she'd been after. She'd hoped in vain that if she behaved herself in the face of her sister's ephemeral dominance then she would be rewarded, her insides filled in exactly the way that she needed, and her infuriating itch finally scratched. But for the demon to do this to her? To toy with her exigencies, and claim the first penetration of the night for herself? Lariel knew that whatever else happened that night, she would pay her sister back for her impudence.

Nonetheless, the angel would be damned if she couldn't admit, even if only to herself, that the feeling of Danika's molten insides coiling around her length was nothing short of divine.

And that sentiment was very much shared by her sister.

"Oh…wow," the demon murmured, needing a moment despite herself to adjust to the feeling of having Lariel inside her after a such long time without. "That feels good."

Of course it does, you fucking bitch, the angel screamed in her mind. My cock is fucking exquisite.

Danika purred contentedly, squeezing her sphincter in a tight embrace around Lariel's rock-hard shaft. At odds with the expression of pure fury that twisted her sister's features, her own face was borderline rapturous, the sensation of sudden satiation enough to give her visions of other ways that the evening could go. She wanted to ride the angel, to lift and drop herself over and over again on her sister's meat, hands kneading Lariel's breasts as she tossed her head back and skewered her bowels until she shot creamy ropes – but something about sinking down onto the angel's cock just the once was far more insolent than a bout of unexpected cowgirl could ever be.

There's always next time.

"Oh, hang on," she said, her face shifting to an expression of mock-musing. "I think I was supposed to be fucking you! How silly of me to get all mixed up."

But the angel knew what she was really saying.

Did you really think that I wouldn't do this?

Danika promptly pulled away from Lariel's cock as quickly as she'd sat down on it, the angel's pale meat escaping her insides with a wet squelch. She shuffled down until she was between her sister's legs again, and dragged her tongue along the angel's length, sampling the flavour of her own ass from base to oozing tip.

"Fuck, I taste good," she murmured, only half for show.

"I'm gonna fucking get you for that," the angel hissed, her words as cold and sharp as blistering hail.

"I'm sure you will," Danika replied, with just enough detachment to tread the line between infuriating dismissal and genuine acknowledgement of the angel's threat.

"But I'm sure you can wait for it."

If looks could kill, Danika would have been in serious danger of her evening being prematurely curtailed. But she made a studied show of ignoring her sister's anger, rolling off the bed to stand on the ground, her cock standing at attention between her legs.

"Come on," she said sweetly, nodding towards the edge of bed. "On your back. I did you, so it's only fair that you do me."

And absolutely fucking vital, she thought, unless you want to take me dry.

Even in her most contrarian of moods, Lariel had never dared to try that particular challenge, and Danika suspected that tonight wouldn't be the night that she would – not with her single-minded desire overruling everything else. So Lariel continued to glare at her sister, but nevertheless she wriggled to the edge of the bed and tipped her head back, petite chin pointing up at the ceiling as she made a straight line of her throat.

The demon took a moment to appreciate her sister's lithe form, so beautiful and alluring, before scrambling off the bed to position herself in front of the angel's face.

"That's it…" Danika murmured, stroking her fingers over the angel's pale neck. She reached forwards, kneading her sister's firm breasts beneath crimson fingers, at the same time feeling Lariel's own fingers wrap around her shaft, white and red flesh striped alongside one another in the perverse parody of a barber's pole. The angel pulled her sister's cock across her upturned lips, the demon's heavy sack pressing against her face, and Danika felt her sister lapping at her shaft's underbelly, lavishing small licks on her steel-hard meat. Danika smiled – the angel was as close as she'd normally come to showing unbidden affection when they were both naked, her desperation to have her ass filled making her servile, compliant, eager to please.

She pulled back and pressed her flat cockhead against Lariel's pink lips, lips that instantly parted to accommodate her sister's head. The demon wrapped her hands around Lariel's slender neck as she began to push in, feeding her shaft into the angel's warm, wet mouth. She felt Lariel tense beneath her when her cock reached the angel's tight throat, pressing hard at the entrance to her sister's gullet.

For all her familiarity with the demon's meaty girth, Lariel's many encounters with the demon's imposing shaft weren't enough to overcome the gag reflex that sent her muscles spasming the moment Danika broke through the portal to her throat. Her neck convulsed beneath her sister's fingers as she took a few moments to re-acclimatise to the visitor that now filled her gullet, heaving thin breaths past the meat that clogged her airways. Pink lips easily given to a cruel smile or snarled word were now a stretched-taut seal around the demon's throbbing cock, hopelessly incapable of articulation, reduced to an orifice fit only for holstering the demon's shaft.

Then Danika began to fuck the angel's face.

In and out, slowly at first but then raising her tempo to a hard, fast rhythm, the demon pillaged the depths of her sister's throat one long stroke at a time. Lariel's face was invisible save for her upturned chin and lower lip, but the sight of her pink mouth being stretched wide with every thrust in and then given the briefest of respite every time she pulled out was enough to make Danika groan with delight. Thick runnels of saliva formed at the corners of her mouth, escaping to run over her cheeks, to mat in her hair, to sting bright eyes that screwed shut to avoid becoming reddened through humiliating saturation.

Yet although she was degraded to the level of a pre-fuck lube-hole, Lariel refused to let the demon extract more out of her than was necessary, be it spit or sound – however much she gagged and huffed sticky breaths past the cock threatening to send her tumbling into unconsciousness, she tried her damnedest to hold her drooling saliva glands in check and keep the vulgar noises at bay. Every chuffing spray of spittle was allowed past the wet seal of Lariel's mouth only after she couldn't hold back the impulse to choke any longer, every vile retch given voice only after her fluttering uvula could take no more stimulation, every thick wave of throatslime dredged up from her throat a prize that Danika's flared tip had to work for, scraped from the walls of the angel's convulsing neck.

Even so, she couldn't do anything to stop her chest from heaving in the face of a cock-induced shortage of oxygen, back arched and ribs straining against her alabaster skin, or to prevent her own cock from bouncing and twitching like an errant joystick. Looking down at her, Danika made no pretence that she didn't love the spectacle of the recumbent angel's body: the way her pale breasts shook in time with the demon's thrusts, pink nipples stiff in the air; how her alabaster stomach was now soft, now taut with muscle as her diaphragm palpitated reflexively; how between her legs her ivory shaft was visibly straining with blood-rush, a glistening droplet of pre-cum oozing from her slit to roll over flesh already sullied by the demon's insides.

She indulged in the vista before her, then the thought struck her – why not give her sister the preparation that she'd denied herself in her pursuit of a short, rough journey down the angel's length?

"I think spit alone isn't going to cut it, sister," the demon said, her casual tone discordant with the rhythmic squelches below her. "Better start stretching out that hole."

Unseen beneath the demon's heavy balls the angel narrowed her eyes, but nevertheless spread her legs. She smeared her hand over Danika's shaft as it plunged in and out her throat, giving her sister a hard squeeze around her base by way of muted defiance. Danika merely laughed merrily and squeezed the angel's throat in return, eliciting a barrage of muffled choking from her supine sister.

"Play nicely, now," she said, stroking a finger under Lariel's chin.

The angel growled, but let the demon's thrusting shaft coat her hand in her own saliva before bringing it between her legs. She let her spit-slick fingers trail over her balls before coming to rest at her rosy pucker, tracing circles at her entrance. Then she pushed gently, her fingertips requesting entry, and a muted moan slipped past the rock-hard cock in her mouth when one slid in with ease up to the first knuckle.

"Oh you slut," Danika giggled, easily able to see how effortlessly Lariel had managed to enter herself. "That went in far too easily! You've been fingering yourself non-stop this last week, haven't you?"

The unmistakeable pressure of retaliatory teeth ringed her meat, but once again she grabbed the angel's throat until spluttering retches dredged up thick throatslime to bubble around her sister's lips.

"Oh, sister," Danika said with all the disappointment of a jaded schoolmistress. "Maybe I'll just have to keep you down there until you learn how to behave yourself."

Lariel's options were limited, but she lay the hand that wasn't inside her down by her side, the closest to acquiescence that she was willing to signal.

"Good girl," Danika murmured, and slowly extracted her length until her flared tip was behind the angel's teeth.

Her sister continued to open herself up, a second finger following the first, then a third, pumping in and out of her taut rim while her buttocks tensed and trembled. She squirmed beneath the demon, her free hand alternately fondling the demon's heavy balls or reaching down to stroke her own pale cock, but only for a few seconds at a time, as though she couldn't make up her mind which meat she wanted – and all the while, the digits in her bowels never once stopped their deft movements. The demon looked on in glee, knowing that however good it felt, Lariel would only be working herself up into a greater state of desperation, that unseen itch in her guts blazing brighter every time she grazed it with wiggling fingertips.

Danika hummed contentedly, her thrusts into the angel's throat now settled into a regular, none-too-harsh pace, basking in the warm glow of her cock being massaged by her sister's tight throat. Then she frowned, and remembered what her game was.

Can't let you be having too much fun down there.

Danika reached down and circled her heavy sack with thumb and forefinger, straining to fill her veins with blood, and then pressed her balls against her sister's nose. From the low hum that instantly vibrated along her shaft she could tell that Lariel appreciated it, and Danika imagined the angel's eyes rolling back in her head as she drew in the heady, unmistakable scent of aroused flesh.

Her distraction complete, she then moved to her next gambit.

"How about I help you out down there, hmm?"

She leant over the angel's body, crushing her length into the angel's throat until rosy lips were ringed around her base and pressed against her pubic bone. Lariel gagged hard as her airways, by now used to at least a small amount of respite from the demon's thrusts every time she pulled back, were now packed with breath-taking hellmeat. Ignoring her, Danika dipped her head between the angel's legs, paying her ivory shaft and pale balls no heed as she flicked her tongue over the back of Lariel's hand. She watched in delight as her sister's slender digits pumped in and out of her hole, pistoning away like pumpjacks, not once slowing their pace.

"Think you've got room for one more?"

With her sister's cock clogging her throat and her nose smothered by the demon's balls, the only sound Lariel could make was one of muffled pleading, the unmistakable noise of an angel who suddenly wished that her last breath had been a little deeper.

Danika merely giggled in response.

"I'll take that as a yes."

She pressed her lips against the angel's still-mobile fingers, her tongue slithering effortlessly between them to join in their exploration of her sister's anal canal. Low moans vibrated into Lariel's bowels as Danika probed and prodded, flexible muscle rasping against shuddering walls, slathering fresh lubrication in her wake. Lariel's eyes shuddered and rolled beneath the blindfold of the demon's balls, only half from her abrupt breathlessness. Far better than her fingers ever could, her sister's tongue reached depths that her fingers could only dream of, every squelching millimetre that marked its passage a millimetre closer to her lust being slaked. For an angel consumed by the desire to have her asshole filled, Danika's too-long tongue was welcome to cavort in her guts as long as it liked, even if the price she had to pay was blacked-out vision and screaming lungs.

Danika occasionally visited an idle stroke or squeeze upon Lariel's length, or cradled pale balls in her palm, but for the most part she contented herself with deep-diving into the angel's quivering hole. She thrilled at the thought of Lariel having both her throat and asshole packed with meat, few things able to get the demon hotter than the notion of her dominant sister being helplessly spit-roasted like some wide-eyed college slut experiencing her first dorm-room gangbang.

She could have easily stayed there for hours, letting Lariel's gullet milk load after load out of her while she tickled the angel's insides with her tongue, but once again she forced herself onto her next move.

She pulled herself from her sister's holes, tongue retracting from coiling innards and cock glistening brightly with a fresh coating of throatslime, her flared tip slipping from pink lips with a wet pop. Then she crouched by the side of the bed and brought her face to her sister's, the angel's spit-streaked cheeks red under their sheen of slime as though attempting to emulate the same hue of the demon. Danika beamed at her, kissing her upside-down lips before pulling back, a thick translucent string bridging the gap between them.

"I think you're about ready, sister."

The angel's azure eyes glittered fiercely, her features alight despite the runnels of saliva that striped her face, the unmistakable signature of a demonic facefucking.

Without ceremony the demon stood and grabbed Lariel's shoulders, spinning her around on the bed. She arranged the angel onto her side, legs bent, and pinned Lariel's arms above her head, stretching her pale body out. Danika drank in her sister's beautiful form, savouring the wicked curve of hip and waist, revelling in the swell of her breasts, and absolutely eye-fucking her perky asscheeks and the winking hole between them. She leant over the angel, driving her wrists hard into the sheets and keeping her legs from moving. With her hips tilted and her sister's weight pinning her against the bed, Lariel couldn't reach for Danika's cock and guide it to her desperate asshole – a limitation that no doubt the demon had been very much intentional about.

Unseen but very much no unnoticed, Lariel felt the demon's flared head pressing against her asshole, and she tried to relax her muscles as much as she could, willing her sister's cock to pop inside aching pucker. Danika smiled down at her, rocking her hips forwards and back, brushing her tip against the angel's hole, teasing her before the inevitable entry, feeding on the desperation that practically radiated from her sister.

But every time it seemed as though Danika was about to push inside, every time Lariel thought that the demon's meat was about to split her open and stretch her anal walls around its girth, she was treated only to the sensation of Danika's length sliding along the valley of her creamy asscheeks,

At first she though it was unintended, the inevitable trial-and-error of engorged meat trying to enter a barely-stretched hole. But after it happened four, five, six times, each pass between her buttocks accompanied by the demon's infuriating smile, she knew that her sister was still toying with her, fanning the flames of her desire, slowly working her up into an anticipatory froth that had her own cock leaking fat beads of pre-cum onto the bed.

And it was working.

Then Danika's tip flattened against her hole, demonic pre-cum squeezing directly against clenched muscle, the pressure increasing, and Lariel's insides spasmed as they desperately tried to open up enough to let the demon slip inside.

Her eyes filled with piteous desperation, silently begging her sister to lift her out of her pit of lust and quench the thirst that had been tormenting her so.

Please.

Please fuck me.

Danika's smile only widened, promising no such easy relief. Visions of tormented chastity and denied release flooded the angel's mind, and Lariel found herself with words of trembling supplication poised to spring off her tongue, her voice on the cusp of cracking as she begged the demon to just please shove her fucking meat in already.

But surprisingly, her sister beat her to it.

It took her a moment to realise that her sister's cock had entered her, the sudden expansion of her rim to fast for her nerves to keep up with. But when her synapses clicked together and painted the sensation in her brain, she melted like a snowball thrown into the demon's sweltering abode. Wheaten eyebrows collapsed around azure eyes as her countenance melted into a mask of open, honest pleasure, and a whimper, soft and vulnerable, escaped into the air.

And to think – the demon had only pushed the tip inside.

The angel's famished asshole gratefully welcomed its visitor, moulding effortlessly around iron-hard meat, the itch inside her bowels slowly receding with every minute squelch that marked Danika's slow passage. A fire took its place, smouldering, simmering, ready to boil all the way up into her guts and flood her with the sensation of being utterly full that she had been craving.

Yes, yes, yes!

She looked up at the demon's own face, crimson features split with a wicked grin, and where any other time she might have wished to slap the infuriating smirk from Danika's face, now she only wished to reach up, press her hand against her sister's neck and whisper her gratitude.

I love you, sister.

And then Danika stopped.

No!

The demon's joints locked up as though flash-frozen, only an inch of her hellmeat inside Lariel's grasping hole, and looked down at her sister with raised brows and an infuriating smile playing over her lips. Lariel whined, wriggling beneath Danika's weight, trying desperately to pull in a few more millimetres – a futile effort, as the demon held her in place with a steely grip, thumbs digging into her pale midriff.

Danika's smile broadened, eyes alight with wicked glee.

"Oh, what's wrong?" she asked, her play at innocence about as convincing it could be, given her curled horns and crimson flesh. She reached down to stroke the angel's pale cheek. "You…you didn't want more, did you?"

The angel didn't even have the reserve to snap up at her sister, so desperate was she to be filled. Instead, she only whimpered piteously.

"…yes…."

The demon's smile shifted to one of mocking pity. Her eyes blazed, and her whole face was suffused with savage glee. Utterly at the mercy of her burning need to have her insides cored out as deeply as possible, the angel was a hopeless slave to her own whims – which meant that she was a slave to the demon's whims.

"You want… all of it?"

"Yes," the angel replied far too quickly, her voice breathy and urgent.

"Oh," the demon pouted. "Really? You don't sound so sure."

"Please," Lariel begged, almost on the verge of sobbing, the entrance to her bowels spasming madly around Danika's girth. She would have given anything in that moment to have her sister stuff her guts – promised to spend a week suckling the demon's oxblood balls, or to serve all of her hellish maidens at the same time – anything at all to get what she craved. She would be her sister's slave, her whore, her subservient little butt-slut, she would worship the very ground that the demon walked on and praise every inch of her crimson flesh, if only Danika would cram her bowels full of cock until stars burst across her vision and tears of gratitude streamed down her cheeks.

But before the angel could make her pitiful supplication, the demon frowned down at her sister, wordlessly quelling any attempt at wretched bargaining.

"I don't know…"

"Please."

"Louder."

"Please!" the angel shrieked, her eyes wild and desperate, bowels screaming with need. "Please fuck my ass! Please just fucking fill me up!"

"That's a good girl," Danika sighed, and pushed fully inside with a tide of wet squelches.

Lariel forgot how to breathe for a moment, her ass so suddenly full, and when she remembered to fill her lungs the first exhale came out as a raw, ragged moan. Her breath splashed warmly over Danika's face as the demon pressed herself in for a long, full kiss, moaning into Lariel's mouth as her whole length was embraced by her sister's constricting bowels.

"Is that what you wanted?" the demon murmured, her breath hot against Lariel's face.

The angel only nodded dumbly, her mind too fried to form words, awash in the glow of the meat that packed her insides and set every nerve ending ablaze with pleasure. If that first teasing inch had made her almost mad with desire, all nine[url=#_ftn1[font=Garamond[1/font/url] of them made her mind go blank as her synapses overloaded. Weeks of yearning were sated in the split-second of one deep thrust, her itch finally scratched by her sister's crimson length, relief flooding intoxicatingly through her. Her brain overloaded with the sensation of being so full, her eyes glassy as a single unequivocal feeling gripped her.

Bliss.

Danika dragged herself out, scraping Lariel's walls with her flared tip, and then crushed her meat back inside, starting up a measured, hard pace. Her balls slapped against the angel's side-turned thigh like a drumbeat tattoo, and Lariel's pale breasts shook in time with her sister's thrusts, stiff nipples bouncing as she shuddered under Danika's ministrations. The chorus of squelches and wet clicks that rose up to the demon's ears were like music, each withdrawal dredging up fresh squelches from deep within Lariel's guts, the unequivocal sounds of sex blending into a symphony that signified nothing less than a deep, intense assfucking.

Lariel was like another angel beneath her, any shred of her disdainful demeanour now buried beneath consummate submission, any capacity for spitting acid-laden words now washed away by the ceaseless moaning that fell from her lips, hoarse and raw and utterly mindless. Her fingers dug creases into the sheets, clenching and unclenching purely on reflex, and her toes curled until they were practically spiral. Blue eyes that not so long ago glared daggers at the impish demon now rolled in their sockets, sight unfocused and glazed, and she writhed like a bacchant entangled in the throes of euphoria, slender limbs and toned stomach and engorged cock all sheened in a thin coat of sweat.

The sight of her sister's transformation from imperious angel to mewling butt-slut was more exquisite than anything else to the demon, the superlative denouement of barely-restrained lust shaped by impish needling and the careful application of sisterly mischief.

And fuck, did she have more mischief in store.

She pulled out, her cock's egress marked by the hollow sucking sound that could only ever signify the gape of a thoroughly fucked asshole. The demon looked down at her handiwork, proud of the sight before her. The angel's asshole, only minutes ago a madly winking pinprick, was now a dark hole two fingers wide, once-taut muscle now reluctant to let the memory of being stretched wide open fade. Pale flesh gave way to a rosy-pink rim, quivering and trembling from the assfucking it had just received. A trickle of thick saliva, now churned into a lewd froth, slowly oozed from the angel's bowels, running treacle-like into the stretched-wide valley of her ass-cleavage.

As for the angel, she merely moaned weakly as her eyes swam back into focus,

She moved Lariel's legs so that they were now wish-boned on either side of her crimson hips, pushed back inside, but held herself at the angel's opening, keeping only her flared tip inside her sister's anal tunnel. Lariel moaned softly, and her eyes fluttered open when the next gut-rearranging thrust didn't happen. She looked up at her sister, something akin to worry flickering across her face, and a tiny mewl escaped her lips. The demon let go of her sister's hips and fell forwards, catching herself with splayed hands on either side of Lariel's head. Danika drank in the piteous expression on her sister's face like a fine wine, and resisted the urge to slam fully inside as she leaned in close to whisper into Lariel's ear.

"Work for it."

Her voice caressed Lariel's skin, sending goosebumps running over pale flesh, and the angel jerkily bucked her hips, eager to have her sister's full length inside her again. The demon loomed above her, arms straight and trembling, glossy hair hanging down to stroke Lariel's face. The angel moaned pathetically, her desperate hip-thrusts not reaching high enough to take more than a few inches of Danika's cock back into her ass. Her own cock bounced from her tensed belly, leaving a shining smear of pre-cum above her navel. She tried to lock her feet around the demon's waist, but Danika dived down and sank her teeth into Lariel's neck until the angel cried out and let her pale legs fall back down, open and vulnerable and hopelessly ineffective.

"No cheating."

Lariel bit her lip, two matching crescents already forming her snow-white neck, a fire smouldering in her eyes. But she still obeyed the demon, keeping her feet flat on the bed as she canted her hips upwards, thrusting her pelvis towards her sister in a vulgar zeal to put her bowels to use as a vessel for engorged hellmeat.

Yet try as she might, she couldn't fit more than half of the demon's length inside her, thwarted every time she reached the halfway mark by her sister pulling upwards amidst a thick blanket of chuckles. Puling whimpers marked the passage of her frustration, the ember deep in her guts slowly simmering down to a coal-red glow, threatening to extinguish itself fully if she couldn't sheath the demon's cock in herself and stoke it back to a raging inferno. Her beautiful face was a dolorous mask, her soul exposed in pleading eyes and downcast brows, her base desire to be filled writ large over her features.

Danika merely smiled in the face of the angel's anguish, feeding on her sister's desperation like a vampire on blood.

Then she gave in to the angel's piteous mewls and slammed her hips down, crushing ten inches of rock-hard meat into her sister's bowels. The angel half screamed, half gasped, the air driven from her lungs with the sudden impact, her insides feeling like it was the first time she'd been filled again. Danika pressed herself into the angel, trapping her sister's pale cock between their bodies, rolling the sensitive pink dome over tensed stomachs every time the demon hunched her hips, and a dull ache spread through Lariel's balls as Danika's pubic bone smacked into them again and again. Their cries mingled and became one in the cramped confines of the room, an impassioned duet of exertion and release and sheer indulgence in a deep, hard anal stuffing.

On the receiving end of a pounding by a well-hung demon, and with a week's worth of pent-up frustration bubbling in her balls, it was hardly any surprise that Lariel didn't last much longer.

Danika felt her sister tense up and her chest heave with a pattern of oh-so-familiar shudders, and knew that it could only mean one thing. She slammed her hips harder into the angel, crushing her heavenly prostate with half a dozen jackhammer thrusts, and lifted herself up slightly let Lariel's cock have a sliver of breathing space between them, not once breaking their kiss. Words weren't needed any more – the angel was going to cum, hard, no matter what the demon said next, and despite Danika's mischievous inclinations she wanted nothing more than to give her sister a climax worthy of her week-long wait. She shoved her tongue down Lariel's throat as crimson fingers snaked down between the angel's legs, squeezing her throbbing ballsack, and the desperate angel began to cum.

Lariel moaned gutturally as she came, eyes fluttering behind half-closed lids, then shooting open as she felt spurts of her own hot cum splattering against her face and neck. Her sister only pressed harder into their kiss, lips suddenly slimy with seed, and Lariel inadvertently responded in kind, her tongue flickering against Danika's warm mouth to taste her own salty flavour. The angel's asshole spasmed uncontrollably around the meat currently crushing her prostate into a quivering pulp, every muscular contraction sending sympathetic ripples through her helplessly cumming cock and balls, the mere presence of Danika's rock-hard meat in her bowels making her orgasm all the more intense.

This was what she had wanted, what she had needed, and she no longer cared about any pretences of control or resistance, her wanton moans a union of unrestrained sobs and candid bliss, her head tipped back and her body shuddering with abandon.

"That's it," the demon whispered, finally deciding to pull her lips away from the angel's. Not a trace of mockery ran through her words – she wanted the angel to enjoy her climax as much as she was enjoying being its cause, delighting that she was playing a part in giving her sister the release that she so craved. "Cum for me!"

Deep in the throes of her orgasm, Lariel kept cumming, helplessly at the mercy of the torrid flood of chemicals coursing through her body. Long spurts of seed striped her belly and breasts, pearlescent cream on alabaster flesh, unseen by either of them but unmistakably there, both the heat of her shots and the taste of angelic seed on their joined lips unable to be ignored. Lariel's hips bucked and twitched wholly out of her control, her legs shaking above her, and all the while Danika's cock kept crushing in and out of her convulsing bowels.

When she was finally dry, her stomach still tensing from ghostly aftershocks and her cockhead taut and swollen from what felt like a lifetime of erupting, she felt Danika's own length slowly pull from her asshole, a vacuous, hollow feeling opening up inside her as her guts remembered the sensation of not being stuffed with nine inches of throbbing hellmeat.

"Doesn't that taste good," Danika breathed, strings of demonic seed bridging her lips as she spoke, her face inches away from Lariel's own. The angel felt herself straining up to kiss her sister, her mouth quivering with vulnerable need. No matter how infuriating the demon's teasing had been, no matter how it went against every fibre of the angel's being to submit her dominant urges, she was grateful that Danika had given her what she wanted, and pink lips against dark ones was as good as any way to show her gratitude.

Then she saw Danika's wicked smirk, and she snapped out of her daze.

She'd had her itch scratched, had her guts filled and stretched out, and had her O.

Now it was time to pay the demon back for her little power trip.

Lariel grabbed the demon by the horns and shoved her to the side, rolling over until their positions had reversed. She pulled her legs up and knelt on Danika's forearms, pinning them to the bed, one hand coming to rest on her sister's crimson throat. Danika's eyes flashed in delight as the angel's cock reared above her, still rock-hard and casting a long shadow over her crimson features despite its recent release, but she made no effort at all to free herself from beneath Lariel's knees.

"You enjoyed that, didn't you?" the angel growled, any malleability left within her melting away like ice before an inferno.

"Not as much as you did, sweet sister," the demon replied, making a show of licking a drop of angelic cream from her lips.

The angel didn't bother replying, and instead smacked her cock against Danika's face, hard.

Then she leaned in close to the demon, her back an alabaster arch, cum-strings dripping down onto Danika's cheeks to stripe across her crimson skin. Pale fingers forced themselves between dark lips, worming their way to the back of Danika's throat until she gagged.

"My turn," she hissed. "I'm gonna fuck you until you scream."

"Mmm," Danika hummed, sucking on her sister's digits. "You're gonna try."

Lariel let the sharp report of her palm against Danika's cheek be her only reply, and the demon moaned in masochistic gratitude. The demon's eyes flashed, and she smiled around the fingers still in her mouth.

Unwilling to give her sister even this small win, the angel unceremoniously pulled her hand away and manhandled Danika onto her stomach, before grabbing her hips and hauling her up onto her knees. She roughly spread the demon's crimson cheeks and matched the slap to her sister's face with another one to her ass, eliciting a cry of delight from Danika.

Yes, yes, yes!

The demon knew that she was in for a rough, raw pounding – you didn't just use a rare moment of weakness against Lariel, force her submit to your power over her, make her cum all over her own face and expect to get away unscathed in the aftermath. From the moment that she'd figured out just what Lariel had needed, Danika had foreseen that she would always end up like this the moment the angel's lust had been sated: on all fours, at her sister's mercy, and about to reap the fruits of her haphazard needling of the hot-tempered angel.

It was going to be spectacular.

Lariel leant over her sister's back, one hand pulling back on the demon's hair to bend her neck into a bow, the other pressing down between the demon's shoulder blades, keeping her back arched and her ass sticking up. Danika let out a sharp gasp, but her dark lips curved into the smile of a submissive who knew that she was about to get her guts thoroughly stuffed.

"I'd fuck your face," Lariel hissed into her sister's ear, "but you don't deserve the lube."

It didn't matter that her shaft was already glistening with her own cum and what was left of the demon's own spit – it was the sadistic thought that counted. Even so, she straightened and spat into Danika's eagerly winking hole, then scooped up some of her own cum from her cheek and wiped it along her length. The demon shuddered in anticipation, her pucker clenching invitingly.

Content with this small mercy, the angel pressed her tip against Danika's mahogany rim, grabbed the demon's hips, and drove herself in, and for the second time that night the demon's asshole was filled.

Despite Danika having already treated herself to the sensation of her sister's cock between her asscheeks, she was hardly well-stretched enough for Lariel's savage entry to be anything other than rough, and the meagre amount of lubrication on her sister's cock barely qualified as such. Both angel and demon gasped at the burning of engorged angel-meat scraping against anal walls only barely acquainted with lubrication, pale meat battering its way into untouched colon. Lariel held herself still, two thirds of her length buried in her sister's ass, frozen by the thin whine that slipped from Danika's lips. A spike of worry shot through her brain, holding her vengeance temporarily in check – had she hurt, really hurt, her sister? She hesitated, fingers loosening a little on the demon's hips, and her lips tentatively parted in the first signs of a caring question.

Then she felt Danika pushing back against her, hesitantly, almost imperceptibly.

"Why did you stop, sister?" the demon asked, the barest hint of strain in her voice. "I can barely feel you."

An involuntary smirk of satisfaction pulled at the corners of Lariel's mouth, and she tightened her grip once more. She pushed fully into the demon, cramming the last few inches of her cock inside Danika's ass, gritting her teeth through the rough abrasion. Danika groaned, her voice hoarse, panting at the sensation, her insides raw and burning. When the angel pulled back, her retraction completing her cock's barely-lubed quest, both sisters moaned in half-relief, half-pleasure – the worst was over.

As she started to fuck Danika strings of her own cum began to abseil down the angel's chin, dangling pendulously, ridiculously, swaying and trembling with the rhythm of her hard thrusts. They came to rest on Danika's rippling cheeks, pooling in her ass-cleavage to run down to her rosebud, making each subsequent thrust a little less harsh, a self-replenishing supply of lube for as long as Lariel wore her own seed on her face.

She couldn't see Danika's face, but she could practically hear the smile that curved her lips, and so the angel dug her fingers into her sister's hips even harder and pulled the demon back, meeting each deep thrust with the extra impetus that only a pissed-off angel could muster. Danika's firm cheeks rippled like waves, her head tossing around as though caught in a storm, and her grunts and groans became shallower as the air was driven from her lungs every time Lariel speared her bowels. The sharp impact of Lariel's thighs against Danika's ass split the air, and both angel and demon felt the dull ache of their balls slapping against one another.

The demon looked over her shoulder, hair flying as she shuddered under her sister's hard fucking, and grinned back at the angel.

"I thought you were gonna make me scream?"

Fuck you, you crimson bitch.

Lariel immediately let go of Danika's hips, reaching down to fish-hook her fingers into the demon's mouth, lifting her up onto her hands and pulling her lips into a distorted grimace. Pale fingers dug into the soft flesh beneath Danika's tongue, eliciting wet gurgles as the demon's neck arched back, her forced-wide lips grinning grotesquely at the ceiling.

The hard reports of thigh on thigh grew quicker as Lariel fucked her sister with renewed vigour, the demon's own face serving as the perfect anchor for a hard, fast buttfucking. Guttural moans and hoarse breaths mixed with the angel's growls, and the salty scent of sex infused the air around them as Lariel pistoned her cock in and out of the demon's grasping bowels.

Yet even past the fingers that opened her mouth into an obscene parody of her usual smirk, Danika still managed to curl her lips back even further, a taunting challenge to the angel who sought more than anything to wipe the grin from her sister's face. Lariel replied with a snarl, unwilling to ignore her sister's insolence and loath to let her infractions go unpunished

She pulled her fingers from the demon's mouth and grabbed Danika's horns, their back-swept curves providing the perfect handles for an angel bent on coring out her sister's guts. She yanked back, pulling Danika's spine into an even tighter arch, its curvature mirrored by her crimson asscheeks compressing and rippling in time with Lariel's brutal, deep thrusts. The demon's head was tilted so far back that she was looking straight up into her sister's eyes, her mouth agape in rapture, her vision filled with the vista of the angel's cruel smile as her insides were thoroughly stuffed and her body trembled with forced tension.

"Take it…you fucking…slut!" Lariel growled, punctuating her words with vicious thrusts, and driving the point home by spitting straight into the demon's open mouth. Danika moaned deliciously and her eyes fluttered, making no attempt to hide just how much she loved the angel's steely dominion over her body. Her tongue lolled at the corner of her mouth, frothed over with Lariel's saliva, and even the ache in her neck and spine sang with the joy of being her sister's plaything. Her crimson skin was hard enough to bruise, not least when set against the glowing handprints that appeared so readily on Lariel's flesh whenever the demon had the chance to mark her as underworld-owned, but the relentless slapping of the angel's thighs against her springy buttocks was stirring up a dull ache that she knew meant a few days of struggling to sit down comfortably. Not that she cared – she already knew that she'd probably be spending those days on her back, touching herself as she came over and over again to the fresh memory of her sister's domination.

And her memory would give her plenty to work with – of that face, there was no doubt. Lariel made sure that there were no pretences about exactly who owned the demon's body in that moment, reminding her both physically and verbally, relinquishing her grip on the demon's every so often to deliver a ringing slap to her backside or plunge her fingers down Danika's throat until she spluttered and choked, and all the while growling crude promises and lewd epithets into the demon's willing ears. And all the while Danika drooled and gagged and moaned in adoring gratitude, her willing submission intended partly to sate her own desires for a night of rampant fucking, but if she had to be honest, it was mostly because she knew that this was exactly what her sister needed as a chaser after her own rare bout of submission.

But still, she didn't give Lariel everything that the bellicose angel wanted.

"Still won't scream for me, huh?" Lariel said breathily, not for a moment relenting in her assault on the demon's bowels.

Danika only moaned in response, her airways strained from the trembling crescent that her neck had become under he angel's cruel grip.

Looks like we'll try something else, then.

She let go of Danika's horns and slammed her hips forwards one last time with a grunt. The impact drove the demon haplessly forwards, her asshole slipping from the angel's cock with a hollow schlock, her pucker slowly winking closed as she found her guts suddenly empty. Danika sprawled face-down on the mattress, panting in exhaustion, and she squealed when Lariel planted a pair of sharp slaps on her perky ass. Lariel let herself drink in the demon's lithe form laid out on front of her, looking for all the world like a drowsy college senior with her limbs askew as she slowly woke up after a late night out.

If that college senior had forgotten to take off her kitschy nun cosplay, that is – and didn't care about the thick trail of pre-cum oozing from her freshly-fucked asshole to trickle over her heavy balls.

For a moment she considered taking the demon exactly as she was – face down in the sheets, legs splayed for lewdly easy access, utterly exposed to the angel's wrath. Lariel was certain she could win her threatened scream by pounding her sister into the bed, no matter if it took her so long that the mattress-springs broke.

But after Danika had one-upped her by stuffing her own ass before scratching the angel's itch?

That bitch can suffer.

"On your back, slut," the angel snapped.

Danika obligingly rolled over, the inevitable smirk starting to form on her face, but Lariel pounced on her and, crouching on all fours like some predatory beast, drove her ass-sheened cock into the demon's mouth without giving her a chance to protest. Danika gagged, hard, the flavour of her own bowels crushed against her tongue, her jaw split wide by the pale shaft that plunged deep into her throat. The angel groaned, hunching her hips to fuck Danika's head into the mattress, using her sister's mouth as nothing more than a wet, warm hole to sink herself into. Spit bubbled around the tight seal of Danika's lips, running in glistening rivulets down her cheeks as her head bounced up and down her sister's length.

The demon took her ass-to-mouth facefucking without any hint of complaint, delighted by the fact that her earlier oral dominance of Lariel's cock was now firmly reversed by the very same meat dominating her orally. Lariel's balls slapped against her chin every time the angel's crown broke past her gag reflex, wet squelches emanating from her throat with every passage of the angelic shaft. Her throat vibrated appreciatively at the bitter tang of her own insides – not to mock the angel's dominance, but because she simply loved the taste and the sordid deeds that the flavour signified. The role reversal delighted her; she had had her fun tormenting Lariel, and now she was more than happy for the angel to use her body in any way she saw fit as recompense.

As though she could read Danika's mind, a new idea formed in Lariel's head. Wrenching her cock from Danika's mouth she spun around to face down the length of her sister's body, a smirk of her own appearing on cruel pink lips.

She planted her ass squarely on Danika's face, smothering her sister with pale and perky cheeks. Then she hooked her feet over Danika's forearms, pinning them down above the demon's head, and reached out to grab her sister's hips and haul her up so that her ass was sticking up in the air, legs falling back towards her head to almost touch her shoulders, cock twitching and breasts succumbing to the inevitability of gravity even within their tight latex confines.

Steadying the demon with a hand on her upturned ass, she reached down to slip her own cock between Danika's breasts, the demon's corset trapping her length there in a soft embrace. Surrounded by warmth her pink dome throbbed, still painfully sensitive, and a low murmur purred from her throat at the sensation of her sister's cleavage encasing her in firm flesh. Her balls nestled in the hollow of Danika's neck, already churning with fresh cum.

Where Lariel's cock was nestled in the dreamy valley of Danika's cleavage, the demon's own length would receive no such comfort.

Lariel took her hand from her sister's rear and circled her thumb and forefinger around Danika's base, letting the demon's whole weight pull on her cock and balls. She felt Danika's stomach tense up beneath her corset as she fought to keep her ass in the air, desperate to take at least some of the pressure off her throbbing hellmeat.

"You've let these make all your decisions for you tonight," the angel said. "I think it's time they did some actual work."

Unlike almost every noise that the demon had hitherto made, the groan that made it past her buttocks wasn't one of appreciation, or pleasure, or even mirth.

This time, it was one of strain.

Lariel smiled wickedly to herself.

Yeah, I thought so.

She wiggled her hips to settle herself more comfortably, and the demon obligingly squirmed her tongue into Lariel's freshly-fucked asshole, not needing any command to know exactly what the angel wanted from her. A groan spilled unbidden from her lips as her sister's muscle explored her tight insides, not as blessed with girth or length as her flared cock by a long shot, but so much more mobile. Lariel's back arched, buttocks squishing over the demon's face, and she knew without seeing that Danika's vision was nothing more than a black haze beneath the creamy flesh covering her eyes.

"That's it, slut," she drawled, relaxing her rim. "Get your tongue all the way in there. Eat my ass like a good little bitch and maybe I'll give you some relief."

Not any time soon, she thought. You look beautiful just as you are, held up by your fat cock.

She could feel Danika's nostrils flaring in the creamy valley of her ass, struggling to fill her lungs with her airways covered by an ass that others would kill to be lying under, and she clenched her cheeks, denying her sister breath and pinching her rim around the demon's tongue. A muffled groan drifted up to the angel's ears, but Danika made no effort to fight her, and with a satisfied smirk playing over her lips Lariel relaxed her buttocks, lifting herself just enough to let her sister suck in a grateful breath, Danika's tongue not once leaving the angel's bowels.

Then she sat down again, ready to test the endurance of her sister's lungs. She rocked back and forth, alternately indulging in tit-fucking her sister and making her ration her breath, now savouring the demon's tongue wiggling inside her as she fought to inflate her lungs beneath the crude denial of the angel's ass, now prodding her crown deeper into the confines of Danika's cleavage. Every so often she'd press down, crushing her asscheeks over the demon's face, imagining Danika's eyes fluttering as static burst across her vision, then mercifully lifting up when she thought the demon might pass out. Between the strain of her cock and balls holding her weight, her lungs being crushed from being folded almost in half, and the angelic asscheeks smothering her, Lariel knew that Danika had her work cut out for her.

And not for a moment did she let up her grip on the demon's genitals, nor did the tension leave Danika's body.

Angelic pre-cum oozed unseen between Danika's breasts, and Lariel traced a delicately-manicured fingernail along the upturned underside of Danika's shaft, eyes flashing as her sister's crimson hellmeat bounced and bobbed helplessly in response.

"Oh, you like that, huh?" Lariel asked, grinding down onto her sister's face. The demon's only response was a muffled moan and her fingers tightening around the angel's thighs.

You're gonna love this, then.

"If you won't scream for me," she said, lining up her shot carefully, "then the least you can do is cry."

Then she whipped her fingertips down at the underside of Danika's cockhead.

A muffled shriek vibrated through her asscheeks, and the demon's bent-in-half body convulsed so sharply that Lariel almost lost her grip on her sister.

Didn't see that one coming, did you?

"Oh," Lariel pouted, eerily mimicking Danika's voice "Too hard?"

Without waiting for the inevitable subdued response she slapped her sister's cock again, and once more Danika bucked beneath her.

"How about that one?"

The third slap hit the demon's balls, already swollen from Lariel's steely grip around them, and the angel fancied that this time she could hear a sob escape from beneath her.

She alternated between inflicting pain and gifting pleasure, blowing soft breaths over Danika's cock as she trailed soft finger-strokes along her length only to slap her sensitive meat moments later. Every ass-smothered shriek of surprise or low groan of appreciation was hers to control, and she delighted in the knowledge that while the demon's cock was utterly at her mercy, her own shaft was snuggled deliciously between crimson breasts that now served as her very own cock-warmer. This was divine for a headstrong domme – the power to choose whether her sister received a gentle touch or an uncaring strike was intoxicating, and she eagerly drank deep of its heady effect. The deeper she let herself sink into her role as the arbitrator of Danika's gratification or suffering, the harder her own cock grew in its fleshy confines, and before long another idea took root in her mind.

After all, covering the demon's beautiful face with her pale cheeks and a brief flirtation with cock and ball torture wasn't the best that the angel could do to get back at her impish sister.

Administering a final vicious slap to the demon's swollen balls, she released her vice-like grip on Danika's genitals, catching her sister's asscheeks before the demon's spine could relax, keeping her in her strained pose but at least allowing her the small mercy of no longer bearing her own weight through her cock and balls.

"You took that like a good little slut," she cooed, her words dripping down to the demon. "I think you've earned a bit of a reward."

She bowed her head and flickered her tongue across the demon's winking pucker, drawing a muted gasp of pleasure from beneath her, and she indulgently sank her hands into Danika's crimson asscheeks. A few wet kisses danced around the demon's rim, and then her heavenly tongue slid inside, pale angel and blood-red demon forming a mirrored 69 of quasi-incestuous rimming.

Not quite mirrored. Not with the angel's dominant streak ablaze like a wildfire, and certainly not with the demon's hellmeat still crying out in dull pain while the angel's own length was massaged by crimson tit-flesh shuddering with strained breaths.

Lariel's lips were soon slick with saliva, her tongue lapping delicately at the demon's upturned asshole. However much this was just the prelude to the next part of the game, she couldn't deny that the mere thought of tongue-fucking her sister's asshole was enough to send thrills down her spine, and actually doing it only made her cockhead throb all the more. Beneath her, she could hear the crackle of saliva squelching whenever she moved her own ass, partly from Danika's dutiful tongue-worship, and partly from the sheen of spit that she knew would be coating the demon's face from her prolonged servitude.

For her part, the Danika was just glad to be free of the unexpected bursts of pain that had sent warm tears welling in her eyes – although, she was under no illusion that the angel was done toying with her. For the moment though, she was content to enjoy the sensation of her sister's tongue wiggling in her asshole while the dull ache in her balls slowly subsided. Her moans, formerly laced with an undeniable edge of discomfort, gradually fell back into low tones of enjoyment.

Can't be having too much of that, the angel thought.

She shoved her tongue as far as she could into Danika's ass, hoping to keep her off-guard for just a moment, before pulling away with a wet kiss that left strings of saliva trailing from her lips to the demon's rim.

Then she suckled on her own fingers, lips twisting into a smirk at the thought of what she was about to do as she lubricated her slender digits.

A delighted murmur made it past her buttocks when she began to rub her fingertips over Danika's winking pucker, stroking gentle circles before pressing down, demanding entry. The demon eagerly obliged, her pelvic floor tensing and flexing outwards as she loosened her rim, more than willing to have her ass filled again. Lariel's fingers slipped in easily, one, then two, then a third, enough of her own pre-cum still lining her sister's anal tunnel to make their entry effortless.

"Such a slut," the angel drawled, fingers twisting and probing, eliciting grateful moans from beneath her. "You'd think that a demon would be more chaste."

She chose to pointedly ignore the ease with which her own sphincter had opened up earlier, as well as her week-long desperation to have her guts stuffed.

Danika only mewled in response, chest heaving beneath the angel even as her tongue delved deeper into Lariel's bowels by way of thanks.

The angel brought her thumb and pinkie together, bringing her fingertips together to make a point, and pushed, prying the demon's asshole open around her tapered fist. She felt Danika's chest shudder, panting in anticipation, her moans low and long, and her breasts squeezing Lariel's shaft. The demon's rim tensed around her hand, the dark, wrinkled skin paling to rosy red as coils of muscles instinctively wrapped around the invading digits, and then flushing with colour once more as Danika forced herself to relax, to let her heavenly visitors in.

Although loosened from Lariel's savage pounding the demon's rim was still taut, still needing assertive pressure before it gave way to the angel's fingers. Lariel growled, pushing and twisting her hand, determined that if she did nothing else that night, the demon's insides would be reminded of what it felt like to be moulded around her fist.

Slowly but surely the angel's fingers wiggled their way inside, her first, then second knuckles disappearing into her sister's ass, her determination to fill her sister far beyond any resistance that her crimson rim could muster. Scant moments later Danika's asshole gaped in a lewd triangle as it stretched around Lariel's fingers, the angel's hand in up to the last knuckles, and Lariel knew that it wouldn't take much more until her whole fist was plumbing the depths of the demon's upturned ass. She could feel Danika alternately clenching and relaxing, trying to aid the angel in her quest for anal dominance, working with her to overcome that last piece of muscular resistance.

For both angel and demon it felt like they were there for longer than the five minutes that it actually was, Lariel seemingly always just on the verge of pushing inside her sister, and Danika silently begging her body to loosen up just a little more.

Then Lariel growled, forearm tensing as she gave one last vicious shove, and then suddenly she was in, Danika's tortured asshole swallowing her arm up to the wrist.

That was more than enough to make the demon scream.

Her cries vibrated through Lariel's body, high and hoarse, and her bowels spasmed madly around the angel's hand, every single nerve ending aflame at the suddenness of her sister's penetration. Her rim clamped down on Lariel's wrist in a tight seal, and the angel knew that if she'd wanted to extract her fist in that moment she'd have fought a losing battle.

"Yes! Scream for me, you slut!" the angel howled, viciously twisting her arm inside her sister and rocking her hips to fuck her cockhead deeper between the demon's heaving breasts.

Danika, it seemed, had no trouble complying. Her unchecked wails would have been ear-splitting but for the weight of her sister's ass on her face, the inevitable consequence of Lariel's merciless ministrations. Every tiny movement of the angel's hand, every time Lariel flexed her fingers out against the demon's walls or curled them into a fist, sent fresh waves of aching pleasure through her body, a dull and delicious pain radiating up from her guts that gripped her in sour tendrils. Her cock bounced and throbbed uncontrollably, leaking fat drops of pre-cum that fell to splatter against the cock-sleeve of her breasts.

Despite her struggle to breathe, made all the more difficult by her helpless compulsion to scream herself hoarse whenever she managed to fill her lungs, a tiny sliver of Danika's mind imagined that she was sharing the same blissful fullness as Lariel was earlier.

For her part, the angel delighted in tormenting her sister with her hand, twisting, turning, pulling upwards to make the demon's pelvic floor bulge grotesquely as it fought to retain some semblance of tautness around her wrist. She rotated her arm like a joystick, lewdly fascinated by the way that the demon's rim flexed and changed shape around her, Danika's once-taut pucker now a ruined aperture for the angel to stretch as she saw fit.

And with the demon's weight now held up by the fist coring out her bowels, the angel's other hand was free to rain down a barrage of fresh slaps on her sister's defenceless cock.

The demon's cries took on a more desperate edge, knowing full well that she was utterly at her sister's mercy as long as she was impaled on the angel's fist – and knowing, too, that mercy wasn't one of Lariel's strong suits. She shuddered and quaked and trembled her way through hard slaps to her balls and stinging strikes to her cockhead, powerless to resist or defend herself. A dozen slaps became two dozen, then more, and she lost count of how many times her sister struck her as the dull ache in her bowels was overlaid with a chorus of sharp stabs.

But, devoted and loving sister that she was, not once did she let her tongue leave the angel's bowels, even as her own insides were being defiled by Lariel's sense of vengeance and her own cries of pleasure and pain echoed in her ears.

Her pain didn't last for long, though, as the angel had ideas beyond mere blunt force trauma.

Was she content merely to sink her fist into her sister's asshole, and swat at her sensitive cock and balls?

Hell no.

Lariel's intentions ran somewhat…deeper than that.

Lariel drooled freely over Danika's upturned ass, the hand that wasn't working itself deeper into the demon pausing in its assault on Danika's organs to instead glide over crimson buttocks and gather frothy saliva at the boundary between demonic pucker and angelic wrist, careful to lubricate her arm as much as possible despite her callous words to her sister. She smeared slime around the demon's stretched rim with two fingers, slowly twisting her arm as she did to let the angelic lube slither into the space between bowel and forearm, letting it squelch into her sister's guts under the slow pull of gravity.

And then, slowly, she began to push even further.

Beneath the blindfold of her sister's creamy asscheeks Danika's eyes were wide as saucers as she realised what the angel was attempting, and her screams redoubled as the sensation of Lariel's fist working its way deeper into her guts spiked into her brain, her raw cries vibrating into the angel's asshole while her own was relentlessly filled.

Lariel's arm corkscrewed into her, and she felt her taut belly pressed from the inside by the angel's balled fist questing deeper into her guts, splinters of pain shooting through her as her body fought against its internal invader and the latex prison that encased her torso. Obstructed as her vision was by Lariel's ass pressing on her face, she could only imagine the sight of it, her perky breasts grotesquely mirrored by her crimson midriff bulging outwards, her insides rearranged around the angel's arm. Her eyes fluttered in the darkness, but she dutifully kept up her sloppy worship of the angel's muscular ring, the angel's asshole tight and closed where her own was split open and gaping.

The demon's entire existence was now one of trembling tension – bent in half and compressed by the angel's desire for revenge from without, and forced to accept a thorough anal stuffing from within. Her tongue was no longer a mischievous muscle but a pillar of aching fatigue still lodged in her sister's asshole; her spine desired nothing less than to be released from its bow-taut compression; and her guts complained as they were rearranged by the relentless drive of the angel's slender forearm.

But she knew that she wouldn't tap the angel's hips in submission – she couldn't, not because of any exhaustion or pain of her own, but because if she gave up at this point, she'd be letting her sister down. Beyond all the fatigue, she knew that Lariel didn't just want to dominate her to the point of weeping: she needed to. The dance of dominance and submission that the sisters engaged in wasn't just born from fleeting caprice but from their very paired existence, each of them the foil and the catalyst to the other's personality, moulded to one another's quirks.

And so as she lay there in the smothering darkness of her sister's asscheeks, her beautiful face now a sloppy mess of spit and tears, her insides being cored out by Lariel's sheer bloody-mindedness, the demon refused to give in to the somatic cries for supplication that wracked her body.

Whether oblivious or indifferent to her sister's internal turmoil, it made no difference – the angel kept up her deep-dive into Danika's bowels. Pushing, growling, swearing, she forced her arm further and further inside the hapless demon, until she was now two inches, now only one, now merely half an inch away from the crease of her elbow touching Danika's ruined rim.

"Almost…there!" she grunted, more for her own benefit than from the thoroughly-stuffed demon's. Then her blue eyes flashed and her arm drove down like a piston, and she howled with glee at the sight of her forearm wholly lodged inside the demon's asshole.

"All the way to the elbow!" she crowed. "You fucking slut!"

Danika merely bubbled drool as her darkened vision sparked with flickers of light, the mere notion of having her sister's arm sheathed within her guts enough to make the demon's mind start to fragment. Her insides were a battleground, her ribs desperately stretched by the angelic visitor, guts churning themselves into knots as they tried to accommodate their unexpected guest, lungs crushed beneath latex and the angel's relentless downwards drive. A thin wail escaped her throat, somehow making its way past Lariel's ass to reach her sister's ears, and a perverse smile broke across the angel's alabaster features.

"Yeah? You like that, you fucking butt-slut?" the angel yelled, now riding her wave of dominion with no restraint. "Thank me! Thank me for fisting your ass!"

Danika's shrill yowling gave way to faint words, barely audible past her lack of breath, the attempt to remember how to form sentences, and the constant battle to stay conscious.

"Not good enough!" Lariel mocked, pressing her ass down even harder.

The demon writhed helplessly, legs twitching, and once again tried to give voice to the words that her sister demanded from her, only to find them catching in her throat as she choked on a wad of her own saliva.

"I said fucking thank me!" Lariel screamed, utterly lost in her power trip, savagely wrenching her arm inside Danika's guts.

With sparks dancing across her eyes and sharp spikes of pain racing through her tortured anal canal, Danika knew that she would either meet the angel's demands or pass out – and she refused to let her sister down just as she was cresting her dominance over the demon.

"Ankh oou!"

"That's a good girl," she drawled. "And good girls deserve to be rewarded."

Then without any pretence at ceremony she wrenched her arm free from her sister's bowels, its passage marked by the grateful collapsing of internal walls and the cessation of pressure in the demon's innards. Slick with thick gut-sheen her forearm emerged grotesquely inch by inch, a crackle of squishing noises popping from Danika's abused rim. Her fist returned to the air with a hideous squelch, and beneath her the demon moaned brokenly as for the first time in what felt like hours her insides was finally allowed respite. The angel raised herself slightly, giving the demon the luxury of unobstructed breath.

Lariel stared in fascination at the sight of her sister's ruined asshole, gaping like a fleshy tunnel gasping for air, her brutalised sphincter heaving and twitching. It was lewd, perverse, obscene, and utterly enthralling.

Then the demon's rim flexed, her pelvic floor bulged, and suddenly her anal tunnel quivered its way into the air, coiling and folding until a freshly-bloomed rosebud crowned the space between her legs, bright red and glistening. Even despite her fatigue the demon managed to give full-throated voice to the sensation of her bowels escaping her body, still unable to see but wholly able to feel her insides become outsides.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!"

Lariel found herself leaning forwards without thinking, her lips parting and her tongue coming to a point, enraptured, captured by the grotesque beauty of her sister's flower-shaped meat, wondering how it would tremble as she licked it, so profane and hideous and yet so fucking enticing–

–and then it was gone, vanishing back into Danika's innards just as suddenly as it had appeared, and the demon's hole slowly winked closed as it tried to remember what it felt like to be empty.

Lariel shook herself out of her brief haze of distraction, but she knew that the image of her sister's quivering rosebud would live in her head for weeks to come.

"Can't even control your sloppy hole," she said with an air of feigned disgust, although she wasn't sure if Danika was even capable of processing her words in that moment. She raised herself slightly, giving the demon the luxury of unobstructed breath. "All worn out and ruined, like a little anal slut."

Danika only groaned weakly in response, scarcely able to do any more than try to remember how to pull in one breath after another. Her capacity for meaningful thought had been blown apart in the wake of her asshole being cored out by her sister, and just as her defiled insides had self-extruded into the open air upon realising that they were suddenly empty, so too had any ability to formulate a witty comeback been expelled from her body. She lay there, her battered sphincter weakly winking open and closed, dull waves of soreness pulsing through her very soul, her mind a blasted ruin of pain intermixed with pleasure, dimly aware that angel must yet have more in store for her.

And in that hazy thought, she was entirely correct.

So hell-bent on tormenting the demon had the angel been that she had barely noticed her own arousal now teetering on the edge of orgasm. Sandwiched in the warm confines of the demon's crimson breasts, her cock was practically marinading in a lake of angelic pre-cum, silently eked out from heavy balls the entire time that she'd been asserting her dominance over Danika. It was only now, after the sheer shock of seeing the demon's anal canal flow out of her, that Lariel was reminded of her own corporeality, her exit from her sister's body sending her back into the visceral realities of her own.

There was only one thing that she could do in the face of her impending orgasm, one way to consummate her dominion over the demon – but now that she was all too aware of her proximity to climax, it was only a matter of seconds before imminence became reality.

She knew she'd have to be fast.

The angel pulled her cock from between Danika's breasts with reluctance and forced herself to stand, her thighs now complaining as they realised just how tense they'd been while using the demon's face as a seat. Digging hard fingers into her sister's hips, she kept Danika's ass aloft as she rose, refusing even for a moment to give her any respite.

Then she turned and stood atop the folded-over demon, legs bent and trembling as they straddled Danika's upturned torso, muscles straining beneath porcelain skin. The demon was a beautiful ruin beneath her, face glistening and shiny, amethyst eyes glazed with lust and fatigue, and the sheer spectacle of her pretty features reduced to a slimy mask sent a reflexive twitch through Lariel's length that almost had her balls emptying themselves over that very same face. Yet with a will of iron born from years of obstinacy she gritted her teeth and refused to indulge in premature release, white-knuckled fingers pressing furrows into her sister's thighs as she fought the seductive urge to blow her load over the helpless demon then and there.

No.

Not just yet.

She ringed a thumb and forefinger around her base in a mirror of the torment she had meted out on the demon, aiming her length straight down at Danika's half-closed pucker. It occurred to her that despite her utter dominance of Danika's body, despite fucking her hard enough to leave bruises, despite folding the demon in half and unrelentingly burrowing into her bowels, the culmination of mastery over her sister's body now lay with Danika herself – whether she had enough fire left in her belly for one last act, or whether Lariel has quenched it as her arm squirmed through her guts.

"Hold it open, slut."

Despite her bone-deep weariness Danika obeyed immediately, knowing exactly what her sister intended, and she reached up to hook her fingers around her rim, crying out as she stretched her fluttering hole even wider for her sister. Like a portal to the underworld her asshole gaped wet and crimson, inviting the angel to unload into her, her insides now seemingly so shy after their brief and unexpected excursion to the outside world. Blinking through the minute strings of saliva that webbed her eyelashes the demon gazed up lovingly at her sister, her eyes alight with anticipation despite even the mere act of making them focus being a struggle, eager to see her sister's seed spurt into the chasm of her guts that only moments before had been moulded around Lariel's arm.

Then Lariel wrapped ivory fingers around her shaft, her other hand still pinching an iron ring around her base, and with half a dozen strokes she stoked the simmering embers of her orgasm into the heat of inexorable climax.

"Cum for me," Danika begged for the second time that night, but this time her voice was a breathy gurgle desperate to see her sister's climb to pursuit of dominion fulfilled. "Fill me up, sister! Make me your fucking butt-slut!"

For an angel beyond ready to blow her second load, that was all it took.

"Oh fuck…fuck…I'm cumming!"

Lariel moaned with abandon and closed her eyes as she came for the second time that night. Before, her climax had been one of desperate release, lusted after with an anguish that had reduced her to begging, and then greedily seized and ravenously devoured when it had been granted – this time, it was a carefully constructed masterpiece, the culmination of her spontaneous but calculated vengeance against her sister's mischief. She tilted her head back luxuriously, her self-denial of vision only making the pulsing of her cock all the more intense, hardly needing her sight to know that Danika's gaping asshole was a rapidly-filling lake of boiling angelic seed, pink prolapse giving way to white cream.

Her legs quaked and shook, threatening to give way at any second, and she knew that there was only one way to steady herself. She sank down as she shot rope after rope, letting her length slowly vanish into her sister's asshole, not stopping until her balls had been swallowed by Danika's bowels. Already filled near to the brim, the caldera of cum inside Danika's ass overflowed when the angel's pulsing meat plumbed its depths, a thick, sluggish tide of pearly seed washing over her balls, trickling over her thighs, dripping down her own upturned cock to stripe her face and drip into her eager mouth.

Despite being loosened by their earlier defilement Danika's bowels squeezed the angel's meat like a vice, inundating the pleasure centres of her brain with a symphony of different sensations emanating up from the crown of her cock, her painfully hard shaft, her aching balls. Moulded around Lariel's cock like a personal fuck-sleeve, the demon's insides worked her over mercilessly, every throb of orgasmic release matched by the crushing grip of her sister's insides. Lariel's vision burst with static, and she wondered if she could keep herself upright before she finished spewing her load into her sister, or whether the shaking of her legs and the grip of Danika's anal canal would be enough to make her topple over.

Then the demon groaned and let go of her rim, and her abused sphincter slowly closed around the angel's throbbing shaft and twitching sack in yet another parody of a cock ring. A final surge of cream, viscous and warm, seeped from the seal of her asshole, and despite the convulsions of her own insides she could feel her sister's balls clench and tense as they deposited the last few drops of seed deep into her ass. She reached up to stroke Lariel's thighs, showing her gratitude to the angel for feeding her the contents of her churning balls, mouth still wide and too-long tongue flickering upwards to catch pearly droplets as they hung pendulously, snapped, and fell from the tip her of cock, angelic seed running in rivulets over twitching crimson hellmeat.

"Fuck…" the angel groaned, the pain in her groin now sending sour tendrils worming their way through her midriff. She leant forwards, the muscles in her stomach screaming with fatigue, and grabbed Danika's horns to stop herself from falling completely over, finally letting her eyes open as she caught herself. The whorish spectacle of her used-up sister lapping at the runoff from her own overflowing ass was enough to make Lariel's cock pulse almost painfully, Danika's eager capitulation to her own submission faultlessly plucking at the angel's strings.

They stayed like that for a trembling, chest-heaving minute, the angel crouched sweat-sheened like some vulgar gargoyle over her sister whose bowels were now home to eight inches of slowly-deflating cock, letting the last few droplets of cum spatter against her crimson features, her insides a churning cauldron of cream dredged up from Lariel's own deep well of pious fury.

Eventually, reluctantly, Lariel pulled herself from the demon's bowels with a muted squelch, her own balls now starting to ache with what she knew could only be a fraction of the demon's own sensitivity. She finally let her aching legs give out, and she collapsed onto the bed, one last roiling tide of warmth throbbing down her shaft.

For Danika, her sister's departure from her asshole meant that she could finally unfold from the perverse pretzel she'd been in for the last hour. Stiff from immobility, her spine took a few moments to realise that it was free to flex once more, and a low groan bubbled from the demon's lips as she let her body sink jelly-like from its upturned pose.

The demon was a mess, sore and aching from her horns to her heels. Her face was still a sticky portrait of seed and spit, her asshole still unable to properly close, lethargically winking open and closed to leak a lethargic trickle of angelic cum onto the sheets.

The angel was hardly in better shape, sheened in a thin film of sweat, worn out from her double orgasms, and at the mercy of the sour cramps shooting through her legs.

Yet she felt like the luckiest angel beneath the clouds as she rode a rushing tide of dopamine, the itch in her guts finally sated after a long week of pent-up frustration and her place as Danika's most recent mistress once again secured.

And so the two sisters lay there, surrounded by the heat of their exertion and the heavy scent of sex, cocooned in an afterglow where nothing outside the room they were in existed any longer.

Long minutes stretched past as each wondered whether the other had fallen into soporific clutches, until the demon finally groaned and squirmed over the bed until she was lying next to Lariel.

"Hey," she whispered, bringing her thumb to softly touch the angel's lips. Now lying on her side, her sticky face-mask began to succumb to the effects of gravity, sticky fluid creeping treacle-like over her forehead, her cheeks, her lips to saturate the sheets beneath. Wet strands bridged her lips when she spoke, and her eyebrows we tacky with matted cream.

Lariel shuffled to face her sister, piercing blue eyes locking with the demon's purple ones.

"That was good."

"Yeah," the angel replied, more than content to let the understatement stand in place of anything more complicated. "It was."

"Feel better now?" Danika asked, her voice betraying genuine curiosity and the hope that she had, in fact, given the angel just what she'd needed.

"I just turned you inside out and then shoved my cock and balls inside you," Lariel said flatly.

Her sister looked back at her, matching the angel's tone with the blank look on her face.

Damn it.

"Of course I feel better," Lariel said with a quick roll of her eyes.

Danika's own eyes narrowed a little, just enough to convey what she was really asking.

A sigh of exasperation formed unbidden in Lariel's throat, her deep-seated aversion to showing vulnerability even now rearing its petty head. But she caught it before it could become a sound, knowing despite her reluctance that it would be churlish to let her impulse take the reins – after all, she'd already begged piteously to have her ass fucked, so would it kill her to acknowledge that it was at least an exquisite fucking, or bare her soul any more than she already had?

"…you felt fucking amazing in my ass," she said, and then blinked in surprise. Somehow, inexplicably to the angel, she felt as though a great weight had been lifted from her shoulders.

She wriggled a little closer to the demon and brought her hand to her sister's face, tracing small circles over her sullied cheek.

"Thank you."

For a moment Danika was taken aback, at a loss for words, blinking as she heard words that fell so very rarely from Lariel's lips.

Then she pressed her mouth against the angel's, little sounds of comfort murmuring in her throat as she kissed her sister.

"I love you," she said breathily, pulling back and staring into the angel's cerulean eyes. "I love you so fucking much, Lariel."

By this point, the angel had lost the desire to throw up any obstructions or make any pretence at anything other than open-hearted honesty. She smiled with genuine warmth, running her thumb over her sister's face. Pearlescent seed and glistening spit slicked beneath its passage, the visceral residuum of their intense carnal dance.

"I love you too, Dani," she whispered, and the words sent a cozy glow buzzing through her chest.

The demon beamed with delight and pulled Lariel in close, hungrily kissing her face as though it were her last chance ever to do so, smearing the angel's skin with her slimy facial ornamentation. Lariel laughed and recoiled instinctively – although she still wore the viscous remnants of her own earlier self-facial, it was a purely reflexive reaction. But Danika was persistent, wrapping her limbs around the angel and kissing her cheeks, her lips, her nose, until her sister's face was nearly as glossy as hers. She carried on until Lariel threw her hands up in defeat, giggling with an innocence that belied her earlier savagery as she begged the demon to stop.

Danika planted one final sloppy, cum-flavoured kiss on the angel's rosy lips and then nuzzled into the hollow of her throat, her horns rubbing softly against Lariel's chin. The angel stroked her obsidian hair, and their paired breathing gradually slowed to a pre-motel pace, until Danika eventually broke the silence.

"I'm fucking exhausted."

Lariel smiled, once more amused by her sister's understatement.

"Just as well that you picked somewhere with a bed, then."

"And I can't feel my tongue."

"Good," the angel bluntly replied, letting a little of her customary curtness seep back into her voice. "Means you were doing a good job."

"Did I do a good job?" Danika asked, twisting around to look up at the angel, her eyes glowing with the honest desire for affirmation. "Was I good girl for you?"

The angel almost laughed at their reversal in position – she'd come to the room that night desperate to have her ass fucked, and now, after scratching that itch and ruthlessly topping her sister by way of thanks, the demon was wondering whether she'd been good enough to sate Lariel's dominant streak.

She pecked the demon's lips.

"You were the best."

Danika beamed back at her, warmed to the core by her sister's words. Then her mouth shifted into the sly smirk that Lariel knew all too well.

"Now that I think about it, though…I didn't even finish," the demon said, eyes once more glinting impishly. "How about we order a pizza and then go again?"

Go again? After what we just did? I'm fucking exhausted.

The angel considered. What would that look like? Another round of power-plays and barbed words, or something softer, more tender, something that elicited loving moans in lieu of ringing screams?

Fuck it. Let's find out.

"Fine," she said. "Pizza first. But not fucking Hawaiian."