Charlie awoke to the melodious sound of blue jays singing outside the cracked window. Their voices mingled with a soft, warm breeze that stirred the curtain's edges. She noticed the faintest hint of dawn light pushing back the darkness, painting the room in gentle pastels.
Yawning softly, she stretched with careful grace so as not to disturb Kevin, who was peacefully enjoying much-needed rest. As she lay there enjoying his warmth, she silently thanked the Goddesses for granting her the power to heal him.
As she listened to the birds outside, imagining them singing, dancing, and soaring through the morning air, a delightful thought suddenly occurred to her, and a smile lit up her cheeks. Carefully sliding off the bed, she pressed her bare feet into the plush carpet, which felt especially luxurious this morning, and tiptoed around the bed. Gently, she leaned down to kiss Kevin's forehead, her lips lingering against his warm skin like a silent promise.
Stepping back quietly, she opened the door slowly and slipped into the hallway. After closing it with barely a whisper, she glided down the corridor on light feet. Pausing at Cassie's bedroom door, she listened intently. Her sharp senses detected Cassie's soft breathing, indicating she was still asleep. Filled with childlike excitement, she left the apartment and climbed the stairs to the roof.
Stepping into the warm morning air, she noticed thick fog had formed from the perfect blend of humidity and dew point. This pleased her even more. The mist rolled like ethereal silk across the rooftops, transforming the familiar cityscape into something magical. The door shut quietly behind her as she moved to the center of the roof, where Cassie had taught her how to fight for love. She silently thanked her once again for that invaluable guidance.
Stretching her arms wide, she slowly spun around, feeling her power pulse in her heart and soul like a second heartbeat. For the first time in a long while, she could bask in who she was and—more importantly—all she had become. Closing her eyes, she took a long, deep breath of the crisp morning air, then exhaled slowly. As her last captured breath escaped, she opened her eyes and grinned. Her wings magically unfurled from beneath her silver-white nightgown, the gossamer appendages gleaming in the first rays of dawn like starlight.
Stepping onto the parapet, she quickly scanned the ground below. She saw only rolling fog, thick as a downy blanket. The fog meant she wouldn't need to become invisible for the thrilling experience ahead. Lifting herself onto the wall's edge, she found her balance and looked toward the lightening sky. With sheer delight, she flexed her wings and launched off the roof into the morning mist, soaring upward away from the building into the open sky. The mist swirled around her, embracing her like a lover's caress, shielding her from prying eyes.
With firm, steady pulls of her muscles, she controlled her wings' lift, ascending until she burst through the final swirling tendrils of the low-hanging clouds. The bright sun crested the horizon ahead, enveloping her in its warm, golden embrace. In broad, leisurely figure eights, she spiraled, giggling with joy that welled up from deep within. As she twirled in the air, an intense, radiant beam seemed to find her, bathing her in an ethereal glow. With her wings at full power, she climbed higher and higher, feeling more like an angel than a demon, until the sun's brilliance wrapped around her, pulling her into its illuminating embrace.
In the bedroom, Kevin stirred comfortably from a deep, restful sleep. The mattress shifted beneath him as he turned, muscles protesting only slightly—a reminder that yesterday he'd been on death's doorstep. Now? He felt better than he had in years.
Peering behind him, he found empty sheets where Charlie should have been. The pillow still held the indent of her head, and when he reached back to touch it, the fabric was barely warm. She hadn't been gone long.
A small smile tugged at his lips. She probably woke early and didn't want to disturb him. Considerate, as always—even after everything they'd been through last night.
Rolling onto his side, Kevin groaned as the morning sun's light hit his face. Shuffling out of bed, he went to the window and pulled the curtain closed, aware of how easily he could move and how strong he felt. It was surreal.
With the light doused and the room comfortably shaded in warm shadows, he returned to the bed, nestled his head into the soft pillow, and let his eyes drift closed. His body might be healed, but the exhaustion of nearly dying still clung to him like a heavy blanket. Sleep pulled at him, gentle and insistent, and he let himself sink back into its embrace.
Just five more minutes, Mom, he silently asked with a chuckle.
What may have been seconds or minutes passed when a soft flash of light illuminated the room, warm and gentle, bathing his face in a gentle embrace. Sensing a familiar presence behind him, he opened his eyes and saw Charlie sitting in the bed, her wings furling down and shimmering out of existence like morning dew.
"Hey," he greeted in a voice still rough with sleep.
Charlie lowered herself and nestled against him, carefully tucking her amulet out of the way, lest she poke him with it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."
"It's okay." He smiled, feeling her caress his chest from behind. Her touch sent heat through parts of him that had long been dormant.
"Did you sleep okay?" she whispered, rubbing her nose against his back, inhaling his scent with her heightened senses. His natural pheromones ignited a strong surge of arousal within her, and her pulse quickened in response.
"The best sleep I've had in years," he admitted before letting out a loud yawn.
"Sounds like you could use some more." She giggled with a bright, musical tone. Relief washed over her when she heard the strength in his voice, and combined with the euphoria from her morning flight, made her feel as light as the feathers on her wings. She would have to take many more early morning flights.
When he didn't immediately respond, she wondered if he had dozed off again.
But then he turned to look at her, his movement deliberate and purposeful. "No," he traced his fingers along her cheek, his voice rough with regret, "I've slept on us long enough."
"Angel?" Her eyes studied his, and she noticed something primal sparking within them. She felt hope rise within her heart as, simultaneously, a strong ache rose between her legs, spreading warmth through her entire being.
She felt his soft yet abrupt movements as his hands seized her wrists and his body moved to position himself above her. His grip was firm, possessive, yet comfortable as she felt herself pressed into the mattress. The weight of him on her made her feel deliciously small. Like a prey mouse trapped between the paws of a lion.
Shedding the last remnant of emotional armor that had kept his desires locked away, he stared deep into her eyes, his gaze burning with barely restrained passion. With a throaty whisper, he reminded her, "It's Kevin, my princess of Hell."
"Kevin, my knight," she whispered breathlessly in acknowledgment. She met his hungry gaze with her own, which shimmered with a mix of emotions—love, lust, fear, pleading, and a touch of shyness. His grip showed she was his, but his eyes still searched for permission. The look in them made her stomach flutter with imagined butterflies.
In answer to his silent request, she spread her legs—not slightly, but as wide as she could with her feet tangled in the sheets—and was rewarded with his hips pressing against her inner thighs. A deep grunt escaped his lips when they connected. She felt him press against her heat, thick and large, and in her mind, she grinned, realizing just how well-endowed he was. Her naturally red cheeks flushed a deeper crimson as she bit her lip and gyrated back against him, her body instinctively seeking the connection they both craved.
His eyes widened slightly at her sudden movement. The moment their bodies touched intimately, he instinctively began to move, pressing himself against her as he felt her arch her hips upward. Deciding what to do for her first proved difficult, but her gyrations overshadowed his rational thoughts, desire overpowering reason as ancient instincts took control.
Below him, Charlie relished the sensations of him grinding against her repeatedly, going through the motions of making love, but she wanted more than this. She wanted him inside her. Now. But his underwear and her nightgown were teaming up to cock-block them both, and it gave her a deliciously wicked idea.
"Kevin," she whispered with a level of lust that matched, no, surpassed his own, her voice like honey mixed with fire. "Don't stop."
Slightly nodding, he continued at her urging, barely noticing her eyes close as she shared a coy smile with him. There was the briefest flash of light, and suddenly he felt wet heat wrap around his shaft. She let out a wild moan at the same moment, feeling him sink into her to depths she didn't know her body could handle. Their connection was so complete it felt like two souls becoming one, bathing her in a mix of pleasure and pain she'd never experienced before—and she loved it.
Despite her request to keep going, he had to stop to understand what had just happened. Peering down between them, he was surprised to see that they were now naked. The barrier of clothing was gone, and only her amulet nestled between the cleft of her breasts remained, as they were completely joined together. He gazed up into his lover's face, and she responded with a beautiful, whimsical smile. "Conjuring works both ways, my love."
"Warn me next time?" he grunted, his shaft jerking as she tightened her hold on him, her inner muscles gripping him like silk-wrapped steel.
"No." Her voice purred, teasing him, as she lifted her knees to wrap her ankles behind him, prompting him to continue.
Her urging was unnecessary. His desires were already overflowing, and he thrust deep into her with the love, lust, and need both had been craving forever. Their movements synchronized as if they'd been together for centuries, their bodies speaking a language older than words. Releasing his grip on her wrists, he found purchase on the bed to lift himself in a slightly different position.
She winced slightly as she felt his thick cock, seemingly throbbing with a heartbeat of its own, discover new depths inside her. Wherever he invaded, it sparked a reaction in her that caused her pussy to shake in successive waves of micro-orgasms, each tremor building upon the last, like waves approaching the shore.
Her eyes drifted up to his face, watching his expression flutter with the intensity of his pleasure. She reached one hand up to caress his face, resting his cheek in the palm of her hand, and felt his mouth take her thumb and suck on the tip of it, which elicited a jolt in her lower regions and the release of another micro-orgasm.
Her breath was speeding up, growing shorter, as the tide kept rising, threatening to crash in one enormous release and take her over the edge in ways she could never imagine. Her body melded into his, her ankles pressing against his back, wordlessly ordering him to move faster as she drew him deep.
As he answered her call, whimpers and moans escaped her lips. Arching her back, her firm breasts bounced atop her chest, and she grabbed at them, roughly fondling herself as he took her, pinching the nipples to the point where she yelped, yet she pulled on them even more. It occurred to her, fleetingly in the back of her mind as her lover ravaged her, that she might be a bit masochistic.
Then, as the heat of their union grew, her mind shifted from pleasure to a painful memory. She realized she was beneath him, the receiver of his unwavering lust and love, and that not even twelve hours earlier, she had held his cold, dying body in her arms. The shock of the memory slammed into her with such ferocity that she burst into tears.
"Charlie?"
Kevin stopped immediately when he saw her face contort in fear, anguish, and despair. Worried, he tried to lift himself off her, but he couldn't escape as her arms reached up to wrap around him, pulling him down onto her with desperate strength.
"Kevin!" She set her hands to his face, and with tears streaming down her cheeks, she crushed her lips to his, passionately and deeply, pouring all her fear and relief into the desperate kiss.
Her demonic strength held him still, and even as he felt his erection begin to ebb, she squeezed him tighter, commanding him to stay as he was. When she released his trembling lips, she looked at him with deep intensity.
"I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I had a flashback to last night. I almost lost you. I almost lost you, my Kevin. And then I saw you above me. Mine! All mine. I broke. I'm so sorry!"
It took a moment for her words to sink in, but when they did, he brushed some stray hairs off her face, his concern fading as he whispered softly with understanding.
"No. No, princess." Gentle pecks crossed her tear-stained cheeks repeatedly. "Don't apologize. I thought I'd lost you, too." Tenderly, he kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry if I rushed this. When I felt you next to me, I realized we'd wasted so much time. I couldn't stop myself. I needed to make you mine, too."
Biting her lip, she nodded, her eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "I am yours!" Elated that he wanted her so desperately, she felt her emotional and mental pain fade away, allowing other, more important sensations to take over.
A soft moan escaped her as his lips brushed away the wet tears that coated her warm, red cheeks, then traced up to her ear to whisper gently. "I just thought I'd hurt you somehow."
Her body tensed with pleasure at the unexpected sensation of his hot breath on her lobe, and she sniffled while giggling, playfully teasing. "It did hurt somewhat when the clothes went away."
Lifting his face to meet hers, concern replaced his lust. She quickly put a stop to that and shared her bedroom eyes with him, growling in a low, sensual, somewhat dirty voice, her demon nature peeking through her gentle facade, "Please hurt me some more. I need all of you. Now."
Yes, definitely masochistic.
"Charlie…" His voice was tentative.
She regretted breaking down, but his concern and hesitation filled her heart with joy, knowing how much he truly loved her. However, his hesitation, while understandable, was starting to frustrate her. She needed him to believe, in no uncertain terms, that she needed him. She needed his love, his lust—oh hell, she needed his cock—and to drive home the words she was about to speak, even as her heart fluttered in shyness, she let her demon eyes flicker behind her soft yellow ones and growled her demand: "Fuck me!"
Something about the way she looked at him, with her demon slightly peeking out from the soft, demure woman she usually presented herself as, replaced his worry with desire, and he obeyed. Lifting himself until he had nearly left her, he plunged firmly until their bodies meshed, his balls slapping against her inner thighs with a satisfying smack.
Her moans of pleasure erupted past half-parted lips, her tongue pressed against her inner cheek, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
Yes, oh fuck yes! This is what I need!
It seemed that she had not only healed him but also given him boundless energy, and he returned her gifts in kind by moving differently and eliciting new sensations with each change. In response, she pushed the pillow away and lolled her head back on the mattress, a dreamy look of bliss washing over her face as she resumed her earlier ministrations of her breasts.
Then he ground against her, less thrusting and more the movement of his hips, grinding in a somewhat circular motion. He did not want to leave her, not one bit, wanting to stay buried in her warmth for eternity.
Her body shook with lust, delighting in the mix of pleasure and pressure of him against her, along with the tinge of hurt she was purposely giving herself. He was so perfect within her, the tip of his shaft pressing against the entrance to her womb, that she briefly wondered if she would become pregnant from this, the thought both thrilling and terrifying in its implications.
His grinding turned back to thrusts, then to longer thrusts, invading her, leaving her, invading her over and over. The emptiness was fleeting but intense, as was the rapture of his return. She was driven into the mattress by their lovemaking, and his breathing was becoming increasingly labored, yet he did not stop. The sharp slaps of their bodies joining, accompanied by his grunts and her moans, filled the room, leaving them oblivious to the outside world.
Time was lost to them, and soon it seemed the room was too. It was just them, floating in a sexual haze of passion, existing in a bubble of pure sensation and emotion, until a particularly violent thrust from him brought about the crashing wave of her first full orgasm, which she had been yearning for for months. The release caused her eyes to glow red, her canine teeth to sharpen just slightly, and her voice to growl low with pure sexual release.
Waves of pleasure engulfed her, gasping as they washed over. They were so much more intense than any of her recent shower sessions, which had been frequent lately. She probably would have been embarrassed if she had known she was drooling a bit at the sides of her mouth as her eyes rolled back in her head. Her hips convulsed, and her core gripped his shaft as her body shook with repetitive spasms—oh, how delicious all of this was, like drowning in liquid fire and loving every moment of the burn.
Slowing down, he felt the sudden rush of wetness between them as she lost herself in her orgasm. He memorized every expression that crossed her beautiful face.
When she finally settled down enough to catch her breath, through half-open lids, she eyed him and whispered throatily, "That… felt… GOOD!"
"Just good?" he teased, and she blushed prettily.
"Oh, shut up!" She giggled and bit her lip shyly, saying, "I need so much more. Please, don't stop!"
With a playful hum, he gave her a look, as if contemplating whether he would give her what she asked for.
She pulled her lips into a playful pout, gazed up at him with sex-starved eyes, and used her inner muscles on his shaft as motivation. He moaned and began moving again, admiring her glistening, sweaty body undulating below him as she came down from the intense height of her orgasm, her skin glowing like polished marble in the morning light.
Wanting to change things up, he slipped his hands around her back and lifted her enough so he could roll them both until he was the one lying flat on his back on the bed. Now, she found herself sitting on top of him, still joined. She looked down in surprise at a grinning Kevin.
He licked his lips, then spoke in a thick and husky tone, "My turn."
She immediately understood the assignment. Excitedly, she pressed her palms against his smooth chest and, lifting her hips, took over the delightful task of making love to him. Now, as her orgasm still flushed her insides with warmth, she was going to use her body to bring forth his own release, one she wanted to fill her soul emotionally as well as physically, determined to give him pleasure that matched the heaven he'd shown her.
Now able to catch his breath, he enjoyed the feel of her grinding against him like a Goddess of desire. As she moved, taking his cock deep inside her, he reached up to take hold of her tits. He glided his hands all over her perfectly shaped C-sized breasts, brushing against her amulet that bounced along her firm mounds. Their shape, their firmness, satisfied his palms, and though the shadows of the room clung to them like dusk around a midnight campfire, he could make out that her nipples were swollen, poking out between his roaming fingers.
He gave them each a pinch, which elicited a low growl of pleasure and a squeeze on his cock with her velvety sheath. Intrigued, he pulled harder on them, and Charlie's throat rumbled a deeper demonic growl, and he tensed as her pussy clamped down on him with a vice-like hold.
A few gasps and moans escaped her along with her body's reactions, including a breathless "Fuck yes, more!"
Subliminally, he mused that he was dating a masochistic vegetarian demon princess and bit back a laugh so as not to ruin the moment. Instead, he focused on losing himself in the moment, admiring her whole body as if it had been sculpted by Heaven itself. In his eyes, not even Aphrodite could compare to Charlie Morningstar in all her beauty, every curve and line of her a masterpiece of divine creation.
As his hands roamed her breasts, pinching her nipples, his shaft traveled along her inner walls. Soon, another tidal wave of release approached, enticing her to move faster. She lifted her hips and brought herself down onto him over and over, and he used his hands pressed against her breasts to keep her from falling down on him. Leaning back, she reached between her legs and set her fingers against her clit to help guide forth her next orgasm. She wanted her second wave to meet his first so they could drown together in bliss.
Kevin's rapid breathing signaled his impending release, and her eyes fluttered open just in time to see his face contort with the approaching loss of control, indicating that it was time. Quickly, he dropped his hands to secure her hips in his palms and took control, fingers gripping her ass cheeks, and guided her motions.
With a few more forceful, skin-slapping thrusts, the couple shared a single, sharp gasp. Clenching tightly, she locked him inside her, and she felt—with her heightened senses—his thick seed, hot and sticky, shooting deep and coating every inch of her inner passage, marking her in the most primal way possible.
The intensity of their shared climax was so intense that she collapsed onto him, her body turning into a boneless, trembling mass. He held her in his arms as he jerked inside her until he had nothing left to give, yet their bodies still shivered with aftershocks of pleasure.
For minutes, heavy breathing filled the room and nothing else. There was no movement, save for the rise and fall of her prone body on top of his muscular chest, which seemed to be taking breaths for both of them. The deep breaths they took were as loud and stuttered as if they had just completed a full marathon in under two hours.
Then, with some effort, Charlie pulled herself up onto her elbows on each side of him and leaned in to kiss him deeply, sucking on him as if discovering an oasis in the desert and drinking from it desperately.
Her lips meshed with his, and their tongues spoke their own love language. Finally sated, she rolled off of him and fell into the crook of his arm. She rubbed her cheeks against his chest, felt the pleasant stickiness between her legs, and sighed with deep contentment. "Now that… that was good."
A light chuckle escaped him. "Is this going to be a thing with you? It's always going to be just 'good'?"
Her yellow eyes shining with mischief, she giggled and kissed his nipple before succumbing to a fit of laughter. "Nooo. It… was… amazing!"
He let out a soft moan and grinned, nodding in agreement. "It definitely was good."
"Oh, you!" Lifting herself up, she smacked his chest softly, then nodded in agreement. "I deserved that. Just as we deserved this, finally."
"We did," he agreed, caressing her arm as his eyes glanced down along her naked, sweat-covered body, drinking in the sight of her like a man dying of thirst.
"Why, Kevin," she teased, "are your eyes having sex with me now?"
Shaking his head softly with a subtle grin, he replied, "I think some part of me always will."
She smiled softly, but a thought invaded her euphoria, making her shiver slightly. Lying her head on his chest, she felt his arms embrace her, providing warmth and security.
"Charlie?" he asked, sounding concerned. "You're shivering. I thought you didn't get cold easily? Are you okay?"
"I'm just thinking…" She paused and tentatively voiced her concern. "Are you worried about what our child might be like if I get pregnant?"
There wasn't even the hint of hesitation. He answered—firm and immediate—"No."
Lifting her head from his chest, she gazed steadily at him, her eyes wide with surprise, "No? But—"
"I told you." A finger gently pressed to her lips. "I'm done being afraid of us together. Everything tells me that if we have a child, they will be just as amazing as you, Charlotte Morningstar." Brushing her tangled blonde hair out of her eyes with infinite tenderness, he continued, "Because I love you, and I'll face all those risks with you."
She had to fight the rise of a happy sob from the back of her throat and did so by leaning in to kiss him deeply again, pouring all her love and gratitude into the gentle press of their lips. They shared a minute's worth of kisses before their lips parted.
With her emotions somewhat under control, she grinned at him. Taking his fingers into hers, she gently gripped them, the soft glow of her demon eyes sparking just a bit behind her golden-yellow ones. "Risks, hmm? Like when I have to remind you…" She playfully nipped his finger, eliciting a soft 'ouch' from him. "…that my name is Charlie?"
"Oops?" He stuck his tongue out playfully.
Into his arms she fell, laughing with relief and pure joy. She had her angel back, and she was never going to lose him again.