#faebletales ; Michael

[heavenlyvanguard]

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Michael merely wished to visit his name twin and yet they seemed so troubled. Thus he shifts closer with a soft smile on his face and pulls them into a gentle hug. Their scent was a little stronger- were they stressed?

"What has plagued you so?"

[slippedfromgrace]

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"Papa Miiimiiii~!"

Lily comes squealing at her papa and hops up to cling onto their leg with both arms and legs like some sort of octopus. She then grins up at them with large glittering eyes.

"Hi papa~ Did papa miss Lily?"

[magicalshe]

Lilim, when you are away doing your own business. Saint Michael would wander around the Redwine Holm..

GET READY TO MEET SOME OF THE STAFF OF REDWINE.

⛧ ───── Their footsteps are easily sensed by a few of the staff of Redwine currently gathered in the main hall for a meeting. Just because their mistress was away didn't mean work stopped. Turning to face the angel hiding in the shadows of a pillar, the butler sneered.

❝ It has left the gilded cage our Lady so thoughtfully prepared for it. What could it possibly want, ❞ Tabitha said making clear his dislike for Lilim's current 'guest'. ❝ Demetrius ... is it not your job to oversee our unholy Mistress' pets? ❞

❝ Hmm? ❞ The massive male of clearly demonic origin cast his uninterested gaze over the angel. ❝ This one is not a part of the pleasure quarters ... yet. Have they not been assigned a servant? The direction of the maids is not mine to worry about. Gael? ❞ He moved his red gaze to look at the head maid standing next to Tabitha.

❝ Turn your gaze away from me, bug. I have received no word from our Lady about a new assignment being needed. ❞ The nymph crossed her arms under her chest and glowered at the intruding angel. ❝ I thought they were being kept around because Lady Lilim was wanting to commission a new feather pillow. ❞

❝ Now, now! We can't treat such an esteemed guest so poorly. ❞ Ansel, the most friendly-looking of the group, spoke up in Michael’s defense. A polite smile graced his lips.

❝ Ansel is correct. The archangel is a guest of our great Lady. Surely we can be civil until she returns with proper orders about their treatment, ❞ Beacrox agreed. His steel-colored gaze locked with Tabitha's as the former swordmaster seemingly challenged the elder butler to defy their Lady and her house rules.

[heavenlyvanguard]

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Casual butt bump by a lion nose cuz they smell like heat and he's checking to make sure they're okay.

[heavenlyvanguard]

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The fallen General decided that he'd healed enough to handle the trip to heaven and left early in the day. It was strange how familiar and yet... Not it was. It was unsettling, but he hadn't the time to dwell on such things. Namely, his spiritual twin. Thus, he sought them out, putting on the air of the General of old- while not looking quite as healthy as he did before.

Michael may have been everywhere in sense of his mind but he did remember to bring them a gift. Sunflowers. The prince had suggested it. Something about them bringing confidence and wishing another healing and strength. He simply believed them to be bright hand happy... Something he felt the other needed.

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"I suppose it is something I have fear of."

One couldn't mess up if they didn't try, and with how Aenon turned out without him in his life... He figured it was for the better. Though, that didn't stop the sting that he felt. Having his child so close and yet... Not knowing... What a horrible father he was.

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Michael could sense that something was indeed wrong, so he nudged his fluffy lion head under the other's hand. He could feel the unease and it also made him uneasy... So he chuffs again.

"You don't need to lie to me. Even if I can't do anything it's better to speak about what ails you."

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Michael continued to rub himself against the other while in his lion form, a purr-like chuff sounding as he was pet. He could feel their exhaustion and thus ducked his body down, getting into a position where the other could either crawl onto his back or simply lay against him.

[magicalshe]

😈  -  lilim -> saint michael

confession to make // @faebletales

😈  -  for a nsfw confession.

⚸ ───── ❝ I can't wait to take you to one of my special parties, songbird. All those people looking at you but unable to touch you without my command as I bring you to orgasm after orgasm. I'll make you into a stuttering, boneless mess before you are thoroughly seeded for enjoy of both myself and my court Oh ~, I'm getting wet just thinking about how you'll be used after I finish with you. ❞

[heavenlyvanguard]

How does the saint make you feel as of late, Michael?

"Hm? You mean Michael? I guess I could say-- hopeful? Happy?"

[heavenlyvanguard]

The licks from the feline made them slightly purr. Michael felt aching all over but they were used to it and still welcomed it when the other changed back and embraced them. A weak chuckle managed to escape from them when hearing his oath of not letting them go. They looked up at him and they would speak, even when their voice was rough. "I don't mind."

"Shhh."

The gentle shushing was followed by a kiss. Ever sweet were those lips and the General lamented in breaking it. But he could hear the hoarseness of their voice and decided it was best if they rest. So he strokes a hand along their back in a soothing motion.

Between the dome and the flora surrounding them, the General knew they'd be safe and undisturbed. Thus, when the other would fall asleep, he too would allow himself to do so.

[heavenlyvanguard]

If a aching hole could be disappointed to have something as girthy as the general slip out, a brief sensation of relief came over Michael's face. Unaware to the impending insertion of the plug pushing inside, to keep as much seed in their body. The saint's hole squeezed around it even when they were so sore there. For alittle longer, they were out even when the other turned into a lion and began to groom their body.

Their body was clean even with the evidence that were still physical on their body. They moved and a slight groan left their lips, eyes opening as they were coming to. The angelic deity took notice where they were, curled up against a familiar lion. Their eyes closed and would nuzzle against him.

A chuff sounds in response to the other's nuzzle. He then licks their shoulder, their chest, their neck- gently touches his nose to their cheek, before then shifting back into a man and holding the other. Golden wings act as a blanket for the other as he holds them to his chest.

"I will not be releasing you any time soon."

The General releases a deep rumble while kissing the Saint's head. No, he'd hold onto them for quite some time and simply bask in their intimate glow.

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And absolutely undone they were becoming as the breeding was like a drug. It was nothing but primal instincts that were overwhelming the being, present in the sky blue eyes. They didn't move their hands even as he released them, clawing onto the ground beneath them as their clit was rubbed as the bruising ache in their depths were growing.

Tears from being overstimulated broke free from their eyes once more, groaning in pleasure and pain. Michael only cried out from the vicious thrust and feeling the seed flow into their womb with little difficulty. Their hole, on and out, was so filthy wet - only getting wetter as they hit another orgasm that was prolonged from being filled up with cum and being ravaged.

There was nothing they can do much in this position except for making loud lewd moans and crying out in bliss. Until everything in their vision darkened as their head fell back, body growing limp and partially passing out from their union. Completely at the General's mercy.

The General nearly purred when the Saint hit their climax. He aided them in riding it out, prolonging it as best he could- though paused when they seemed to go unconscious. That hadn't been his plan, but it was amusing nonetheless. Thus he is slow to pull out, sighing as his phallus slips from that greedy hole, and making sure that their hips stay so that none of his seed oozes out. What then appeared in the General's hand could only be described as a plug, which he teased the other's well used cunt with before pushing it in.

With the seed secure within them, the General shifted into a lion and began to bathe the Saint. Cleaning their legs, their intimate areas- everywhere their naughty juices had gone. His tongue was surprisingly soft as well, like that of his human form, so it wouldn't cause the other discomfort. Thankfully the haze in his mind was starting to lift, so he merely continued to bath the other after curling his body around them.

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A sharp gasp and a moan that followed when their ass was slapped again, feeling it being squeezed and fondled with. They would try to kiss him once more but was denied such a thing and a pained whine left the saint. Their hole was aching from the lovely abuse prior and feeling the other's cock fill up their insides more. Michael would wiggle faintly still, as if struggling to take more, whimpering. No words. The angelic deity wanted babies and that was known, spreading their legs wider for Michael to move, moaning.

A grin splits the General's face and he finally grants the other their kiss. Their attempt at giving him more access was rather adorable, he had to give them that. Thus he picks up the pace, slamming down into their body while pulling his head back, watching how the Saint came undone. Though, he also releases the other's wrists, using his now free hand to roughly rub the Saint's clit as his cock exchanged kisses with their womb.

It wasn't long before the General roared, slamming down with all of his might into the other and releasing a hot and heavy load of seed deep into them. He could feel his pelvis twitching, his cock pulsing as it shot ribbon after ribbon of hot white cum into their pretty hole. A few more, shallow thrusts were given to push the rest of his seed out, though- with the way the Saint milked him- there was no way any was left behind.

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The slap to their rear made the saint's body jolt from it, clenching briefly around his cock. The muffled moans against Michael's mouth only made them push towards the kiss more even when their body was burning. Yet when they were moved once more, Michael whined softly as they were on their back, watching closely. "Ahh!" The saint cried out feeling him slam into their cunt, making their body tremble and bounce. They rolled their head back as soon as they felt him mark up their body, not able to move much in this position.

Their hands clenched weakly underneath the General's hand, mewling erotically feeling his hand on their ass. It was like they were drunk as they stared up at him.

A similar, drunken gaze met the Saint's as the General growled down at them. The hand on their ass slapped it again before then gripping it tight and squeezing, kneading the tender flesh beneath his fingers. All while he hovering his lips just above the other's, teasing them by keeping his mouth just out of reach.

Their lewd voice was like a drug. Why he was drawn in by the sounds of his partner he wasn't sure, but it fueled the fire in his core and soon enough his girth increases, further filling the Saint's wet cunt.

"Your womb is kissing my cock, dove- it wants to be filled with my seed-"

A growl falls from him, the squeezing of the other's walls around him was a bliss he didn't want to end. He wanted more of it, so he changed angles to better strike inside of the other.

"Do you want my cubs, dove?"

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The bite on their lip was only encouraging to them, gripping onto Michael's hair as they deepened the kiss as if it was the most anguished thing to not receive his kisses, his touches. How they wanted everything from him right now, to drown in pleasure, know nothing but pleasure. As another flood of seed poured into them, the Saint whimpered against the kiss as they were being filled up once more. Having the man rammed into them viciously caused muffled moans against the kiss, deepening it with their tongue. They can feel how sore they were becoming but their body was still needy, and their hole was sopping wet with their lewd fluids mixed with cum that managed to escape.

The Saint's chest was fondled while their kiss was deepened. The gnashing of teeth and dance of tongues encouraging the General to push harder, to press deeper. Without realizing, the hand not playing with a breast reached back to slap the other's ass. Though, this made him realize that his seed was oozing out.

The General thus returns the Saint to their back, pressing their knees back into the mating press and slamming down into them. This made kissing them easier, gave him access to their chest and neck- which he quickly marked up- and allowed him to pin their wrists down with a single hand so that the other could grope their ass.