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angel that finally presses itself all the way inside you and can't help but flutter its wings out of pleasure. angel that tries to keep up the dominant facade but keeps asking you, "am I being good? am i being a good pet?" angel that keeps having to catch its breath and stop thrusting into you because it doesn't want this to end. angel whose halo glows brighter and brighter the closer its gets to cumming. angel who asks permission over and over and over before it can finally cum.

magdalena frackowiak in "nun head" by sebastian faena for pop #17 fall '08

You gently worked the filth out of his wings, and he shuddered at every touch, gripping the edge of the tub. He didn't understand what he was feeling, why he was beginning to ache, why parts of him were coming alive in a way they never had before. In the hundreds of years he had existed, he'd never felt like this. He turned to you with confused, pleading eyes, and you kissed him softly and whispered that you'd take care of it if he'd let you.