Author’s Notes: You have been feeeeddddd!!! I don’t CARE if you don’t want the lesbians /i/ want the lesbians 👹 I love them. Anyway, enjoy BlyFry torture. 🥰 @aller-geez owns Freya and did the cover art!
Freya was curled up in the pit of Blythe’s arm, snuggled close as they enjoyed the sound of a gentle rain from their open cottage bedroom window. “It’s so peaceful out here..” the angel sighs with neutrality as her fingers trace up and down her lover’s exposed torso.
“I agree, lover, there’s nothing quite like laying with you next to the sound of mother nature existing as she comes,” Blythe's voice was a low murmur, vibrating against Freya's cheek where she nuzzled in closer. The scent of petrichor hung heavy in the air, a comforting aroma that mingled with the delicate fragrance of Freya's skin. As the rain continued its soft patter against the window, the world outside seemed to fade away until it was just the two of them cocooned in their intimate sanctuary.
Freya's touch was light yet purposeful, her fingers dancing across Blythe's skin with a feather-light nudge that sent shivers down her spine. Every caress was like a promise, a silent vow of love and devotion that spoke louder than any words ever could. Blythe's breath caught in her throat, her heart swelling with an overwhelming sense of adoration for the angel in her arms.
In that moment, nothing else mattered but the sensation of Freya's embrace, the sound of the rain outside, and the unspoken bond that held them together like two perfect puzzle pieces completing the picture. They laid like this for a few moments before there were light sniffles that started from below. “Snddff…H’h..” Freya quickly shook her head, trying to cast away the irritating feeling that began to make itself known within the passages of her sinuses. “iihh..D-Darling….I th-think the wet pollen is…agitating me…” the fallen finally admitted, Blythe looked down at her girlfriend, concerned at first but her inner monster couldn’t help itself. She wrapped her hand along the underside of the Angel’s jaw and forced her gaze upward into her own.
“Do tell me, Angel,” she asks with a heavy seductive tone. Freya gulps loosely. Bly's eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as she held the woman’s gaze captive, her hand exerting a firm yet gentle pressure on the angel's jaw. The subtle shift in her lover's demeanor did not go unnoticed by Freya, who could feel the heat rising in her cheeks at the intensity of Blythe's stare. “M-My…l-love…?” she questioned softly, barely above a whisper.
The sensation of the wet pollen irritating her sinuses had been momentarily forgotten, replaced by a different kind of ache that pulsed through her veins. Despite the discomfort beginning to build in her nose, there was an undeniable thrill that coursed through Freya at the dominance displayed by the succubi. It awakened a primal part of her being that yearned for submission, for surrendering control to the one who held her heart in their hands. The forbidden feeling.
With a soft whimper, Freya leaned into Blythe's touch, her breath hitching as she felt a wave of arousal wash over her. The rain outside seemed to echo the rhythm of her racing heart. She knew this situation all too well. “What is it my Angel? Do you need to….sneeze?” She asked curiously, but behind that curiosity was a sick sadist that needed to be quenched.
“K-Kinda…” the fallen mumbled with slight hesitance. As often as she was ready to please her insatiable partner due to her affliction…she wasn’t sure she was ready to submit to the game up the succubus’ sleeves.
Blythe's lips curled into a knowing smile at Freya's hesitant admission. The succubus could practically taste the tension that hung in the air, a heady mix of desire and uncertainty. She leaned in closer, her breath ghosting across Freya's sensitive skin as she whispered, "You know what you need to do, my Angel….Let go for me," Her voice was like silk, smooth and seductive, coaxing Freya to surrender to the inevitable urge building within her.
Freya's chest tightened as she felt the first tickle of a sneeze creeping up her sinuses, a sensation that both thrilled and terrified her. The conflicting emotions warred within her, but she couldn’t just let it out that easily. “h-Heh…” she started but then swallowed it back, hard like a gumball down one’s throat. The succubus raised a brow and quickly flipped their positions so that the angel was below her and she hovered over top.
“What is this hesitation? Shall I induce a punishment for disobedience, my love?” Freya blanched at the thought of Blythe's punishment, her mind conjuring up images of spankings and other torments. The succubi’s eyes narrowed in warning, and Freya could feel the heat of Blythe's body against hers. A wave of nervousness washed over her as she realized she had pushed her partner too far.
“You’re still holding them hostage from me hm? Okay…then I suppose there’s no other choice….hold still,” the woman quickly thrusts her lover’s hands up and attaches them to the handcuffs secured to their headboard already. The angel gasps gently her nose stinging and leaking with the need to release but she couldnt possibly fathom what the succubus had in store for her. The sensation of being restrained only intensified the anticipation that gripped Freya's heart. She could feel Bly’s eyes on her, studying her every move, every twitch of her body as she waited for the storm to unleash itself.
As the seconds ticked by, the pressure building in Freya's nose grew more and more unbearable. She could feel the squishiness of her swelling nostrils, the tickle-turned-itch that threatened to consume her entire face in a sudden burst of sneezes. The rain outside seemed to emphasize the echoing beat of her heart, and Freya felt as though her very soul was being exposed and offered up to Blythe's predatory gaze.
The succubus could see the struggle in Freya's yellow eyes, the tension that twisted her features into a mask of both desire and anxiety. And with a cruel, seductive click of her tongue, chuckled at her girlfriend. “You’re so adorable, chained up at my will,” she teased, the woman then quickly pulled a box out from under the bed with a swift movement. Retrieving the hitachi wand from inside. “You’re going to wish you would have just listened, my dove,” she shakes her head solemnly but her eyes glisten with sin.
The fallen's heart pounded in her chest as the succubus approached her with the Hitachi wand, its vibrations pulsating with anticipation. The scent of her arousal filled the air, mingling with the earthy musk of her sweat and the floral notes of the scented candles scattered around the room. The succubus trailed the wand over Freya's nose, sending a shiver down her spine as the gentle hum against her sensitive skin threatened to precipitate her into a sneeze.
Blythe's eyes held a wicked twinkle as she continued to torment her lover, the vibrating massager teasing Freya's nostrils and the inside of her quivering lips. The crisp sheets crinkled beneath them, the only sound in the room other than the storm outside that seemed to mimic the tempest brewing inside Freya's body. “Now now, don’t you dare, you made the commitment to hold them back, remember? So hold them back,” Bly demanded of her lover with a strict, authoritative tone, while Freya let out an exaggerated, tortured whimper.
“B-But…” she started, her breath catching in her throat, wrists tugging at their restraints and her legs spreading further apart to accommodate for her girlfriend sitting between them.
“Aht, Aht, hold them back,” Blythe mocked, her voice darkening like a storm cloud as she wielded the Hitachi wand with a deft touch. Freya's entire body tensed, her skin prickling with awareness as she felt the vibrations from the wand radiate through her, lingering on her nerve endings. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, a wild beat that matched the frenzied rhythm of the rain drops hitting the side of their home.
It was as if the elements themselves were conspiring against her, trapping her in a whirlwind of sensations that threatened to overwhelm her. The betrayed smell of her sweat mingled with the heady scent of her arousal that seemed to bloom like a rose beneath her, sweet and intoxicating. The succubus noticed and took a deep inhale of her surroundings. “Delightful…my sweet Angel’s scent is so intoxicating…” The air felt heavy, as if the very molecules around her had been saturated with desire and anticipation.
She clenched her fists on each side of her body, trying her best to keep the explosions she so desperately needed inside her body as her forehead started to sweat. Bly now tracing her free hand across the exposed thighs of her girlfriend who was only sitting in a thin night gown that had fallen behind her hips in this position. “Your skin is so beautiful..” the demon licked her lips as the tips of her fingers drew patterns up Freya’s inner thighs.
The angel moaned, unable to withdraw the desire building within her quim at the touch of her lover’s hand. It was proving too much, holding back her sneezing, and being touched so intimately. “B-Bly…” she tried to protest as the buzzing continued to echo inside her skull. Her nose felt like it was going to explode, every breath seeming to teeter on the edge of uncontrolled expulsion. She could feel the tightness in her head, the gears of her sinuses grating together in their effort to contain the pressure building inside her. Freya's sinuses strained against the vibrations, her nasal cavities expanding and contracting in response to the intense stimulation. The warmth of her lover's touch against her sensitive skin only added to the mix of lust, further fueling the fire within her. The storm outside seemed to act as a mere background to the frenzied game they played, as lightning bolts of pleasure and need struck her from within, threatening to tear her apart in their intensity.
A single tear escaped her blackened yellow eye, trailing down her cheek as she felt herself losing the battle to hold back her sneeze. Her body shuddered involuntarily, her muscles clenching and unclenching in a futile attempt to delay the inevitable moment of release. The scent of her arousal became more pronounced, mingling with the musk of her sweat and Blythe’s own prominent pheromones. “I must taste you…” the Succubus whispered hungrily keeping her arm in position but sliding down the fallen’s body, she used her free hand to pull Freya’s panties to the side to expose her wet folds, sliding a wicked forked tongue against them. The angel wanted to throw her head back and release everything she’d worked hard to hold back, but she didnt. She whimpered, low and long as the sensation of her girlfriend’s lips closed around her throbbing clit.
It was two fold the trouble, the wet, messy mouth now ravishing her sacred treasure, and the wand electrifying the entirety of her brain through her nostrils. She couldn’t form a single thought. The Hitachi wand continued to vibrate against Freya's nose, its hum a constant reminder of the battle she was waging against the sneezes that threatened to escape. She could feel the pressure building in her sinuses, the walls of her nasal cavities were red and swollen, as if they were being stretched to their limits. Her nostrils flared with each inhale, and small droplets of sweat glistened on her skin as she fought to contain herself. Every breath she took felt like a challenge, a fight against the inevitable release that awaited her.
Blythe cooed and hummed against the sensitive throbbing bud, allowing her tongue to massage the underside before teasing her aching hole. “S-Shoot…” Freya ‘cursed’ as the feeling of release was just hiding around the corner.”P-Please…Bly-Blythe…”she pleaded. “I’ll…b-be…go-good…” she stuttered and swallowed trying to keep her promise and hold fast against the vibrating assaults. Her breathing had become short and sharp, her heart pounding furiously against her fingertips as she gripped the bed sheets tightly. Her eyes were wide with lust, her skin flushed with arousal and sin.
As Blythe continued her assault on Freya's swollen bud, her forked tongue dancing around it with expert precision, Freya's resolve began to waver. The pleasure built like a tidal wave, threatening to crash down upon her and obliterate her fragile control. She could feel the storm brewing within her, the electricity of ecstasy striking her from within, igniting every nerve ending in her body. Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her heart pounding in her chest like a war drum. Her scent thickened, filling the air with the heady aroma of raw, unbridled passion.
The Hitachi wand continued its relentless attack on her nose, driving her closer and closer to the edge with every pulse of electric vibration. Her sinuses strained against the intense sensations that plagued her, both from her head to her delicate parts, she was on the verge of insanity. “I’m gonna….Blythe..I’m gonna…” prepared to release, her orgasm built inside of her groin with a persistence that was now unavoidable. Sensing her girlfriend’s approaching release, the succubus pulled the wand away from Freya’s leaking, swollen and reddened face to force a double sensation.
“OH MY GOD…” the angel threw her head back as her orgasm suddenly started to fold her over with Blythe’s tongue still actively working against her but at the same moment it threw her off one edge, the release of the vibrating wand against her face came free and she found herself thrown over a different edge at the same time. “H’IhhSHHHHiew!! essh’IEW!” she finally sneezed, a cloud of spittle falling over cast the both of them, her body convulsing and twitching under the force of her orgasm, but this didn’t stop the succubus, she wanted more, she would drain every last sinful drop off the ethereal.
“B-Ly…iit’SSHHIEW! eh’TnSHiEW!” the fallen throws her head against the headboard, her hands pulling and tugging at the restraints above her, desperate to touch her lover but denied the access. Freya’s sneezes were like bombs, shaking the very walls of the room and sending a shower of droplets spraying across the intimate scene. Blythe, undeterred by the sudden exhalation of her lover's nasal passages, continued to lavish attention on Freya's sensitive regions, her forked tongue swirling and flicking against the angel's needy clit. Every sneeze felt like a blow to Freya's arousal, yet with each release, she found herself growing more and more flushed and overwhelmed with passion.
The Hitachi wand, now abandoned on the bed, hummed softly in the quiet moments between Freya’s sneezes. Its absence was a cruel reminder of the intensity of the sensation it had unleashed, and the angel knew that it would not be long before the agony and ecstasy of her orgasm returned. Blythe's tongue moved to wrap around her throbbing bud, sucking, teasing and while Freya fought to swallow the attack, it only intensified against her pleasure. “EhH’tshiew!” she collapsed with defeat after she sprayed another plume of wet mess. Blythe wanted to speak, she wanted to interject with something spicy, and quick, but her hunger. It drove her as she devoured her lover’s liquids. She knew there was more. Bringing up her hand she inserted her index and middle fingers, curling and twisting inside her twitching and shuddering lover. “h’Heh..iiKKSCH!!” throwing caution and followed by a high pitched moan as her body rolled into Bly’s motions.
The sight of Blythe's fingers buried deep within her was too much for the innocent to bear. Her body convulsed with each thrust, her heart pounding against her ribcage like a wild beast trapped in a cage. The storm within her raged on, the lightning bolts of pleasure and need striking her from within, tearing her apart in their intensity. She couldn't hold back any longer. “I’m gonna...I’m gonna...” she gasped, her voice cut off and swallowed by the burning static that consumed the passages of her nostrils. Blythe now fully thrusting her hand with a speed and intensity that caused the fallen’s eyes to roll back. “Aa-AH Hi’iHHSHHHhiew!” another convulsive sneeze rattled the room, spraying saliva and droplets of arousal in a chaotic arc across the space around them. Blythe released Freya's clit with a satisfied smirk, her tongue now flavored with the sweet nectar of her lover's arousal. “An absolute dish,” She grabbed Freya's ankles, pulling them apart and exposing the angel's dripping core to the cool air. The sudden constriction of the clitoral hood sent another jolt of pleasure coursing through Freya's body, the intensity of which was matched only by the explosive sneeze that followed.
“Eshh’iiiiewww!!” Freya cried out, her back arching off the bed as she convulsed with the force of the sneeze. Blythe took advantage of the momentary breather, leaning in to lick and taste the droplets that lingered on the angel’s lips.
“Good girl,” she whispered breathlessly, herself tired out from the overconsumption. Blythe lowered her head to Freya's chest, feeling the rapid pounding of her heart, the sweat dampening the fine fabric of her dress. The room was now sweltering, heavy with the scent of sex and the faint, earthy tang of the air that had shaken them both to the core. Her fingers traced gentle circles on Freya's skin, seeking to soothe the fiery tension that still lingered between them while the ethereal caught her breath.
As Freya's breathing began to slow, Blythe couldn't help but admire the exquisite beauty of her lover's face flushed and glistening, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure. It was a sight that made her own heart race and her throat dry with longing.
The coolness of the room against the heat of their bodies was a welcome relief, but it also served as a reminder of the urgency to solve a problem. Lazily, the succubus got out of bed and closed the window, looking back at her flushed and spent partner she smiled, sweetly, the hungry demon inside her satiated for now. “Better, my love?” Freya blinked her tear filled eyes allowing them to clear before turning her head to inhale deeply, feeling a sense of calm and clarity now that the window was closed.
“Much,” she breathed, her voice still slightly hoarse from the exertion. Freya's eyes fluttered shut as she surrendered to the afterglow, her body still humming with pleasure. Blythe, ever attentive, crawled back onto the bed to lie beside her, wrapping her arms around Freya's waist.
She nuzzled her nose into the crook of her lover’s neck, inhaling the intoxicating scent of their lovemaking, the mix of their arousal and the lingering traces of musk from the outdoors that had started to dissipate. The room was now filling up with the scent of their passion and the warmth of their bodies, a testament to the depth of their desire.
Blythe traced her fingers along Freya's collarbone, her touch soft and gentle, like the caress of a summer breeze. The angel hummed delightfully, leaning closer into her sadistic lover. “You’re so naughty…” Freya giggled, to which she was met by a dismissive scoff.
“Me? Dont play coy, darling, you’re just as filthy as I,” they giggled together as they spent the rest of the day rolling in between sessions of passion and contentment.
The End
Author’s Notes: another short one for you guys to consume while I try to get my shit together 🫡 I love BlyFry so much idc
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Description: Blythe is saging the new home, cleansing it of any bad energy before the girls settle into it. Unbeknownst to either of them, Freya has a very strong reaction to the smoke…and Blythe can’t ever deny temptation.
Author’s Notes: Figured I’d take the new girls out for a spin since we have had them for a few weeks 😂 Sorry I’m so slow lately guys, truly it’s me trying to get my shit together and being exhausted as fuck but imma keep pumping out fics when I can! Art and Freya by @aller-geez !
Blythe moved gracefully through the rooms of their domicile, the sage smoke trailed behind her like a mystical veil. Each step she took left an ethereal imprint on the wooden floors, infusing the air with a sense of enchantment. Her fingers traced delicate patterns in the smoke, weaving ancient spells of protection and peace into the very fabric of their new home. If there was one thing she knew about, it was evil, and over the years she had gotten incredibly good at the studies of good and evil. This was all apart of her mission to aide in keeping her and Freya safe.
Meanwhile, speaking of, Fry struggled with a particularly stubborn box in the doorway, her nose wrinkling at the pungent scent of sage that filled the air. She coughed delicately, trying to suppress a sneeze as she hoisted the box into the living room, but the feeling was persistent. The effects of the sage on her sensitive senses were undeniable as her eyes began to water and her chest tightened with each breath. “How’s it….” she cleared her throat and tried to put on a brave face. “How’s the cleansing going my dear?” the soft, airy voice connecting Blythe back to reality as she curiously looked over at her inquiring girlfriend.
The succubus grinned, ear to ear before subconsciously flipping her hair from the view of her right eye. Just so she could get a much clearer gaze of her darling girl; the smoke starting to collect and bunch in the vicinity of the approaching women. “Wonderful my peach, I am almost done, just a few more rounds…I want to make sure it sticks,” As the dark haired woman turned back around to return to her previous actions, Freya's eyes darted around the room, desperately trying to blink away the tears threatening to spill over.
She gave Blythe a reassuring smile, her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and the effects of the sage. "I'll just... go get the next box," she said quickly, her voice slightly strained as she made a hasty retreat towards the front door.
As she stepped outside, the cool forest air provided some relief to her irritated senses. Freya took a deep breath, trying to calm the itching in her nose and the tightness in her chest. She glanced back through the open doorway to see Blythe moving with such grace and purpose, a vision of mystic power and beauty that never failed to leave the fallen in awe.
Ignoring her escalating symptoms as best she could, Freya busied herself with bringing in the remaining boxes from their moving truck. Each trip back into the cottage filled her lungs with more sage-laden air, exacerbating her discomfort.
One by one the woman brought the boxes into the home, trying to leave them in the respective rooms that matched their labels. Dishes in the kitchen, clothes in the bedroom, toiletries in the bathroom….etc. Each trip tested the fallen’s sensitive sinuses to it’s maximum capabilities.
The last box was the heaviest, filled with books Blythe had collected over the years. Freya grunted as she struggled to lift it, her arms quivering under the weight. She paused at the threshold of the cottage, taking a moment to catch her breath. The scent of sage clung to her like a shroud, making her head swim and her eyes water even more fiercely. Trails trickling down her cheeks now as they overflowed. Her nostrils twitched, and she tried to satisfy its craving by scrunching it in tight circles, but it was subpar to the feeling of rubbing an irritated nose with your closed fist.
She was able to slowly trudge her way through the living room as her face contorted and twisted in discomfort before only reaching half way across the space, and pausing again, and the itching, my GODS the itching, it persisted, growing more insistent by the second. Freya's breath hitched as she felt a powerful sneeze building up inside her, her entire body tensing in anticipation. With a sudden explosive force, she let out a thunderous set of sneezes that echoed through the cottage, causing a cloud of saliva to swirl around her. “Iit’shHIEW! i’HKSHIEW!!” it sprayed out from her unhinged maw unexpectantly, but inevitably.
In her startled state, Freya lost her grip on the heavy box, and it came crashing down on her foot with a sickening thud. Pain shot through her body, but before she could even process it, another series of uncontrollable sneezes overtook her. “EHH’TSHIEW! eshh’IEW!” Eyes squeezed shut from impact, the force of the sneezes knocked her off balance, sending her stumbling back until she collapsed onto the couch with a groan. “Owwie…” she whimpered gently bringing her hand up to cover her slickened and slightly dripping nostrils.
Blythe turned at the commotion, concern etched on her face as she rushed to Freya's side, a slight blush spread across her cheeks. "Are you alright, my love?" she asked, reaching out to gently touch Freya's trembling shoulder. The fallen shook her head gently as she broke down into gentle tears.
“I…hurt myself…..” her voice cracked as she tried to get a hold of her large emotions. “The sage…it..sNdff…I can’t handle it…” she spoke softly, afraid to break the spirit of her partner who was just trying really hard to protect their home.
“Oh, My darling….” she gasped leaning down to envelop her girl in a tight, loving and supporting embrace. Freya buried her face in Blythe's shoulder, seeking solace in her comforting presence. The pain in her foot throbbed relentlessly, but it was the overwhelming effects of the sage that truly weighed on her. Blythe held her close, whispering soothing words and gentle reassurances as she gently stroked Freya's hair. "I'm so sorry, my love. I underestimated the strength of the sage on your sensitive senses," Blythe murmured, filled with regret at having unintentionally caused Freya distress.
The angel sniffled, clinging to Blythe as she tried to calm her racing heart and ease the burning sensation in her nose and chest. She knew the demon would never purposefully harm her, but the unexpected reaction to the cleansing ritual had left her shaken. "I know you didn't mean to, Blythe. It's just... it's a lot for me," Freya admitted, feeling vulnerable and exposed in that moment.
The succubus soothed her girlfriend gently continuously running her long delicately thin fingers through her softened pigtails and nodded in agreement. “I know…I know…but my…you did such a good job at holding on, you got all those boxes in before your poor little sniffer esploded?” she giggled tapping the tip of the girl’s nose with a loving playfulness.
Freya blushed furiously at Blythe's playful teasing, a mix of embarrassment and affection coloring her features. Despite her discomfort, there was a spark of amusement in her eyes as she swatted at the woman’s hand with a small pout. "Stop it, you're making it worse," she muttered, her voice still tinged with congestion from the sneezing fit.
Blythe only grinned mischievously in response, clearly enjoying the reaction she was eliciting from her normally shy lover. Her fingers continued to dance along the fallen's hair, the gentle touch sending shivers down her spine. As Freya tried to compose herself, she couldn't help but notice the glint in her girlfriend’s eyes - it was a look of desire, of something more primal stirring within her beautiful partner.
A sudden realization dawned on the Fallen as she caught the subtle shift in Blythe's demeanor. Was it possible that her embarrassing sneezing fit had caused a spark within her lover’s loins?
Blythe's gaze was intense, a mixture of desire and something more primal that stirred deep within her. Freya's cheeks flushed as she locked eyes with the dark-haired woman, feeling a surge of heat between them that had nothing to do with the oppressive sage-filled air. Tentatively, Blythe leaned in closer, her lips just a breath away from Freya's trembling ones. The angel could feel her heart pounding in her chest, the pain in her foot momentarily forgotten as she was consumed by the magnetic pull of their shared desire.
In that charged moment, time seemed to stand still as they hovered on the edge of something hot and exhilarating. And then, with a barely perceptible movement, Blythe pulled back, crushing the moment under her heel before gently brushing a hand across her girlfriend’s cheek. “We need to do something about that foot my dove, I’ll get you some ice, and a wrap…hopefully nothing is broken,”
Freya's heart sank as the moment slipped away, leaving her breathless and wanting. She watched as Blythe moved away to tend to her injured foot, a mix of disappointment and understanding swirling within her. “Okay…” she murmured softly, her voice filled with anxiousness. The injured woman nodded finally, grateful for the distraction from the intense moment that had passed between them.
As Blythe hurried off to fetch the ice and bandages, Freya let out a shaky breath, trying to steady her racing heart. The pain in her foot throbbed relentlessly, but it was nothing compared to the storm of emotions raging inside her. She couldn't shake the electricity that crackled in the air whenever she and Blythe were near each other.
When Bly returned with the supplies, Freya forced herself to push aside the tangled mess of thoughts and focus on the task at hand. With gentle care, Blythe helped Freya ice her injured foot and wrap it snugly, all the while stealing glances filled with unspoken lust-fueled smirks. The air was heavy with unuttered words of desires, each woman equally afraid and intrigued by the intensity of the situation. “How are you feeling now? It doesn’t seem broken so that’s good…” Blythe asked curiously, sliding back next to her girlfriend on the couch.
Freya shifted slightly, testing her weight on the newly bandaged foot. The pain was still there, a dull ache that throbbed with each heartbeat, but the ice had numbed it enough to be bearable. She turned to Blythe, meeting her gaze with a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "It feels better, thank you," she replied softly, a hint of vulnerability lingering in her words.
Silver eyes softened as she reached out to gently caress Freya's cheek. "I'm glad. I hate seeing you in pain," she murmured, her voice filled with genuine concern. They sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them palpable yet untouched. Finally, the succubus cut the tension in the air with a thick talon. “My darling…I know we just cleared the air for you, and I was gracious enough to give you a moment to catch your breath but…I cant help but think of how sweet the sound of your sneezes were…” The fallen blushed profusely, and averted her yellow gaze to the ground.
“B-Blythe that’s..” hesitating to finish her own sentence, still unused to be so open.
“What my dear? Naughty?” The woman teased as she leaned into to capture the other’s earlobe between two sharp rows of teeth. “I can’t help myself you know, around you, everything is intoxicating…” She inhaled deeply as the strands of Freya’s pigtails tickled at her face, arms pulling the angel closer to her ‘til she was fully in her lap, cradled by the taller female.
Freya's breath hitched as she felt Bly’s embrace tighten around her, the succubus' words sending a shiver down her spine. The mixture of vulnerability and desire warred within her, unsure of how to navigate the overwhelming emotions coursing through her. She could feel the heat of Blythe's body against her own, the succubus exuding a magnetic pull that was impossible to resist. "Blythe, I... I don't know if we should...there’s still unpacking…" Freya's voice trailed off as she struggled to find the right words, her heart pounding in her chest.
But Blythe silenced her with a searing kiss, passion and hunger igniting between them like a wildfire. The angel melted into the kiss, unable to deny the longing that had been building between them in the last few minutes. In that moment, all doubts and inhibitions faded away as they gave in to the primal connection that bound them together.
The room filled with the sounds of their whispered grunts and gentle moans, the smacking of wet lips before eventually the dark haired woman had enough sense to pull back. “If I lit….more sage, would you be the best girl for me?” biting her lower lip and pushing their foreheads together. “Promise to be gentle with your foot…” giggling breathlessly as her fingers trailed loosely up and down the woman’s thighs.
Freya's heart pounded as she gazed into Blythe's eyes, a mixture of desire and uncertainty swirling in her chest. She could feel the weight of the succubus's words hanging in the air, tempting her with promises of passion and intimacy. With a shaky breath, Freya reached out to cup Blythe's face in her hands, her touch gentle yet filled with unspoken longing. "I promise," she whispered, her voice barely above a breath as she leaned in to capture her saucy girlfriend’s lips in a quick, tender kiss.
After breaking away again, the succubus gently moved her lover to the side of the couch, to free herself from under her. Standing up now, she turned back to shoot a quick wink before retreating to pick up her half burned bundle. Rekindling the sage and closing each window as she trailed the smoke around behind her, her long, slender legs peaking through the slit in her dress, Freya swallowed nervously as she watched the other. The woman’s darkened silver eyes never leaving her winged mate, always completely obsessed with the woman, almost impossible to look away in the first place. “You’re going to be so good for me, right?” she asked licking her lips slowly as she watched her prey start to shift, and eyes starting to turn glossy.
“Y-Yes..Ma’am…” the smoke was already starting to fill the room, coiling and twisting in mesmerizing patterns that danced around the two women like ghostly specters. Freya's sensitive nose twitched at the acrid scent, a hint of sage mingling with the sweet perfume that clung to Blythe's skin. She couldn't help but cough softly, the smoke tickling her throat and making her eyes water.
Blythe, on the other hand, seemed unaffected by the thickening haze, a mischievous grin on her lips as she teased her lover with a knowing look. "Can you handle it, my sweet angel?" she purred, her voice low and sultry as she continued to twirl the burning sage in lazy circles. Freya tried to nod in response, her gaze fixated on the demon's every movement, feeling a strange mix of excitement and apprehension building within her.
As the smoke continued to weave its way through the room, casting swirling shadows on the walls, Freya felt a strange heaviness settle as the smoke thickened. She found it harder to concentrate, the room spinning around her in a dizzying whirl. Blythe's voice cut through the haze, low and hypnotic, sending shivers down her delicate spine. "You're going to be so good for me, right?" the words bounced inside her head as the presence of something much more sinister began to crawl its way through. The thicker the room became, the tighter her nasal cavity felt, her nostrils twitching and scrunching as she fought to place it.
“Aht, don’t try to push them away my darling dove, remember, you promised to be good,” Blythe's voice drifted through the smoke, wrapping around Freya like a velvet ribbon, soothing and commanding all at once. The succubus moved closer, her form appearing almost ethereal in the dimly lit room, her eyes glowing with an otherworldly light. Freya tried to speak, to protest, but her words were lost in the heavy air that seemed to press against her chest.
As Blythe reached out a hand to caress Freya's cheek, a jolt of awareness shot through the angel. Her skin prickled with unease as the itching sensation only brought itself forward and she couldnt hold it back any longer. “H-h…” she hitched, her lids squeezing together and her lips parting, drew the other woman in with lust filled eyes staring deeply with anticipation.
Freya's sneeze erupted suddenly, catching both her and Blythe by surprise at how quickly it shot out of her. “H’ihhSHHhhiew!! i’hKSHIEW!!” It was a series of rapid-fire explosions, each one more forceful than the last. The first sneeze sprayed a fine mist of sparkling saliva, like glitter in the air, while the second one sounded like a delicate chime ringing through the room. Blythe watched with amusement as Freya's sneezes continued, “ehh’tnSHIEW! iit’shHIEW!” each one accompanied by a different spectacle - shimmering sparks, tiny bubbles, even desperate gasps in between that floated in the air for a moment before disappearing.
Her amusement quickly turned into fascination as she watched the angel's reactions with keen interest. The sneezes seemingly held a strange power over the dark haired woman, each one more enchanting than the last, drawing her in like a moth to a flame.
Freya's delicate form trembled with each sneeze, her body convulsing in a way that was both mesmerizing and alluring. Blythe couldn't tear her eyes away, captivated by the sight of Freya succumbing to her allergy-fueled affliction. With each sneeze, a new wave of energy seemed to ripple through the room, crackling in the air like electricity, her halo bounced from the force. It brought the succubus closer, and closer. Blythe eventually set the still burning herb down on the ash tray on the side table and loomed over her girlfriend, palms gripped the back of the couch. Freya sunk beneath her, snuffling and sniffling trying to get the mess away from her face, nervously avoiding eye contact with her succubus mate above.
“Don’t be shy…it’s me,” bringing a hand down she tilts the woman’s head up by her chin with a single index and thumb.
Freya's breath hitched as she gazed up at Blythe, her eyes wide with a mixture of vulnerability and desire. The sneezing fit had left her feeling strangely exposed, her body tingling with an energy she couldn't quite place. As Blythe's thumb gently lifted her chin, Freya found herself lost in the depths of those darkened silver eyes, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her chest.
The room was heavy with the scent of sage and something more primal, a heady mix that clouded Freya's senses and heightened her awareness of the succubus before her. Blythe's touch was both gentle and possessive, a silent command that sent a shiver down Freya's spine.
With a soft whimper, the fallen angel leaned into the touch, her lips parting slightly as she searched Blythe's gaze for any sign of hesitation. But all she found was unwavering hunger and an intensity that threatened to consume her. “I’m..go-gonna..” Freya whimpered her nose scrunching and twisting uncomfortably as Blythe only seemed to inch closer, pressing their foreheads together again.
“Please,” the succubus begged in a whisper as the words caused her angel to shudder once more.
“I-…H—eHH’TSHiEW!” Blythe breathed in heavily, as if the flying particles of spittle that hit her face despite Fry’s attempt to cover herself, were the oxygen to which she breathed.
The sneezes continued to pour out of Freya like fountains, each one more intense than the last. “Eeh’Tshiew!! IIT’TsHiEw!” The room felt like it was spinning, but Blythe only grew more entranced by the sight before her. Leaning in closely, licking the slight dribble of saliva that trickled down that side of her lover’s mouth. The energy that crackled in the air seemed to be building, and she couldn't resist the urge to embrace it. Blythe gripped Freya tightly by her thighs, and pulled her in a swift motion in her lap as she also sat down.
As Freya's sneezes grew more consistent, Blythe found herself losing control. Her own body began to tremble with the anticipation of the next. “Gods you sound so beautiful…” she licked her lips desperately before attaching herself to the side of the angel’s exposed neck. Bly sucked, licked and nipped the area hungrily, her hands and fingers gripping the back of her ass and pulling her mate’s body into her own.
Freya gasped at the sudden intimacy, her sneezing beginning to subside, but the burning sting could never truly leave her so long as the sage was lit, but as Blythe's kisses sent shockwaves of pleasure through her, she couldnt keep her focus on that. Her body responded to the succubus' touch, arching into her grip as though she were a vessel of unending desire. The energy in the room crackled and sizzled, the air thick with magic and longing.
"You're mine," Blythe murmured, her voice a low, whispered promise. Freya could feel her words like a caress, a testament of the bond they shared, the connection that flowed like lightening between them. She could feel the lust flowing through her, the knowledge that she belonged to Blythe, and it was a feeling she never wanted to let go of.
She moaned softly, her eyelids fluttering as the intensity of the moment washed over her. Blythe's hands continued to roam up her tank top, finger tips pinching and gently teasing soft and perky buds. “My girl…your body is my temptation…my sins..I’d die to protect this,” the woman’s voice husky, like melted chocolate dripping onto a soft bed of ice cream. Freya’s bright yellow orbs blinked innocently before she smiled.
“As you’ve always been mine..” the fallen gasped, tilting her head back as her girlfriend found herself busy beneath her jaw, marking the flesh that belonged to her.
Freya's urges were teetering back and forth, as the sage and the energy in the room intertwined. The sexual connection between them was undeniable, and it was written all over their faces. They were lost in each other, their eyes locked on one another as they moved in sync, their bodies melting into one another. Clothes falling off one another bit by bit.
Blythe's grip on Freya tightened, her fingertips tracing patterns over her lover's skin, creating a symphony of sensations that had her shivering. The room was alive with the sounds of their labored breaths, louder and louder that seemed to emanate from their every touch.
Freya's body felt like it was on fire, and yet she craved more. The succubus' grip was a drug, an addiction that she could never get enough of. Their tongues danced, their bodies intertwined, as the room spun around them.
Blythe moaned against her partner’s slickened mouth, pulling away just enough she dipped her hand between her lover’s thighs. “I want to hear more…” The sage still desperately wafting trails and trails of burning herb across their nostrils. Not that it was any a bother to Blythe as she watched intently with her silver orbs while Freya’s features twisted to avoid explosion. “Don’t hide them from me, darling girl, come on now….share with the class,” she wrapped her arms tightly around the woman’s waist pulling her in and rubbing her forehead against the other’s lovingly. She did bring one hand up though, gently caressing and sliding pieces of feather protruding from the others back, through her index and thumb.
Freya let out a series of light but, guttural moans as Blythe's fingers continued to explore her most sensitive spots, the sage's scent now mingling with the intoxicating aroma of arousal. The combination of sensual caresses against her wings and the strong scent of sage slowly burning out was overwhelming her senses, making it hard for her to keep composure. “H’ihhsHHHhIEW!" esHH’iEW!” the angel sneezed suddenly, quickly, and it sprayed across the both of them in a large cloud of misted saliva. The dark haired succubus grinned, toothy and delighted as her hands ran up and down the woman’s sides now.
“I swear, everything you do is perfection…” she whispered seductively between them, her mouth coming up to press gentle pecks against the other woman’s nose, lips, chin and jaw. Freya’s yellowed orbs rolled back in her head as she pressed her body instinctively into that of her girlfriend’s.
“You’re so bad for me…like a poison..” The angel responded to her flirty partner followed with a breathless giggle, and the succubus couldn't help but let out a callous laugh before grabbing the angel by her neck. Their eyes locked in an intense gaze as the woman glared with an amused glint in her silver orbs.
“And yet you’d still take a sip of sin at every chance you get…Tch, dirty girl,” this shot a shiver up the fallen’s spine, her body responding to Blythe’s degrading comments with a building intensity.
“I’d fall from heaven over and over if it meant I could live in your arms for eternity…” Freya whimpered between fighting off the urges ever growing in her sinuses and the succubus’ hands that found their way up her body and lips that continued to decorate her skin. Bly blushed brightly, she never got tired of hearing the words of sincerity, but, was more of a sucker to know she was the thread pulling Freya apart.
“My sentimental little dove…” she responded against the hot, wet flesh of Freya’s exposed clavicle. “Such pretty words while I feast upon your delightful body…” snickering with a teasing resolve, the angel blushed, feeling almost slightly embarrassed, but still her body craved more. Bly’s fingers twisted and pricked at sensitive growing buds discovered on the small mounds that pressed up against her. “You can do better…” licking her lips, whilst both her hands continued to pull and roll sensually skilled fingers across her angel’s swelling nipples. The sensations of her girlfriend’s deviously skilled hands were almost enough to fight off the still ever present itching and prickling of her nostrils. Almost. Sage still clung to the air stubbornly above them, making it almost impossible to avoid.
“I-…Well..H-h…” Freya sniffled, swallowing it and trying her best to fight through the oncoming inevitable. The dark haired woman sought an opportunity and quickly, switched their positions. Bly laid down on the couch, her naked body now in the other’s full view, Freya’s gaze catching a glimpse of her name tattooed on her girlfriend’s perfect figure. Labeled. Hers. The fallen took a deep breath through her watering eyes and ticklish throat, she longed to touch her skin. Yet there was not much time left for day dreaming while Blythe took a handful of her hips and dragged her atop her lap fully this time, still mindful of her injury. The succubus’ head was propped up against the arm of the couch while her gaze was hot against her lover.
“I have a MUCH better view now…please, my personal beauty, continue,” she grinned with her tongue cheekily squeezed between two rows of grinning teeth, her open palms and finger dragging up between her lover’s trembling thighs. The pigtailed woman furrowed her brows and she rolled her black sclera, yellow orbs, but her nose twitched, and scrunched. She was actively trying to fight it and Blythe frowned with displeasure as she took a fistful of each thigh. “Darling? If you would fall from the heavens over and over for me, would you not also indulge me in my pleasures? Hm?” bringing a hand up to grip her chin again between her index and thumb, pulling her head down to meet her pleading gaze. “I promise to make you feel sensational…just let me hear more of that delectable sound…”
Blythe had never really felt this hot before, sneezing from other people or even herself, never brought this sort of feeling out of her, but watching Freya do it? The way her chest would rise and fall through every stutter and hitch…the simplicity of her lips opening and closing as it prepared its release. Her cheeks reddened at the thought while it haunted her, eyes watching ever so patiently.
“Y-Yes, my love…” Freya responded simply, defeated and unable to get much else out as she allowed herself to fall into the feeling, like one fell back on their bed after a long day’s work. “I-..Hi-..H..H’IhSHiEW! Eh’TnSHiEW!” Down came a cascading spritz of Freya’s open sneezes, it landed across the exposed parts of Blythe’s chest, and a few drops across her lips. She watched in amazement from a downward angle as the love of her life twitched and jolted on top of her. The succubus couldn’t supress a delighted groan, her fingers immediately fishing between the woman’s thighs now to meet her quivering loins.
“Fucking Hells…” the dark haired woman’s hazy eyes rolling back in pleasure, Freya let out a soft, sultry moan as Blythe's fingers continued to explore her most sensitive spots. Swirling circles against her delicate bean. The scent of sage and arousal mingling around them intensified, making it hard for her to think straight. But she didn't want to; she just wanted to enjoy the moment, to feel Blythe's touch, to savor the sensation of their sinful desires.
"You are truly a seductress," Freya whispered, her voice husky with desperate lust and a slight soreness from the afflictions of her releases. Her body rocking instinctively into the demon’s touch. "I've never known such intensity in all my centuries before you…”
Blythe smiled wickedly, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I’m pleased to know I have such an effect..” she pushed her fingers past the woman’s wet, slickened lips, teasing the tips of her digits against her needy hole. “And I think I've found a weakness for the taste of your sneezes…They’re…intoxicating," She leaned up enough to lick Freya's wet mouth, before collapsing back down, shoveling her middle and ring fingers inside her girl. “Now, do continue…” licking her lips as she watched carefully, Freya’s maw falling open at the sudden fullness of her girlfriend’s hand.
Freya trembled with overwhelming desire, her eyes rolling back as her body was consumed by a euphoric high. She whimpered softly, her neck arching slightly as she surrendered to the pleasurable invasion. Her legs quivered as the sensation spread throughout her entire being, her chest heaving with each ragged breath she took.
Blythe's eyes were locked onto the responding reactions of her angelic lover's face, the intensity of her pleasure evident in every twitch and spasm. She was like a predator savouring her prey, ready to pounce at any moment. The sounds of their labored breaths echoed the room while the stick of sage eventually burned out. A thick final cloud of smoke lingering against their constantly moving bodies.
Bly’s fingers glided expertly in and out of Freya, her hips bucking in time with the rhythm, the angel’s ass rubbing up against her own soaking quim, the demon’s legs shaking as she was being consistently edged. Bly’s heart pounding in her chest whilst she held back her teetering orgasm, helping to prolong the moment for both of them.
"More...please..." Blythe pleaded through a pair of clenched teeth, a drop of sweat rolling down her left temple, her jaw flexing from the amount of effort it took to not forcibly grind herself against her lover’s cheeks into completion. While Blythe’s fingers never ceased to pump and twist, her thumb circling and rubbing all in a rhythmatic motion, Freya couldnt deny that there was still one last fit in her.
Through the rolling waves of pleasured bliss, she could still feel that last prickle, the smoke kissing her nostrils, scratching and clawing at the base of her throat. Despite the discomfort, she was desperate to be a good girl for the love of her life, so whether she had to force it or find it, there was no stopping it. “i’HKSHIEW! eSSH’IEW!” Blythe involuntarily let out an exaggerated cackle, ending it in an almost pleasured sound.
“That’s my fucking GIRL…you really do love, me dont you?” she sat up after having allowed another mistral cloud of saliva and spritz decorate her flesh. Once again, the angel straddling the dark haired woman when the succubus gripped her fallen by the back of the neck, pushing their foreheads together yet again. “I’m going to reward you so well for that little dove,” she whispered breathlessly, her fingers pumping faster, curved to hit Freya’s sensitive g-spot amongst her soft, wet walls.
The pink and yellow haired woman rolled her eyes back in her head, her breath hitching as her body trembled under Blythe's ministrations. The angle was perfect, her climax building stronger with each thrust, each pull, each rub. She couldn't help but arch her back, her nails digging into Blythe's thighs, holding herself steady as she rode through the waves of pleasure in sync to the demon’s fingers.
"Oh, my love..." she moaned, her voice hoarse with passion. "I’m..I’m so close.." her hips rocked almost effortlessly, the space between her thighs soaked through as the other pleasured her sensitive quim.
Blythe couldn't help but chuckle, her fingers never faltering in their rhythm. "My favorite sound…look at me when you cum," she commanded of her lover, Freya’s gaze already snapping to meet that of the succubus’ heated one.
As the moments stretched on, the tension inside Freya reached its peak. She could feel the heat building, the intensity of her desire rising. Her eyes squeezed shut, her body trembled, and she ground herself against Blythe's fingers, fingers that were still expertly pumping in and out of her. The pleasure, the undeniable lust, and the connection between them was overwhelming. She could feel herself releasing, feeling the succubus stuffed within her. She opened her eyes, locking gazes with that of intense silver ones, and let out a soft, wanton moan, her orgasm crashing down on her in waves.
The sound that came out of Blythe was almost unrecognizable as she witnessed her lover’s release, walls clenching around her fingers as it sent her in a frenzy. More she was desperate for more. She flipped their positions, emptying Freya who was now shocked and suddenly on her back. “One more…” she huffed with urgency gripping the back of Freya’s lustrous thighs, squeezing her meaty flesh before taking a feral inhale at her lover’s exposed, soaking bits. “Just one more…” before she dove an open mouth against her girlfriend’s swollen clit, sucking gently before rubbing wet circles with her tongue, moaning against the delightful taste of her lover’s juices.
Bly’s hands had a death grip upon the woman’s thighs, keeping them spread apart to her desires, legs pushed up, almost folding her girlfriend completely in half as she consumed her. “B-Blythe…Holy…Holy Heavens..” Freya's voice trailed off into a series of frantic gasps and whimpers as the succubus’ talented tongue continued to explore and tease her sensitive bean. The demon's eyes were wild, filled with a hunger that mirrored her own, and the fallen couldn't help but respond in kind.
"I c-can't take much more of this," Freya breathed, her hips bucking involuntarily as she felt her climax building once again. Her back arched up against the couch, the first layer of skin dampened by her lustfueled sweating. “You haven’t even-..A-Aah~”
Blythe smirked, her eyes never leaving Freya's face, her mouth just barely stopping it’s motions long enough to reply, hot breath teasing the angel’s slickened lips "Oh, darling, don’t worry about me, but I think you can take a lot more," she whispered seductively. "You're mine, Freya. Every last drop of your pleasure is mine to take…and I will have it…I will feast on it,” before completely swallowing her up again, tongue flickering in faster patterns, the angel falling back to her desires, feeding it.
Freya's eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the demon’s mouth continued to please her. She couldn't help but let out a series of soft moans and gasps, her body trembling uncontrollably. The pleasure was building up, and she felt like she was on the edge of a cliff, or the top of a rollercoaster just starting to take its dip. Her breath hitched, and she could feel her orgasm take hold of her.
"Oh, Blythe... I can't... I need to... I need to... Oh gods, I'm gonna..." Freya's words trailed off as her orgasm hit her like a wave, her entire body convulsing with pleasure. She arched her back, thrusting herself against Blythe's face, slickening the woman’s chin and mouth with her bliss while writhing and moaning in delight.
The demon continued to feast on her, sucking and licking every drop of her pleasure, savoring the taste and moment in one. Yet, she was hardly satisfied, hardly full. After the succubus cleans out her girlfriend of every last dripping drop of her delectable sweetness, she lets go of her, she sits up, but then carefully steps above Freya who’s laying on the couch and she smirks devilishly down at her gasping lover.
“My turn,” she inches upward, squatting now, Freya looking up to see her girlfriend’s exposed, slickened pussy as it approaches her face. The angel feels the butterflies of excitement, her own loins pulsating and twitching again, seriously it was like she stuck her finger in a light socket there was so much electricity coursing through her. Carefully, but purposefully, Blythe sits her quim upon Freya’s slowly opening and awaiting mouth.
Yellow eyes widened in anticipation. She'd never done this before, but she trusted Blythe. Slowly, she opened her lips, extending her tongue ready to taste the demon's sopping flesh. The succubus rocked herself onto Freya's mouth, and took hold of each pigtail within her palms. The angel could feel Blythe's hot, wet folds envelop her mouth and chin as she forcibly began to teeter against her, clit pressed tightly up against the fallen’s tongue. She let out a shaky breath. “F-Fuu-ck..” the demon cursed, her head falling astern with a cascading waterfall of hair that went down her back.
Inexperienced, Fry hesitated for a moment, her tongue gently caressing Blythe's entrance. She felt intimidated, but the rush of adrenaline and the intense desire for her lover pushed her forward. With shaking hands, she pressed them at Bly’s asscheeks, gripping them tightly for leverage. The succubus whimpered, the first submissive sound to really leave her lips. “F-Freya…” she whispered with a slight vulnerability that only made the woman fall further for the demon’s charms.
Figuring the angel may be a little out of her element, Blythe tightened her grip upon her lover’s hair and used the pigtails more like a handlebar, forcing the fallen’s tongue to drag and glide against her swelling button. Guiding her. Slowly, but surely, the angel got the hang of her own and enthusiastically, sucked and teased in unison to her demanding woman’s actions. Bly kept pushing her hips into the angel’s mouth, bucking with every thrust, her body writhing against Freya's face. The succubus could feel her orgasm building within, her entire body tensing with pleasure. She moaned loudly into the room, her voice echoing off the walls, drowning out the sound of her own panting.
Freya felt it too, the heat between her lover’s thighs radiating, warming her skin and causing her own sex to throb in response. She ran her tongue over the demon's clit, sucking it gently between her teeth. She could taste the sweet nectar of her love's desire, and it made her crave more. As Blythe felt herself nearing the brink, her rhythm became more erratic, uncalculated as her body was desperate for it’s release. “You’re gon-na make me…A-Ahh~ F-Freya…” The succubus' voice trailed off into a series of unintelligible pleas and moans as her orgasm overtook her, her body trembling, shaking against Freya's face, causing a mix of saliva and her own juices to drench the angel's mug. Blythe's grip tightened around the pigtails, pulling Freya's head deeper into her folds, straining her neck and causing her to gasp in breaths.
The Fallen’s hands, still gripping Blythe's ass, trembled with the force of her lover's climax, and her fingers twitched with the desire to touch herself. The angel's own sex pulsed and throbbed, the dampness between her thighs increasing with each passing second, knowing she was close to her own climax for a third time if she just had a second. Whilst Blythe's hips ground against her face, riding out what was left of her pleasure, The angel quickly reaching down, twisting and rutting her fingers purposefully against her own re-swollen cunt.
“Yeah my love? Can’t get enough, can we?” The Succubus chuckled with a breathless, twitch of her hips again. Without a word, the angel locked eyes back up with her girlfriend still seated upon her face, hips grinding roughly, and desperately into her own hand. “Gods you’re so fucking sexy when I’ve turned you into a mess…”
Blythe's words sent a wave of desire through the rutting angel, and she could feel her third climax building faster with each passing second. The way her girlfriend looked at her with lust and adoration ignited a fire within her that she hadn't felt before, probably how she was so quick to fall apart for her every time. She just knew how to press her buttons. Desperate for more, she began to suck and lick faster, her tongue darting out to tease Blythe's sensitive flesh almost upon instinct, and since it was right there.
Blythe let out a deep, surprised gasp, her hips bucking uncontrollably. "Oh, Freya, that’s it, my dove... feed your desires.." The succubus' hands tightened around the fallen's hair, pulling her face deeper into her sopping pussy. Blythe felt her second climax following close beside the other woman’s third, the angel letting out a crass moan of her own, her fingers still flying against her clit, rubbing and pinching with a fervor that matched her lover. In a unisoned moment the two women found ecstasy at the same space in time, both their bodies rocking simultaneously, eyes rolled back and every nerve ending electrified through their intense orgasms.
When the waves of pleasure finally subsided and their bodies became limp, Bly climbing off her lover and the two of them squeezing lazily into the couch together, Freya resting more on top of the succubus than the couch itself. They lay there, gasping for air, still linked together in a bond that could never be broken. The succubus leaned down, her lips finding Freya's, as their silence enveloped them. The Fallen could feel her heart swell, the love she bore for her girlfriend overwhelming her in that moment as the other’s thumb brushed against the top of her soft hand.
"I love you so much, Blythe," she whispered, her voice shaky as only the sounds of their labored breaths echoed the space instead of their pleasured mewls.
The succubus pulled away, smiling softly. "And I you, darling, not even God himself could keep me from you…truly..you make my life worth anything,” The two snuggled closer, practically crawling into each other’s skin. As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, they knew of all the uncertainties that surrounded them, but they were excited for this new chapter, home, family. Love. Real, unfiltered, unadulterated, no rules, love. The Fallen thought the love of God was unmatched but, this woman she had been assigned to so long ago, captivated her, and loved even the most broken, flawed parts of her. This was true unconditional love. How could it ever be wrong? “And God himself, will not be able to save you from all the ways I’m going to forcibly induce those lovely sounds from you throughout the years, cause, WOWZA,” Blythe began to jokingly tickle and tease her girlfriend that giggled and squirmed in response.
“Hey! Not fair!” They both fell into a fit of laughter, teasing one another as they pushed on the other while enjoying the presence of love, in a home that they conjured up all on their own. Yeah, they could definitely get used to this.
The End
Author’s Notes: AHHH IM SO GAAAY I couldn’t stop, literally it just kept going. They’re so fucking hot 🥵🫠🫠🫠 FJSJALW this is my new favorite I’ve written. Idc idc.
Can we see Indigeaux Fletcher or Blythe Nevrin snz please?
Hey there Nonny! Thanks for your request~
(I realize this is another time I probably should wait until a more reasonable hour instead of posting this at 2:30 am, but oh well ⋆⭒˚｡⋆)
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Hair Color: Blonde that fades into a peach-salmon ombré down her pig tails.
Weight: 130 lbs
Height: 5’5
Race: Angel (Fallen)
Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: has long elf ears with pale yellow plugs. Spiraled ombré horns, that match her prehensile tail and two sets of wings. Bridge piercing, Angel bites (two piercings on her top lip), a center vertical labret on her bottom lip, and her tongue pierced. Inside of her mouth and tongue are permanently blue. Symbols tattooed on her forehead and collarbones.
Personality —
Greatest Strength: Her skills accumulated through the years of vigorous training she went through before becoming a Guardian Angel. She’s a very skilled hunter, and her stealth can be extremely helpful.
Greatest Weakness: her love for Blythe caused her to knowingly give up her life as a Revered, High Ranking Guardian Angel that she had worked so hard to achieve.
Soft Spot: Blythe, obviously.
Mannerisms: spunky, weapons expert (not guns, but bows/crossbows/knives/etc) LOVES hunting (maybe a little too much..) has a prized crossbow she named Beatrice that she can often be caught talking to.
Miscellaneous Trivia —
Has an unsettlingly large collection of weapons that she keeps in pristine condition. She can identify and give a detailed history of each one, and can get a little overzealous with her enthusiasm if someone shows an interest in them.
Gets painful shock like sensations whenever she mentions anything holy or of god, but because she spent almost 3000 years as an Angel and it’s ingrained into her head— she can’t stop.
Before God found out about her Breach of Contact and subsequent romance with the human she’d been assigned as a Guardian Angel, Freya’s scleras were bright white, she lacked her spiral horns and her prehensile tail. She also had 4 separate sets of huge, gorgeous wings, which showed other celestial beings her high rank as a Guardian. Once she had been discovered, her human was sentenced to death for her knowledge of celestial beings, and she was deemed a traitor and sentenced to a punishment that the younger angels unaffectionately called, “Shark Fin Soup’ing” which meant that she would have her bottom two sets of wings forcibly excised, which as you can imagine is incredibly painful and usually resulted in death by either simply blood loss or the shock they typically went into, and their mangled body would be cast down to earth to eventually perish. Without their bottom sets of wings, no Angel ever hoped to be able to fly high enough to return to heaven again, and were exiled to hell once their eventually came. Blythe took matters into her own hands, narrowly missing the Devine retribution sent to kill her by retreating down to hell, where she sold her soul to Lucifer in exchange for safety for the two women. Because of the brutal torture she endured before her fall which eventually led to the removal of 2 sets of her wings, Freya is very sensitive about anyone touching them or being too close behind her. Even people who stare at them for too long will, at the very least, earn a glare from her. The top two sets of her wings, which she still has, can be full sized, or minimized until they’re extremely small, but they never fully disappear.
Sneeze Content —
ALLERGIES
Her own feathers from her wings
Pollen
Strongly scented perfume/soaps
Spices
How severe are they?
Can get the most severe in the spring time due to her seasonal allergies, but she tries to ignore them the best she can.
Do they get sick often?
For someone who wasn’t born on earth, Freya gets sick surprisingly often.
How bad is it usually?
While she does tend to get severely ill, she’s definitely prone to milk the attention she gets from Blythe and tends to exaggerate her symptoms at least a little bit.
Do they stifle?
She gets extremely flustered over her fits in public, so sometimes she will stifle to go unnoticed, but typically her sneezes are too powerful to stifle.
How loud are their sneezes?
Average volume. They tend to be hyper feminine and high pitched, which can make them seem louder.
What do they sneeze into?
Her hands/wrists, or a sweater sleeve.
How often do they sneeze?
A few sneezes a day are typical for her, with more on days when the pollen count is high.
How many times do they sneeze in a fit?
Only once or twice, although not often, sometimes three.
Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?
Sudden and often take her off guard.
Do they sneeze in public?
If possible she’ll try to avoid it, and she’s pretty good at holding them back and can usually fight off an impending sneeze for an impressively long time.
Some examples of their sneezes?
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H’ihhSHHhhiew!!
i’hKSHIEW!
ehh’tshiew!!
eh'tnshiew!
Backstory —
Freya Lorelai was born into an esteemed noble family of angels in the celestial realm of Elysia. From the moment she took her first breath, her fate was decided—she was to become a Guardian Angel, a protector of mortal souls, guiding them through their fleeting human lives. She devoted herself to rigorous training, enduring the harshest trials to ensure she could uphold her sacred duty. With each completed assignment, she would return to Elysia, awaiting her next charge, an endless cycle of guardianship.
Through the centuries, Freya carried out her duties with unwavering loyalty. Her four magnificent sets of wings symbolized her high rank, a testament to her skill and discipline. Her bright white sclera and celestial purity set her apart, marking her as one of Elysia’s elite. But fate had other plans.
For thousands of years, Freya remained steadfast, never questioning the divine order—until she met Blythe, the human who would change everything. Unlike those before her, Blythe fascinated Freya in a way she could not understand.
Most humans were fragile, fleeting things, their lives passing in the blink of an eye compared to the eternity Freya had known. They were meant to be protected, guided, and eventually let go—never cherished, never held onto. And yet, Blythe was different.
She was kind but not naïve, soft but unyielding, mortal but defiant against the limits placed upon her. She did not cower before fate or accept the world as it was handed to her. She questioned. She fought. She sought truth in places others dared not look. Freya was drawn to that fire, to the quiet strength beneath Blythe’s human frailty.
What began as duty became something more—a fascination, an attachment, a slow-burning longing that defied everything Freya had ever known.
Freya told herself it was simply curiosity at first. After all, it was natural for angels to admire their charges. Guardians formed bonds, even in their detachment. But admiration should not have led to lingering glances, to stolen moments where she lingered just a little too long in Blythe’s presence. It should not have led to the unbearable ache in her chest when she realized Blythe would one day die, leaving Freya to return to heaven alone.
She tried to distance herself, but it was useless. Even when unseen, she was always there, watching from the veil between worlds, drawn to the sound of her laughter, the determination in her voice, the way her gaze held no fear when looking up at the stars, wondering if something—someone—was watching back.
Freya had spent thousands of years among humans, yet she had never felt this. Not like this.
Love, in its purest form, was not meant for angels. It was an emotion reserved for the mortals she watched over, something she was meant to admire from afar but never experience. And yet, she did. Against all reason, she fell in love.
She should have left. She should have abandoned her post, begged the heavens for reassignment before her feelings led her to ruin. But Freya was not the angel she once was.
She could not bring herself to turn away. She was a warrior, not a coward. And for the first time in her eternal existence, she wanted something for herself.
Blinded by trust, Freya did the unthinkable—she revealed her true form to Blythe.
It was the first time her human had ever laid eyes on the real her—not the invisible presence, not the whispers in the wind or the subtle nudges of fate. But the truth.
Her wings, all four sets unfurled in radiant splendor. Her golden halo, gleaming in the dim light. The divine energy that pulsed through her veins, the weight of eternity in her gaze.
And Blythe did not recoil.
She did not fall to her knees in fear, did not tremble at the sight of something no human was ever meant to witness. Instead, she reached out—hesitant at first, but unafraid.
Her fingers brushed against feathers that had never been touched by a mortal hand, and Freya knew she was lost.
In that moment, she ceased to be only an angel. She became something more and something far less all at once.
It was an act of defiance, an undeniable betrayal of heaven’s sacred law.
And it could not go unanswered.
The moment Freya revealed herself to Blythe, the skies darkened, and the heavens trembled. A deafening, celestial crack split the air, as if the very fabric of existence had been torn apart by her betrayal. A blinding light descended upon the Earth, and before Freya could even think to run, she felt it—the pull of divine judgment.
Invisible chains wrapped around her limbs, yanking her violently upward, their touch searing her very essence. The weight of divine authority crushed her, making it impossible to resist. The last thing she saw before being ripped from the mortal plane was Blythe—her wide, terrified eyes, her desperate reach—before Freya was dragged back to Elysia, her screams lost in the storm of judgment.
She hit the marble floors of the High Tribunal with a force that rattled her very bones. Golden shackles bound her wrists, glowing with celestial energy that burned at her skin like fire. Surrounding her were the Thrones, the highest choir of angels, their many eyes locked onto her with neither mercy nor regret. They did not speak at first—only watched, their gazes stripping her bare, peeling apart the fibers of her existence to weigh her sins.
When the voice of God’s Judgment finally rang out, it was cold and final. "You have betrayed your purpose. You have broken divine law. You are no longer of Elysia."
She was stripped of her title, her rank, her very place in the cosmos. The golden insignia that once marked her as a Guardian was ripped from her being, leaving an emptiness so vast she could feel it echo in her soul. But worse than the loss of title was what came next.
The younger angels whispered in hushed voices of a fate worse than death—a punishment so cruel, so absolute, that none who endured it had ever returned.
“Shark Fin Soup’ing.”
For an angel, their wings were everything—a piece of their soul, an extension of their very existence. To lose them was to be cut off from divinity forever, to be stripped of one’s celestial birthright. And the process? Agonizing.
Freya was forced onto her knees, her wings spread wide, held down by golden restraints. The once-reverent hands of her fellow angels now gripped her roughly, positioning her for her mutilation.
She struggled. Fought. Screamed. Begged.
But the sentence had been passed.
The first cut was blinding agony. A sharp, celestial blade sheared through the base of her lower wings, severing the connection between flesh and soul. Fire flooded her veins, pain unlike anything she had ever known. Blood, bright and shimmering with divine energy, splattered onto the pristine marble, staining it in a way that could never be washed away.
The second cut came before she could even catch her breath.
Her vision went white. Her body convulsed. Her breath came in ragged, broken gasps. The pain was so unbearable that many before her had died right then and there—either from shock or from the sheer magnitude of loss.
She did not die.
But as she lay there, bleeding, trembling, her once-glorious wings mangled and incomplete, she wondered if death would have been kinder.
And then she felt it. The final step of her punishment.
The pull of gravity, dragging her down.
She should have fallen straight to Earth—cast from Elysia, plummeting through the mortal plane to die as a broken thing, unworthy of heaven, unclaimed by hell.
But she never got the chance.
Somewhere, far below, Blythe was watching. Waiting. And acting.
She had always been the reckless one—the defiant one. And in the face of Freya’s impending demise, she did the only thing she could.
She made a deal with Lucifer himself.
In exchange for her soul, Blythe bought Freya’s escape. The heavens would not take her. The pit would not claim her. She would be free—but at a terrible cost.
Freya felt the shift before she understood what had happened. The divine pull that was supposed to drag her into oblivion suddenly released her. She was no longer being cast down to die—but thrown out to survive. Her fall was not gentle. She tumbled from the celestial plane like a shooting star, her broken body tearing through the skies. The wind ripped at her, the pain in her back like a wildfire spreading through her limbs. She saw the Earth rushing up to meet her, but she did not care—because something far worse had just happened.
She could feel it.
Through their bond, through the fraying thread of their connection—Blythe was gone.
She had fallen, too—but not to Earth.
She had fallen to Hell.
Falling from Elysia was not a simple descent—it was a metamorphosis.
As Freya plummeted, the remnants of heaven ripped away from her, leaving something new, something different, something twisted in its place.
Her white sclera darkened to black, no longer reflecting the light of divinity. Her once-radiant golden halo warped and twisted, reshaping itself into a glowing pink barbed-wire crown, no longer a symbol of grace, but of rebellion.
Pain surged through her skull as her body continued to mutate—spiraled horns emerged, curling from her head, shifting in a gradient from white to orange to pink. A prehensile, imp-like tail snapped into existence, curling behind her like a final mark of her severance from the heavens.
Her wings—the last remnants of her angelic nature—remained, but they too had changed. Their tips were no longer pure. The top set had darkened to orange, the bottom set to pink, reflecting the fire that now burned in her soul.
By the time her body collided with the Earth, the transformation was complete.
She was no longer Freya, the Guardian Angel.
She was Freya, the Fallen.
Freya did not stay down for long. She woke in a world that was no longer hers—a place where she was neither welcome in heaven nor truly damned to hell. A fugitive. A rogue celestial. A walking violation of both realms.
But she did not care.
She had one goal. One purpose.
Find Blythe.
It was not easy. Hell had claimed her. Lucifer had taken what he was owed. But Freya was relentless—she would not lose her again.
When she finally found her, Blythe was changed—no longer human, but something dark, seductive, dangerous. A succubus, bound by the deal she had made.
But she was alive.
And that was all that mattered.
Together, they ran.
Freya no longer had a place in the celestial order.
Hair Color: Dark purple with lighter purple ombré tips
Weight: 125
Height: 5’6
Race: Succubus Demon
Distinguishing Marks or Characteristics: Large black circular horns and a pair of small straight horns protruding from forehead, Dimple piercings, labret, septum and right hand eyebrow piercing, Freya with wings tattooed on her collarbone
Personality —
Greatest Strength: Her charismatic charm she can get /almost/ anyone to tell her anything and do anything
Greatest Weakness: Horribly Clumsy susceptible to injury and illness
Soft Spot: Freya, Zeroh, Amara
Mannerisms/Traits: Comes off very strong, cocky, know it all and seductive but also incredibly forward, vindictive and manipulative and catty. She does have a softer side to her that is often saved for very few.
Miscellaneous Trivia —
Blythe tries to often be a better person than she is but by nature her response is to be selfish or animalistic she is a slave to her urges
While living in the woods building their home, Blythe learned magic and potions, how to use her new abilities given to her from Father Lucifer and it helped them survive
Zeroh trained Blythe how to manipulate the veil as Satan instructed him to. This was in order to insure she could spy when necessary undetected. Having spent about a year of time together, she learned to really respect him, and sometimes tries to get him to soften up on Zilya, her neighbor and friend. They have a mutual respect for each other as coworkers and Blythe views him as a mentor and first real male figure that doesn’t manipulate her. Often visiting him when she can and catching up on stories.
Blythe meets Zilya when she and Freya find a spot in the woods they like to start building their forever home. At first the vampire was furious but melted under Blythe’s charm and they became fast friends who often exchange potions, ingredients, gossip and gab when they get the chance
Sneeze Content —
ALLERGIES
Dust
Moss
How severe are they?
She gets pretty stuffy and then have a few fits if continuously exposed
Do they get sick often?
Not too often but she also has quick remedies
How bad is it usually?
She can be a very sicky mess if she doesn’t remedy it with a potion quickly
Do they stifle?
Yes if she’s around others she will try to stifle them
How loud are their sneezes?
Not incredibly loud, medium but expressive
What do they sneeze into?
Palms or down her dress
How often do they sneeze?
Whenever presented by a trigger
How many times do they sneeze in a fit?
2 times at most 3
Do they have build-ups or are they sudden?
Sudden
Do they sneeze in public?
Nope, they’ve got a natural cover; The Veil
Some examples of their sneezes?
Backstory —
Blythe was born to Rochelle and Danny Neverin, two meth addicts that procreated purely by a drugged up accident. Children can be a blessing, in many ways. The second they could they were selling photos, videos of Blythe through various stages of her growth, selling off their daughter’s innocent body to monsters online. Eventually as their addictions escalated, so did their need to make money and thus they began selling Blythe out. Prostituting her from the ages of 13-17. They earned 5k per client and often kept her out for 10+ clients everyday. Though their lifestyle went front trailer parks to gated neighborhoods, the abuse never stopped and Blythe was never treated like a person let alone daughter. Through out her entire life, Blythe felt as though something or someone was watching her. God ? She thought. Often escaping death through insane unexplainable coincidences. Failed suicide after failed suicide and yet never truly feeling alone. It was when she turned 18 that her suspicions were confirmed and an angel by the name of Freya, exposed her existence to her. The angel spoke of an innate need to protect her, a confession of love, sincerity. Blythe felt like she already knew her, the angel’s presence comforting alone. Immediately Blythe knew she wanted to run away with this being and they did but found it very difficult to escape the wrath of God himself. Without much thought, Blythe had heard rumors of an old well and a well dressed man. Upon inquiring the old well, she met a hand of Satan who led her to meet him face to face due to her special circumstances. In order to protect them from the eyes of God, Satan offered her and Freya two necklaces powerful to shield them , but Blythe would have to sacrifice her humanity over to him and in exchange she would become the very thing that tormented her. Sin Incarnate. Turned into an insatiable Succubus she was now forced to be Lucifer’s very own eyes on earth. Yet, she finds herself compromised when tasked with the mission of reporting back about Alistar, Satan’s most rebellious son. While she reports what she is allotted, she can not report it all. Her and Alistar at a stand still. He won’t get them exposed to God, She won’t expose him to Satan. They work in balance but secretly despise each other.
Blythe loves potions, magic, and has the fet. She’s allergic to moss, rats, dust, and rosemary. She has a medium type immune system neither good or bad
