#cruby

Topside, Christmas was a time for parties and celebrations and smiles and joy. Not much is different in that sense down in the very not snowy depths of Hell, however, Hell civilians celebrate Christmas a little differently. For the future King and Queen, celebrating is at the top of their todo list.

Already the day had gone so wonderfully, a visit topside to steal a soul spending Christmas alone. They’d spent a few hours in a rented apartment, luring the drunken man there for what they’d described as a night of sexual freedom but of course had been anything but. The images played over and over in Ruby’s mind – Crowley slashing away with practiced ease. With every shallow cut on their victim’s body Ruby felt herself grow hotter and needier. Oh he was just so handsome covered in some ape’s blood.

“We’ll have to buy you a new suit, darling,” she’d joked, lying down on the bed as he cut a particularly deep slash into the human’s side. Ah the screams of humanity had her hot and bothered in moments. “Consider it your second Christmas present.” Her eyes twinkled as she stood again, unzipping the cocktail dress she’d considered perfect for the occasion. Red like blood, dark like her lack of a soul. It was his favorite dress on her and she knew.

“Second?” She watched his smile grow crooked as he tore his gaze away from his victim look over her curves. “And what’s my first?” Ruby just smiled, the dress dropping to the floor as she beckoned him forward with a single finger. He went to drop the knife but she shook her head. “Darling. What could Christmas time possibly be without a little foreplay?” She giggled as his eyes began to dance with delight because the moment he grabbed the knife again something shimmered into view causing their victim to gasp in awe.

Wings.

“Ruby…” But his words trailed away as she grasped for him, fluttering her ashen wings to the time of her heart. Naked except for shimmering heels, she grabbed for him and threw him down with not nearly any of her force to the bed. It didn’t take words for him to snap his clothes away or for her to straddle those so familiar hips. He reached out but she pinned his arms above his head, eyes deeply darkened by lust and desire.

“Who do you belong to Crowley?” Her voice was low, husky, and she wouldn’t allow him access to his favorite body part until he answered correctly. He stammered, clawing at her for a moment but they both knew the answer. “Yours,” he whispered but she shook her head and reached with one hand for the knife now settled on the bed. She’d learned all her tricks from the master of torture (or so she considered him), so slowly she cut a slit into his skin. He didn’t scream, just smiled darkly at her.

“I can’t hear you Crowley. Who do you belong to?” She purred into him, tracing the knife against his skin across his abdomen. She leaned down, lapping at the blood as it appeared. “Yours,” his voice was louder, but not loud enough. She grinded into him and cut deeper as her wings flared, teasing him by wrapping around them both slightly. “That tone of voice is not how you get what you want,” she smirked, her voice sickly sweet, dripping with enjoyment.

“Yours.” He growled out, loud enough this time, and her eyes danced with delight, but the knife remained pressed deep into his side. “Yes darling!” Her eyes began to glow as she let go of his hands, watching as they eagerly ruffled through her wings. That’s when she began to moan, unable to control herself as she sat up and pressed her hips roughly down into him. He was already hard, cock begging for attention, but he knew better than to ask for something of her.

She lowered herself, grinding her body down into him with power and grace, still teasing his cock with her clit as she rubbed herself up and down against him. His eyes said it all. She worked her hands into his shoulders for a moment before slipping one down, rubbing her fingers against her palm to form an oil lubrication that she began to rub up and down his length. His gargled moans of pleasure stopped his hands for a moment, but that stopped hers. “Crowley.” Her voice demanded attention and he knew to give it. “Yes ma’am.” His hands pressed into the joints of her wings and her eyes fluttered shut for a moment. The moment her hand began well practiced movements her eyes opened to a bright glowing white.

She could feel him shaking with need.

Moments later she pulled her hand away, lifting herself up and not giving him time to think as she impaled herself on his cock. Moan after moan ricocheted through the air, filling the room with sounds no human could survive. In fact the only human in the room screamed and burned as her body thrashed, presumably falling to Hell after the night he just had. But Ruby didn’t care. Her eyes locked on Crowley’s and she pulsed herself against him, thrusting him inside with more power with every passing moment. His hands worked harder into her wings, still gentle enough not to rip or tear, and her orgasm came much quicker than she wanted, and shortly followed his.

But this wasn’t the end of their fuck because it seemed Crowley’s cock had other ideas.

She felt the knot within her and it excited her to no end must like every time before. “Oh darling you do love me,” she giggled out, allowing her body to fall down on his just enough to still roll her hips roughly down into his erection. She began to bite, not nip, at his throat, shoulders, collarbone. She drew blood with her teeth, sucking on the sweet liquid as it escaped him. Her moans turned to growls and her wings flapped to create a current around them. His hands had fallen from her wings to make purchase on her body, clawing at her with intent. They fucked like mad.

And when it was over and finally Crowley was able to pull himself from out of her, Ruby crawled off of him and rested in his arms, wings cocooning around their bodies. Ruby’s eyes shifted back to green, flashing with delight at what had just occurred. He wrapped his arms around her and she smiled, resting her head on his shoulder, smirking as she smelt the blood dried on his shoulder.