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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.
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?
iit’shHIEW!
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.
Disclaimer: @aller-geez Owns the beautiful Freya 💖
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.
⛥ Bonus point! ⨾
The feathers from her own wings set off her allergies and are always a sure fire way to draw out fits if used to induce. ૮ • ﻌ - ა
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