30 Ways to Make an Angel Fall from Grace - Day 3: Masturbation
Angels are the purest creatures of the universe. They radiate untold power, crafted by the hand of God himself. Ophiel is, perhaps, one of the purest angels of creation. And she hates it. How long will it take for two demons to help her fall from grace?
A collection of 30 smutty stories all set with the same universe and characters. Originally written and posted in 2016, this is the second draft of that original collection, which has since been taken down. Each chapter is rewritten and edited to expand on the original ideas and concepts of this collection.
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Word Count: 3098 Warnings: Purity culture/shame (if you squint) Rating: M Summary: Rhareth apologizes to Ophiel and Iarilan the best way he knows how. Read on AO3 #Tainted Wings
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A soft moan parted Ophiel’s lips, and Iarilan pressed her own against the angel’s, a soft smile gracing the demon’s lips. Ophiel wrapped her arms around Iarilan, pulling her closer.
Iarilan hummed against Ophiel, her clawed fingers stroking Ophiel’s hips with the pads of her fingers. Iarilan’s painted blue lips moved slowly and sensually across Ophiel’s. She gently swiped her tongue across the bottom of Ophiel’s lip, not seeking entrance, but to caress her.
Ophiel shifted in Rhareth’s lap. She currently sat with his arms wrapped around her middle as he pressed ardent kisses against the nap of her neck. His bare chest brushed the back of her graying wings. In contrast, Iarilan sat perched like a mischievous cat in front of her.
Shifting in Rhareth’s lap, a small whine built up inside Ophiel’s chest. She didn’t want to leave Rhareth’s lap or his sensual kisses, but she needed more of Iarilan’s soft lips and softer touches against her pale skin.
Iarilan pulled back slightly, her pink eyes flashing. Ophiel pouted.
Iarilan’s soft smile curved into a pointed grin, and her fangs glittered in the dim light. She cocked a finger at Ophiel, tempting her with a come hither.
Ophiel’s wings twitched. She leaned forwards, slipping from Rhareth’s lap, and captured Iarilan’s blue lips with her own pink ones. Ophiel melted like ice beneath Iarilan’s warm kiss.
Perhaps Ophiel was being tempted. Had been tempted. Was tempted. Was currently tempted. In that moment, between the two, Ophiel could not bring herself to particularly care whatever the case was. Between the two of them, her usual fears and uncertainties fled into dark corners where she could no longer see them.
As Ophiel slipped further from Rhareth’s lap, the firm hands holding her waist tightened. Rhareth’s fingers splayed across her ribs and navel, and he pulled the small angel back into his lap, breaking her and Iarilan’s kiss.
“Where are you going, princess?” Rhareth asked, his chest rumbling with a purr. He pulled Ophiel back so her wings pressed flush against his chest.
Iarilan leaned back, away from Ophiel’s yearning grasp. She uncrossed her legs and stretched them out on either side of Rhareth and Ophiel with a dark smirk.
Ophiel gulped at the sight, her cheeks flushing with a rosy blush. Iarilan’s legs. So smooth and strong. Even with them relaxed as they were, Ophiel could still see the thick muscle which lay beneath her beautiful sepia skin. She yearned to run her hands across Iarilan’s thighs, to touch her and see her eyelashes flutter.
“Rhaaareth,” Ophiel whined, dragging out the a of his name. She straightened her spine and tilted her head back to pin him with a small glare. He was the one stopping her, after all.
A wide grin met her gaze.
Ophiel huffed, blowing a stray curl out of her face. “You’re no fun. And not fair.”
Rhareth and Iarilan cackled at that. Ophiel’s flush deepened, but her pout never fell.
“Princess. I’m the last person in Hell that’s no fun,” Rhareth said, snickers bleeding between each spoken word. He dropped his hand from Ophiel’s waist to her milky thigh. His long fingers stroked upwards. Rhareth pulled a small gasp from Ophiel as his fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her panties to stroke her hip-dip.
His reverent touch addled Ophiel’s mind. Still, she choked out, “well… still! You’re being—you’re being unfair!”
Rhareth shook his head and peered over Ophiel’s curls at Iarilan.
Her black tail, tipped with a heart-shaped ice-blue spike, flicked back and forth in amusement, similar to that of a cat’s. Iarilan held Rhareth’s gaze for merely a moment before shooting another grin at Ophiel. She shifted, tucking her knees back beneath her body in a singular, smooth movement.
Ophiel’s pout deepened as Iarilan’s beautiful legs disappeared beneath her. She reached out to her, but Rhareth captured Ophiel’s wrists with ease in one hand, bringing them down into her lap.
“Oh, don’t listen to him,” Iarilan said to Ophiel. She crawled forward, her tail still flickering back and forth. Her ears twitched in anticipation and her fanged grin remained in place. “He’s just being a jerk,” Iarilan whispered to the angel, leaning forward to brush her lips against Ophiel’s ear.
“I can still hear you, you know,” Rhareth said, a whine behind his words.
Ophiel giggled at that. She reached out to Iarilan, wrapping her arms around the succubus’ neck. Iarilan’s skin was cool to the touch, but as smooth and strong as stone. Ophiel could not stop herself from caressing Iarilan’s bare back, her fingers tracing the powerful dips and curves of her muscular back.
With one fluid motion, Iarilan had her arms wrapped tight around Ophiel. She pulled her from Rhareth’s lap and leaned back, claiming the little angel for her own. Her flickering tail wrapped around one of Ophiel’s ankles, tightening and leashing the angel to herself.
“Hey!” Rhareth protested. “Princess! Come back!”
Ophiel laughed shook her head, her curls bouncing around her rosy cheeks. She shot him a devious look as she wrapped her wings around Iarilan, holding her close.
Finally, Ophiel thought to herself. She had Iarilan. She was hers.
Iarilan met Rhareth’s wanton look over Ophiel’s shoulder. Her devious eyes sparked, and she pinched her expression into a smug look, flashing her fangs in the process. She held Rhareth’s gaze as she tilted Ophiel’s head to the side and claimed the angel’s lips in an aggressive, demanding kiss. Ophiel moaned, opening her mouth to allow Iarilan to claim and dominate her mouth.
Rhareth’s cheeks reddened as he stared at the two. Iarilan’s tail wrapped higher around Ophiel’s leg, the heart-shaped spade of her tail now resting on the angel’s milky thigh. Her claws tangled in Ophiel’s hair as she somehow managed to deepen the kiss, pulling an absolutely dirty sound from Ophiel; a moan so needy and desperate it instantly hardened Rhareth.
Iarilan continued to hold his stare, unblinking, all the while.
Rhareth pressed his hands between his thighs, right over his groin.
Ophiel broke her kiss with Iarilan and peered over her shoulder, between the feathery curve of her soft wings. “Rhareth, you’re so far away. Come baaaaack!” She drew out the a again.
Rhareth shuddered at her pleas; his tanned skin prickling in response as his own wings twitched.
But that continued, predatory stare from Iarilan kept him at bay. She placed two fingers beneath Ophiel’s chin and tilted her head back towards herself, forcing the angel to meet her gaze.
“He was being mean to us, Ophiel. Are you sure you want him to come back over here and take you away from me?” Iarilan cooed, her voice as cool and smooth as ice.
Ophiel frowned at that and tilted her head to the side, contemplating Iarilan’s words. At the sight of a slight wink from Iarilan, a new mischievous grin worked its way to her lips.
“Ophiel?” Rhareth asked slowly. He wrapped his hand around his cock, unable to help himself from pumping it slowly.
Ophiel shook her head and snuggled closer to Iarilan.
Iarilan’s laughter was like bells as Ophiel hid her face between Iarilan’s breasts, which were pushed together by a lacy black bra.
Rhareth eyed them cautiously. His tail thumped against the bed as he waited impatiently. They were planning something. He knew it.
Ophiel could not hide her excitement. Not from him. Definitely not from Iarilan. And not even from herself. Her feathers puffed in anticipation.
“Maybe if you apologized for being so mean, we would be more apt to allow you to return,” Iarilan purred.
Rhareth met her challenge with gusto. He could not keep the smirk off his face or out of his voice. “Oh? An apology? Is that all it takes?”
Ophiel peeked out from Iarilan’s chest. “It has to be meaningful,” she said, continuing the game that had started around her. Curiosity had nipped her, more so than any worry. Between Rhareth and Iarilan, nothing could creep up on her. Nothing could harm her. Here, between the two of the, wrapped up in their warmth in their private and quiet place inside Rhareth’s bedroom, they all hid from everyone that could do the three of them harm.
Rhareth nodded sagely at her interjection. “Of course it has to be. But I think I can do better than a measly apology.”
Ophiel cocked her head to the side. She shifted in Iarilan’s lap, leaning her back against one of Iarilan’s muscled arms, her legs draped across Iarilan’s thick thighs. Finally, Ophiel thought as she ran her fingers unashamedly up and down the smooth expanse of Iarilan’s skin.
“What do you mean?” Ophiel finally asked after a lengthy pause, forcing her eyes away from Iarilan.
A sly smile crossed Rhareth’s full lips. He leaned back on his forearms, spreading his bare legs out across the bed. Although relaxed, Ophiel could still recognize the hard, taunt muscle beneath his smooth skin.
And no one could ignore his hardened cock, which stood at full attention, a bead of pearly precome on the pretty tip of his head.
Despite seeing him like this before, Ophiel still flushed.
“How about I show you,” Rhareth purred. It was not a question, but a promise. He placed his hand against his neck and slowly slid the back of his hand down the length of his body, his claws paused at his perked nipples, and he dragged the tip around the circumference. His wings shuddered under his own touch and a deep moan peeled its way between his lips. He pinched his other nipple at the same time, and his own ministrations caused Rhareth to arch into his own touch, his eyelashes fluttering as his gaze darkened.
Ophiel followed the movement with her eyes, her mouth parted slightly and her brows drawn together. What is he doing? she thought.
Iarilan chuckled soundlessly. She played with one of Ophiel’s curls mindlessly, twirling it around her claws as she watched Rhareth as well. A smirk played on her painted lips, her eyes sparking deviously.
Rhareth’s fingers fell to the buttons of his tight leather pants. He popped the single button out of its home.
“O—Oh!” Ophiel squeaked. Her flush crept down her neck, but she could not rip her eyes away from him. Curiosity still had her in its clutches. With Iarilan’s minty breath cooling her neck, and her arms around her, Ophiel relaxed rather than tensed.
Rhareth’s eyes slid from Ophiel’s to Iarilan’s as he unzipped the zipper. He ghosted his palm across his hidden cock before freeing it from his thong’s clutches. He was not fully hard yet, but the two ladies recognized the twitching vein along its shaft.
Ophiel stared at him, and without realizing it, one of her wings rose, blocking the sight of the incubus before them. the other wrapped around Iarilan tighter.
Iarilan pressed her lips to the top of Ophiel’s head. She pressed a hand against the curve of Ophiel’s wing, pushing it back down. Although the downy feathers felt like silk against her palm, Iarilan recognized the surprising strength and power those wings held.
“No need for that,” Iarilan said, her voice caressing Ophiel’s curls. “He wants to apologize for being such a jerk.” Iarilan’s pink eyes twinkled with mirth.
Ophiel allowed her wing to be pushed down. She didn’t glance up at Iarilan, but relaxed against Iarilan once more. Her touches soothed Ophiel’s thoughts before they could form, reminding the angel where she was and who she was with. With a steadying breath, Ophiel sunk back into the sight and heat which swirled around her, allowing both to caress her, inside and out.
Rhareth’s heated and hooded gaze flickered between Ophiel and Iarilan. He barely blinked as he ran his fingers up the length of his cock, willing it to rise.
Ophiel stared owlishly, her jaw still slack, as Rhareth trailed his fingers down to his testicles before dragging his index finger back up the length of himself, tracing along a protruding vein. He circled his claws around his foreskin as he fully hardened. A small groan rumbled in Rhareth’s chest.
Ophiel pressed a hand over their mouth and clamped their thighs together. Iarilan purred softly at the sight of both Ophiel and Rhareth, but said nothing. She merely held Ophiel closer, her eyes trained on Rhareth’s ministrations.
Rhareth thumbed his head, teasing the slit of his cock with the pad of his thumb. His hips twitched, and his tail wrapped around one of his thighs. The black spike tipping his tail still twitched, tapping against his ankle as Rhareth gathered his cock into the palm of his hand, pumping himself slowly. Drool pooled on Rhareth’s forked tongue.
Ophiel couldn’t tear her gaze away from the sight of Rhareth breaking apart under his own hand. Although she sat clothed on Iarilan’s lap, Ophiel was sure her flush rivaled Rhareth’s. Her skin prickled with bumps despite the warmth which surrounded her.
In her long life, she had seen many glorious sights. Of the rolling cloud bank over a rising sun. The way sunlight splintered the jeweled sky at night, leaving long tears of orange and yellow within the deepening indigo. Of thousands of stars, thousands of angels surrounding her, radiating with a stern, monolithic power that couldn’t be contained.
Of those that had passed floating into God’s arms, home at last. joyous morning birdsong. The wet eyes of a babe. Smiles of jubilation and adoration.
And yet, none of those sights compared to the one before her as she sat perched in the lap of a succubus, surrounded by dusty darkness and smoldering candlelight, peering at an incubus spilling himself for her eyes.
Rhareth continued to pump himself at a steady pace. He rubbed two of his fingers against his split again, peeling another moan from himself. His shoulders shook as a few drops of sweat trickled down his temple. His wet tongue darted out to catch one of the salty droplets.
His eyes bore into Ophiel’s as he let go of himself. His cock, fully hardened, stood with ease. Rhareth shot Ophiel a grin before dragging his tongue across the palm of his hand in a long, wet lick.
Ophiel squirmed under his heated gaze.
Iarilan leaned forward, licking her lips, her smirk never fading. Her eyes, alight with amusement, tracked Rhareth’s every twitch, like that of a predator.
Rhareth grabbed his cock again, this time pumping it harder and faster. “Princess…” he moaned.
Ophiel flushed and pressed a palm against her cheek, gasping. She rubbed her knees together, unable to deny or contain her own heat flaring within her navel.
Noticing the angel’s squirms, Iarilan caressed Ophiel’s thigh idly, starting on the outside and working her way upward, toward the apex of Ophiel’s thighs. Each brush of her icy touch brought another tinny moan to Ophiel’s lips. Her flesh prickled again.
Ophiel couldn’t quite keep track of everything going on around her. From the sinful and delicious sight splayed out before her, to Iarilan’s sensual touches that had her wanting to beg for more, Ophiel found herself frozen. If she could, Ophiel wished to stay within the moment forever. A timeless bubble filled with feasts for the eyes and pleasure across the skin. A place where no one could ever find the three of them.
Rhareth’s hips twitched as he thrust into his own palm. His forked tongue lolled out of his mouth as he picked up speed, his eyes widening.
Ophiel startled, recognizing the precipice Rhareth was currently on. His motions were nearing erratic, beads of precome weeping from the tip of his cock.
Ophiel could not hold in her soft moan at the sight.
Rhareth’s ears pricked at the sound, and suddenly, a loud snarl echoed from his mouth as he came. His burning orange eyes squeezed shut as he rode out each wave of his orgasm, ropes of his seed splattering across the silky red sheets. Ophiel’s name died on his lips as he slumped down. He laid back across the sheets, his head hanging off the edge of the bed. His tail fell slack from around his thigh and he spread his arms out.
Rhareth’s chest rose and fell with hard pants. Ophiel watched his Adam’s apple bounce as he sucked in gulps of air.
“What a good show, my king,” Iarilan purred. Her arms fell from Ophiel.
As soon as Iarilan released her, Ophiel scrambled over to Rhareth. She ignored the mess on the bed, and the fact his cock still hung from his unbuttoned pants. She leapt into his arms, her knees pressing against his sides as she nuzzled into his neck.
Rhareth hugged Ophiel close, a purr rumbling in his chest as he nuzzled her golden curls. His crimson hair fell behind him in a tangled mess, crashing to the obsidian floor like a bloody waterfall.
“So. I guess you accept my apology, Ophiel?” he asked between pants.
“Mmmm?”
“My apology,” Rhareth said with a purr. “Do you accept my apology for being mean earlier?”
“O—Oh. Yes. Yes, o—of course I do!”
Rhareth chuckled at that. He sat up with a groan, tucking Ophiel against his chest. His hair crashed down against the sides of his face, and he shook his mane back.
Rhareth peered over Ophiel’s head to Iarilan. She sat back, her eyes still alight. She twined a lock of her blue-and-black hair around one of her fingers, her ears twitching with interest as her tail continued to flick back and forth.
“My queen?” Rhareth asked. He proffered a palm.
With a small chuckle, Iarilan crept forward on her hands and knees.
Shifting Ophiel to his left side, as soon as Iarilan placed her hand in Rhareth’s, he had her pulled close to him. He sat Iarilan on his lap as best he could, tucking her into his right side.
Rhareth tangled his tail with Iarilan’s as he snuggled both ladies close to his chest, a content purr vibrating in his chest.
Both Rhareth and Iarilan gasped when large, graying wings flared around them before wrapping around all three of them like a blanket. Ophiel watched the two of them through heavy eyes burdened by sleep. A soft smile played on her lips as she lolled her head against Rhareth’s shoulder.
Iarilan chuckled and reached out. First, she pressed a finger pad to Ophiel’s button nose, booping her, before lacing her sepia fingers through Ophiel’s pale ones.
Ophiel sighed softly. With her two loves within her bubble, everything would always be alright.
