you’re perched on ruby’s lap, flimsy nightgown bunched around your hips, the thin fabric doing nothing to shield you from her roaming hands. her fingers are inside you, moving with a rough, deliberate rhythm that makes you moan. her other hand is busy toying with your nipple, pinching just hard enough to send shivers down your spine. her lips graze your neck, teeth scraping lightly as she hums against your skin.
“come on, angel,” ruby purrs, her tone dripping with mockery. “sam and dean gave you homework, didn’t they? recite the exorcism instructions. let’s see how well you remember, yeah?” she punctuates her words with a particularly deep thrust of her fingers, making you gasp.
you try to focus, mind completely fogged over with pleasure and the weight of her touch. the winchesters had been clear: as long as you’re around them—even as an angel—you need to understand the basics of a demon exorcism, and ruby took it upon herself to “teach” you.
you swallow hard, forcing the words out. “first… you need to identify the demon’s presence,” you start, voice shaky. “signs— unnatural behavior, knowledge that the host shouldn’t have, and… and physical changes like black eyes.”
ruby chuckles darkly, her lips brushing against your ear. “oh, black eyes? like mine, baby?” she slows her fingers, almost stopping, her touch turning featherlight and absolutely maddening. “that’s a little vague, don’t you think? be specific. what else?”
you whimper, squirming on her lap, desperate for her to keep going. “uh… sulfur traces,” you continue quickly. “and… the host might react negatively to holy water or sacred ground.”
”that’s better. you’re learning,” she taunts, resuming her rough pace, her fingers curling inside you. your head falls back against her shoulder, a moan escaping as she nips at your neck. “keep going. what’s next?”
you struggle to think, body trembling under ruby’s touch. “you… restrain the demon. salt circles, devil’s traps… or iron chains to hold the host still.”
ruby laughs, the sound wicked and warm against your skin. “oh, gonna trap me in a devil’s trap? tie me up with iron? kinky.” her thumb grazes your clit, making you jolt. “next step, baby. don’t disappoint me.”
your mind goes blank for a moment, pleasure overwhelming every part of you. “um… you… you kill the demon,” you stammer, knowing it’s wrong the second it leaves your mouth.
ruby stops completely, her fingers stilling inside you, her hand freezing on your chest. “kill the demon?” she says, feigning shock, her voice thick with sarcasm. “wow, you’d really just murder me like that?” she leans in, her lips brushing yours, her tone dropping to a filthy whisper. “try again, or i’m not moving.”
you let a cry out, body aching for her fingers. “you exorcise it,” you correct, panting. “you recite the ritual to expel the demon from the host… send it back to hell.”
”there we go,” she says, smirking, fingers plunging back into you with a force that makes you cry out. “smart girl. keep going. what’s the ritual like?”
you’re babbling now, words tumbling out between moans. “you… you say the incantation in latin… it forces the demon out. you need… intent, focus— and the right words to… to weaken it.” your voice breaks as she speeds up, her fingers relentless, her lips sucking a mark onto your neck.
“weaken it?” ruby mocks, voice full of fake offense. “gonna weaken me, huh? think you’d be able to do that in this state?” she twists her fingers, hitting a spot that makes you see stars, you let out a desperate moan. “so fucked out, aren’t you? moaning like a whore… keep going, what happens if you mess it up?”
you’re trembling, so close to the edge, it’s painful, but you force yourself to focus. “if you mess it up… the demon could resist. it might… hurt the host, or… or escape.”
ruby grins against your skin, her voice filthy and taunting. “oh, better not fuck it up then, baby. wouldn’t want a nasty demon like me slipping away.” her thumb circles your clit, slow and torturous as she kisses your neck again. “one more. what do you do after the demon’s gone?”
your words are practically incoherent now, your body shaking, words slurred with pleasure. “you… you check the host. make sure they’re… alive, stable… and not possessed anymore.”
”perfect,” ruby purrs, her fingers speeding up, pushing you towards the edge. “you’re so goddamn filthy, angel. telling me how to kill my kind while you’re falling apart because of me… you do remember what i am, right? such a hypocrite.” she bites your earlobe, her voice a low growl. “c’mon, come for me, pretty girl.” her fingers drive into you one last time as you unravel, gasping her name as she holds you through it, smirking like she’s just won.
the room falls quiet, save for your ragged breathing. ruby pulls her fingers away, licking them slowly, her eyes never leaving yours. “next time,” she starts, voice low, “we’ll practice the incantation. bet you’d sound real pretty reciting it while i’m fucking you, no?”
