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Michael stood motionless, absorbed in the dense lines of the unfolded parchment in her hands. Her face was fixed, her brows furrowed, her lips pressed together. Her eyes followed every word with her characteristic icy precision, so focused that she didn't hear the light footsteps behind her. It was only when a pair of hands came to pinch her ribs that she was suddenly jolted out of her intense concentration. She stifled a cry of surprise, spinning around abruptly.
Her eyes widened. " Dagon ?! "
The demon stood there, her eyes sparkling, a proud smile on her lips, clearly very pleased with her performance. " Hi. "
Michael looked incredulous. " What are you doing here ?! " she hissed, her voice low but sharp, looking around them. " You're in the middle of heaven, have you become suicidal ? "
Without thinking, she grabbed her hand and forcefully pulled her toward an adjacent corridor, making sure to check behind them that no witnesses had seen anything. They walked through a long passageway before Michael opened a massive golden door and pulled her inside. She slammed it shut and locked it before turning back to the redhead.
" That's completely reckless, Dagon. "
Dagon shrugged, looking feignedly innocent. " We were supposed to meet today, " she said simply.
Michael froze for a moment and quickly looked at her phone. She paused. " I... I forgot. I've had a lot of things to do. "
The demon had suspected as much, which is why she wasn't offended or anything. It was only then that she truly looked around, and her breath caught.
The room was immense, almost surreal. Everything was white, silver, gold, with light touches of blue and purple, all shimmering in the light outside. The marble floor almost mirrored their silhouettes. The furniture bore curves and patterns reminiscent of ancient Greece : columns, discreet frescoes, delicate gilding. In one corner, a full suit of armour. THE armour, standing proudly, its metallic sheen, polished to perfection. Right next to it, a long spear and a sword rested on their gold bases, imposing. Deadly. The walls bore other weapons, other swords and daggers, all impeccably aligned. Several white marble tables, veined with gold, scattered throughout the space. A luxurious chaise longue occupied one corner, surrounded by large golden candlesticks where calm flames glowed. A richly decorated golden chest rested on the floor, covered in intricate carvings. Plants with almost unreal leaves and flowers that didn't seem to exist on earth, only here. And large arches overlooked a cloudy exterior, no buildings visible, nothing "modern," just sky as far as the eye could see.
Dagon turned, mouth agape, to Michael, whose back was to her, suddenly aware of what this meant. " Wait. Don't tell me this is YOUR private space ? "
" Well, yes, " the brunette replied simply, as if it were nothing special.
Dagon's gaze slid to the back of the room where a queen-size bed sat, massive, topped with an immense ornament, marble wings carved with almost lifelike precision, open, as if to watch over whoever lay beneath.
" Why do you even have a bed if you don't sleep ?? "
" I've never used it, " confessed Michael. " Except to sit or wait for some injuries to heal. "
Dagon moved slowly, fascinated, as if visiting a private museum. She stopped in front of the armour, leaned down to examine the engravings, brushing her fingertips against the metal that burned her skin, then let her hand slide over the surface of the golden chest on the floor. She had always had this irresistible attraction to anything that glitters, after all. Meanwhile, Michael was leaning over one of the large tables, continuing to write the last notes she needed without turning around. It all seemed like a miniature version of heaven.
" Be careful, " Michael told her. " Some decorations are actually weapons. "
She said these words exactly as Dagon placed her hand on a seemingly ordinary, yet finely decorated amphora. Almost immediately, there was a sharp clink. A chain sprang out, closing around her wrist with almost supernatural speed. It retracted immediately, pulling her roughly. Dagon fell to her knees, surprised, on the soft carpet beside the chaise longue.
The brunette smirked slightly but didn't turn around. " I warned you, " she said simply.
About thirty seconds later, she finally put down her pen, turned slowly and approached Dagon who had taken the opportunity to settle down on the chaise longue, legs stretched out and crossed, she looked up at her, her wrist still tied.
" Ha ha... " she laughed falsely. " Very funny yes. Will you untie me now ? " she asked, a mixture of annoyance and defiance in her voice.
Michael didn't answer and advanced towards the demon slowly, with measured, almost feline steps, as certain thoughts crossed her mind. She placed one knee on the chaise longue, next to Dagon, then the other on the other side, ending up sitting astride her hips. The demon immediately felt her muscles tense, the heat of their contact penetrated their clothes, and she shivered with desire. The brunette leaned forward, deliberately slowly, and Dagon was distracted by the opening of her white shirt collar, revealing the top of her chest. She bit her lip, and in that moment of distraction, Michael took the opportunity to fasten her other wrist to the twin chain, secured to the other side of the chaise longue.
" Really ? " protested Dagon, half-amused, as she realized. " Is that your plan ? "
The angel simply offered a satisfied smile. And without giving her time to say anything more, she captured her lips in a passionate kiss. It was rare. Usually, when Michael initiated a kiss, they were always quick kisses, but this time... she poured all her intensity into it. It was burning, insistent, almost ravenous. Her hands framed the duke's face, slid down her neck, then onto her still-clothed chest. Her fingers traced down to her waist, then back up to her face, never ceasing their teasing. Dagon felt herself melting despite herself, she tried to move her hands, but without success. The angel slid her hands down to her waist, then higher, brushing the line of her neck, returning to caress her cheeks, her face. She didn't break the kiss, each movement seeming calculated to make her lose her composure.
" Untie me, " Dagon whispered against her lips, slightly out of breath.
" No. "
Michael immediately leaned in again, her lips on hers. Then her hands moved down, resting on her still-covered chest, pressing just enough to elicit a sigh from her, her hands exploring every curve, every line. She unbuttoned the demon's shirt with sadistic patience, revealing her tight, dark t-shirt little by little. Her fingers lingered on the warmth emanating from her, then moved up to her neck, Michael could feel her rapid pulse.
" Untie me, Michael, " repeated Dagon, this time with a more urgent breath and clenched teeth.
" No, not yet, " replied Michael, with an amused glint in her voice. The complete reversal of their roles was interesting.
Her hands became more insistent, she lifted the demon's t-shirt, revealing her firm stomach. She explored her hips and slid her hands higher under her shirt, caressing her warm skin. She could feel each of her shivers, each involuntary contraction. Dagon, frustrated and at her limit, managed to move close enough to bite the angel's neck, taking advantage of a slight movement of her head. Michael let out a small sound, a mixture of pain and pleasure, but didn't pull away. She simply recaptured her mouth, daring to move her hips against her, occasionally letting out small, muffled moans. It was too much for Dagon. And Michael, for her part, savored every second.
" Untie me ! " repeated the demon, this time with much more insistence, much more intensity, pulling uselessly at the chains. Her eyes were darker than dark, she couldn't take it anymore.
She knew the angel was pushing her to the limit. The heat was rising, the tension becoming unbearable. She had only one thought, to break free and repay her a hundredfold. Michael paused just long enough to look at her with her most sensual gaze, her swollen lips still close to hers.
" Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you once I'm untied ? " the demon growled breathlessly.
" Oh yes, I have, " Michael breathed inches from her lips with a wicked smile.
And, with a snap of her fingers, she released the chains, which clattered onto the floor.
Dagon didn't waste a second, she practically leaped. Her hands closed around Michael's hips, and she pulled herself up with a force that was anything but gentle.
" Dagon... " breathed Michael, more for the sake of it. She knew what it did to her.
The next moment, the demon, still holding her in her arms, tossed her onto the bed with a mixture of controlled violence and uncontrollable eagerness.
" That's it, say my name. "
A demon taking an angel in heaven ? What blasphemy, thought Dagon. We have to do it.
She settled herself on top of the angel, knees between her legs, and kissed her full on the lips, a brutal, urgent kiss, stealing the brunette's breath and drawing a muffled moan from her. The marble wings above seemed to be watching them, unchanging.
" You know, " Dagon groaned between kisses, panting. " I think it's time we made up for all the centuries this bed hasn't been used for. "
A barely visible smile stretched Michael's lips. She said nothing, simply tilting her chin up slightly to offer her more skin. Her hands slid lazily along the demon's arms to her shoulders, their slowness contrasting with the frenzy of the one towering over her. The demon's lips descended to her neck, her fangs brushing against Michael's burning but responsive skin, who closed her eyes and let out sighs of pleasure. Dagon didn't even take the time to savor the moment, she wanted everything, right now. She bit her, kissed her, without any apparent logic, just this hunger that consumed her, her lips tasting every inch of exposed skin. Her hands moved down, then up, lingering and pressing, as if she feared she would be taken away from her at any moment. Dagon's fingers were already busy undoing what remained of the barrier between them, but her trembling made her movements imprecise. She swore and simply tore the shirt and the t-shirt underneath. Michael let out a gasp of surprise but didn't complain, she even bit her lip in amusement.
" You're driving me crazy... " Dagon said in a raspy breath, her lips still brushing the skin of her neck.
" I know, " Michael replied in a low breath.
She felt the demon's hands fumbling with the zipper of her pants. The redhead quickly gave up, simply grabbing the pants at her ankles and pulling sharply, tearing the bottom. The ripped fabric quickly ended up scattered on the floor. Annoyed by her half-unbuttoned shirt, Dagon removed her own top, leaving only her tight black tank top. Michael, now completely exposed, lying on that bed she had never really used, watched her with that burning intensity. She knew. She knew that Dagon wouldn't stop until she had gotten everything she wanted. And she knew, above all, that she would give it to her.
" You're magnificent, " Dagon managed to say. " So magnificent. "
" You're not so bad yourself, " replied the brunette, extending an arm toward her, inviting her to come closer.
Dagon quickly continued, impatient, leaning down to kiss her shin while holding her ankle. Her mouth moved up to her knee and the inside of her thigh, her hand sliding up the back of her leg. Michael shivered violently at the sensation. The demon nibbled at the inside of her thigh and moved up to her hip, squeezing her thigh with her hand. She didn't stop, and moved up to her stomach, which she bit harder. Michael flinched again, groaning, before placing her hands back on the redhead's shoulders. Obviously, Dagon was very pleased and aroused by her reaction, she bit the hollow of her waist, eliciting the same reaction, only more intense, feeling her hands tighten on her shoulders.. She moved up her body, trailing her tongue against the sensitive skin of the angel who kept shivering. The demon ran her tongue between her breasts, kissing each one and biting their soft, tender flesh. The brunette dug her nails into her partner's scaly shoulders, always releasing the most exquisite sounds possible.
The demon moved up to her collarbones and down her neck, running the tip of her tongue over the areas she knew were most sensitive. Michael still shuddered under her touch but managed to grab the redhead's top and pull it up and off her. Her already trembling hands ventured over her burning skin, along her arms, over her chest... Their bodies intertwined, the warmth of the sheets enveloping them completely, the demon's hand quickly finding the brunette's warm heart. Lying beneath Dagon, Michael had lost some of her usual splendor, her sighs escaped her lips in spite of herself, her fingers gripped the sheets or the demon's skin as if it were her only point of reference. Dagon, meanwhile, savored the scene. Her scales gleamed faintly in the dim light, and her eyes shone with a predatory glint. She guided every movement with cruel precision, knowing exactly what to do to make Michael groan, to push her even further out of control.
" Dagon... " gasped the angel, her voice trembling, broken by anticipation.
The demon smiled against her neck, her lips brushing her sensitive skin. She loved hearing her like this, especially her, the so proud, the so restrained Michael, reduced to a moaning wreck under her hands. Her moans grew increasingly uncontrollable, loud and rapid. Her orgasm was approaching, she could feel it in her groin, which was beginning to throb and tighten. Just a few more seconds and she would come, but... Dagon withdrew her hand at the last moment.
Michael opened her eyes again and exhaled sharply, looking at her with a questioning and confused expression on her face.
" How many times have you refused to untie me already ? Oh yes, twice, " Dagon replied far too proudly.
The brunette looked outraged as she understood. " Dagon, don't you dare do that. "
" Stop me, " replied the demon, smiling devilishly.
She seized her mouth again as her hand found its way back to her throbbing groin. Michael let out a muffled, pained groan but didn't try to push her away, even though she knew what would happen, but her own body was betraying her. And Dagon was taking perverse pleasure in performing her best moves with surgical precision. Michael squeezed her eyes shut and tried to hold back her moans, biting her lip hard. She didn't want to give her that satisfaction, but Dagon wasn't stupid. She knew the angel's body better than she did, and she could read it like the back of her hand, literally. She always knew what speed, what pressure, what angles, and what it did to her, neither Michael nor her body could lie to her. And quickly, the angel felt the familiar pressure in her lower abdomen and gripped the sheet beneath her tightly. A sob and a tear of frustration, along with an almost desperate breath, escaped her as Dagon withdrew her hand once again.
" Frustrating, isn't it ? " she smiled almost sadistically.
" That's not fair, " breathed the brunette.
" I am the Master of Torment, " the redhead said proudly. " You should think about that before you try any dirty tricks on me, darling, " she added, giving her a quick kiss.
" I hate you... " the angel managed to mumble.
Dagon chuckled, her mouth curving into a smirk. " No, angel. You love me. And you know it. "
She leaned over Michael again, her fingers and lips resuming their sensual dance. This time, she wasn't trying to prolong the torment, she simply wanted Michael to finally receive her reward. The angel's hands trembled as she clutched the sheets, her short breaths betraying her pent-up excitement, almost praying that she wouldn't withdraw her hand. She arched her back, her body taut, so close... so close. The duke felt it, she knew exactly how far she had pushed her, accompanying every shiver, every sigh, every tremor, until the brunette finally succumbed, her moans and cries escaping her lips without restraint.
Michael sank back onto the mattress, breathless but satisfied. She was breathing heavily, but a contented smile stretched across her lips nonetheless. Dagon, leaning over her, watched with a mixture of pride and tenderness, gently stroking her cheeks with her fingertips.
" Hmm, you survived my cruelty after all, " the demon said with a mocking grin. " You should thank me. "
" Thank you ?! " gasped Michael, rolling her eyes. " You almost drove me insane. "
Their lips met in a feverish kiss, and Michael groaned despite returning it, which made the demon chuckle.
" I'll get my revenge, " Michael muttered against her lips.
Dagon laughed and slid her fingers down the brunette's cheek, gently pulling her in to kiss her again, slower this time.
" I can't wait to see that... " she said.
Michael nevertheless snuggled a little closer to the demon, sighing with satisfaction, but still gave her a mischievous look.
" You know you're going to pay for this eventually, " she said.
" Hmm... I live for that, " Dagon replied with a wicked wink, before planting yet another kiss on Michael's neck.
" What you just did was blasphemous, you know that ? " the angel muttered without much conviction.
" Oh yeah... do you think I'm going to end up in hell ? " the redhead asked with a mock pout.
Michael gave her a light punch on the shoulder, not entirely serious, but chuckled nonetheless. " Idiot. "
Dagon took the opportunity to grab her wrists and pin them on either side of her head, resuming their previous position, but this time with a mischievous smile.
" Are you having fun ? " sighed the angel, feigning annoyance.
" Watching you struggle ? A lot. "
Michael rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips despite herself. With a quick movement, she tried to free herself... without success. Dagon chuckled and leaned in to kiss her again, a softer kiss, which turned into a shower of little kisses along her jawline, up to her ear. The brunette shuddered and attempted to retort by lightly biting the demon's lip when she returned to her mouth.
" Not bad, " Dagon admitted with a predatory grin before running her tongue over the spot where she'd bitten her. " You're a fast learner. "
" With the number of times you do this to me, I'd better, " retorted Michael, her expression intended to be serious but breaking into a smile.
They rolled together on the bed, Dagon deliberately letting herself fall so that the brunette could move on top of her. The latter sat up, straddling her, half-wrapped in one of the sheets which was almost transparent, her hands placed on either side of Dagon's scaly torso.
" Do you like what you see ? " asked Dagon, practically drooling herself at the sight.
" More than I should... "
Dagon, never tired of making her blush, arched her hips just enough to throw her off balance and straighten up, pressing their chests together. They found themselves face to face, breathless, their eyes locked. Michael stifled a small gasp of surprise, immediately caught up in another kiss. It was passionate, punctuated by muffled laughter as they rolled around on the bed again, neither wanting to concede defeat. Michael tried to nip at Dagon's lip to gain the upper hand, but the demon retaliated by sliding her hands firmly onto her hips, pulling her closer.
" If the other angels knew what their commander was doing right now... " Dagon whispered between kisses.
" Stop, I already feel bad enough, " grumbled Michael, but her lips immediately sought out Dagon's again.
" You feel bad about being with me ? "
" ...No. And that's the problem. "
" Hey, if it were that bad, we would have known a long time ago, " said Dagon, placing a kiss on her cheekbone.
The brunette leaned against her shoulder. " You're probably right. "
They stayed like that for a moment, exchanging a few playful remarks, sharing laughter and sighs in a delightful mix of sensuality and fun.
The calm finally settled in after their laughter and endless playful fighting. Michael ended up nestled against Dagon, her forehead resting on her neck. Dagon absently stroked her hair, her scales gleaming faintly in the dim light, and she tightened her arms around her and placed a lazy kiss on her temple. She stayed there, her eyes lost in the sight of the beauty in her arms, a genuinely happy smile on her lips.
" You're still smiling, " murmured Michael, her eyes closed.
" Hmm ? " said Dagon, her voice low and amused.
" I can almost hear it. "
Dagon let out a soft chuckle, her fingers gently stroking the angel's neck.
" It's your fault. "
Michael opened one eye to look at her. " How is it my fault ? "
" Because I love you and you’re beautiful, " replied the duke, a genuine smile on her lips. " Even when you threaten me, I just want to kiss you even more. "
Michael groaned, but her cheeks flushed despite herself.
" You could keep that to yourself, " she murmured, burying her face against her neck.
" Never, " Dagon whispered back, pressing a kiss to her hair. " I enjoy seeing your reactions too much. "
The angel, usually so adept at keeping her composure, found nothing to say. She simply remained nestled against her, her breathing syncing with the demon's. And Dagon, this time, chose not to tease her any further. Her arms tightened gently around her.
" I could stay like this for days, " she murmured, barely audible.
" Me too, " Michael replied in a low voice. " But I was serious. Don't sneak into heaven like that. "
" Yes ma'am. "
A tender smile spread across Dagon's lips, far gentler than her usual predatory expression. She closed her eyes in turn, and the two women eventually drifted off to sleep, intertwined, comforted by each other's warmth.