Succubus

70- Andy, you're pumping your bloody sausage in front of one of your ancestors!

*Oona's POV*

I watched the two angels conversing; one fallen, one an archangel in the Host. We were all very lucky to be alive. The odds that we would be discovered by perhaps the only angel powerful enough to trace us, yet also willing to act as an ally... Penemue had to be right, divine intervention seemed highly probable.

Samael, the 'Poison of God.' There was not a chance in the Underworld that I had actually been restraining an archangel solely by force, especially that one. I had heard all sorts of peculiar things about Samael, but he sounded absolutely warped, not at all flawless, virtuous, or even mostly decent. Almost as though the Host had been dissatisfied with the Dark Lord, and Samael had volunteered to fill in where the Dark Lord wasn't quite unruly enough. I wondered what the Morningstar knew of this outlandish angel, what he thought? Or were the rumors false? Would Penemue know?

Even so, why would a force even greater than Penemue let me throttle him, spank him like a naughty child? Then, it came to me: Samael must have enjoyed it on some level!

I had needed to press against Samael to restrain him. For just a moment, I pitied him; poor, old pervert!

But then, as I glanced around the room, I spotted it, and forgot everything else. There, spiraling against the ceiling, was a tiny, short, little string of silvery-gold, archangel pleasure! I'd never seen anything like it, and my stomach rumbled ravenously.

Andy hadn't been able to demanifest for days, so I'd done the minimum to feed his seed, to prevent madness, as I could, and I was still so hungry! Andy had denied me repeatedly when I'd begged to orally satisfy him, so I could eat, claiming it would be "selfish" of him. Doubtless Andy was just being petulant and sullen, but his childishness had left me with a hollow belly. Juliet had left us both in a sorry state, if for a good cause, and I felt wretched and desperate.

I glanced at Andy; he was watching the angels, paying no heed to my thoughts. Samael appeared to be taking his leave. His attention was on Andy; he didn't appear to have noticed that he had leaked such a delicious-looking snake. Apparently the sickly-looking angel enjoyed forbidden fruit, for all his talk!

I felt my excitement grow: archangel pleasure! I doubted any of my kind had tasted such a thing!

I waited until I saw Samael leave, tugging tenderly at his twig of energy so it wouldn't dissipate. Penemue caught me and gave me a disapproving shake of his head.

My nature kicked in with force: I'd have this new taste! I was tired of looking so homely around Andy, of him refusing my advances! When I had placed a seed in him, no less!

I called the seductive, little string to me, inhaling deeply as I closed my eyes. "Aaahh!"

I felt a warmth deep in my core, not unlike the feeling following a profound sexual climax. My whole body felt sleek, and moisture wept freely from my entrance. Images of sexual penetration, in every orifice of mine, filled my mind. I opened my eyes and saw that Andy had stood up. I licked my lips; he had an impressive erection.

Andy glanced briefly at Penemue before starting to stroke himself languidly. "Leave. Or stay, I don't care."

Andy came closer. "Whatever you've just done is wreaking havoc on me. I'm sorry I denied you, but you're always beautiful, please let me-"

"*Hem!*" I turned, still feeling dazed and euphoric, to see the cats in the doorway. "Andy, you're pumping your bloody sausage in front of one of your ancestors!" I blinked, confused as to why Crow was upset. Andy was marvelously well endowed! Could he not see?

Femme swatted Crow smartly across his brow. "Look: Oona!"

Crow looked at me and frowned, which I thought, absently, was rude. Almost instantly, I forgot they were there. I began to plot how I wanted Andy to make up his transgressions to me, when they distracted me again!

A green flash, followed by a steady glow, came from the doorway, and both cats had a bright, white marking on their chest. "Pain in my ass," said Crow as they marched up to Penemue, who was apparently also still in the room.

I realized then that Penemue was staring at me silently, fascinated. He had never looked so small.

A hideous voice broke through my mind, commanding my attention:

ANSWER AND COMPLY

Crow looked a bit winded, and took a breath. "You got toilet paper and kitty litter?" Penemue and I both nodded jointly.

At the same time, Andy looked stricken, frantically stroking himself. "No, I was supposed to stay here-"

Crow rolled his eyes. "Stop touching your penis, Andy! Just be still for a moment." Andy let his member go at once. Crow looked at Femme. "Her draw is too strong, can you please help? I'm tired."

My interest in the cats waned as I eyed Andy's elegant, nude form. I especially enjoyed the way his hips angled downwards into his loins, pointing so sharply to his fine cock. I wanted to lay him back and enthrone myself upon it... Feel him inside of me, at last, again. I wanted him to gaze up at me, wanting me, loving how I made him feel. I wanted his fine hands on my breasts, squeezing.

Andy sensed me thinking about him and waved sheepishly. I heard Crow sigh loudly and looked over at the cats. I was surprised to find Femme appeared to have turned entirely green, and she was up on her hind legs! All I had was a quick glimpse before my ears popped uncomfortably, making me shiver.

Penemue looked down at the cats, who appeared back to normal, then over at Andy and I. "Oh my fucking goodness!" Penemue's whole face turned scarlet and he ran from the room, one of his wings thumping the doorframe and losing a few feathers. Without a word, Crow and Femme left the bedroom, somehow closing the door behind them.

Andy looked at me eagerly, still a little hesitant. "Do I have to stay still any longer? The seed says-"

I smiled. "You will do as I please, Andy. Lay down. Now."