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“What… is this?”
Both the Archangel of Widsom and the Messenger of God stared at the lewd sight in front of them. They watched as their brothers in faith grasped and pawed at each other, sounds that no one was familiar with coming out of their mouths.
“Father calls it procreation.” Gabriel explained. “It’s a gift of creation and it’s quite a new concept. He wanted Luciel and Micheal to test it out before passing it on to the creations in Eden.“
Uriel hummed . “Lilith and Adam are quite fragile. But you and I know He makes no errors. Why has there become a need to test it out?”
Gabriel paused, his attention briefly adverted back to the scene in front of the conversing angels. His feather, dipped in a substance colored golden, scratched lightly on his scroll as he noted something down.
He turned back to Uriel after a few quiet moments, the silence only broken by the occasional high-pitched sound Micheal wrung out of Luciel.
Gabriel said, “Procreation is not the only factor. He has created Lust along with it. It is the drive that will nudge His creations towards procreation. If not for lust, His creations would find no urge or need to reproduce. But Father does not control lust like he controls all else. Lust has been given a bit more… wiggle room, so to say.”
Uriel understood. “So… this. What Micheal and Luciel are doing— is because of lust?”
“Yes.”
At that moment, Luciel let out a particularly loud mewl. The small angel was writhing on the sheets laid out for the examination, seemingly not knowing what to do with shaking limbs and spikes of energy. He looked like he was out of his mind.
How interesting.
Lucielwas definitely crying, definitely shaking— but. He wasn’t pushing Micheal away. He wasn’t begging for him to stop either. Instead, the golden angel was clinging onto the other with a grip that could crush bone, pressing his body flush against toned muscles.
Luciel seemed to enjoy it.
Even when Micheal barely seemed to fit inside. Even when he was stretched past his very limit.
And then that’s when the full understanding of lust hit Uriel.
Procreation was not a pretty thing— it was messy. Tiring. It could even be a bit painful.
And that’s why Father created lust.
Lust was what made procreation enjoyable.
Lust was what made procreation pleasurable.
Gabriel seemed to see the realization come to light in Uriel’s world, because not soon after a laugh that sounded like the soft ringing of bells was let out. “Let me guess.” He teased. “You want a gold star for that?”
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Luciel was lost in the throes of pleasure.
He felt so full speared on Micheal’s cock, his cunt’s lips stretched red to accommodate the other’s large, heavy, curved length. Micheal was as ruthless with his pace as he was with anything else that confronted him in life, pulling Luciel’s hips down just as his hips rolled forwards, knocking the ever-loving shit out of the smaller angel.
Luciel’s body was constantly rocking back and forth, his usually-tidy hair coming out in strands and small waves. Sweat stuck to his skin like it had never done before, his breaths coming out in shorter pants and choked whimpers as he kept forgetting to breathe.
Luciel scratched his nails down the length of Micheal’s back as he was dominated, moaning out Micheal’s name as his eyes glazed over and tears spilled past his eye lashes. His voice was a mixture of garbled noises, the occasional beg or prayer forming just clear enough for someone to understand. He was completely and utterly fucked.
“M-Micheal,” Luciel begged.
“I know, I know.” Micheal moaned. “Father, above, Luciel. You’re going to be the end of me.”
Micheal had his eyes screwed tightly shut, his mouth pressed into a tight line as sweat dripped down his brow. His hips were drifting away from the fast, almost cordial pace it was going at before, shifting into a more unsteady, frantic one.
It was clear Micheal was close… to something.
Neither of them really knew how this was supposed to end or if they were even doing this the “proper way”. All they knew was that it felt good.
And if it felt good, surely it had to be right?
Whatever was the case, what happened next were moments of pure bliss. That, Luciel knew for sure.
Micheal started driving deep and hard enough into the spot inside Luciel that made him stars, brushing against it over and over and over again.
Luciel was sure he didn’t close his mouth once with the way he was wailing.
“A-ah, ah, ah!! Micheal, I f-feel— I’m going to—“
It was an inexplicable feeling. An indescribable one. But before Lucielknew it, he reached his peak.
His body gave everything it was worth, and then promptly went limp from exhaustion. Luciel noted how slicker he felt between his legs. Even more so than from before.
Micheal went at it for only a couple more moments, before seeming to reach his peak too. But this one was different— different in the way that Luciel could feel something wet and sticky fill him up.
It was definitely a new feeling, but Luciel found that he did not exactly hate it. He shivered, but not in an unpleasant way. He felt claimed in the best way possible.
Luciel was content to stay speared and sated on Micheal’s cock, his mind and body still in another place of bliss, but Micheal, as the man he is, did not choose to rest. He never did.
Pulling out, Micheal’s effects of lust slowly died away. He watched with a mixture of curiosity and interest as his own seed spilled out of Luciel’s hole. He wasn’t disgusted. No, not at all. Instead, a feeling of pride filled his chest. Possessiveness, too.
“That was good.” Micheal panted, a little out of breath. He sat up on his haunches, brushing the fringe that was still sticking to his forehead back. “I believe it’ll prove to be very effective on the First Man and Woman.”
Gabriel fluttered over towards the bed, taking note of both of the angels’ appearances. He leaned over to touch Luciel’s forehead. Warm to the touch, but not worryingly so.
“I must say, you have quite the recovery time, Micheal.” Gabriel chuckled. He flipped through his scrolls. “Much quicker than the average time Father has predicted.”
“Is that bad or good?” Uriel piped up. He had made his way over as well.
“I’m not sure.” Gabriel hummed. A light flush dusted his cheeks. “Er, if you don’t mind Micheal, would you do him again? One test gives us far too little data. There are still so many variables.”
Micheal’s eyes drifted back over to Luciel. A grin slipped onto his face.
“Well, if you insist.”