Everything came back to her slowly. First it was her consciousness, then the awareness of her surroundings. Bits of information began piecing itself together as she laid there, in the darkness. It felt like forever as the world arranged itself slowly around her.

 

She felt soft sheets beneath her, cool air on her skin, and the warmth of a body laying next to her. Her eyes blinked open. She propped herself up, finding herself on a luxurious bed in a room she had never seen before. The woman next to her stirred. Her lover.

 

“You’re finally awake. How do you feel?”

 

It was only then that she noticed the cotton both in her mind and in her mouth. How did she get here? Did she drop that deeply? She made to answer, but the only sound that escaped her mouth was a croak. Her lover laughed.

 

“Here, have some water.”

 

She accepted gratefully, and let herself be pulled into a gentle embrace. A warm hand rubbed circles between her shoulder blades. It was easy to lean into it, to melt in her arms and let the warmth surround her. Easy to let go.

 

 

It was so easy to let go.

 

There was no need to think.

 

There was no need to worry.

 

 

She leaned her head on the other woman’s shoulder with a languid smile and hooded eyes. “I think I’m forgetting something. Did you do that?”

 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about~” The woman giggled. Soft, wet, warmth wrapped itself around the tip of her ear. Her hazel eyes rolled into the back of her head with a breathy moan.

 

 

——

 

Aurelia blinked back to awareness. It took her a moment to put everything together as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. ‘When did I lose consciousness?’

 

 

Her eyelids fluttered, and her body wracked with tremors which wrestled a gasp from her lips. There was a giggle from her right and Aurelia jumped. She perched warily on her side, still shaking off that odd tingle as she scanned her surroundings blindly. When her vision cleared, she saw the figure of Maeve lounging on a sofa.

 

“What happened?” She noticed that she was naked, but she didn’t feel any shame in the wake of her predicament. It was concerning to find that her wings retracted. She flexed her shoulders and summoned them. They did not appear. She was devoid of strength. Though curiously, she didn’t feel the least bit tired.

 

Not one to be cowed, the angel was on her feet instantly, ready to haul Maeve by the neck and demand she be released. The demon appeared by her side just as quickly, uncomfortably close with a saccharine smile.

 

“Why don’t you try to remember?”

 

Aurelia was taken aback for a moment, but she wrapped her hands around the demon’s throat with a snarl. “Release me-”

 

“Remember how you surrendered.” Said Maeve with an easy smile. She did not deter the angel from harming her.

 

“Lies! Now release-”

 

“Search your memories, pick through the fog. Don’t you remember how good it feels to submit?” The demon’s hands curled around Aurelia’s wrists, gently pulling them off her neck.

 

 

A weird wave of warmth traveled down the angel’s back, spreading into her limbs. She gasped in alarm and pushed at the demon.

 

“Don’t come near me!”

 

Maeve caught her hands and intertwined their fingers.

 

“Like this?” said Maeve, leaning in. Aurelia’s eyes were wide, her body frozen. The demon’s purple eyes closed in until they filled the entirety of her vision.

 

“Are you not going to fight me, Aurelia?” she purred, her sweet breath the whisper of a lover’s touch. Her voice caressed her ears, her mind.

 

“I am.” The angel realised, with some dismay; her voice was much too soft.

 

“No, you’re not. Because you want this, don’t you?”

 

“I don’t.” Aurelia caught herself leaning into Maeve. She was not going to do that. No.

 

“Yes, you do. You want to submit.”

 

 

“No!” Her hands pushed back against Maeve’s, but the demon held them tight, close, with the warmth of her palms diffusing into Aurelia’s limbs. It started to spread, the warmth, that soft fuzzy feeling that draped over her like a blanket.

 

“Do you know why?”

 

 

“Because…” It left her lips before she realised, and though she stopped herself physically, it didn’t stop the phrase from ringing out in her mind.

 

 

Maeve stroked the side of the angel’s cheek. Aurelia’s face was awash with memories, and it was a delight to watch the slow descent of submission. Once the mind remembers the pleasure, the body will follow suit. Once the body feels pleasure, the mind surrenders.

 

“Good angels obey, do they not? And obedience is pleasure.” Maeve starts to press Aurelia gently, keeping their bodies close, breasts pressing against each other. “Let’s go back to bed, shall we?”

 

“No…” Aurelia tries to deny, to resist, but she finds her strength failing even as she pushed back against Maeve. The demon was unmoved, overpowering her with a swift shove.

 

They landed on the bed with Maeve straddling Aurelia, her wrists pinned on either side of her head. She grinned down at the angel, taking in the moment. Aurelia looked like a deer caught in headlights, and it was absolutely delicious.

 

“Are you wondering why you can’t fight back?” The look on Maeve’s face was insufferable.

 

“You did something to me.” The angel snarled. Aurelia was pleased she still managed some bite.

 

Maeve threw her head back in a hearty laugh. “Oh, the things I’m ABOUT to do to you, my sweet canary.”

 

Aurelia gritted her teeth and bucked her hips violently. The angel’s body arched and tossed and squirmed in every which way.

 

To no avail.

 

Leaving her heaving against the softest sheets in defeated fatigue. She scowled as Maeve doubled down and pinned her to the bed with her entire body. She felt soft lips brush against her ear and tried to suppress a shiver.

 

Something firm wrapped around her wrists. The angel dared to look away from Maeve long enough to notice that leather bands have secured her hands to the bed posts. Her protests were cut short by Maeve’s hot mouth on hers. Prodding, demanding, invading.

 

The kiss was awkward and stiff, at least on Aurelia’s end. She ignored the goosebumps raising on her arms, and the way the demon’s warmth seeped into her to pool at the bottom of her belly.

Maeve finally pulled away from Aurelia, leaving her an open-mouthed panting mess. Their tongues left a trail of saliva between them, no doubt a show the demon purposely planned. She licked up the side of Aurelia’s face, nibbling on the shell of her ear.

 

“Time to submit.” Maeve whispered heatedly, one hand trailing down the angel’s body. Her lips curled against Aurelia’s ear when she saw the suppressed shiver. “Good girl,” she added. “You already know what to do, you’ve been doing it all your life. Submit to a higher power. Submit to me.”

 

“No!” Aurelia gasped, desperately ripping her ear from Maeve’s mouth. She leaned as far away from the demon as possible, trying to force even the tiniest amount of distance between them. Anything to escape, as feelings that the angel relentlessly tried to beat down began to escape the cracks in her armour. It was fruitless, she was helpless.

 

 

“I will!” She denied, unwittingly, to the voice in her head. The muscles in her arms straining, pulling the leather straps taut as her body writhed against Maeve’s soft, unrelenting, warm figure.

 

The demon giggled, running the pads of her fingers ever so softly along Aurelia’s lips. It was as if she was savouring the moment. Aurelia laid out before her. Under her. Her powerful body, her indomitable will, her sharp mind…at Maeve’s mercy.

 

“I wish you would just kill me.” The angel growled, a satisfying blush dusting her cheekbones. It was beginning to spread across her shoulders as well. The sight of it pleased Maeve greatly.

“But it is so much more fun to play with you, my little dove.” Maeve purred as she traced a fingertip from the bottom of the angel’s chin down the middle of her torso, only stopping at the waistline where her panties would be. The sides of her lips curled upwards when she felt the little hitch rippling across Aurelia’s toned abs. “You’re trembling, and not from fear.” She gloated, splaying her hand across the angel’s belly. The skin of her palm, soft. It’s warmth, inviting.

 

“I’m disgusted.” Came the indignant spat.

 

“Are you sure?” Maeve placed butterfly kisses along her stomach, letting her teeth graze the supple skin over hard muscle. She glanced up and locked eyes with her new pet. Aurelia’s cheeks coloured darkly before hastily looking away. ‘Adorable.’

 

She lifted herself up to tilt Aurelia’s face towards hers. The angel’s lips parted but Maeve jumped in before she could say anything. It was a stark contrast to before, the kiss was so gentle and tender and alluring that Aurelia’s body melted despite her initial defences. The demon ended it with a chaste peck on her lips.

 

“Sshhhh...” Cooed Maeve, caressing the angel’s face. Her free hand started scratching Aurelia’s abs lightly with just the tips of her nails, so faint that it was almost ticklish. Her muscles fluttered under the touch, and Maeve started teasing patterns into the soft skin as she kissed along Aurelia’s jaw. The demon continued with butterfly kisses all over her jaw and neck, each one was soft. Sweet.

 

Aurelia didn’t mean to relax. She was barely aware of the sigh that escaped her. Maeve’s lips traced over her throat, prompting Aurelia to tilt her head back. It was almost pleasant. Her eyes drifted to the open darkness above the bed, where little flecks of shimmering blue lights hung.

 

They reminded her of starlight, they even flickered and glowed in a similar way. The pretty lights continued to glow and ebb in a dance of their own making. Sometimes they even switched colours, pulsing red, purple, blue, and green in nonsensical song as they beckoned her to join their dance amongst the stars.

She could visualise these little lights pulling her hand, drawing her in as they floated and sparkled and danced in her eyes. Until it was all she could see. A brilliant glittering, peaceful array of colours all around her. Surrounding her.

 

 

She saw the colours in her mind somehow.

 

 

They were the only thing she could envision in her mind. How? Why?

 

 

That’s alright. That didn’t matter anymore.

 

 

This was nice.

 

She felt Maeve kiss her ear lobe, her hot breath puffing lightly across the shell of her ear as she whispered.

 

 

Fingers caressed her stomach. Aurelia sighed. Maeve planted a kiss on her jaw.

 

 

Wet warmth wrapped around the tip of her ear, teeth nibbling. The angel’s lips parted to release something akin to a choked sigh, and her eyes rolled up in a full body shudder.

 

 

Maeve braced herself on her elbow, gazing at Aurelia’s hooded, darkened eyes with a smug curl of the lips. The angel’s breathing was steady and slow, save for the occasional hitched breath as her body twitched in pleasure.

 

“My touch feels good and you know it. Admit it, let it flow through you.” Her hand perched on Aurelia’s muscular legs, slowly caressing her way inwards and guiding her legs open by stroking her inner thighs.

 

“That’s it, open yourself to me. Just relax and enjoy as you drop.”

 

The demon’s deft strokes had Aurelia’s knees bent to the sides.

 

“Open your legs, open your mind.”

 

There was a soft gasp from the angel as Maeve firmly cupped her pussy. Maeve paused for a moment but Aurelia remained soft and pliant. She continued whispering dangerous things into her ear.

 

“Legs open, mind open.”

 

Her fingers stroked the petals apart, she could feel the dampness gather and spread under her touch. A wicked tongue darted between her lips.

 

“With every stroke, you go deeper. With every stroke, pleasure.”

 

Deft fingers traced the outline of her clit. She toyed with it until like Aurelia, it was alert to her every touch, pulsing with untapped ecstasy.

 

“That’s right, pleasure. Feel it coursing through your veins. Let the fire of lust wash over you, consume you. Lose yourself in it.”

 

The angel’s reply was a string of moans that grew only sweeter each time her fingers rubbed over her slippery clit.

 

“It’s feels good, doesn’t it? The better it feels, the deeper you go. The deeper you go, the better you feel. Deeper, Aurelia. Go deeper.”

 

Maeve used her free hand to slip between Aurelia’s lips, coaxing her mouth open and pressing the pads of her fingers onto her tongue. She prodded against the angel’s opening, slipping just the very tip of her finger in.

 

“Open yourself to me. Feel yourself spreading open. Legs open, mind open.”

 

The angel did not resist, she even suckled. The sight of it caused the demon’s pride to soar. Her fingers, wet from Aurelia’s saliva, began to tweak and pinch a stiff nipple just as she started to firmly push inside with a finger.

 

“Take me into you. Relish being filled by me.”

 

Choked moans were all that answered her as the angel’s breathing caught. Her chest rose and fell in quick pants when Maeve bottomed out. Her mouth hung open and her eyes clenched shut as the demon easily worked a second finger in and began scissoring inside her wet walls.

 

“Pleasure filling your body. My words filling your mind. My lust filling your soul.”

 

Maeve thrust into her with an easy pace, letting the angel fall adjust to the sensations, coaxing her to catch onto the significance of pleasure. She was aware of it, but now she needed to understand it. And when Aurelia began rocking into her hand, Maeve knew she was ready.

 

“Yes, good girl!” The demon cooed. “Lean into it, fall deeper into pleasure. Fall deeper into trance. Remember, the deeper you go, the better it feels. Let pleasure consume you.”

 

The angel was responding so well. Her body began undulating, following the rhythm set by Maeve even when she sped up or slowed down. She was following her lead. She was obeying.

 

“Good girls get rewards.” Maeve hissed excitedly into her ear as she continued stroking, stoking the fire within and feeding her own lust into the angel until it was a roaring inferno. Until Aurelia was moaning wantonly with her eyes clenched, her hands gripping onto the restraints and her heels pressing into the mattress as she bucked her hips off the bed.

 

“Yesssss. Be hungry for pleasure. You need it. But you don’t even know what it is you’re searching for do you?”

 

A confused, needy whine answered her, Aurelia’s hazy eyes staring at nothing in particular. She was lost in the world that Maeve thrust her into.

 

The demon curled her fingers and angled it just so.

 

“Nggh-haa~!”

 

Maeve threw her head back in a laugh, thrusting much harder and faster. Leading the angel to a feverish peak.

 

“Move those hips. Harder. Faster! You want it. You need it. You want to cum Aurelia. That’s what you’re chasing. Your first orgasm. And I’m going to give it to you. Only I can give it to you.”

 

Aurelia downright mewled, her hips bucking so desperately for an end she didn’t understand. The muscles in her thighs tensed, strong as steel, raising her hips higher, opening her legs wider in an erotic display so exciting that Maeve almost gave in. But she held on for a little longer.

 

Oh, how sweet her moans. The angel’s mouth hung open and her pert nipples stood out erotically as her chest rose and fell quickly. Maeve indulged herself by wrapping her lips around them in turn, suckling and teasing as she pleased.

 

“Give yourself to pleasure, Aurelia. Accept it into you. Let my lust fill your soul. Give in to me. Give. In!” Maeve panted, hovering just above Aurelia’s face. She wanted to watch. She committed every delicious detail to memory as Aurelia was forced to experience so much pleasure that she fell into lust, into her control.

 

The angel screamed, her eyes wide as an unknown sensation hurtled towards her like a runaway train. Her breaths were thin and high pitched, her body taut and tense and hanging on the very precipice-!

 

Maeve mercilessly curled the pads of her fingers over Aurelia’s g-spot again and again.

 

“CUM! Obey and cum, Aurelia!”

 

Nothing escaped the angel except a high-pitched whine as her entire body arched off the bed. Her powerful, supple form shook for a moment in mid-air, before collapsing on the bed in lighter tremors. Maeve licked her lips, thoroughly delighted. But her hands did not rest.

 

All too easily she stroked and coaxed and teased and tempted the angel into another peak. And another. And another.

 

She lifted Aurelia’s leg over her shoulder, the restraints long gone. The angel bucked and rocked against her. Her walls clenching, wet, needy, hot.

 

“Cum.”

 

Her hips stilled for a moment. Her unfocused eyes almost seemed trained on Maeve’s own. Aurelia came with a silently cry.

 

“Good girl, so obedient.” The demon purred, thrusting slowly into her, rubbing her clit with her thumb.

 

She didn’t stop. And neither did the angel.

 

“Cum.”

 

“Ahhh~!”

 

Pearly white teeth glinted in the darkness. Sweat soaked bodies writhed against each other as a demon and an angel did what they did best. Corrupt. Obey.

 

Maeve had so much more to teach Aurelia.

 

“Cum.”