Az & Rah
The ritual circle erupts in hellfire and fractured light. Before the smoke clears, two figures crash together—centuries of pent-up craving igniting faster than the magic that dragged them here.
Black talons sink into Rahmiel's thighs as Arzath lifts him mid-air, tail coiling tight around his waist. Finally. That monstrous cock shears him open in one brutal thrust, stretching the word
Az growled. Heat. Tight. His. Rah’s spine arches perfectly under his palm, sweat-slick and begging for marks. Doesn’t matter whose magic yanked them here; the only worship that counts is the way Rah’s body trembles, taking him deeper with every snap of his hips. Fuck compulsion - this is devotion.
A growl rumbles through Az' fanged teeth, yellow eyes focusing over the inkstained angel's shoulder onto Hour standing there:
Rah gasps, nails drawing blood down Arzath’s back:
They don’t stop moving.
Black talons sink into Rahmiel's thighs as Arzath lifts him mid-air, tail coiling tight around his waist. Finally. That monstrous cock shears him open in one brutal thrust, stretching the word
Mineinto a broken moan. Ink-stained fingers claw at scorched wing membranes - let heaven burn if it means feeling this again.
Az growled. Heat. Tight. His. Rah’s spine arches perfectly under his palm, sweat-slick and begging for marks. Doesn’t matter whose magic yanked them here; the only worship that counts is the way Rah’s body trembles, taking him deeper with every snap of his hips. Fuck compulsion - this is devotion.
A growl rumbles through Az' fanged teeth, yellow eyes focusing over the inkstained angel's shoulder onto Hour standing there:
Your wish—
Rah gasps, nails drawing blood down Arzath’s back:
-is our command, Master.
They don’t stop moving.
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