again, but he refused
to hurt her.
“Please don’t stop, Jeremiel,” she said, licking up Haniel’s dick.
He shivered, unable to stop himself, and then began to move
gently. Too gently. He groaned, leaning his head against Haniel’s hip. “I don’t
know if I can do this.” He was going to cum, right the hell now.
Haniel grabbed his hair and held him tightly. “You can. Just go
slow.”
Jeremiel nodded, his cock sliding in again. There was no
resistance anymore. He glanced at Charmeine, hoping she was okay. She’d let go
of Haniel and was watching him. “I’ve got you,” Jeremiel said, trying to
reassure her.
She bit her lip as he sped up. She liked that, he could see it on
her face. Haniel let go of his hair and moved down until his mouth was just
over her pubic bone. Jeremiel slowed down even more, anticipating the moment
Haniel’s lips would touch them both. He didn’t have to wait long. His best
friend moved closer, then licked over Charmeine’s clit lightly. She cried out,
bucking until Jeremiel had to grab her hips. His cock swelled even more. Then
Haniel moved his mouth down and as Jeremiel pulled out, he licked the shaft.
“Fuck.” Jeremiel lost it. He shoved back in uncontrollably, only
to be stopped by Haniel’s hand. He’d wrapped it around the root of his cock,
keeping him from hurting Charmiene. He cupped Jeremiel’s balls, then leaned
down to lick Charmiene again. He did this over and over until Jeremiel thought
he’d lose his mind. He was so close, yet Haniel kept him from going over the
edge with his tight fist on his dick. It was agony and ecstasy, all at the same
time. Watching Charmeine thrash on the bed, he knew she was feeling the same
thing.
“Please,” he panted, all control lost. His legacy marks burned,
almost feeling like he had to shift, but that was impossible. He hadn’t lost
control of himself in years. When Haniel guided him out of Charmeine and into
his mouth, he growled as the sensations spreading from his cock through his
spine triggered the change. He reared up, hands going wide, and abruptly his
wings erupted more violently than he could ever remember. It didn’t hurt, not
exactly, but it wasn’t precisely pleasant.
“Oh my God,” Charmeine breathed, staring as his wings spread out
behind him. “You really are an angel.” Her incredulous tone told him she
hadn’t really believed it.
Too late now to deny anything, Jeremiel realized. He shuddered, cock still aching, even as he
stretched out, working free the kinks in his wing bones. Haniel had backed off,
eyes bright with joy and a touch of sadness. Jeremiel touched his face, and
Haniel smiled, thank God. Then he guided Jeremiel’s prick back down into
Charmeine’s soft heat.
She trembled as he entered her, so swollen he knew she could feel
every ridge and bump as he let himself sink inside. Haniel lay down beside
Charmeine, hands on his own dick. When Charmeine reached over and wrapped her
fingers around his cock, Haniel groaned, spine arching. He rolled closer,
fingers going to her clit. He was incredibly thick and Jeremiel knew he was
close. Watching them touch each other triggered his climax and he cried out,
wings almost taking him off the bed as the pleasure ripped through him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Haniel murmured, but Jeremiel barely heard him.
His cock pulsed once, twice, then again and he fell forward, trying not to
crush Charmeine.
“Gorgeous,” Haniel said, kissing Jeremiel’s jaw.
Charmeine squirmed beneath him, and with an act of extraordinary
will, he moved off her, falling to the bed. She protested, but Haniel was
already moving, rolling her so that her back was to Jeremiel. He cradled her
with arms and wings, and then Haniel was sliding inside her. The look on his
best friend’s face was almost more than Jeremiel could bear, but he couldn’t
turn away. He loved him. The realization nearly broke him, but he shoved the
thought down before he could lose it. He already knew he
to hurt her.
“Please don’t stop, Jeremiel,” she said, licking up Haniel’s dick.
He shivered, unable to stop himself, and then began to move
gently. Too gently. He groaned, leaning his head against Haniel’s hip. “I don’t
know if I can do this.” He was going to cum, right the hell now.
Haniel grabbed his hair and held him tightly. “You can. Just go
slow.”
Jeremiel nodded, his cock sliding in again. There was no
resistance anymore. He glanced at Charmeine, hoping she was okay. She’d let go
of Haniel and was watching him. “I’ve got you,” Jeremiel said, trying to
reassure her.
She bit her lip as he sped up. She liked that, he could see it on
her face. Haniel let go of his hair and moved down until his mouth was just
over her pubic bone. Jeremiel slowed down even more, anticipating the moment
Haniel’s lips would touch them both. He didn’t have to wait long. His best
friend moved closer, then licked over Charmeine’s clit lightly. She cried out,
bucking until Jeremiel had to grab her hips. His cock swelled even more. Then
Haniel moved his mouth down and as Jeremiel pulled out, he licked the shaft.
“Fuck.” Jeremiel lost it. He shoved back in uncontrollably, only
to be stopped by Haniel’s hand. He’d wrapped it around the root of his cock,
keeping him from hurting Charmiene. He cupped Jeremiel’s balls, then leaned
down to lick Charmiene again. He did this over and over until Jeremiel thought
he’d lose his mind. He was so close, yet Haniel kept him from going over the
edge with his tight fist on his dick. It was agony and ecstasy, all at the same
time. Watching Charmeine thrash on the bed, he knew she was feeling the same
thing.
“Please,” he panted, all control lost. His legacy marks burned,
almost feeling like he had to shift, but that was impossible. He hadn’t lost
control of himself in years. When Haniel guided him out of Charmeine and into
his mouth, he growled as the sensations spreading from his cock through his
spine triggered the change. He reared up, hands going wide, and abruptly his
wings erupted more violently than he could ever remember. It didn’t hurt, not
exactly, but it wasn’t precisely pleasant.
“Oh my God,” Charmeine breathed, staring as his wings spread out
behind him. “You really are an angel.” Her incredulous tone told him she
hadn’t really believed it.
Too late now to deny anything, Jeremiel realized. He shuddered, cock still aching, even as he
stretched out, working free the kinks in his wing bones. Haniel had backed off,
eyes bright with joy and a touch of sadness. Jeremiel touched his face, and
Haniel smiled, thank God. Then he guided Jeremiel’s prick back down into
Charmeine’s soft heat.
She trembled as he entered her, so swollen he knew she could feel
every ridge and bump as he let himself sink inside. Haniel lay down beside
Charmeine, hands on his own dick. When Charmeine reached over and wrapped her
fingers around his cock, Haniel groaned, spine arching. He rolled closer,
fingers going to her clit. He was incredibly thick and Jeremiel knew he was
close. Watching them touch each other triggered his climax and he cried out,
wings almost taking him off the bed as the pleasure ripped through him.
“Yeah, that’s it,” Haniel murmured, but Jeremiel barely heard him.
His cock pulsed once, twice, then again and he fell forward, trying not to
crush Charmeine.
“Gorgeous,” Haniel said, kissing Jeremiel’s jaw.
Charmeine squirmed beneath him, and with an act of extraordinary
will, he moved off her, falling to the bed. She protested, but Haniel was
already moving, rolling her so that her back was to Jeremiel. He cradled her
with arms and wings, and then Haniel was sliding inside her. The look on his
best friend’s face was almost more than Jeremiel could bear, but he couldn’t
turn away. He loved him. The realization nearly broke him, but he shoved the
thought down before he could lose it. He already knew he
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