[ Ruby's look of pleased, apparently perfectly untroubled amusement has barely slipped since she started all of this, but it takes on a more intent, sensual tone when she's able to lock eyes with him while he watches her strip. She knows it must all be because of the fact that he's so helplessly chained to his vessel, unable to resist being drawn into the carnal urges that come with it where she willingly embraces hers, but he's already been 'broken' by his own admission. Too human, he said. Maybe this is something that goes deeper than the flood of hormones she's so shamelessly encouraged.
It's an interesting thought. He's an interesting angel. Too dangerous to play with, but at the same time still too potentially useful to ignore. It wouldn't be the first time that Ruby's played with fire, and she couldn't deny the fact that she gets a thrill out of it.
Her dark eyes are still fixed on his face as he finally utters a name, and her head tilts thoughtfully, briefly catching her bottom lip in her teeth while she considers it.
Then the smile is back, just as devious as ever as she makes a thoughtful hum and slowly slips her fingers from his feathers for now and lets them trail to his hips, catching onto them while she sinks toward the floor, close enough that her breath is warm against his skin all the way down his chest and stomach, and then her lips are hovering just above his cock.
She thinks that the feathers might be even more sensitive to stimulation than this, but she's still learning how to manipulate those. Here she knows exactly what to do. ]
Tell me about Sam.
[ The words are purred, and she's still gazing up at him while her tongue traces a warm, wet line across the tip of his cock. As fun as it would be to completely blow what's left of his mind, she doesn't want to incapacitate him just yet. She wants him to talk, after all. If he decides to be cooperative and give her what she wants, she'll encourage him to continue with more strokes of her tongue and even some gentle sucking.
If he can somehow work up enough rebelliousness to refuse she won't be too disappointed. There's still a lot she can do to him. ]
[ His eyelashes shiver as his eyelids flicker, trying and fighting to keep his eyes open at all when there is so much going on that is so important to watch. Ruby's gaze hold on his own, but she smiles, and he feels his heart sink, watching her sink down to her knees, her naked body now completely irrelevant but for the fingers on his hips and the swell of her bottom lip, freshly bitten.
As an angel, of course, he knew about oral sex. It was one of those strange conundrums about humanity that made it upstairs, confusing any angel which heard about it, and yet humans were hardly the only species to engage in either that or masturbation. Even horses masturbated; it was so strange that they associated it with the devil. But there still seemed something so strange about them putting their mouths on each other's genitals, even enjoying it.
That was, until Castiel was the one with hot breath whispering against his turgid arousal, the heat racing over his body, making the ends of his feathers shiver in their bondage. Even just the hint of touch was wrecking him. Castiel had no idea what would happen when she actually touched him.
Under any circumstance but this, he might have even answered her question, but she stared up at him, and he stared down at her, and then she put her tongue on the tip. He moaned softly, a helpless act of pure desire, no rebellion at all in it. He hadn't been made, or taught, to fight anything like this, and, damn it, nobody else had ever even tried. His chest swelled as he took in a breath after his moan, and he let it out in another as she blatantly refused to continue. ]
If I tell you... If I tell you, will you...
[ Let me go? Not even the first thing on his mind right now. He tried to arch his neck to get closer to her, as though that would make what he wanted to ask for more private. ]
Will you... Please, will you put your mouth on me? I only know that I need it...I need it.
[ The idea of a contract with an angel is beyond ridiculous, of course, but so is the idea of having one completely at her mercy. She doesn't rank very high when it comes to brute strength, though part of that relative weakness is just a strategic bluff to help her avoid too much attention, definitely nowhere near the level of demons like Lilith. The idea of having anything to do with an angel is pretty ludicrous for her, but now that she has the opportunity spread out so attractively in front of her, she can't say turn it down. Besides, if anyone were to manage to break in, it wouldn't be too hard to slip out before they even knew she was here. Lilith would make sure that he didn't break free to cause trouble for them.
For now she has him to herself, and she's not going to give that up before she has to.
Castiel's words might lack in the eloquence of experience, they more than make up for it with earnest desperation, and that does more for her than any amount of skilled dirty talk. To have such a powerful, impressive and arrogant creature begging for her attention would be enough to get any demon going, and she's no exception. She doesn't bother to hide the fact that it has her drawing in a breath with heated anticipation, exhaled in a pleased sigh as she pulls herself back up toward his mouth, her lips curving in another smile. Suddenly one of those feathers that she'd plucked out is back in her hand so that she can flick it teasingly along that still-wet line she just licked.
She's curious to see how he might react to the fact that what his words and his movements genuinely arouse her. She's not at all shy about pressing her soft, lithe vessel against his strained and bloody one, her pulse maybe beating hard enough for him to feel it where their bodies touch, enough to bring a flush to her otherwise pale skin. Unlike him, though, she knows exactly how to handle it. ]
Alright, angel. You talk, I'll show you why this is popular with those humans you're so fond of.
[ When she sinks down again, her fingers latching onto his hips once more, it's with more purpose than the last time. The long, slow licks that she trails along his cock are clearly intended to work over very line and curve of it, working all the way down to his balls. It all still hinges on his willingness to speak, of course. She'll allow him time to stutter and gasp all he likes, even encourage it, but if he starts slipping too far she'll use merciless teasing to bring his attention back to her. ]
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It's an interesting thought. He's an interesting angel. Too dangerous to play with, but at the same time still too potentially useful to ignore. It wouldn't be the first time that Ruby's played with fire, and she couldn't deny the fact that she gets a thrill out of it.
Her dark eyes are still fixed on his face as he finally utters a name, and her head tilts thoughtfully, briefly catching her bottom lip in her teeth while she considers it.
Then the smile is back, just as devious as ever as she makes a thoughtful hum and slowly slips her fingers from his feathers for now and lets them trail to his hips, catching onto them while she sinks toward the floor, close enough that her breath is warm against his skin all the way down his chest and stomach, and then her lips are hovering just above his cock.
She thinks that the feathers might be even more sensitive to stimulation than this, but she's still learning how to manipulate those. Here she knows exactly what to do. ]
Tell me about Sam.
[ The words are purred, and she's still gazing up at him while her tongue traces a warm, wet line across the tip of his cock. As fun as it would be to completely blow what's left of his mind, she doesn't want to incapacitate him just yet. She wants him to talk, after all. If he decides to be cooperative and give her what she wants, she'll encourage him to continue with more strokes of her tongue and even some gentle sucking.
If he can somehow work up enough rebelliousness to refuse she won't be too disappointed. There's still a lot she can do to him. ]
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As an angel, of course, he knew about oral sex. It was one of those strange conundrums about humanity that made it upstairs, confusing any angel which heard about it, and yet humans were hardly the only species to engage in either that or masturbation. Even horses masturbated; it was so strange that they associated it with the devil. But there still seemed something so strange about them putting their mouths on each other's genitals, even enjoying it.
That was, until Castiel was the one with hot breath whispering against his turgid arousal, the heat racing over his body, making the ends of his feathers shiver in their bondage. Even just the hint of touch was wrecking him. Castiel had no idea what would happen when she actually touched him.
Under any circumstance but this, he might have even answered her question, but she stared up at him, and he stared down at her, and then she put her tongue on the tip. He moaned softly, a helpless act of pure desire, no rebellion at all in it. He hadn't been made, or taught, to fight anything like this, and, damn it, nobody else had ever even tried. His chest swelled as he took in a breath after his moan, and he let it out in another as she blatantly refused to continue. ]
If I tell you... If I tell you, will you...
[ Let me go? Not even the first thing on his mind right now. He tried to arch his neck to get closer to her, as though that would make what he wanted to ask for more private. ]
Will you... Please, will you put your mouth on me? I only know that I need it...I need it.
I'm sorry this took forever ._.
[ The idea of a contract with an angel is beyond ridiculous, of course, but so is the idea of having one completely at her mercy. She doesn't rank very high when it comes to brute strength, though part of that relative weakness is just a strategic bluff to help her avoid too much attention, definitely nowhere near the level of demons like Lilith. The idea of having anything to do with an angel is pretty ludicrous for her, but now that she has the opportunity spread out so attractively in front of her, she can't say turn it down. Besides, if anyone were to manage to break in, it wouldn't be too hard to slip out before they even knew she was here. Lilith would make sure that he didn't break free to cause trouble for them.
For now she has him to herself, and she's not going to give that up before she has to.
Castiel's words might lack in the eloquence of experience, they more than make up for it with earnest desperation, and that does more for her than any amount of skilled dirty talk. To have such a powerful, impressive and arrogant creature begging for her attention would be enough to get any demon going, and she's no exception. She doesn't bother to hide the fact that it has her drawing in a breath with heated anticipation, exhaled in a pleased sigh as she pulls herself back up toward his mouth, her lips curving in another smile. Suddenly one of those feathers that she'd plucked out is back in her hand so that she can flick it teasingly along that still-wet line she just licked.
She's curious to see how he might react to the fact that what his words and his movements genuinely arouse her. She's not at all shy about pressing her soft, lithe vessel against his strained and bloody one, her pulse maybe beating hard enough for him to feel it where their bodies touch, enough to bring a flush to her otherwise pale skin. Unlike him, though, she knows exactly how to handle it. ]
Alright, angel. You talk, I'll show you why this is popular with those humans you're so fond of.
[ When she sinks down again, her fingers latching onto his hips once more, it's with more purpose than the last time. The long, slow licks that she trails along his cock are clearly intended to work over very line and curve of it, working all the way down to his balls. It all still hinges on his willingness to speak, of course. She'll allow him time to stutter and gasp all he likes, even encourage it, but if he starts slipping too far she'll use merciless teasing to bring his attention back to her. ]