Angel Interrogated by a Succubus Part 3 (MF)

“Be back soon, I promise!” 

That was the last thing Miatakan said before she left Cassiel alone in his cold, stone cell again. The sneaky Succubus hadn’t even bothered to get dressed again after their passionate (and angry, on his end) fuck session just minutes earlier. 

She had seduced him against his better judgement, convinced him, an angel in the army of God, to sleep with the enemy. He had fallen prey to her wry sarcasm, physical beauty, and unbeknownst to him, a touch of seductive magic.

Now he was sitting alone, handcuffed to an uncomfortable metal chair, waiting around. He wasn’t sure what he would do if or when Mia came back. One half of him wanted to strangle her, to get revenge and try to set things somewhat right, but the other half of him wanted to feel her arms wrapped around him again, to hear her screams of pleasure as he forced her to orgasm harder than she had in millennia. 

With this battle raging in his head, he sat and waited. There was no way of telling time in the small cell, but it felt like hours before the male demon that had been assigned to guard his cell came in with some food. 

Like with the previous two weeks of his captivity, his “meal” consisted of some bread, a slightly overripe piece of fruit, and water. The guard uncuffed one of his hands to allow him to eat, then resecured him and left without a word spoken by either of them. 

The skimpy meal was the only way to mark time; it meant that it must be close to lunchtime if they fed him and he didn’t feel tired. He had been tortured for information before Mia had seen him, but he hadn’t revealed a thing, to his captor’s dismay. He had looked far worse previously, covered with burns and bruises, but the Succubus had sneaked him an enchanted piece of bread that had healed him significantly.

Now that he wasn’t being interrogated, time dragged on unbearably slowly. He imagined many scenarios in his head to entertain himself, ranging from snapping Mia’s neck, escaping, and begging for forgiveness from his comrades, to bending the demon over and pounding her into the next millennia. 

He was deep into one of such fantasies when he heard the door to the cell click, and swing open. Opening his eyes, he saw the guard fiddling with his armor at the waist, and Miatakan rising from her knees before walking in. 

She was wearing leather lingerie this time, a black getup that flaunted her curves in all the right ways. Whether she had been wearing real clothes over it, Cassiel couldn’t tell. 

“Were you practicing out there?” the angel asked with a smirk, recognizing what she had been doing on her knees in the hallway. 

“Well the asshole wouldn’t let me in,” she explained with mild anger. “Said I wasn’t authorized or something like that. I had to convince him *somehow*. You jealous?”

“Certainly not,” he replied. “Knowing you, you’ll probably kick him where the Sun doesn’t shine later.” 

“You know me so well,” the Succubus said sarcastically. “I hope you weren’t too bored without me, seems like the guard left you alone like I asked.”

“And just how long did you manage to stay away?” the angel replied, a cocky grin on his face despite still being cuffed to a chair. “You must be *really* desperate if you crawled back so soon.” 

Walking over to him, Mia took his chin in her hand and tilted his head up to look at her. “I’m not desperate,” she replied forcefully. “It’s been over half a day, and I’m only in here to check up on you. I’ll leave right now of you don’t want to see me. If anything…” 

Her other hand splayed itself against the angel’s chest, then began wandering lower until she felt the bulge in his robes. “If anything,” she said again, “You’re the one who’s happy to see me. Or were you just thinking about me before I came in?” 

Cassiel remained silent, hating that she read him so easily but not wanting to admit it. However, she saw through his silence. 

“I bet you *were* fantasizing about me,” she said, her voice growing more sensual with each passing moment. She leaned down more to give him an exquisite view down her bra, and went on. “I wonder what you were thinking about… Do you want to hurt me? Make me sorry I messed with a big tough angel?” 

Just to annoy him, she poked his cheek with the hand previously brushing his erection, making him growl. 

“Or were you dreaming about what you’d do if I freed you? Maybe force me to my knees, or shove me against the wall and ravish me? Hm?” 

“The first of those three options is sounding pretty good,” he muttered, drawing a smile from the demon. Agonizing slowly, she crawled into his lap, keeping her eyes locked with his all the while as she ended up straddling him. 

“Are you sure about that?” she asked, enjoying the way he went from angry and threatening to flustered and increasingly aroused as she climbed onto him. “Because you said you’d hurt me last time, and then fucked me like your life depended on it.” 

“It *did* depend on it,” he argued. “The guard said you’re the only thing keeping me from being executed.” 

Mia giggled, and replied, “Please. We both know you just couldn’t help yourself. You would’ve fucked me regardless of if I was the only thing between you and decapitation. And by the way, that guard is full of shit. You won’t be executed without me, you’ll be sent someone more serious where they *will* torture that information out of you.” 

“Well you certainly know how to kill a mood,” the angel joked, not keen to hear about more torture awaiting him. He was already haunted enough by the past two weeks. 

“Oh, but I think it makes sense,” she said, seductive once again. “You *need* me, even more than I need you. If I get bored, you get sent off to some despicable fate even *I* wouldn’t want to see. But you don’t just need me, you *want* me. Admit it.” 

Cassiel at first said nothing. Every righteous and moral impulse he had was telling him to resist her, to not fall prey to a demon’s wiles yet again. But oh, she was tempting. That perfect, curvy body, those striking eyes, the way she stared at him so intently, unafraid to show her desire and amusement. It all made him weaker than he ought to be, as an angel. 

Miatakan could see his conflict on his face, his chiseled features contorted into a small frown as he warred against his better judgement. She found it highly satisfying to watch his will to resist her slowly slip away, falling even further from the light he was supposed to represent and defend. 

Taking a risk, she decided to not use any of her magic to further aid her cause. She wanted to see if he would submit to her completely of his own accord, without her magic tipping the scales any. 

Instead, she began slowly grinding against him through their clothes, making them both even more aroused. Leaning in, she whispered, “Come on, just say it. What’s the harm, we’ve done this before, and I know you want to do it again. Just say the words, Cassiel.” 

The angel gulped, trying not to stare at her full lips inching closer to his. This felt both so utterly *wrong*, and so completely right. He both craved and despised her, because of what she’s done to him in such a short time. He should’ve been better than this, above such frivolous temptations… but he wasn’t. 

“I want this,” he whispered, as much an admission to himself as Mia. “I want *you*. I don’t want to want you, but I do.” 

Leaning in even further, Mia shushed him by replying, “I know, angel, I know. Just let go.” 

Before he could respond, she pressed her lips to his, tenderly at first. However, a bit to her surprise, Cassiel deepened it, straining his head forwards to kiss her even harder. Reciprocating, she pushed harder as well, forcing his head back into the chair as she opened her mouth to let his tongue in. 

He hungrily pushed into her mouth, tasting her as she pressed her whole body against him in a way that ignited a fire in his groin. He groaned into her mouth, a noise that was a mix of relief and anguish as he strained against his handcuffs. 

They made out passionately for what felt like an eternity, before Mia finally pulled away. Slightly winded, Cassiel asked, “How did you do this to me?” 

Smiling, she whispered his worst fear. “You did this to yourself. You chose this, chose *me*. I’m giving you what you want, nothing more. Tell me to stop, and I will.”

“Kiss me again.” 

She did so, happily returning her mouth to his as he tried to block out his guilt with her mouth. When she began humping him through their clothes, he groaned into her mouth again. He wished he could move his hands to feel her move, hold her as she sensually undulated in his lap. 

When she pulled away next, he asked breathlessly, “You didn’t hide that key inside you again, did you?”

She gave a small laugh, remembering that the last time she visited him, she had smuggled a key to his restraints into the cell by hiding it inside her womanhood. It had been quite fun to make him fish it out of her with his tongue, making her orgasm in the process.

However, she hadn’t needed to do the same thing again. Bribing the guard with her mouth had meant she could bring the same key in without having to hide it. She produced it from her bra and said, “No, I have it right here.” 

Cassiel waited expectantly for a few moments, then said, “Well unlock me then! You can’t expect me to do much when I can’t move my arms and legs…” 

Smirking, she closed the key in her fist and replied, “I will… for a price. You have to tell me exactly what you’re going to do when I let each limb free. Every dirty detail; I want to hear you tell me how depraved we’re going to be.”

Cassiel frowned, but as he opened his mouth to complain, he realized that it would accomplish nothing. He had to play her game if he wanted to be freed from this chair, no matter how painstakingly slow it would be. 

“Fine,” he muttered. “I’m going to reach my free hand into those underwear of yours, and tease you until you’re so wet that it starts dripping out of your panties. Then I’ll wait for you to beg me to start fingering you, then make you uncuff my other hand for it.”

Licking her lips in anticipation, Mia replied, “Aren’t you cunning? Go ahead, try and make me beg.” With that challenge, she unlocked the restrain on his right hand and let it free, then stuffed the key back into her bra. She continued grinding on him, feeling his hardness through their clothes as she awaited his touch. 

And touch her he did. Immediately, he slipped his hand into her underwear as promised. Already, he could feel her slickness, but he went to work teasing her. 

With two fingers, he spread her lips, working by feel as he used a third to brush her entrance. She gasped softly, tensing up as he *almost* pressed his middle finger into her, but not quite. 

“Y’know, that’s not bad, for someone who hasn’t gotten any in over a year,” she said, having to apply some effort to keep her voice steady. 

“Celestials don’t forget things easily,” he reminded her, shifting his hand inside her panties to brush his thumb across her clitoris. “You may fuck almost every day, but even though I don’t, I’ve had millennia of experience too.”

“A shame you don’t get to use your-” Mia began, cut off by another swipe of his thumb across her clit that made her gasp again. “your skills more often. *This* is the type of blessing I’d want from an angel…” 

With a smirk of his own, Cassiel replied, “You won’t think this is a blessing for long. I’m not stopping until you beg and let my other hand go, remember?” 

“I remember,” Mia replied, struggling to not moan as his fingers continued working her clit just enough to make her crave more. Soon, she couldn’t hold back her whimpers of pleasure any longer, and threw her head back to avoid looking at the angel’s smug smile. 

Cassiel switched tactics again, slowly rubbing from the bottom of her slit up to her clit, then down again. His hand was already drenched in her fluids, but true to his word, he didn’t stop. He would go until she was dripping onto his robes and begging for him to finally fingerfuck her already.

“I bet you *hate* this,” he murmured in her ear. “All your Succubus instinct must be urging you to just give in, to beg me for some real stimulation.” 

When she grit her teeth and didn’t respond, he mused, “It would be so easy, to just slip my fingers inside you like you so *desperately* want.” To demonstrate, he pressed his middle finger into her ever so slightly, not even to the first knuckle before pulling back. 

“You’re so soaking wet, I bet I could fit all ten of my fingers inside you without a problem. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Both hands finally working your insides like I know you want. Just ask nicely, and I’ll let you release my other hand to give that to you.” 

Much to his satisfaction, Cassiel saw the first drop of her juices leak out of her underwear and impact his robes, leaving a small damp spot on one of the few remaining white patches. 

Miatakan tried to resist, but her every urge was crying out for more pleasure, and she knew she wouldn’t get it without giving in. “Please,” she whimpered, rutting into his hand futilely. “Please do that, I’ll let your other hand go.” 

Cassiel let her squirm for a few seconds longer, then replied with a grin, “See, now you know how it feels. Unlock my other hand, and you can have both of them inside you if you want.” 

Instantly, the Succubus reached into her bra and retrieved the key again, then hurriedly pressed it into the lock on his other hand. Springing open, she watched his hand move towards her underwear, agonizingly slowly as his other hand still teased her. 

Then suddenly, his free hand seized the waistband of her leather panties, and ripped them clean off of her, Cassiel letting out a grunt of exertion as he tore through the tough material. Miatakan jumped in surprise and nearly fumbled the key, but managed to keep a hold of it and stuffed into her bra again for safekeeping. 

Now with unimpeded access to her, Cassiel brought his hands together flat in a praying position, giving him another twinge of guilt before he shoved it from his mind. With his fingertips, he teased her entrance for a few more seconds, then slowly pressed into her. 

Mia groaned in relief as he sank his fingers into her, the unusual hand position making a new sensation, which was saying something for a Succubus. She tried to sink down further, but the angel drew back his hands just as fast, making her grunt in frustration. 

“Slow down,” he teased. “You’ll get there eventually.” The demon growled in response, but didn’t try anything else as he began guiding his fingers back into her. 

As he’d thought, she was so wet and ready that when he maneuvered his fingers into a more round shape rather than flat against each other, his hands slipped into her easily. They sunk in to his third knuckles as he used his thumbs to gently pinch and roll her clitoris.  She moaned loudly, relieved to finally have what she wanted. 

“Hold still,” he instructed, “or I’ll take then out of you in a heartbeat.” Mia looked down at him with worried, needy eyes and went completely still. Satisfied, Cassiel began slowly moving his fingers in and out of her, thumbs still working away at her clit as she moaned and resisted the urge to rock her hips. 

Cassiel quickly realized that this hand position was going to leave him hardly able to move his fingers if he continued, so he switched tactics. Pulling his right hand out of her, he ignored her disappointed moan and instead began quickly rubbing her clit, replacing his thumbs. 

With his left hand, he curled his fingers to reach for the spot inside her he knew would make her turn to putty in his hands. He knew he’d found her G-spot when she gasped, and clenched her inner muscles, whispering, “Right there, please.” 

Obliging her, he worked both her clitoris and g-spot as best he could, knowing she wouldn’t last long under this onslaught of pleasure. Her moans filled the cell once more as she couldn’t help but rut into his hands. Cassiel considered reprimanding her for moving when he had told her not to, then decided against it, not wanting to piss off a demon lost in the throes of pleasure.

Soon, he could tell she was getting close to her climax. Her eyes looked more desperate, her moans were lower and more animalistic, and she had started groping her chest through her bra for that extra morsel of stimulation.

Seeing his chance, he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Now let my legs go, Mia. You want to cum, don’t you?” 

Glaring at him for daring to suggest not letting her orgasm, she growled, “*One*, and you better not slow down.” 

Grinning, the angel replied, “Oh no, I’m going to need both for what I’m about to do to you, so unlock them both.” 

“What are you… going to do… to me?” She asked between moans, still rocking her hips forward and back on his hands as she chased her impending orgasm. 

“Well after you remember how to think,” he began, enjoying feeling her squirm as he declared his intentions. “I’m going to push you against that wall and pound you so hard that the guard thinks I’m trying to kill you.” 

If it was possible to be even more aroused than she already was, Cassiel’s words did it for the Succubus. She was already struggling to think through the throbbing pleasure between her legs.

“Does that work for you?” the angel continued in a low, husky tone. “Will you let my legs go after, or should I stop my hands so you can do it now?” 

“Please don’t stop,” she said automatically, too close to her orgasm to care about begging. “I’ll let your legs go, I promise,” she continued in a strained voice. 

Satisfied, Cassiel nodded and continued working his fingers as fast as he could. Soon, Mia’s moans turned to screams, and she sink herself as far down onto his hands as she could go. 

A second later, he felt her insides clamp down in the telltale sign of her climax as her eyes glazed over. She leaned into his chest, her hips bucking wildly as she came literally in the palms of his hands. Cassiel continued his ministrations until her moans died down and she snuggled even further into him, momentarily exhausted. 

Then, he extracted his fingers from her, and gave her round ass a playful squeeze before reminding her, “My ankles, Mia. You agreed.”

Still sort of dazed, she nodded and climbed off of him. Kneeling between his legs, she fished the key out of her bra yet again and went to work unlocking his legs.

When they were both freed, he stretched his legs out for the first time in weeks. She looked so enticing between his legs, he considered altering the deal and asking for a blowjob, but decided against it. She had kept her word, and he would keep his. 

When she went to put the key back in her bra, he said with a grin, “Why don’t you take that off instead? No need to hide the key from me anymore.”

Now able to think a bit more clearly, Mia returned his smile and stood up. Reaching behind her to unsnap the garment, she teased the reveal of her round, perky breasts, revealing each inch of flawless skin slowly and seductively, before finally letting them pop free and tossing the garment aside.

Cassiel gave some mock applause, having enjoyed the show, then stood up in front of her. Taking the initiative, he suddenly seized her neck in his right hand and began pushing her towards the wall beside the door to the cell. 

She resisted him, trying to squirm away and push back, but it was clearly half-hearted given how easily he pushed her back against the wall and pinned her. Once he had boxed her in with his body, he removed his hand from her neck and brought it up to her mouth. 

His fingers, still coated in her juices from earlier, pressed against her lips until she parted her mouth and let him in. She immediately began sucking in his finger, licking them clean as she tasted herself and eyefucked him intensely. 

Her fuck-me eyes were so strong, Cassiel nearly took her right then, but he managed to resist. He wanted to be the one in charge this time, to make sure she didn’t forget that he was just as powerful as her, despite being a prisoner. 

“Turn around,” he ordered, retracting his fingers from her mouth to replace it with his other hand. She began licking these clean as well, but shoon her head at his order to turn. 

Frowning, Cassiel placed his right hand on her hip threateningly, and said again more firmly, “Turn around, Mia.” Again she stubbornly resisted, wanting him to *make* her turn. 

He obliged her wish, removing his left hand from her mouth, placing it in her other hip, and forcibly spinning her around and pinning her to the wall again. Her cheek was mashed against the cold stone wall, but her shiver was more from renewed arousal than the temperature of the wall. 

“Well?” she asked expectantly, sticking her ass out towards Cassiel as he held against the wall with a hand in her back. The angel smirked at her obedience now that he had handled her a bit, and decided to keep that up. With his other hand, he pulled her hips even further back, forcing her to bend over. 

He then quickly tugged his robes off, tossing them aside (rather symbolically, although he didn’t think that) to line himself up to the demon’s waiting pussy. With one mighty thrust, he slammed his cock home, bottoming out inside her as they both groaned. 

Gripping her hips, Cassiel began thrusting, long, deep strokes to enjoy the feeling of sinking his entire right inches into her over and over. 

“Lord Almighty, you’re so tight,” he groaned, too far gone from the light he was supposed to represent to care about taking his creator’s name in vain.

“You’re much bigger than I expected,” she moaned back. He was far from the beggedt she’d had in all her sexual shenanigans throughout history, but he was more than adequate to sate her eternal lust perfectly. 

Grinning at this admission, Cassiel began slamming his hips forward even more forcefully, making a loud slapping sound with each thrust. He pulled her hips back to meet his, while she braced her hands against the wall to help push herself back onto his cock. 

Now that he finally.hsd her back in his clutches, Cassiel made the most of it. He thrusted with reckless abandon, leaning over her and groaning in her ear as she moaned and looked back at him with eyes full of approval. 

Outside the cell, the guard demon once again grumbled to himself when he heard the sounds of passionate sex emanating from inside. He had managed to bullshit his way into a getting a blowjob from the crazy Succubus, but he still felt jealous. 

The head she had given him had easily been the best if his life, but it had almost been *too* good. He hadn’t lasted five minutes, and he knew that she thought even less of him now for it. The fact that she was fucking an angel twice in the same day annoyed him to no end, but he didn’t have the authority to do anything about it. 

So, the miffed guard simply continued standing around, trying to block out the sounds of slapping and moaning coming from less than a foot away from him through the cell wall. 

Back inside, Cassiel was growing even more bold. He had never had the opportunity to be so rough, and almost selfish with a lover, and he was taking full advantage. He had let go of Mia’s hips, and had instead snaked his hands in between her and wall to grab her tits. 

He kneaded them firmly, enjoying the feel of the firm flesh under his fingers. Leaning in even further, he held her like he owned her while she dropped a hand down to rub her clitoris.

Soon, their passionate fucking had brought them close to release. For all Cassiel’s focus and determination, he was still just a man, albeit a celestial one. Soon, he could no longer hold himself back from her glorious pussy, and he muttered in her ear, “I’m *so* close, Miatakan. You better cum soon…”

Hearing this, the Succubus doubled her efforts on her clit, desperately trying to orgasm before he did. Her moans became so loud that the angel clapped a hand over her mouth to stifle them. They both hurtled towards their peaks, both ready to lose themselves in pleasure. 

However, right at the penultimate moment, the door to the cell swung open and the guard strolled into the room. Both Mia and Cassiel jumped, but the Succubus immediately moaned, “Don’t stop, I don’t care if he sees.”

The angel was a bit more embarrassed, especially when the guard declared gruffly, “Time’s up, lovebirds,” but Mia felt too good to stop now. Seeing an opportunity to annoy his guard, Cassiel locked eyes with the demon with much more confidence than he felt as both he and Mia began to cum. 

The guard glared furiously at the two as they both groaned loudly, and Cassiel jutted his hips forward as deep as he could go to unload inside the Succubus. Her moans could be clearly heard even through the angel’s hand as her insides fluttered and she pushed back into Cassiel equally as hard as he had thrusted forward. 

Now angry rather than annoyed, the guard demon walked forward and forcefully pulled the angel away from. Mia, much to both their disappointment. One last dribble of semen dripped from his manhood, while Mia immediately stood up, looking furious at having the tail end of her orgasm ruined. 

Her and the guard got into a heated argument in Satanic that Cassiel couldn’t understand, which finally ended with the guard pointing out the door, and Mia leaving with what the angel had to assume was a string of profanity. 

The guard roughly pushed Cassiel back into the chair and cuffed him again, looking livid. Before he left, he gave the angel a solid slap across the face and growled, “If it were up to me, you’d be dead, angel scum. Don’t test me.” 

Reeling from being torn away from Mia’s wet insides and being slapped, Cassiel said nothing as the guard left. He sat alone again, naked this time on the cold metal chair, wondering if Mia could or would ever come back. 

He dearly hoped so.

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