Angel Interrogated by a Succubus (MF)

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Thousands of years ago, before a god with a capital G was even a thought in human minds, there was a great and terrible war that puts all human conflicts to shame. This War in Heaven was fought between the armies of angels led by the archangels themselves, and the demons of Lucifer, who were invading Heaven to avenge Lucifer’s exile. The casualties of both sides measured in the tens of millions, and each side did whatever they had to to win. Anything.

As such, whenever an enemy soldier was captured, the other side made sure to milk them for as much information as they could provide. Even the “holy” side wasn’t above torturing a demon or two to get intel on where the next attack would be, or how many demons were truly left up above.

However, in comparison, interrogations by angels were tame. Lucifer and his armies wouldn’t bat an eye at things that would make any right-minded angel (or human) look away in disgust and sympathy. So, when an angel named Cassiel appeared to have some juicy information, he was tortured mercilessly.

However, this Cassiel was stubborn and strong-willed, and refused to crack. Both he and his captors figured that he would.just be executed when he wouldn’t talk, but a… new approach presented itself.

“You’re sure you can make him talk?” the guard asked, standing outside the cell containing the captured angel.

“Oh, I’m certain,” the woman said with a smile. Her name was Miatakan, and she was what we consider to be a Succubus. Apart from the obvious sex appeal and charm, she could choose whether or not to drain her lover’s life force or not during sex, to feed her own. However, she didn’t *need* to do that very often to sustain herself, so most of the time when she got horny (which *was* often) she just picked some lucky demon and got herself off, then continued with her existence.

“Well, if you think so,” the guard said, struggling to keep his red eyes on the woman’s face and not looking down her low cut top. His armor suddenly seemed even less comfortable than usual, and he internally cursed the fact that this angel got to interact with this Succubus more than he did.

Nevertheless, he unlocked and opened the door to the cell and stepped aside, allowing Miatakan to step inside before shutting the door again. The room was mostly soundproof, with only the loudest of noises getting through. Usually those would be screams of agony, but the guard had a sinking feeling that it might be a different kind of screaming soon, if the woman is to be believed…

Wrenching his swollen eyes open, Cassiel made an effort to lift his head when he heard someone enter. However, his head felt like it was made of lead, so he settled for muttering, “I’m not going to tell you anything.”

Miatakan stopped and regarded the angel. He sat handcuffed to a sturdy metal chair, and he truly looked like hell, pun intended. His body was marred with burns and cuts, his robes were more red with his blood than their usual brilliant white, and it seems that he no longer has the strength to even lift his head.

His eyes were nearly sworn shut, his hair was matted and bloody, and his nose was clearly broken, likely more than once. In all honesty, she’s surprised he didn’t look worse. From what she’d heard, some divisions extracted information by cutting off limbs one inch at a time. He was lucky he was captured in a backwater sector and he isn’t *hugely* important.

They still needed his information though; it would help the war effort significantly in this area, and with the way the war had been going, the demons needed any win they could get. What was more, underneath all the blood and bruises, she could recognize that he was probably a handsome man. Of course, that was kind of why she offered her services in the first place, but seeing him in person confirms her hunch.

“I didn’t even ask anything,” Miatakan said innocently, prompting Cassiel to again try and turn his head to look at her. He looked surprised to hear her voice, but then again, he was used to the harsh baritones of huge, very male guards trying to beat information out of him. He likely hadn’t seen a woman at all since his capture two weeks ago.

This time, he managed to catch a glimpse of her bare, slender legs, going upwards towards the rest of her that he can’t lift his head enough to look at. However, just the glimpse he got was enough to reveal that she wasn’t the usual demon to come in and interrogate him. Unlike the others, her skin was smooth and flawless, tanned from being in the heavenly Sun for a while. On her feet were a pair of simple sandals, revealing a perfect pedicure and nails painted blood red.

“What do you want, then?” He grunted, letting his head hang again. He was well beyond trying to look tough and confident, but still that fiery spirit remained to get him through his interrogations. So far.

“I just want to talk,” Miatakan said cryptically, walking over and squatting down in front of him so he could see the rest of her.

Her hair was jet black, falling loosely around her shoulders and going halfway down her back. It was glossy and full, and the few strands that brushed Cassiel’s leg revealed it was incredibly soft and smooth as well. Far from the greasy, bloody mess atop his own head.

Moving downwards, he studied her face. Her eyes were a piercing green, and fixed firmly on his own blue ones. Her features were soft, yet had a subtle hint of angularity, as if hiding great power underneath the flowing structure. Given that she was a demon, it was probably true.

Her mouth was closed, the corners upturned in the smallest of smiles as they regarded each other. Her lips were full, and it almost looked like she was wearing… lipstick? No, she wiped something from her lip and nothing happened. They’re just naturally more red than most beings, the angel decided.

Moving downward still, he saw that she was wearing a low cut shirt, made of the standard leather that demons seem to like. It flaunted her ample cleavage, and he forced his eyes to continue on. Going further down still, he saw a skintight pair of athletic shorts that went down to mid-thigh, covering just enough to be modest, but revealing just enough to make him want to see a bit more.

“Stop that,” he thought to himself, bringing his eyes back up to hers. “She’s a demon, and she’s probably here to execute me.”

Standing up again, she gently cupped a hand beneath his chin to lift his head, and continued, “I admire your willpower. Most angels would have broken by now. You deserve a break.”

“Yeah well, something tells me I’m not going to get one,” he quipped, trying to smile but ending up grimacing.

“No, I mean it,” Miatakan argued. “You deserve some rest and relaxation, that’s what I’m here for.” Letting go of his chin, she reached into the back pocket of her shorts and produced a thin wafer of bread, almost like a saltine.

“Just eat this, and you’ll feel much better,” she instructed, beginning to bring it towards his mouth.

“And what is it?” He asked, eyeing the cracker suspiciously. “How do I know this won’t kill me?”

“Because I’m telling you it won’t,” she replied with a small smile. “And even if it did, that would be a win for you. No more pain, and you can die knowing you didn’t betray your comrades.

“Well when you put it that way,” he replied, then opened his mouth. The demon placed the wafer in his mouth, and he began to chew. It tasted like an ordinary cracker, so he chewed it up and swallowed. At first, nothing happened, and he was about to ask what it was supposed to do, when he felt something strange.

Suddenly, the various aches and pains he had began to lessen. His broken nose no longer felt like it was on fire, and his wrists even began to stop aching, despite still being cuffed to the armrests.

As all his pain began to subside, he let out a sigh of relief. He couldn’t see it, but his cuts and bruises were fading as well. His eyes were becoming less swollen by the second, and his skin was going from the pallor brought on by being kept inside and tortured, back to his normal skin tone, close to the demon’s.

Fully opening his eyes for the first time in almost two weeks, he cast a dubious but grateful glance up at the woman and asked, “What was that?”

Smiling mischievously, she replied, “You don’t think we heal from sword wounds all by ourselves, do you? You angels have healers, and we have…”

“Enchanted bread,” Cassiel finished with a smirk of his own. Arching his back to stretch, he asked more seriously, “Why’d you give that to me? Are you just going to beat me all over again?”

Looking taken aback, Miatakan replied, “No, no, nothing like that. I simply gave it to you because you’ll want to be at full strength for what I have in mind. And do keep quiet about it, I doubt the guards will appreciate me healing their captive.”

Now more confused than ever, Cassiel wonders what’s really going on. It seems like she means well, but he’s learned time and time again to never trust demons further than you can throw them, which even with celestial strength, isn’t far.

Likewise, Miatakan wondered what he thought of her so far. He hasn’t accused her of anything drastic, and his glances down her shirt have revealed that he’s at least a little interested, but just like under normal interrogation, he’s a tough nut to crack.

“And just what did you have in mind?” The angel asked, realizing he still didn’t know her name.

Giggling, she replied, “You’ll see, Cassiel, I think you’ll love it. I’m Miatakan by the way. Just Mia if you want.”

Raising one eyebrow, Samiel responded humorously, “It hasn’t been awful meeting you so far. I don’t suppose you’ll uncuff me too, since you already healed me?”

Grinning, the demon replied, “Not yet, but maybe if you behave. I’m sure you’ll be able me to… convince me.”

Unsure of how to respond to that, Cassiel remained silent, waiting to see if she’d go on. After a few moments, she did.
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“You see… I *am* going to get that intel out of you,” she declared. Seeing his shoulders sag with realization, she quickly went on, “But don’t worry, I won’t hurt you one bit… unless you want me to. In fact, I think you’ll find that I’m going to give you the best time of your life. So just relax, and let me help you out.”

As she spoke, Mia began slowly closing the distance between them again, and when she was standing between the angel’s cuffed ankles, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his.

Completely blindsided by this development, Cassiel let her kiss him freely, still trying to process. This admittedly gorgeous demon wants his information, but is also going to give him the time of his life? Surely she doesn’t mean…

As she pushed her tongue against his lips, trying to gain access to his mouth, he realized what she must mean. “Lord, give me strength,” he thought to himself as she forced her tongue into his mouth, passionately kissing him.

To both his excitement and worry, he found himself kissing her back, pressing his head forward and meeting her tongue with his. It had been a long while even before he got captured that he had had time for a committed relationship, being a low level commander in the war and all, so even though this woman was a Succubus, an enemy, he couldn’t help but feel a fire pooling in his stomach, and slowly moving lower…

After what felt like both an eternity and only a few seconds, she pulled away, leaving him gasping for breath and both relieved and disappointed.

“It must have been very *hard*…” Miatakan began, “going for so long not being able to do anything like this. Always worrying about your troops, never indulging yourself. You deserve this.”

“Angels are selfless,” he replied automatically, “We put others before ourselves, unlike your kind. We don’t *indulge* in things like this whenever we want.”

“Sounds awful,” she admitted, kneeling down between his legs as he watched attentively. “But I promise, I’m thinking just as much about you as myself right now. And by the looks of it…” She brought her hand up to palm him through his robes, and felt his erection growing against his will. “You’re enjoying this *indulgence* too…”

Gulping, Cassiel struggled to contain his thoughts and reactions. This was a *demon*, created to oppose everything he stood for, and yet he found himself turning to putty under her touch. He ought to be furious, shouting at her for daring to violate an angel like this, but instead he only watched as she continued rubbing him through his robe, coaxing him to his full length as she licked her lips seductively.

“I… I…” he stammered, internally warring with himself. “I’m not enjoying this” he finally managed, putting on a brave face and taking a deep breath to calm himself. This was just another dirty trick by the demons to try and get him to cough up his information. He wouldn’t betray his comrades, even if it meant trying to resist the wiles of a Succubus.

“Really,” she replied, unimpressed. “I think you’re lying, but just to make sure, I’ll give you a bit more. I’m sure you’re dying for some action after being cooped up in here for so long. Just let me take care of that little problem beneath your robes. Or rather, a large problem,” she finished with a wink, making Cassiel blush.

Before he could reply, she went to work tugging his robes up and to the side, since he couldn’t take them off the normal way due to being cuffed to the chair. Her face went from his eyes to his underwear when she saw the bulge in them, and she smiled to herself.

Cassiel remained silent, too conflicted to either encourage or reprimand her. He wished he had the courage to tell her to stop, but in truth, he really was dying to see where this goes. It wasn’t everyday that a gorgeous woman offered to “take care of you,” even if you were a commander in the armies of Heaven. He should’ve been disgusted by these impure thoughts, but weeks of captivity and mental strain had warped him more than he cared to admit.

So, he watched eagerly as the seductress slowly hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers, and began tugging them down. He maneuvered his hips to get all the excess material from his robes out of the way to give himself an unimpeded view as his cock sprung free of its fabric prison.

It nearly hit Mia in the face as it came to attention, his full eight inches standing tall as the demon stared at it with desire. All this action was starting to get to her as well; as a Succubus, she can’t help but have a very high sex drive, even without having to be cooped up and interrogated for weeks first.

“Are all of you so well armed?” She asked teasingly, letting him squirm a bit before she touched him.

“Just a gift from God,” Cassiel joked unthinkingly, before wincing to himself. If any other angels had heard him say that, he’d probably be demoted for blasphemy, but in the moment, he didn’t care. His will to resist was rapidly fading, replaced with a growing lust as the gorgeous demon eyed his cock with interest.

Smiling, she shot back, “Well consider this a gift from Lucifer then.” Without further ado, she stuck out her tongue and began lightly licking his shaft. Her tongue flicked along his length, fleeting touches just long enough to coat his length with a layer of her spit as he gasped and groaned.

She relished watching his fingers clench on the armrests, and feeling his member twitch whenever she licked it, knowing just how much she had affected him already. His cock throbbed, and the rest of him ached with anticipation as she got him nice and wet.

Pausing, she gave him a smirk and asked, “What’s the magic word?” He blinked once, then twice, then realized what she wanted him to say.

Now, he paused a moment to think a bit more rationally. How could he in good conscience beg a *demon* to suck him off? This goes against every rule there is; he’d likely be cast out of Heaven for this if anyone found out. Even going this far was dangerous ground, but actively and willingly having sex with a Succubus? That went against everything he believed and stood for.

He was about to tell her to stop, to call everything off, when she wrapped her hand around his shaft and began gently stroking him. He could hear the quiet squelching of her spit as she squeezed him just hard enough to feel pleasurable, but not hard enough to give him the pleasure he wants.

It was on purpose, he realized, trying to manipulate him into saying please, but it was working. His mind battled with his body, but as he continued looking into Mia’s beautiful, hungry eyes, his mind lost.

“Please,” he murmured, feeling both ashamed and excited. He was going against all of Heaven now, but the feeling of her hand (and hopefully soon her mouth) was too good to resist.

Satisfied, the demon removed her hand and replied seductively, “Your wish is my command.” She then brought her mouth forward again, and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. Almost immediately, she began sucking, gently bobbing her head along his length about halfway as the angel groaned.

A million thoughts raced through his head, most of them concerning how wonderful her mouth already felt, and how completely morally wrong this was. “Too late to stop now,” he thought to himself, trying to justify the fact that he didn’t want her to stop one bit.

His celestial senses became hyper-attentive as she worked his shaft. He heard the faint sound of her breathing as she inhaled every other stroke, felt the few stray hairs of hers brushing against his leg, and saw the way she looked at his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in all three planes of existence. He could even smell her, he thought, a subtle scent that he couldn’t identify as anything he could describe, but intoxicating nonetheless. He took deep breaths through his nose, inhaling her essence by the lungful, relishing the smell as she sucked him off.

Miatakan smiled to herself when she heard Cassiel breathing deeply. She couldn’t take *all* the credit for seducing him; she had a bit of help. As a Succubus, she could emit a faint, but potentially very powerful form of magic that served as essentially a concentrated aphrodisiac. It took the form of a faint but unique smell, and caused anyone who could smell it to be put at ease and be more susceptible to her charms.

It wasn’t all-powerful though; stronger willed individuals could resist it, and even figure out what it is if they realize they only feel all mushy inside whenever they can smell her. However, with the angel both unable to get away from her intoxicating scent, and already severely psychologically strained, it seemed that her magic did its work perfectly.

“Mmmm, see, I told you to just relax and let me take care of you,” she said playfully, replacing her mouth with a pumping hand while she spoke.

“Yeah, yeah you were right,” the angel said, anxious to be back inside the warm, wet confines of her mouth. It had been far too long since he’d gotten any; his last committed relationship had been over a year and a half ago, before the war. His girlfriend at the time, Sarathiel, hadn’t wanted to have a long-distance thing when they had to go off to their separate army units to prepare for the impending war, so they had broken up on good terms. However, since then, he hadn’t had the time to look for a new romantic interest, let alone build up a relationship to the point of sex.

Of course, that hadn’t really bothered him before now, since angels aren’t really motivated by sex unless they’re actively having it, but now that a literal sex demon is on her knees in front of him, he can’t help but be impatient to be back in her mouth.

“Ooh, so eager,” she teased. “What, can’t stand to not have my mouth on you? If only your Creator could see you now…”

Cassiel hung his head, knowing she was right, but still too full of desire to stop. The Succubus grinned as he still didn’t ask her to stop, knowing she fully has him now. It wouldn’t be long before he’d be begging and coughing up any information she wants.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make you beg again, for now,” she said ominously, before returning her mouth to his shaft. She went deeper this time, taking six of his right inches into her mouth with each bob of her head. Her tongue swirled around him, and she wrapped her fingers around the remaining two inches at the base to hold him steady.

With her other hand, she tugged at her shirt to expose even more of her bountiful breasts, enjoying the angel’s intense gaze as his eyes devoured every new bit of skin she presented.

“I bet you haven’t seen these in a while,” she teased, taking her mouth off of him again. “Your silly robes hide everything from everyone else. I hide nothing from anyone.” With this declaration, she yanked her shirt down and allowed her breasts to pop free. 34DDs sprang forth, impossibly round and perky, assets only a demon made for sex could have.

Cassiel’s eyes widened at the sight, and he strained to try and reach down to feel them, but his handcuffs kept him firmly in place. Internally cursing his restraints, he muttered, “Wow… you’re amazing…”

With a giggle, she replied, “I’m glad you think so.” To herself, she thought, “You won’t be thinking I’m so great much longer…” Nevertheless, she returned her mouth to his cock, eagerly sucking him as he groaned and pulled against his cuffs.

Mia reveled in his strained moans and the way his hips bucked involuntarily, trying to push himself deeper. It seemed that angels had the same biological urges of demons and even those pitiful humans, if a bit toned down when not actively having sex.

Soon, her expert tongue, mouth, and her other hand gently playing with his balls brought him to the edge. His groans were louder and more guttural, and he had left dents in his skin from straining against the cuffs on his wrists holding them to the armrests.

Instinctively knowing just the right time to stop before he blew, Miatakan suddenly completely stopped touching him. She pulled her mouth away with one final pop, and releases her hands. She watched with approval as he squirmed with both frustration and confusion.

He opened his mouth to ask why she stopped at the worst possible time, when she cut him off. “I can’t let the fun end so soon,” she cooed. “That was just to warm you up. The main event will be later, but for right now… I really want a turn.”

Eyes widening with realization, Cassiel watched as Mia seductively removed her shorts (revealing that she wasn’t wearing underwear) and climbed onto his chair, looking at him with smoldering desire all the while. At first, he thought she was going to lower herself down onto his aching cock, but was instead blindsided by her pressing her hips against his face.

He suddenly found himself smothered by her pussy as she knelt on his legs. He could barely breathe as she began rutting against his face impatiently, and she said, “You know what I want. And to help motivate you even more, why don’t you start by sticking that tongue into me as far as it can go.”

Figuring that he’d better obey or suffocate on her juices, he stuck out his tongue. He didn’t immediately push it inside her though; he wanted payback for being edged. Instead, he ran it along her entrance, occasionally flicking her clit and making her gasp.

“Get on with it,” she hissed, gripping his matted hair with one hand and mashing his face into her pussy even harder. She was wet before he had even touched her, but now she was positively dripping in her *need*.

Cassie’s obediently pressed his tongue into her, loving her sweet and salty taste that perfectly described her too, sensual but scheming underneath. He didn’t understand what she meant by “extra motivation,” until he suddenly felt something hard and solid when he extended his tongue as deep as it could go.

It felt small and metallic, and as he retracted his tongue to ask what it was, he realized what it must be. “Is that the key to my cuffs?” he asked incredulously, amazed that she’d hide the key to his freedom in such a naughty place.

“It is,” she confirmed with a sexy and mischievous grin. “If you can get it out of me with your tongue, I’ll unlock your hands. Making me cum will also help you, since that’ll help squeeze it out, so get to work.”

Still a bit taken aback by her brazenness, he put his tongue back to work as she pushed her hips into his face again. His nose pressed up against her hips as he eagerly lapped at her, licking up her juices while she moaned softly.

Unlike Cassiel, who’d gone a year and a half with no sex, she had fucked someone just yesterday, some ecstatic young demon who was thrilled to have a night with a Succubus. The poor man had nearly fallen into a coma even thought she *hadn’t* drained his life force by the end, she had tired him out so badly.

However, as a Succubus, her sex drive was far higher than an angel’s so when Cassiel began putting his mouth to good use, she soon gave in to her own carnal instincts. She held his head in place with a hand in his hair, only giving him any sort of respite once and a while so he could breathe.

His tongue strained inside of her, trying to go just a bit further to try and dislodge the key from her depths. She had strategically made sure that it was far enough for him to reach, but be very difficult for him to get out of her. He had to be careful to not accidentally push it deeper, so his tongue rooted around inside her wonderfully as he sought to get the key for himself.

Soon, her moans filled the cell as she rutted against him, her knees digging into the angel’s hips as she rocked back and forth. Cassiel winced as she threw her weight back and forth on top of him, but she was too far gone in her own pleasure to care.

Meanwhile, Cassiel was straining to try and get the key out of the crazy Succubus. He was still dumbfounded that she had hidden the key inside her, but he wasn’t complaining if it meant he had to get it out of her with his tongue. He ate her out like she was his last meal, ravenously licking and prodding at the key lodged inside her. He didn’t make much progress, but he remembered that she’d said making her orgasm would help.

So, changing tactics, he ignored the key for now, and instead began licking her clit every which way, eliciting more loud moans from the woman practically riding his face with how far she had pushed his head back. She threw her head back to the ceiling as he continues his assault on her clitoris, shrieking with pleasure.

Outside the cell, the guard frowned when he heard Miatakan’s yell, wondering if she was in trouble. However, when he heard a muffled, “Don’t you stop now, angel!” he realized what was going on. He let out a few cursed in Satanic, angry that some angelic asshole gets to fuck her and not him.

Grumbling, he adjusted his armor and tried to block out the occasional moans that got through the soundproofing, wishing it was him that Mia was begging. It would prove to be a long day for the guard.

Back inside the cell, Mia had nearly come undone. The angel’s tongue, still skilled after a year and a half of only being used for eating and talking, had her ready to cum. Sensing this, Cassiel renewes his efforts, sticking his tongue back inside her. However, rather than reaching for the key, he instead strained it upwards and back, curling it towards that little spot inside her he knew will send her over.

He knows he’s found it when Mia’s entire body seizes, and he looks up at her to find her staring down at her with eyes literally glowing with need. He’s so surprised and even alarmed by her glowing eyes that his tongue slows down, only for her to hiss, “If you stop now I’ll gouge out your eyes with that key.”

Knowing that she’s likely serious, given how sex crazed he knows Succubi get, he quickly resumed his former pace, much to Miatakan’s delight. Another few seconds of his tongue hitting her spot, and she fell apart.

Her insides began to spasm, and Cassiel abandoned her g-spot to reach for the key. As the demon shrieked and tensed up in pleasure, the rolling shuddering of her pussy began to dislodge the metal key.

With a surge of hope, Cassiel strained his tongue one last time, and finally managed to hook his tongue through the ring of the key and yank it out. He nearly accidentally swallowed it, but managed to catch it in his teeth as the demon straddling his face finally calmed down as her wave of pleasure died down.

Once she’s finished, she sank down onto his lap and straddled him, wrapping her arms around him contentedly. She smirked as she felt that he was rock hard again, apparently having enjoyed the rush of giving her some oral of his own. She leaned her head against his chest almost tenderly, and murmured, “Not half bad, angel. A deal’s a deal.” ​

Cassiel took a deep breath, wondering what he’d gotten himself into. Given that his new lovee is a demon, he had a sinking feeling that this just the beginning.

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