This was unbelievable! He had to tell somebody! Any-fucking-body! Orias was definitely nearby, though odds were pretty good that he was fast asleep. Why not wake his ass up, Zuureth amusingly thought? And then Zuureth amusingly thought that no, no freaking way. This would be his secret. Or rather, it would be their secret. There was no reason for Orias to know. Who knew how he’d react if he<i><u>did</u></i>know? The understudy demon’s choice was sealed.<br/><br/>Just between Juniper and him. And then it dawned on Zuureth. What exactly was there between the two of them? Well, not counting some sheets and blankets. A skanky demon and a luscious angel? Totally not fair, and somewhat outta his league, if he was being completely honest. Fallen angel or not, in his jaded eyes anyway, was still an angel. He once again questioned internally as to what she was doing in his room, though wasn’t about to ask her for fear of chasing her away.<br/><br/>Instead, Juniper asked a loaded question of her own. "If I was to give you explicit permission would you do more?"<br/><br/>Eh?! Is the Pope a Catholic? Does a bear shit in the woods? Sun still rises in the east? What kinda fucking question was that?! Was this a test? Perhaps Orias lurked somewhere in the shadows, the creator of this heartless prank. The sexy angel then nipped one of his fingers, a playful smile dancing across her features while also shaking him from his stupor. Zuureth didn’t need much light to see and fall for her beautiful smile.<br/><br/>Apparently, it was time for a confession, right here and now in the demon’s room. Juniper informed him as to why she’d been booted from Heaven, though he believed there had to be more to it than just that. The angel’s gorgeousness was a distraction unto itself, of this, there is no doubt. But when she touched him again, guiding his hand down past her throat as he felt her swallow, only to be left lingering directly above her breasts. Well, what in Lucifer’s domain was he supposed to do?! What, dear reader, would you do?<br/><br/>Cuz let’s face facts, poor Zuureth was nigh on extricating himself from his skin. Kinda like peeling a banana, but way,<i><u>way</u></i>faster. Although the tattooed demon could sit, stand, or lie down and stare at her for hours without touching her, that consideration was swiftly cast aside as Juniper began to slowly undo her silk nightshirt’s buttons. Silently thanking the sleepwear gods of<i><u>only</u></i>allotting four buttons to her nightshirt, the bulge in his boxer-briefs increased without her knowing. In this case, a covert bulge in his boxer-briefs was a good thing. But damned if it wasn’t forcefully laboring against the somewhat restrictive material.<br/><br/>Mercifully done with the buttons, she willingly revealed her breasts. Juniper’s perky nipples were particularly noticeable, and the TNT was once again lit. His boxer-briefs were now slightly damp with demon seepage. At this rate, they’d both be swimming in a shallow pool of, uh.... The disgraced angel was sure tempting fate about that shallow pool, what with her guidance of his hand suggestively placed between those breasts, breasts which he was more than happy to fondle. Heavenly? Mmm. Her skin was so amazingly soft, Zuureth thought, softer than the silk, now brazenly open nightshirt and matching light pink shorts she’d chosen for bed.<br/><br/>"I'm going to give you explicit permission, Zuureth. To do as you please so long as I'm in your room," Juniper said. She said it again, he mused.<i>Explicit permission</i>. Hell,<i><u>any</u></i>kind of permission woulda been okay with the increasingly horny demon. As an old friend once said to him, “That traffic light ain’t gonna get any greener.” Yep, it was very,<u><i>very</i></u>green right now.<br/><br/>"I want to feel it. To feel you. Please." Her voice barely above a whisper. "Make this angel cry out a way any mortal woman would want. Please." Hmm, she said<i>please </i>twice, too. Well, this frequent resident of Hades didn’t need to be asked a third time, explicitly or not.<br/><br/>Zuureth slowly and gently lowered her onto the bed, while also deftly removing her silk garment. His swollen boxer-briefs was on full display to her now. The demon, who was now filled with equal parts excitement and trepidation, decided that it was time for silk shorts subtraction. He felt his hard-on twitch while he envisioned her nudity. Purposely teasing himself, he removed her loose-fitting shorts at a snail's pace, somewhat surprised to see a white, lacy piece of clothing shielding her girly bits.<br/><br/>The angel’s silky attire was laid onto his bedroom’s carpet, as his nose nestled between her legs, slowly inhaling, her lacy white panties acting as a filter. Reminded him of injecting high-grade heroin, or so he’d been told. Though high-grade heroin never resulted in a raging boner. Only after he tugged her lacy white panties down with a combination of teeth and fingers did he discover that she’d been wearing a thong all along. Zuureth couldn’t, after all, tell what she was wearing while she laid on her back. His erection, nevertheless, demanded insertion. His demanding erection was duly ignored. Take a number.<br/><br/>As much as he painfully longed to be inside of her, he wished to taste her first. Oh, yes. Slowly, and in no pattern whatsoever, he skimmed his nose against the fabric, breathing in more than out. She squirmed a little and moaned in anticipation, and he leaked in his underwear in response. Soon, her lacy thong joined her shorts on the floor, and his face, tongue leading the way, dove into his idea of Heaven.