Right here, right now, Zuureth genuinely wished he possessed the power to slow time. All of those tattooed names decorating his body could go fuck themselves, for all he cared. Well, all except for one, that is. And Hell could kiss his ass, too. Because there was no better place to be than right where he already was. In other words, smack dab between Juniper’s creamy white thighs.<br/><br/>And he could live with all the ink that would neither fade nor disappear over time. Besides, it did look pretty fucking cool. Intricate, indecipherable writing, instead of something as simple as<img alt=":heart-purple:" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite137" data-shortname=":heart-purple:" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Heart - Purple    :heart-purple:"/><i><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS'"><b>MOM</b></span><img alt=":heart-purple:" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite137" data-shortname=":heart-purple:" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Heart - Purple    :heart-purple:"/></i>or<img alt=":kiss:" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite147" data-shortname=":kiss:" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Kiss    :kiss:"/><i><b><span style="font-family: 'Courier New'">Betty</span></b></i><img alt=":kiss:" class="smilie smilie--sprite smilie--sprite147" data-shortname=":kiss:" loading="lazy" src="data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAAAAAP///yH5BAEAAAAALAAAAAABAAEAAAIBRAA7" title="Kiss    :kiss:"/>, was mysterious, at the very least. Losing total ingress and egress of Hell was also acceptable to him. He doubted they’d allow an angel, even a fallen one, into his on-again, off-again home. With that, he wondered if she wished to return to Heaven, once her name was rightfully cleared, of course. All of these thoughts, however, would be addressed at another time. Someone and somewhere craved his attention.<br/><br/>A surprised moan left her lips in the form of his name as he took her off guard. Her thighs clasped him in the shock of having him so close. "S-sorry..." she muttered. The demon smiled at her unnecessary apology, as her thighs spread apart again, thus permitting free movement of his head. In no way did Zuureth mind her snap reaction since it kept his face where he wanted it to be anyway.<br/><br/>If only he could remain here, his face buried in the angel’s getting-wetter-by-the-minute pussy. Her sounds of pleasure solidified his intent and purpose. And like an enamored idiot, his mind soon wandered to longing for a forked tongue, or even better, a reasonable facsimile of Gene Simmons’s, the bassist of the mega rock band<i>KISS</i>, oral appendage<i>.</i>The fixated demon tried to imagine what her verbal utterances would sound like then.<br/><br/>Zuureth’s heart, and Juniper’s tattooed name over it, pulsated in unison with what he was doing. If it felt this wonderful to lick and kiss her welcoming and tasty pussy, it stood to reason that it would feel truly magnificent to be inside of her. All in good time.<br/><br/>Juniper’s back arched as her toes curled and a moan pulled from her lips, louder than she had cared to think about. Zuureth's tongue moved and another moan pulled from her lips as her back arched harder, her hips thrusting forward. All good signs, the demon thought, her moans and arching back proving he must be doing something right. The angel’s sounds of pleasure turned him on even more, and he wasn’t about to shush her just so they could keep this intensely gratifying rendezvous a secret from Orias.<br/><br/>The way Zuureth viewed things was that he remained on the task at hand. That is, collect the owners of the tattooed names adorning his body, just as Lucifer had commanded. Last he checked, there were no instructions forbidding him from having a good time. Even if that good time involved a sexy, fallen angel.<br/><br/>Her fingers found the sheets and bunched them up into a tight grip, as he continued to orally arouse and satisfy her. Of course, with his tongue and teeth, Zuureth bestowed thorough attention to her clit, as Juniper’s shudders of ecstasy pleased him to no end. Not that it truly mattered, but the demon wondered which of them was feeling the most blissful. And then she answered his unasked question. While the angel orgasmed, he kept his face and tongue on her clit, for her as well as for himself. He knew an exotic taste like hers should be savored, while never being surpassed.<br/><br/>Slowly, her breathing returned to a steady rhythm, while he propped himself on his elbows, gazing upon her lovely, naked form. With a wet face, including eyebrows, Zuureth gently kissed and licked her bare breasts, relishing the feel and taste of her skin all over again. Juniper’s lips received the same attention. Lacking any kind of hesitation and realizing it was now someone else’s turn, the demon then plunged his throbbing, extremely patient erection into her damp tunnel of love.<br/><br/>And just as he’d anticipated, not only did Juniper taste divine, but she also felt divine.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">&gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt; &gt;&lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt; &lt;​</div><br/>A slight, bothered stirring, and suddenly two eyes snapped open. Orias may have been asleep, but even in that state, he knew moans of desire and satisfaction when he heard it. He also knew the groans of arousal were from a female. Juniper? Had to be her, the elder demon surmised. Zuureth wouldn’t be stupid enough to sneak some random broad into their apartment.<br/><br/>On second thought, yes, he most certainly would. But he’d be wise and careful enough to make damned sure the woman remained silent, thus avoiding detection. Because if that happened, he’d be in something far worse than a doghouse. In summary, Orias decided it had to be the angel.<br/><br/>Was she masturbating? Or was she with Zuureth? If it was the latter, he envied the lucky bastard, deciding right away that he wouldn’t mention any of this. To either of them, just in case. Juniper’s moaning alone had resulted in a demonic hard-on, as the right hand of Orias crept inside his boxer-briefs. This time, his underwear would definitely require changing. Needless to say, he fantasized that it was Juniper’s hand, or mouth, performing the stroking.