I hummed to myself merrily as I went about my task, diligent in my work. I had already cleaned up all the items we had knocked over and disposed of the sullied sheets on my bed. Next I worked on making the bed up with a fresh set. My finest- burgundy, of course.

I frowned as I recalled my foolishness. I had carried her like a bride (though she was so much more than that), both of us soaking wet, from the guestroom shower back to the master bedroom. Too intent on a snuggle to focus, I had forgotten that my (our) bedroom was a mess! Though I had been disappointed to have to set her dainty feet on the ground instead of romantically ferrying her directly to bed, she had just giggled and kissed me on the cheek before removing the remnants of her dress and going out on the balcony to dry her wings.

The fact that she was nude where someone else could theoretically see her had ignited a flare of protective jealousy in me. I had respected her decision as best I could and only fussed a bit. I knew how much she loved the warm air and its updrafts in this part of the Underworld. In contrast, I had been very excited at the invention of air conditioning. Besides, my estate was very large, truth be told.

When I recalled our shared moment in the shower, I blushed. I had let down my every guard to the woman I love, and she had not only accepted me, she had celebrated my vulnerability. She had pleasured me in a way I had never dared pleasure myself, beyond mere taboo, and I had felt safe with her. It hadn’t been dirty nor degenerate- it had been satisfying and brought us even closer together. Indeed, it seems that she had expanded my horizons just as I had hers. Who knew what else our doubtless glorious future together would bring?

Finishing up with changing the bed, I went to embrace her on the balcony when I caught an unexpected sight! She was running her hands slowly over her body as she smiled to herself. I tried to quash the flicker of carnal interest in my loins, but the battle was lost the moment she ran a finger over a nipple and I heard, just faintly, the sound of the flesh contracting, stiffening in response to her touch.

I watched clandestinely as she let the air currents catch up her wings, making her sway gently with the breeze. The way her thighs rubbed together reminded me that, though we had been together in unimaginable ways since being reunited, I had yet to pay homage to our love by offering my tribute anew in her most holy of places. Whether she knew I was peeping and whether her actions were innocent or intentionally provocative was a mystery that clearly warranted investigation…

A delightfully perverted wave of voyeurism overtook me, and I silently made my way as close as I dared, hiding myself carefully behind a dusty curtain. Unlike human men, I didn’t need my eyes to spy!

Once I was settled in my hiding place, the head of my half-hard manhood brushing the curtain, I let myself dip into her brain chemistry. Finding it joyful, I couldn’t help humming very, very softly to myself in satisfaction. Though her thoughts weren’t nearly as transparent as when she had been human, I still enjoyed the taste, and she was so blissful! Perhaps her titillating display had been truly innocent after all! Leave it to me to-

Abruptly I sensed two things at once.

Firstly, almost hidden within the swirls of neurochemicals that showed me her happiness was a vibrant pulse of desire. She was happy, but she wasn’t quite satisfied. She wanted more of me. She wanted to feel my pilgrimage, to be filled with my liquid oblations.

Secondly, she hoped I was watching, but had not realized I was tasting her thoughts. She thought I was completely satisfied sexually and thus not particularly in the mood for more at the moment. However, she had been unable to stop herself from putting on a bit of a show in the hopes of re-stoking the fire in my loins.

So not every wish of hers had been fulfilled, not yet anyway. It seemed I had work to do! Indeed, our reunion would hardly be complete without my jism weeping down from between her thighs, coating them with a wet sheen of both adoration and possession. What a considerate little minx for reminding me!

The thought of ejaculating inside her excited me in earnest, and my cock swelled to greater fullness. Pressing against the curtain, it left a smear of my anticipation on the fabric. I wrapped my tail about my shaft and gave it a series of quick, harsh tugs. I wanted to surprise her with my full tumescence- I wanted to taste her longing the moment she saw I was ready and waiting for her.

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I woke up from my nap in the middle of the night. I was feeling groggy at first, so I figured (Y/N) had passed out early. But then I realized that I could barely smell her, couldn’t hear her breathing in her sleep. For a moment, I panicked. Where was she? Was she ok? (Y/N) never went out at night- never!

Instinctively my jaws started to enlarge and my teeth grew into vicious fangs. I struggled where I sat, but I was stuck! Fucking dammit, I had let myself get so big I was stuck to the sofa! How was I supposed to protect her when-

I caught just the tiniest whiff of something so unexpected that I froze. An ethereal smell, a little floral but transcending just that… an angel had been here! A fucking angel! Who- Metatron? Shit! Why?! Had I seriously slept through a visit from the Voice of God? I inhaled deeply, searching for more clues, and got another surprise- Andy had fucking been here too! Andy?! What the fuck was going on?

I couldn’t smell violence but I could smell traces of sadness and fear. There was no sign of any strange humans. I sniffed repeatedly, running the air through my sensitive nose over and over. No indication of anything moving around, of anyone actually still in the apartment but me…

My jaws and teeth slowly receded as confusion overtook my panic. I sat there, totally stumped and having no idea what to do, for who the fuck knew how long. Finally I woke up enough to really think. If at least one angel and Andy had both been here, something was up with this whole weirdo situation. Was I not supposed to be here anymore; was the deal truly finished? Where was my idiot brother? Had he finished his quest? Where was (Y/N)?

I concentrated, focusing hard, siphoning from the bountiful energy I had stored away to heighten my senses. Empowered, I drew on the connection all desire demons shared, pulled on it. Again, another surprise- Andy was at his home in the Underworld, just as I would have figured. But he wasn’t working under contract.

So where were we with the whole stupid deal with the Creator? Could I finally leave this apartment? Had everyone been here, formally dissolved Andy’s contract with (Y/N), and they hadn’t even bothered to wake me up and let me know? What the fuck?! Should I puke out all of (Y/N)’s energy on the floor so that I could-

I forced myself to take a deep breath. There had to be a way to figure this out. (Y/N) was my friend now, I couldn’t just leave until I was sure she and Andy had been reunited, as sappy as that was. What the fuck did she see in him anyway?

Abruptly, an almost absurd idea came to me. Normally I would never have resorted to such utter bullshit, but this was an exceptional circumstance. Luckily I was alone, so no one would see this…

I cleared my throat and spoke aloud to the empty, dark room. “Um, grandfather, if you could give me a sign, I don’t-“

The tv turned on! RuPaul smiled at me from the screen, hair and makeup done flawlessly but wearing a questionable velour tracksuit. “You’re a star, Ashley. Now, sashay away.” My eyes bugged out as the tv went dark again. Well, that had certainly worked better than I had thought it would. Safe for me to bail at last!

I felt the smallest twinge of sadness at the thought that I was about to leave without a goodbye, before I realized that I’d certainly be seeing (Y/N) again, if this whole screwball thing had actually worked. If God had used RuPaul’s image to lie to me, I was going to be so fucking pissed! That went way beyond blasphemy! That reminded me, I had to remember to set my DVR for Drag Race once I got home…

It took more effort at my current size, but I managed to enter the place between dimensions and plop back out in my backyard in the Underworld. Immediately, I crawled over to a bush to vomit. No fucking way anyone would see me looking like this!

But when the first glop hit the grass, I choked. It was blue!

Notes

As with so many of these chapters, it was written with the gracious input of The Unforgiven.

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