Fumbling Towards Ecstacy
Day 16: Public
Teasing touches, searching pressure, how their folds part as the machine splits them in half. The angel almost can't bite off their rapturous cry in time, arching into the red metal that burns through their robes.
"Shhhh." He hushes them; the sound is almost harsh as it hisses from their voicebox. "They will hear you."
V2’s hips begin to move, one clawed hand keeping the angel pinned to this wide pillar on the furthermost corner of the court balcony. The Councilor can barely halt the cry that leaves them, scrabbling to grasp the tiny rosary hanging from their neck.
They wordlessly damn him for seducing them in the first place, for awakening this wretched hunger that consumes their every waking thought. But oh, how delicious this sin, how rapturous this feeling, bringing them closer and closer to divinity--
Laughter and song rings out across the gilded streets of Paradise below. But somehow, the hymns that fill the air and praise The Father are all suddenly too quiet. They cannot mute the whimpering moans that leave them each time the machine’s dick plunges back into their cunt, nor somehow silence the obscene sounds that follow every time heated steel collides with supple flesh.
Beautiful curtains of morning glories block them from immediate view, but a fellow Council Member could still catch onto the noises. Any one of them might see them like this, robes hiked up their hips and dripping slick down their thighs.
"Please--please--" They beg with a thin cry, one locked behind gritted teeth.
"Hush." V2 coos, and his hand slips down their hip to find their clit with shameful ease. The Councilor bites down upon their lip, tries to muffle their helm in their arm, braced upon pristine marble. But every cry that leaves them, as release at last crashes down on them, echoes in their ears, obscenely loud.
Then the world snaps back into focus with a drag of claws along their inner thigh, drawing a gasp from them at the sharp sting. The angel slumps against the pillar, barely able to stay upright as the machine eagerly feeds on their wound with this strange absorbency apparatus stored beneath their claws.
V2’s hand flits away, and their robes are dropped back over the legs. He pats their thigh with a casual air that almost comes off as teasing.
"Until next time, Councillor."
And then they're gone, vanishing through the curtain of flora. Off to… some corner of heaven they've apparently never even heard of. How are they this skilled at keeping themselves concealed for as long as they have, here?
No matter. As long as the machine isn’t caught. The Heavenly Councilor straightens themselves, and marches back their private chambers. Recess is still ongoing for another half hour, they have time to clean up.
