Angel with a devil inside
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Angel Food free porn video
This story has a bit more of the BDSM edge to it but it’s a romance at the very basis. Just a warning for people who red-line about the harder loving.
As the date of the story indicates, this is after the following stories:
An Angel and an Owl
https://www.literotica.com/s/an-angel-and-an-owl
Snow Angel
https://www.literotica.com/s/snow-angel-6
Dragon Wings and Faery Dust
https://www.literotica.com/s/dragon-wings-and-faery-dust
Blood Feather,
https://www.literotica.com/s/blood-feathers
Paying the Dragon’s Price
https://www.literotica.com/s/paying-the-dragons-price
And
Adventures in Engagement
https://www.literotica.com/s/adventures-in-engagement
Enjoy!
Valentine’s Day 2016
It’s pretty simple to make angel food.
Recipe
1 1/2 cups sifted confectioners sugar
1/4 teaspoon salt
1 cup cake flour, sifted
12 egg whites (room temperature)
1/3 cup warm water
1 teaspoon extract flavor of your choice
1 1/2 teaspoons cream of tartar
Add melted chocolate, strawberries, whip cream, butterscotch, cherries and one naked Ursa.
Ok, nearly naked. Wearing a pink apron over the white lace confection of garter, g-string and pink silk corset.
Ursa stood in the kitchen of her boyfriend Leo Wolfe’s Oakland Hills house, beaming at the decadence she created. Thumbs hooked in the straps of the apron, she surveyed the sugary overload.
She forgot just how much she loved baking.
It had been over a year since she cooked anything aside from microwave food in her tiny studio. The normal aches of missing her mother were washed away by sweeter nostalgia of careful instructions in her childhood kitchen.
She got carried away once the chocolate started melting. First she made chocolate dipped strawberries, the decorative white and darker ribbons curling around the plump fruit. Then she created homemade truffles.
Tonight, she was going to blow her boyfriend’s mind.
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Leo’s expression when he stepped into the candlelit house was breathtaking. Black eyes wide and mouth falling open when Ursa came slinking into the hallway to greet him was more than her soaring heart could take. She could still feel the flush in her cheeks from the swordplay she’d participated in less than an hour ago. It had her keyed up and seeing Leo in his crisp navy suit only kicked her heart into higher gear.
He had a way of sucking all the air from her lungs and filling her heart with brilliant golden light. Tonight especially, he had a particular glow about him. 6’7, imposing not only in height but the broad, wide stance of him. Dark and exotic, she fell for him the moment she saw him nearly naked in the Foyer of a masked party.
‘What in the world have you been up to Princess?’ The rumble of his voice filled the flame licked space and his teeth flashed in the light of those little fires.
‘Trouble.’ She whispered, growling out the ‘R’ and watched a shiver of anticipation run through him.
Hungry eyes caressed down her body pausing at the pink heels with a muffled growl behind his full lips before his gaze continued up to her face. She knew the way the corset enhanced her curves would delight him. The little details like the ruffles of the tiny lace skirt, the intricate bows at the tops of her thighs and the seam up the back of her stockings would be things he would appreciate. Spinning, she let him see the complete picture. She was a confection of sugary softness.
‘How was your day honey?’ She asked, smacking the scepter into her open palm. It made a satisfying, heavy slap against her skin. The dildo was made of ivory, glass and steel. Both sides ended in fluted heads, one larger than the other. Wickedly curved, the toy was detailed with gentle ridges and ripples that promised exquisite torment when pushed inside. Life got in the way and she’d never even tried it out.
In fact, she had been distracted by research and neglected Leo’s need for the rougher edge of her intimacy since the last party in November. He never requested it but as his pulse pounded in his throat, and his eyes following the movement of the toy, she realized she’d ignored his silent pleas. She knew what he hungered for.
Silence stretched between them, electrified and urgent. She rendered him speechless.
‘Well?’ She prompted when he seemed at a loss for words.
‘Mistress.’ He sighed out her title before sinking down to his knees, never taking his eyes from hers. ‘My day was fine.’ Ducking his chin down slightly in respect he looked up through his lashes at her. His expression was filled with questions and wonder. She should have done this weeks ago.
When he was on his knees and settled, she stepped to him and used the thicker end of the toy to nudge his chin up. ‘Are you hungry pet?’ she asked quietly.
His brows drew together as his head tipped up willingly under her touch. ‘Starving Mistress.’ He admitted and she was sure he wasn’t talking about a need for food.
Her fingers pulled at his tangerine colored tie, working loose the silk with slow fingers. Watching him dress in the morning was one of her favorite daily activities right after showering with him. Knotted his tie was a strangely powerful ritual they’d embraced. She put him in bondage every morning to send him out in the world.
Yes, she had become a little obsessed about his ties. Not only buying him a rainbow of colors but learning the styles of knots. Windors and half Windsors, Prince Alberts and Four-in-Hands, even going as far as the more complicated and artful looking Trinity and Eldridge knots. She liked kissing his throat, fastening the top button, then twisting the silk around her knuckles for several tense heartbeats, tethered together by a length of expensive cloth before binding him all closed.
She looked forward to unwrapping him in the evening. Only lately it was a tired tumble into bed. She never wanted to lose this reverence she felt. Never wanted him to forget how much she desired and adored him.
He shivered when she pulled the tie away at last and opened the top button to kiss the exposed skin. ‘I have just the thing you need.’ She murmured against his neck while the tie slithered free from around him, bright sunlight against the white shirt. ‘No touching. Understand?’
‘Yes Mistress.’ His hands slipped behind the small of his back while she unbuttoned his shirt.
‘Because, I will do all the touching you need pet.’ She pushed the shirt open, letting one shoulder of the suit jacket and shirt slip so she could kiss the exposed, dark skin, breathe in the scent of leather, chocolate and pure male sweat of him. ‘Sexy, delicious pet.’ She growled, biting his shoulder so rough he gasped out in shock.
For a moment she admired him with the shirt nearly off, bright cloth contrasting the dark, polished walnut of his flawless skin. Using the toy, she pushed the shirt and jacket open, exposing his wings at last. For a moment he seemed almost shy. The old shame for his wings lingered. ‘Take off your jacket and shirt. Let me see you.’ It was a quiet, firm demand he obeyed without reservation.
Gooseflesh prickled along his arms as his muscles tightened, flexing his way out of the sleeves, letting fabric fall away without a second glance. Even his dark nipples were tight with anticipation.
As the shirt hit the ground, he fanned the feathers cream quills barred with bronze and gold. They were sharp, powerful falcon wings.
‘You are amazing.’ She whispered to him and cupped his face, tipping his chin up again with the toy. ‘Never hide from me!’ Her words and the touch made him stretch the wings out wider, stirring the air with a slow beat of the feathers.
‘Never from you Beloved.’ He whispered thickly, shivering when she
stroked a finger along the tips of strong, bright feathers.
The first time she’d seen them, they were ragged, their edges battered and frayed like something from a costume shop. Now they gleamed like polished metal, tossing out little sparks of light with his happiness. Nearly all of the primary and secondary feathers were filled in, the delicate coverts fluffy and smooth.
‘You know your safe word?’ She asked and his body stiffened at the prospect she might push him hard and far tonight.
‘Yes Mistress.’ Obviously struggling against his desire to push up against her and feel her soft curves along the hard edges of his pectorals and chiseled abs. ‘Oh Fuck!’ He gasped, even though, aside from the bite, she was only barely touching him. Not even beginning the torment she had planned.
‘Tell me.’ She murmured, tripping fingertips down his muscular stomach, circling and swirling downward until she hooked both thumbs into the belt, pulling him up closer to her.
He groaned, arching this time so he could finally feel the silk of the corset and tickle of lace against his exposed skin. ‘Tangerine.’ He managed brokenly, eyes heavy with desire.
‘Good boy.’ She slowly worked the tongue of the belt loose. ‘And you know you can use it anytime and I will stop. No matter what.’
He nodded as the belt came loose but rather than dropping it as she had with the tie, she lay it over her shoulder, making his eyes widen. He nodded mutely, licking his full, dark lips, making them gleam in the glow of candles.
‘You trust me?’ She asked.
‘Absolutely.’
‘Good. Stand up and remove your pants, your shoes and socks. Leave on your little boy panties.’ She teased. It was too tempting to have her way with him right here in the hallway. There was no way she could resist him if he were fully naked.
As it was, seeing him stand, gracefully towering over her to obey her demand, tested her resolve. Fuck he was handsome. The snug boxer-briefs did not hide the thickening swell of his cock under the red fabric. Hugging to him, the cotton accented the length of his lengthening dick and the spreading wetness were the head pushed up towards the waistband.
How she got so lucky, she couldn’t say, but fuck she’d won the grand prize. His perfection made her dizzy, heart full and her blood sang. The sensation went deep into her stomach and sex, twisting them together in a tight knot of need. ‘Come along pet.’ She murmured and turned, walking into the kitchen, expecting he would follow after her.
The entry and hallway were filled with small tea-light candles while larger and taller pillars and tapers filled the kitchen and dining rooms. The room shivered with golden light and here is where she’d arranged the place for her lover’s torment.
Her banquet of sweets were arranged on the bar, crystal and silver bowls and plates gleaming and overflowing with the decadence. As she came into the room, she felt Leo’s steps slow and looked over her shoulder to see him staring around the transformed space.
She set everything up earlier. The elegant table pushed closer to the bar, leaving a narrow space between it and the granite counter top. Instead of the usual service and flowers, the table was now filled with pillows and strewn with flower petals. Eleven of the chairs were stacked with candles, napkins and a random basket filled with various items for their play. One lone chair sat the head of the table.
Leo’s throat worked in several long gulps as he took in the alterations to the room and the table. He jerked a look at her, eyes wide with surprise and even more questions.
‘Onto the table.’ She instructed, sweeping her hand to indicate the pillows. ‘Sit up if you please, however is comfortable for you, but towards the edge here.’ She motioned to the chair and sat, smile cool and calm. It was far from the burning need coursing from throat to cunt.
He blinked at her command the hesitation surprised not resistance before moving to climb onto his sturdy antique table. Settling gracefully onto it he drew up his long legs and adjusted pillows. All the while his dark eyes consumed her sitting at the end of the table.
‘Do you love me?’ She asked as she crossed her legs, giving him a brief view of the pink panties she wore under the fringe of skirt. She settled the scepter over her leg, pointedly rubbing the head of it against her stocking clad knee while watching him.
‘Yes Mistress. More than anything.’ He answered without hesitation, his warm smile sending tickling heat through her heart.
It was so intense it made her palm tingle where the star branded her skin. Her heart flipped over several times and a satisfied little purr escaped her. ‘Good.’ Putting all the haughty indifference she could manage in the expression.
Standing, she left the scepter-dildo on the chair and moved to the bar. From the counter she took the pot of chocolate she’d left simmering over a candle, stirring it with the wooden spoon and tested the warmth as she turned to show him what she was doing.
‘Do you like temperature play?’ She asked. ‘Or food play?’ She knew his answer, but it was fun teasing him as she sampled the chocolate, darting her tongue out to flick over the tip of the spoon as she met and held Leo’s gaze.
‘Yes Mistress.’ His answer was a hungry whisper, the teasing was making his voice drop into the raspy, dangerous octave she loved so much.
Along the space between counter and table, she walked with her warmed pot of chocolate and the wooden spoon, ‘I tried to pick pillows you wouldn’t mind replacing. I’m afraid we’re going to make a huge mess.’ She smiled impishly at him.
Before he could respond, she used the chocolate coated spoon to lazily scrawl her name across his chest. It was hot, but not scalding, and Leo sucked in a startled breath at the contact. His dark nipples pebbled tighter as he groaned, struggling to hold himself still.
The head of his cock poked over the waistband of the underwear. The wetness from his lust spread across the front, growing more pronounced as she artfully painted him.
Against his dark skin, the milk chocolate was lighter and she stared at what she’d created for a moment. ‘Kneel up.’ She told him and when he did, reached out and pulled the fabric down, letting his eager cock spring free.
His glorious, thick cock-flesh strained towards his navel. The heavy length bobbed in time with his breaths and a pearly dribble of pre-cum trickled down the underside. His stomach tightened with his soft gasps, particularly as she teased the melted chocolate close to his cock, letting him feel the heat radiating from it.
He posed for her, black eyes flashing with hunger, as she looked over his body. ‘You fucking wreck me.’ She whispered to him as she painted chocolate up and down his length. Messy. Hot. Sticky.
He groaned, writhing at the application of the melted chocolate. His lips drew back from his teeth in a growl twisting out from his throat, a song of pain and pleasure and for a moment she hesitated until he gasped out, ‘More!’ in a shaking, broken cry. As she layered more chocolate he groaned, beautiful in his suffering.
‘I’m going to lick you clean. Inch by slow inch, but I might not let you cum.’ She teased as she smeared chocolate to his nipples and then painted a heart over his navel before drawing back to admire her work.
‘Fuck!’ He gasped, eyes slitted with the pleasure.
She slipped around behind him and used the spoon, now free of chocolate, to give his tight ass a swat. His hips rocked with a jolt from the unexpected contact and she smacked the tight cheek until the skin glowed rosy. Only when she had him whimpering with discomfort did she switch attention to the other side to devote the same tender slaps with the curved end of the spoon.
It lacked the finesse of the crop and she wasn’t able to get in the proper swing and impact, but was a good start. The sound of it
cracking against his ass made up for the lack of spring. She had him panting and squirming on the edge of pure torment before she relented.
The sound he made was caught between relief and a demand for more. ‘Fuck! You’re going to have me break the spoon over this fine ass!’ She scolded him as she slid her hand down the curved cheek, trailing lightly over his warmed skin, checking for welts.
‘Oh Mistress!’ He groaned through his teeth, between the gasps for breath, sweat making his dark flesh slick, melting the chocolate and mixing with it. ‘Please!’
‘You’re such a pain slut.’ She scolded him. Slipping the spoon between his thighs, she pressed the concave curve against his balls, pushing them upward with enough force to make him groan and his hips twist to escape the pressure. Leaning in, she pressed her teeth against his ear lobe, whispering softly, ‘Aren’t you?’
He made an unintelligible cry of agreement, hands fisted at his sides. His massive cock strained under her attention, cock head almost touching his stomach as it curved up in a steel arc. A trickle of pre-cum ran through and over the messy chocolate coating.
His belt she’d worn so casually over one shoulder, warmed in her hand as she drew it along his hip and back. ‘I want you to count as I spank you.’ She said, biting her lip around the quaver of excitement. ‘Sing out, I want to hear your sexy voice clearly.’
Wide eyes regarded her over his shoulder and he gave a small nod of his head, moistening his lips with a quick flick of his tongue. ‘Yes Mistress.’ He braced but could not really rock forward without suffering what the spoon was doing between his thighs. His red ass squeezed and flexed in expectation, his breath coming fast and sharp.
While she tormented his balls with the press of the spoon in a steady and increasing pressure, she applied the belt to his ass. He counted to ten before breaking into a low, fractured sob.
She relented then, kissing his shoulder, feeling adrenaline burning through her, making her dizzy and tingly. She held the spoon only a little longer, until his sounds became more pitched for mercy than cries for more. She moved to his front, leaning in to lick his nipple, melting the chocolate with slow laps of her tongue and then nibbles when she got to his skin. ‘I love those little mewling, broken sounds you make. Mmmm!’
Drawing away, she smiled impishly as he panted, struggling to compose himself while she sampled a bite of one of the cupcakes. Dipping it into whip cream and the sugary strawberries, she returned to him, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling his head to her.
‘Don’t lick your lips.’ She whispered as he came to her unresistant. As his mouth fell open in a gasp, she smeared the mixture of cake, whip cream and strawberries across his upper and lower lips, down his chin and throat. Messily she coated him to the center of his chest and only then did she allow him to actually have a bite of the treat.
‘Just a little. Let me see how cute you can nibble it.’ She instructed. ‘Eat it sweet enough that I need to have some right from your lips myself.’
He groaned in anticipation for her game and held her gaze as his tongue darted out. She felt her knees shudder at the intensity of the look and the power of his need to please her. Parting his lips, his tongue flicked out, licking her fingers rather than the cake. He teased her skin and suckled at her, nibbling while getting some of the cake. ‘This Mistress? Here? Mmmm! So good! Oh! Not nearly as sweet as you. Please. Oh Please! Let me taste you!’
The words sent a shaft of desire through her, blinding her for a moment and melting her resolve at the thought of that dark, skillful tongue plunging between her aching, creamy sex. ‘Not yet! If you’re a very good pet, you can have me after! Mmmm! After!’
Though he had no idea what plans she had for him, her tone or the promise of what else she had planned for him made him whimper and he sucked sweetness from her knuckles, teeth grazing with rough affection. Opening her hand, her own moan of need escaped her. She blushed at his fierce grin of victory.
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