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Crowley was sitting on the bookshop sofa hornier than a cheese sandwich. Which we all know is the horniest possible food. Or maybe that was just Crowley, after watching Aziraphale snack on a cheese sandwich as he read a little while ago. The noises Aziraphale had made had certainly got Crowley’s blood pumping, and now he feared he’d developed a horny pavlovian response to cheese sandwiches.
Those noises, they weren’t too different from the sounds Aziraphale had made a few weeks prior when taking Crowley for the ride of his life. The memory was coming back to Crowley and he started squirming in his seat. He reached down to squeeze his hardening cock through the denim of his trousers, letting out a low keen as the memories flowed through him.
Aziraphale balls deep in his pussy, specially manifested for the occasion.
Aziraphale hovering over him, with long deep strokes.
Aziraphale pulling out just to flip him, ending with him face down and arse up, with Aziraphale wasting no time in reestablishing a brutal pace.
Crowley glanced towards Aziraphale, who was sitting at his desk, still lost in a book. The light coming through the bookshop skylight was hitting him and making him almost glow, truly the most beautiful being Crowley had ever seen in all of creation. Another low whine slipped out of Crowley's throat while he continued to pet his cock. He didn’t make any effort to quiet his noises, hoping to draw Aziraphale’s attention.
Unfortunately for Crowley, it seemed Aziraphale was well and truly lost in the prose of his novel. Another flash of a memory, the feeling of Aziraphale’s twitching cock emptying into him, popped into Crowley's mind. With a groan he sped up the hand on his cock, eyes fixed on Aziraphale’s profile. What he wouldn’t give to be able to return the favour, bury himself into Aziraphale the way that was done to him. With a groan of relief, he unbuckled his belt buckle and popped the button on his denims to be able to snake his hand in. He started stroking himself over his silk pants to feel the slide of the fabric around his hot cock.
Aziraphale licked a finger to turn a page, and Crowley zeroed in on the little peek of that pink tongue. He couldn’t take it anymore. A quick slip from the sofa had Crowley on the floor, where he crawled over to Aziraphale’s desk, on hands and knees, with his belt still dangling open. He squeezed under the desk to position himself between Aziraphale’s thighs, running his hands along the inside seam to finally get his angel's attention.
“I’m reading my dear,” Aziraphale said with an amused lilt to his voice.
He had, of course, picked up on the mounting lust and sounds coming from Crowley over the last few minutes. However, he quite enjoyed letting his demon squirm a little when they played these sorts of games. He had expected Crowley to last a little longer before interrupting him, and decided to try to draw it out further before giving in.
Paying him no mind, Crowley reached for the zip on Aziraphale’s trousers, just to have his hand batted away. Crowley let out a truly pathetic mewl, and slumped forward, trying to mouth at the half-hard cock within Aziraphale’s trousers. Thick fingers wound solidly into his hair to pull his head back slightly, leaving just the feeling of Crowley’s panting breath against the fabric, centimetres away. Crowley’s hands bunched in the fabric at Aziraphale’s thighs, and his tongue lolled out in a small blelele in an attempt to maintain contact.
“Angeeeellllll” Crowley whined as he strained against the hold on his hair.
“Really my dear, if you must, you can rut against this,” Aziraphale moved a calf between Crowley’s legs to press up against his erection, “but I want no distractions until I finish this paragraph.”
Crowley nodded as best as he could with his head being held in place, and immediately started to grind against Aziraphale’s offered calf. Aziraphale released his hair and Crowley laid his cheek against the inside seam of Aziraphale’s trousers, tongue flicking sporadically.
“Good dog,” Aziraphale chuckled as he began reading again.
A panting wheeze escaped Crowley at the pet name. Normally he wouldn’t let such bastardry slide, but he was too focused on the feel of Aziraphale under his hands and crotch to form a response. While this wasn’t the type of doggy style Crowley typically preferred, he couldn’t bring himself to stop grinding. His hips seemingly moved with a mind of their own, desperately chasing delicious friction against Aziraphale.
The lack of acknowledgement to the name gave Aziraphale a slight pause, normally Crowley would have had some biting remark in return. His darling must be more wound up than he thought, it would make for a thrilling time once he gave in. Aziraphale tried to focus back on his reading, letting Crowley work out some of his pent up lust on his leg, but hearing the slight whimpers and sighs under the table was becoming a little too distracting.
Crowley could sense Aziraphale’s cock taking an interest, and he started to nuzzle at Aziraphale’s crotch as he humped away. His nails had started slowly forming claws in his lust induced haze, which were scratching at Aziraphale’s thighs through his trousers. In a bid to be sneaky, Crowley started to work at the fastenings with his mouth. Aziraphale let him get as far as getting the zip down before he decided a little more teasing was in order. A quick miracle replaced the erection in his trousers with a lovely flushed vulva. There, that would be much more difficult for Crowley to mouth at while he was sitting in his chair.
Undeterred, Crowley started doing his damndest to nose at the new cunt, snaking his tongue out to try to lap at the newly formed clit through Aziraphale’s rapidly dampening pants. At this point, the book was well and truly abandoned as Aziraphale leaned back to enjoy feeling his lover try to get at his sex. Crowley managed to work his tongue against the fabric enough to get a good friction started against Aziraphale’s clit, and it didn’t take long for Aziraphale’s resolve to snap.
Pushing back from the desk, Aziraphale extracted himself from Crowley’s grip. A glance under the table showed Crowley with his eyes dilated, tongue still lolled out of his mouth with his hips moving in small confused twitches. Aziraphale felt his cunt reacting to the sight.
“Bedroom,” he demanded, while reaching under the table to drag Crowley out. He quickly manhandled the ball of horny formally known as Crowley up the stairs and into their shared room. Despite Crowley’s best efforts to get handsy on the way, he only succeeded in divesting Aziraphale of his housecoat.
The moment they stopped next to the bed Crowley plastered himself to Aziraphale’s back. He nosed at the soft neck just above Aziraphale’s collar while desperately trying to work the waistcoats buttons open, while his claws got in the way of making any substantial progress. He started letting out growls of frustration as his persistent humping began again against Aziraphale’s plump backside.
Aziraphale attempted to assist Crowley to no avail, and ended up with a scratch to his hand for the trouble. He turned in Crowley’s arms and placed a hand on that taught chest, in order to be able to push Crowley back from him. He moved Crowley by the shoulders until the back of his knees hit the mattress, then Aziraphale gave a firm shove to send him sprawling out against the duvet. With a snap, Aziraphale banished both of their clothing back to the closet. Aziraphale fixed him with a firm look, seeing that Crowley was making a move to get back up. Crowley stopped his motion then redirected to position himself more solidly in the centre of the mattress.
“Stay,” he commanded. Crowley froze in place, eyes going wide and a sustained keen working its way out of his throat at the domineering tone. Aziraphale took a moment to let his eyes wander over Crowley’s naked form, cataloguing the differences.
Crowley’s eyes were blown, the yellow of his iris taking over the whole of his sclera, his claws blackening at the tips as they faded down the lengths of his fingers back into his skin. There were also smatterings of scales popping along Crowley’s temples, rib cage, and down his hips and onto his outer thighs. And Crowley’s cock, it didn’t look quite human any longer. It was longer and slimmer than usual, and tapered into a pointed tip in place of a blunt head. The entire length had a slight sheen, coated in lubrication already. Aziraphale ran a finger up the length, causing Crowley’s eyes to roll back while he let out a groan at the slight touch, hips thrusting into the air as if to chase the sensation.
Fluid gathered on his finger, Aziraphale rolled it between his index and thumb to see it was slightly more viscous than their preferred brand of lubricant. Curious, he brought his fingers to his mouth for a taste. It was slightly salty and left a curious tingling sensation on his tongue.
“Angel please,” Crowley whined at the sight, moving his hand to work roughly along his length.
Aziraphale finally crawled onto the bed, and Crowley’s shot towards him. He lunged forward to bodily drag Aziraphale on top of him, his claws slotting against the golden stretch marks that lined Aziraphale’s sides. As soon as Aziraphale was positioned to Crowley’s liking sitting on his lap, he felt the tapered end of that cock sliding between his folds. Crowley was rutting away like mad, desperately trying to catch on Aziraphale’s entrance and too lost in sensation to think to try to help guide his cock into position.
“Crowley,” Aziraphale tried, voice stern. Crowley grunted but his motions didn’t slow. “Crowley” Aziraphale tried again. The tone in his voice only pushed Crowley into rutting harder.
The tip of Crowley’s cock caught on Aziraphale’s entrance, and before Crowley could thrust in, Aziraphale ripped Crowley’s hands from their hold and planted them above his head on the bed. A quick restraining miracle held them firmly in place with a bit of grace, and Aziraphale miracled Crowley’s hips and ankles down for good measure, immobilising him except for the smallest twitches of his hips.
“No … fair … angel,” Crowley panted through clenched teeth, immediately straining against the bonds.
“That’s not the safe word my love, now patience,” Aziraphale said. Crowley groaned but settled the best he could.
With Crowley restrained, Aziraphale was free to work his way onto the hard cock at his own pace. He grabbed Crowley’s dripping member, and lifted to run the tapered tip around his opening. Just like on his tongue, the slick seemed to have a pleasant tingle where it rubbed his sensitive skin. Slowly, he worked his way down, impaling himself a few millimetres at a time, pausing often to enjoy the sensation of being filled like the glutton he is.
The tight heat enveloping his cock was driving Crowley insane. He was further losing his grip on humanity, a thin tapered tongue lolling out of his mouth while a sustained hiss built in his throat. His eyes were glued to Aziraphales flushed face, whose eyes were shut and a rosiness dusted his cheeks. It was the same face Aziraphale made when savouring a particularly scrummy morsel at the ritz, or even that damned cheese sandwich he had that started this whole horny mess. Crowley couldn’t stop his small half-aborted thrusts against the hip restraints.
With a satisfied sigh, Aziraphale finally was sitting flush on Crowley’s lap. He felt deeper than normal, and that thin tapered cock was a wonderful new sensation. His entire vagina felt tingly, because of the slimy coating Crowley’s cock had produced. Experimentally, he did a few shallow bounces to feel the glide of skin on skin, and heard Crowley’s hiss turn into gargle. Looking down he saw Crowley tensing against the grace bonds and paused, waiting for a safe word.
When none came, Aziraphale smiled, “you’re doing so good for me my dear. So so good for me.”
Crowley’s eyes rolled back and he whimpered at the praise, hips twitching minutely into Aziraphale. Aziraphale planted his hands on Crowley’s chest and set a leisurely pace, slowly rising and falling on the thick length within him. His own slick mixed with the coating Crowley produced, making for an extremely wet glide. With each bounce, the pleasant tingling sensation only increased, and Aziraphale felt like he was taking Crowley’s cock deeper and deeper into himself. On particularly deep down thrusts he could swear he felt the head kiss his cervix.
“Aziraphale pleasssssssse,” Crowley hissed out.
Aziraphale opened his eyes, having not realised he had closed them while he was savouring the sensations. It looked like Crowley’s grasp on humanity was slipping further. More and more scales now expanded down from his temples, along his neck and over his shoulders. He was straining against the grace bonds to the point he had veins bulging. Aziraphale was surprised he was able to form words in that state. Truly he looked past the point of snapping. Crowley hissed again and Aziraphale felt a little guilty at having stopped his bouncing.
“Alright, you’ve been good for me. Take what you need.”
A snap and the bonds were lifted. The moment Crowley felt himself freed, his hands flew to Aziraphale’s hips and he started thrusting up with surprising force. There was no time for adjustment, all Aziraphale could do was hold on for dear life as he was thoroughly battered from the inside. Small pin pricks of blood formed on his hips as Crowley’s claws dug in for purchase.
“Ahh ahhhhh please slow down!” Aziraphale shouted. He slumped forward in Crowley’s grip, changing the angle of penetration just enough it started rubbing a very nice spot within him.
Crowley, always one to please, slowed to give long, deep thrusts. While slower, they were no less powerful. The change in angle, with the new pace, and pressure on his clit from his slumped position had Aziraphale climbing to his peak faster than anticipated. Crowley nuzzled along Aziraphale’s neck and bit down, needing another point of contact.
At the feeling of Crowley’s fangs sinking into the meat of his neck, Aziraphale tumbled head first into his orgasm. He let out a groan as he felt his cunt start rhythmically spamming around Crowley, a new rush of slick coating them both as he came. Feeling the spasms, Crowley growled and buried himself as deep as possible, grinding hard.
Just as Aziraphale was starting to reach the end of his orgasm, his spasms slowing, he felt a schlorp from inside of him. He froze mid clench, as Crowley continued to grind away. Each movement caused a peculiar tugging sensation that seemed to be coming directly from his womb. The very tip of Crowley’s slightly inhuman penis had slipped through his cervix, oddly soft and receptive from the strange tingly lubricant Crowley produced. Crowley hadn’t seemed to notice yet, grinding and grunting away, yellow eyes glazed over in pleasure.
“Crowley … stop!” Aziraphale exclaimed, letting the slightest bit of angelic steel seep into his voice to grab Crowley’s attention.
Crowley stilled immediately, his eyes flew open and fixated on Aziraphale’s face. Aziraphale pried Crowley’s hands from his hips, which immediately tangled in the bedsheets, and attempted to lift off. However, he seemed well and truly stuck. He shifted slightly and realised he couldn’t feel a knot or any locks from the base of the dick within him, so he must be suctioned on directly from where Crowley’s tip had entered. Another careful tug up confirmed that yes, the tug was coming from where he thought it was. Crowley’s strange prick must have somehow … flowered open at the tip and was preventing him from breaking free.
As caught up as he was in figuring out what the bloody hell was happening, he hadn’t noticed Crowley whimpering with each movement, fit to burst. Crowley noticed what felt like a quail egg sized ball travelling to the base of his dick from his nutsack, he realised he was about to come, and something was coming out when he did.
“Angel, something’s coming.”
“Not now Crowley, you can hold it in until I figure out what’s going on.” Aziraphale’s tone had taken on an extremely demanding quality. Unfortunately for him, that tone was almost a surefire way to speed up Crowley’s orgasms.
“Angel something’s coming,” Crowley desperately tried again.
“What do you mean something’s coming?” Just then Aziraphale felt the lump within Crowley’s dick slip into his pussy where they were connected at the base.
“I think…” Crowley gasped, “I think it’s an egg.”
“Crowley, don't you dare lay an egg in me.” Aziraphale’s voice was pure steel.
“Angel, if you keep using that tone with me I don’t think we have much of a choice.” Crowley whined, tears were starting to prickle at the corners of his eyes from trying to hold back his pleasure.
“Crowley. Do. Not. Come.” Aziraphale bit out.
At the sound, Crowley lost his battle. He came with a loud moan, eyes screwed shut and claws piercing through the sheets below him. They could both feel the sensation of an egg shooting up Crowley’s dick, stretching both it and Aziraphale’s inner walls along the way, and deposit itself into Aziraphale’s womb with a pop. The egg was followed by a gush of liquid that had built behind it to help the egg along. As the last tremors tore through him, Crowley laid in a boneless heap on the bed, having never nut quite so hard in his life. Which would make sense, as he had never came an egg before that moment.
Crowley slipped into an unresponsive state as he came down from the aftershocks. Aziraphale attempted to get his attention, but was rewarded only with the barest slit of a glazed over yellow eye gazing back at him. He attempted to extricate himself from Crowley once again but found he was still suctioned on.
With a sigh, Aziraphale settled in to wait for Crowley to come back around, and took the opportunity to make some self-assessments. Letting a little grace flow, he extended his senses inward to try to figure out what just happened within him, and he was shocked when he brushed up against something he didn’t recognize, inside him. As Aziraphale focused in on the sensation, he gasped in realisation.
The little egg that was just unceremoniously deposited into him had its own unique little life force.
Oh. Oh. That … he didn’t realise that was possible. Somehow, the egg had been fertilised, though he had no idea how that could have happened with his current effort. It was highly unusual, though maybe that came with having a demon for a lover, an unusual pregnancy process.
He startled at the thought. He was now pregnant with whatever hybrid being they had created together. Aziraphale gently rested a hand over his lower stomach and smiled. This was something they had created together. In that moment there was a soft release of pressure as Crowley finally softened enough to break whatever seal he had created. Aziraphale took the chance to lift off slowly and reposition to be laying at Crowley’s side. He noticed there was no rush of fluid, and shifted enough to sense a plug was left in him to keep everything in place.
A glance down showed Crowley’s softening length had the tip mostly return to the tapered end, just with the hole at the tip slightly dilated.
Feeling the movement on the bed, Crowley started coming back to himself. He was shocked. He had never come so hard before it caused him to black out. Like a snake seeking heat, Crowley rolled to his side to wrap his limbs around Aziraphale as thoroughly as he could manage. He nuzzled into Aziraphale’s curls and let out a satisfied sigh as he heard his angel giggle in response. They both laid in satisfied silence until a thought occurred to Crowley. He had never come so hard in his life, because he had never come an egg before.
Crowley bolted upright and turned to look down at Aziraphale, an apology forming, but he stopped at seeing just how radiantly Aziraphale was glowing.
“Welcome back darling,” Aziraphale chuckled. Crowley noticed Aziraphale caressing his lower abdomen, which was slightly more distended than usual.
“Angel, I don’t know what that is, but we can banish it.” Crowley moved to snap and Aziraphale shot up to grab his hand, halting the movement.
“You will do no such thing. Crowley, don’t you realise what happened?”
“Hnggg I … I think I nut an egg. I didn’t even know I could do that. I mean, I didn’t know you had an egg kink angel. I guess we don’t have to banish it right away.” Crowley tried, confusion etched onto his face.
“Darling, do me a favour, can you seek out all the life forces in this room?”
Crowley was confused but complied. There was him of course, and Aziraphale, and the little egg inside Aziraphale …. Oh. The egg. It wasn’t just some weird nonviable snake thing. Crowley dropped a hand over Aziraphale’s to feel the bump as the pieces started clicking in place. Crowley looked at Aziraphale with wide eyes, to be met back with a teary eyed smile. He started tearing up too at the sight.
“Oh angel …. I … What do we do?” Crowley asked. A small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
“I don’t know, there’s not exactly a precedent for something like this, but. Whatever happens we are in this together my love.” Aziraphale raised a hand to caress Crowley’s cheek, wiping a tear away with his thumb.
Crowley finally let the smile he’d been fighting overtake him. He fell forward, burying his face into Aziraphale’s belly and started kissing every inch of skin he could. Aziraphale giggled at the sensation, stroking Crowley’s hair. There was still much left to discuss, even more to plan, but in that moment, he wanted to bask in the joy.
There was one thing he wanted to address.
“Crowley?”
“Yes angel?” Crowley replied, muffled, not lifting his head.
“Next time you decide to impregnate me with an egg, I’d appreciate a little warning.” Aziraphale jokingly chastised.
Crowley just barked a laugh and settled in, surrounded by love.