[CHASTITY] Uriel

She arrived home, took off her jacket, blouse, and bra, and unfurled her black, paper thin wings. With a sigh, she removed the glamour that hid her red horns in her raven black hair.

And she unzipped her pencil-thin skirt, revealing her angelically cursed chastity belt.

The filigree belt was a gift from Uriel, her former lover. They met clandestinely over hundreds of years, until the angel was caught by his Lord.

Trapping his lover was all that saved Uriel from what befell Lucifer before him. A lesson that even forgiveness has a price.

They had taught each other so much in their clandestine affair. She had taught him how to lust. He had taught her how to love. She had taught him how flesh can make the soul weak. He had taught her how the soul can make the flesh weak.

He taught her patience, she taught rapture.

Now this succubus, who could have any man falling for her with a look, only missed the one she couldn't have.

She could feel the angel semen in her, pure, inviolate, locked inside her. A drop could feed her hunger for a year, but she would lose that attachment to him.

The only consolation was that her lover was similarly chastened. A tube covered his angelic cock, still slick with her juices within it. The burning of her fiery soul would linger on his maleness, sticky, allowing him to feel only her burning passion, and nothing else.

He came home, took off his jacket and shirt, releasing his feathered wings.

He pulled down his pants, and idly fingered his caged cock. He could still feel the heat from her loving, decades since absent.

Even now he tried to harden, restrained by his diabolic cage.

Closing his eyes, he could imagine her hand.