Overly Familiar Ch. 02

Laila's face colored again as she smirked. "You say that like I should apologize for it, but it just makes me happy. I'll try harder not to be so naughty."

"Try later." Matt chuckled. "Get me hard again."

Laila's eyes lit in excitement at the order as she hopped off the pew, kneeling on the floor, unbuttoning Matt's pants and pulling both them and his boxers down in one swift motion before grabbing his cock with both hands and slowly pumping the shaft. Despite the order, Matt was already half hard and it didn't take much work to get him full mast again. Laila's sea blue eyes hungrily followed every throb of the member before parting her lips and swallowing the phallus into her mouth.

"Oh fuck!" Matt groaned as Laila pumped his shaft, stroking and twisting her hand, while adding an opposing twist to her head as she bobbed up and down on his dick. Her tongue swirled expertly around the head without breaking the vacuum seal her lips had on him. It was so surprisingly intense that the mere act of standing was becoming difficult. "You've done this before!" He accused with another moan.

Laila released Matt's cock from her lips with an audible pop, giving his cock a kiss before her other hand took the place of her mouth, not allowing the sensation to dull too much merely because she wanted to speak. "No. I haven't." She panted, catching her breath. "But I have seen it done and talked about in detail so many times that the actual number would mean nothing to you. And even that would only be counting the past few centuries."

After she gave her explanation, Laila kept both hands twisting and stroking his dick while her lips and tongue tended to his balls, licking and sucking them softly in direct contrast to her the steadily increasing pumps of her hands.

"Okay, okay! I just wanted to get hard, you're going to make me cum again at this rate." Matt hissed, taking Laila's blonde tresses in his hand to force her off.

"Oh please, Matt." Laila pleaded, her lips sticking out in a pout. "Let me suck it a little longer. I get the feeling I do it better than Mara."

Matt's eyes bulged before he regained his composure and smirked. "I will neither confirm nor deny that statement."

Laila rolled her eyes and let out a small laugh. "I knew she was watching..." Her eyes darkened mischievously. "Does she have a good view?"

"No comment." Matt chuckled. It was an interesting sensation. He could feel what Laila felt, and he could feel what Mara felt(who wasn't overly happy with that non-answer earlier, but was still lazily fingering herself on an opposite pew, her cloaking spell paying dividends with Matt's help), but he could somehow cut off what they felt from each other. And thankfully, it didn't require much focus, or he'd have lost it when he was rage fucking Laila earlier. "Fine. Keep going. You already showed off. Now ease up."

Laila let out a happy squeal. "Yes Matt." Moaning softly, Laila took his dick into her mouth again, the seal her lips formed just as intense but her movements going much slower, savoring him with each swirl of her tongue. She also began to experiment with how deep she could take him, sliding his cock deeper and deeper down her throat.

Even with the more subdued way Laila was sucking him, Matt knew he'd cum again if he wasn't careful. Any slight trepidation she had to begin with had left once her ego had been stroked. Matt let out a happy sigh as he felt Laila's lips at the base of his shaft, having fully deep throated him. Looking him in the eyes, she stuck out her tongue, massaging his balls with it while his cock was still down her throat.

"Naughty girl..." Matt moaned at both the unexpected visual as well as the sensation. "I thought I said to stop showing off."

"Mm-mmph!" Laila apologized, working her way up his cock again.

"And talking with your mouth full. That's it. Get up. Bend over." Matt order, trying to keep the sternness in his voice with how good Laila was making him feel.

Laila released him again with a pop before visibly pouting. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were actually looking for any possible reason to punish me for being naughty..."

"Backtalk." Matt pointed out with a smirk.

Laila giggled and did as ordered, standing up and bending over one of the pews. No sooner had she done so before she felt Matt's hand striking her ass. "I will not be a naughty girl!"

"Empty words." Matt taunted. "I try to punish you and you just keep being a filthy, filthy girl." As he looked at Laila's firm ass in the air, yet another wicked idea struck him. He could see Laila shudder as she felt it.

"W-what are you thinking about this time?" She stammered nervously.

"Oh, I was just thinking about how you said that touching your wings was filthy because I wasn't supposed to touch you there." Matt stated in a pondering tone. "I just thought of another place I could take you that would be quite filthy as well." A picture being worth a thousand words, Matt chose to give a demonstration as opposed to telling her the idea, as the head of his cock pressed against her asshole.

"Oh God! Matt! That's..." Laila lost her words as a powerful shudder shook through her as she felt his cock, still slick with her saliva, slowly forcing its way into the tight hole. "Please be gentle!"

"Do you deserve me being gentle?" Matt asked with a grin, having to grab Laila's hips for purchase before he could push any further.

Laila whimpered, panting hard as Matt's cock penetrated her, a momentary wave of embarrassment hitting her as she remembered that she was being watched from wherever Mara was. "No...but could you do it anyway?"

"No." Matt replied, even though he was clearly taking it easy on her. As he pumped his hips, he was only gradually inching himself inside of her, allowing Laila to adjust to his girth.

"How come you can lie?" Laila whined, her wings trembling while they moved with small, almost imperceptible flaps.

"Would you rather I tell the truth in this case?" Matt chuckled, using one of his hands to grip Laila's ass, spreading her cheeks slightly, giving himself a better view of what he was doing to her.

"No..." Laila moaned as another wave of self-consciousness went through her as she caught onto what he was doing.

"Alright then. So, what should you be doing?" Alex bent over so that his lips were closer to Laila's ear to taunt her further. The new position caused her wings to move against him ever so slightly, working perfectly for his plan.

Laila shuddered hard again as she felt Matt touching her wings once more. "I should be...shutting the fuck up and taking your dick in my ass."

"Good girl!" Matt growled, grabbing Laila's hair and pulling it hard enough that it turned her head to side, allowing him to lick her cheek. Her whimper at this made that dark side of him flare up again, shoving the rest of his dick inside of her to the base as he watched her eyes roll in the back of her head along with another round of shuddering.

"So...big..." Laila moaned, her asshole squeezing the hard cock deep inside of her. Every throb and pulse of it sending a jolt of pleasure through her.

"Ready?" Matt purred in her ear, giving the side of her neck a few soft kisses as her breathing leveled out. He could feel her acceptance before she actually nodded somewhat with a whimper, he assumed to be a sound of confirmation. "No... You're not." He chuckled.

Before Laila could process the implied threat, Matt had already straightened up his posture. Reaching around the base of her wings, almost as if he were about to hug them before his hands got a good grip on them. Laila's eyes bulged as she realized that he was about to use the hold he had on her wings as leverage to fuck her in the ass. She shuddered so violently that Matt had almost thought she came.

A squeak escaped Laila's lips as she was pulled into the first thrust. It was experimental. Gentle. Matt repositioned his grip and tried again, clearly happy with the effort this time as his grip tightened. It took a while for Laila realize that the reason the squeaks she let out were getting quieter with each thrust was because she wasn't breathing. Remembering to inhale, the air was immediately driven out of her with another thrust as Matt's tempo began to increase.

Matt wanted to let go the same way he had when he was going full force in Laila's cunt, but he could feel how intense it was for her. Her body could physically take the force, but he wasn't sure her mind could. It was all over the place emotionally, just a torrent of humiliation and ecstasy. He could also feel just a twinge of rejection. As if they were straddling the line of how filthy she was willing to get. He might have even let go if she wasn't clearly enjoying it more than anything else.

It reminded him of how Mara would wrap her tail around him when they fucked. Laila's wings flapped at awkward intervals as they shuddered against the force that he used against them. While still dull, the electrical buzz had definitely increased in this position and it drove him forward, shoving his dick in her ass over and over. Her feelings were so intense that he couldn't hold back. He knew he wasn't going to last much longer.

This was good however, since he could feel Laila fading. There was so much of a pleasure overload that he could feel her mind leaving, fading away into some happy space. There was something about that, that he didn't like. He wanted her right in the here and now. Leaning forward, Matt whispered his intentions in her ear.

"OH MY GOD! MATT!! " Laila screamed as soon as she heard him, which only turned into garbled nonsense as the switch flipped and Matt went all out for just a few more seconds. It was all he needed. Laila's blend of pleasure and disgust at what he'd said shot her almost immediately into an orgasm and like before, he knew he wouldn't be able to hold this one back.

Matt let out a loud groan as he shot a rope of cum deep in Laila's ass and then, just as he'd threatened, he pulled his dick out of her and jerked it a few more times as his cum shot all over Laila's wings, a few drops missing and hitting her back. The reaction was instant. Matt had to grab ahold of the pew as Laila came again. It went on so long that he began to wonder if he broke her, but eventually it began to ebb as all three of them panted, trying to catch their breaths.

Matt looked across to the other pew now that he could easily see and hear Mara now. She was sprawled over the pew almost comically as if one wrong move and she'd fall right to the floor.

"Sorry..." Mara panted. "You came...really hard... Couldn't...hold spell... Just...gimme-a...moment..."

Matt chuckled, looking over to Laila again. Interestingly enough, while he could still see the few drops of cum on her back, her wings were spotless. It made him wonder if they had just sucked it in like a sponge or what exactly had happened to it.

"You...just...came...on my soul!" Laila was able to get out between breaths.

"I think I came in your soul actually." Matt said, still curiously wondering what exactly happened to his spunk. It was hard to keep a straight face as Laila turned around.

Since he'd known her, Laila had always been very on point, physically speaking. Not a hair out of place, her clothes and makeup immaculate, the whole nine yards. So, seeing her hair all frazzled, her face a mixture of satisfaction, panic, and confusion, it was as if he'd fucked the Laila out of her. He was curious what she'd say but instead she launched herself at him and kissed his lips as if he'd die if she stopped.

Matt could feel Laila's emotions bubbling over and kissed her back with the same intensity. He could tell she needed this and had no problem being there for her as she came down from it. It took a few minutes before their kissing eased up and Matt felt like he could tease her again. "So...take it that's the filthiest thing you've ever had done to you?"

"Master...all of that was the filthiest thing I've ever had done to me. It was... I don't think I can handle you cumming on my wings like that on a regular basis..." Laila said, still trembling slightly in his arms.

"Fuck, I don't think I could handle that on a regular basis, and I got an offshoot of an offshoot of it." Mara murmured, having gotten a hold of herself enough that she was now sitting up cross legged.

"Quiet you." Laila playfully teased, sticking her tongue out at the demon. "He didn't summon you, so you shouldn't even be here."

"Your fault." Mara hissed back with a grin.

"His fault." Laila responded, deflecting the blame.

"How was I supposed to know it would cause a cumsplosion?" Matt chuckled.

"That sounds messy and delicious." Mara replied with a grin.

"Go away! It's still my time!" Laila growled, clinging possessively to Matt, who just laughed.

"Fine. Fine." Mara rolled her eyes, fading from view again.

"I know you're still there!" Laila accused.

"Prove it." Mara's voice echoed through the church from no discernible direction.

"She's such a bitch." Laila huffed petulantly.

"Shame you'll have to deal with her then." Matt chuckled again, drawing Laila's attention with another kiss.

The distraction clearly worked as she looked lovingly up at him. "I-" Laila began before she seemed to think over what she wanted to say. Matt tried not to laugh and just wait patiently as she tried to figure out how to word what she wanted to say without him spanking her for it. "I...will...always miss my grace. It was a part of me. Yours...absolutely helps, but it's...not the same. But that said...you keep me and fuck me like that, and I'll be able to deal." Laila said with a mischievous grin, playfully nuzzling into Matt's chest.

Matt chuckled, running his fingers through Laila's hair as he pet her. "You know...this person I know used to tell me all the time, just because you can deal with something doesn't mean you have to."

"Wise person." Laila replied with a giggle. "You should listen to her more."

"I am." Matt smiled. "Your missing grace. To me, it...feels like a wound. I can heal wounds."

Laila smiled kindly back. "That's a sweet thought. But you were born with grace. Heaven granted me mine. They took it away, leaving a slight sliver so I'll always know what I'm missing. You can't just...give it back. It's okay. I've accepted it."

Matt tilted Laila's head up and gave her a deep kiss. Finding his magic pool, which felt much larger now, he harnessed his focus into replacing what was missing.

Almost echoing what happened when Matt collared Laila, she broke the kiss and took a few steps back, her eyes wide in shock as her wings went from white back to the brilliant glow they'd previously had while Laila stood looking at herself dumbfounded. "This is...impossible. How...? How did...?"

"Easy." Matt shrugged, smiling widely at her. "I tried."