Fic: Pedagogy (Castiel/Meg)
I did smut!!!
Just a lil thing (315 words), written for Porn Battle XII, but it's been a while. I must be feeling better if I can smut again!
My prompt was: Castiel/Meg, teach
"The Devil must be tempting."
That's how their lessons begin.
Castiel teaches Meg carefully, watching her closely to ensure he never has any reason to question his choice.
"One of Lucifer's most powerful weapons was his appeal, his beauty." He looks her over like she's a piece of art he's considering buying. "I don't believe that will be a problem for you. But there are other things you need to know."
He shows her what makes angels tremble, kneel, weep. He schools her in subtlety, in the power of false regret. He shows her that an open-handed slap - delivered with supposed reluctance - can cause more pain than a sword-cut given with malice. He demonstrates that anyone can drive a knife into a back, but only a friend knows exactly how to twist it.
It is hard-won knowledge that he shares; Meg knows this. And she is a dedicated student.
She repays him in kind, with lessons of her own. She shows him the pleasures of the bodies they inhabit, why the flesh between his legs longs to bury itself between hers. She instructs him in the diverse pleasures of a kiss, a lick, a bite. She teaches him what they can do with knives besides drive them into backs.
He clothes her in gold, places a crown on her head and seats her on the throne of Hell. Then he takes her right there, with enough force to make the fine stone carvings score her back and the royal chamber echo with the sound of their howls.
They join for hours. When he finally pulls himself away from her, his face fills with regret. His voice is low enough that none of the demons assigned to serve her can hear but Meg's head echoes with his whispered words.
"I don't want to leave you."
She smiles with schoolgirl pride. She has learned well.
The Devil must be tempting.
Just a lil thing (315 words), written for Porn Battle XII, but it's been a while. I must be feeling better if I can smut again!
My prompt was: Castiel/Meg, teach
"The Devil must be tempting."
That's how their lessons begin.
Castiel teaches Meg carefully, watching her closely to ensure he never has any reason to question his choice.
"One of Lucifer's most powerful weapons was his appeal, his beauty." He looks her over like she's a piece of art he's considering buying. "I don't believe that will be a problem for you. But there are other things you need to know."
He shows her what makes angels tremble, kneel, weep. He schools her in subtlety, in the power of false regret. He shows her that an open-handed slap - delivered with supposed reluctance - can cause more pain than a sword-cut given with malice. He demonstrates that anyone can drive a knife into a back, but only a friend knows exactly how to twist it.
It is hard-won knowledge that he shares; Meg knows this. And she is a dedicated student.
She repays him in kind, with lessons of her own. She shows him the pleasures of the bodies they inhabit, why the flesh between his legs longs to bury itself between hers. She instructs him in the diverse pleasures of a kiss, a lick, a bite. She teaches him what they can do with knives besides drive them into backs.
He clothes her in gold, places a crown on her head and seats her on the throne of Hell. Then he takes her right there, with enough force to make the fine stone carvings score her back and the royal chamber echo with the sound of their howls.
They join for hours. When he finally pulls himself away from her, his face fills with regret. His voice is low enough that none of the demons assigned to serve her can hear but Meg's head echoes with his whispered words.
"I don't want to leave you."
She smiles with schoolgirl pride. She has learned well.
The Devil must be tempting.
