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A searing brand melted deliciously against the pale flesh of Crowley's nape as the angel hung from her halo, which encircled the demon’s throat. She leant back in ecstasy, writhing her hips in rhythm with her lover, their slick folds grinding together with increasing urgency.
Aziraphale’s pearlescent wings erupted as she chased that tantalising friction; Crowley, who had previously been clawing deeply at her shoulder blades, now grappled at the base of each magnificent appendage, using all of her strength to keep her angel from falling backwards. Bodies shook with building tension; moans and cries came together in euphonic discordance.