how to seduce an angel

De Vere's feathers feel great to the touch.

I have thought about many possible tactile sensations, but perhaps it is the psychological satisfaction that makes the current feeling far exceed my expectations.

Just touching it with my fingertips wasn't enough, I went a step further and grabbed Deville's wing, and then I fumbled for it.

The large feathers covering the outside of the wings are arranged neatly and tightly, and the barbs are very resilient. Especially when you use your fingertips to stroke the tail of the feathers, you can clearly feel the process of the feathers returning to their original shape after being bent.

The down feathers on the inside are extremely soft, fluffy and fluffy to the touch, stained with the cool smell of the owner's body, stroking it with fingers, like brushing a piece of dandelion, brings a very faint fragrance.

In fact, the wings of angels and demons are like this. They are hard on the outside and soft on the inside, and the inside of the wings is usually used to hug themselves or their lovers.

By allowing me to touch his wings, Dwyer showed me his soft side, and the realization pleased me immensely.

From the down feathers to the front feathers and then to the hard wing bones, the movements of my hands gradually became rough and disorderly. I grabbed vigorously and rubbed them carefully as if I wanted to distinguish each feather. The desire to rub and entangle with one's own feathers.

I approached uncontrollably, and the tip of the folded part of the wing touched Deville's wing. For a moment, it seemed that an electric current and heat flowed through my body at the same time, which aroused a shiver and aroused the deepest desire in my heart.

It wasn't until I heard my own inhalation that I suddenly came back to my senses, stopped, and belatedly remembered to observe Deville's expression——

Deville was touched by the wings, and his face remained unchanged. There was not even the slightest hesitation or wavering in his eyes. He just looked at me lightly, judging my actions with a set of standards that only he knew.

I've never seen an angel or demon react like this when their wings were touched.

"Did you not feel the wings being touched?" I asked wonderingly.

"What do you feel?"

"Uh, heartbeat, fever or something?"

Dwyer narrowed his eyes and said, "If you mean lust, I don't have that kind of thing."

"?"No?

Reluctantly, I touched his wings a few more times, and his expression was exactly the same as before.

Without the pleasure of wings, the fun in bed will be greatly reduced.

I let go of him, thought for a while, and asked, "You don't even have lust, why didn't you let me touch your wings last time?"

Dwyer replied: "Wings have special meaning to angels and demons."

But the conditions that made that special meaning valid were invalid for Deville.

I finally know why Deville agreed so happily. Whether it is kissing or touching wings, it is meaningless to him, and stopping me is only out of the common etiquette and dogma of the gods.

If he does not have the concept of sex in his heart, then no matter what he does, I am afraid that it is no different from talking and listening to the gospel, just as there is no difference in his eyes between angels and demons in peacetime.

Is this the perfect Seraphim?

The charming thoughts were left behind, and I asked: "Without lust, do you have other feelings? Do you have things you like and hate to do?"

Dwyer replied, "No."

"Then you always have to do things, don't tell me that you sit in a daze in the temple all day."

"Read a book or practice magic."

"What about other than that?"

"Nothing."

"..."

Unbelievable.

How did he live these hundreds of years?

I looked at him, confused for a moment: "If you just read books or practice every day, when did you lose those wings?"

Deville's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he glanced at me.

I was stared at by a pair of almost indifferent eyes, and my chest thumped.

"What? Still can't say?"

Dwyer answers most questions without hesitation, but taboo questions are no exception.

I had to change the question: "You... under what circumstances might you be tempted by others?"

"..."

"What are you doing? This can't be answered?"

"There won't be," DeVille said.

Does it mean that it is impossible to like someone else?

He is like a solid enchantment, there is no possibility of being broken.

But that's exactly what whetted my appetite for a challenge, and I couldn't wait to try it out.

When the angel was first seduced, the pleasure of breaking through the taboo was sent to the whole body by the blood along with the rhythm of the heartbeat, causing bursts of heart palpitations.

I just touched Deville's fingers and trembled almost like a spasm. I restrained my breathing that became disordered due to excitement, and exhaled slowly to make myself look less excited.

The light fragrance from Deville's wings still remained on my fingertips, and I raised my hand to lift the hair on the side of his face.

Deville raised his head slightly, and the golden hair slipped between my fingers.

After thinking about it, I withdrew my hand and smiled with interest.

His feathers are nice to the touch, which I love.

Sooner or later, I will let him take the initiative to use his wings to please me.

Will you be moved, "You have to try to know."