Holy Hell - The Second Course

As an angel, Az gets paid very well. Angels boast the fastest flight speed of any race and are also inordinately strong for their size, letting her and others like her run a monopoly on same-hour overseas shipping. Add in that there are only a few thousand angels living among mortals in the first place with only a few hundred willing to work a delivery job and one can imagine just how high in demand Az was - and how fat her salary was.

That’s why Az was a little miffed when Lillian’s high-rise condo was nicer than hers.

The red-headed angel followed her short date partner inside her flat, taking everything in with a raised brow. Based on the living area alone, the condo was bigger, cleaner, and more pricily furnished than Az’s home. It looked sparsely lived in as well, a stark contrast from Az’s high-quality but well-worn furniture. As Lillian scuttled past her after locking the door, Az asked, “What did you do for a living again?”

“Who, me?” Lillian started. She shook her head. “Shit, of course you mean me. I’m, uh… a director of sorts for a big company.”

“A ‘big company’, hm?” Az mused. With a hand resting on her stomach (which was still very much bloated even after being driven half an hour from the restaurant), Az examined one of the paintings hanging on the wall. This thing alone had to cost thousands of dollars. “To be direct, are you referring to a company or a ‘family’?”

Lillian paused halfway through taking off her denim jacket. “Family-? Oh, no no no, I’m not in anything underground or illegal!” Lillian paused again. “Uh… at least, I’m pretty sure we don’t do anything illegal…?”

“Joy,” Az sighed. Her stomach gurgled loudly and the angel remembered the reason why Lillian was the first date that had gotten Az to their home after dozens of failed matches. She pushed all thoughts of whatever shady business Lillian might be involved in aside and licked her lips. “I’m feeling hungry after the drive over. You mentioned having cake if I recall?”

A hint of red pushed onto Lilian’s cheeks. She hastily tossed her jacket onto her couch and gestured for Az to follow while saying, “Right, yeah, right over here in the kitchen! I’ll get it right out for you.”

Az traipsed after Lillian, who was now bustling around her modestly sized kitchen attached to the living area. There was a dining table in the corner of the room with wall-sized windows overlooking the city below, but Az wasn’t impressed. She could fly, after all. A confined view like this was pleasant but nothing more. The angel opted for a seat at the granite-topped kitchen island that separated the kitchen from the living area instead. She slid onto the barstool and scowled. Lord above, even the barstools were luxury. Just what did Lillian do to be able to afford such a place?

Soon after sitting down, Az was served a massive slice of crimson cake with sparkling red filling dripping down from two separate crosssections. She blinked. “When you said you baked, I was assuming it was as a hobby.”

“It is,” Lillian replied. She was still bustling around, getting out ingredients and various baking tools. She glanced over. “I mean, it’s kinda a hobby? I started because my roommate loved sweets but hated making them and I wanted to do something nice for them. Then I realized how much I liked it when they would eat everything I made no matter how much I made. I kept baking, they kept eating, and after a while, it just sort of became a thing I do a lot even though I live alone now.”

Az could care less about Lillian’s roommate, but if this cake tasted as exquisite as it looked, then Az might have to send them a thank-you basket at some point. She picked up a fork Lillian had left next to her plate and carved off a piece with equal parts fluffy velvet and cherry goo. With bated breath, Az put the cake into her mouth…

“-Mmmmph.” Az moaned softly. She swallowed before saying, “Holy Hennesy, this is amazing. If everything you make is this good, then you’re a criminal for not selling your sweets.”

Lillian giggled. She was currently mixing a bowlful of ingredients with practiced grace. “Awww, you’re too much! Here-” The devil set her bowl down and picked up a nearby platter that held- oh Lord, it was the rest of the cake. Only two slices were missing from it. Lillian carefully carried it over to the island and set it within Az’s reach. “Eat as much as you want - and I do mean that~. I already had my slice when I first made it.”

All this cake - this moist, rich, velvety cake… just for Az? It was a dream come true~. She ate a heaping bite of her current slice and moaned again. Az had a feeling that she wouldn’t be able to go home tonight even if she wanted to. She’d either be too heavy to fly, too full to move, or too big to fit into any clothes. She didn’t care about any of that, but Lillian likely would - and with Lillian happy, Az just might get even more of these addicting sweets in the future. Truly a win-win for everyone involved~.

Az helped herself to a constant intake of cake while watching Lillian prep the promised peanut-butter cookies. She’d never really considered the work that went into making mortal foods, but it looked like a lot of effort. Sure, the effort might be worth it when it tasted this great, but it was still effort. Az wiped a dollop of cherry filling off of her cheeks and licked her finger clean. There was still a third of the cake left. Looks like Az could put in a little more effort of her own…

By then, Lillian was putting little balls of peanut-colored dough on a giant baking tray. She slid it into the oven, which she’d started preheating at some point (Az had been a little too busy eating to notice everything), and dumped a small pile of tools and dishes into her sink. She finally looked over at Az, then looked at the cake, then back to Az. She bit her lip. “W-Wow, you’ve certainly been… busy.”

“Mm-hmm,” Az responded through a mouthful of cake. She swallowed, then covered her mouth to suppress a belch. “I’m getting a little parched, though. Do you have anything to drink?”

Lillian’s eyes drifted longingly down Az’s body, but she still went over to her fridge. “I’ve only got water, milk, and sparkling water. I think I have some coffee beans around here somewhere, but I wouldn’t know how to make coffee out of them. I just have them for baking.”

Az raised a brow. “No alcohol? I’m surprised.”

“I don’t drink much and the people I bring home are usually already drunk,” Lillian responded.

“Fine,” Az sighed. “Milk will do.”

Lillian came back with a full jug of milk and set it down on the island. She started to leave, presumably to get a glass, but stopped when Az cracked open the jug’s lid and took a sizable sip straight from it. She wasn’t a big fan of milk, but it wasn’t terrible either. It was nice to have it every once in a while. When given a strange look from Lillian, Az just pointedly asked, “What?”

“N-No, nothing,” Lillian gulped. Her eyes drifted downwards again while Az quenched her dry throat. Then she hesitantly asked, “S-So… uh… c-can I still ask to see whenever I want…?”

Az stopped drinking. She raised an eyebrow at Az. “Of course you can. You’re feeding me amazing food and even cooking for me. If anything, you can ask for more now if you want.”

“M-More?” Lillian’s voice quivered. She shook her head and chuckled. “Jesus Christ, listen to me. You’d think I was a virgin or something and not a devil, ha! All this just because of a little bit of tum!”

Lillian continued to laugh nervously while Az made sure to thoroughly lick any sugar residue off her fingers. Then the angel stood up. That got Lillian to shut up right quick. Az’s stomach was huge and swollen now, closely resembling a late-stage pregnancy. Her dress, which normally flowed elegantly around her lower calves, had now lifted a severe amount in the front to the point that her knees were just about exposed. In addition, her stomach was loud. It gurgled, rumbled, and groaned constantly, as if lamenting how much work it would have to do to deal with Az’s indulgence.

Az reached behind herself and pulled her dress tight against her body, plastering the cloth as close to her bloated gut as possible. She smirked when she saw how vibrantly red Lillian’s face was getting. “You mentioned pictures earlier, didn’t you?” Az wondered aloud. “You’re welcome to those should you want them. You also mentioned feeding me, though I’m not sure if that would be all that gratifying for you-”

“It would!” Lillian cut in abruptly. She cleared her throat and glanced away before continuing more collectedly, “I-It would be gratifying, y-yeah.”

Az shrugged. “Then you can do that as well. As far as I’m concerned, you can do anything you wish to me right now until I say stop.”

Lillian’s eyes were like dinner saucers as she stared at Az. “A-Anything?”

“That is what I said, yes,” Az said shortly. She took a second to take another heavy drag of milk and noticed a small sense of fullness in her belly. Now there was an unusual feeling. It had been decades since Az had last managed to eat enough to feel full, yet now she was starting to reach that point when she wasn’t even close to done yet. This had the makings for a wonderful night ahead of her…

Meanwhile, Lillian was staring at Az with lustful eyes and nervous energy abundant in her hands. “So, uh, I wanted to touch your belly, then…?”

“Yes, you could do that.”

“I could rub it, then?”

“Yes, you could.”

“Press on it?”

“Yes.”

“Slap it?”

“Yeah.”

“Kiss it?”

“Go ahead.”

“Draw on it?”

Az rolled her eyes and glared at Lillian. “I’m more than a gut, you know. I meant you can do anything to any part of me.”

“O-oh. So, uh, like-”

“Whatever you’re going to ask, yes. The answer is yes.”

Lillian chuckled nervously yet again. “R-Right, yeah. S-Sorry, I’m just not used to the total lack of flirting or foreplay. I guess I should’ve expected an angel to be a quick and clean missionary type.”

“I don’t know how you got to that conclusion off of what I said,” Az retorted, a little irritated. She sat back down on the barstool and huffed to herself while stuffing more cake into her mouth. She still couldn’t get a solid read on Lillian, even if she was a little easier than most other people. She was the type to have casual flings and one-night stands, yet a little overeating and she couldn’t think straight? Az just didn’t get it-

Ah! In the middle of a sizable mouthful of cake, a pair of warm hands had slid around Az from behind and were rubbing her swollen stomach. It figures that Lillian would go for there even after Az’s insistence that anywhere was fair game, but… she had to admit, while it wasn’t very hot, that rubbing on her tight stomach did feel good…

“Wow… it’s so hard… How can you fit so much inside of you…?” Lillian wondered under her breath, her head pressed into Az’s wing. Her fingers pressed into Az’s stomach, making the taller woman croon softly. A warm burp rumbled up her throat, though Az didn’t bother to muffle this one. At this point, she figured that the devil probably didn’t mind burps - or, rather, she might be actively excited by them. Az wasn’t sure how to feel about that one, truth be told. She’d figure that out in time. For now, though…

While Lillian continued to massage her belly, Az helped herself to the rest of the cake. Each forkful of the decadent dessert somehow tasted even better than it had before. What didn’t change after Lillian started rubbing, though, was that Az was starting to get full. The pressure in her belly only continued to rise with each heavy swallow. Despite this, Az kept eating at the same consistent pace. She wasn’t the type to get sick, and the pressure didn’t bother her at all. She just wanted to keep tasting this amazing cake for every moment she could.

All good things must come to an end, though. Az mournfully licked her fork clean while eyeing the now-empty cake platter. Her stomach gurgled nosily under Lillian’s eager hands. It had blown up even further with almost an entire sizable cake added in, easily putting her at the size of late-term twins. Her dress, which was pinned under her butt, was being pushed to its limits. She could feel it restricting her belly, pulling on her collarbone, and pressing on her chest. She wasn’t opposed to feeling bound like this. If anything, it was getting her a little in the mood. Add in the surprisingly sensual belly rubs, and Lillian might just get jumped tonight.

After the cookies, of course. That rich peanut butter smell permeating the kitchen made sure that Az didn’t forget her next course. Her mouth watered in anticipation and her guts rumbled in dread. Oh, be still, her heart~.

The cookies weren’t ready yet, though. With nothing to do in the meantime, and with her juices flowing… Az reached down and grabbed one of Lillian’s hands. It was soft, but her palms were a little tough - the sign of a hard worker. The devil tensed up, stuttering, “H-Huh?” as Az pulled her hand up from her belly. She kissed one of her knuckles softly, getting a small squeak from the devil. Az felt Lillian’s tail tightly coil around her leg. Az chuckled and kissed Lillian’s hand again. Then she moved up, kissing the back of her hand, then her wrist. “W-W-Wait- hold on a second!” Lillian stammered just as Az reached the crook of her arm.

The angel turned her head to peer in between her wings, putting on her best bedroom eyes. “What is it?” Az purred.

Lillian’s face was bright scarlet from chin to ear. “I-I-It’s just- uh- I-I mean- the cookies! Th-They’ll burn if-”

“You have a timer set, right? We can take a moment when they’re done. Besides, didn’t you want to feed me…?”

“I-I- I so do, but-”

“But what, k-i-t-t-e-n?”

Az’s lips curled up into a smirk as she practically saw steam billowing from Lillian’s ears. Her tail curled even tighter around Az’s leg. “K-Kitten- N-No, I-I mean-”

The sinful angel cut her shorter partner off. “By the way, can you help me unbind my wings? It’s always hard to free myself after a big meal, and after how much I’ve eaten tonight, I might not be able to reach at all…”

“O-Oh, uh, yeah- yeah, sure,” Lillian pulled her arm out of Az’s hand and took a couple of steps back. “So- uh, so how do I do this?”

“There’s a small, white cloth band strapped around them around halfway up. You know how to handle straps don’t you?”

While Az pulled her scarlet hair out of Az’s way, the devil laughed nervously. “Right, yeah- yeah. Ok.” A pair of shaky hands started feeling around Az’s wings. They weren’t very sensitive, so it didn’t feel special in any way, but it was fun just knowing how nervous Lillian was about this. Then-

“Oooooh, yes!” Az exclaimed happily as the tight strap holding her wings bunched up together behind her back released. Her bright white wings, fluffy and beautiful, shot out to either side of her, stretching to their full length. Az crooned, “Oh lord, that feels good~.”

“Hey, uh- do you need these straps attached at the base of your wings undone too?”

Az smirked. “Yes, those too if you could, please.”

There was more fiddling, then more relief as another pair on Az’s body was set free. Lillian’s voice sounded out again, “Ok, they’re off. What did those do…?

Instead of answering, Az instead stood up. Her dress shot up her front once again, bringing the hem all the way up to her thighs. She turned around, smiled, and reached inside her dress from the top. Lillian’s eyes widened as Az’s hand came back out holding her bra. “Thanks, kitten. I also wasn’t sure if I would be able to take this off myself.”

Lillian just gaped while Az set her bra on the island and turned back to her shorter date partner. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Lillian’s shoulder, pulling her closer. Her body pressed into Az’s overstuffed stomach, sending a wave of tension throughout her gut. A rumbling echoed through her belly, rising up her body until it came out her mouth as a burp that reverberated off the walls. Az chuckled. “How improper of me. My bad. Now then, where were we…”

Az bent her head down closer to Lillian’s, which was currently buried in her breasts. Lillian’s eyes were swimming and the poor overwhelmed gay was just stammering, “I- but- uh- wait- but- ah- uh- hold on- UH-”

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* BEEP*-

“THE COOKIES!” Lillian cried out. She dipped out of Az’s arms by ducking down, then scuttled around the taller woman to go to the oven. Az tsked and folded her arms under her chest. She might not be great at reading people, but she wasn’t blind. The devil was obviously attracted to her, and she had no qualms about one-night stands, but she was resisting Az’s subtle signals for some reason. Dang it. She hoped that whatever was going on was solvable. Az was in the mood and she’d finally found someone not disgusting. It’d be a shame if the night ended with a pregnant farewell and a quick, cold flight home.

Az’s lust was waylaid for a moment by the scent of rich, sugary peanut butter getting even stronger. Her stomach rumbled in anticipation of the tasty cookies that would soon be stuffing her even further. Ok, maybe she could put her libido on hold for just a little longer so she could have one last snack…

A small mound of heavenly-looking cookies rested on a plate in Lillian’s hands. She set it on the island and gestured to it, a smile plastered on her face. “O-Ok, here you go! My original recipe for peanut butter cookies! I- I mean, I say original but they’re nothing special, I just add some almond extract and I make extra sure to get them out of the oven early-”

Actually, both libido and hunger could wait for the time being. This needed to be addressed now. “Hmph.”

Lillian blinked. She stared at Az, who was still standing crossly and wasn’t making any attempt to enjoy the no-doubt amazing cookies. Lillian bit her lip. “I-Is there… something wrong…?”

“Wrong? Maybe.” Az crossed her arms under her chest and above her gut (which made a somewhat decent armrest at this point). “I was under the impression that you wanted to feed me, after all, but it seems like you intend for me to eat those myself.”

A bead of sweat ran down Lillian’s neck. She laughed shakily, then cleared her throat. “I- I mean, yeah, I- I do, but-”

“And there it is. The problem.” Az stalked forward and planted her hands on the island. She glowered at Lillian, who stumbled back a few steps. “The ‘buts’. I’d like a straight answer, Lillian. Why are you holding back?”

“H-Holding back? I-I’m not holding back!” Lillian stammered quickly. She was avoiding Az’s gaze. “I-It’s just that- y-you seemed opposed to one-night stands before, and I was w-worried that you were doing this just for my sake, and-”

“For your sake? Please.” Az scoffed. “I am nowhere near kind enough to put myself out like that. You’re also right that I’m not one for casual flings.”

Lillian’s brow furrowed. “Th-Then why-?”

“For lord’s sake, weren’t you supposed to be the social one? Read the social cues.” Az stood up straight and gestured up and down her body. “A gorgeous woman who indulges your kinks and hates casual flings invited you to do literally anything to her body. What do you think that means?”

If Lillian’s thoughts were mechanized, then Az likely would have heard the gears screeching in her head as the devil desperately tried to process Az’s words. Then, to Az’s absolute frustration, it wasn’t delight that showed up on Lillian’s face, but instead apprehension. “B-But I’m a devil. We’re kinda known for being promiscuous and… y’know… evil. And you’re a… y’know…”

“Would you cheat on me?”

Lillian’s apprehension shifted to confusion. “Wh-What?”

Az rolled her eyes. “It’s a simple question. If we dated, would you cheat on me?”

“N-No, of course not!”

“Then that’s that.” Az squelched a rising burp since this seemed like a bad time to make Lillian randy, much to her roiling stomach’s displeasure, then continued, “Yes, I expressed displeasure at you being a devil. That’s because devils are disgusting, heathenous creatures.”

Lillian’s eyes fell. “See? So-”

“And-” Az pressed on, silencing Lillian. “Humans are crass and weak, fae are childish and self-centered, lamia are cold and uncaring, and angels are arrogant and overly sensitive. I hate people, in general. What I don’t hate are individuals.”

“I…” Lillian’s face went blank. “I… S-Sorry, I don’t know what that means.”

“Oh, for Pete’s sake-” Az stormed around the island, giant gut wobbling angrily, and put her hands under Lillian’s arms. The devil squeaked in protest as Az easily lifted her up off the ground and brought her face close to her own. “Put simply: I don’t care about what you are so long as you are you and I am me. Now, do you want to feed me, bed me, and have me as your own? Or do you want me to leave so you can keep filling your ‘black book’?”

The violet-haired woman opened her mouth and closed it several times, but no sounds came out. Then… her eyes closed and her tail wrapped itself gently around Az’s forearm. Her eyes opened. She was smiling. “Then… be gentle with me, alright?”

A joyous smirk spread across the angel’s face as she set Lillian down. She bent down, running a hand through the devil’s fluffy hair. “Only if you’re rough with me, k-i-t-t-e-n~. Now then, about those cookies…”

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Holy shit - a SECOND fic? In a single week? What the hell is going on?

It's a handful of things~. First, I'm getting used to my new schedule at work. Second, I'm in the mood for writing. Third, I'm trying a new experiment where I go back to what I used to do at the start of my DA career, where I'd actually do multi-part stories. I don't know how you guys are liking the parts themselves, but for me? My productivity hasn't been this high in months, lol.

There'll be one more part to this little intro for Lillian and Azraea, methinks. There might be one more short afterward or something, but probably not another whole fic. Also, I know this fic and the last have been on the tamer side as far as my fics go, even in terms of tum content, but we're at the finale now - and I'm gearing up for some fun~.

Most of y'all might've noticed, but billing has been paused until late January. I'm still taking my promised hiatus month despite my increased productivity. I might still post a couple of things, but no promises.