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He grasped my hair, yanking my head back. “Now you’re going to come, and you’re going to scream my name so loud everyone in The Celestial will know the devil’s the one f*****g you.” With that, he reached around with his other hand and stroked my c**t, setting me off like a bomb. I convulsed around him, my knees growing weak, and only his hands holding me kept me upright. I screamed his name as a violent o****m ripped through me, like nothing I’d ever felt before. My hips bucked back against him, wanting it to never end, while he kept rubbing my c**t and filling me up. Only when I felt like I was bursting with pleasure to the point I’d surely die did he let himself go too. I felt it when he came, like a rush of power leaving his body, his wings flaring and his red eyes looking at me in the
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