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Fuck The Angel Outta Me
She knew that she wanted to give it away to him
A man sat on a soiled couch as he anxiously bit his lip. He had a rendezvous with an angel and she was fashionably late. The demon stretched the skin of his disguise, it pulled at an astonishing rate until he finally released it. The dark lighting of the strip club made it easy for him to play with his human form.
There was a woman who entered the area and she lit up the dark, grungy setting with her hidden divine light. He sat forward in his seat as she stepped toward him. The blare of the music deafened as she looked at him with disgust.
“Dante, you look like you’re expecting something.”
“Gabriel, I recall your wording. How you wanted to taste my darkness,” Dante responded. She broke into the ghost of a smile and tossed her hair back. The angel leaned forward and placed a hand on his emerging hardness. She looked like a cat batting with a play toy.
“That is just what you like to think,” the angel whispered in his ear.
He grabbed grabbed her small form and she gasped. Dante pushed her up against a wall. She bit into his shoulder and tried to push him back. They fell into an open area and he forced his weight down on her.
