this is a forbidden kind of lustful love. a devil and an angel— two opposing sides of hell and heaven that were never meant to meet.

“i could eat you up,” nat mumbles, her long, forked tongue sliding over her fangs. the devil tail she has swings back and forth behind her.

“you aren’t supposed to, you know..” you reply, playing into that forbidden love role that’s really a serious matter, but in this case it’s hot and cute and everything nat likes about your relationship.

nat hums quietly, claws dragging up your soft thighs. her fingers trail upwards, the flowy, silk material of your black dress rippling around her touch. (black, a colour that angels symbolically do not wear, but.. nat likes to see you in all the colours you can’t be seen in. red, black..). the tip of nat’s nail grazes the pure ivory of your wings, playing with the smooth, velvety feathers.

gorgeous.

“i know. but i’d love to, you know? plus, you look so hot in black..” she muses quietly.