by Dante King
Judyth’s going to kill us, is what I should have said. Instead, the words came out as a primal, caveman grunt as Maddie wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. Searing wet warmth enveloped the most sensitive part of my anatomy as she took me down to the base, her lips forming a tight seal as she worked her mouth down to my balls. As I bottomed out inside of her, she gave my testicles a gentle squeeze, as if encouraging me to drain their contents down her throat.
My fingers tangled deeper in her hair, coaxing her along. “Jesus, Maddie,” I panted, just watching her go. The sight of her bobbing up and down on my prick in front of the roaring fire was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she got off on the taste of my cock, tiny eruptions of pre-cum detonating on her tongue every few slurps.
Speaking of her tongue, the shit she did with it simply could not be matched. I’ve mentioned a couple times how on the same wavelength my angelic girlfriend and I truly were, and nowhere was this more apparent than the bedroom. (Or in this case, the living room). Maddie treated my cock the way it ought to be treated, with reverence and fun and a toe-curling lust that made it hard to keep from holding back as my swollen head hit the back of her throat over and over again.
Maddie could feel my balls swelling, the tidal wave of lust rising within me. She pulled off me with a wet little pop, stroking my shaft with both hands. Her fingers were slick with a mixture of her and my juices, and I was pretty sure she’d been rubbing herself silly to get her fingers coated before she started jerking me off.
“Don’t hold back,” she purred, locking eyes with me. “Judyth’s already going to know we’ve been gone too long. I want to eat your cum, Luke! Please, please pump my mouth full, baby! Give me every drop of hot, sticky load!”
God damn this girl was shameless! Maddie begged so sweetly that it was almost hard to believe she was this good at fucking and sucking. I would’ve loved to have bent her over and taken her roughly before the fire, but she was right—we’d taken too much time already. I needed to get off, and I needed it now.
Maddie realized it at the same moment. I told you we were on the same wavelength.
A naughty gleam entered the angel’s eyes as ran her tongue up and down my shaft. “Maybe you don’t want to cum in my mouth,” she said, grinning like the best girl in the world as she stroked me onto her face. “You want to paint my pretty face with your load, Luke? Is that it? You want to make me a dirty little angel?”
Holy shit, I thought, hitting the point of no return. My cock jerked in Maddie’s fingers, and both of us knew I was done.
Maddie laughed triumphantly as orgasm washed over me, ripping apart my senses. A thick rope of liquid lava shot from the eye of my swollen, pulsing head, spraying right across the angel girl’s glasses. The creamy white looked so sexy against the dark lenses that I couldn’t believe it.
“Good boy,” Maddie whimpered, groaning like she was the one getting off as I unloaded on her face. She smiled as hot spurts of seed covered her face, her neck, coating her glasses in a thick glaze of cream. The muscle underneath of my balls pulsed like a heartbeat, forcing every drop of my cum out like a squirt gun all over my girlfriend’s open, eager face. She kept stroking me, her fingers wrapped around my foreskin, miking my cock dry as the flow began to ebb.
By the time I came down from my peak, Maddie looked like one of the danishes she served at the diner where she’d worked. She took off her glasses and licked one of the lenses, savoring the taste of my cum all over her spectacles. I could see her tongue through the glass, lapping at my seed like it was liquid gold, and the sight almost made me cum a second time.
In fact, at first I thought the tingle in my pants was just that. But as I watched Maddie eat my load, I gradually realized it wasn’t my body creating that vibration—it was the cell phone I’d been given the last time I came to my subspace.
My movements slow and languid with afterglow, I pulled the phone from my pocket and glanced at the screen.
“Hey Luke!” read the text. Someone had added me to a group text, whose members were me, Christina, and Mareth. It looked like Maddie hadn’t been added yet because she didn’t have one of these special cell phones. “How’s subspace?”
Those texts had been sent by Mareth, who—according to the phone’s “current status” feature was attending a weekend class in the Infernal Academy. Sneaking her phone during a lecture, I thought, grinning. That’s my demon girl.
Three dots appeared at the bottom of the chat. “Mareth set up a ward that pings us whenever you step into subspace,” Christina texted, adding a little emoji of a grinning devil to the message. “So whenever you want a booty call, all you need is to let us know and we’ll come running…”
I laughed. These girls, man. What was I going to do with them?
“Is that Christina?” Maddie asked. She’d stopped lapping up my seed and waited with the glasses against her tongue, like a fetish model posing for a photo shoot. Suddenly, I realized she’d given me a golden opportunity.
“Yep,” I said, switching the phone’s camera app. “Say ‘cumslut’, babe!”
“Cumslut,” Maddie mouthed, giggling with the glasses against her tongue and lips. I snapped the picture, added a quick filter to it (an angelic one that surrounded Maddie with clouds and trumpets), and sent the photo to the group chat once I was done.
“Bet you wish you were here,” I texted the group, appending the words to the picture of Maddie.
Instantly, the three dots showed up in the group chat. Along with a notification that made me laugh: “several people are typing…”
“Great,” Mareth wrote. “I hope you know I’m touching myself in lecture hall now!”
Christina’s text was even more explicit. “Fuck I wish I was there to lick up all that cum!” she wrote, adding an emoji of an eggplant, fire, and another grinning devil to the message. “OMG save some for me I’ll be right there!”
“Me too!” Mareth wrote. A picture came through with the text—a blurry shot of the floor of the lecture hall, angled upward. Mareth had hiked up her skirt beneath her desk and moved her panties to the side, and had two fingers buried in her succubus snatch. Her black silk panties looked soaked.
“No time,” I said, adding a sad-face emoji. “Angels are expecting us. When I get back?”
“4sum!” Mareth typed. “Hell yah!”
The text immediately got a ‘heart’ react from Christina. Chuckling, I put the phone away.
“They really like you, babe,” I said, tucking my cock back into my pants. Maddie had disappeared while I’d been texting, running to the bathroom to clean her face. If we’d had time, of course, Maddie would have used her fingers and tongue and been all slutty about it, but we didn’t have enough wiggle room for a whole photo shoot. “How do you feel about a foursome after the tour?”
“Sounds awesome,” Maddie said, emerging from the bathroom. She looked fresh as a daisy, so much so that you almost couldn’t believe she’d just been on her knees begging me to cum all over her face. “We need to get me one of those cell phones so I can send naughty texts with everyone else. Will you buy me one after the tour, babe?”
“Totally,” I told her, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Whatever one you want. Are you sure there’s nothing I can do for you, by the way?” I hadn’t had a chance to make Maddie feel good, and was feeling a little strange about that.
“Nope! I just wanted to take care of you.” Maddie planted a kiss on my cheek. “Trust me, I enjoyed that almost as much as you did. I got everything I needed from being on my knees. You feel better now, babe?”
I thought about it for a moment. “You know what, I really do,” I admitted. The surge of feelings Judyth had tried to put inside my head with her little mind fuck had been dispelled by the sight of Maddie on her knees. Maybe that was why the Headmistress was so pissed off that we’d snuck away—because she’d lost some of her leverage over me. “Thanks, Maddie. You’re the best.”
“Oh, Luke,” she teased, kissing my neck. “You don’t ever have to thank me for making you feel good, baby. It’s exactly what you deserve. You know I’ll suck your cock whenever you want me to…”
With that thought to fill me with pride, I started to close my eyes and banish the subspace. Only to notice something pearly and white clinging to the side of Maddie’s glasses.
“Hey babe,” I whispered, pointing. “You’ve got a little…”
“Oh!” Maddie scooped it up. “Thanks.” She sucked it off her finger, only the whites of her eyes showing as she groaned. “You taste so fucking good, baby. Must be all that demon blood in your veins. I swear, forbidden fruit tastes the sweetest…”
I was looking forward to tasting Maddie’s ‘forbidden fruit’ as soon as I could get a bed underneath my entire harem. Clutching my angelic girlfriend tight, I dispelled the subspace and sent us back to the Celestial Academy, where Judyth waited to continue our tour.
Chapter 9
“Welcome back,” Judyth grumbled as Maddie and I rematerialized in the center of the angelic intersection. In each direction lay one of the Celestial Schools, and from the number of angelic students making their way to and from classes, we’d reemerged right as one period of learning gave way to another.
That was a very good thing. The presence of other angels was the only thing that kept Judyth from losing her shit all over both of us.
“Thank you so much for the break,” Maddie said with a curtsy. Even my good-natured angel girlfriend couldn’t help but look awkward however before the look on the Headmistress’s face. Judyth looked like she’d swallowed an entire carton of eggs whole and they were breaking one by one inside of her, filling her with more anger and rage with each passing moment.
“You were supposed to leave for a minute,” the Headmistress snarled. “Do you have any idea how long you’ve kept me standing here waiting for you? What on Earth did you get up to in that subspace, young lady!?”
Maddie batted her eyelashes like she didn’t understand the question, giving the Headmistress a confused look. “I just had to wash up,” she said, making a look like she was pained to have upset the woman in charge. “I don’t want to make a bad first impression here, Headmistress. I know I’m on thin ice already. What would the other angels think if I showed up in the Justice School with dirty feet and unkempt hair beneath my halo?”
“Maddie’s kind of a stickler for that,” I explained, feigning annoyance. “I told her to hurry up, but you know how she is. Ladies, am I right?”
Judyth didn’t believe either of us in the slightest, but she knew better than to press the point. “Whatever,” she said, shaking her head. “No more breaks for the remainder of the tour. I do have other things to do today, you understand?”
We understood. The door to our next stop looked as if it had been carved from a solid slab of marble, with a statue of a blindfolded woman holding a sword and a scale next to the entrance. The words “TRUTH” and “RECONCILIATION” had been carved on each side of her scale’s weights, and in the false fresco above the door, the word IUSTICIA was carved like an open wound.
“Justice,” Maddie translated, adjusting her glasses.
Judyth nodded. “A laudable goal for an angel,” she said with a sigh. “And one that’s not easily attained. If you’ll follow me…”
After the Arena and the monastery, I wasn’t sure what to expect from the Justice School. So I found myself nearly laughing with relief when we passed through the doorway and stood in the lobby of what looked like an ordinary courthouse. It looked so much like the law wing of the Greed School back in the Infernal Academy that I felt a strange sense of deja vu.
“If he be but on a frolic of his own,” I muttered, remembering the demons in silly wigs arguing over this or that point of the law. “Compared to laying in a bed of nails, this would definitely qualify as a frolic.”
The angels in Fortitude had been dressed for battle; the Temperance angels like monks. The students in Justice wore the black robes of judges, though the funny wigs were nowhere to be found. I figured they would’ve clashed with their halos. One of them passed us as we stood there, moving toward one of the open courtrooms that dotted the hall. As soon as they were inside, the door swung shut as if on invisible strings, beginning the lesson.
“There are four types of Justice we concern ourselves with in the Celestial Academy,” Judyth explained, dropping into a didactic tone as we made our way down the hall. Her voice was even and soothing—she’d have made a hell of a teacher. “First is distributive justice, involving the just allocation of resources like blessings and divine favors. You have to be able to determine who needs heavenly assistance the most, and how much of it to parcel out to them over a lifetime. Some of the formulas involved are quite complicated.”
I shot her a sharp glance. “I wasn’t aware that there was a shortage of blessings,” I said, my face screwed up in confusion. “Isn’t the Almighty infinite?”
Judyth looked well and truly offended. “Luke, what you don’t know about the Almighty could fill every book in our libraries,” she said, evidently considering the insult a mic drop moment.
“What are the other types of justice?” Maddie asked, filling the void. She looked interested in learning—so interested that I could tell she’d been considering making this School her major ever since she walked through the door.
Judyth looked pleased by her initiative. “There’s procedural justice, which is most of what you see on TV,” the Headmistress explained. “Resolving disputes between parties, lawsuits, that sort of thing. Then there’s retributive justice: which is dispensing the proper punishment for sins and other trespasses. You’ll want to use neither too heavy a touch or too light when disciplining the wicked…”
“That sounds like my kind of justice,” I said, turning to glance through the glass front of one of the courtroom’s doors. The material was fogged up like stained glass, so that all I could see were a bunch of blurry angels sitting before a judge. “Smiting the bad guys, right?”
“Something like that,” Judyth said, her lips forming a tight little line. “Lastly is restorative justice, the exact opposite of retribution. Cherubim dispense it most frequently, to the point that they specialize in it. Stopping abuses, righting wrongs, fixing broken hearts, and soothing old wounds. The good old-fashioned stuff people think about when they say phrases like the better angels of our nature, for example.”
From the look on Maddie’s face, I could tell this was what she wanted to be doing. I couldn’t blame her—she’d probably be a natural at it. “That sounds so wonderful,” she said, smiling. “Traveling around the world, doing good deeds, spreading joy and peace to the broken hearted... what could be better than that?”
“Sounds like you want to be Santa Claus,” I said, teasing her lightly.
Maddie made a face. “Uh huh. I’d do a better job of it than you, mister. If you had the job, half the kids on Earth would get flamethrowers in their stockings. And the other half would wake up Christmas morning to discover their Mom had run off to ‘Santa’s Village’ to get their stockings stuffed…”
“Language!!!” Judyth yelled, her eyes nearly popping out of her head.
Maddie frowned. “I didn’t use any bad words that time,” she said, as innocent as could be.
“Yes, but you... oh, never mind.” Judyth batted the statement away with a wave of her hand and stopped before the door to one particular courtroom. “The Justice School requires quite a bit of study, even compared to the other schools. This makes preparing an introductory exercise for new students more difficult than usual. To test courage, it’s as simple as tossing you into a pit and having you fight your way out. To test knowledge, wisdom?”
“We’ve got plenty of both,” I said, pulling my girlfriend against me. “Maddie’s smart as a whip.”
“Of that I have no doubt,” Judyth grumbled, realizing I’d just smuggled the word whip and an image of what could be done with it int
o her head. To shake the thought off, she opened the door and led us into an empty courtroom, the rows standing silently before the judge’s box. “Wait here. I’m going to get the two of you something.”
She was only gone for a few moments. Judyth disappeared into a back room, coming back with two sets of glasses. Pale red lenses sat in thick black frames, resembling an even nerdier version of the specs Maddie wore on her face. “These are for your test,” she explained, handing them over. “Since we can’t give you an introductory level of knowledge, we can provide you these.”
I turned the glasses over in my hand, peering through the lenses. They made everything seen through them look faintly pink, like we were peering through the Kool-Aid man’s pitcher. “What are these things?”
“Certain souls,” Judyth explained, not tackling my question directly, “have been given dispensation to be used as test subjects in our trials in exchange for better treatment on the ‘other side’. The devices you’ve been given will allow you to peer into the hearts of these people—seeing the truth of their natures. Using this information, you will determine their level of guilt, innocence, and sin.”
Well, okay. At least this trial wouldn’t hurt. Hell, after the Manticore, the coals and the bed of nails, a little eye exam sounded like a walk in the park.
“Sure,” I said. “Let’s do this.”
Judyth gestured at the front of the room. “Approach the bench, then,” she said, pointing.
Maddie and I did, unsure at first as to what we were supposed to be doing. No one sat in the witness chair—and the highest booth, the one belonging to the judge supposed to preside over court cases, was unoccupied.
Behind us, Judyth coughed. “Put on the glasses,” she said.
We did so. Maddie had to sort of slide hers over top of the ones she already wore, affixing them in place with her fingers. As our eyes adjusted, lights flashed in my vision. When they cleared, a middle-aged man sat in the witness chair. He wore the clothes of a construction worker, and his face was stained with dirt.
