“You’re going to do serious fucking damage like that.”
I gritted my teeth and glared over my shoulder, raising one weak and wobbling wing to see the succubus standing in the doorway of the locker room.
I was naked, taking her advice and trying another soak in Bethel’s limited supply of hot water, and her eyes made a cursory pass over my form. There was no hunger in her gaze and I couldn’t decide whether or not I should be offended. I knew I was an especially well formed angel, and I should’ve been bait to a hungry succubus.
With a second glance at her, I realized she wasn’t hungry at all.
“Are you here to watch me torture myself, or did you come to rub it in?” I asked.
She was practically glowing, all juiced up and happy, flush with a good feeding. I didn’t know how I knew, only that there was a distinct shine to her that spelled one thing out clearly to me.
“I didn’t mean to hurt Zach, and I certainly didn’t mean to chase him into your arms,” I snapped.
Deyva arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms over that exquisitely ample chest of hers. I was naked. Could I convince her to get naked too so I could settle her onto my cock and suckle on those pretty tits of hers?
If Zach had known the way I think, he never would’ve made the mistake of trusting me.
“Do you want to be a petty bitch, or do you want me to help out with those fucked feathers of yours?” she asked.
“It really isn’t fair of you to make me choose,” I moaned. When she didn’t relent, I sighed and turned my back to her, letting my arms fall to my sides. “Help, please.”
“Turn the water off, come sit on one of the benches.”
I shivered as I left the warm stall, surprised to find that the succubus had set out a towel for me to sit on. “Is this the part where you tell me what hole I’ll end up in if I go after one of those men again?” I asked.
I startled at the first gentle brush of Deyva’s fingertips over my feathers. She was brushing the water away with a careful touch, gently smoothing semiplumes over flight feathers, finding all the kinks and tears still remaining. She lifted up a jar of anointing oil and smoothed it over her hands before carefully massaging the spines of slightly nicked and kinked feathers.
“I don’t need to, the guys can speak up for themselves. You know why I was angry, right?” she asked.
“Because they automatically trusted me, no questions asked, while they were still giving you the cold shoulder? Ow!” I flinched away, hissing as Deyva plucked a feather right out of its socket.
She passed it to me and I understood why; it was missing some of its plume and had a deep, unhealed gouge up its spine. It was never going to repair, but growing the new feather was going to be a bitch. She soothed the aching spot with her finger and I settled again, swallowing my moan and letting my eyes fall shut.
“Yes, and?” she said, surprising me.
I sat in sullen silence for a minute, waiting for her to strike again, before finally giving in to my own impatience. “And I abused that trust. Mother Mary on the cross!”
Deyva tossed another feather to the floor. Was this care or punishment?
“I’m not sure I need to fly again,” I whined, rustling my wings out of her reach, forcing her to lean away or get swat at.
She slapped my back underneath the right one, almost playful. “Get over it, you overgrown baby bird. Man, Heaven really wasn’t preparing you for war, were they?”
Which only made me think of what I’d gone through in Hell. What she must’ve gone through. I spread my wings down to either side again, feeling the sting of my bruised tail feathers brushing against her legs.
“And yes, that is why I was so angry with you. You abused Zach’s trust, his faith,” she said softly.
“And now you’ve restored it in you,” I tossed back.
“No. Zach’s faith should be in himself, and in God, if that’s what makes him happy.”
I fell into silence, biting on my own lip and grunting as she pulled two more feathers out by the root in quick succession.
“There, the rest just need a couple grafts and a good cleaning. You know these have to be tended now. You can’t just run in and