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Loosening Up

Nyrociel landed gently upon the pavement, his talons clicking against the stonework. He folded his wings, the top curve of his limb golden before giving way to white further down. It matched his pure white skin, adorned in vines of gold wrapping about his slender frame. He lightly played with a golden bracelet with his claws as his white tabard blew in the light wind. His head turned to and fro, his "blind sense" giving him a sort of sight without actual eyes to see. It happened to be that he awaited a friend of his.

Said friend was running late it seemed, though that might just be Nyrociel's own early nature. He paced about as he thought about Eowail. Making home in Azeroth, Eowail was a satyr, a demonic version of a native race there. It was hard to remember specifics in his line of work, rescuing those that would otherwise meet a gruesome end. Instead, he offered them a place here, the dimension known as Home. Many creatures inhabited the world here, or visited if they had friends. Here, anyone could make a fresh start. Sadly, Eowail had desired to stay on Azeroth, no matter how many times Nyrociel tried to convince him to come after the world nearly met its end multiple times.

The affinity sighed to himself before hearing the distinctive clapping of hooves on pavement. His head moved slightly to see his friend approaching. The satyr slowing came into focus, moving from the dark skin of his torso and the blood red of the furred lower half to a more detailed being. Steel colored horns curved out from his head, ridged along the tops that connected to long red hair. Long, pointed ears protruded from his head, twitching as red eyes flicked now and then to some of the other residents walking about the street. A red beard lazed over the pectorals, a patch of chest fur framed by darker nipples that made the angel pause in thought at times.

Fur crept along the shoulders and forearm as a big, clawed hand rose to wave at Nyrociel. The affinity waved back, his gaze wondering down to the goat legs. Black hooves clipped the ground, a tail swung lazily back and forth to counter balance each step. A leather loincloth hung about the satyr's waist, the only modesty for the demon. At times, Nyrociel wondered about what lie beneath, a red trail leading directly beneath the meager clothing. But today was not one of those days, the angel somewhat surprised at the small smile on his friend's face and the wave. Keeping in contact through letters and carriers, he knew Eowail was having a hard time lately with his latest breakup. That was the purpose of the evening after all.

"Hello Nyrociel." The voice was rough and deep. Nyrociel just gave a slight nod in greeting. "How do you fare?"

"Well." A quiet, soft reply from the affinity. "Yourself?"

A slightly pained look passed over the satyr's face for a brief moment. "Well enough." Eowail looked up at the sign of the building before returning his gaze to the angel. "So this is the place you wanted to bring me?"

A simple nod was the answer. Another smile graced the demon's face. "Still a man of few spoken words." Eowail's eyes returned to the establishment. "Shall we then?"

The affinity started inwards, moving from the lightly crowded streets to the more atmospheric spa he had brought his friend to. What better way to relax and lose yourself than a day to yourself? Nyrociel let a small grin appear as he smelled the jasmine in the air. Jasmine was suppose to help depression. A small cough drew him from his thoughts.

"Never been to a spa before. What do we do first?" The satyr seemed a bit nervous. The grin persisted on the angel.

"Bathe."

"Bathe? Whatever for?"

A third voice broke through their conversation. "To clean your body and prepare for your day of luxury." The angel nodded to the spa owner. The owner was doing a later appointment for Nyrociel as a favor. It had been made clear they were somewhat more important than others to the staff, who the angel had given a sum of money to compensate the late stay. Grabbing onto the demon's arm, the angel proceeded to lead Eowail to the changing rooms right down the hall.

The room was basic, small cubbies as places to put their day to day clothing with towels and robes placed about the room in their folded state for the visitors. Grabbing a robe and towel for them each, Nyrociel placed them on the bench near where they were to stash their belongings.

"Undress. Shower than bath. Scrub hard." The affinity turned his back to his friend to give Eowail his privacy. His hands on his tabard's collar, the angel hesitated in taking it off. Even after being here for a long time, he was always a bit shy about stripping around others or in public places. Nudity wasn't something shared and seemed taboo where he had been from originally. It was especially hard on him, knowing he preferred males. A loud smack echoed in the small room, Nyrociel nearly jumping out of his skin as his rump stung. His satyr friend spoke over his shoulder where the tows and robe hung, tail swaying widely.

"Hurry up already, slow poke."

A red flush showed on the angel's face, his gaze on the demon's ass before it was hidden from view when Eowail went into the bathing room. Nyrociel wouldn't admit that he liked the satyr's body, had once even fantasized at night about him. But it was a lost cause to the affinity, the demon was straight as an arrow. Sighing and rubbing his sore end a bit, he pulled off his tabard and set it inside the small cubby.

He wrapped his towel about his waist, ever shy about his nakedness. Following after the satyr, Nyrociel found him already in the bath, robe and towel discarded near the edge while Eowail scrubbed at himself. Setting down his own robe, the angel slid into the water a bit before hurriedly removing his towel and sinking in further. Murky water from the salt helped to hide, though it wasn't the most opaque of liquids. Some brushes were present along the basin's edge and Nyrociel picked one up to scrub at his own body. Besides the sound of bristles dragging along skin and fur, they were silent. Staff went about their business, preparing to shut down the baths for the night. Being the last two visitors, there didn't seem a need to keep it going much longer.

"Nyrociel, could you get my back?"

The request came from nowhere to the affinity, who nearly dropped his brush as he fumbled with it. He glanced over at his friend, who was smirking at him while holding up his own brush. Nodding lightly, Nyrociel moved behind the demon, trying to keep his best to not harm his friend. It wasn't until he was about to move onto to the satyr's ass that the angel regained his bearings. He had forcibly scrubbed over his friends back before Eowail turned around, that tugging smirk there again as he blushed.

"Your turn."

Comprehension didn't come until Eowail had grabbed the brush the affinity had been using and moved behind him. The brush was pressed hard against his back but Nyrociel could only feel how close his friend was to him. It was unusual, the stoic angel never really being any sort of intimate with anyone and yet, here he was being scrubbed by his demonic friend. Blood rushed to his face, but also between his legs unbidden at the closeness. He was half hard already when he heard the satyr speak.

"There, that should do it."

Embarrassed for getting aroused over such a trifling thing as being scrubbed, Nyrociel spoke. "Head back. Clean wings now."

"Certainly."

It wasn't a total lie, he did need to lather his wings, but it helped to have the demon away from him as he did so. The water was clearing and would have shown his lifting cock. He'd never live that down with Eowail. It only took a few more minutes before the affinity heaved himself up, toweling off and slipping into the robe. It was very soft and helped to take the biting air off his warmed body. Back in the changing room, the staff were cleaning out used robes and towels while Eowail waited in his own lengthy robe.

"I feel raw already."

A flush rose to Nyrociel's cheeks, eliciting a laugh from the satyr as he lightly pushed the affinity's shoulder.

"Come on, Nyrociel. You are far from innocent if that made you blush. On with the pampering!"

The towels were taken by a few staff members as the angel led the demon towards a room with beds. The massage parlor wasn't anything too fancy, though candles gave off fragrant flower smells and the lights were dimmed. One might even call it romantic. The thought was strange to Nyrociel, this wasn't planned like that at all and only suppose to help a person relax, even fall asleep in here. A small pot of mushrooms caught the angel's attention, who went to examine it.

"So we lay down on our stomach's here?"

"Yes." After another second of contemplating the fungus, the affinity turned. "Undre..." his words died in his throat, breath catching painfully in his chest. In that instant, he was praising any deity there was he didn't have true eyes. The robe was just taken off, fluttering down to the ground leaving Eowail bare. Nyrociel looked upon the sculpted chest and nipples, lowering to the abs showing the red trail pointing like a smoke signal. The gaze lowered to the thicker, darker red pubic fur nestled at the base of the ebony cock. Said member rested on snug and plump furry orbs. It was only a glimpse before the satyr turned and went over to lay on the bed. His face was red again, he knew as excitement rose in him. Using what he could to temper the fire building, the affinity moved over to his own table and slipping out of his robe. Unlike the demon who had went beside to lay down, Nyrociel used the back end, to crawl up the length and help keep a little modesty of his own.

Once situated, the two waited for a minute or two before the massagers came in, getting to work on the tense bodies underneath them. A sigh escaped the angel before he turned his head to listen to the satyr speak to him.

"Still interested in plants, eh?"

"Yes."

"You'd be happy to know I brought some herbs from Azeroth for you."

"Really?!" The soft spoken Nyrociel's voice rose a bit, interest taking precedence.

"Indeed, got enough to add to your collect and to experiment with."

"Thank you, Eowail. I will repay your kindness." A moment of contemplation before a slight grin formed on the affinity's muzzle. "I believe I may have come across a figurine you would enjoy."

"For my music boxes?"

"Indeed."

A grunt from the demon when the massager found a hard spot in his back. "Ngh, that sounds great Nyrociel. I've taken to making little hearts as of late, for some reason. Maybe just the approaching Winterveil has put me in good spirits."

Shuffling his wings a bit at a tender area on his back being soothed, the angel nodded. Eowail continued on. "I bet your collection for figurines has expanded again."

"It has."

"Must be in the hundreds at this point. A strange hobby for a non-materialist species like you, huh?"

"Same could be said about your tinkering."

"That's true." A sigh from the satyr. "We're a couple of oddballs."

The two went silent for a bit, letting the massagers get their shoulders and arms. After a bit though, Nyrociel asked something that was on his mind. "What happened?"

"About?"

"The new breakup."

A sigh again, this time of pain and misery it seemed. "Really thought she was something special. Maybe even the one, you know? But she wasn't into me like that. Only wanted fun I suppose. Had to have a pure bred in the end, not some demonic satyr like me." He grew silent after that. Lost in thought probably, but a proverb from humans came to the angel's mind.

"Many fish in the sea. Tell me about work?" Hopefully his tactic to change topics would at least get his friend from the slump.

And work it did. "I love what I do. Sure, it's mostly manual labor, but being able to handle lumbar, in cutting or placing, and building new places makes me feel more mortal, you know? I don't think the elves are really into what I do though, since I don't have the connection they have to nature." A simple shrug. "How about yours?"

"Keeps me busy. Save people. You know." Nyrociel had kept his old training of helping people close to his heart and soul. Though now he saved everyone he could that was still living, not just the ones he was told to. They tended to be spirits by then anyways. Living beings were rarer to work with back on his original plane. A frown crossed his face as he thought back to it.

"Something wrong?"

Seems like he was caught. "Just thinking of the past."

"Before here?" A nod from the angel. "Must have been rough. I'm glad you're here though, saved my ass more than a few times." The comment made the affinity's mind flood with the furry ass of the demon. It was a struggle to keep the heat from his face as he just relaxed further under the care of the massagers. In the time it took to speak, they had already moved to their legs and seemed near to finishing up. Silence seem to ring out, besides the two massagers talking quietly now he and Eowail had quieted. The atmosphere was too pleasant to waste for the time being. When they were finished, the massagers draped their robes over them. The satyr lightly grabbed the wrist of his and bent them down to whisper in their ear about something. A nod before the two left the room.

Turning, Nyrociel sat up, slipping into his robe with some difficulty. One of the main issues with wings: they were a constant issue when it came to clothing. Thankfully, the spa came with wings in mind, making useable slits in the back for them. Eowail's massager came back in and handed something to the demon, who slipped it into his robe pocket before turning to face the angel. "Shall we?"

A curt nod again as Nyrociel took it upon himself to bring Eowail to the next and probably last part of the spa. It wasn't full treatment, but it was what he could afford and what was available this late in the evening. Leading the satyr down the hall, they turned a corner to spot the owner of the spa waiting for them. They approached when the manager spoke.

"Nyrociel, i placed the key with your things. Lock up and turn the lights off when you're done. Leave the front ones on."

With that, the owner left them. Offering to let Eowail in first, the affinity followed to see the jacuzzi bubbling lightly. It was then that Nyrociel realized something important. It would be just the two of them. Naked. In water that didn't do anything to cover them. The flush was back to his face, doing all he could to keep his libido walled in, but that wall was already chipping and cracking. Why was he having such desires for his friend, of all people? He didn't want to ruin that relationship. Seeing his friend disrobe, showing off that ass of his, didn't help any. Though the fact he kept the robe on his shoulder before laying it down behind where he sat did distract him. With a heavy breath, the affinity followed.

Keeping his robe on, the angel sank a foot into the stone basin, steps allowing easy access in and out from the center. Another step followed another before he was at the point the robe would get wet if he didn't take it off. Flushed still, Nyrociel removed it and sat next to his friend, feeling ever self conscious. He laid the robe behind him and after pausing for a second, pulled off his face plate too. The flush on his face was total now, turning back to rest in the hot, bubbling water with his friend. A few minutes passed before the demon spoke out.

"I don't think I've ever seen you take off that red and gold face plate of yours."

"Affinity rarely take it off."

"Then why did you?"

It felt like his face was going to melt off, it was so hot. "It...symbolizes great trust." He couldn't tell him the full reason, but he didn't lie. At some point he would share the entire reasons, but he would need a lot of courage he did not have for that. Regardless, the satyr stared enough as it was.

"That's...very kind of you Nyrociel." A wide smile formed. "No one has ever trusted me that much."

"You share your body openly. We do not."

The smile shifted into a dreadful smirk, one the angel feared somewhat. "Oh really? So do all the affinity girls need to be taken with their entire garb on?"

Nyrociel cursed everything he could think of for having white skin to show his deep blush. "N-no! But..."

"Oh ho, so you do get naked for sex! Good to know. If you know any affinity chicks, tell them about me. I'll stud for them anytime with my own monster." A lewd grin and a hand trailing down the chest and abs had Nyrociel staring at the satyr's thigh, a subtle black curve peeking over. The angel felt tongue tied as he tried to speak, his own arousal starting to grow unbidden.

"I don't...That's not.."

A laugh came from Eowail as he spoke again. "As much as that girl broke my heart, I won't deny she was a fantastic lay. I remember how she would ride me hard, milking me for all I'm worth. I'd practically molest her chest and neck with licks and nips and roaming hands. At times grabbing that ass. Really felt great having nothing left in the balls, you know?" A sigh escaped him. "I've had blue balls for a long time since then, keeping busy and not having time to jack off."

The affinity could tell, by how stiff the black cock of his friend was. Half of it was out of water and it looked pretty big. About his size in fact, though he had never really measured. That would be too vain, in his opinion, and inconsequential in the grand scheme. He watched it twitch in time to the demon's heartbeat, his breathing hard already with his desire swelling. It took a moment to realize that he was staring, looking up to see the satyr staring down at his own erect length.

"Looks to me you haven't fooled about lately yourself."

"I don't masturbate often." The angel folded his arms, glancing away in small defiance, unable to control his flush or his dick. He was overly conscious of his own throbbing. A chuckle brought him back to Eowail.

"Well, how about I tell you about the time I had one of the animal ladies? I remember her shy nature, akin to your own one, taking time to seduce her fully. I remember her on her back, sinking into her to hit something. At the time, hadn't thought much about it but pulled back and shoved through. Thought maybe it was some sort of physical difference from normal chicks." A smirk and a chuckle again. "Turns out, she was a virgin. I had fully hilted in her, with her claws digging into me when she spoke out about it being her first. Damn, that was a hot rut, ended up seeding her fierce. She was a regular for a long time before she left." A sigh. "Felt a kinship with that one, I did. Hope she's doing well."

Nyrociel had covered his lap, trying to conceal the awkward boner he had. The jacuzzi wasn't helping any, nor was his hands as he shivered lightly at being stimulated like this. It didn't help when Eowail decided to grab his own length, sliding and bunching the foreskin over the head and withdrawing it back down. A groan escaped the demon.

"Damn, I might need to jerk one out." A smirk formed on his face. "Why don't you tell me a hot sex story, angel boy?"

Unable to cross his arms, all he did was dip his head. The silence grew thicker and tenser before the satyr spoke. "Holy fuck, you're a virgin!"

To say any blush to this point was the worst, was an understatement. All of him felt on fire now, wishing he was anywhere but there. A bemused sigh escaped Eowail as he spread his arms back and sank into the water more. The angel was speechless, not that he spoke much in the first place.

"By choice or...?"

"As an angel, even masturbating is taboo."

A pained groan came from the demon. "Damn dude, you've come a long way. I'm sure you've pictured yourself shoving one of them angel chick over and plowing them."

"Never."

"Really? Then why..." A strange dawning look crossed the satyr's face. "You picture bending over angel guys?"

Crossing his arms again, he let his arousal spring back up as he glanced away. In truth, he had imagined that often. Bent over, riding, against a wall. Taking and being taken. It had been something to be afraid of before finding this realm, something he still had trouble talking about or admitting. It invaded his private times alone now.

"Among others..." His voice was lower than normal. Embarrassment and desire turning about in him. He took notice that they both had shrunk some during their revelations. More so of his own. It was terrible.

Eowail was quiet it bothered Nyrociel to think his friend might see him completely different now. The air was thick with more tension than ever. A loud exhaled was heard from the satyr. "Damn dude." There was more silence before he looked at the affinity. "Ever think of me that way?"

The angel couldn't lie. Not to him, one of his few friends. But admitting it could damage anything they had. Silence would answer anyways. "O-occassionally."

The satyr looked away, biting at his lip for a while. Nyrociel was ready to leave the moment he said to. Thus, he was rendered speechless when the demon turned and spoke.

"Want to fool around?"

A rush went through the angel, his mind taking way longer to process that than anything before. Eowail continued. "I've been...curious about guys for a bit now. And you're the gentle sort, so I feel that you'd give me the chance to experiment myself. So what do you say about losing your virginity with me?"

The affinity was shaking. Never in his wildest dreams did he think this would happen for real. But he was hesitant. Yes, he trusted him greatly, but...was this the right choice? His body and mind were pulling in some different directions, but the overwhelming lust he had felt throughout the day was nagging at him to do something to curb it. Maybe going slow was the option here.

"...M-maybe I could suck you?" His voice was the lowest it could be while being heard. A grin came back to Eowail's face, his hand moving to tug on his dick some. The angel was shaking as he moved, slipping closer to his friend and getting down between the legs. The demon moved up to the lip of the platform, letting his arousal hang in front of Nyrociel. Looking up, the affinity spoke again. "I-I'm not sure about taking it yet..."

"That's ok, start with this." A hand moves to caress his head, making him press into it before he shook himself and took a deep breath. Shaking hands met the satyr's inner thighs, the fur sopping wet and tangled but still the angel rubbed up and down them. The desired effect happened as the length between those thighs started to rise again. Nyrociel took ragged breaths as his hands inched closer to the meeting point on the hips. His claws tapped at the furry sack, making the satyr exhale loudly and shift to spread his legs more. The hand moved to cup the orbs, lightly trying to roll them about. A groan from Eowail encouraged him to use his free hand to grab the nearly hard length.

The satyr's grunt made him pause, feeling the pulse in the member as he glanced up. No pain looked to cross Eowail's face so the angel looked back down to his current objective. He slowly pulled his hand up, bunching the skin as it enclosed about the head. Pulling down, it retracted, the demon groaning out. A drop of pre appeared before it rolled down and went over the affinity's hand. His nerves back, Nyrociel leaned his head forward and let his tongue gently travel up some of the meat. The cry from Eowail was one of sudden pleasure, more pre traveling down and coating the angel's tongue.

A deeper flush ran over Nyrociel as he tasted the other's pre. It was salty and musky, slimy. Sure, he had once tried his own seed but another's was strange. The earthy tones of the dick itself contributed to the sampling. Not sure if it was good or not, the affinity drug his tongue up the entire length, from fluffy balls to leaking tip. More pre had leaked on his slow travel, letting him taste it fuller. Still strange, but nice. Having seen porn, Nyrociel felt like maybe he knew what to do. Moving his hand from the balls, he pulled the foreskin back and held the base before slowly wrapping his muzzle lips around the head. The accompanied hiss and pre spurt told him Eowail liked it.

"F-fuck, you're g-good for a first timer!"

The angel wasn't sure if that was a good thing or not. Regardless, he lightly sucked upon the head, a hand resting on his uncovered head. It was strange to feel something other than plate, but it was a great feeling none-the-less. Slowly he sank upon the length, his lips widening to take the girth that follow behind. About halfway he stopped, letting himself breath a little about the dick, worried about taking too much. His own arousal was back but he paid it no heed for the time being, his focus on the dick in his maw. Tongue lashing out along the underside, another moan came from the demon. Deciding to start here, he began to bob his head up and down, slowly and trying to learn when to suck on the dick.

At times, he would pause on the head and let his tongue swirl it, flicking across the cum slit. The groans and hisses along with the pre was his reward before he slowly dived back down, getting deeper each time with his new angle. When both hands were on his head, the affinity placed both of his on the satyr's thighs to keep him from bucking. He'd seen it happen often in the videos. This released the foreskin to bunch up whenever he pulled up and sucked on the ebony length. His tongue would push against the folded skin now at times, deciding it best to keep control for the time being. He was nearly taking the whole cock as it was, thanks to his abnormal neck. It was a thing he had never been more happy to have than this moment.

The musk emanating from his friend grew more as he worked on the member, unable to stop Eowail from using his hands to force the angel onto his dick faster. Nyrociel was glad he could keep the satyr's legs pinned, otherwise he'd have to contest from both the hands and bucking hips. It was already hard enough to concentrate on the blow job with how rough the demon seemed to be wanting. Eowail's breathing was growing heavy too, coming in ragged gasps it felt as he let out moans and grunts. Pre leaked heavily into his mouth and throat, a near constant stream. The affinity had the good guess his friend was close.

"Ooooh, f-fuck, gonna...cum!"

The panting satyr forced the words out, not releasing the grip on his head as the demon continued to force him up and down. It only took a couple of more trips before Eowail pushed his head down onto the shaft fully, nose buried in the thick pubes as the first burst of seed shot forth like a cannon. The affinity was not prepared in the slightest, gagging on the seed as it came back from his throat to coat the dick and groin of the demon. The vice seemed to make Eowail enjoy it more as he moaned out heartily, dick spraying more cum. The second rope followed the first out before Nyrociel started to swallow. The warm, slimy liquid made it's way down his gullet as the satyr orgasmed, letting his arms let the angel pull off the dick some. Now seed caught in his maw instead of being injected directly. The taste was a bit awkward, as was the texture, but the angel swallowed it down the best he could regardless. Maybe some day it would be a nice treat.

When the demon was done, he released Nyrociel. The affinity pulled off, coughing lightly and wiping the cum and spittle from his lips. A blush formed again on the angel's face at what had just transpired. He watched his slightly limp friend open his eyes and grin through his parted, panting mouth.

"Damn, that was intense." A chuckle broke through the clipped words. "You sure this is your first dick?"

Nyrociel bristled a little at the jab. "Yes."

"Sure didn't seem like it. Fuck."

The affinity sat on his haunches, keeping his head and shoulders lightly above the water. A look of contemplation cross Eowail's face before he smirked. "Your turn."

"What?"

"Sit. I want at your dick."

A short nod with a flush found the angel turning to sit where he had previously near his friend, just on the lip of the basin. He missed when the demon rummaged in his robe, only seeing that Eowail was now moving between his legs, forcibly pushing them apart. The meek affinity was red again as his member throbbed in front of the satyr. A hand grabbed at his balls, fondling them a bit better than he did as he let out a gasp, shaking. The wet feathers running down his ball sack seemed to be something the demon liked to trace with his own claws.

"Quite fluffy for a hairless angel."

The off white feathers were also crowning the base of his alabaster dick. Eowail took great notice of them, running claws through them lightly. Before long, the hand grabbed the dick, another gasp coming from Nyrociel and turning to a shudder as it stroked on the length. Unlike the demon, he didn't have foreskin. A spurt of pre came from his length, the satyr lapping it up almost instantly. The angel had to grip tightly to the edge to not finish at that moment.

"Damn, that's good."

Eowail grinned manically, pulling out a bottle from the water as he popped the cap and poured some on his hand.

"W-what's that?"

"Something for later. Don't worry about it." Finished with that, the demon leaned forward again, grabbed the white dick at the base with his free hand and taking the head into his mouth. Wings splayed hard as Nyrociel let out what could be described as a bark. The demon didn't rest, taking in more of his member, unable to breath at the new sensations. He held back the best he could, trying to savor the moment but it was getting hard already. He missed the part where Eowail had moved his hand back to his rear end with the coated hand. Instead, he had to focus hard on not flooding the satyr's bobbing head, though he only worked on the top half of his dick. It felt like only moments before the demon pulled off, licking his lips.

"Ngh, tasty."

"W-why stop?"

"Don't want you to finish too early."

That was accurate. The angel was feeling on edge, his arousal twitching madly in the cooler air. Another couple of bobs and he'd likely have blown his load. It was a shame he couldn't end the torment, but at the same time, this was special too. The demon moved to stand next to Nyrociel, a grin on his face as his hands hung by his sides.

"So, how was your first taste of dick?"

"G-good. Strange."

"Everything you thought it would be?"

A curt nod, the angel looking at the half hard member of the satyr again. It looked like it could go another round probably. His thoughts shifted at the question.

"More so. Earthy and salty, acquired taste."

"Hopefully you'll acquire it now that you have had the first taste."

"Why not try the seed itself? It is strange but pleasant."

"I have a better idea." A mischievous grin wondered onto Eowail's face. For a large guy, the satyr was quick as he straddled the angel. Peering over his shoulder, the demon pressed his furry ass back against the alabaster meat. The shudder that ran through the affinity was one of lust as his face spoke shock.

"E-Eowail!"

Wasting no time with words at the moment, the demon started to grind up and down, letting the cock slip deeper between his two cheeks as his tail lightly batted Nyrociel's face. Unable to help himself, the angel bucked up at times with the bouncing satyr. The grin grew wider as the affinity missed when Eowail reached back, spreading his cheeks more with one hand. On a light thrust upwards, the demon positioned himself to let it hit his tailhole. It pushed off up between the cheeks, making Nyrociel shudder. Again and again, the length pushed against the entrance before sliding off, mostly upwards but once or twice down to prod the balls.

"E-Eowail, s-stop..."

The affinity's voice was low, hesitant. He wanted this. Bad. Yet he felt that maybe this would ruin the relationship as it stood. A growl from Eowail as a hand grabbed the shaft at the base, pushing his rump back against the tip again before it slid in. With a grunt of discomfort, the demon had succeeded in enveloping the cock head within his passage. Nyrociel felt the tight warmth grab at his cock head and his hands moved to grab at the Eowail's sides and clasp firmly enough to prick the satyr's hide.

"FUCK!"

It was the first time the affinity had ever sworn in his life. It seemed to stun the satyr for a moment as he paused there, both panting. It was an age before the demon snickered.

"Oops, looks like I slipped, huh?"

No words could come from Nyrociel at the time. Eowail pushed back onto the dick, hissing lightly to himself as more of the white length got buried under the whipping tail. Halfway, he stopped, letting himself adjust and clench about the intrusion. The angel himself was caught up as it was, his mind completely fried as more of the passage got around him. It took time but more of the affinity's white meat was hidden away in the satyr's rear end, his body shaking like a leaf as his claws kept a firm position on the demon. The angel let out a ragged breath, moaning deeply. Nearly to the hilt Eowail stopped. It was torture at this point to Nyrociel.

"Ngh, h-how's your first a-ass feel?"

"Oh...gods..."

Another snicker. "That good?"

A thought appeared faintly in the angel's head, one he brought up front through the haze of lust. "But...you're virgin...?"

"..." the pause from Eowail was one of pondering. "We...both were before I took you to the hilt." A tight squeeze brought a gasp from Nyrociel, the demon turning his head to watch the angel with his own cheeks dark. "I trust you Nyrociel. This is my gift to you." With a heaving breath from the satyr, the affinity's own air was stolen away as Eowail rose up, sliding his ring along the cock to the head before taking a pause and descending back down. Nothing compared to this feeling, not even the flesh light he would never admit to buying. Everything in the angel's head was thrown out the proverbial window as he focused solely on the feeling of the demon riding on him. The pace was slow, set by the guy with his first dick up his ass, but it was the best for them.

Nyrociel leaned up, his arms moving to wrap about Eowail's body as he stroked over the chest and belly, grazing the nipples. No words were spoken now, both caught up in the feeling. The angel knew he wouldn't last long. Between getting worked up earlier and losing his virginity in his friend's ass, his senses were overloading and his ability to hold back was lost to the wind. A shaking moan brought him to orgasm, his cock twitching as it spurted his 'pure' seed deep into the demon's innards. Some of it leaked out between the sides, coating his own crotch but Nyrociel paid it no mind. Instead, he focused on the squeezing, heated passage as he dove into the world of sex fully.

Both of them were starting to sweat from both the love making and the jacuzzi. After a moment, Eowail pulled the affinity's dick out, seed spurting into the water below while the angel just gasped and groaned in over sensitive pleasure. Nyrociel was devoid of air as he heaved it in great quantities to resupply his chest with. The demon moved beside the angel, resting his arms on the basin's edge. He was biting his lip as he turned to face the spent affinity.

"Nyrociel."

It took a little bit for Nyrociel to bring his head to gaze at the satyr. The cheeks were dark still, Eowail biting his cheek. He jerked his head down to the affinity's groin. "You're still hard?"

His gaze directed between his legs, the angel let out a soft chuckle. Sure, he was flagging some but still was upright. "Seems like it."

"Will you fuck me?"

At this point, Nyrociel figured nothing would surprise him on this trip. He was wrong. His muzzle was parted in shock as he looked at the serious but pleading face of the satyr. Eowail spoke in a low, husky voice.

"Having you in me gave me an itch. I...I want to be fucked. Hard. And between the seed and lube as well as your recent orgasm, we could go longer. Please, Nyrociel."

The affinity could not argue against such a request. It was heartfelt, a longing deep within he knew all too well. Had he still his innocence, he would have declined. Now he had no reason to hold back. Standing, the angel moved behind the demon, his hands grabbing at the furry ass and giving them a squeeze. A groan came from Eowail, making Nyrociel smile lightly. He was happy his friend turned lover was enjoying himself. A hand moved to his crotch, lightly jerking at the cum coated dick some to help it rise a little more, moving forward to lightly hotdog the seed dripping rump. It seemed he was more confident in this particular instance. A strange thought to run through his head as he was using a hand to steady his length against the bent over satyr. Once more he began to enter Eowail, who let out a hiss when his head was in.

"Are you ok?"

"Just sore. K-keep going."

The angel complied, slowly sinking more of himself deeper into the depths of the demon. He paused now and then whenever Eowail let out grunts or hisses, making sure to stroke over the satyr's back when he could. Exhaling a partially held breath, the affinity shook with pleasure from once again being enveloped by the innards. This time, he would be the one to work. After waiting a little while to allow the demon to adjust again, Nyrociel slowly pulled his length from the rump until he was at just the head before he pushed in just as slowly. A shudder ran through Eowail, whining entering his voice as he spoke.

"D-damnit angel! Fuck me already!"

"Patience is a virtue."

A wide grin formed on the affinity's face at that, as he continued to lightly torment the needing satyr. The slow pace slowly picked up some speed and power, the angel having to hold Eowail's hips after the demon tried to buck back onto his dick. He couldn't have that. They would rut, yes, but not yet. He wanted to enjoy this as much as Eowail. In turn, Nyrociel bucked a little harder with the increase of speed, the pace moderate and allowing his balls to tap the fuzzy rear. The moans and gasps from the demon was music to the angel's ears, his face flushed as he sweated, a sheen coming to his body. What skin there was on the satyr was also covered in water at this point, the affinity grabbing ahold of the furless sides as he ground his hips against the other's rump. The sloppy sound of sex rose in the air along with the smell, cum adding to it as the second round got underway.

"Ah, fuck, harder. Please!"

A devious smile played across Nyrociel's muzzle. His hips pulled back and left his dick to reside at that point as his hands grabbed at the satyr's horns. "With pleasure." A grunt came from him, hands yanking back on the demon's horns as he rammed himself in. A loud cry rang out from Eowail, then another before it turned in a gargled moan with every hard thrust into his ass that the affinity gave. Speed and length were forgone for power as Nyrociel rutted, his balls smacking loudly against the wet rear. His breathing as ragged as the satyr's, the angel groaned out when he pulled from the sloppy, gaping hole. A real whine came from the demon this time.

"W-wha..."

"On your back. Now."

Eowail didn't bother to argue as he turned over, placing his back on the ground outside of the tub. Moving forward, Nyrociel pulled the satyr's legs onto his shoulders and placed his cock against the hole and pushed in easily. His lean form showed nothing of the strength he truly held as he started to pump his hips in and out, once more speed and length coming into play. The shift in position let the angel gaze upon his lover a different way. From the flushed cheeks and sweat ridden brow and hair to the heaving chest, pecs expanding rapidly with every short gasp of air to the twitching and leaking cock fully hard against the treasure trail.

No words could describe the beauty he saw as he rammed himself repeatedly into Eowail. Already the affinity could feel himself building to his climax again. His claws gripped the hips of the satyr as he went harder and faster. In an attempt to stave off the inevitable, the angel would at times stop to grind hard. He was also repositioning his thrusting every time, trying to find the spot to make the demon feel the most pleasure. He'd read about it, though the information was lost to him at the time. Eowail spoke through his shattered breathing, his voice hoarse.

"G-gonna..."

That was a testament to the intense feelings they were having if the demon was about to blow a load without any stimulation to his dick. The satyr was gripping the basin's edge tightly. Knowing that Eowail was close, Nyrociel tried one more time to shift his position. As he pulled out and slammed back in, he felt and heard the roar that the demon gave. Semen flew from the free standing cock, powerful enough to shoot over the satyr. More coated his face and hair, some landing in his open mouth as it made a path down the chest to the trail and pubes as it dribbled through it's end. The repeated clenching while in orgasm brought the Nyrociel over the edge. With a final thrust into the spasming ass, he let out a cry of his own, wings splaying wide. His balls pulled taunt as rope after rope of his angel seed rushed into the used and filled rear of Eowail. He ground against the demon's rump as he went through his orgasm, being milked by the satyr's own orgasm.

Labored panting echoed within the room, punctured by the sound of bubbles popping. Slowly the two came down from their cloud nine to look upon each other. Nyrociel acted first, bending down and pressing his lips against Eowail's. The pressure was returned as they passionately pressed together before parting. Both were flushed deeply, just laying there catching their breath before a small chuckle came from the demon.

"Lots of firsts today."

If the angel had true eyes, they'd be rolling. "That's it?"

A raised eyebrow went with the question. "What? Were you expecting a heartfelt confession of undying love?"

"Something more tactful, at least."

This time the satyr rolled his eyes. "Whatever."

In return, Nyrociel pulled his spent member from Eowail. A shudder ran through him as his half hard length was sensitive, the demon moaning out as he was emptied of both seed and meat. Sighing to himself, the affinity spoke again.

"We should use the water to clean and leave."

"Good idea. I'll need a proper shower later. Give me a minute."

Chuckling to himself, the angel helped the satyr by lowering his legs back into the water, stepping back to nearly collapse into the pool himself. He was more tired than he thought. He sat back down on the bench under the water, letting his fatigued body recover. A splash resonated as Eowail returned to the water too. With weary sighs, the two tried to clean themselves the best they could with the water. It turned murky with the white cum mixing in, quite a bit for the two of them together. The affinity hummed as he looked upon the surface.

"The cleaning crew will hate us."

A rich, heartfelt laugh came from the demon, making Nyrociel be taken aback. "That's all you're going to say now? We have great sex and you worry about cleaning?"

Crossing his arms, the angel stood. "Forgive me for caring about others." Turning around, he grabbed his face plate and robe, donning the first. A yelp came from him as a hand grabbed his ass and squeezed. Eowail was laughing again, with the affinity flushing for the utmost time today.

"Whoever gets that virgin ass of yours will be truly worth it. You're worth any price."

A grumble came from the embarrassed Nyrociel as he got out of the pool and used the robe to dry himself. Without towels, it was needed but since they were alone, roaming naked would be fine. Leaving Eowail to his own devices, the angel was back in the locker room, placing the robe in the discard bin. He was pulling on his tabard when the satyr returned, still looking damp but smiling widely. The affinity started to grin himself, seeming to have accomplished his goal.

"Thanks for today Nyrociel."

"Anytime, my friend."

Once the loincloth was in place, the two walked out, locking the door behind them. Together, they set for Nyrociel's small apartment. It was too late to return to Azeroth and frankly, Nyrociel wanted to cuddle against the big, bad demon satyr.