Seduce an angel in his sleep.
What kind of an angel needed a succubus to relieve himself?
Oh well, it would be a paying job so I had more to gain than to lose. But before my client showed up, I had to prepare everything.

Thankfully, they had healed me, which meant I could use my phantom powers to create an illusion that would suit his desires. Everyone had someone they wanted, even in secrecy.
This illusion was useful in bringing out that hidden lust and allowing me to take the appearance of the one they desired most.

After twenty minutes, I finished releasing my phantom fog at every inch of the bedroom just to be safe.
That woman had warned me that the client hated my kind and there was a possibility I'd end up being escorted by hellhounds.
Such a risky job. But resisting felt like an even quicker death.

At least she hadn't tried me up and forced me to have sex with the said angel.

Night slowly crept in. The world outside darkened as the artificial day set in. Human technology was breathtaking. I always wondered if we could have the same gadgets back in the demon realm. But again, that would take away the charm of the night.

This bed, it was so comfortable.
I was so comfortable that I ended up falling asleep.

I was woken up by the low thud of a door closing. Immediately, my senses jumped on alert and my body sprang to a sitting position. Before I could adjust my sight to penetrate the thick darkness, a gust of wind slapped me before a large hand came grasping my neck.

He had flashed at me, resulting in the fierce air.

"Who are you?" A manly voice roared, his hand squeezing my throat like a pipe that needed to be snapped.
But wait, that voice sounded so much like...it was him, the two-winged psycho angel who had almost crushed me to death.

Why was he here?
Could it be that the so-called client was...

"This stench...you're that little parasite from yesterday!"

Parasite? A fucking horny tank was calling me a parasite?! I wished I could speak so I could yell that to his face, but with his hand crushing my throat, breathing became a hefty task.
"What are you doi- Wait! Did they capture you to offer your disgusting body to me like the ones who came before you?!"

I wasn't sure if that question was directed at me or if he was just thinking out loud.
Scratching his arm to free myself proved futile, so I opted to strike him in the one place that would hurt as a stab to one's core...his groin.
Using all the energy I could gather, I sent my knee upwards like an arrow and straight for his delicate package.

Feeling his balls and cock through the fabric even if it was for a millisecond gave me enough time to analyze just big he usually was when having an erection. That was the beauty of being a succubus, one touch of other beings' loins and we could go as far as realize how many people they've slept with.

I wasn't that powerful yet, so all I could conclude was his size, and boy, he was one of the rare ones. That thing enlarge to a monstrous veiny cock that would send many women to Eros heaven if there ever was one(a special place for those who died while having pleasurable sex).

He let out a faint grunt as soon as the impact got to his brain.
"You piece of-" he slapped me with his other hand. And boy, that hurt so much. "How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?!"

My mouth had already gaped and my heart was starting to pulse sluggishly.
Why wasn't the phantom fog working on him? Did he have no one he desired? Both male and female, none?

"Since you're in a hurry to die, let me hel..l..." Rafael's eyes began to glow, alternating between gold and red like pulsing.
Only the dud I realize why they wanted to get him a succubus if he couldn't do it in reality.
That pent-up sexual energy was like a ticking bomb that was about to explode any given day. Every being had a way of relieving themselves of that energy, either through sex, masturbation, or having a succubus drain it...but in his case, none of the above had happened.

His hand loosened a bit, allowing me to cough and gasp for air desperately.
As I was about to knock it off of me and roll from beneath him, Rafael moved his hand to grip my chin.
"Where do you think you're going?!" He hissed giving me a sour glare. "Didn't they bring you here so I can fuck you? Are you scared now?"

I shook my head frantically, fearing for my life. He leaked danger. More than any being I had come across. None of my trucks would work on him in such a wild state.
'Run! You have to run!'

To save my virgin self, I bravely grabbed his hair and yanked it to the side before headbutting his nose in the process.
"Fuck! Shit!" Rafael groaned letting go.

It was my chance to escape. But as my body rolled away from the dangerous angel, his hand gripped the back of my neck and slammed it down on the pillows, smashing my face on them.
"Wai-" I tried protesting but he pressed my head further on the pillow, cutting me short.

His other hand was busy pulling down my pants. Oh shit! I hadn't signed up for this kind of sex.
When it became burdensome for him to pull my pants down, he ripped them apart like a damn wild animal.
"Didn't you come here for this, hm?" He groaned pulling my hair back, taking my head along with it. "Answer me!"

"Yes!" I cried out from the pain and horror of what was happening. Was I going to be...