Damon squinted his eyes and I did the same. I had pinky-promised that I would not use magic during our staring contest, so my eyes were starting to get very dry. Damon was determined to win and I was fine with that, but I wasn't about to let him get the reward that easily.

"Getting dry, Anwyll?"

I squinted my eyes a little more. "Yeah. You?"

Damon nodded. "Same," he replied.

"You really want to be matching today, huh?"

He grinned. "Absolutely. I can't wait to show you off to my friends, even though they won't be able to see our traits."

I giggled and kissed his lips, almost making him blink. I could see the tremble of his eyelids, but my eyes couldn't take much more. I slipped my fingers into his long, dyed silver hair, and cupped his head as I pressed my forehead to his own. I closed my eyes and met Damon's lips, then he flipped my back onto the bed and moved between my thighs.

I blushed and covered my face for a moment as his long hair brushed my bare skin before his hands rested on my form. His fingers curled around my hands and gently pulled them away from my face, so I was able to see his happy smile. Damon's clear, tawny-brown skin was tinged with heat as he curled down to kiss me, but his halo turned pink when I hugged his shoulders to bring him closer.

"Day," I moaned softly, my fingertips gently rubbing his wing bases between his shoulder blades.

Damon trembled and attacked my lips more fervently, sliding his hands down to my thighs. "Anwyll," he whispered against my skin, "will you do something for me?"

"If I'm capable of it, I can and will."

He lifted his head and shakily sat back onto his feet, grasping my hands before interlocking our fingers. Damon's bulge was obscenely protruding from his underwear, so I was aching to take care of him and make my angel moan.

"W-would you please masturbate for me?"

I blinked, my heart pounding in my chest. "Wh-what?"

"Ambrose mentioned that you once masturbated next to him while he was sleeping, but I want to watch all of it."

My cheeks burst into flames. "D-does everyone know?"

Damon tilted his head slightly, then nodded affirmatively. I turned my head and wanted to roll over in total embarrassment, but Damon was still keeping my hands locked with his own. He smirked when he noticed my desire to hide under my tail in shame and embarrassment. I pouted and smacked his side with my tail.

"Day," I whined, "do I have to?"

Damon grinned. "You're super cute, Anwyll, but you do have to keep your promise to do anything I ask since I won. I'd never give you an unreasonable request."

"I know... It's just embarrassing."

He kissed my left cheek and pressed himself on top me, so his warmth, scent, and weight were all very comforting. I took a deep breath in and kissed his head, then slowly exhaled and squeezed Damon's fingers.

"Okay," I uttered quietly. "Which position do you want to see?"

"A few," he mumbled, "maybe five..."

My cheeks warmed. "A-and which one first?"

"On one side, curled up a bit." whispered Damon, his breath hitting my neck.

My heart began to pound as he released my fingers, so I rolled onto my left side and followed his instructions. My Emerged angel stripped off his boxers and returned to his hands and knees above me. Damon's ice-blue eyes were very focused on my form, his gaze unwavering as I blushed and shakily reached for my length. Despite my obvious nervousness, I was already very turned on and raring to go.

The first little stroke to the tip of my cock was a little embarrassing and awkward, but having Damon hover over me was more of the former. Yet, at the same time, Damon's presence was both arousing and comforting. He wanted me to do this for him, so I think he'd be turned on from it. Well, I hope that's the case and I'm not deluding myself.

"Focus," uttered Damon, a slight rasp to his voice.

I shivered and refocused my attention on the present situation. Damon's lips parted when I started to fist my little cock, easily pumping it in short movements. It felt a little strange to be watched while masturbating, but there was a tiny thrill of pleasure from Damon's piercing, heat-inducing gaze.

"Day," I moaned softly, reaching for my balls and my hole with my left hand.

Damon twitched when I said his nickname, his erection already oozing drops onto my legs. I became hyperaware of his warm pre-come hitting my skin, then cooling as it slid down my closed thighs. I trembled a little as I gently rubbed my hole, which was already getting moist from my slick. Damon's fingers clenched the bedding below us, so I figured he wanted to see what I was doing.

"Day, sit back."

Damon reluctantly did as told, then he was rewarded with a new position. I kept my head on the bed and reached behind myself as I let my tail flop over my back. Damon's breath hitched when I began to pull on my length from underneath, keeping my knees apart and my ass high on the bed. I swapped hands so my right hand's fingers were toying with my entrance. I muffled myself as I tensed and curled my toes, the tingly sensations of an impending orgasm starting to build really quickly. Damon's gaze was trained on my backside and he was panting the moment I pushed one finger inside.

"Fuck..."

I blushed from hearing his aroused tone of voice. There was a tinge of regret as well, but I think I know why. He is holding back from touching me so that he can fully enjoy the scene in front of himself without breaking the moment to devour the meal. I imagine it's somewhat like aerating a fine wine before draining the whole glass.

"Mm," I mewled, my legs trembling after one firm rub around my crown. "Day, this feels good..."

Damon's squeaky, strangled reply simply consisted of "Good," which almost made me laugh. However, I was enjoying myself too much to bother.

My hips started moving once I got more into the rhythm and became less embarrassed. My fingers weren't long enough, so instead I used magic and nearly howled when I found my prostate. I squeezed my length tightly to stop myself from climaxing right away.

"Fuck, Day..." I mewled, my movements getting faster. "I-I think I'm gonna come!"

"Roll over, please."

I did as Damon asked and leaned back onto the pillows, spreading my legs without being asked. I kept going and Damon was just resting on his hands and knees while I stroked myself to completion. I was tense for a good few seconds before I melted into the pillows and tried to calm down. My vision was swirling and my chest was heaving while the sense of weightlessness faded in and out.

"Day?" I started, then felt his hands on my waist. I cracked open my right eye and then smiled as my blushing angel Emerged curled down for a kiss.

Damon sat back on his feet, tugging my rump closer and moving my legs over his thighs before he ducked his head down for another kiss. I panted against his neck, then took a moment to kiss the hollow of his throat. Damon nuzzled my head, his wings opening to hide us from view as a knock landed on the door.

"Hey, Damon, are you headed out with Anwyll soon? I wanted to ask you a question about tomorrow."

Damon twitched after Zaire said the last word, which made me concerned and curious. My Emerged angel assented but remained hovering over me on his forearms and knees. I blushed when Zaire entered the room and his caramel-brown eyes turned yellow with slit pupils.

"Hi, Air."

Zaire flicked his shifted snake tongue out to taste the air, then remarked about the lack of Damon's scent. My Emerged angel's halo was glowing a bright pink while he blushed.

"We were in the middle of getting to it, Zaire. What do you need to ask?"

Zaire eyed me for a fraction of a second before asking about something completely innocuous. I frowned, but Damon wasn't the least bit bothered. I reached up and fingered a long lock of his dyed silver hair before pressing it to my lips. Damon happened to look down at that very second, so I was able to watch his cock jump. My whole body flushed with heat.

"Hey, Zaire?"

"Yeah?"

"Isn't our little lover the cutest in the whole world?"

Zaire nodded without hesitation. My cheeks burned as Damon sat back and gripped the backs of my knees, drawing my legs up and apart to spread them. I made a little noise of surprise when he suddenly rolled me in half and kept my ass in the air. Damon held my back against his front as he pushed apart my asscheeks a little more. He eyed Zaire.

"Want to lick it with me?"

Zaire was surprised, but he nodded and knelt on the bed at my left side and Damon's right. I gasped when Zaire's hands landed on my skin, then moaned when their tongues made contact with my sensitive skin that was wet with slick. I mewled when Zaire's fingers curled around my cock, starting to pump some life back into it.

"A-Air, Day..."

Damon's halo turned a bright golden-pink, then he nibbled on my hole and pressed his tongue inside. Zaire shifted his tongue again and easily pushed it inside as well, so I was making soft noises and clutching the bedding while my lovers devoured me in this way. Their eyes met mine and I tensed as the need to climax began to grow. My whole body trembled, but I jerked when Damon's finger was added to the pile. He found my prostate and started to rub, roll, and press it with his fingertip. Thanks to those sensations coupled with Zaire's hand and their tongues, I was a goner. I came with a strangled moan of pleasure, my semen now erupting onto my face.

I panted, my waist and legs weak from the position and the aftereffects from my orgasm. Damon let my ass rest on his lap, so my back was feeling better now. Zaire drew his tongue back into his mouth and savored my taste before he leaned over my flushed, breathless form for a kiss that made me melt even more. His snake tongue wrapped around mine and he sucked on it, his fingers sliding under my damp, sweaty head to cup it. I moaned into Zaire's mouth, weakly reaching for him. He readily grasped my right hand with his left one, so I relaxed and let him lead.

Zaire pulled back when my vision grew hazy, then he kissed my forehead, my knuckles, and finally my lips before he got off the bed. He licked his own lips free of the little bit of semen he'd collected there and wiggled his fingers at Damon.

"Thanks for the treat."

Damon chuckled. "My pleasure. See you later, Zaire."

Zaire nodded and wished us a good time today, then left Damon's room and shut the door behind himself. My Emerged angel sat back on his feet and hummed as he licked his left thumb. His arousal-filled ice-blue eyes pierced my form, so I couldn't help my little bit of squirming. Damon grabbed my tail and I trembled, then he curled down and kissed me. I moaned into his mouth and buried my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer.

"Day, are we gonna do more?" I asked breathlessly, my chest heaving after our kissing session.

Damon's cheeks warmed. "No, not right now."

"Have you come yet?"

My cute and sexy Emerged angel blushed and shook his head, so I had him lay back. I laid down on my stomach and started to pleasure him, but Blaine decided to barge in this time.

"Laine," groaned Damon, his face aflame. "Why now?"

Blaine smirked. "You told me to burst in here if you hadn't left yet."

Damon paused. "What time is it?"

"Half past one."

"Oh shit!" exclaimed our angel Emerged. "Put on the outfit with magic, Anwyll! We're going to be late if we don't hurry."

I chuckled as I sat up, then stretched and yawned. Blaine came over to the bed and leaned on it, so I crawled towards him for a kiss. He hugged my form tightly, caressing my wolf ears while pressing kisses to my head. Damon was figuratively flying around the room in a rush, but there was only calmness between Blaine and myself.

"Don't forget our promise," whispered Blaine.

My entire body flushed with heat, so Blaine pecked my lips and left the room with a saucy wink. I whined under my breath and rubbed my burning hot cheeks with the back of my right hand.

"Why are all of my lovers so damn gorgeous and enticing?" I mumbled, then yelped when Damon leapt on me.

"Hurry!" he exclaimed, then pecked my lips. "Let's go!"

I used magic to clean myself up and get dressed, so Damon dragged me out of his room and down the hall towards the garage door. Blaine was laughing his head off, even after Damon shut the door to the garage. I frowned but hopped inside Damon's small car, then buckled myself in while he used the clicker to open the garage door in order to back out.

"Say, Day, are we really that late?"

Damon waited until the car was on the driveway and the garage door was closing before responding to my question. "Yeah—uh..." His eyes had dropped to the digital clock. "Shit, Laine, that bastard!"

It was currently twelve-thirty, so clearly Blaine had played a little trick on our angel Emerged. I grinned and squeezed my knees.

"Personally, I think Blaine wanted us to get out and do something fun together before we met up with your friends. Y'know, as in more alone time outside of the house like a proper date."

"I guess he didn't want us cooped up in my room until we had to leave, but that was still mean." He pouted, then pushed his fingers through his long, silver hair. "I'll get him back one day."

Damon huffed as he pulled out onto the paved road outside of the gate. I pressed the button on the gate opener to close it, so Damon thanked me as we headed down on the county-maintained road to get to the highway. I yawned again, then took a moment to admire my outfit for the day.

He had me make what was called a "bodysuit," which reminded me of a one-piece bathing suit. It was a light gray with short lace sleeves and a halter neck. There was a black ribbon at the hollow of my throat to enhance the lace keyhole at my collarbones. But it was backless, so that made me feel a little more daring. As for the rest, there was a high-waisted plaid miniskirt in white, gray, and black. The accent ribbons and lace were black, too. I know Damon has an interest in punk-styled clothing like Briar and Dian, although the latter definitely vibes more with modern hybridized goth styles.

I was also wearing super sheer mesh stockings and really cool black boots that were reminiscent of combat ones, but they stopped below my knees. The silver-colored eyelets stood out and black ribbons were my laces. I like them a lot. As for extra things, I have a headband that has tiny white angel wings on either side and my black velvet backpack purse.

I think I look cute, but Damon hasn't said a word yet about my appearance. The main reason for that is because he hasn't had the time or ability to take a moment to properly look at me. But when he does, I just get this feeling I might get pinned down somewhere and fucked in public like what Waltz and Zaire have done to me on more than a few occasions.

For dates, my lovers either mixed and matched clothes I already had in my closet or had me make it from a new design in their heads, and it was the latter for Damon today. Earlier, when he said he wanted us to match, he meant our Emerged traits that were only visible to nonhumans and our hair colors. So I will be changing my hair before we meet Damon's friends and I will make white wings and a halo visible for my angel. He was super excited earlier, so I wonder how much more aroused he will be when his request actually gets fulfilled.

"When do we have to meet up with your friends, Day?"

"At two," he replied, glancing at the clock. "So we have under an hour and a half of time left. It will still take another ten or twelve minutes to get into the city center, but we will have an hour to ourselves to hang out before meeting up with my friends. Is there any place you want to go, Anwyll?"

I hummed, tapping my lips. I went through all the things I've done on dates so far and tried to think up something that hasn't been done yet. Damon chuckled and patted my head, so I grinned at him.

"Well, I've heard about the art statues that are placed around the city. Can we go look for some?"

Damon's eyebrows shot up. "Sure, sounds good."

I pushed up and leaned over the console, then gave my cute Emerged angel a kiss on his cheek. "Thanks, Day."

His halo turned pink as his cheeks heated up, so I was grinning away while watching him get flustered. Damon took a deep breath and slowly let it out, then put his blinker on to take the off-ramp. We were already within the city and approaching one of the busiest and craziest-designed intersections I've ever seen.

"What the heck..." I breathed, watching cars weave back and forth. Right now, the cars from our right were going into a two-lane section of the road towards the left side of the cars facing them. And it wasn't even to turn left to get the highway but underneath it to cross the road. There were eight visible stoplights; four normal ones and four smaller ones directing the traffic coming/going from weird angles.

"Yeah, I know it's horrible. I don't know who the hell planned this out thinking it was going to make things less dangerous, but they deserve to be fired. I was a witness to one of the first accidents when they put this intersection to work."

"Oh wow, I hope the person inside was okay. How many accidents have there been?"

Damon hummed. "In the last five years, I would say there has been almost twenty accidents and numerous close calls."

"And that's okay with the city?"

He snorted. "Apparently. They figure it's a good scare tactic to keep people in line, despite the numerous complaints."

"Holy crap..." I murmured, then quieted myself to let Damon focus.

He carefully and cautiously drove through the intersection, then we both breathed a sigh of relief as we got through unscathed. "That's always a little nerve-wracking," he admitted, pushing a lock of hair behind his right ear.

I agreed with him and gave my lover another quick kiss, then let him focus on driving us to the closest art statue in the city. Apparently, there were ten located in very different areas. Since we don't have time to drive all over the busy city, I figured we could park near one statue and then I would fly in my dragon form with Damon on my back to go on a treasure hunt of sorts.

"I think I know where one is," mumbled Damon, peering around a little. He slowed down and turned on his blinker, then turned down a street that had a really big, wide building on a slight hill. "This is the county courthouse," he told me, thumbing at the building.

"Ooh, and there's the statue!" I added with a grin, pointing to the painted lizard statue that was about six feet long and four feet tall from its nose in the air to the base of the rock it was "perched" on.

Damon smiled happily at me as he pulled into a parking space and shut the car off. I was immediately unbuckled and dragged into his lap, so I snuggled into his arms with a soft purr in my throat.

"Thank you, Day."

He kissed my head and wolf ears, then nuzzled my head. "You're welcome, my cute Anwyll."