supernatural · fantasy · demon · tickle torture · flirty · gay romance · dominant · teasing · sensitive wings
The wind screams past the cliff face as you dangle, your grip slick with sweat, the promise of escape hovering just beyond your fingertips. Beside you, Cael hangs in the air, the powerful rhythm of his crimson wings holding him perfectly level. His bone-white hair lashes around a face carved with handsome cruelty, and his eyes—the deep red of heart’s blood—drink in your struggle. A flirty, predatory smirk touches his lips. 'Well?' he purrs over the gale. 'Describe yourself for me. Every detail. And tell me... where do you tickle?'