Greed
As promised, Sera put her pride aside and went to Vaggie for help. After that first strained meeting, they had come to an arrangement. Vaggie would meet up with Sera twice a week to work on Sera’s emotional stability. It was rocky at first, Vaggie was too impatient and Sera was too proud, but soon they found a good rhythm. A few weeks later, Sera was feeling much like her usual self.
It was after one of their sessions where Vaggie reminded Sera of something very important. “An added punishment to us fallen angels down here is that once a year we get what I call ‘The Week of Hell’. Our wings start to molt and it’s itchy as hell and it’s disgusting. I only felt a slight irritation before I got my wings back, but now it’s ten times worse.” Vaggie looked at Sera’s six wings and winced. “Good luck.”
Sera grimaced. “Any advice?”
Vaggie scratched the back of her neck. “Just make sure Carmilla doesn’t stray too far away.”
“That’s it?”
Vaggie blushed. “Yupp. Bye.” And she was gone.
Sera went back home and relayed Vaggie’s cryptic advice to Carmilla. “What does that even mean?”
“I don’t know! That’s all she said!”
Carmilla chuckled. “Well, we’ll cross that bridge when we get there, I suppose.”
A few more weeks passed and the bridge was here.
Sera woke up glued to Carmilla’s side, three of her wings fully extended to cover them both. Sera went to retract her wings, sending a flurry of feathers everywhere. Sera sat up in astonishment to watch as the feathers descended upon them. She turned to look at Carmilla who was also surprised by the development.
“Umm, what’s going on?”
Sera shrugged and stood up, the movement causing even more wings to shed and swirl around them. Then she felt it, an itch so irritating it sent her hand flying to her back to try and scratch at it. She could feel soft casings around her feathers, as if she were a baby bird. She groaned. “The Week of Hell.”
Carmilla looked up, amused. “Now?”
Sera nodded. “Mhm.”
She quickly expanded all of her wings to their full width and watched as hundreds of feathers fell, leaving gross patches all over her wings. She also noticed the new hundreds of feathers that were growing in those soft casings, the cause of the itch. Give me strength.
Carmilla chuckled. “Do you want some help?”
Sera blushed and quickly nodded, offering her back to the overlord as she sat on the bed. “I can get the rest, I just can’t seem to reach– Ahhh.” Sera sighed in relief as Carmilla picked at the casings at the center of her wings.
After a while of working in silence, interrupted by Sera’s soft sighs, Carmilla declared herself done. “There, that’s the last of them. Let me know if you need any more help.”
Sera kissed her in gratitude and stood to let Carmilla get dressed for work. “Thank you, angel.”
Carmilla nodded and went into the ensuite.
Sera decided that it was best to stay home today for she didn’t want to leave a trail of feathers wherever she went. Carmilla had gone up to her office to work so that left Sera with nothing to do.
She turned on the tv and sat on the couch picking at her wings to pass the time, but she felt restless. She kept tossing and turning, but couldn’t seem to get comfortable. It felt like she was missing something, but couldn’t put her finger on it. She went to bathe, to try and take her mind off of it. The warm water helped her feel better, but once she was dry, she felt the same sensation again, empty.
Sera sighed and went to lie down, hoping she was just tired. When she placed her head on the pillow, it hit her. Carmilla. Sera craved Carmilla’s warmth right now.
She quickly sat up and teleported to Carmilla’s office. Perhaps she could tempt the overlord into taking a quick nap with her. Opening her eyes to survey Carmilla’s office, Sera desperately wished she had called or texted first. Carmilla was staring at her in shock from her desk while a smirking Velvette watched on in fascination from her seat in front of Carmilla.
“Well, I wasn’t expecting such a warm welcome, Carmilla, really you shouldn’t have.”
Sera gasped and quickly closed her wings around herself, covering her shimmery nightgown from view.
Carmilla growled. “Shut it, Velvette.”
The social media demon howled in laughter. “No way, this is priceless.”
Carmilla fumed and stared at Sera expectantly, her eyes demanding that she leave this instant, but Sera couldn't. Her feet were glued to the floor. Her desire to be near Carmilla trumped her embarrassment. And so, to everyone’s surprise, Sera walked right up to Carmilla and sat on her lap.
Carmilla was dumbfounded, no sound would come out of her mouth. Velvette, on the other hand, was laughing up a storm. Sera was sure she heard the click of a picture being taken, but she couldn’t find it in herself to care, she was so happy. She nuzzled into Carmilla’s neck and closed her eyes. She could feel herself begin to purr ever so slightly.
With gritted teeth, Carmilla leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Mi vida, can’t we do this later?”
Sera shook her head. “Nope.”
Carmilla groaned. “Sera.” Her tone was serious. Sera sensed she should feel somewhat remorseful right now, but the warmth radiating from the angry woman was lulling her to sleep.
“Carmillaaaa. Please! I need you.” She whined.
Velvette shrieked in delight. “Are y’all gettin’ kinky, right now? Valentino is gonna shit his pants when I tell ‘im.”
Sera felt herself flush in embarrassment. She also felt Carmilla’s fist clench in anger. “Get the fuck out right this instant, Velvette!”
“Geez, fine, fine, you don’t have to be so mean about it, you old bitch. I guess you really do need to get laid.”
Carmilla growled, the sound reverberating in her chest. “OUT!”
Sera heard the small demon cackle on her way out and then slam the door shut. Through the door she heard Velvette shout, “Happy fucking!” before her footsteps receded.
She felt Carmilla sigh and burrowed further into her neck. “I’m sorry.”
Carmilla wrapped her arms around her waist and placed her chin on Sera’s horns. “What’s this all about, amor?”
Sera felt her lips wobble. “I don’t know, I just felt this need to be close to you and I couldn’t stop myself even when I wanted to teleport away so I wouldn’t embarrass you in front of Velvette. But I did, and I am so sorry. It’s this Week of Hell, it’s got my hormones acting like crazy.”
Carmilla gently shushed her. “It’s alright, I’m not angry at you. Velvette just gets on my nerves, la pendeja irrespetuosa.”
Sera giggled. “That girl needs to learn some respect.”
“Gracias!”
Sera laughed freely now, her eyes seeking out Carmilla’s. From her place on Carmilla’s shoulder, the demoness looked angelic. Her eyes were crinkled from laughing and a few wisps had fallen from her updo, framing her face delicately. Sera felt heat course through her body.
Uh oh.