Lyris did, in fact, get up from below Nolan.
She rose and walked toward the pedestal, her steps deliberate but not quite steady, like she was making herself do this one movement at a time.
Both the angel and the devil on his shoulder shot to their feet, screaming in perfect unison.
"OH YEAH!!!"
Placing her hands on the pedestal, she spread her feet apart and pushed her ass out toward him. Her face was burning, a deep red spreading from her cheeks down to her neck, her blue eyes flicking back to him and then away.
She arched her back slowly, breasts spilling out at the sides, her ass lifting higher with the curve and her lower lips parted as she rocked back and forth, an invitation she clearly wasn't confident about.
'She's actually — okay. Thank you god for this gift.'
She then twisted her head back toward him, golden hair falling across her face.
"Nolan," she said softly.
"Y-yeah?"
For a moment, she didn't say anything. Then, in a quiet voice: "Will you please come fuck me?"
Nolan stood frozen, as if his soul had left his body.
'She actually said it.'
Pushing himself up off the ground, he walked over, his erection standing tall harder than before. Stepping up behind her, he watched her hair curtain her face, her eyes darting from him to the floor. Embarrassment was written across her features, but underneath it was something else the quiet weight of a Celestial's debt, the sense that this was hers to offer and his to accept.
Nolan gulped. His hands shook as he reached for her hips, but he couldn't quite bring himself to touch her, as if the moment he did, she would wisp away.
'Come on. Come on, man, she literally just asked you—'
Not letting him catch cold stage fright, Lyris pressed back against him. Her ass met his cock, slick already running down the inside of her thighs.
Oh. Oh, she wants this.
The thought ran through his mind, and as if that was all he needed, his hands wrapped around her hips. He traced her body, feeling every curve from her back to the sides of her ribs.
As his hands slid down her ribs, she felt her body tingle, electricity shooting up her spine with every stroke of his fingers, each touch leaving a trail of sensation behind. His palms moved lower, taking in the soft give of her skin, the curve of her waist, and then the full plush weight of her ass as he squeezed — warm and yielding under his grip.
Reaching down, he grabbed his cock and lined himself up, the head of it pressing against her slick entrance. For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then he slowly pushed in.
"Hnn—" Lyris's breath caught, a small bitten-back sound leaving her throat as the first inch sank into her, stretching her open. Her fingers tightened at the edge of the pedestal, knuckles paling. Nolan held there, feeling her pulse fluttering around the head of his cock, her body adjusting to the intrusion one heartbeat at a time.
And then he felt it — with that first inch, the debt she carried for him loosened.
He pushed in further.
"Ahh—" Her spine curved, her shoulders drawing up as another inch sank into her. Nolan felt her insides — hot, slick, clenching around him in small involuntary pulses. Her golden hair spilled forward across the pedestal as her head lowered.
Another inch. Deeper. The debt eased again.
"Mm— mnh—" Lyris's breath was coming faster now, muffled against her own arm as she tried to keep herself quiet. Her ass pressed back toward him without her meaning to, her hips searching for more.
He gave her more.
Sinking the rest of the way in, slow and steady, until his hips were flush against the plush softness of her ass — until the tip of him kissed her womb.
"Hahh—!"
The sound broke out of her before she could catch it, her whole body going taut around him. Nolan held there, buried deep, letting her feel all of him. Letting her body learn the shape of him. Her insides fluttered around his cock in waves, each pulse drawing another quiet sound from her throat.
"Ah… ah…"
Her forehead lowered to the cold stone of the pedestal, her breath fogging faintly against it.
Nolan's hands tightened around her hips, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of her ass. He drew back slowly, almost all the way out — and then pushed back in, their bodies slapping together, the plush give of her ass rippling against his hips.
"Ahn—!"
Lyris moaned, her body opening up for him now, welcoming him deeper with each stroke. Nolan felt her shuddering beneath his hands, her breath coming in short uneven pulls as he began to pound her from behind in a slow, steady rhythm.
"Ah— ah— it's so deep—" she gasped, the restraint she'd been holding onto giving way as pleasure took over.
'This is heaven, how could it get any better!'
"Slap her ass."
"..." Turning his head over he sees his devil on his shoulder looking at him.
The devil on his shoulder leaned in close, voice low and conspiratorial.
"Slap her ass."
The angel, who had until this moment been a beacon of moral restraint, nodded with the solemn gravity of a man who had seen the light.
"Slap her ass."
'If both heaven and hell say too…'
Nolan's hand lifted almost on its own.
Crack.
His palm came down on the plush curve of her ass, the sound sharp in the quiet of the chamber and Lyris's whole body seized around him.
"Ahhn—!"
She clenched down on his cock so hard he nearly saw stars, her insides fluttering wildly, her back arching as the sting bloomed across her skin.
And through the thread between them, Nolan felt the debt give in a way it hadn't yet a long, smooth unwinding, more than all the inches combined, as if that single strike had loosened something she'd been holding tighter than anything else.
"Fuck—" he breathed.
He couldn't stop himself. His hips drove back into her, harder now, the slap of their bodies filling the chamber.
Smack
Smack
Smack
Lyris's moans climbed, unguarded and breathless, her fingers scrabbling against the pedestal for purchase.
"Ah— ah— Nolan—!"
Her voice broke around his name, and then broke again as her body tightened around him in a way that wasn't voluntary anymore. He felt the wave building in her, her insides clenching in rhythmic pulses, her thighs shaking, her breath hitching into short desperate sounds.
"Hahh—! Ahh—!"
She came around him.
Her whole body locked up, her back arching sharp, her pussy clenching down on his cock in hot fluttering waves that pulled at him in a way he couldn't fight. Her slick ran down her thighs. Her voice broke into a long shuddering moan against the pedestal.
And that was it for Nolan.
The feel of her coming around him, her cries filling the chamber, her body milking him through the thread between them it tipped him over the edge before he could think.
"Shit—"
He pulled out just in time, his cock jerking in his hand as he stroked himself through it, and came hard across the small of her back.
"Ahh—" Groaning, Nolan shot thick ropes of cum that covered her back. It painted her pale skin in stripes, pooling in the dip of her lower back as she shuddered beneath him, her body still reeling from the aftershocks of her own release.
For a long moment, neither of them moved.
Lyris's cheek rested against the cold stone of the pedestal, her golden hair spilled across it, her breath coming slow and ragged. Her blue eyes were half-lidded, unfocused, staring at nothing. Nolan stood behind her, chest heaving, one hand still on her hip, the other hanging at his side.
The thread between them hummed quietly, settled into something new.
Neither of them spoke.