She'll find something that works, even if it means getting dirty

With Azazel's buns nestled against the Helltaker's lap and her uniform unbuttoned enough to show him a scandalous glimpse of the undoubtedly erotic tank-top t-shirt she wore underneath, the angel stopped to ponder how best to keep upping her game. If anyone ought to know what to do, it was her, right? After all, she'd been extremely thorough when taking her notes in the underworld; she'd written generous logs of all of the scandalous behaviors of demons. To progress here, she'd need not just to take a few pages from those notes, but also, to raise the bar in execution!

Unintentionally destroying the sense of sexual tension she'd helped to create between herself and her target, the hapless angel pulled out her notebook and began thumbing through pages. "Alright, let's see... what would those demons do with the Helltaker's penis?" she mumbled to herself, causing the Helltaker to raise an eyebrow over his dark sunglasses. "Evidence suggests... Aha! I should stomp it with my boot, or, if that's too slow, smash it with a hammer-"

"Try the next page," the Helltaker encouraged her with a sense of urgency.

"You're right! This is all taken from the early observations. Surely, the demons all changed their strategies after that point and fine-tuned their game plans," Azazel agreed, not stopping to think that she really didn't want the Helltaker to be the one strategizing on the secret plan to win him over for angel-kind. "So, this page is all about innuendo that implies eating his dick... so I guess the right answer is to leave his lap and put it in my mouth."

The Helltaker's mouth widened as he steeled himself to hear Azazel's reaction; surely she'd realize what she'd said just now and correct herself.

"Hmmm..."

Any minute now.

"W-Wait! Like, put it in my mouth?!" Azazel shouted suddenly, grabbing the neck-line of the Helltaker's shirt and shaking him back and forth, as though asking him to confirm. He neither confirmed nor denied, thinking it may be best to allow her to make her own judgment. "I'm not sure if I'm going to like the taste-!"

The crack of a whip somewhere inside the house cut her off and reminded her she had a mission to complete.

"I mean... I'm sure any angel would do the same, because we all love the taste of dick! That's how we pleasure mortal men, you know? We really love dicks. It's all we think about," she corrected her attitude, fluttering her eyelashes as she finished opening up her uniform's top and set it to the side, more to stall for time than because she really wanted it off. With that, her arms, bare from the collar-bone down to her short gloves, were revealed. Once things got hot and heavy, she might be happy she'd removed the outer garment, but for now, she felt oddly naked without her usual uniform fully assembled. "Yeah, we angels have nothing better to do than fantasizing about gobbling down men's tasty cocks!"

The whip cracked again.

"W-What do you want from me?! I'm sex-talking as hard as I can!" Azazel thought to herself, struggling to keep her smile on as she mentally complained to her superior. Evidently, the Arch Angel thought that implying angels were that obsessed with male genitalia was a bit much. Azazel was actually acting pretty far against character and felt she deserved to be appreciated for it... It wasn't like she actually thought about dicks all the time. In fact, as she knelt in front of the Helltaker, she half-wished he'd ruin her mission by protesting. "If we angels go around doing things like this... are we actually any different from demons?! I think I saw Zdrada try to give him a blowjob earlier and he made her take a hike... But he's letting me do it! Does that mean he really likes me? Or is he just trying to be nice because he sees I'm nervous? Or... Or maybe Zdrada's breath is so bad, he doesn't want it on his dick! That sounds right. This is why I always carry mints! Well... no, it's not why, but I guess I'm glad that I do!"

By the time she'd finished sorting all of that out, she'd released his dick from his pants. It was... massive! She supposed it only made sense given his frame, but it was far larger than the angel had ever pictured in her lewdest dreams, which often included the Helltaker fucking any of the demons instead of her. The thought of trying to fit it all in her mouth was an intimidating proposition and her smile seemed to shrink smaller and smaller in protest upon her reddening face. "Um... Takey?" she asked, trying the pet name again. "I-I think that... Instead of using my mouth... I'd rather go back to using my lap!"

She needed to pick something that'd keep her hidden from the other side of the couch, to maximize the time she had to work him over. With little time to think, Azazel picked the position that seemed most appropriate; she got down onto all fours, then stuck her breasts down against the floor and the seat of her uniform's pants up towards the Helltaker, so that it was up against his now-exposed manhood. "There we go... This way, I don't have to dislocate my jaw. Plus, it's a much more sanitary way to appease mankind, if we angels just use our pants instead of our mouths. I'm a genius!" Azazel laughed to herself.

The Helltaker coughed; he didn't think she meant to say that part out loud, but he didn't correct her on it. On one hand, he'd been looking forward to trying the "hold on to the halo and fuck the mouth" strategy that you see in angel-related hentai sometimes. On the other hand... this was plenty inviting on its own and could become more so, if she turned out to like what she felt. With no further hesitation, he placed both hands upon the sides of her round hips and began to grind himself upon her pristine, white slacks. They were probably the cleanest garment in the whole household, when considering gender and demon hygiene as factors. It felt, pardon the turn of phrase, heavenly.

What started as a very polite exchange of buttjob between two friends quickly grew rougher; regardless of what Azazel thought about his dick, the Helltaker was finding that he liked her ass even more than he expected to. Frankly, it surprised him. Maybe because she wasn't usually coming on to him like the other girls, but sometimes, he almost forgot that Azazel was a girl he could consider part of his harem; as such, he rarely considered how well those uniform slacks fit upon her cute bottom, nor imagined what she might look like underneath them. Now that he was feeling it... Not bad! Not bad at all. Solid 10/10. "This is what you wanted, right? I have to admit, I never knew angels wanted to do this sort of thing. Come to think of it, you said angels like fellatio, right? Why are we doing this?"

Azazel's face had become as blood-red as the carpet. Just as he rarely stopped to consider the merits of her bottom, she rarely stopped to think what it would be like to service him with her own body. The answer was... embarrassing! She couldn't believe the Arch Angel was watching this somewhere. "Y-Yep! This is what I wanted! Mmm, I sure l-love getting my pants wet with body fluids...! We angels also really like doing... th-this thing!" she responded in a shaky voice, now feeling her hips rock back and forth with the increasingly excited movements of the house's host. Her own power was no longer enough to hold herself in place; without even trying to, he'd easily begun to overwhelm her, and she had to cross her arms in front of herself to avoid sliding forward on the carpet.

"Oh, damn. I forgot you probably want to keep your uniform clean. Would you rather...?"

Azazel assumed he was asking if she wanted to stop. "I-I mean, that's entirely up to you, but if you feel like it's too much-"

"No, I actually wanted to ask if I could. Thanks," he responded awkwardly, then, contrary to her expectations, reached in to the hem of her slacks and began to drag them down, disregarding her belt altogether. The strength with which he performed this undressing seemed to prove the effect she was having upon him. In an instant, her pants were left in a pool around her knees, belt and all.

The angel hadn't been expecting that; she felt her legs shaking with surprise as her white, cotton panties were exposed to the Helltaker, then immediately taken as a cushion for his manhood. His hands dug into her bare hips at either side to hold her steady and use her like a toy, allowing him to fuck the space in the cradle of her butt-cheeks. "Oh! Oh no... Should I be taking notes on this?" she suddenly, ridiculously, questioned out loud. This felt like something that demons should be doing, not humans and angels. With her butt rocking back and forth against his thrusts, she clasped both gloved hands to her face in embarrassment and braced herself on her elbows.

Thinking about the cleanliness of her pants turned out to be a silly notion, considering what was happening to her undergarments. The Helltaker had clearly begun to unleash the first signs of precum and she wasn't doing any better; the dick was exciting her in ways she'd never experienced, and now, she found the lap of her panties soaked. The liquid ran down her thighs from the small gap between fabric and skin, then worsened as he bunched her panties up like a thong in the back, using one hand, in order to feel more of her supple, soft flesh.

"This is it, right? I've proven angels are better, right?! B-But does that mean humans are going to be using angels like this by precedent from now on?!" she questioned herself, thinking to the future to take her mind off of the present. She couldn't tell if that theoretical scenario excited or terrified her. Sometimes, Azazel's rambling mind really was unbearable.