Heaven Help Me

Written for a younger friend who loves Hazbin Hotel, and in particular the angel characters. I confess I'd never heard of this show (I'm old)! and had to binge-watch all the episodes before writing this. I thought I'd share it on here, assuming fics of this sort of genre are permitted?

HH is an adults-only animation and all characters depicted here are over the age of 18.

"The deal was done."

Lute sighed as she gazed at herself in the mirror.

"That fucking bitch is going to pay for the damage she's caused."

Oh Hell was going to pay all right. Tears welled up in her eyes. She was missing Adam more than she ever imagined.

As an Exorcist, she prided herself on slaying as many sinners and demons as possible, and her status in Heaven. Together with Adam, they'd been an unbeatable team. Not forgetting how good Adam had been in bed either. Nobody could fuck as good as the First Man. Shit, she missed that huge cock of his.

....

Saint Peter yawned and stretched his wings. Finally his shift was over, and his deputy would shortly be arriving to take over. Another day in Heaven and another load of newly-arrived souls to check in. Damn, his predecessor hadn't been joking when he'd said that being official Gatekeeper was a job for afterlife. After doing it for a millennium, the first Gatekeeper Simon Peter, had quit in order to focus more on being the patron saint of fishermen, bakers and various other things. Which was fair enough. The novelty of being Gatekeeper wore off after a couple of centuries. It was also considered something of a dead-end job amongst the higher ranked members of Heaven, despite being a vital role.

Saint Peter wondered if that was the reason for his lack of a love life. He was just a humble angel who was the patron saint of church choirs. Very amateur choirs. Yes, this was Heaven, where all your greatest hopes and desires were realised -- if you were a deserving soul. For Heavenborns, it was a bit more complicated. You had the same issues as the living down on Earth. There was a class system here.

Despite his smiley, confident exterior as a meeter-greeter, the angel was painfully shy when it came to chatting up guys or girls he was attracted to. Everyone in Heaven was hot, as the song went. But no-one had ever asked him out. It didn't help that he'd developed a raging crush on someone completely out of his league -- Lute. He'd always had a thing for dominant types. And they didn't come much more dominant than her. Lute was fierce at the best of times, and had been the only one who truly seemed to be a match for the now-deceased Adam.

...

Lute's thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door.

"What the fuck do you want, you irritating little twink?" she snapped, noticing Saint Peter stood there.

Truly, she says the sweetest things when she's angry, he thought. The feathers on his wings fluffed up, as always happened when he was embarrassed. "Hey there Lute. Umm, I just thought I'd stopped by and wondered if..."

"Look, how many more times, I'm not interested in attending one of your shitty organ recitals! Go fuck a nun..."

"Um, actually I play the French horn. Organs are more Saint Cecilia's thing."

Lute rolled her eyes.

"Er, that's not why I'm here. I...just wondered if you were okay. Well er, you've been kinda down recently..." he fiddled nervously with his fingers. "So...I."

"Do I look okay? After what Lucifer and his damned brethren did to Adam?" She pointed to the stump of her left arm. "And this?"

"Um." Saint Peter gazed timidly at her, his eyes full of genuine concern. "You're still beautiful."

"What?"

The angel's pale face turned a radiant gold as he blushed.

"Are you done?" She slammed the door in his face.

Later...

"D'aww, that's adorable!" Emily cooed as Lute discussed the encounter. "I'm not into guys, but Saint Peter is a sweetheart. He's had a crush on you for a while.

Lute groaned. "Seriously?"

"Uh-huh. Why not give him a chance?"

She pulled a face. But secretly she considered the fact that she was craving some angel cock right now. A willing simp would satisfy her needs for now.

...

Saint Peter was attempting to practice one of his latest songs, when Lute suddenly appeared in his candy-coloured apartment, not bothering to knock, and almost frightening the afterlife out of him.

"O-oh...Lute! Hi!"

"Maybe I was a little harsh earlier."

"Oh! Not at all. Would you like to sit down?" he stammered, beckoning her to a pastel pink sofa. "Can I get you a drink?"

They talked for a while and Saint Peter listened intently as the Exorcist ranted at length about the problems caused by Hell. Well, this was going better than expected. She hadn't yelled at him or threatened to punch him yet.

"...and Sera has cherubs working overtime to thwart imp death squads that are believed to be operating on Earth."

The angel's eyes widened. "Imp death squads?"

"Yeah. Rumour has it that vengeful sinners pay these goons to murder any mortal they believe wronged them in life. It's a fucking disgrace. I swear to God I'm gonna slay the whole lot of them at the next Extermination. I will avenge Adam."

She tried her best to hide it, but he noticed tears well up in her eyes at the mention of Adam.

Saint Peter took a deep breath and shyly extended one of his wings round her shoulders.

Gathering all his courage, he put his cup on the coffee table and gently prised hers out of her hand and put it next to his. He put his arms round her waist and pulled her gently towards him before planting a kiss on her lips. Suddenly, he pulled away.

"Oh...I'm sorry! I beg forgiveness. Heaven help me!"

Lute grabbed Saint Peter's blue vest and he tensed, fearing her reaction, but she simply smirked and kissed him back. No words were spoken as she pulled him closer still until their chests pressed against each other. He started kissing her again. She put her hand on his shoulder as his hands started roaming across the small of her back. He could feel her lovely tits against his chest as they kissed until eventually they broke free.

"You know, you are kinda cute." Lute placed her hand on his robe-covered thigh and squeezed. "I could have a LOT of fun with you."

Actually pegging his pert little butt would be a whole load of fun, but maybe save that for a later occasion, when she'd emboldened him a bit more.

"Ahh," he moaned, his cheeks rapidly glowing gold again as he felt himself harden. "Um L-Lute...I confess...I-I'm not very experienced in this sort of thing."

"What a tragedy. Let me fix that then."

She started kissing him again ignoring his half-hearted gestures to stop. Reaching under his robes, she slid her hand up his bare thigh.

"Ooh my...God!" Saint Peter squeaked, his voice rising by several octaves, as he felt warm fingers brush his angelhood.

"Holy shit. I knew it," Lute smiled.

"K-knew what?"

"That you were commando under these robes. Naughty boy."

Saint Peter just meekly shrugged. "Just feels more comfortable..." His dick was rock-hard and Lute wasted no time lifting up his robes to reveal it in all its glory. It was glowing with a faint golden light, with a little halo above the glans. Nowhere near as big as Adam's had been, but what a pretty cock! It was a lot larger than she'd expected. Lute put her hand around the pale shaft, before taking it to her lips and licking it enthusiastically. Saint Peter blushed again and felt his balls stiffen as she took it into his mouth and began sucking it readily, before running her tongue across his balls.

"Oohh! Dear Lord!" Saint Peter moaned and sighed in ecstasy, the brightness of his halo increasing.

Lute brought her mouth down encasing his cock completely so that the glans was touching the back of her throat. She started sucking enthusiastically, bobbing her head up and down in a steady rhythm. Saint Peter lay back, his wings fluttering as she continued. His blonde hair which had previously been neatly curled, had now started to come loose and strands of it were hanging down in all sorts of places. His eyes were closed and his face bore an expression of sheer, unbridled joy.

The exorcist carried on regardless, making little 'um um' sounds as she went, until finally, the angel felt his cock tense and he shot forth a load down the back of her throat. His cum was strawberry flavoured and she swallowed it greedily.

"Mmm," she purred, licking her lips. When she had finished, and licked his prick clean, she reclined on the couch and removed her boots.

"Could use an extra hand here, Petey," she whispered, indicating for him to remove her clothes. "Don't be shy now."

"Ahh...yes...of course!" He panted. He brought his right hand down between her knees and pulled the front of her dress up slightly. His hand disappeared into the gloom working its way up her nylon-clad legs until he felt the damp in her crotch. He was slightly disappointed to find she was wearing tights, but she was clearly very excited as the dampness had seeped through onto the dark nylon.

Saint Peter held Lute's shoulders gently with both hands and kissed her delicately on the lips before moving himself astride her prostrate body. He started to unfasten the grey dress she always wore. She lay back with her head on the cushion looking up at him expectantly as he did so and sat up briefly to allow him to remove the garment.

Her dark tights could clearly be seen stretching up under it to her crotch. Taking hold of the waistband with trembling fingers, Saint Peter pulled them down over her legs and round her ankles until they were clear of her feet and she maintained her laid back, knees bent position while he did so.

Her tights had revealed a pair of metallic silver tight panties that rubbed across her pussy lips, one of which could just be seen peeking out from the crotch. He caught hold of the panties and pulled them down over her knees to her ankles and tossed them on the ever growing pile of clothes. Neatly-trimmed white pubes and a pussy awaited him, with her partly opened lips beckoning him forward. Dear God, how many times had he jacked himself off daydreaming about seeing such a heavenly view? He spread her legs wide enough apart to position his head against it with her knees slightly in the air. Kneeling before her, he positioned his fingers against the lips and inserted a finger. She was dripping wet so he put his tongue inside her and started licking. Her juices were spicy and made his mouth tingle.

Lute lay back on the couch; her eyes closed moaning with ecstasy. As Saint Peter licked and slurped his way inside her, her hand was resting on her breasts and she was rubbing them.

"Fuck yes. More!

Every so often, she would let out a little gasp as his tongue made contact with her clit and this only managed to make her even wetter. Of all the men she'd fucked, Saint Peter was one of the gentlest, and this new to her. Much as she'd loved Adam's rough angry coupling, she had to admit that Saint Peter's sensitive touch was...rather nice actually. There was no shouting or swearing, no thrashing about, just the little gasps and a few 'oohs and aahs' until she erupted with a big sigh out onto the couch.

Saint Peter lifted his head up and looked up at her. She was still lying back with her eyes closed fingering her tits. He removed his robes and the rest of his clothes His cock was now huge and Lute could feel it pressing up against her upper leg. Saint Peter eased himself up and guided it towards her waiting pussy and into the chasm beyond. She gasped as she felt the full length bury itself inside her. In his usual steady style, the angel began thrusting in and out of her.

So exact and steady were his poundings that you could almost imagine him counting musical time in his head. 'One, two, one, two, in, out, in, out.' His balls slammed against her groin as he did so and the little gasps continued, her body moving in time with his. As before, he was still much quieter than everyone who had gone before. It was almost as though there was a reverential respect of some kind. Gradually though, Saint Peter could feel his cock tensing once more, then a final twitch and a great sigh as he filled up Lute's throbbing cavern with sweet angelic spunk, seconds after she too had spilled forth her own juices once more.

She lifted herself up and collapsed exhausted on top of him and they lay there together locked in embrace, with him gently stroking her hair and kissing her on the lips and she responding by kissing him back and stroking his now flaccid cock with her only hand.

"Well that was better than expected," Lute said. "You're wasted as a Gatekeeper. Think it's time you changed careers. We could be...so good together!"

Unaware that the exorcist had major plans with regards to Hell, Saint Peter simply whimpered in blissful agreement.