The Angel and the Demoness (me and Notte)

He sighed as he walked into school with his bookbag slung over just one arm as he kept his head down, the short brown hair on his head would not be noticed as much as the tops of the large white wings that were attached to his back. Now he was an angel clearly though his body screamed human nerd. He was a bit on the shorter side not standing up to the faces of most people but to their chests and his crystal blue eyes were behind a pair of brown rimmed glasses. The boy walked into the school looking around at the many humans, angels and demons that the school had all around it and he just hurried past everyone, trying not to get trampled as he got to his class.

The boy's name was Lawrence, or Lance as his father called him, almost like a joke since it was clear that Lawrence was not a warrior angel. He sat there looking down at his desk through the glasses he wore as he was dressed reletively nice. A nicer shirt and it was tucked into some slacks. he had a tie, a belt, nice shoes. Even for an angel he looked like he was pretty dressed up.

The bell rang and the teacher started class, first by introducing him, telling the class who he and his father were... his father was the Angel Judgement... and he knew that people would now give him funny looks. He clearly did not look like the offspring one one of the most powerful angels on earth. And then went to say that his mother was a gifted priestess who was very skilled with magic. Lawrence was then able to sit as he was blushing brightly. he had not said a word and he clearly did not seem to be wanting to any time soon. Though off and on he did glance over at the other people in the class, trying to get a feel for who all was in there with him, and maybe who he should avoid. He pulled out his notebook and he began to take notes as the teacher was teaching.

The teacher gave a very stirn frown as then the teacher repeated "I was just telling the class we have a new student, one you sat in front of" he did not repeat the parentage as he said "just open your book to page 53 and we can get back to work" then class had begun and the nerdy looking angel scurried to get his book and his notebook out as he began to take notes on the lecture. In truth she had been right on, his father was an angel and his mother was a human. He blushed a bit as he actually began to look over her a bit, true he was behind her but still she was actually turning him on quite a bit. Blushing he just sat there trying not to look like he was getting a slight stiffy.

The class continued on and he just took notes though he did look over her. She both frightened and excited him and in truth it was the first time he had felt this way. He gulped a bit and he just shook his head a bit as he tried to concentrate on work. But it was like his eyes were always drawn back to her. He just gave a small sigh and he just began to pretend she wasn't there in hopes to continue his work. Needless to say that did not work too well.

Lawrence blushed when she turned around as he began to fear her a bit more with that weird little threat. Well that was what it sounded like but when she began to stroke him boy would she get a shock. This angel was actually very hung. Now normally angels and humans did not have massive dicks, normally it were demons that did but he had a dick that almost seemed bigger than demon size. His cock was getting harder by her touch as he gave out a small squeek of a moan as he bit down trying not to make any noise.

He gulped a bit as he looked up at her as he was expressing both a look of pain and a bit of pleasure "please... stop..." he whispered "please I will stop looking..." he said as he was clearly showing fear toward her however the desire she had felt from him earlier never faded, hell it even seemed to grow a slight bit even if he did not know it himself. He gulped a bit as he sat there, he had stopped taking notes as he felt like she had him pinned. He did not fight usually and the feel of her gripping his cock so tightly both hurt and pleasured him.