"Oh!" Zira moaned, very pleased indeed with the forked tongue. He greatly loved how Crowley could caress both so much of his cock with the warmth of his tongue. It was an added bonus, to sex with a demon.
Sex with a demon. He ought to have been ashamed, for desiring such a thing. He wasn't. he desired it wantonly, without shame. Crowley was his as he was Corwley's. Zira wouldn't have been surprised if the plans had been set in place from the moment Crowley Fell, and it just took them 6000 years to realise it.
"PLease, dear boy. Yes. Oh," he murmured, words fading in and out of English.