[pre-story] [redacted][/pre-story]
Everything was dark. Then, he heard a voice, soft and feminine. “Erik…” it called, and suddenly, he saw a light, small and far away. “Erik…” The voice called again, it was coming from the light. It sounded… familiar, somehow. Unconsciously, he felt himself drawn toward the light, the voice…
His eyes fluttered open. It was so bright, but somehow, the light didn’t make his eyes ache as it so often did in the mornings. Had the nurse left his light on? But as his vision cleared, he didn’t see the light above his bed. In fact, he didn’t see anything above his bed. The sky was so incredibly blue, dotted with fluffy wisps of cloud, it just seemed to go on forever in all directions. The sun hung high above him, but he didn’t feel the heat of its rays on his skin, and it didn’t hurt to look at it… The air was so clean, cleaner than he’d ever experienced, and it smelled sweet, the fragrant scent of flowers filling his nose with each breath. A gentle breeze caressed him, flowing over his skin from head to toe as he lay there for a moment, it was so nice, so unlike the still, sterile, stale air he was so used to... Wait… Where was his oxygen mask?! His hand shot up to his face, moving with a swift responsiveness he hadn’t had in years, and touched his face, groping for the stiff plastic that wasn’t there. His skin… It felt so smooth on his fingertips. His eyes widened as he caught sight of his hand, it wasn’t the bony claw, twisted by arthritis and marked with liver spots, that he was used to, no, it was… young. What...
“Erik.” That voice called out to him once more, and he turned his head to look. A woman kneeled there, amid the tall grass and wildflowers. She was… beautiful beyond comparison. Smooth, pale skin, flawless and unblemished, wrapped in a gauzy, pure white robe. Long wavy hair that cascaded over her shoulders like a waterfall of purest gold. A face of exquisite beauty, soft, warm, and kind, with a cute little nose and a soft blush to her cheeks. And behind her, wings, glorious, feathered wings so purely white they seemed to glow, demurely folded against her bare shoulders. Above her head glowed a halo, a fitting crown for such a beauty, the ring of light casting her soft features in a gentle glow. She met his gaze with bright, beautifully baby-blue eyes, and smiled, a warm, welcoming smile that seemed almost to make everything around them that much brighter.
“Welcome, Erik, to paradise” The woman spoke, her voice like honey, but somehow, musical, like a songbird. “Please, don’t be afraid. We’ve been waiting for you to arrive for a while now. Normally, a soul must face St. Peter and enter through the pearly gates, but you’ve lived a long, virtuous life, and it was decided you would be welcomed at the moment of your… arrival.” She informed him, pausing only briefly to pick the appropriate wording.
Erik was barely hearing her words. That face, that beautiful face, it was stuck in his mind, it was all he could see. It seemed so familiar… And then it hit him. “...It’s you!” He muttered in awe.
The woman blinked, surprised.
“I remember you!” Erik continued, pushing himself up from the soft, grassy bed he’d found himself upon. His body was responding just like it used to. He felt like a young man again! But he’d been younger still the first time he’d seen her face. Seeing her confusion, her elaborated. “I was just a kid, the first time. I fell in the pool, and woke up here. With you. You played with me for a little while, and we picked flowers, then I gave you mine, said you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and asked if you’d marry me.” He explained.
Her eyes widened, then softened as she smiled again. “I remember now. You were such a sweet, precocious little boy…”
Erik continued, sitting up fully. “And then you told me I couldn’t stay. That I had to go back. I didn’t want to, I wanted to stay here, with you. But you told me I couldn’t, and said if I was a good boy and kept doing did good things, that we’d meet again.” He said, then chuckled softly. “I guess you were right!”
She smiled, warmly, suddenly leaning forward to wrap her arms around his shoulders in a soft hug, one hand cradling the back of his head as she pulled him in close, holding his head against her chest as she ran her fingers through his dark, curly hair. “You did it, Erik. I’m so glad that you listened, that you remembered. I know how hard it can be to be good, how tempting evil can be… But you did it. You’ve earned your place in paradise.” She softly whispered, still gently cradling his head to her chest in a motherly fashion.
For Erik, however, this meant his face was inadvertently pressed between the most perfect breasts in all of creation. They were bigger than they looked in her robe, the size of oranges, perhaps, and while they stood full and proudly on her chest without a hint of sag, they felt pillowy-soft and silky-smooth against his cheeks. His eyes widened for a moment, then slowly drifted closed as he relaxed into the angel’s embrace. Just hearing her voice was enough to soothe his mind, and to have an angel truly confirm once and for all that all his effort to resist temptation and do good was rewarded, that he’d done it, and he could relax now… His shoulders relaxed visibly, and he sighed into her chest. Drawing in a new breath, he realized she smelled amazing, too, like lavender and honey, sweet and fragrant…
“Oh, my.” She muttered, softly, loosening her grasp and pulling away from him, looking down. “You are…” She gasped, eyes widening just slightly. Erik followed her gaze, and his own eyes went wide as two realizations struck him, one after another. One, he was entirely naked, and two, his dick was getting harder and harder by the second.
“Oh, geeze!” He gasped, hands shooting down to cover his growing erection. “I’m so sorry, it just... “ He stammered, apologetically.
The angel smiled and shook her head. “Please, there’s no need to apologize. I was just… surprised. You are… larger than I expected.” She reassured him, reaching out, taking his wrists and pulling them away from his crotch. The serpentine shaft surged with vigor as he felt her eyes upon it.
“But… Isn’t lust a sin?” He asked, brow furrowed in confusion.
She smiled. “Lust, yes. To act upon the base desire, the hunger for another’s body, or the pleasures of the flesh, for the sinner’s own sake, is indeed a sin.” She explained. “But love must not be confused for lust. Love is one of humankind’s most precious gifts, both emotional and physical. True love is a connection between two souls, a shared desire to be together, to be as close and intimate as possible. To act upon true, mutual love could never be wrong.” She assured, then closed her eyes. “I can feel how much you love me, how long you’ve carried this love in your heart. To love someone, yet to be apart from them… You’ve suffered more than long enough.” She added, opening her eyes to look into his, smiling. “Please… let me take care of you.”
Erik blinked, shocked, his mind frozen, but his body responded. His shaft throbbed, swelling to its full size, a thick, veiny pillar of bestial, mortal flesh that thrust from his hips, reaching for the pure, unsullied angel before him like a serpent trying to strike. He’d always seen it as a sinful thing, a hungry beast that demanded to be fed, a constant reminder of his base, animalistic nature… The angel reached out with one delicate hand, dainty, silky-smooth fingers caressing the vein-marbled shaft, cradling it gently, tenderly, and he shivered at her touch. With the lightest of touches, she’d tamed the savage beast, and he understood the truth of her words. This wasn’t lust, one-sided hunger for physical pleasure, this was love, the mutual desire for closeness and intimacy. He wanted her, she wanted him, how could it be wrong?
“I… I don’t even know your name.” Erik muttered in a daze.
The angel smiled, leaning in closer as her fingertips trailed up and down his length with tender, teasing touches. “Mirabel. But you can call me Mira.” She breathed, her voice sweet and melodic at it flowed past her soft, pink lips…
“Evangeline… Eva…” He breathed. Her name was like music in his mind, it was beautiful and perfect, just like its owner. Mindlessly, he leaned forward in turn, pressing his lips against hers. They tasted just as sweet as he thought they might, and they felt so deliciously pillowy-soft against his own… His tongue pushed forward, probing experimentally at those perfectly pink lips, and found them parting easily, her own tongue coming forth to meet his, the two probing, flicking, swirling and coiling together, the kiss growing more and more passionate by the second.
Her feather-light touches grew more forceful as their kiss grew more passionate, her delicate digits curling around his shaft, barely able to encircle more than half his impressive member. He shivered as her palm caressed his swollen, gleaming crown, his member lurching to coat her immaculate flesh with clear, slick, sticky precum. She hummed softly into their kiss, her wrist twisting this way and that, smearing the glistening lubricant all around his fat, throbbing crown, then down, along his length. Again and again, she returned to his crown, gathering more on her palm and then sliding back down his shaft to coat more, twisting this way and that as she slowly, methodically covered his length. He groaned into the kiss, each stroke of her delicate fingers felt better than the last as she lubed up more and more of his shaft, the digits gliding over his glistening member like silk.
The sensations were incredible, by the time Mira had finished coating his entire length with slick, glistening precum, his shaft was throbbing angrily, looking ready to burst. It had been so long since he’d last experienced the pleasures of the flesh and, he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long at this rate. Especially once her fingers curled around his length more firmly, abandoning the gentle caresses to pump eagerly up and down his length, squeezing his thick shaft, milking him eagerly.
His mind swam with the sensations rippling through him. He groaned again into the kiss, hands twitching, clenching and unclenching at his sides, uncertain as to what to do. Thoughtlessly they reached out for something to hold, finding Mira’s slender waist and grabbing on tight, pulling her body close as they continued to kiss. He just wanted to be closer to her, to taste her, smell her, feel her against him, to bask in her glorious perfection with all of his senses. Her perfect breasts pressed against his chest, flattening slightly, and he could feel her nipples poking at him through the thin, gauzy material of her robe like pebbles. The knowledge that she was as aroused as he was was the final straw.
Erik shuddered, his grip tightened on Mira’s waist, his cock throbbing and bucking even harder in her tender grasp. He felt his soul implode, gathering and condensing down to a single point of white-hot sensation in his core, like a tiny star, before it suddenly exploded, sending a burning, electric tidal wave of sensations ripping through his body and mind. He came hard, his member lurching violently as his essence surged up his length, his cum-channel bulging against Mira’s palm with the sheer volume of cum, before blasting from the tip like the spray of a firehose. He came with the force and vigor of a young man, but with all the pent-up volume of an old one, a great fountain of thick, creamy spunk fountaining from his swollen crown, arching through the air for a moment before splattering, hot and heavy, against Mira’s robe-covered stomach. As the spurt tapered off, it fell in a thick ribbon onto the angel’s forearm, covering her immaculate skin in his pearly spunk.
Mira maintained the kiss as he trembled, holding the two of them together as Erik lost control, her hand still stroking his cum-spraying length, milking out the thick, potent mortal seed. Again and again she felt the pillar of manhood lurch and buck, and again and again it hosed her down in thick, sticky seed, splattering onto her stomach, her thighs, and her arm. She moved her hand over the tip and felt it fire into her palm again and again, more cum than she could possibly hold, thick and creamy and sticky and hot… Soon it overflowed her palm entirely, running in rivulets all down her fingers and the vein-studded length of his thick shaft. She moaned softly into the kiss, the scent of his potent male seed reaching her nostrils and filling her mind.
It seemed to go on forever, but eventually, the tide of spunk did come to an end, each blast getting a little weaker and smaller, before finally coming to an end entirely, his member still throbbing for a moment, but producing no more. Finally, the kiss broke, Erik collapsing backwards onto the soft grass, barely managing to keep himself from falling to his back with one hand, panting heavily. “That was… It’s been a long time…” He tried to explain, slightly ashamed of his lack of stamina.
“Shh… You don’t have to explain.” Mirabel replied, silencing him with a soft smile, her hand pulling away from his slowly-softening shaft, fingers and robe stained with cum. “It smells… incredible…” She muttered as she raised her hand up in front of her face, turning it this way and that as she let his seed run over her pale, flawless flesh. Wordlessly, she leaned in and wrapped her lips around one sticky, cum-soaked finger and sucked it clean, closing her eyes and humming with delight at the flavor, almost seeming to go into a trance as she pulled it from her lips and then replaced with with the next, and the next and the next… She opened her eyes when she realized she ran out of fingers, and suddenly looked sheepish.
Mira’s gaze flicked down, noticing Erik was hard again, and smiled again, a playful, sultry sort of smile. “It seems you’re ready for more…” She commented as she wiped the remainder of his cum off her forearm onto her robe, then suddenly stood up, and in a single, flowing motion, shed the robe entirely, the full glory of her naked flesh exposed before his eyes. She was almost blindingly beautiful, flawless from her perfect breasts to her slender, lightly-toned waist, her wide hips, her long, shapely legs, and even the patch of pale, soft fuzz at the peak of her perfectly pink pussy, her lips glistening with desire. “Shall we keep going?” she asked, looking down at him.
Erik’s cock throbbed, eagerly, as he swallowed, his mouth dry in the presence of such awe-inspiring beauty. Still, it seemed his answer was clear enough…
No comments:
Post a Comment