[pre-story]The conclusion to the patron-requested story of a lovely angel and her long-lost mortal love in paradise! Not much to say on this one, so just enjoy!
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Mirabel stood there, nude. She was a vision of angelic perfection, literally and figuratively. Her smooth, pale skin was devoid of even the smallest of blemishes, her face was soft and kind, her cheeks bearing a rosy flush, her full lips naturally pink, her features framed by long, wavy golden hair and lit by the golden glow of the halo hovering just inches over her head. Her body was equally divine, an hourglass figure, curves that even the most beautiful of mortal women would envy, but not so exaggerated they looked unnatural. Her breasts were perfect, supple mounds the size of oranges that sat proudly on her chest, riding high without the slightest hint of sag, with the unmistakable shape and softness of natural breasts. Her silhouette tapered in at the waist, her stomach smooth and flat, with just the faintest hint of healthy tone beneath it, then flared out into generous, rounded hips that in turn tapered down to shapely thighs, the perfect blend of firm muscle and soft flesh. Between those thighs laid the promised land, her womanhood, a small patch of golden cotton candy fuzz on her pubic bone her only body hair, her outer lips modestly closed, but still flushed rosy-pink, swollen and glistening with desire. Behind her, her glorious wings were half-spread, their neatly-groomed feathers so bright white they almost seemed to glow.
Erik, still on his knees in the seemingly endless field of flowers, could only stare up at her body with blatant awe. She was… divine. That was only word that could possibly describe her. There was a moment of silence as his gaze drank in her beauty, marvelling at every inch of her like he was studying a work of art. Mirabel smiled, softly. “You can do more than just look, you know. Touch me.” She urged, her musical voice taking on a sultry quality.
It was like Erik snapped out of a trance, blushing slightly. “I… You’re just so beautiful, I was stunned. Touching such beauty seemed… wrong, like handling a priceless masterpiece.” He explained. He reached out, hands hesitantly coming to rest upon her supple thighs. Her skin was so incredibly smooth… His hands looked so dark and flawed against her perfect flesh, so alien and out-of-place… He let his hands slide down her thighs, caressing her perfect flesh, and she shivered, her skin pebbling with goosebumps. He glanced up to see her expression twist at the sensation, her perfectly white teeth sinking into her soft pink lower lip. “...I’m not the only one that it’s been a while for, am I?” She asked, a small smirk playing across his lips.
“I- Ah!” Mirabel began, then suddenly gasped as Erik unexpectedly leaned forward and planted a tiny, feather-light peck on her lower lips. She shuddered at the touch, hips instinctively jolting away from the sudden, intense sensation. She felt his hands move to her hips, gripping them tight, and felt him lean forward again, this time holding her in place as he let his tongue roll out of his mouth and trace her glistening folds with its tip. She shuddered again, leaning forward slightly, hands shooting down to Erik’s head. “You- You don’t have to do anything to me in return, please, it’s my pleasure to serve-” She stammered, only to be cut off.
“I want you to feel good too.” Erik replied, quickly, before burying his face between her thighs once more, kissing her folds once more, but this time, it was no chaste peck. His lips spread, enveloping her slit entirely as his tongue probed at her lips, poking and wiggling and flicking teasingly. Mira Couldn’t hold back the sweet, musical moan that forced itself past her lips as her grip tightened on Erik’s head, fingers digging into his short, curly hair. Her lips parted before his tongue, and his efforts only intensified as his tongue pushed between them, swirling over her delicate inner folds, tasting her heavenly nectar as she gasped, moaned, and trembled at each new touch.
Erik’s tongue probed at the top of her slit, suddenly flicking over a firm little bud shrouded in her folds, and Mira jolted, crying out sharply as her eyes went wide. Her knees trembled for a moment, then gave out, and she fell, tumbling backward to the ground, laid out on her back amid the endless field of flowers. Erik followed her down without hesitation, dropping to all fours to plant a gentle kiss on the patch of soft golden fuzz above her mound. His eyes turned up toward her face, and through the valley of her breasts, he saw her watching him, a look mixing nervous anticipation and desire on her glorious features. Wordlessly, he held her gaze as he crawled forward, dipping his head down again and again to plant a trail of worshipful kisses on her smooth, soft skin. His lips trailed up her flat stomach, then onto her chest, his face buried between her perfect breasts as he paused to tenderly kiss at each flawless mound, then moved up further, nipping playfully at her collarbone as they drew closer, closer, closer still…
Erik’s lips met Mira’s, kissing her passionately, just as the head of his already-recovered erection kissed at her lower lips. As his tongue probed forward, so did his shaft, and both found Mira’s lender lips parting easily, eagerly welcoming her lover. Both her taste and the sensations were intoxicating, better than anything he’d ever imagined. He could feel her divine breasts press against his chest as he breathed in, her hard nipples grazing against him as he drank in her sweet, womanly scent along with the floral-scented air all around them. It felt like a dream, it didn’t seem right for such a flawless creature to so eagerly offer her body and heart to him. He felt her arms wrap around his shoulders, clinging to him, one hand going to the back of his head to pull him deeper into the kiss, and at the same time, he felt her long, shapely legs wrap around his hips, heels digging into his butt, spurring him on, urging him deeper. Even if it was a dream, he didn’t care anymore. It was a marvelous one, and he might as well enjoy it to its fullest.
As the lover’s tongues danced, swirling and coiling around one-another as they kissed with furious passion, Erik’s hips pushed forward. He could feel her tender lips part around his helmeted head, hot and wet and ever so inviting, he could feel them spread, stretch, then swallow him whole, his swollen crown burying itself in her angelic depths. She moaned into the kiss, her sweet, musical voice muffled by his lips, a note of lust to her cry. Erik groaned in reply. Her walls were like silk, soft and smooth but they clung to his length as it pushed deeper and deeper into her, gripping like a vice. She shuddered as he passed the halfway point, her body trembling against his, her inner walls rippling and spasming around his shaft deliciously.
He could resist could resist his instincts no longer. Erik’s firm backside tightened as he suddenly drove the last few inches of his member into Mira’s divine depths, his hips pressed tight against hers, her pale, flawless flesh a stark contrast to his dark skin. Mira moaned again, her back arching as he filled her completely, her supple angelic form writhing against his rejuvenated mortal body. Erik groaned, feeling her inner walls tighten deliciously around his shaft. Even having cum just minutes ago, he was hard as steel inside her, and he could already feel his next climax building. It had been so long since he’d had this kind of vigor… And this time, he had the knowledge of how to use it right.
Erik drew his hips back a tiny fraction, then swung them around, grinding them forward again in a circular motion, his length levering this way and that inside her, his fat helmeted head grinding against the pleasure centers in the depths of her pussy. Mira’s lips finally pulled from his, her eyes and lips open wide as she sang out a shuddering note of pure ecstasy. Seeing her perfect face twisted with pleasure, knowing that he, a lowly mortal, could make a being as perfect as her feel that good… It was all the encouragement he needed to get moving. He pulled his hips back, drawing inch after inch of throbbing cock from her depths, his flared head tugging at her rippling, gripping walls, even as her trembling legs clung to him, trying in vain to hold him in. Then, without warning, he slammed them forward again, once again hilting his shaft in her warm, wet, welcoming depths, muscles tense as he ground his hipbone against her clit.
Mirabel moaned, clinging to Erik’s shoulders as her spine arched with pleasure. The sensations were so intense, it was overwhelming! As he drew his hips back again, that flared ridge tugging at her innermost walls, her body reacted automatically, and just as he drove his length forward again, her own hips bucked up to meet him, their bodies colliding with a satisfying smack. “Yes!” She cried out, throwing her head back as another wave of sensations crashed over her. She could feel him pull back again, and intuitively, she mirrored the motion, letting her hips fall back to the ground, then buck up again just in time to feel him slam into her fully once again, the two in perfect sync. “Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes yes yesyesYES!” She cried out again and again with each collision of their bodies, their pace slow at first, then faster and faster and faster, each instinctively responding to the other’s eagerness.
The lovers were lost in their lovemaking, their limbs coiled around one-another’s bodies, hungrily pulling each other close, a tangle of contrasting dark mortal skin and pale angelic flesh, firm masculine muscle and supple feminine curves. Mira’s nails raked over Erik’s back as she rolled her head back and sang out with moans of ecstasy, a symphony of passion, as Erik groaned and panted hotly for breath, kissing and nibbling at Mira’s neck adoringly as his hips sped up to a blur. Their bodies slammed together with a rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh, bodies writhing and bucking against each other in the throes of passion.
Both soon felt the tension welling up in their cores, and both fought to hold it back, desperately trying to hold on, to enjoy their union for just a few moments longer. Erik gritted his teeth, Mira dug her fingertips into his back, and both bucked and thrust like wild animals, bodies writhing in desperate effort to push their lover over the edge to join them in glorious orgasmic bliss. Their eyes met for a moment, and wordlessly, they both knew they were both holding back… and that there was no reason to any longer. Erik’s hips slammed forward, burying his length inside Mira’s angelic depths, his hips trembling as his muscles pulled tight. Mira’s core spasmed around him, her walls squeezing around Erik’s shaft like a vice, milking him eagerly. Their spines arched in unison as they came together, cumming in unison.
Erik’s balls pulled tight as a glorious explosion of sensation rocked his body and mind, letting out a deep, primal groan as pleasure engulfed him. Mira’s depths spasmed uncontrollably as a wave of ecstasy crashed over her, sweeping her away in a tide of molten golden sensation. Her mind went blank, an endless expanse of pure white, her body going numb as her every muscle pulled tight and trembled with electric sensation, all she could feel was Erik’s cock as it lurched inside her, throbbing even larger, then unleasing a mighty blast of white-hot cum into her sacred depths, filling her in an instant. Erik couldn’t think, he could barely even breathe, his body out of control, every nerve on fire, hyper-sensitive, the only thing he could focus on was the sensation of Mira’s walls squeezing around his shaft, gripping and spasming wildly, hungrily milking out one massive blast of cum after another from his steel-hard shaft.
Neither knew how long they were held in the grip of their overwhelming mutual orgasm. It felt like an eternity of pure bliss, the pleasure consuming them entirely, from head to toe, as Erik filled Mira with spurt after spurt of thick, hot, creamy mortal cum, and her angelic body eagerly accepted every last drop of his love. When they finally returned to their senses, they collapsed together in a pile of sweaty limbs, bodies pressed tight against one another, neither willing to pull away from their love for even a moment as they panted and gasped for breath. Slowly their gasping breaths turned to soft purrs and groans of satisfaction as the warmth of the afterglow settled over their tired, drained bodies.
Neither spoke for a long while as they lay there amid the infinite field of flowers, bodies entwined, hearts pounding in unison. Neither truly knew what was to come next, after they finally pulled apart. There was only one thing they both knew with absolute certainty. After so long apart, they wouldn’t allow themselves to be separated again.
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