Fallen angels… still so beautiful, but lacking the purity of their brethren in heaven.
They have desire now, lust so powerful they fall to their knees and cry out for relief. They feel hunger and pain, it’s almost unbearable.
Taking in a fallen angel isn’t advised. They attach themselves to the first person they see. The poor things are like lost souls, latching onto whoever shows them kindness as they struggle to adapt to a body that feels.
Anger, hatred, jealousy, lust, happiness, love… every emotion is new and terrifying. Every part of their body needs to be thoroughly explored and explained to them.
Touching them for the first time, teaching them what pleasure feels like, showing them how it feels to make someone else feel good.
Watching their cock twitch with need, a desperate plea for something they don’t know they want. Procreation isn’t natural for angels, they don’t even understand it.
But here they are, messily moving their hips against yours, drooling on your shoulder as they beg.
What are they begging for? They don’t know, all they can do is whisper “please, please”, over and over.
And when they cum, it feels like utter bliss. You’re so fucking warm and soft, they never want to let go.
After being thrown out of heaven, you’re as close to divinity as they’ll ever get.
Thinking thoughts… idk…
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