Fallen angelsโฆ 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, itโs almost unbearable.
Taking in a fallen angel isnโt 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, loveโฆ 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 donโt know they want. Procreation isnโt natural for angels, they donโt 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 donโt know, all they can do is whisper โplease, pleaseโ, over and over.
And when they cum, it feels like utter bliss. Youโre so fucking warm and soft, they never want to let go.
After being thrown out of heaven, youโre as close to divinity as theyโll ever get.
Thinking thoughtsโฆ idkโฆ
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