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[An except from my Patreon exclusive short story, Stars-Aligned!]
“However did you find your way up here, my love?”
My love. Those words again. Clara quivered slightly. She didn't know this... this woman. This being. She'd never felt so utterly naked beneath someone's stare, like every part of herself was being peeled away from her and examined, judged. She needed the angel to stop staring. She needed to say something.
“I. I.” She swallowed. “F-Fuck, I, s-sorry—”
The angel's face fell. “Oh! Oh, my love, no, you mustn't!”
“Mustn't w—” Clara was cut off as she felt two of those more delicate lower wings encircling her hips to pull her in closer. She tried to hold onto the train of thought, but her mind felt so… buzzy. Distant.
“Please, my love, please!” The intensity of the angel's stare, her... grief... it made Clara's breath catch. It made Clara's heart stop. “You mustn't defile your fair tongue with such… foulness!”
Your fair tongue. Why did that make Clara blush so hotly? The angel was just so... so beautiful, so flawless, so perfect, and her touch felt so wonderful, her slender fingers caressing Clara's neck, the wings encircling her waist so tenderly as they pulled her into the angel's warmth...
What... what was happening to her? Everything felt so... so darn... weird...
“P-Please,” Clara managed, trying and failing to break the angel's intoxicating gaze. “Please, stop staring at me, I can't...”
“Stop staring?” The angel did not. “Whatever for? You would deny me your beauty, my love?”
Clara whimpered, longing to duck her head, to hide her burning cheeks, to hide herself from those probing, all-aware eyes. “I—I just—you, um—”
“Tell me how you came here.” The eyes glittered with a gravity Clara couldn't deny. They tugged at her, pulled her in. Clara felt warm. Warm and soft. “Please, my love.”
“I.” Clara licked her lips. “I, um.” Words started to spill out of her, uncontrolled, without order. “My—I was—there was a, a summoning—I mean, a circle, and I went inside, I was—the—there was, um, it was a, I saw moon dust on the coat and I realized she was—c-came running—” What was she doing? What was she even trying to say? She couldn’t stop herself, couldn’t control herself, couldn’t even understand the words as they came tumbling clear of her buzzing mind. “And—and I stepped inside, and I felt a—and I passed out, I-I didn't actually see, but—”
She stopped short.
Again, the angel's face had fallen into grief.
“A summoning circle?” the angel whispered. She sounded horrified. She pulled Clara in closer, almost protectively. “Oh, no, my love. Oh no, no, no, no. You were dealing in magic!”
“W-What?” Clara was a little too dazzled by the feeling of the angel's body pressing against her to muster a full response, her face level with the angel's indulgent cleavage. The angel’s chest was just inches away. “N-No, I...”
“You poor, lost thing.” The angel grabbed her face, smooshing her cheeks, and, without warning, pulled Clara face-first into her breasts. Clara tried to squeal, but any sounds she could make were muffled, allowing only helpless moans. The angel was strong. Heat radiated all around Clara, pulsed into her head, her mind, her whole body. The angel's skin was flawlessly smooth, unspeakably soft... “You mustn't do magic, not ever! That’s just dreadful! Do you not know that magic is among the very, very worst Sins a mortal can fall victim to?”
But I didn't, Clara wanted to cry, hating the anguish in her angel's voice. I didn't, I wouldn't—!
“Thank goodness you found me,” the angel cooed in her ear, and Clara trembled with pleasure at that radiant twinkling voice filling her mind. “You may let me take care of you now, my love. I have you, and I shan't let anything hurt you ever again.”
Clara gulped.
The angels of the Glowpebble Path are perfect, holy beings, devoid of malice and pure of conscience. They adore mortals, delight in our joy, and wish only to take care of us. They are utterly alien and extremely dangerous, and those that haven't fallen down to earth are ten times so. I would rather face a demon. Even so, I know if I ever met an angel in person, I would love her instantly and unconditionally. How can you feel any other way for someone like that?
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