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It is a dark and dangerous time for the land. The sky is clouded, the winds howl in pain. The very heavens weep for the barren earth. Evil shadows march forth. It is an army of darkness that destroys all in its path. They were once good beings, but someone, or something has corrupted them. Their forms twist and writhe in the darkness as they descend upon an abandoned castle. There are no soldiers on sight, no protection, no hope. All that remains is one man. To many, he was considered a hero, a bright and shining star that brought hope to the people around him. But when one becomes a hero, sometimes, they must make difficult choices. Choices in which, if made in error would lead the world into ruin. Unfortunatley for him, he made such a choice and now, even with his heroic strength, was no match for the army that was descending upon him. Looking at them now, he was filled with regret, sorrow and a slew of other emotions one might feel as they felt the hand of death falling upon them. The man left his perch then and descended into the castle to prepare for the worst. He knew his end was near, but even with the world falling into chaos around him, he still had at least one trick up his sleeve.

Walking into the throne room, the hero stood before a second individual that had joined him within the castle walls. With a calm mind, he approached the being, a warm smile on his face to try and show that there was no worry in his mind, that everyting would be okay very soon. He reached out with his hand to caress the person's face as he spoke. It was as if he knew he would be seeing him or her for the very last time. "It's all up to you now. I might die here today, but that doesn't mean you should give up hope for this world. You...no, we can fix this. It'll be tough, I know. I was quite hard-headed back then, but when push came to shove, I always found a way to break through even in the darkest of times. If you have faith and work hard, I'm sure you'll learn to love the man I was back then like you love the man I am now. You already have the gift I gave you, so you should be prepared, even if they decide to follow you where you're going."

A loud sound, like breaking wood and metal echoed in the castle halls just then. The shadows have broken through the doors and were now flooding the castle looking for their target. Time was becoming short and the hero had to act quickly. Taking his hand from the person's cheek, he stuck his arm out to one side, his palm facing forward. A swirl of pulsing white energy surrounded his arm. Turning his hand to point at the air, he began to draw magical symbols in a circular pattern. When the first and last symbols connected with one another to complete the circle, a sort of portal opened before him. As to where the opening in space led, only the hero seemed to know, but it wasn't he who would be going through. He turned to the person in front of him, his arm falling to his side and spoke once more. "This is the last of my power. Just enough to send one person through. Now go. Save this wretched future I created." The hero turned away from the individual then, knowing that they would go through without question. This was truly his last tactic. A portal to the past. With the last of his strength, he sent his most trusted ally to fix the mistake he made all those years ago. And as he sat on the throne then, his chin on his hand, contemplating his life, he felt at peace with himself. Every word he said to that person, he truly believed in his mind. The plan would be a success.

The darkness was coming now. The howls of the shadows grew louder and louder. When they entered the throne room, they would see a man ready to face the mistakes of his past. If only she could see him now...

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Lucas Albert, or Luke as he was known, was an eighteen year old man with little ambition in life. Where others his age prefered to seek out a profession, a goal, a job, something to give their life meaning, this young man prefered a life of relaxation. He would always be off resting under a tree near a creek or pulling pranks on the local citizens. He was considered a menace, a good-for-nothing, lazy, uninspired and useless individual. And he didn't care one bit for their opinions. Why should he? For in his mind, he was a free man. Free from the bonds of fate, responsibility and all that crap that would determine the outcome of his life for him. Being an orphan could do that to a person, and that's just what this young man was. With no family to guide him or to give him purpose, it left him to believe that he would always be on his own no matter what. And if he was going to be on his own, he was going to live by his own rules.

So here he was today, at his usual spot just outside of town. It was a warm, sunny day, the perfect weather to lay in the shade and take a nap. He was clad in his usual simple leather clothing, part of which was torn and worn from being the only set of clothes he really had on him at the time. In front of him, he had constructed a makeshift fishing pole to catch his lunch. It was the same lunch he had yesterday, and the day before that and so on. He had actually become quite proficient at it as his breath was beginning to smell like low tide. In fact, most of his body was rather dirty and unkept. He considered bathing in the river, but his knack for procrastination kept him smelling like pile of sweat and disappointment. It was just another normal day...except of course for the few ominous clouds that seemed to come out of nowhere...
 
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The clouds above him began to flash and swirl, thickening and darkening as their presence started to become painfully difficult to ignore. In the center of the rotation formed a small black sphere, which expanded suddenly with flashes of lightning surging outward until a ring of electric energy formed around it and continued to expand. There, within the center emerged what appeared to be a blonde-haired woman with wide, pure white feathered wings upon her back. She wore a robe of flawless cloth which rippled in the wind which surrounded her which was further amplified by the warm glow which emanated from her very being. Her eyes remained gently shut as she drifted down toward Lucas, the tips of her unshod feet touching the grass first as she landed before him. The temporal portal behind her collapsed in a brilliant burst of light then vanished as if it had never existed in the first place. Alisa, last of the holy beings known as angels who had not yet fallen to corruption and the forces of evil, opened her eyes and looked over the young man before her.

"You have not met me yet, but I know a great deal about you, Lucas Albert. I am Alisa, your loyal follower and lover in the future. You sent me to the past in order to train and prepare you for the trials that will soon befall you. You will become a great warrior and the last hope for the human race and we have little time to waste," she knelt down and reached her hand out toward him, "First, we need to get you washed up and changed out of those rags... I can hardly believe that you were such a scrawny and filthy fellow when you were young, yet here you are, covered in your own sweat while preparing a meal in such a crude manner. After we are done with that, we will start our training immediately."

This angelic being was not going to take no for an answer from the young man, even though he was doubtless astonished and confused beyond the capacity of normal humans to simply accept. It was as if she expected him to simply give in and follow her lead without much fuss, and realistically speaking there was no possibility of her letting him get off without bending to her will. She had a mission to accomplish, one given to her by the one she loved so dearly, and she wasn't about to let him from the past get in the way.
 
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There was a sound above Luke unlike anything he had heard before. It was like thunder, but it had an unnatural vibration about it. He looked up to see the sky tear open before him. It was like a magic show that some wizard had conjured up and the young man looked around to see if there was anyone else who was either seeing this or was actually responsible. But there was no one. Just him and this disturbance in the air. He wanted so bad to ignore it and get back to the peace and tranquility of his life, but for whatever reason, he couldn't look away. Slowly, this rift, this energy began to take form. He could make out what appeared to be a very beautiful woman with wings of pure white in the center. It didn't take a genius to realize that this was an angel, a being of heaven sent to be the guardians of mankind. It led to Luke's next train of thought. What was she doing here?

He got his answer in no time flat as the angel descended before him clad in heavenly fibers of pure brilliance, her warm aura making him feel all warm and fuzzy inside. Up close, she was very beautiful, her radiance face enough to lift his heart from the depths of despair, if he ever felt such a way. And her eyes seemed to pierce right through him, looking into his very soul. It was almost beginning to become a bit uncomfortable until she finally spoke and make a startling declaration. Even as the angel held her hand out before him and offered him a glimpse into his destiny, he remained oddly silent. This was almost too fantastic to be true. Him? A hero? A great warrior meant to save the world?

It would be such a burden for Luke to bear should he accept this Alisa's offer. He would have to train hard, travel all over the place and face unspeakable dangers the likes of which he could hardly even imagine. To him, the answer was obvious. He turned away suddenly and laid back down on the soft grass, his head to one side in an almost apathetic manner. "Eh, maybe some other time. I'm too tired right now." From his standpoint, he was probably having some kind of dream, the remedy for which would be a nice, long nap. Yes, by the time he woke up, this angel would be nothing more than a figment of his imagination.
 
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"I don't think you understood me, did you?" Alisa smiled and reached out, taking hold of him and picking him up into her fair arms despite whatever protests he might voice, "I wasn't asking for your permission, I was telling you what you must do. Now, we are going to the river to wash the filth from your skin." With a single flap of her wings she lifted him up into the air in a rather unceremonious manner and took him with her toward the river that he had gone fishing in earlier, her movements swift yet graceful. She set him down on the bank briefly, then proceeded to strip his clothes from off of him piece by piece, starting with his shirt and working her way down to his feet. She tossed them aside without much care, offering but a brief word in return, "I will prepare some proper clothes for you afterward, so don't worry about those rags."

The angel then reached up toward the shoulder straps of her own robe, slipping them off from her shoulders and allowing the light garment to pool at her feet to reveal her soft, pure body to his full view. Without pausing, she then wrapped her arms around his shoulders, her soft breasts pressing against his back and pushed him into the cold river waters, keeping a firm grip on him at all times as she began to rub her hands across his body and wipe the grime from his skin. Her touch had a cleansing effect everywhere her fingertips reached, spreading a soothing, calming, and pleasurable sensation throughout his body as she cleaned him of the layers of dirt that he had allowed to accumulate on himself.
 
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For a moment, Luke felt everything to be fine. He would take a nap and whatever nonsense this angel was spouting would be a thing of the past. Unfortunatley for him, Alisa had different ideas. With the strength of a beast, he easily picked him up into her arms, cradling him like a child. This put the young man into a complete state of shock. Either he was completely out of his mind, or this angel that he believed to be a dream was in fact very real. "Hey, wait a minute! Put me down!" he protested as the girl simply looked on with a smile. These protests were immidetley dropped though as, with a single flap of her wings, she lifted the both of them into the air to which Luke began holding on a bit tighter now, contrary to the resistant manner in which he was acting before. This trip would be brief, however as no sooner did she lift him in the air did she set him down at the bank of the river. As soon as he touched the ground, he got down on his knees in front of the bank and kissed the very earth he walked on. Never before was he so scared in his life. Well, that was until what Alisa did next.

Luke felt a slight tug on his clothing. It was enough to get his attention and as he turned his head, he heard a rip and felt the air hitting his chest. With one single tug of her arms, the angel actually tore his shirt right off his body! Sure, they were rags, worn down by age and friction, but still, being able to do that without effort was extraordinary. Acting like a little girl that was stripped of her bra, he suddenly covered himself up, the annoyance in his face growing ever bigger by the second. "Hey! That was my only shirt!" he snapped again before hearing another rip and looking down to see his manhood swaying in the wind. To this, the young man let out a scream of desperation and began backing into the stream all on his own while trying to cover his newfound nudity. This, of course, didn't seem to worry the angel who proclaimed that he would have new clothing shortly. "That's no excuse for stripping me naked!" he replied to this, his eyes looking from side to side. "What if someone comes down here and sees this? They'll think we're doing all sorts of lewd stuff or something..." Luke's voice suddenly died down as he witnessed the angel only adding to his worry as she stripped right in front of him.

Contrary to his apprehensive attitude towards her, Alisa's naked beauty was enough to make Luke's nose leak a bit of blood. As swiftly as she de-robed, she was behind him, easing him into the river. She was being so forceful in getting him in there that he tripped on a rock and fell face first right into the water. He came up from under shortly thereafter, wet, cold and completely convinced now that this was indeed real. He didn't even have time to shiver though as she was upon him again, her hands rubbing all over his body and cleaning the filth and grime that had been on his body for at least the past couple of weeks. The young man would have protested greatly to this violation of his personal space had the natural soothing effect of the angel's hands not taken hold on his body. With each stroke of her fingertips, the cold, the annoyance and the dirt left his body to be replaced by warmth, pleasure and cleanliness. Slowly, his face turned from that of an infuriated young man to that of a calm, relaxed individual. "That feels...good..." he beamed as the newfound grin on his face was growing from ear to ear.
 
"Oh, don't worry about that... I've placed a sealing ward on the entire area so no humans should be able to see or even hear what we are doing here," the angel reached around him, her fingers gently stroking his soft member as she continued to clean him, her naked body pressing against his back as she held him firmly in place. She placed her head on his shoulder as she spoke softly into his ear, albeit in a tone with hints of mild rebuke. Her left hand reached down as well, cupping his left butt cheek as she gave him a gentle rub in more than a slightly sensual manner.

"You really weren't kidding when you told me I would have my work cut out for me," the angel sighed and shook her head as she continued to slide her hands across his body and cleanse him throughly, working her hands into his joints, shoulders, and even his greasy locks atop his head, "You're already feeling good from a simple cleansing spell like this? I'm not even trying, and you're already putty in my fingers. I'm glad I got to you first, or you'd really be a lost cause if one of those monster girls had snapped you up. Now that I'm here, I think it would be best if I helped build up your... Resistance to their wiles, shall we say?"
 
As time passed, Luke found himself enjoying the bath more and more. It actually sort of fit his lazy persona since he didn't even have to lift a finger to wash himself. This beautiful, naked angel was doing it for him and, however she was going about it, she was making him feel amazing. He had even forgiven the fact that she essentially dumped him in the water unceremoniously. For a brief moment, life seemed to be good for the young man who was assumed to be a hero in the future. It was good right up to the point where she suddenly took hold of his member and began to stroke it. The look on his face as she touched it for the first time made it look like he saw some kind of spectre. Every hair on his now clean body was standing on end as a wave of pleasure began to shoot through his body.

In truth, he was not used to such stimulation. Whether Alisa knew it or not, she was stroking and teasing a virgin's dick, a fact that Luke wanted to protest rather loudly. But before he could get a word out, the angel's head was on his shoulder, whispering strange things into his ears. Things like how the feelings she was giving him were some kind of cleansing spell. Things like monster girls kidnapping him and taking him away forever and how she was going to prepare him for such things in her own special way. And to top it all off, she seemed to be trying to humiliate him in the process. This angel was clearly a little nuts, but the only one who had the answers to his questions was her. So, to try and distract her from trying to go at his manhood again, the young man tried to stir up a conversation with the girl.

"Well...what do you expect? I'm a healthy young man, after all. I can't help it if a naked girl giving me a bath feels a little good. And what's more, monster girls are completely harmless as long as you don't trespass into their territory." Indeed, Luke might not have been a genius, but even an idiot had heard the tales of monsters living in territories all around the world. He didn't know the specific details, but he heard stories of men entering the monster's land and never returning. He assumed they had been captured and used for food. They were nothing more than terrifying man-eating creatures that should be avoided at all costs...at least that's what he was led to believe since he hadn't seen a monster girl before. "So you don't have to worry about training me or whatever because I ain't stepping one foot out of this town."
 
"Oh, you see... Things are a bit different in the future that I come from," the angel only paused for a moment to listen to what he had to say, resuming her actions on his member as she gently stroked his length, "The monster lord has called upon her subjects to wage a war of sorts against humanity once again, but this time they wish to overcome and enslave mankind to pleasure, allowing them to establish a world in which humans and monsters can join together without fear or restrictions. Of course, we cannot simply wait idly by and allow them to do that, now can we? You are the one man, the hero who stands up against the monster lord in this future, and I am here to prepare you to take your proper place as the world's protector. However, when I was sent back in time to accomplish this, I beleive that some of the monster lord's subjects noticed what had happened and are seeking you out as we speak."

Deciding that she had told him enough for now, she turned her full attention back to conditioning the young, unwilling hero. She eased him onto his back on the bank of the river, his hardening manhood standing at attention as she slid down with her head between his legs. She observed him closely, as if studying him before speaking her mind, "Yes, this is the very same dick as I remember, but you aren't quite as large. Perhaps you aren't completely hard yet." The angel's wings stirred gently behind her as Alisa sat down in his lap, reaching toward her chest and presenting her bountiful breasts to him as if it were the most natural thing in the world to do in this situation, "You can touch them if you'd like, Luke..."
 
Whatever Luke said, or how he said it, seemed to have little to no effect on the angel who quickly went back to working over his length as soon as he stopped talking. Despite being so skilled with her hands, she seemed to have no problem talking and pleasuring someone at the same time. Thus, in the midst of his increasing pleasure, he was able to learn a little more about her mission and the supposed future from which she hailed. What he learned was...quite surprising. There would be a war in the future started by this so called monster lord. She (as to why a lord would be called a she in the first place was too baffling for him to even bring up) would have an army of monster girls at her disposal to attack the humans and enslave them for sexual purposes from what he could make of her words.

And according to her, he was apparently the only one man capable of standing up to this monster lord. Even with this angel's help, Luke felt that such a task would be impossible for someone like him. But whether or not he was ready would be irrelivant as she soon explained that there would be other forces from the future out to get him. As he tried to make sense of it all, the young man found himself back at the bank of the river at the girl's behest. He was laid upon his back, her elegant and beautiful form sliding down his body and her eyes gazing intently at his now hardended length. Seeing her so close to it and the way she looked at it made him a little nervous. What was she planning to do down there with her head so close? His answer came with what he felt to be a bit of an insult to which he replied in a huff, "What's that supposed to mean?!" Honestly, if she were going to insult the size of his dick, she should have just come out and said it, though he probably would have felt just as insulted.

If there was indeed a problem with his size, which Luke felt the angel seemed to believe, then to her, the solution was obvious. Without a second thought to how shameful she would look doing it, she presented to him her fleshy bounties like cookies on a tray. They were such beautiful things, her breasts were. As Luke looked upon them with a face as beet red as her nipples were, he could tell without a second glance how perfect they looked. They were perfectly round and big enough to be used like pillows. Between the split second it took for him to wonder what they felt like, the angel offered them to him without hesitation. "R...really? I can touch them?" He asked nervously as his hand began to ignore his apprehension and made its way for one of the mounds. He took hold of it and was surprised to find how much give they had. Indeed, they might have looked firm, but to feel them for the first time, they truly were like pillows which he could rest his head upon.

Then, as if through some kind of magic, the arousal in which was granted upon him by the hands of the angel grew at an exponential rate. Luke never thought he could be so turned on by simply touching a woman's breast. He wanted more. To him, she was like a drug in which he was slowly becoming addicted. He knew not if this were just another one of her spells, but he didn't care. He wanted more of this pleasure at any cost. And to hell with anyone that was going to stop him. His other hand reached out now, taking hold of the other and soon, it was groping and squeezing along with his other. "This...feels so good. I...want to do more. Can I? Please?"
 
A soft moan escaped her lips when he took hold of her breasts, molding them in his hands as he eagerly accepted her offer. Her wings spread out over them, tips pointed toward the sky as she began to ease herself forward and grind her hips against his, the soft lips of her sex pressing against the base of his now fully-hard member. She could tell from the way his body was reacting that he would not be satisfied until he tasted of her pleasures, which she would be more than willing to provide.

"Yes, of course you may," Alisa smiled sweetly back at him, pausing and moaning in pleasure as she teased herself with his member and slid the petals of her flower across his shaft, coating him with her love juices, "Its been so long since we last made love to each other... We couldn't afford to let our guard down, not even when we were alone together."

The angel leaned forward, pressing her breasts against his chest as she eased herself forward until the tip of his member touched her damp, eager sex. At first, she simply dipped the head of his member inside of herself, savoring the familar sensation of being spread by his impressive tool, "Ah, Luke... It feels so good for me, too."

"Just hold still and let me do the work. I wouldn't want you to tire yourself out, after all," Alisa reached up and cupped his cheek affectionately, slowly easing her hips down as she took him inside of herself inch by inch. Her inner walls instantly clamped down tightly around him, stroking him as he penetrated deep into her body until she had taken him completely inside of herself and his tip rested against her cervix. She kindly allowed him a few moment's rest for him to adjust to all the new sensations that must have been surging through his virgin body, having never experienced the pleasure of sex with a woman before, let alone an angel.
 
Alisa had responded to Luke's desires by shifting forward, the tip of his shaft and her opening meeting for the first time. With his body not being used to the sensations of having sex, this act alone was enough to bring him to the edge of climax. His face was contorted in pleasure and his mouth was letting out tiny gasps and moans. It would have been one thing to be like this when having sex with a normal woman, but this was an angel and he was but a virgin under her power. With each inch of her she lowered on to his shaft, the feelings and sensations within him grew to an unbelievable state and when his tip finally met her crevix, he could no longer contain the pleasure in his body. "Ahh...I can't...hold it in..." he let out before uttering a light scream and let out his seed for the first time. In no time at all, the inside of the angel's vagina was coated in white. The young man's hands dropped to the ground then, his body comepletely overcome. He didn't know whether to be humiliated that he came inside of her so fast or satisfied that he lost his virginity to such a beautiful woman.

After a moment, the pleasure began to die down a bit and Luke could finally muster up a few words to properly explain his experience with Alisa. "That was...amazing. I never knew sex could be so good. Is this...really our future?" The young man contemplated his words then. If what this angel said was true, then this monster lord that supposedly went to war with the humans in the future for a life long experience just like this one. It made him question whether or not this enemy of which Alisa spoke was really that bad to begin with. If she could make this happen every day, then why not let her?
 
"Mhmmm... Good, let it all out inside me," Alisa licked his neck affectionately as he released inside of her eager body, the inner walls of her vagina tightneing and sucking in a somewhat demanding manner as if attempting to draw out every last drop of his semen from him. The sensation of his thick white seed filling her caused the angel to moan into his ear, savoring the feeling. Yet, even as he lay exhausted below her, she had already begun to shake her hips, trying to return his member to its former hardened state.

"Yes, but if the monster girls under the command of the demon lord conquer mankind, human women will either be unable to find husbands or they will be turned into monster girls themselves. The human race will quickly face extinction in such a situation, which will be catastrophic for both your kind as well as the monsters," Alisa explained briefly, then giggled and rubbed her cheek against his, holding him tightly to herself, "Even in the rare case of a male child being born from such a union, there are no male monsters, so he will be human even if he may retain some of the magical power inherited from his birth... Are you curious about it? We could have a child of our own and see how it turns out."
 
As if she were reading his mind, Alisa laid out what the future would be if all humans ended up giving into their desires and forming unions with the monster girls. If he had to simplify it, it would mean that humanity would all but be extinct thanks to them and what humans were born from these unions would be nothing more than corrputed slaves for all eternity. For a moment, all that pleasurable feeling coursing through his body died off, leaving a sort of humiliating sickness within him. It was almost too disturbing to think about to the point where he wanted to pull out of the angel right away and run off into a corner to be alone. But this woman wouldn't allow him to do such a thing. To her, he was the hero who would save the world and thus, had to be properly trained to resist such desire.

She began to work him over once more. This time, she began to gyrate her hips and grind against his body. Already weakened by his first orgasm, he was essentially forced back to full erection. Having already come once, the young man's body was overwhelmed with a new, more powerful stimulation. Every inch of his body was now experiencing the pleasure that had been limited to his dick just moments earlier. "W..wait...stop!" he pleaded, just as she finished suggesting that the two of them try to have a child together. Okay, so he wasn't sure if she was really serious about that, but he wasn't going to take the chance to find out, let alone impregnate her. Thus, he tried to take hold of her and stop her movements so that the pleasure would cease. But just lifting his body up was enough to push his length just a few milimeters further inside of her causing a paralyzing surge of pleasure to grip his taxed body.

"Please!" Luke pleaded with Alisa. "I don't want a child. That's too much work! I'll do anything else, I swear!" Somehow, having a child, even if it be with an angel seemed worse to him than a future where humans were on the brink of extinction. Again, he tried to move his body to avoid having to orgasm a second time. But the movement of his hips combined with her gyrations only brought him closer and closer to the brink of climax.
 
((I'm really sorry about how long it has taken me to get back to this -_-" There really is no excuse...))

"Oh, calm down," Alisa giggled, her silky inner walls stroking his entire length every time she shifted her hips, "If it were possible for us to have a child together, don't you think we already would have one? This isn't the first time we have made love to each other, after all. Perhaps we just never had the proper timing, but as far as I know unfallen angels are incompatible with humans... So, don't worry about it and feel free to cum as much as you like inside of me." The angel reached down and grasped his butt cheeks in the palms of her hands, pulling him toward herself with force in time with her hips as she rolled herself forward. Once again, she clasped her lips over his, tongue snaking inside of his mouth and brushing against his as a soft, pleasured moan murmured deep in her throat.

"But you know... It wouldn't be that bad if we really did have a child," her eyes glistened with ill-subdued excitement, "In any case, I will not stop until I am satisfied with your progress... We do not have much time until the demon lord's forces arrive, and you need to be strong enough to at least endure their approaches until we can defeat them. I'm going easy on you, you know."
 
(It's okay, really ^_^)

"Eh...unfallen?" Luke replied with a perplexed look on his face that showed that he had no earthly idea what she was talking about. What he did understand though was that it wouldn't be possible to have children with her at this moment. But if her intent was still to train him to resist her, then he felt he would find himself cumming so much from her supposed low level stimulation that she would eventually get pregnant no matter what the possibility was. All this, of course, was lost to the young man who now found himself drowning in the newfound pleasure the angel was driving upon him. He could feel her tongue snaking around inside his mouth so perfectly that that alone could have brought him to orgasm.

But she wasn't done yet. If it was Luke's intent to get away from her, this would be prevented when she took hold of his rear and squeezed tightly in order to bring him closer to her. This made him yelp slightly, though it was muffled thanks to her lips keeping his voice mostly silent. And as he was on the brink of another orgasm, the young man learned that she was merely going easy on him. A thought that, mixed with all the overwhelming pleasure, made him shudder. If it was true, he dreaded what would happen to him if she decided to be serious.

In the meantime, another load suddenly released from his manhood into the angel's walls. Needless to say, Luke was moaning and panting like an animal now. His vision was beginning to go blurry, like the world around him was turning hazy and white. He couldn't quite understand this feeling as he never felt it before, but by the heaviness of his breathing, it was clear he was about to pass out. "Can't...take it...too much..." These were the last words that were uttered from the young man's mouth as he fell into a slumber, his body exhausted from his first sexual experience.
 
When Luke passed out from exhaustion and overstimulation, the angel merely held him in her arms, her right hand stroking his head gently before easing herself off from him. His softening member slipped out of her body, coated in their combined sexual fluids. Carefully lifting him, she then picked him up bridal style and brought him toward a small house in the distance...

By the time he would awake, he would find himself cleaned, dressed in new clothes, and laying in a soft bed by a wide window. The walls were made of wood and the room was neatly yet simply furnished with a wardrobe, lamp stand, and a closet in the corner. The scent of pancakes and bacon wafted in from the other room, lending credence to the belief that she had prepared some breakfast for him to enjoy when he awoke, and sure enough she stepped inside not long after.

"Hey, how are you feeling?" she smiled at him, her face practically glowing with delight as she set a tray stacked high with food before him on the bed. She sat down beside him, wings slightly stirring on her back as she gave him a bright smile. If anything, she was even more stunning, beautiful, and irresistible than when he first met her, perhaps on account of them having formed a deeper bond due to their now physical relationship that they shared. Carefully forking a piece of pancake, she held it in front of his mouth, showing her desire to feed him.

"Say, 'ahhh' please," she giggled, cheeks turning a slightly red shade with mild excitement and delight, "Oh, you look so cute when you're sleepy..."
 
In his unconcious state, Luke found himself in an improbable dream. There he was, in the middle of a cheering, roaring crowd. He was all decked out in royal garbs, his body fit and glistening in the sun. He carried a giant broadsword over his shoulder and held on his face a very prideful grin. They chanted his name over and over again, praising him with the title of hero and complimenting him on how he destroyed all the evil monsters. Women threw themselves at his feet, perhaps wanting to be his wife or something more. And as the young man took it all in with a grin that stretched from ear to ear, there was a sudden scent in the air that drowned out the voices all around him. Was that the scent of...pancakes? Bacon? Toast? Everything suddenly began to go white around him as the overwhelming scent of food brought him out of his little fantasy world.

When he awoke, Luke let out a tiny groan as the first sight that greeted him was that of a roof over his head. Slowly, his body began to move as he came to a sitting position so he could better observe what was going on around him. By the looks of things, he was in the house of a noble or perhaps a really fancy inn which said nobles would spend the night. He was no longer naked, a thought that relieved the young man knowing that however he got here and whoever owned this place, they would have the satisfaction of knowing that his lowly ass wasn't staining the sheets and wouldn't have to be burned in a bonfire later in the day. The clothes he wore were actually a bit fancy looking. The fabric felt tough, but looked like it could tear with but a single movement. This made the food (which he quickly put two and two together and realized that was what he had smelled in his dream) seem that much farther away and even more tempting than when he could only smell it before.

That was when the angel stepped in and very quickly, the memories of what had happened hours before began to flood back into the memory of young Luke. The last thing he remembered was shooting a load into her and passing out as he did so. Just the thought of reliving that moment made his hips a bit sore. "I'm...okay. By the way, where are we?" That's what the young man would have asked had Alisa not sat next to him and held out a bite of food so that he could eat it. This scene was quite odd to Luke who, perhaps through instinct or simple hunger, took her offer of food and bit into it. As he savored the taste of the pancakes, he could see a newfound beauty and elegance in the angel that, just a short while ago, was raping his brains out. It was almost like she was his wife and he was her husband come home after a long day at work to the sweet scent of food and service that would be fit for nothing less than a king. "How long have I been out?" The young man asked as he swallowed his food in one big gulp.
 
"We are in a house I prepared for us," Alisa smiled, her cheeks turning a slightly darker shade of pink while holding another morsel for him to enjoy, "Do you like it? I can be quite the interior decorator when I have the time to dedicate myself to such an endeavor, but I'm afraid we have more pressing matters at hand to consider." She did not give him much time to take in the full extent of her words before laying the fork down against the plate and turning toward him with more directness. Her wings upon her back slowly spread wider as she spoke, "Once you feel well enough, we will need to continue your training. I can already feel their approach, and although I tried to mask our presence it won't take long for them to find our location."

She reached out and took his hand in hers gently, her heavenly visage granting him a simple yet reassuring nod. She bent forward and kissed his cheek, pressing her tender lips against him in a simple yet oddly touching with a deeper conviction that their earlier lust-laced coupling lacked. Alisa slid herself forward slightly, her soft breasts pressing against his arm as she briefly pecked his cheek and neck, leading down toward his collar bone before sliding up toward his lips. She then paused, "I will do everything in my power to protect you... But I need you to give me your all as well. Can you promise me that?"
 
A curious look came over Luke's face as she explained where they were. She never did tell him how long he was out, so there was no way he could know just how long it took for her to come up with a house like this. She must have been some kind of miracle carpenter or some nonsense like that. He didn't have much time to give it thought though. Alisa approached him, a more serious tone painting her face. She warned him of the impending danger that was upon him, the ones meant to corrupt him and prevent him from becoming the hero he was meant to. All this was beginning to irritate the young man and having the angel wrapping herself all over him again didn't help things. She whispered sweet things into his ears and pressed her lips and breasts against him in a loving embrace, basically promising that if they cooperated, the two would be unstoppable.

And though Alisa's actions weren't fueled by lust like earlier, Luke instinctively backed away from her and stood up from the bed. He seemed quite upset as he turned away from her and suddenly uttered, "That's enough," before rubbing his forehead with his forearm before continuing. "Look. I really appreciate what you've done for me and all, but you need to understand. I'm...not the hero that you think I am. I cheat, I steal, I'm lazy and scrawny and I survive only by running away from my problems rather than face them. There's no way I can do what you're asking of me. I think you should just find someone else and leave me alone. Dealing with someone like me is likely to get you into more trouble than it's worth or even worse. I can survive on my own. I've been doing it for a long time now, so I'm used to it."

Luke's words seemed harsh, both for himself and likely for Alisa. But without a family or a teacher to guide him, this was the kind of person he was now. He was nothing more than a sneaky bum unworthy of the title of 'hero'. The young man grabbed his clothes and made his way to the front door. Before he exited, he turned to the angel for what he hoped was the last time. "Take care of yourself. You're a nice girl and it'd be a shame if something bad were to happen to you." And with that he was gone. There was a path nearby that was familiar to him. It led back into the town of Ofelia where he was quite well known for his mischieviousness. Maybe screwing around with the townsfolk would be the perfect way to get his mind off of all this nonsense that he had gone through in the past few hours.
 
Alisa blinked, confused and speechless at his words for what may have been the first time. As he pulled himself away from her, she felt powerless to reach out and hold him, prevent him from leaving her until the resolute tone of the door shutting after him resounded within her ears. Her hands slid down, grasping the pure white sheets still warm from his body heat, and tugged on them, pulling them from the bed and wrapping them around herself before proceeding toward the door. Peering out into the distance, she could see his small form, but could not force herself to act. No matter what she might say to him, in his current frame of mind it seemed impossible for her to get through to him... Little did he know that a corrupted being was already searching for him in that very town.

The town folk, as oblivious to the danger as Luke, bustled about in the marketplace. Strong men hoisted large crates and barrels upon their shoulders while others tended to stalls lined up along each side of the road. Women, with shopping baskets in hand, browsed each stall and picked out fresh fruits and vegetables for dinner that afternoon. Young lads, some around Luke's age, ran about the streets while playing a rather intense game of tag while dodging the shoppers. The sun above them hung just past noon, the brilliant rays casting deceptive beams of light upon the town below.

Far above them flew a single bird, or at least she looked like a bird from a distance as she slowly circled the town. Her sharp eyes were dark brown and her feathers which covered her wings and shoulders a light brown. Her wings where spread on either side of her, catching the updraft and remaining aloft without much effort on her own part while her tail adjusted for any slight shifts in breeze. It didn't take long for her to spot him, for his haphazard attitude made him stick out from the crowd even as he attempted to blend in with the other city occupants. Even if he had attempted to mask his presence, his aura alone would have been sufficient. Her eyes slightly narrowed with anticipation as she dipped forward into a dive toward the young hero, intent on snatching him up and carrying him off before anyone could come to his rescue.
 
Ofelia was a town bustling with trade and activity. You could find most anything you needed if you looked in the right places. That's what brought so many people around here. Just more suckers for Luke to rob blind. All he needed was the right opprotunity. But just as there were so many people moving about, that same number of people also made it difficult to find someone without getting caught. So, the young man waited, his hands dipped in the pockets of his freshly made clothing. With the insanity of the previous events, he only now realized how comfortable they were. Alisa sure was a good tailor, among other things. He shook his head, trying to get her out of his mind. He didn't need to be thinking about that anymore. They would both be better off seperated.

It was then that Luke found a perfect target. There was a fruit stand nearby and the owner, a somewhat stocky looking lady, was loading some fresh peaches and pears into the stalls. All he had to was wait until her back was turned and then he could snatch a few morsels out of that crate. His timing had to be perfect and he had to blend in with the crowd. He walked forward, looking from side to side as if the town was some kind of spectacle that he had seen for the first time. He was about a few feet away from the shop owner now when she finally turned her back to put a load of fruits on the shelves. His hand extended, ready to snatch the prize without hesitation.

That's when the young man felt a chill down his spine he had never felt before. He couldn't explain it, but there was something inside of him warning of impending danger. He brought his hand back before the shopkeeper turned back to her crate. What she would see was this young man looking back and forth, his eyes full of nervousness. "What are you staring at, boy?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips, a glimmer of suspicion within her body language. Luke did not answer her. He was too busy looking down at the ground and the ever growing shadow encompasing his entire being. He looked up, the glare of the sun covering all but the talons which threatened to snatch him up. They were so close that he reacted instinctively by diving to the ground.

Luke's gaze turned upward, trying to make sense of the image he saw. What was it? A bird? No, it was too big to be a bird. As he tried to figure out what it was, a terrible scream erupted from the crowd that almost gave the young man a heart attack. "A harpy!" came a voice from the crowd. "Run for your lives!" screamed another. And then it was pure chaos. The townsfolk of Ofelia began to scatter, their minds filled with fear at the monster that was now upon them. They screamed. They panicked. They trampled the ground beneath them to escape. The only one that remained was Luke, his body in a fetal position to keep from being stomped to death by the crowd. He was safe for the most part save for his clothes which were now covered with dust. When he realized this, he stood up as the only solitary figure that remained. He looked up upon the harpy girl, Arisa's warning echoing in his mind. Never had a creature such as this invaded a town so boldly before. The only logical explanation was that she was after him and him alone...
 
The harpy continued her downward dive, talons at the ready to snatch him up as she reached forward and slightly adjusted her angle in order to pick him up and carry him off without having to significantly shift her course. Just before her claws contacted his skin, however, a brilliant flash of white behind the harpy and struck her upon her back with tremendous force, knocking her away. Alisa the angel floated a few feet above Luke, her fists curled tightly and glowing a brilliant white while the harpy quickly regained her composure.

"Oh, I was wondering when you would show up... It would be all too easy if you simply let me catch him," the harpy's lips curved into a cruel grin, "but can you defend yourself and him at the same time?"

The harpy flew backward with a few strong flaps of her wings and countless sharp barbs flew out from between her feathers toward both of them. Extremely sharp and laced with a parlaying toxin, even being struck by a single one of her darts would prove problematic for even an angel. A burst of holy energy pulsed from her form, however, and knocked the first barrage from the air, which the angel then followed up with a swift punch toward her opponent's chest. The explosive holy strike, however, hit only thin air much to Alisa's shock and dismay, as the harpy which had not been stunned by her earlier counter, simply slipped to the right and threw another wave of darts at point blank range. Alisa cried out in pain as the sharp darts struck her, her entire form surging with energy in a futile attempt to purge the toxin from her body before it could render her completely immobile. From mere force of will, she looked toward Luke and spoke in a pleading tone, "L-luke... Run..."
 
As the harpy readied her next dive, Luke's eyes met with hers and a wave of fear seemed to overcome him. What he saw in her wasn't the eyes of contempt or annoyance like he would see from normal humans when they looked down upon him for his antics. No, these eyes were sinister, filled with unknown intent. A wave of fear overcame his body and he couldn't muster the will to retreat once she came at him again. But it was just then that a miracle descended from the heavens. In a flash of white light, Alisa appeared before him once more. The radiance in which she evnveloped herself was calming to the point where his legs regained their feeling and he could run to safety while she dealt with this creature. Yeah, he didn't want her around. He didn't want her falling in with his ilk. But in the spur of the moment, he was thankful that she showed up when she did. Surely, she would be able to get rid of this problem and keep him safe like she promised.

The harpy attacked once more, her intent being to bring Luke and Alisa down together. But while the young man cowered, the angel was quick to strike. The feathers that were flung from the monster's being were deflected away leading to a bit of close quarter combat. Surely, with her strength, knocking out a harpy would be nothing to Alisa. But the harpy herself proved more resiliant that either of them first believed. Her sharp feathers came forth once again, this time at point blank range. There was no dodging, nor deflecting this attack and immidetley, Alisa's screams echoed through the empty streets. Screams that only reinforced Luke's belief that being by his side would only prove to be tragic in the end. Her gaze turned to him then, the pain wracking her face making the young man ache with fear and shame. She begged and pleaded for him to run, and for a moment, he was tempted to do so. But his legs did not move an inch then.

Luke couldn't explain what he was going to do next if he had all the time in the world. Perhaps the idea of seeing someone get killed because of his shortcomings was too much to bear. Or maybe, deep down inside, he wanted to do the right thing for once in his life. Whatever the case, he finally moved his legs, but not in retreat. They came forward, into the zone of danger. While it might have been a little harder for the harpy to see him while he concealed himself, he was clearly visible now in the open streets. He pulled loose a leg from the fruit stand next to it and ran in front of Arisa, his body now a shield for whatever attack the harpy would throw at her next. Though he was corageous, his gaze still showed a bit of hesitation and fear. He didn't want to do this, but his stupid pride put him in this position, so he wasn't going to move no matter what. He held the makeshift weapon like a blade and looked up at the monster girl. His voice rang out to her, full of righteous fury and courage. "Leave her alone!" he screamed. "It's me you want, right!? So come at me instead!"
 
"What are you doing?!" Alisa cried out with passion, lunging forward in a futile attempt to knock him away, but all she accomplished was falling forward onto her face in the dirt, her wings slowly curving downward to cover her body from view, "why are you acting like a hero now, of all times? You can't defeat her in your current state... You... You should have let me... Let me..."

Her voice trailed off, and the harpy simply listened for a few moments while her eyes remained locked on the young man before her. Her tongue brushed over her full lips, wetting them as she took three steps toward him, not at all dissuaded by his improvised wooden weapon, "Oh, you do look simply delicious... No wonder that angel wanted you all for herself." She darted forward and slammed her chest against him, knocking his arms back just as she grasped them and pinned him down on the ground with her talons wrapped tightly around each elbow. She eased herself down on him, sitting on his lap before her left wing reached behind her and began to tug at his clothes, inch by painful inch.

"I'll do it nice and slowly... I'll let you cum as many times as you like," she grinned without humor or kindness, "Imagine how well I will be rewarded for obtaining your semen and corrupting you. I can't believe how stupid she was, letting you out of her sight like that. I've been watching you all morning, but you left her in such a shock, did you even realize what you were doing? No matter... Its time to enjoy ourselves."
 
Luke's eyes turned to Alisa who was still dazed from the attack she took. She chastised him for his stupidity, but he wasn't going to back down now. "That's enough of that," he called down to her, his gaze turning back upon the harpy. "I feel bad enough for getting you into this situation and I don't need you making me feel any worse. Just let me take care of this, okay?" Even though he said that, he had no real idea of how he was going to deal with this adversary. Having been so used to running away from his problems rather than face them, this was a whole new experience for him and he was unsure of how to act. Unfortunatley, the harpy didn't give him much time to learn as she slammed her body into him, the force driving them back towards the fruit stand.

Dazed and shocked at the force at which she dropped him, Luke's clothing was easy pickings for the harpy. By the time he regained his senses, his shirt was already off and his pants ready to follow. He began to pull and struggle, desperate to get free of the monster girl's talons. He knew if she were able to get his pants off and drop her vagina on to his shaft, he would be done for. He hated to admit it, but he hoped Alisa's 'training' would come in handy right about now. Because at this point, all his struggling was proving to make him more exhausted and vulnderable.
 
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