..:: Mɪsᴘʟᴀᴄᴇᴅ ʙʏ Hᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ::.. [Mᴇʟᴇᴛʜʀᴏɴ & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

[Ironic]

“What do we do with her?”

A hushed whisper reverberated in Ikaros’s ears, her eyes scarcely opened as she tried to perceive the situation. Her body laid flat on metal table as two figures gathered around her. One of them was an Angel, the other was the Master of Synapse, Ikaros’s Master and Ruler of the Synapse; a realm hidden in the clouds high above Earth’s atmosphere. Residing within this exclusive area were Angels and Angeloids, Ikaros existing as an Angeloid.

Angeloids were created by Daedalus, an Angel who was instructed to do so by the Master of Synapse. Their purpose was to live out their days aiding their masters. A thick chained collar would be strapped securely around their necks as an anchor chain would be imprinted to their master’s hand, symbolizing their connection, mutualistic or not. Angeloids were programmed to obey their masters wishes regardless of any abnormal requests.

Ikaros is a Strategic Battle-Class Angeloid, or called Type Alpha for short. Her "Variable" wings are extremely valuable and are highly desired by Synapse. She has long rosy pink hair which is tightly protected with dark pink ribbons. She also has an "ahoge" which is the long strand of hair that protrudes out of her hair. She has emerald colored eyes, except for when she is operating in Uranus Mode, during which her eyes turn red, but when in combat, purple. Her Hair also becomes more frizzy and messy and a halo appears above her head. In Uranus Queen mode, she can interface with massive weapons platform called the Uranus System. This is what got her in trouble. Due to a non-specific order from her master, a murderous one, she did more damage than he had intended. Realizing how threatening her Uranus Queen mode truly was, the Master of Synapse had to come up with a solution.

“We dispose of her. I can’t have an Angeloid this prevailing in my grounds. Who know’s what she could do.” The other body answered, his tone tainted with unfeeling. “I’m going to discard her down to Earth.” He paused before adding, “I will have to erase her memories and emotions. I can’t risk her knowing of her true nature. If given the wrong orders she could cause irreversible damage. Wipe out her emotions too while we are at it.” The thick cyber-like mechanical ear that embedded in her skull could be opened, displaying switches and imports for the master to use. Peering over the options he would select the switch that would essentially “re-image” her. Ikaros didn’t have an opportunity to disagree with her master as it was programmed within her very core to always submit to their orders.

Those hues were covered by the closing of her lids, her body shutting down as it erased everything she knew. Blackness encompassed her for who knows how long. He finalized the re-image process by disconnecting their imprinted chain to signify his ownership of her, only the thick chain on her neck remained. The Master of Synapse finally scrapping her body down the Earth’s atmosphere, her wings tucked in gingerly as she rocketed downwards to the ground.

A large light surrounded her, appearing to be a shooting star to whoever watched from below as she burned through the atmosphere. Her body was un-phased by the flames engulfing her, her figure able to withstand most of any obstacle thrown her way. The twinkling night sky was the perfect backdrop as she made her grand entrance, crashing into an open grassy field as she left a crater in her wake. Debris clouded the area for a moment, soon revealing the Angeloid who had just arrived to this foreign world.

 

[Melethron]

Thomas lay on his back, staring at the sky overhead. His blue eyes gazed upward towards the dusk-hued horizon, his mind empty of thoughts. His blonde hair drifted with the tall grass in the evening wind. He had only turned eighteen a couple weeks before. While many saw their eighteenth birthday as a day of excitement and joy, Thomas's birthday had passed by unnoticed. It had been a Saturday, so after sleeping in, he had crawled out of bed and seated himself at his laptop. A quiet day of hentai games and romantic visual novels followed, disturbed only when he went downstairs for dinner and a small cake his mother had bought him before her business trip abroad. It was nearly three in the morning when he began his evening ritual, crawling back into his disheveled covers. With one hand, he ran his fingers along the pillow clutched in his arms, as though brushing a lock of hair, before gently kissing it and holding it close.

A bee buzzed overhead. Thomas breathed inward, before letting out a huff of air. The confused insect spun overhead before continuing on its way. The end of school was ahead. He had never thought much about life after graduation. He'd never had many friends, no great talent in science or math. Thomas had always assumed, from the first day in middle school, that he would find his true love. Someone beautiful, pure and inquisitive. They would meet, fall in love, marry, have children, and somewhere in between things would come together. With the end in sight in a couple months however...he wasn't so sure anymore.

His hand--small for his age--reached into his pocket, removing a cell phone from his pocket. Thomas unlocked the device, before flicking to a page he kept pinned to his phone. A picture he had found in one of his dating games. A pale Japanese beauty in a school uniform gazed demurely back at the screen, long black hair framing her face. Beneath the woman was the name 'Ai'. He stared at it, as he had many times before, until he flicked to the next picture. She didn't have her uniform anymore, and was looking away shyly. A sudden rush of lust flooded him, alongside a poignant sense of loneliness.

He was distracted from the moisture on the edge of his eyes by a faint light in the sky overhead. Thomas stood, the stiffness in his pants forgotten as he gazed up at it. What was it? A shooting star?

The light only grew brighter and larger as it descended. before realizing it was landing somewhere nearby. Arms clad in the blue and red colors of his school uniform rose in front of his face, as if that would somehow protect him, until Thomas realized the blazing comet was passing over him. Blue eyes gazed up at the fire ball, squinting up at it. That was weird...he thought he could see...

His thoughts were cut off as the flames crashed into the meadow ahead, the shock nearly knocking Thomas over backwards. His arms flailed in place as he struggled to keep his balance before he stared out at the crater in the meadow. He walked towards it, the grass and wildflowers brushing at his pants as he passed. He continued to walk until he came to the indentation, expecting perhaps to see a lump of molten metal, or perhaps a capsule from another planet. What truly awaited him was in itself far more surprising. A beautiful girl, with long red-tinged hair, clad in a white skirt and dress, which left him little need to imagine her smooth belly or impressive bust. But what was most shocking--moreso than even her uncharred skin or unburnt clothes--was a pair of brilliant white wings, which lay unfurled to either side of her. He looked down briefly at his phone. There was no cell reception out here, so he couldn't call for help.

The lump in his throat was quietly subdued before he awkwardly stepped down into the warm exposed soil to either side of the beauty. Dead or merely stunned, he couldn't know for sure.

"A-are you alright?"

He extended his hand, hesitantly extending it towards her face. His eyes traced her cheek and chin, before continuing along her neck. With sudden alarm, he realized he was now staring at her breasts. A bright flush came to his face and he turned back to her face. His trembling fingers now hovered just above her mouth uncertainly, hoping to feel a breath of air from her sweet lips. He thought back to a first aid course he had taken in health class. He should probably check her neck for a pulse.

The thought of touching that pure skin sent another shuddering chill up his spine. His face and torso suddenly felt far hotter than they did before. Slowly his hand lowered towards her neck, the schoolboy half praying she woke up before he could reach her.

And half praying she didn't.

 

[Ironic]

“Reboot in process.” Her closed lids flickered the bold words, a small loading bar in her bottom right corner signifying just how far she had to go to be woken up from her cyber slumber. Motionless she would lay, her chest not rising or falling from breathing, her chest un-beating from an internal heart that is restarting. The world around her was of no concern for now, the reboot process nearly finished.

“Complete.” Her body hummed gently as her heart kicked back into gear, her chest slowly inhaling its first breath of Earthly air. Through her eyelids, a shadow could be noticed hovering over top of her form, her eyes quickly opening and her hand gripping at his wrist that attempted to touch her neck. The expression on her face could not be read, straight-faced without even moving a facial muscle.

“Begin imprinting process.” Those emerald eyes stared at the boy above her, unmoving as her command began to proceed. The chain that hooked onto her neck lit up as a chain began to materialize in front of his eyes, growing longer by the second as it started to coil around his palm. Securely it locked itself into place on his hand, the chain disappearing completely without a trace, perhaps boggling his curious mind.

Her wings extended outwards, as if stretching them, as she stood up onto her own two feet. Cocking her head to the side, she finally spoke to the frightened boy.

“It is a pleasure to meet you. I am a pet-class angeloid.” She introduced herself as she approached closer. “My purpose is to fulfill your every want and desire. You are my Master.” Her very core was made to have a master, automatically binding to Thomas as he was the first person she noticed upon her arrival. It was in her nature. Instinctive.

“Angeloid’s were created for the sole purpose to give our Master’s what they desire. Give me an order as you wish.” She paused for a second. “After all, I had only just awoken so I am void of much data. I am a pet-class angeloid, my type Alpha. Ikaros. I was manufactured by the Synapse for you.”

 

[Melethron]

"W-what?!"

Thomas scrambled backwards, crawling up the incline of the crater with either hand as the angeloid stirred. He only stopped his desperate escape when he could no longer pull himself up the side of the crater, his wide eyes staring as the exquisite beauty began her imprinting process. He was silent, either out of fear or awe, as she introduced herself. From the expression on his face, it could easily be either. He rose slowly, the back of his uniform caked with singed dirt. He slowly rose, dusting off his sleeve absent-mindedly as he stared at you.

"Who are you?" He asked. It took his brain a moment to realize she had told him only moments before. He blinked twice more before he finally realized what this strange woman from the sky was now saying. She had willingly pledged herself to fulfilling his every desire.

Every desire.

That phrase might have been enough to fill one's mind with lewd thoughts. They were enough to fill Thomas's mind as well, though his reaction was not what one would expect. "What? Manufactured for...me? No, no this is terrible..."

Nervously, Thomas paced before the angel from the sky. What did this mean for his future? Could he look a girl in the face again, knowing Ikaros would be right behind him? How could he explain her away to a date when he took her home after a date? His dream of meeting his true love was ruined now.

"I wish I was back home..." He muttered mournfully to himself.

 

[Ironic]

“I am Ikaros, a pet class angeloid.” She repeated her words as he inquired about her identity, though she seemed not bothered about it. Her eyes locked down on him, watching his every move and listening to his every word. Tilting her head curiously, she blinked.

“Master, what do you mean by this is terrible? I was made for you.” Reassuringly she told him, her ears perking up as he had finally given her a somewhat demand – a wish.

Digging into her pocket she would pull out what appeared to be an ordinary card. Without speaking, the card combusted and a radiant light lit up their area. It consumed them, the light seemingly blinding but her eyes did not hurt or squinted. Once the rays simmered down, they now were in Thomas’s bedroom.

“We have arrived, Master.” Ikaros softly said as she laid on her knees, palms pressed against her thighs as her fixated stare never left his form. “Are you satisfied? Let me know if there is anything else I can do for you.” Her voice was eerie as no emotion could be picked up.

 

[Melethron]

"What the--"

Thomas's cry was cut off as they reappeared in his bedroom. A small space, one would hardly call it tidy. The floor was littered with dirty clothes, the bed was littered with untucked sheets, and the desk with a computer nearby was strewn with crumpled tissues. Thomas found himself growing quite red. While Ikaros calmly took a seat placidly on his bed, his mind was racing with nervousness. Here was a woman, an angelic figure who openly professed her obedience, sitting in his room. What might she say? What might she think? What would the neighbors say when they caught sight of her?

Instinctively, he leaped at the bed. Not at her, but the corner of the bed by her side. Several magazines could be seen peeking from beneath the bed frame here. Most of them were lingerie catalogues he had nervously bought at the next town over, though others were far less innocent. 'Virgin Oriental Schoolgirls: Asian Anal Special' didn't leave much for the imagination. He rapidly shoved the magazines into place back beneath the bed before bolting over to the computer desk, sweeping his tissues into the basket frantically. He could only imagine what she was thinking about him.

"Damnitdamnit--hold on Ikaros! Why did this have to happen? The place is a wreck..."

 

[Ironic]

Despite Thomas being in a nervous wreck and frantically trying to dispose of the tissues, obviously not used for snot blowing, and porno magazines, Ikaros was nonchalantly staring into space. Her irises watched as he paced back and forth to clean the mess he made. It didn’t take long for her to sense that something was wrong with Thomas, though she didn’t know what the fuss was about.

“Master, why are you acting this way? There is nothing to be panicky about. Everything looks fine.” Her head tilted as she spoke to him, trying to compute his distaste. “Are you upset because your room is not tidy? If you would like, I can make it clean for you.” She got up from her seat and started to pull out another card. “Will this please you if I did that? I am not understanding what you mean by why did this have to happen? Did I not do something right for my Master?”

 

[Melethron]

"Ah-ah!"

Thomas immediately dropped his armful of dirty clothes, comic books, DVD and CD cases, and tissues. Lots and lots of tissues. The bundle fell onto the ground as he hurried over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment. At the sight of his room at first, but then the realization that he was standing in front of a beautiful woman, her soft breasts and toned belly on display.

"No--you've...you're doing nothing wrong Ikaros! Just...just turn around until I've cleaned up. Stick your head under my pillow, and I'll tell you when I'm done."

 

[Ironic]

Ikoras still couldn't grasp onto what his issue was, but obliged when requested. Her tiny hands trickled over towards his pillow before gripping onto the feather-infused square. Gently she placed it over her face, her eyes closed as she concentrated on the sound of his quickened pace as he scattered around to collect his belongings.

"It's quite stuffy in here, am I okay to remove this pillow now, Master?" She asked as her voice was muffled by the case.

 

[Melethron]

Thomas turned instinctively at the sound of her voice. And his face flushed pink at the sight. There, on his bed, was Ikoras, her rear raised slightly to expose her panties as she held her head beneath the pillow.

"N-not quite! Hold on."

Ikoras could hear Thomas scramble back to work. The sound of clutter falling to the floor of his closet reached her ears. Four times, he scooped up armfuls of comics, tissues and other items, until he finally forced the door shut against it. He turned his eyes up to where she lay. He silently hoped that wasn't the pillow he used to hide his masturbation session when his mother came home. That had been an embarrassing encounter. One that sadly ended not with sexual tension but with a thorough grounding. And right as he had...nevermind.

But now...with Ikoras's ass suspended in the air, he felt a new emotion rise alongside his embarrassment. A sensation he knew well. The perverted sense of lust, that came upon him when he opened a new doujinshi about his favorite kinks. The same type he got at the thought of peering up a girl's skirt...

He walked, mystified over to where Ikoras lay on the bed, before standing on his knees on the soft mattress. He stepped slowly over to where she was, feeling his gnawing curiosity slowly overwhelm him. He just had to know...slowly, he brought his nose towards her panties, and gave a curious sniff.

 

[Ironic]

Ikoras would wait, as instructed by Thomas, under the pillow. Though it was decent at blocking the sounds from the other side she could still hear the scrambling of paper and other clutter he had nervously cleaned up. He must’ve been working fast because he was motionless after a minute or two had passed.

Those wide eyes opened to look around, but only blackness clouded her vision. She wasn’t instructed to get up yet, but she felt that he was nearby. She stayed still, the room quiet and seemingly lifeless. An unexpected puff of air caused the hairs on her skin to protrude upwards into a handstand. It was coming from underneath her skirt, her body quickly shifting upwards to the new sensation. Contorting her torso around she would find Thomas with his knees on the mattress.

“Was something troubling you, Master?” The naive girl asked, not too familiar with how humans reacted to lust. “I thought I felt something, did the color of my fabric or the pattern of it interest you in some way? I can give you some panties if that was what you were aiming for.” Her monotone voice never failed to show no emotion, staring at him like a spaced-out child.

 

[Melethron]

The words were enough to send Thomas falling over backwards. Somehow, he managed to catch himself, and panted with wide eyes as he stared at her completely stunned. He had not expected her to react so placidly to his perverted intentions. Had he done that to any of the girls at school, he would have been mocked, beaten or expelled--likely all three, given the state of modern academia. Before he could summon a coherent thought, he realized he was already denying his actions. Despite Ikoras's lack of concern at his 'interest' in her.

"N-no! I was just-just--it's nothing really! I mean I..."

His apologetic babbling continued like this for a couple moments before what she said really registered. Not only did she have no objection to his actions, she was openly offering him panties. A thought crossed his mind, one he almost rejected. No, that was cruel, and unfair to Ikoras. But she was fine with it! And it was only just this once. Yes, just this once...

"Actually, Ikoras, I was wondering if you could show me...what was...under, it?"

For all his resolve in asking the question, his face flushed at the idea. His words crept from his lips as if he were embarrassed even uttering them. In the end, his own youthful desires conquered his sense of propriety however. A young man of his callow years had never seen a real woman's panties while she was wearing them, much less what was underneath them. Though he preferred the attitudes of girl in anime and gaming to those in his life, the temptation of asking to see her 'rose' was too much for him. Now all he had to do was wait to see if she would let him look.

 

[Ironic]

“I believe that was an order, Master.” She stated matter-of-factly. It took her no effort to get up from the bed, standing straight up in front of him. Her eyes searched his own, her face bland and with little to no emotion. She almost seemed as if she were spaced out all the time.

Lifting her short white skirt, she would naturally present him with her white and blue striped panties. Her index fingers looped inside of each side, before gently shimmying them off. It pooled underneath her ankles, and she would bend down to take them off, her ass sticking up into the air.

“Here you go, Master. The panties that you were so fascinated about.” She said calmly, handing him over his loot. “And now, for what you requested.” Her hands fiddled with her skirt once more, before sliding it downwards to expose her feminine features right in front of him. Her cunt was shaven and as smooth as a baby’s bottom. Everything seemed to look tight and innocent on her. Her legs parted, so if he was that curious he could see what was underneath instead of the pelvic bone on top.

“Does this satisfy your wish, Master? I hope I made you happy.”

 

[Melethron]

Thomas could not muster a response. Even his mind, once flooded with wild half-rejections was now blank as he stared up at where the angel stood above him. Mutely he stared, his mouth agape as he drank in her pale thighs. His eyes followed her hands as they rose to her thighs, and followed her panties back down. He stared at them for several long moments, until something cut into his thoughts.


“Does this satisfy your wish, Master? I hope I made you happy.”

His face inclined back up towards the voice. And flushed a violent shade of red. There it was. Her bare and unobscured womanhood. Thomas swallowed hard. This was it. His first glimpse of a real pussy.
A sudden pain in his crotch brought his mind back from the state of arousal he had found himself in. His penis was as erect as he could ever remember it being, and was pressing painfully against his pants. His hands swiftly fell to his manhood, pressing it down as hard as he could. Eyes averted, he found himself trying to find a response. The panties before him were forgotten. All he could think of was the pain in his groin and the now panty-less angel in front of him.

"Y-yes! V-very--very happy, Ikoras. I'm very pleased with you..."

 

[Ironic]

“Are you okay, Master?” The naive girl cocked her head to the side as she noticed that he was rather speechless in her presenting what he had requested. “I do not understand what all of the hype is. You have male anatomy, from what my reactors detect. Why are females so special?” She asked him, scooting closer to him before sitting down on her legs.

“I am happy to have pleased you. My reactors detect you’re not feeling too well. You have a temperature located in a certain area on you.” She determined before taking her right index finger and pointing it towards the lump in his pants.

“Do you need me to administer some medication to that area? It’s very hot, like it has a fever.” Cautiously she placed that same index finger that pointed towards him to her chin, tapping it before allowing him a chance to respond.

 

[Melethron]

Thomas leaned in towards himself, as though moments from imploding. His hands pressed harder against himself, even as his felt himself grow even redder. By this point, he would not have been surprised if his entire body was glowing. This had to be a joke. He couldn't believe Ikoras had no idea what his body was doing. T-this was all a cruel prank! She had called his bluff and had shown off her panties to make him embarrassed.

"W-well I've...never seen a girl's...anatomy before. I--"

His objections were drowned by her next statement, quiet and robotic as it was. She pointed down at his cock, only reminding him of his state. He was seated on his knees, with a growing erection, in front of a girl dressed in the most revealing skirt and blouse he had ever seen. And no panties. His own arousal at this point was overpowering, though still less than his embarrassment. It took him everything to keep himself from darting from the room into some quiet corner to 'relieve' his tension. He shook his head at her comment, though somehow he mustered the will to quietly grasp the corner of her panties and pull them towards him.

"N-no that's fine! I-I-I'll just...rub some medicine on it later! That should make it calm down. S-so can we talk about something else...

 

[Ironic]

"Are you sure, Master? I'm concerned. It's getting hotter by the second. Want me to help?" This time she got up, walking over to his side and knelt down, placing a hand over his pants only to feel something twitch.

"Why is this moving? Maybe I should run an analysis on the male body, then." She calmly said, her eyes turning a bright shade of maroon as her scanners ran through every knowledge of man onto her systems. After she felt satisfied with her results, her eyes shimmered back to their natural hue.

Taking a step back, she quickly turned around, but no sign of emotion still played on her porcelain face. "Master, why didn't you tell me what was going on? I didn't know that I was touching something so private of yours." She softly spoke, still not turning around to face him.

 

[Melethron]

"N-no don't! That's--"

Thomas was cut off as Ikoras placed her hand on his manhood. Despite Ikoras shedding her panties moments earlier, he had not expected the angel to be so bold. He sat there, stunned as her eyes shifted. He subconsciously tried to pull away, but with her hand right on him, he could not move from Ikoras. He was desperately tried to think of a way to excuse himself from the room and bolt, when Ikoras stood and turned. Blue eyes stared after her, trying to pick out any hint of her inner thoughts. Though if Ikoras had been looking at him, she could see the effect her reaction had on him. Pain could be seen in his pupils before he turned his eyes down to the bed. His erection slowly began to fade, losing its luster though he paid it no heed. He was silent for a time before he spoke, his voice sounding hollow and dull.

"I'm sorry. If you don't want anything to do with me now Ikoras, I don't blame you. I...I'll go now..."

Thomas stood, avoiding looking at Ikoras as he stood and walked towards the door. He ran one hand over his bowed head. He had done it. He had barely known this strange girl for an hour, and she already wanted nothing to do with him.

 

[Ironic]

“Master, I am not upset. Please, do not leave. That is not what I intended to happen.” She stood up slowly before motioning over towards him, placing a reassuring hand over his shoulder. “I lack the ability to show emotion. That program has been locked when I was sent down here. I still do not know why I was sent down here, or who was my previous master or life. Please, do not take this to heart.” She said, her eyes twitching as they shimmered their hues.

“I just wanted clarification because I didn’t understand humans or their anatomy. You didn’t have to hide it from me, but then again, humans are different and show their emotion differently. I am the one who should be learning your ways.” Tenderly she bowed down in front of him, as if asking for forgiveness.

“Please do not punish me for my accusations. I am eager to learn and to please you in any way that I can. I am, after all, your servant.”

 

[Melethron]

Edward turned obediently at her words. He said nothing, stunned as he was at the fact that Ikoras was not upset with him. He had half expected her to never speak to him after his lewd request. It was as that thought entered his head that he felt a shiver run up his spine. Ikoras was now completely pantiless before him. Somehow he managed to shake that thought from his mind, and focus on what Ikoras was saying. Slowly, he felt his faint arousal ebb as she spoke. Replaced, slowly by sympathy. This girl had truly lost everything Her friends, her past, her feelings. All she had left was her desire to serve. And he had used that to his advantage. That was it. The only thing he could do for now was to be the best master she could hope for. To try and help unlock her past, and satisfy her as best he could.

...That thought came out wrong...

"I-its fine."

Thomas felt a faint blush cross his cheeks as he accepted her apology. He still felt guilty about asking to see her pussy, but he had an idea on how to make it up to her for now. Still, it wasn't something he ever thought he would just do. "So ah...you said you don't understand human anatomy. And I got to see your parts. So..."

He reached down to his belt, undoing the buckle before removing his trousers. In one swift motion, his pants and underwear fell to the floor, revealing his manhood. It bounced up from its confinement as the foreskin slowly peeled back. Already it was half-erect from Ikoras's grand display. It was a normal, healthy length for a young man his age, about six and a half inches in length. As it swelled from the sensation of the open air however one could see that it was significantly wider than an average cock, at least half again that of a normal teen his age. The head of his penis seemed particularly virile. Thomas did not think much of it, having only seen other cocks in hentai, but there was a fair chance it was one of the fattest in his entire class. Beneath it was a pair of testicles, draped in fine hair, and above both a fine mane of curly brown-blonde hair. Thomas felt his body begin to tense at the realization that he was showing himself to a girl for the first time. But with the iron will that belay his innocent nature, he pressed on, doing his best to remember what he had learned in sex ed.

"S-so this is my...penis. Its comprised of four parts, the main shaft, the glans, the foreskin and the mea...slit. It um, swells whenever the male is aroused. Blood from elsewhere in the body will fill the penis, until it wears off or the male...achieves sexual gratification...that's it, I think. Its not really that interesting."

 

[Ironic]

“It’s not really that interesting, you say? May I disagree and say that it is.” Ikaros’s voice was tainted with curiosity and amusement and she knelt down to get closer to him and his exposed penis. Her hues filled up with the image of his cock before taking a curious finger and tapping it. Involuntarily, it twitched to the sudden movement, the angeloid jolting in surprise to see it move.

“It has a mind of its own?” Her head tilted to the side like a curious dog not knowing what is going on. “I assume it does, since it took a lot of your blood flow to that certain area.” She bent downwards to see it closely, noting the bulging veins surrounding the shaft. “Your anatomy is unique and neat. Obviously, I have nothing protruding out from within me.” She stated. “It must be difficult then, if you get aroused. Everyone can see it unless you keep yourself confined well.”

Her eyes stared at the dangling sac that was his testicles, wondering why he had more parts to him and it was not just the penis itself. “What does those do, then?” She asked as she pointed to the sac, her fingertip gently pressing against his skin after first touching the hair surrounding it. “I hope you did not mind me touching you without permission, Master. I apologize.”

 

[Melethron]

"Its fine...You can touch it, Ikoras."

Thomas had been conflicted about the angeloid touching his manhood. He had been intending to save himself for marriage after all. Not to mention he couldn't help but feel he was taking advantage of her, given her innocent nature. But he had seen her body, so now it was only fair for her to review his body. The hair on his body tensed as he felt her fingertip run along the skin of his testicles.

"Careful! T-they're sensitive. Those are my testes, or testicles. They store semen, or cum. Its used to impregnate human females."

And bukkake shoots.

Thomas shook his head, trying to clear his mind from that last comment before returning his gaze to Ikoras. He slowly raised his hands, slipping off his school shirt and jacket. It felt odd standing in with only his torso clothed. Moments later, he was naked in front of the girl, his scrawny body on full display for the angeloid.

 

[Ironic]

"Storing semen?" Ikaros repeated what he has told her, those flashy eyes blinking in confusion. "Humans are strange creatures. I was born, but I was a product that was made by an angel in the synapse." She said in a matter-of-fact demeanor. Carefully she watched as he undressed himself, noticing that his chest was flat and didn't protrude out like hers did. It was a common difference between male and females.

"I am guessing you want me to do the same, Master?" The innocent angeloid asked, and before Thomas had any chance of a response she obediently removed the torso clothing from her body. His eyes read that he wanted her to imitate his actions, even if he had said nothing. Her hands tossed the clothing out of the way, her breasts bare and for him to see in their glory. Her nipples were already erect, her areola a nice shade of rosy pink.

"Since I touched you, I feel it is right if you touched me." She began to say, her expression unchanging as she stepped closer to him than what she already was.

 

[Melethron]

"I-Ikaros! That's not necess--"

Thomas's words tumbled inelegantly from his mouth, in his sudden rush to politely decline the angel's offer. All that changed as she removed her clothes in one, swift motion. The contours of her body shifted beneath the folds of her dress, hinting at her hourglass figure seconds before it was revealed. Her skin almost seemed to shimmer by the light of his lamp overhead, nearly blinding him. When his vision returned, he could see the angeloid before him, in all her majesty. Her long legs, shapely hips, flat belly. And, at last, her breasts. They were framed by her beautiful wings, as if her figure was not enough to draw the eye. Thomas was not sure what paradise this otherworldly figure might have fallen from, or why she might have been cast out from it. But wherever she came from, she was too precious for any cloud-kissed kingdom.

His thoughts, however blank or poetic, sadly went unsaid. His stumbling words had ceased as she had removed her clothes, his tongue failing him as he mutely stared at her heavenly form with open mouth. His breath shifted, from the shallow and sudden gasps that had characterized him when she touched his budding manhood, to slow, deep breaths. Breaths filled with desire.

Something inside him told him that this was far enough. That Ikaros was too sweet for him to take advantage of. They had only just met, and already the two were naked in a lustful teen's bedroom. But she wouldn't have stripped if she didn't trust him, would she?
A slow, tremoring step brought him a step closer to the alien beauty. Thomas realized with a mute shock that he had been walking towards her, and now stood inches from her. Though Thomas was only slightly below average in height, Ikaros seemed to be the taller of the two, though by how much, he was not sure. His hands rose, and slowly approached her, as if afraid her celestial body would burn him. His words finally came back to him as he reached for her.

"Ikaros, we...I shouldn't be doing this. We only just met...y-you shouldn't be doing this with someone you care about! Not...me."

Despite the sincerity of his protests, his body seemed to have other plans. His trembling hands extended, taking a firm hold of her breasts. They felt...well intended, though it was clear he had never felt a woman's breasts before. His fingers pressed against her flesh, kneading and squeezing at her body questioningly. One of her nipples was caught between two of his fingers, pressing it suddenly. Along her waist, she could feel an aura of heat against her skin. A warmth that just begged to be touched, swaying so close to her body.

 

[Ironic]

“I don’t understand, Master. I thought that humans proceed with tender actions when they care for someone. What makes my caring for you an understatement? It is true, we just met, but my chain makes up synchronized.” Those golden eyes twitched as she blinked, following his movement as he approached her closely. Despite saying that it was wrong, he continued to approach her and graze the soft skin of her breasts. Her nipple was far more sensitive than she realized and a sudden gasp left her lips.

“I am sorry if I am making you uncomfortable. I thought that this was what you wanted. I want to give you everything, even if it’s programmed inside of me to do this.” Her voice slightly trembled the more he kneaded her flesh like dough. “You’re very warm, Master.” She noted, his skin almost burning hers from his desired heat.

Her eyes slightly closed as her breathing picked up, not use to having these different… sensations. “Master, you don’t have to act shy around me. I will not judge you or question you. I wish to be there for you and to ensure you’re safe.” It was hard trying to talk to him, and what she lacked at understanding was that you needed to spend a lot of time with someone to know what to talk about. Thomas was right, about everything with little time, but time was oblivious in her eyes. All it would take is a little TLC from Thomas to help her understand the human world that she knew so little about.

“What else do you wish? Like I said, don’t be afraid to tell me… Or to be honest.”