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

Thomas could only blink in wonder at the beauty in front of him. His soft blue eyes met the golden hue of her own irises. It was only then that he realized how beautiful her eyes were. His hands squeezed clumsily at her breasts again. There was an element of affection to his simple movements, making them more akin to an embrace than basic sexual stimulation. Thomas's cock was fully erect, his shaft brushing against her lower lips. His mouth was agape. His breaths were now coming in hungry gasps.

"I...want you, Ikaros." He managed, his eyes never leaving hers. "I...want to be your lover tonight..."

The skin of his belly pressed against hers as he brought her close. His head rested against her chest. The hairs of his head tickled at her breasts briefly. She could feel her ear against her chest, before he leaned forward and gave either breast a kiss. His hands rubbed down along her side before resting on her hips. He leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. His unconscious hips moved slowly, rubbing the length of his dick against her pussy.
 
It was hard, understanding where Thomas was coming from. Indeed she was an angeloid, but she wielded the sensations of a human. The touch of his fingertips sent her nerves spiraling everywhere in her body. A soft, yet hushed moan left her lips, but a command caused her eyelids to open widely.

"And your lover I shall be." She responded, but it would be a lie if she didn't want the same to happen.

She was new when it came to showing affection. The passionate kind. Something inside of her core ached. Was it her rector malfunctioning? Little did she know her emotions were beginning to awaken, the first one being love, with a tinge of lust.

But... Did he feel the same about her, or was her body the only thing that he wanted? Those would be the thoughts of a normal human girl, but Ikaros was simply obeying her commands. It was to her liking, too.

Unconsciously her legs spread for him to allow his length to rub up against the lips between her hips. A sheen of wetness coated her cunt, unaware that something like that was happening to her. It felt different, but she couldn't ignore the sensations.

"Master... Please, teach me, how can I satisfy you?"
 
Thomas's eyes met her again. Their conjoined gaze was enough to send a shiver down his spine. He wasn't sure how to answer Ikaros's question. Despite hours of 'study' of the female form and how to pleasure it, he wasn't sure he could live up to his own expectations, much less those of the literal angel in his arms. But he was resolved to try.

His hands rested on her hips, simply enjoying her closeness to him. The heat of her expecting sex against his cock. Her warm breasts and belly against his torso. His eyes ran once again up and down her form, drinking in every inch of her body. Pale feet, soft wings, brilliant eyes, all committed to memory. He wanted to remember this. Remember her.

"...L...Lay down on the bed, Ikaros. Right on your back, okay? Just act natural, and I'll do the rest."

...'Act natural'? What, am I shooting a porno?
 
"Act natural?" That was a strange way of putting it, but no questions was asked. Gently she sat down on the bed before laying flat on her back. It looked like an image from one of the smut magazines he had hidden earlier this evening, her pose and posture.

"Is this natural enough?" She questioned before thinking of her own ways to please him. "Like in those books I saw earlier... Do you wish if i did something like this?..."

Her legs spread open willingly, her shaven love-tunnel visible for him to peek at. Her right hand skated down her body, brushed up against her soft skin. Those fingertips reached the beginning of her pelvis, her middle finger and index finger brushing up against her sensitive clit. It was small, but a light noise resonated within her throat. A moan.
 
"Y-you saw those?"

Thomas's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the thought that innocent Ikaros might have seen his 'study materials'. He almost recoiled at her mention of them, as if fearful she might chide him for his choice of literature. That swiftly changed however as she began brushing the soft folds of her waiting flower. His eyes widened, his pupils fixing themselves on her. He thought her body was alluring, before she had even removed her dress. Now that she was naked before him though...

Her soft moan drew his attention from his thoughts. The image of her bare form, now burned into his retina, seemed to draw him like a moth to a flame. Before he knew it, his hands were on the mattress. Her soft face could be seen just over her open vulva and the finger darting into it. Scrawny knees folded inward, placing him at eye level with her body. Hot breath swept over her flushed skin. Mouth agape, eyes unblinking, Thomas stared expectantly at her, aroused breaths growing ever hotter against her body.
 
"I got a good view of it when you were pushing them away." Ikaros admitted, but she was not phased to see something like that anyways.

Her fingers continued to play the strings of her velvet lips, feeling the smooth texture of her skin. It was apparent that he was soaking up this view, staring at what she had to offer to him. Two fingers, even without getting warmed up, slipped inside of her cunt, twisting and turning inside of her to cause her body to shudder.

"I-Is this how it's going to feel with you in it?" She managed to ask, her breathing hoarse and rigid. Her eyes were glazed over, realizing that this was lust engulfing her mind. The juices inside of her tunnel could be heard moving around as her fingers twisted, jabbing in and out of her cunt.
 
"I hope so..."

The admission was soft and low, barely loud enough for Thomas--much less Ikaros--to hear. The thought had struck him before, but now it was sinking ever deeper into his mind. Soon, he would be inside her. And he had to make sure she enjoyed it as well. The thought kept repeating itself inside his mind, over and over like a mantra. It was a daunting thought. Now and then, he could sense his own apprehension threatening to overpower him. But the look of desire in her eyes kept him rivetted in place, staring at her heaving breasts and moist womanhood.

I wonder what...

Thomas leaned forward on his hands and knees. His steely cock was visible from here, having clearly lost none of its potency. He crawled forward slowly, his breath ever hotter against her vulva. His gaze ever more intense. By the time his head was by her shifting fingers, the air from his breath felt as war as a trail of flame. Then, he leaned forward, and kissed her wet folds. A second soon followed. This one was slower, gradually shifting as his lips embraced her flower. Now and then, his tongue would emerge to brush against her clitoris, quietly hoping to elicit one more gasp from Ikaros.
 
It was just as foreign to her as it was to him. She didn't understand why he was crouched so low to her feminine features, her hand slowly lifting up to catch a better glimpse of what he was doing. His hot breathe traveled against her swollen pink folds, the cooling effect causing her cunt to tingle in satisfaction. The heart inside of her body raced with excitement and anticipation, feelings that were beginning to emerge from her once wiped-out core.

"Master, what are you do - " Her words were cut short when the first kiss erupted on her skin. Her thighs tensed up, feeling this overwhelming sense of euphoria erupt. Another kiss, then soon his wet muscle slithered from his parted lips to lick at the little bud that was her clitoris. On instinct, her hands quickly gripped at his tresses, entangling her fingers into his hair. "Mph!" She sounded out through tightly sealed lips, her body trembling from the unknown.

"Master, is it suppose to make me feel this way? To act this way?" She questioned before biting her lower lip, her hips slowly lifting up from the bed to make his lips press deeper into her pussy, her long awaited moan pouring out from her opened mouth.
 
Thomas had intended to examine her quivering womanhood briefly. A quick glance, before retreating to a safe and respectful distance. As he leaned closer however, something inside him changed. Conscious thought faded, to be replaced by curious desire. The scent of her arousal stung at his nostrils, filling his body with a sense of longing not even Aimi's artwork gave him. It was an instinctive passion, hungry to feel her against him. Seized by his own lustful fascination, Thomas felt a sudden desire overcome him to show Ikaros his adoration for her. A kiss became a lick, turning to cunnilingus in turn.

Then, everything changed.

Her hands gripped his hair, pulling him into her damp folds. A little too far. As his face was drawn into her aroused body, his emotions shifted again from desperate lust to desperate panic. The smell of her enveloped him as breathing became more difficult. Her fingers had his hair in an iron grip, one he tried to pull himself free from. Indeed, his arms thrashed desperately for a brief time, flailing comically until he managed to pull his head an inch or so backward. For a moment, he was thought about getting up and trying something else, but...her hands were still resting on his hair. It felt so soothing...

Thomas's mouth returned to her body. Again, his tongue flicked at her sweet spot. Massaging her soft folds. This continued as before, soft laps at her body, quick motions that danced over her sensitive vulva and clitoris, followed by longer, slower licks. As the minutes passed, the body seemed to grow more audacious. As he licked her pink jewel into his mouth again, he gradually placed his teeth along its center. Slowly, carefully, he pinched it lovingly, still licking at her eager flower.
 
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