Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 9772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Looking around, I see Angels milling about. Happy carefree faces, outline the vast differences between us and them even more and once again I find myself arguing in my head how I could possibly be meant for someone so good?
As I continue to walk around, I have no idea what I am looking for and no plan, but I enter what I assume is a common area and I know she is not here. To my left is a bunch of little kids, laughing and playing. I stop for a second, allowing their obvious delight to soak into me and a little bit of envy. What must it be like to be bathed in light continuously?
Far off to the right, I see a group of teenage girls and oddly enough my heart starts to do jumping jacks. My sight drifts over each of them, lingering and scanning the group. I don’t know how I know, but I know she is not among them. But, the way my cock is reacting to the smell of roses and honey, she must have been just there.
Using my nose and cock as a guide, like my own homing beacon, I walk away from this room down a corridor that has doors. One by one I pass each of them, sniffing in front of them like a hunting dog, trying to see if I can smell the scent that is not so slowly driving my cock insane. As each of them turn up nothing, disappointment and determination turn my spine into steel. In my mind I know this is a foolish mission. What am I going to do when I find her? Surely as soon as she sees me she is going to scream. She is going to run to that door, away from my dark devilish aura and not look back. Right? So, what am I doing?
As soon as the question pops into my mind I smell it. I stop in front of a door, and I am attacked by the smell of roses, honey and innocence. The doubt that was just plaguing me vanishes, disappears and in its place is a hunger between legs so vicious and primal, that now I am starting to wonder if I should have given this more thought.
Mouth salivating, I slip into the room, keeping to the minimal shadow allotted by a pillar right in front of the door as you enter. My eyes try once again to adjust to the light. When I open them, I see a blonde mass of curls on a tiny frame. I can’t see a face, but the package is pure sin. Her body is tiny, in comparison to me. Petite, I think is the word to use now. But that doesn’t describe the plumpness of the ass that is flashing warning signs at me right now. “Ah, Hell,” I growl it from my mouth and then bite my tongue, praying she didn’t hear me. My hand falls between my legs and I squeeze my balls, begging them not to erupt right here and now alerting her to my presence. They are heavy. Heavier than I have ever felt before. The day I died was the day I stopped feeling desire. We don’t get pleasures in Hell. I learned that quickly and trained my body to no longer feel… anything.
Strangling my cock, now, I begin moving my hand inside of my pants, still not sure of her face, but the back of her is inducing lustful thoughts. Then I hear what I think is a whisper from her, and for all that is holy, I want to fall to my knees at the melody that sounds in my ears. “For the love of..”
“Who's there?” she calls out, not turning around yet. “Is it you? Will you show yourself to me?” What is this witchery? Each word that leaves her mouth moves me closer to her. I should stay hidden. Hell, I should run out of here and save myself. But her words are like a siren’s call, and I move to face her. I can feel my own temperature rising, and everything is starting to blur. I close my eyes and try to gain some semblance of control. “Sweet Heavens.” I hear gasping in front of me. Opening my eyes, I am struck with a lightning bolt of lust and a possessive feeling of ownership so potent, I fall to my knees.
Standing in front of me, is the tiniest thing I have ever seen. She is gorgeous. Beautiful like you would imagine an Angel would be, but it is more than that. Her blue eyes sparkle. They glisten and hint at a mischievousness inside of her. She is beguiling, exquisite and in need of protection. My eyes graze down her slender neck and over the swell of her thick tits. Damn those things could feed an army of starved men. Fuck. Now I feel murderous thinking of another man near her. This is on a road leading to nowhere.