Erotic Angels

by Sara Nadia Katz

As Nadia lay in bed, she could feel the light, pale and shimmering, envelop her.

Her angel had cum again.

Nadia moaned and writhed under the skillful hands of her angel. Those same skillful hands had stripped her of all her clothes, and all her self-defences. She was helpless at the hands of her beloved angel.

Nadia had always thought that angels were pure, chaste beings. Beings that made vows of chastity, much like monks, or nuns. However, that had been before she had met her own, personal, pleasurable angel.

The night had been dark, and cold. Nadia had rushed home from her boyfriend's apartment after wallowing in sexual bliss with him for five hours--and then having him tell her that that wild night would be their last. He was getting married in two days--to another woman. Her eternal rival, Lola.

As she ran through the city streets, blinded by tears, fleeing the pain and hurt that followed her boyfriend's rejection, huddled in her bulky coat, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Immediately, she turned. In front of her stood a man. A tall man, with golden blond hair and a smile that put the sun to shame. Nadia couldn't help but smile back.

"What are you doing here, out all alone, by yourself?" he asked her, his voice a trumpet of compassion.

"My ... my boyfriend just dumped me," she admitted, blushing. Being a proficient liar, she was surprised at this truth that slipped so easily off her tongue.

"You poor thing!" the man exclaimed, putting his arm around her. Immediately, she felt warmed by his gesture--and aroused. Which was a surprising thing, considering she had just been having hot, wild sex for hours on end, and should be tired by now. Only ... she wasn't. She wasn't tired at all. And that surprised her, and pleased her.

She decided to act the victim, and perhaps he would take her back to his place ... to comfort her.

"Yes, I know," she said, as her eye shed a crocodile tear. "We had been together for so long! But he decided that he would rather be with someone else, and I ... well, I just feel so used!" she exclaimed.

The man took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the tears from her face. "Don't cry," he said, his voice silky and whisper-soft. "Would you like to come back to my place--so that I can comfort you?"

"Oh," she said, surprised that her acting had paid off so quickly. "Yes. Please." Then, not wishing to sound too eager, she added, "I definitely need some comfort, after what I've been through."

"Don't worry," he told her, smiling again. "I will give you so much comfort, it will seem like torture."

As she puzzled over this odd phrase, he walked her the two blocks to his apartment. When she entered his apartment, however, she realized she had made a big mistake.

Scattered all over the room were implements of torture, not pleasure--whips, chains, and a rack. Nadia shivered in fear and attempted to move away from the tall man who now possessed an evil glint in his eye. But he would not let her go--his arm was locked firmly around her shoulder, and his grip grew even tighter, painful, in reaction to her insufficient struggles.

Nadia began to scream. "No!" she cried. "No, don't! Please!" She began to cry, and beg, but it made no difference to the tall, golden man. He dragged her across the room to the shackles hanging from the wall, and chained her there. Then, he took out his whip. It was not a soft velvet--but a hard, painful leather. Nadia cringed as she thought of what would happen to her in the next few minutes--hours--days. Who knew how long he would keep her here? And when he was done ... Nadia shivered again. She didn't even want to think about it.

The man drew back the whip, prepared to strike her, a mad grin on his face. But as his arm came forward, suddenly it stopped. A look of surprise entered his face, and he looked over his shoulder. Then, he was thrown over the shoulder of someone else, who had been behind him and had held him back from hurting her--her angel.

Nadia's angel looked into her eyes, and smiled. Not a bright, all-encompassing smile like that of the tall man--a sweet, kind smile. The smile of an angel, Nadia thought.

Then the angel turned back to the man, who lay, moaning on the ground, and kicked him in the ribs. He groaned in pain, and rolled over, onto his side, clutching his ribs.

Then her angel turned back to her and undid the chains that held her, freeing her.

Nadia stared into her angel's eyes ... and then, they kissed.

Not the innocent, chaste kiss that Nadia would have expected from an angel. But a hot, passionate, tongue-filled kissed that turned her on like bread on butter. The two of them fell to their knees on the floor, exploring each others' mouths with their tongues, and Nadia felt her angel's hands on her. Warm, skillful hands, that soon had the both of them naked and writhing on the floor. When Nadia came, she saw millions of rainbows beneath her eyelids. When her angel came, the two of them were enveloped in a deep, white light, that was warm and mesmerizing in its beauty.

They lay there afterwards, together. Nadia knew that they would have many more nights to cum. Just her, and her angel.

"So," Nadia queried in the midst of the afterglow, "what's your name?"

Nadia's angel smiled. Then she tossed her long, blond hair over her naked shoulder and whispered into Nadia's ear, "Call me Angela."