Dylan scowled as the rain pattered against his windshield, the old
wipers struggling and scraping with a squeak against the glass as he
drove home from work. It had been another cold and thankless late night
at the office, trying to get all of the account summaries written up for
the clients so someone else could get a promotion and he could stay
employed.
Not that Dylan had much waiting for him at home, without a
girlfriend or any close family nearby it wasn’t much more welcoming than
the office was.
At least there’s the new Elric Far-Traveled book to look forward to,
he thought with a smile. The epic fantasy series had just released
the final volume, and Dylan had picked it up from the bookstore just
the day before, eager to read it over the weekend.
I hope Elric gets together with princess Lyria,
he thought dreamily. The princess in question had appealed to him
since the first book, a blond beauty with piercing blue eyes and a
rather
aggressive
demeanor in bed; she'd been the subject of his fantasies since he’d started reading the book series in high school.
He frowned as he saw lights coming in his direction,
This is a divided highway, what the hell-
His eyes went wide as he saw that a car had entered the wrong side
of the freeway, and he didn’t have time to scream in surprise before
the drunk driver’s vehicle collided with his own.
…
Corinne fluttered through the clouds, riding the crisp breeze as
she looked down on the expansive Kingdom of Heaven. Clear and clean
rivers flowed through a landscape that was lush and green, dotted with
silvery crystalline and gold buildings that caught the morning sun in a
beautiful iridescent display.
Below her were the many souls of the departed, enjoying an
eternity of rest, contemplation, and other pursuits tailored to fit
their desires and needs. The Angels were among them, mostly clad in
white robes, with their soft feathered wings flapping as they flew to
and fro, attending to their particular mortal’s needs.
Pretty soon I’m going to be busy too!
Corinne thought excitedly. She had a sudden image of a perfectly sculpted shirtless human man, kneeling before her.
Let me taste heaven,
the dreamy human said with a smile,
let me taste your immaculate-
She breathed out slowly, clenching her fists as she straightened
her flying, it wasn’t good to get too distracted up in the air after
all.
Every Angel came into existence eager to be the guardian of a
chosen mortal soul, greeting them when they passed through the Pearly
Gates and helping them to explore their new eternity. Every Angel spent
their youth eagerly honing their abilities and dreaming of the afterlife
they’d spend with their mortal, some would bring their particular soul
relaxation, others intellectual stimulation, still more would go beyond
the gates of Heaven with their soul, off to explore the far reaches of
what the universe held after death.
And some Angels get to help with carnal needs,
she thought, her face flushed for a minute as she giggled, biting her lip and chasing away the dirty thoughts.
Most
Angels didn’t become intimate with their charges, instead serving
as trusted companions and guides, many mortals even had spouses or
lovers they were eager to reconnect with in Heaven, something widely
encouraged by the upper echelons of angels. Still, Corinne did find
herself fantasizing about an earthly man who had perhaps never known
love… One who would be enraptured by her beauty, eager to please her and
obey her every-
Corinne,
a booming voice rang out in her head.
She gulped, freezing in mid-air as the Seraphim Myella’s voice
echoed through her thoughts. Her superior in the angelic hierarchy
wasn’t a cruel or overbearing person, but she could be rather
stern,
and Corinne was nervous around her. More importantly, Myella was the one who assigned angels to mortal souls.
What can I do for you?
She thought back eagerly.
Come to the spire at once, I need to discuss something with you.
Corinne’s heart leapt,
Are you assigning me a human?
Only silence replied, either Myella had already terminated their mental connection, or she simply didn’t care to answer.
She fluttered down onto the open balcony of Myella’s tower, an
ivory white spire that overlooked the pearly gates themselves, open
below to welcome the flow of newly arrived souls. The top floor
contained Myella’s office, a vast open space with a pair of couches,
paintings on the walls, and a few classical sculptures, all centered
around a shockingly plain wooden desk where Myella herself sat typing
away on a typewriter, watching the words appear across floating screens
before her.
Corinne swallowed nervously, slowly edging her way forward as the
*clack clack clack* of typing rang out through the air, echoing off the
polished stone.
“M-Myella?” she squealed.
“Hmm!?” Myella looked up, seemingly startled.
“You uh… called me?” Corinne said hesitantly.
“Ah yes,” Myella said with a polite smile, “Please have a seat.”
Corinne grunted as a chair materialized up out of the floor,
cradling her bottom and zooming her across the wide space to the
Seraphim’s desk. She blinked, dazed as a few of her feathers fell around
her. Myella tapped a few more keys, and the floating screens slowly
rotated to face the angel, showing a number of statistics.
“Corinne, I’m going to be honest,” Myella said sternly, “I don’t
believe you’re quite ready for a soul yet, there are a number of
concerning factors, most notably this one here,” she pointed to a bar
graph, one of the bars stood out, easily four times the height of the
nearest one. “As you can see here this is the normal average number of
lewd thoughts an Angel has,” Myella explained, pointing to one of the
smaller bars.
“Okay,” Corinne said nervously, “It seems a little low…”
“Everyone has some
thoughts
now and then, it’s perfectly natural, healthy even,” Myella said,
“here’s mine for example.” She pointed to the next bar, easily twice the
height of the “average.”
Corinne giggled, “Wow, really? You’re twice as horny as the average angel!?”
“That’s a filthy word, horny,” Myella said with a smirk, “but yes…
Now here is where our problem is,” she pointed to the next bar on the
chart, towering over the others.”
“Oh wow,” Corinne said, wide eyed, “who’s that?”
“You dear,” Myella said flatly.
The color drained from Corinne’s face, “I-I just really think that human men are very attractive, and I’d like to-“
“Corinne!” Myella snapped, causing the angel to go quiet, staring
into her lap sheepishly. “I just want to make sure you understand the
great responsibility of guiding a human through the afterlife,” she
sighed.
“I do!” Corinne insisted, “if you give me a human, he’ll see everything Heaven has to offer!”
Myella pursed her lips, but nodded, “Very well. Your human charge
is very close to death now, go down to the gates and collect him when he
arrives.”
Corinne’s eyes widened, “Really!?”
“According to the AngelMatch system you two are highly compatible,” Myella said with a nod, “but
please
control yourself Corinne, this poor man just died.” She snapped
her fingers and a file appeared in Corinne's hands, “Here’s his dossier,
you have a little time before he arrives so go read up on him.”
“Of course!” Corinne beamed, rising out of the chair and fluttering her wings. “He’s going to be so happy Myella, you’ll see!”
“Let’s hope so,” Myella muttered, turning back to her reports.
…
Dylan stumbled up the stairs, blinking as he looked at the
billowing white clouds on either side of him. He wasn’t sure where he
was, and as he looked down at the billowing white robe he was in he
wondered what had happened to his clothes, keys, and wallet.
I hope that asshole had insurance,
Dylan thought to himself, his thoughts starting to return. He
looked around, hoping to see someone else, but there was no one, only
the iridescent rainbow-colored stairs leading upwards to some point of
lustrous light beyond the clouds. Dylan frowned,
Is this a hospital or something?
He kept going up the stairs, listening to the harp music beginning
to come through the cottony clouds overhead. Finally the stair breached
the clouds, and he balked at what he saw.
A shining crystalline metropolis built above the clouds stretched
before him, silver and gold buildings catching the high sun and causing
his breath to catch as the wonder of it all came down on him. Flying
winged beings soared overhead, a few smiled and waved down at him. Other
people, some seemingly as confused as he was, were walking by him,
emerging from the clouded floor up their own stairways, and all of them
were headed towards a pair of towering pearly gates, open and waiting
for them.
I think that crash might have been worse than I thought,
he realized, a pit forming in his stomach. Numbly, he stumbled forward, following the crowd.
Corinne bit her lip as she looked through the crowd for him, trying to decide how to make the best first impression.
His file said he was a lonely guy, maybe a hug?
She thought.
Or is that too intimate…
She blushed at the thought of being
intimate
with Dylan, he’d looked so handsome in his photo… and that face
would look adorable with a blissful smile on it, or better yet buried in
her-
Focus!
She forced herself, looking around for him.
“Uh, excuse me,” Dylan stammered, raising a hand, not really sure he was addressing, “I think there’s been a mistake?”
“Dylan!” Corinne leapt at him, slamming into him and causing him
to grunt as he struggled to stay upright as her arms clasped around him
into a deep hug.
Dylan looked down at the girl in shock, she was a blond haired
beauty, with piercing blue eyes and immaculate skin that felt like
velvet to the touch as her face pressed against him. She was wearing a
flowing white robe, and as it billowed he could a glimpse of her body
beneath it, but much more distracting were the pair of giant white wings
protruding from her back, and the gold circle that hung above her head,
poking him in the eye as she squeezed him tight.
An angel,
he thought wildly,
a real angel… and she’s hot, and she’s hugging me!?
He gulped, wondering if it was a sin to get a boner from an angel.
“I-I think you guys got me by accident,” he stammered, “I didn’t mean to go towards the light, I was trying to get back uh…
down.
”
Corinne stepped away and looked at him sadly, “I’m sorry Dylan, but… you died.”
“It’s so unfair,” he rasped, “I had things I was going to do, I
had plans, I…” He started shaking, “holy shit, I wasted my life in a
goddamn office!”
Corinne winced at the swears, but nodded, “You… didn’t have a lot of friends,” she said quietly.
“I just thought I’d have time,” he muttered, “work was supposed to
get less busy, and…” he frowned, “I’m sorry, who are you exactly?”
“I’m Corinne!” she said excitedly, “Your personal angel and
afterlife companion!” Without warning she gripped his hand, causing
Dylan to shout in surprise as they lifted upwards, carried by the gentle
flapping of her white wings.
“A-Afterlife companion!?” he stammered, nervously looking down at the ground as it raced away from them.
“Yep! I’m here to make sure you get whatever you need!” She
noticed his fright and laughed, “Relax silly! You can’t die again!” She
suddenly blushed, “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make fun of you for
dying so soon…”
“It’s okay,” Dylan said, still trying to take everything in.
He and Corinne flew towards one of the glistening ivory towers,
landing on an expansive and well furnished balcony that jutted out from
an elaborate apartment. Dylan’s eyes bulged as he took in the luxurious
apartment, it had soft white carpeting, a sleek modern looking set of
couches, and futuristic looking silver kitchen that shone as they walked
in.
“Is this mine!?” he gasped.
“Yeah, I hope it’s okay,” Corinne said with a shrug, “it’s just
the standard furnishing, but you can redo it however you want, it only
takes a few minutes.”
“No!” he said quickly, “I love it!” He chuckled to himself as he
spun around, plopping himself on the couch. It was certainly nicer than
anything he’d ever owned.
Dylan regarded his apparent Angelic companion as she smiled,
walking over to the chair across from him and sitting down, crossing her
legs and letting one of her golden flip flop style sandals dangle off
the edge of her foot.
Damn,
Dylan thought, his mouth suddenly dry, Corinne was immaculate,
like she was carved from marble, but the way her feet looked in that
moment, so soft and enticing…
Probably not a good idea to perv on your Angel,
he thought quickly,
she might send you down to the bad place or something.
Corinne for her part noticed Dylan looking at her, if not the
particular part of her that was his fixation, and she smiled knowingly.
She’d take Myella’s request to heart of course, but if the
human
wanted sex, well it was her job to help him reach fulfillment, wasn’t it?
“So, how are you feeling?” she asked, leaning forward. “You can talk to me about how
it
happened, if you want… is there anyone you miss?”
Dylan thought for a moment, “No, it was all pretty quick, I didn’t
realize I was dead until I woke up here…” He thought for a moment, “I
don’t know if I miss anyone, now that you mention it. I just wanted to
pay off my school loans, then I figured I’d have time to get out more,
meet people, get a girlfriend.” He sighed, “It seems kind of silly now, I
guess I’m just alone for eternity.”
“Aw, you’ve got me!” Corinne beamed. The way he smiled back made
her want to leap at him, pin him to the couch and forcibly kiss him,
then
slap
him, he was such a cute human… She cleared her throat, “One of the
things a lot of people do when they get here is spend a few decades
doing things they wanted to do on Earth. Let’s review some of your
daydreams and fantasies!”
“My daydreams and fantasies?” Dylan paled, “Oh no, why don’t we just sing gospel or something-“
It was too late, Corinne was already turning on a large television
mounted up on the wall. Dylan cringed as he saw himself sighing,
staring off into space at his work desk as his fantasies arrived.
Corinne raised an eyebrow as a sterling blonde woman in a flowing
white dress stood over a defeated warrior in a medieval throne room. No,
it wasn’t just
any
warrior, it was Dylan, decked out in leather and with his hands shackled.
“Who’s this?” Corinne laughed.
“P-Princess Lyria,” Dylan muttered, “she’s uh… from this book series I like.”
“Cower worm,” Lyria laughed, “kiss my feet and I may spare your life!”
“Please mistress,” the Dylan on the screen begged, “be merciful!”
Corinne watched, stunned, as the fantasy Dylan knelt before the
Princess, kissing her feet eagerly. She laughed, reaching down to ruffle
his hair as a look of arousal flashed across her face.
“Very well, you shall be my personal concubine!” the Princess declared, “forced to pleasure me whenever I see fit!”
The vision vanished as the TV returned back to Dylan at his work
desk, and Corinne slowly turned around towards Dylan, barely able to
contain her glee. They were silent for a moment, until finally Dylan
couldn’t stand the tension.
“S-She starts off bad, but she turns good after romancing the main character,” Dylan began.
“I think you had more of a thing for her during the bad part of her story arc,” Corinne laughed, crossing her arms.
“I was really into the story!” he insisted.
“Okay, okay,” Corinne said, “We’ll come back to that one, how
about we look into one of your other fantasies?” She flicked her wrist,
and the TV showed Dylan walking down the streets of a large city.
“Oh no,” Dylan moaned, recognizing it.”
“What?” Corinne asked with a frown, “Did you want to move to a
bigger city or something? That’s great, we can get you whatever arts or
culture you wanted to experience, and-“
She was interrupted by a thundering footstep. The angle turned
back to the TV just in time to see a towering blond titaness peeking
from between the skyscrapers with a smile. She couldn’t help but stare
as the giant woman, clad in a white robe and sandals, plodded through
the city streets, crushing cars beneath her sandals as she walked
towards Dylan. The giant woman grinned, raising her sandaled sole over a
shocked Dylan, blotting out the sun.
“Okay, enough of that!” Dylan said in a panic. He leapt off the
couch looking for a remote to turn the TV off. Corinne just smirked,
stroking her chin as she watched the fantasy play out, the bus sized
sandal coming down on Dylan’s fantasy version of himself.
“Hmm…” Corinne hummed teasingly, cocking her head and looking at him with a smile. “What odd dreams!”
“There’s a mistake,” Dylan shouted, “I’m not some kind of weirdo, I
promise! Please don’t let them kick me downstairs, I won’t ever think
about it again-“
Corinne snapped her fingers, cutting him off, “Having weird kinks
doesn’t get you sent to Hell!” she almost laughed, seeing his relieved
expression. She snapped her fingers again, getting his attention and
pointing down at her toes, poking out from the sides of the gold thonged
sandals. “Kiss them,” she ordered.
“W-What?”
“
Now,
” Corinne said with a grin.
Dylan slowly walked over to her, glancing down at her toes
nervously. He shot one last look at her smug face, and as she nodded in
approval he fell to his knees, then placed his lips on the tip of the
digits. Corinne sighed in contentment as he made contact, getting a face
full of a rich vanilla scent that lingered on the Angel’s skin and
quickly brought his manhood to attention beneath his own pale white
robe.
“I think I’m seeing why we got put together in the Angel Match system,” Corinne chuckled.
“Angel Match?” Dylan asked, looking up at her curiously.
“I didn’t say to stop kissing,” she said sternly. She placed a
hand on the top of his head, gently forcing him back down. “Now, where
was I?” she asked as she felt his lips against her feet again, “Ah yes,
Angel Match… it’s meant to bring the most compatible humans and angels
together, a Seraphim double checks it of course, but it’s
very
accurate.” She grinned wickedly, “They’ve been holding me back from getting my own human because they were concerned I’d be too
coercive,
but I think a
coercive
woman is exactly what you want out of Heaven, isn’t it?” She chuckled at the way his eyes darted up, “you can answer.”
“Yes!” Dylan said, looking up excitedly.
Corinne smiled, stepping back and making a dramatic gesture with
her hands. Dylan cried out in surprise as he was lifted off the ground,
forced upright and levitating in front of Corinne. She flicked her
finger again, and his robe flew off of him, exposing his body as her
wings twitched in anticipation.
“You’re going to spend the rest of eternity worshiping my divine
form,” Corinne said, walking towards the apartment’s bedroom. Dylan’s
floating form was pulled after her, as if on an invisible thread. She
threw the doors open, revealing a massive king sized bed with white
pillows as fluffy as Corinne’s wings. With a flourish she leapt up onto
the bed, her sandals remaining on the floor as her bare feet caught the
soft blanket, her toes scrunching the velvety material playfully. With a
triumphant grin she levitated Dylan over the center of the mattress,
slowly descending below her as she pulled the sash on her robe, letting
it slide over her shoulders and reveal the vast expanse of her pale and
creamy skin.
“You’re beautiful,” Dylan said, stunned.
“Would you say I’m heavenly?” she asked with a wink, turning to
her side and flaunting the supple curvature of her breasts as she ran
her hand down her body. Dylan gulped as she walked along the mattress,
stopping to trace the tip of her toe up his chest with a smirk, “You’re a
man who likes a woman’s feet, I can appreciate that.” She brought her
toe back up to his face, biting her lip as she tapped the tip of his
chin with her toe, then with a grin she forced it into his mouth,
enjoying the way immediately knew to suck on it.
Dylan’s breath became heavy as he traced his tongue over the
digit, looking up at the blond goddess. Her feet not only smelled like
vanilla, they had the slightest taste of it too, and as she pulled her
toe free with a wet *pop* he found himself leaning forward, eager for
another taste.
“Lay back,” Corinne ordered, placing her foot squarely in the
middle of his chest, preventing him from rising. With a sultry smile she
slowly knelt down, sliding herself down his body and maintaining eye
contact as she positioned her chest between his legs. She rubbed her
breasts a moment, letting him see the soft jiggling spheres as she
delicately ran a fingertip over a pair of soft pink nipples.
He stared at her, his heart pounding as he wondered what she would
do next as his manhood stood at attention directly in front of her, a
flag waving both his surrender and his excitement at the same time. With
a wink Corinne hefted herself forward slightly, pressing on the side of
her breasts and enveloping his rock hard erection in the velvety soft
cleavage of her warm flesh.
“Oh god,” he moaned, the simple act of sliding the immaculate pair
of tits over his shaft was almost too much on its own, and as she began
the first upward motion he had to struggle to contain himself.
“Don’t finish on them just yet,” Corinne laughed, “keep it together!”
In spite of her demand she was going faster now, pumping her
creamy breasts up and down his manhood in a steady rhythm that made it
difficult for him to keep his eyes from going crossed. He gripped the
bedspread, feeling his body quake at the small up and down motion of her
chest, all of his thoughts and willpower focused on keeping himself
from exploding on her at any second.
For her part Corinne was ecstatic at how easily she was bringing
her new human to the brink of meltdown, and she gave a sadistic chuckle
that made his blood run cold as she slowed her motions, causing him to
look at her pleadingly.
“Not yet,” she said in a singsong voice, shaking her head mockingly.
“Please!” he begged.
“No,” she said firmly, slowing the up and down motion of her
breasts even more, “I want to hear that I’m the most beautiful woman in
all creation!”
“You are!” he shouted.
“Tell me more!” she ordered, laughing maniacally, “I won’t let you cum unless I hear some
exaltations!
”
“Y-You’re the greatest woman that ever was, with the best tits of
all time,” he shouted, his mind racing as he tried to think of praises.
One from
Elric Far-Traveled
entered his mind, and he swallowed nervously as he yelled it out,
“I dreamt about you before I even met you, no beauty will ever compare
now that I’ve seen your lustrous face!”
“Excellent!” Corinne beamed. The motion of her hands along the
sides of her breasts went into high gear once more, and in a few seconds
Dylan was quaking, muttering under his breath as he shot load after
load of his seed across the angel’s chest. She didn’t let up, thoroughly
milking him dry and leaving him spent as he fell back again, panting,
to the mattress. She let him recover a few minutes, struggling to catch
his breath after a titjob that would have stopped a mortal man’s heart.
Idly she ran a finger along the pearly white trail his seed had left
across her chest, scooping up a bit of his cum and licking it, enjoying
the salty taste before snapping her fingers, rendering herself perfectly
clean once again.
“I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything like that,” Dylan managed finally.
“Sex acts with an angel can be hard for a human to survive,”
Corinne giggled, “Luckily that’s not a problem for you anymore.” She
glanced down at his cock, gently flicking it with a smirk as it began to
rise again. “The body you receive in heaven has much better
endurance.
”
“Yeah,” he said, watching himself stiffen to attention for the
second time, “So uh…” he looked at her pleadingly, “can you do that
again?”
“In due time,” she said sweetly, “I’d like to go for a ride next!”
She lifted her hips up, and without warning she slid herself
easily over his erection, taking him to the hilt as she slapped her
hands down on his chest, mounting him like a steed as their hips clapped
together.
“Y-You’re a lot stronger than you look!” Dylan wheezed.
“Angels aren’t all sweetness and taking care of weary souls,” she
laughed, “We’re also soldiers of justice!” She rocked against him again,
and while she was a petite woman, standing a head shorter than him, she
was bearing down on him with enough force to make him shake with
pleasure at each thrust of her hips. She slowed, “I’m not going too hard
on you, am I?”
“No!” Dylan cried out with a smile, “Keep going!”
Corinne’s eyes lit up with glee, and soon she was pumping away
against him like a piston, her nails scratching his chest slightly as
her powerful thighs locked him in place. Against her Dylan knew he
wouldn’t last long, and soon he was crying out in pleasure as his hips
bucked back up against hers. Corinne cried out triumphantly, a smile on
her face as she rode his orgasm to its limit, leaving him with a dazed
smile as she finally slowed, enjoying the last vanishing vestiges of his
blissful expression as his senses returned.
“Wow,” he breathed.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” Corinne laughed, sliding off of
him with a sigh. She lounged on the bed a moment, then glanced at him,
“I could use a foot massage,” she half asked, half ordered.
Dylan practically leapt down the bed, grabbing her soft soles in
his hands and running his thumbs along them in a firm motion that caused
her to squirm in delight.
“I’ve never felt anything like this,” he marveled, running his
fingers up and down over her toes, then down over her soles and the ball
of her foot.
“Angels have naturally perfect skin,” she giggled, “and I fly
almost everywhere, so it’s easy for me to keep them soft and smooth.”
“That vanilla smell, is that a lotion?” Dylan asked curiously.
Corinne burst into laughter, “What part of Angel don’t you get? No, I don’t use lotion, that’s just how we smell!”
“It’s nice,” Dylan murmured, looking back down at her feet.
“I’m glad you think so,” Corinne said, sitting up and letting her
wings flap, “Ugh, I’ve got so much explaining to do… You’ve been here an
hour and we already… Well, you know.”
“Are angels not supposed to have sex with humans?” Dylan asked with a frown, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to get you in trouble.”
“Oh, we can,” Corinne muttered, “But it’s uh… kind of like doing
it on the first date, you know? Usually we’re supposed to settle a human
in, let them get over the grief of dying, maybe reconnect with some
people they knew in life.”
“Personally, I’m glad you rang it in with that,” Dylan said, “I was always too nervous to date back “down below,” you know?”
“Because you’re the kind of boy who wants to be dominated?” Corinne asked with a smirk.
“Yeah,” Dylan admitted sheepishly.
“Clearly you should spend the next ten years or so as my personal
slave,” Corinne said with a wicked grin, “to experience what you missed
out on!”
Dylan’s eyes went wide, “A-Are you serious?”
“You’re right,” Corinne said, a wicked grin coming over her face as she stared into his eyes, “Maybe “pet” is a better term?”
She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Dylan was looking up at the
bare sole of his foot, towering over him the size of a house. His mouth
went dry as her immaculate face hovered overhead, a giant faraway object
that loomed overhead like the sun in the sky as her fingers reached
down for him.
“Cute!” she squealed, pinching him as she lifted him high. Her
fingers were just as soft as her feet, molding around him as she
squeezed him between her thumb and forefinger.
“You can shrink me!?” Dylan shouted.
“Of course,” Corinne said with a smirk, “I can do almost anything to make you happy, and I think this is making you
very
happy.” She stood up, holding her arms out and letting her white
robe leap off the floor, tying itself around her as if it had a mind of
its own as she walked back out into the living room. She slipped her
sandals back on idly, leaving soft indentations in the carpet as she
walked.
What’s she planning?
Dylan wondered, feeling slightly intimidated by the way the angel
moved. She was a true colossus at this size, thundering through the
apartment as he was held prisoner between her fingertips, reduced to the
size of a bug before a goddess.
“Let’s talk about the other fantasy you had,” she said, slowly lowering him down.
“T-The one with the giant woman?” he stammered, looking up at her.
The carpet fibers were knee high now, a vast grassy field that he’d
struggle to move quickly through, the coiled synthetic material
scratching at his leg slightly as he shifted.
“That’s the one,” Corinne said with a smile. “It’s a little
odd,
you wanted to be squished? Like a pathetic little bug?”
The way she spoke had his manhood rising again, and he could only
nod as he looked up at her, nervousness rising in his chest. For a
minute he had an urge to run, but he stood his ground, his eyes trailing
downward as the angel gingerly pointed the toe of her sandal at the
carpet, twisting it idly into the carpet.
“I-I guess it could be fun to pretend,” Dylan shouted.
“Pretend?” Corinne rolled her eyes with a chuckle, “No, I don’t
think we’ll be pretending. You should probably run!” she lifted her
sandal up, blocking out the light as Dylan’s eyes widened in horror.
She can’t be serious!
He turned to flee, stumbling over the carpet fibers in panic and
falling onto his front with a grunt. He rolled over, his heart racing as
he saw the flat bottoms of Corinne’s leather sandals descending.
“No, wait!” he protested, holding his arms in front of his face.
Corinne felt the briefest resistance on the bottom of her sandal,
as if stepping on an oddly shaped twig, then, with a grin, she pressed
down.
*
crunch*
An unexpected wave of arousal washed over her, and she fought the
urge to groan as she twisted her sandal along the carpet, grinding the
tiny human’s body into nothing. She felt flushed as she lifted her foot,
kneeling down to take a look at the remains.
Dylan shouted as he popped back into existence next to her toe,
still holding his arms up, “Please, don’t-“ he frowned, looking around,
then up at her.
“You’re dead dummy,” Corinne teased, “If your physical form gets destroyed, you’ll just come back to me!”
“Oh,” Dylan said, looking down at himself, “That felt…”
“Weird, right?” Corinne shrugged, “you
can
feel pain in heaven, but only if you really want to.”
Dylan nodded, it
had
hurt, but only a little, like a hug that had gotten too strong.
Still, the reality of what he’d just experienced had him rock hard.
Finally he forced himself to look at the spot where he’d stood just
moments ago, but frowned as he saw a bit of creamy white paste smeared
across the floor.
“What’s that?” he asked quizzically.
“I turned your insides into cake frosting,” Corinne said, reaching
down and scooping up his “remains” with the tip of her finger, “it’s a
little less gross, and more fun to clean up!” She put it into her mouth,
sucking on it eagerly. “Mmm… blood and guts!” she teased.
“Makes sense,” he nodded, thinking of the possibilities.
If I can’t die up here, and she can shrink me…
His mouth went dry as he imagined all of the scenarios he suddenly wanted to try.
“I think I’m up for another round,” Corinne teased, standing up to her full height again.
Dylan’s fantasies were interrupted as the angel prepared to stomp
him out of existence again, a lustful grin on her face that almost made
him want to stand in place as her sandal rose again. Still, he managed
to run, this time leaping with wide strides that let him just barely
clear the rumble of her leather sandal slamming into the carpet behind
him.
“What a pesky bug,” Corinne teased, sliding her foot out of her
sandal. “I guess I’ll have to give this one a more personal touch!” she
wiggled her toes ominously as she stepped across the room, now barefoot.
Dylan panted as he sprinted with all of his might across the
apartment floor. Corinne was behind him, having covered the same amount
of ground in a single step as he had at a full run. He nearly fell over
as her bare foot slammed down next to him, a deliberate miss that caused
a wave of fresh vanilla scent to billow over him as he struggled to
keep going.
“I’m going to take my time with this one,” she laughed, raising
her foot again, tracking it over him as she slowly let it descend.
This time there was no escape, and the soft sole of her foot
gently met his back, pressing him down into the carpeting. Without the
solid leather sole of her sandals, the pressure of her silky sole was
almost pleasant, like some massive weight of velvet rubbing over him as
the angel’s rumbling giggle echoed from above.
“Poor little bug,” she taunted, slowly increasing the pressure, “I guess you just weren’t fast enough!”
Dylan felt the pressure increasing on him, and the smell of her
vanilla scented skin became overwhelming as he gasped for breath, the
air forced from his lungs. He felt the squeeze as she started to place
more of her weight on him, then it ceased. He struggled briefly as she
slowly rocked her weight back and forth over him, keeping him pinned
against the carpet. The motion was starting to feel almost
good,
and he gulped as he realized just how aroused he was.
It's almost like she’s riding me again!
He thought, flipping over and pressing defiantly against the wall of vanilla scented skin.
Corinne felt his struggle, and just smirked to herself, tossing
her blond hair over her head as she kept up the slow rocking motion. It
didn’t take long before her goal was accomplished, and Dylan’s tiny
voice called out in a shout of pleasure as she felt the smallest of
droplets spray against the bottom of her sole.
“And… bye bye!” she pressed down with all of her might, popping
the tiny mortal like a grape at the height of his pleasure. It sent a
shiver up her spine, and almost involuntarily her hand slipped into her
robe, stroking her clit in a rough circular motion as she imagined
Dylan’s last frenzied moments. Her toes gripped the gooey mess his body
had left behind, and a moment later she was cumming too, nearly doubling
over and grabbing the couch for support as a shocking orgasm spread
along her body.
She took a few minutes to recover, panting with a grin as she
looked down at her foot. She lifted it up, looking at the smeared white
frosting embedded into the carpet. With a happy sigh she walked back
over to the couch, her hips swaying seductively as she tried to think of
what she wanted to do next.
As she flopped onto the couch, she waved her hand, rematerializing
Dylan at full size. He blinked, looking at her now normal form with
awe.
“What, am I less impressive at this size?” she laughed.
“Never,” Dylan whispered.
“You got some of your remains on my foot,” she said, lifting it up
and letting him see the cake frosting smear across her sole. “Clean
it.”
He leaned forward, extending his tongue and running it along the
bottom of her foot, scooping up the sugary smear that had been him.
Corinne watched him, a perverse smile on her face as she glanced back at
the floor, admiring the two spots his previous “Deaths” had left. There
was something oddly fascinating about making him clean his own “body”
off her sole, she decided.
“Good boy,” she chuckled, putting her feet back on the floor. She
sighed, leaning back with a smug air, “So, I think we know why the
Angel-Match put us together now…”
“Yeah, I think so,” Dylan agreed with a grin.
She patted the couch next to her, and he climbed up on it, sitting
next to her. She snapped her fingers, and the first book in the Elric
Far Traveled series appeared in her hand. She reached around Dylan,
forcing him closer to her as she studied the cover.
“I think I’ll read these,” she decided, “I need to see how this
series managed to give the human I watch over such an active
imagination…”
“Well uh,” Dylan cleared his throat, “there’s a part in the third
book where Elric accidentally drinks a shrinking potion, the Princess
finds him and shoves him in her-“
“Spoilers!” she laughed, “don’t worry, we’ll discuss it when I’m done!” She turned to look at him, grinning slightly, “We might
act out
some of the parts as we go…”
…
Myella huffed angrily as she fluttered down into Dylan’s new
residence, where Corinne was supposed to be helping him settle into the
afterlife. It had already been a difficult day, with multiple souls
contesting their placement in heaven, and
really,
what sort of masochist
didn’t
want to go to Heaven? Then there had been an issue with a demonic
incursion, with Hell’s finest making off with several gallons of
Heaven’s finest Pina Colada mix from the poolside bar.
And of course Corinne’s readings are all over the place,
she scowled, looking down at the statistics for the newest angelic guardian.
She’d decided to fly down and see how things were going, while she
didn’t have much hope that Corinne had managed to go the entire day
without bedding the newest arrival, she had noticed an odd spike of
divine power, as if Corinne were warping reality with extreme frequency.
That wasn’t a real issue in and of itself of course, many angels did
their best to help mortals realize impossible dreams or fantasies, but
so much on the first day was…
odd.
What are you doing to that poor boy?
She wondered as she settled down on the balcony.
Corinne stood in the middle of the living room, her eyes crawling over every exposed surface as she scanned for the tiny man.
“Come out come out wherever you are,” Corinne taunted, craning her neck to peer around the coffee table.
Dylan crept along the floor in the cover of darkness the underside
of the couch provided. He chuckled to himself as she knelt down,
searching under the chair. When she caught him she’d undoubtedly crush
him again, but for now he was safe, he just had to keep slightly ahead
of where she was searching. Up on the wall a timer was counting down, if
he could make it twenty minutes without being found, he’d win their
game.
“Corinne? What are you doing?” Myella called.
Corinne shot upright, her face red as she whirled around, the white feathers from her wings drifting to the floor around her.
“M-Myella!” she stammered, “This is so… unexpected!”
“I just thought I’d check in,” the Seraphim said, walking into the
apartment. She frowned as her own sandal stepped into a small smudge of
cake frosting. She glanced around the floor, seeing dozens of similar
stains.
“We were baking!” Corinne said quickly, “Dylan’s always wanted to…
make frosting using a blender!” she laughed nervously, “He forgot to
put the lid on, it got everywhere!”
“Of course,” Myella mused, “just use a cleaning spell, it should come right out… Now where is Dylan?”
“He’s uh… reading,” Corinne replied, “real bookworm that one.”
“Yes, I do recall his file mentioning that,” Myella nodded, “is he in the bedroom? I’ll just-“
“He really didn’t want to be disturbed,” Corinne said quickly,
“he’s at the best part of the book, he wants to finish it before doing
anything else!”
Corinne’s heart skipped a beat as she saw a tiny Dylan sprinting
across the open floor, shooting a cocky glance up at her and Myella.
Myella is never going to let me hear the end of it if she sees you tiny!
She thought irritably, watching the tiny man stop and stick his tongue out at her.
Myella frowned, noticing Corinne’s expression, “Well, all things
considered, how is Dylan? Is he recovering from the trauma of his
untimely passing?”
“I think so,” Corinne said, walking with Myella towards the
balcony again. “In fact he’s adjusting better than most people do I
think.”
“That’s good,” Myella sighed, “it was so tragic, seeing someone
like him cut down so young. I do hope he’s able to find something he
enjoys up here.”
Corinne noticed that Dylan was directly in the path of the two
angels as they walked, and he was just now starting to move. She
smirked, ignoring him as she and Myella approached.
“I think he’s finding everything to his liking,” Corinne said, slowing her pace and letting Myella walk in front of her.
Dylan looked up in surprise as the elder angel’s sandaled feet thundered towards him.
Is she really not going to tell that other one I’m here!?
His eyes trailed up Myella’s massive form, she was much like
Corinne, blond, blue eyed, but with a more mature visage, and a little
more weight around her hips. The sandal lifted over Dylan again, and he
raised his arms in a gesture that had become all too familiar.
Corinne smirked as she let her eyes dart down, catching sight of
Dylan a split second before Myella’s sandal came down. The small
*crunch* that rang out gave the Seraphim pause, and with a confused
expression she lifted her foot, glancing down at the small frosting
stain on the carpet and on the sole of her footwear.
“You must have stepped on a sprinkle or something,” Corinne said with a shrug, “I’ll get this place cleaned up.”
“See that you do,” Myella said, wiping what was left of Dylan off on the carpet, smearing it across the floor.
“Oh, one more thing,” Corinne said quickly, “Can I get a day pass down to Earth?”
“A day pass?” Myella asked, “What for?”
“Dylan wanted me to see if anyone went to his funeral, just so I could comfort them, you know?”
“How sad,” Myella sighed, “Granted, I’ll see you later Corinne.”
With that she fluttered off the balcony and back into the vibrant blue
skies over the Heavenly city.
Dylan appeared on the couch a moment later, full sized and a wry
grin on his face, “What was that about? Are you really worried about
your boss figuring out what we’re doing?”
“Enslaving you as my personal foot-boy and then crushing your
buggy little body into the carpet over and over while I touch myself
would be a difficult one to explain,” Corinne said with a smile, “I’m
sure we could
eventually
convince her that was what you wanted, but it would awkward and take way too long.”
“Got it,” Dylan nodded, “And what’s this about a day pass? I don’t really care about my funeral, Corinne.”
“We’re not going to your funeral,” Corinne chuckled.
…
Dylan struggled against the bonds holding his arms out in a
spread-eagle position. He was laying on his back against the wide
expanse of Corinne’s leather sandal, a well worn surface which had the
strong vanilla scent of her feet radiating off of it. He was tied
securely in a way that would put his head directly between her big and
index toes once she slid the footwear on, and as he tried to squirm out
of the silvery chains on his wrists and legs the giant blonde’s face
beamed down at him.
“Aww, can’t get out?” she said with a teasing pout.
“Nope, they’re pretty tight,” he said, panting as he gave up the struggle.
“Good,” she said, slowly putting the sandal on the ground. “The
last thing I want is you falling out or being seen. I’m allowed to go
down to Earth, but
you
aren’t supposed to leave once you’re here.”
Dylan watched as her immaculate foot slid into the sandal, sliding
over his chained and naked body in a way that made him shiver as the
soft skin of her sole slid against his own. He grunted as she pressed
down, the bottom of her feet molding around him as her toes took their
place on either side of his head.
“Comfy?” she asked, squeezing his head between her toes as she stood back up.
“Very!” he managed with a grin.
“Good, now just relax,” she said softly, lifting off the ground with a flap of her wings.
Dylan glanced out and watched as Corinne flew off his balcony,
flying to the edge of the massive cloud the city was suspended on. His
stomach lurched as she reached the edge, diving down towards Earth with
such speed that the world blurred and wind rushed by his ears. It took
her only a few minutes to reach the world of the living, and he fought
to keep himself oriented as she spun upwards, landing on the ground with
enough force to knock the air from his lungs as the giant angel peered
around.
She’d landed in the hills overlooking a city by the sea, and the
sound of waves reached them as Corinne looked around for any witnesses
to her landing.
“Looks like the coast is clear,” she muttered. With a snap of her
fingers her long white robe became a pair of jean shorts and a short
white t-shirt, giving her a midriff. Her halo came down onto her hair,
becoming a yellow headband that held her long blond hair in place. With a
happy smile she started her walk down towards the town.
Every step she took squeezed Dylan’s entire body, bathing him in
the now much more subtle aroma of vanilla, as if her mortal disguise had
muted it somehow. His world lurched over and over again as her weight
came down on him, then lifted, feeling like a bizarre theme park ride as
the chains strapped to the thong and sides of her sandal held him
firmly in place.
Every now and then she’d glance down, smirking at him and
squeezing his head between her toes, then continuing on her walk. They
passed other people, completely oblivious to the fact that the young
woman they walked by had a tiny man held prisoner in her sandals,
helplessly bound to the bottom of her sole.
Finally, she reached her destination, walking into a large
bookstore chain. Dylan looked around wildly, trying to get a look at
where she was heading, but he couldn’t help but smile as she reached the
Fantasy section, making her way to a large display table titled “NEW
RELEASE.”
“The Adventures of Elric Far Traveled, the Seventh and Final
Volume,” she read, taking the hardcover book off the display as though
it were some long lost treasure. She chuckled as she flipped through the
pages briefly, “You really got me hooked on these!” she said, glancing
down at her foot, scrunching it over her prisoner.
“D-Do we not have the last one back upstairs?” he gasped, fighting
against the giant blonde’s weight as she shifted from side to side,
reading the book’s cover.
“No, Heaven usually doesn’t get new books and movies and stuff for
a year or so, localization issues I guess,” Corinne said with a shrug.
Dylan licked his lips, “Can we go back and read it?”
“Of course,” Corinne laughed, tucking the book under her arm and
heading for the register, “I can’t wait to see if Princess Lyria ends up
with Elric… I hope she ties that man down and teaches him the meaning
of defeat!”
Dylan scowled, “Please, Lyria loves Elric, she just won’t admit it! She’ll confess her feelings and then they’ll kiss!”
Corinne raised an eyebrow, “I suppose we’ll have to wait and see,
but perhaps that’s another one of those scenes we’ll act out later… Now
be quiet while I pay for this, I don’t want these humans to see me
talking to my feet, it’s weird.”
…
Dylan lay nestled in Corinne’s soft cleavage, the mountainous warm
orbs squeezing him on either side as he looked at the giant pages in
front of him. Corinne’s house sized face glanced down at him for
approval, and he nodded, letting her turn the page as he finished
reading. The pair read through the final page of the book together, and a
few minutes later Corinne slowly closed the book with a sigh.
“That was… something,” Corinne said dreamily.
“Elric married her after all,” Dylan said excitedly.
“Yes, but he agreed to be Lyria’s servant forever in their wedding vows,” Corinne said.
“That’s just how their relationship is,” Dylan protested, “It’s a joke between them! if he wanted to
really
be some wicked woman’s slave, he’d have ended up with Lady Greywater!”
Corinne huffed, rolling her eyes, “Don’t even bring
her
up, I’m still basking in that ending!”
Dylan chuckled a moment, “You know… for my whole life I really
wanted someone to discuss those books with, I never thought I’d have to
wait until after I died though.”
“I suppose that’s one more fantasy to cross off the list,” Corinne
said with a smile. She reached down, plucking him out of her cleavage
and clenching her fist around him as the giant blue orbs of her eyes
regarded him. “Now, onto us… I think I might keep you tiny for a few
months, what do you say?”
“I can’t wait!” Dylan beamed.
With a laugh, Corinne kissed Dylan, her massive pillowy lips smothering him and muffling his voice.