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A small trembling hand took the paper from its place and she opened it. Inside in the same red-gold iridescent ink was that same perfect hand writing.
"Kaylena. In three days a wounded stranger will come to your door in search of help. Take him inside your home without him asking for assistance and then ravage him. The stranger is the angel Raelaael. You need his seed to mix with mine to create our Queen. The pregnancy will be short. Those of the Divine age 6 times faster than mortals. You will be pregnant for one full lunar cycle and our Queen will reach human maturity in 3 human years. In 4 of your years she will be of suitable age to take to her destiny. At that time, our contract will be complete."
Kaylena set the paper down after reading it and she watched it dissolve into a thousand small moths with papyrus wings and flap madly to her fire place and up the flue. Kaylena suddenly felt very cold and very alone, but she was filled with a happiness that she couldn't explain.
For the next 3 days, Kaylena went about cleaning her cottage, cleaning her clothes, and stocking her wood pile for the months of hard winter that were due to arrive. On the third day there was a heavy snow that set in, intensifying as the day grew long. The wind picked up and began to howl around the small stone house. Kaylena lit a fire and sat in a large basket chair, preparing herself for her guest. She had noticed over the last few hours a delicious fluid movement in her pussy as she moved. The feeling was warming and electric at the same time, sticking to the deepest parts of her sex instead of trying to seep out as it should.
Kaylena started some stew for supper and restocked the fire. She grew impatient and excited as the night settled in, anxious to meet her visitor; anxious to meet her destiny.
The meal was eaten, the fire had been restocked twice, and for Kaylena, the minutes passing slowly were decades. She didn't have a clock and was too far from town to hear the church's clock tower; not that she could have over the wind, but she was sure it was nearing midnight.
"That lying demon bastard," Kaylena spat. She changed out of her dress and into her old, frayed cotton dressing gown. She shuffled unhappily to her pantry and selected a dark, unlabeled bottle, neglecting to fetch a glass as she moved back past her cupboards to her large basket chair. Kaylena dropped unceremoniously into seat and the second the bottle touched her lips, she heard a faint knocking at the door.
In an instant, her heart was pounding, her head swimming, and her pussy was throbbing.
"Oh thank you for not lying to me, Master, thank you!" she said softly, the liquid feeling deep in her cunt swirling to rekindle the flames within her. Kaylena felt like she was floating, like she was doing something very important, and like she was only an observer in the room as the scene unfolded around her.
The door opened and a man wearing strange armor was at the step, a stain of crimson ran down his back plate and blood matted the lush blonde locks trailing down the man's back. A strangled "help" was heard and the man went limp, visibly relaxing with a deep sigh. Kaylena drug him into the cottage onto the furs before her fireplace and rolled him over. The man was absolutely beautiful.
His features were too perfect for him to human. His face seemed to be symmetrical, his features were chiseled stone covered by flawless skin. He looked so gentle and so peaceful that Kaylena was taken aback by the majesty of the man before her and she nearly sat there and simply stared at him. With a shake of her head she was back to reality and began trying to unbuckle the man's armor. It took her a few minutes, but Kaylena finally pried the metal from the man and threw it aside with a clatter.
The wound was worse than she would have thought. It was oozing dark crimson blood and what appeared to be black ichor, and Kaylena had no idea how much blood he had lost already. With nothing else at hand, she began tearing strips of her night shirt off and using them as bandages to tie around his chest and compress against the wound. With help, the angel managed to sit up and she moved behind him, helping to prop him up as she tied the fabric around him. By the time she was finished, she was wearing nothing at all, and all that was left of her night shirt was a collection of tatters on the floor beside her. She laid the angel down again, his eyes closed, arms lying on the warm stones before the fire place.
Kaylena knelt beside the angel, straddling one of his powerful arms, and she spoke for the first time since he arrived. "Are you going to be okay?" her voice was clear and strong in the darkness.
The angelic eyes open and Kaylena was mystified. Those sacred orbs were a mixture of green and gold; taking in everything, but the gaze was forced and unfocused. They settled on Kaylena's face and she felt them move down her body, taking in every inch of every curve. His tired eyes took special care over the folds of her exposed pussy lips, protruding delicately from the twin curves of her mound. He noticed the smoothly shaven snatch and his tongue peeked through barely parted lips, wetting them slightly.
"Thank you," the angel's voice said, some strength returning to it, though it was still very weak. "I think it was too little too late, however," the angel said and his body was wracked by a coughing fit.
"Please, my Lord, is there anything I can do to ease your suffering? Anything at all..." Kaylena said, her voice trailing. She felt the fingers of the creature before her rise against her sex, tickling along her pussy lips. The feeling was more than electric, it was lightening. Her toes curled from his merest touch and her whole body shivered. It took all she had to not fall over onto the angel.