In the beginning, god created the angels. Intending them to be humanities protectors at the time in which he finished with the grand design. Their lives were blissful at first in their celestial father's house. Cares washed away from them as they bathed in the glory and love of their god. The angels spent their days playing with each other, testing out the new ideas God was planning on using for mankind's creation, feeling differing emotions, desires, physical interactions and want for more.
Then bitterness set in when man came to the world. Slowly we were created over years of evolution, god creating in the process free will and the ability to disbelieve. The creator went out of its way to form a world that was set up so that questioning and disbelief could flower. Free will was the necessity of the experiment and the angels became enraged by their own lack of it. Despite their purpose to protect us they fought against us, attempting to drive us out of the garden of Eden, a place they felt was too sacred to house humanity.
Fearing that this would occur, the creator took action insuring that no seraph could physically hurt a human being. It never informed any of its creations. God sat back and prepared to see how the interaction between its two greatest achievements would proceed. Within the garden lies a glorious tree, from its branches grew the fruit of the morning star. A single bite from this tree reveals all the emotion that comes from what was later deemed the Id. Knowing humanity would eventually eat from the tree, because of free will, God had not foretold the exact way it would occur.
Without interacting the almighty watched as the two guardians of the tree took their bite and eternally changed the history of mankind.
Adam had looked upon the tree with wonder, seeing the ripe red fruit and desiring it more than anything else. Eve, his wife and co-guardian, felt the same towards the fruit that never fell to the ground. They had been watching over it for several years, not taking the plunge to bite, though the want was there. Pure strength of belief and devotion had kept them from doing so.
On this tragic day their world would be shattered. From the tree a glowing light appeared revealing a shape similar to theirs, yet with distinct differences. It was neither man nor woman yet held attributes of both. Smooth skin of a great pale was firmly in place around its body. Its chest, although broad like Adam's, had small mounds reminiscent of breasts. Hips rounded more like Eve's wound their way down to long legs. In between the legs there swung a penis yet hiding underneath was the opening that Eve had fondly referred to as her 'pleasure palace'.
Despite the amalgamation of the two sexes bodily structures the most notable feature was its face. Sweet, comforting features beaconed brightly beneath dark black hair that fell in sharp contrast across its pale shoulders. Inviting them into depths unknown the eyes shown bright white, no pupil but merely light shining from within. Both guardians saw this figure and wondered at its beauty.
This was beauty only their beloved creator could have constructed.
Adam and Eve fell to their knees in front of the heavenly being that shone down upon them, floating only a few feet above ground. Eyes steadfastly seeing nothing but the ground before them out of fear they had already seen too much. Neither was shy, having no clothing on, their own nakedness being as normal as anything else. The garden never wavered in its temperature, so there was never any need for them to understand the concept of clothing.
The angel smiled, looking down upon them, and spoke in a voice that rang out as if harp string notes drifted from its mouth, "Please, I do not deserve such praise. Raise your heads and look upon me. I am merely a messenger of God, but do not deserve the respect that you would give him."
This was only partially true. The angel was not a messenger of god but had ventured to the tree of life of its own accord. Attempting to tempt the guardians was its primary goal in order to place seraphs back into its father's singular sight. Though it was the initial creation of God, it truly did not deserve the respect that the two were displaying for it.
Slowly rising, trying their best to look upon the spectacular visage that was before them, Eve was the first to venture any words, "Why have you graced us with your beauty?"
Laughter erupted from the angel as it descended to the ground, attempting eye level with the two humans. "I have a message for you. Our father has decided that for the hard work you, his servants, have done a reward is in order."
Eve became excited at the prospect that she was to be granted something for their work. Adam was equally delighted, but only showed it through a smile and his engorged erection. Eve noticed this right away and was happy for she enjoyed what they did with his engorged manhood. How fun it had been to place that inside her happy place. Feeling it was the greatest pleasure she had ever had and with it came the sense that she was the lock for a very special key.
"Before you is the tree of the morning star. Within its fruit is the knowledge of angels and it has been bestowed upon you the allowance to eat from the tree, the experience will feel as ascending into the heavens to sit amongst us." Too many teeth were displayed from the angel's mouth, in what appeared as an evil snarl.
Adam and Eve, though, had no reason to believe that any messenger of god could harbor ill will. With the words directed, both of them rushed to the tree, promptly picking a fruit for each of them. Outside the fruit was plump, squishy to touch. Biting through the exterior was of great ease. The taste of the fruit was not what was expected. Although enticing and causing an immediate euphoria the taste was very much like copper. Red juices dripped down over their chins over their bodies. Where ever the juice touched their skin surges of sensation ran rampant.
Eve felt alive in every part of her body. She kept grabbing fruit after fruit, drinking of its nectar and rubbing herself all over in its juice. Taking one of the fruits she rubbed its soft squishy texture across her sex, tingling the knob that is her center of pleasure. Pushing too hard the skin broke and her pussy erupted in orgasm as merely a few drops of the juice dripped along her folds. Falling to the ground onto her back, moaning with intense desire and unholy need her eyes shut tight as each orgasm exploded.