Two Angels in the Morning

Two Angels of stone come to life

Mille Dynamite

© Copyright 2025 by Millie Dynamite

NOTE:

This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Two Angels in the Morning

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge.

Below this line are exactly 750 words:

In the early morning, a little before dawn, I rose and walked in the fresh, cool air of the mountains. Gazing to the east, toward the spot where the sun would slide upward soon, I saw mountain after mountain climbing into the sky. One could glean the impression they were islands rising from a misty ocean.

A thick fog hung in the valleys like a motionless sea. It was the summer of my 27

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year, and I was a sad man indeed. For my wife had left me for another. As I walked, I contemplated the errors that led me to such a state of affairs.

I turned onto an old, overgrown path. The night was all but gone, the twilight growing brighter and brighter every few moments. Dipping into and out of the thick fog as I descended and arose on the winding trail, I realized the sun now hung above the horizon.

I became aware of a brown marble tombstone some 20 or 30 feet before me. On either side of the marker stood white, granite angels. They were about a foot taller than the impressive headstone. The tall, lean guardians of the grave had beautiful faces, long hair, and no clothing.

I found several things about this odd. The first strange thing that struck me was their lack of clothing. The second peculiar thing to me—why a lone grave with such a grand marker, tucked away in this secluded clearing. The final oddity was why I had found it only this morning.

There was no name on the marker. Only a few words of explanation.

Here Lies two Succubi.

Flee for your life

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A cold chill ran through my bones.

As I stared at the grave and stone, I felt eyes gazing upon me. A quick glance around confirmed I alone stood in the clear. As my gaze returned to the stone, the angle on the right caught my eye. She stared at me. I swear, a moment before, she'd been looking at the ground in front at the foot of the obelisk.

Her hands had been reaching toward the gave and now stretched toward me. Mere moments before, her feet were together. But now they were spaced apart as if she stepped toward me.

I staggered back and pressed against something cold. Hands warped around me, and a cold, deadish voice whispered in my ear.

"Love us."

Hard nipples speared my back, and firm, round breasts squashed against me. Her cold flesh bit me, but the fire within me raged like a summer blaze. The other woman knelt before me, her hands trembling but soft as they explored my groin. Alabaster fingers deftly unzipped my pants, releasing my stiffening prick.

"You're hard, darling!"

At the same time, the woman on her knees ran her tongue over my cock. Sending icy shivers of desire through my body. Their flesh was supple, inviting, lighting a fire inside me. And yet, they felt lifeless, but what they did to me.

At the same time, the being on her knees ran her tongue over my cock. Shivers of raw desire coursed through my body. Their flesh was supple and inviting, but it felt lifeless. As if the dead gave intense pleasure to me.

Things turned foggy as the morning had been. Things became hazy, not unlike the morning fog that rolled around us. The warm sun was gone.

I lay on the ground, one woman mounting my mouth while the other attended to my crotch. My tongue delved into the soft folds of her sex, savoring her hinged scent and teasing her clit with gentle flicks of my tongue. Her moans filled the room, mingling with the sounds of lust from the woman riding me.

"Oh, yes," she moaned, grinding her hips against my face. Her nails dug into my back, urging me on as I continued to feast on her wetness. Meanwhile, the other woman's skilled pussy engulfed me entirely.

Lost in a sea of delight, I bucked my hips against her. She took me deeper side. Her hands gripped my body tightly, urging me to let go as she increased her pace. With a final surge, I erupted inside her, letting out a muffled cry.

But my cock didn't deflate. It stood hard, straight, and still needed something more. The women exchanged places, and it continued.

Just because I'm telling you this doesn't mean I am still living. For I'm with them now, as are many others.