Zadkiel swooped down into the dark forest clearing on his wide graceful wings. His eyes were alert to danger and his long broadsword sparkled with blue flame. He assumed a defensive posture and assessed his surroundings. He'd been summoned by a prayer for help from a human girl. He wasn't particularly familiar with her, but knew her to still be a virgin despite her 19 years. He saddened at the thought that so few lasted to that age any more. But this girl was one of them. She'd trusted in the Lord, and Zadkiel needed to ensure that trust was not misplaced.
Archangels did not make a habit of answering the prayers of individual humans, but this call was for rescue from a demon. According to the girl's plea, the unidentified demon had been stalking her for weeks, gradually breaking down her defenses in pursuit of a freely given virginity, a prize that would earn him accolades in hell. She hadn't actually seen the demon, but had experienced waking visions of herself, in the throes of orgasm, brought on by a dark entity that appeared as a black mist and seemed to enter her mind at will. She was of strong faith and knew the consequences of succumbing, but the pleasures of the flesh are among the most tempting, and she prayed for salvation, unsure how much longer she could resist.
Zadkiel was tired of seeing humans fall to Satan. Some fought hard and received redemption through Christ, but most did not. Being the angel of benevolence and mercy, he refused to see this innocent girl fall into sin, especially to the benefit of some selfish demon. He'd flown on the wind to her last known location, hoping to find her and vanquish her pursuer. What she was doing in this dark part of the woods was unknown, but he could sense evil here, and needed to be on his guard. Had she been deceived into venturing to this vile place?
His pointed ears twitched left and right, hoping for sight or sound of her. As he ventured deeper into the wood, he felt cold and very alone. He knew his Father would always be there to protect him, but at the moment he could not feel His presence. It was disturbing to feel so isolated, and it made him fearful. But he ventured forward nonetheless.
Finally, Zadkiel saw her, huddled against a tree in a leaf-covered corner of the clearing. She was crying, naked, and alone. His heart leapt with relief at finding her and he rushed to her side, placing his sword on the ground. He wished he had a blanket- anything to cover her with, to comfort her, but he had no more clothing than she.
"Who... who are you?" she asked.
"I am Zadkiel, an angel, and I have heard your prayer." Her eyes grew wide with amazement and gratitude. It isn't every day a human is rescued by a hairless, buck naked, seven-foot-tall adonis with wings, glowing with blue-white radiance and brandishing a fire sword. "The demon, is he here?"
"I... I don't know. I think he was here, but now he's gone. I'm so... so cold."
Zadkiel did the only thing he could. He scooped her into his muscular arms and walked to the middle of the clearing, then squatted down cross-legged, placed her in his lap, and wrapped his large wings around them both. He was glad she was safe for now, but she wouldn't be forever as long as the demon was out there. He needed more information.
"Your name is Rebecca, yes?" She nodded. "Why are you here, in these woods? What led you to this awful place?"
Rebecca looked up at him with sorrow. "I don't know. I felt... compelled. I was getting ready for bed, then half way through my prayers I just... I don't know. I had to come here. I don't even remember where here is."
"And your clothing? What happened to your clothes?" Zadkiel looked down and took in her naked form fully for the first time. She was undeniably beautiful. Her body was long and slender and her creamy white skin seemed to glow in the halo surrounding them both. Her well developed breasts sat prominently atop her chest, her large pink nipples erect from the chill. His eyes lingered on her form a few seconds longer than necessary, but neither of them noticed the lapse. They both knew angels were incapable of being attracted to humans- at least angels obedient to God.
"I took them off before I came here. I don't know why. I don't remember feeling hot or cold. I just... I don't know- it's all such a blur."
Zadkiel wondered if she'd been compelled to do anything else once she got there, anything... indecent, with her body... but he dared not suggest it or ask. Those details were between her and God now. It was his job only to ensure the demon didn't tip the scales in favor of sin. "We should get you home, I think," he said, "away from this place."
"Please, not yet- please just hold me. I haven't felt safe in so long." Zadkiel was feeling increasingly alarmed that he could not feel the presence of the Lord, and the sense that great evil was nearby had not faded, but his compassion overcame his good sense and he continued to hold her, tightly but gently, against his body. Zadkiel told himself that if the demon wanted to violate the poor girl tonight, he probably would have done so already. Rebecca laid her head down and put one hand on his muscular chest. The other snaked around his back. She mewed appreciation and he allowed himself to feel a shimmer of joy in her comfort. When she stopped shivering, she let her hand trail down his chest, brushing past his toned stomach, to rest on the crease between his hip and leg, just a few inches from his large, limp phallus.
It was a seemingly innocent gesture, but elicited something in him, a feeling he had never experienced before, one he should have been incapable of experiencing. He wasn't actually sure what it was, so foreign was the sensation. He glanced down at Rebecca to see if she noticed anything different. She was reclined across his thigh, just as she had been, taking long relaxed breaths, cooing pleasantly. Her soft face and form were so distinctly feminine, and so beautiful in their innocence. Once again, he let his eyes linger on the delicate curves of her hips, on the roundness of her breasts, on the tenderness of her sex.
When Rebecca noticed him looking at her, she sat more upright to lean against him, causing each of her ample breasts to flow back to its natural teardrop shape. Her nipples were still quite erect, tipping up and out from her young chest. She gently drew one of them back and forth across him by swaying ever so slightly. The motion also rubbed her moist loins subtly against his leg.
Zadkiel was confused. Rebecca was clearly appreciative of his help, but if he wasn't mistaken, she seemed at least partially aroused. He knew she was a faithful virgin, chaste and good; what did she know of flesh? The foreign feeling he had earlier grew perceptibly stronger. It was quite distracting actually- a mixture of apprehension and excitement- as though in preparation for a battle he knew he would win. He still wasn't sure what to make of it, but it was paralyzing. Rebecca looked up at him, her bright eyes meeting his as she briefly wet her lips with her tongue. He blinked in surprise. What was happening here?
"I really want to thank you, Zadkiel. You saved me tonight and I'll be forever grateful. If only there was a way to show my appreciation...." With that, she reached down just a bit further and caressed his penis with her small hand. Zadkiel hadn't even noticed how much longer and thicker it had grown over the last few moments, something it had never done before. But he did notice the unbelievable pleasure of her touch. As her fingers encircled the thick shaft, both his body and penis stiffened further, and she smiled in admiration.
"What...wait, Rebecca... what are you... doing?" he asked hesitantly, still unable or unwilling to move. He was normally so strong and confident, always sure of the right path. All he'd ever needed to do was be obedient to God. But God was conspicuously absent at the moment, and he was being bombarded by emotions he'd never even imagined. Part of him knew he should try to leave and end this, but no amount of willpower could overcome the physical draw Rebecca was creating. As an angel Zadkiel had never known sexual touch, or even desire. He'd never experienced arousal before, and yet, however it was happening, he was being flooded with it now. It was intoxicating in a way unknown to him, and he was defenseless against it.
"I'm just... showing my gratitude..." she said enticingly, never breaking eye contact and beginning to stroke him. She skillfully sat forward on his leg and brought her other hand to the nape of his neck, moving her face close to his as she continued to manipulate his manhood. "What a strong, powerful body you have, Zadkiel. What a large... potent... cock!"
She pressed her lips to his and he melted in her embrace. When her tongue entered his mouth he was overwhelmed with weakness. He closed his eyes and moaned, and after a few more strokes along his shaft, he broke their kiss and fell backward onto his soft wings, his muscular arms and legs slumping outstretched to the ground. Rebecca pounced on top and straddled him just above his hips, one hand still gripping his throbbing erection behind her, the other caressing his broad chest.
Zadkiel opened his eyes and was rewarded with every man's fantasy. Rebecca's drenched pussy was open and rubbing against his abs. As she leaned forward, her round breasts swayed heavily above him, begging for attention. Her pretty face looked down, her eyes ablaze, her smile still present but decidedly more seductive now than sweet. The subtlety of her intentions had dissolved into an obvious hunger.
"Zadkiel, so noble, so willing to help those in need. You've helped so many, so many like me. You deserve to be rewarded. I want to do that- reward you. I want your perfect body pressed against mine. You've earned it after all these centuries of devotion. Let me be your prize!"
