Cw: identity fuckery, transwoman to femboy, Empty Spaces, mind break
Studies of those spawned and affected by the Empty has been an exhausting and very thrilling adventure. From the dynamic of dolls and witches, to things such as slimes and demons; all of these instances are fascinating.
In todays lecture I wish to focus on angels. Angels are formed from those fragile souls who have lives of intense sexual trauma. A common thread of a pure soul surrounded by corrupting forces taint the stories of these interesting people. And as we have detailed documentation that any human can become tainted and changed by the Empty in our world, we see a very unique perversion with angels and those around them.
Angels live with an aura of purity that incites one of two responses after enough time has passed: either a protective feeling of nurturing, or a lustful primal desire to sexually dominate and corrupt the source of the aura.
As such, the trauma strings to these poor pure souls is extensive enough that if they were not affected by the changes from the Empty, that extensive therapy would be beneficial. As such, the ultimate fate of many are of souls that attract and tempt with their purity the sexual submission and corruption within a human soul. Angels thus become tainted, their halos crumbling, and only restoring with time. But with their halo comes with the aura of purity.
In discussing this topic my mind goes to a case of an individual. Going by Nikole in public, this transwoman had strained relations with her family... and sought out new family in her attempt at finding a new life. Unfortunately for her, the overlaying of the Empty affected her greatly and created a textbook situation with her mentor, friend, and roommate.
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Nikki was small, lithe, and would be the perfect victim in any story. While her identity as a transfemme was solid in her public life, those around her had a corrupted fixation on when she had been an effeminate boy, a femboy.
Her roommates, ten years older on average, began treating her like a younger sibling of sorts. But the most concerning was the very motherly type, another transwoman who smelled the vanilla intoxicant. Deana: heavy built with a large matron chest and figure, noted in private with her suitors for her very demanding member despite years of hormone therapy. Deana became very fixated on tending to Nikki, making small advances...until...
Rain fell heavy against the apartment windows, the darkness of the streets below only illuminated by the street lamps rays against the droplets. Nikki sprawled across her bed, a hand across her crotch as she flipped through her own personal stash of porn. As there was not much to do on such a night, her small member was happy to be teased and pleasured.
*knock knock*
She grabbed a nearby blanket, slinging across her body as the door opened. The head of the households matron smiled, the backdrop of the hallway light and small drift of various kitchen smells that lingered on her.
"Hey Nikki, just wanted to check on how you were doing."
The blushing Angel didn't respond, nor rejected the woman inviting herself into the young girls space. The older woman strode with grace and ease towards the bed, sitting beside the quickly-adjusted roommate.
"The others are gone for the evening," Deana started, " Marks gone for the weekend to party upstate. Michelles busy with a midnight movie marathon at her friends. So its really just the two of us, sweetie."
A chill ran up her spine. So many times she had called her sweetie, and each time had a certain charge to it. But this time there was something behind it. Something...wanton.
Deana's eyes flashed, was that a..hue of red behind them? To Deana's mind, she had never been really attracted to any types other than large fluffy masculine types. But there was something so...fluid about her much smaller roommate that just...made the urge to domme so strong. She wanted so badly to make a move, to take over and...but she needed to take her time.
The thick manicured hand gently moved to the knee still hidden under the blanket. A comforting squeeze, and a smile, both lingering longer than necessary.
Nikki's eyes shone with this feeling overcoming her. Deana had taken care of her early in her transition, acting as a mentor, an idol, and a mother to her. But this...
"Oh, whats this on your phone?"
Shit!
Her hand moved quickly to the device hiding behind Nikki's ass, the screen still lit up. Embarrassment bloomed first as a radiant light, then a burning fire. A tsk tsk came from the lips in between the soft brown cheeks framed by her short hair.
"Look at all of this art of cute boys, so fragile. Oh! And this one where hes fucked by two girls!"
Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!
