The white silken curtains billow softly as a warm breeze drifts in through the arched windows. A soft light cascades between them and warms the sheets on the large, rounded bed that Aiden lays in.
His eyes flutter and he emits a low groan. His vision is blurry and slowly focuses on the tall arched ceiling above him. Marble with gold engraving and decoration etched in decorative patterns.
In a sudden flash, his eyes widen as his memories flood back into him. A battlefield, an orcish horde descending upon his troop. A speech, a final stand, a stalwart banner waving in the harsh wind as he readies his kite shield, adorned with the sigil of his goddess, and draws his sword. He charges. Nothing.
He bolts upright as he remembers, panting, his bare chest muscled and toned from his years of service as a paladin for the goddess. Bare? He looks down at himself. He wore nothing beneath the sheets. And what's more peculiar, the scars that crossed his abdomen and chest were gone. He lifts a hand and brushes it across his shoulder, no aches? No injuries at all to be found, why was he in what he assumed to be an infirmary back at the temple?
He freezes in place as a realization slowly dawns over him. He isn't injured, he is dead.
As he sits for a moment trying to process this, he hears a soft fluttering. Lifting his head, he sees her. The most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes upon.
She has a warm smile and deep golden eyes. A narrow face is framed by long, wavy golden hair that drifts down her shoulders and over a tight fitting white cloth that wraps around her large breasts. Her toned abdomen is fully on display and a long skirt flows from her hips to her ankles. Her most stunning feature, however, is the pair of white feathered wings outstretched to either side of her shoulders.
"Aiden?" She asks, her voice seems to echo across the walls and hum like a sweet melody, comforting and alluring in equal measure.
"Were we victorious?" Are his first words. A deep, rough voice that somehow masks the angel's kindness in tone.
A smile crosses her lips and she takes a few steps forward into the room. "The Golden Brigade suffered heavy losses, their commander, you, included. But they held steadfast, the temple and the township were unharmed and the people are safe," she promises him.
He sighs in relief, his shoulders relaxing and his head dropping. "Then I've fulfilled my duty," he says quietly in acceptance.
"More so than you realize," the angel says, "welcome to Elysium. My name is Essarah, I was your guardian angel in your life, and I am one part of your eternal reward for your devotion, and your sacrifice." Essarah steps her foot back and bows deeply, her arms outstretched to the sides in a form of submission.
Aiden furrows his brows. "Reward? I didn't devote my life to her righteousness for a reward?" He exclaims, sitting upright in his bed and gazing at the angel. Despite his words, he felt himself stirring beneath the covers looking at her. "I didn't sacrifice myself for a reward, I did it for the people of Rilfeld. I did it to protect the innocent."
Essarah's smile widens. "Precisely," she praises, taking another step forward, nearly reaching the foot of the bed that Aiden laid naked in. "You devoted yourself so fully to her cause, you never wed, you never settled, and you never had a chance to enjoy the pleasures of life."
She reaches behind her, fiddling with a tie for the silk holding her breasts to her chest. "Your fight is over, holy knight of Adresa. The battle is won, and you've earned a reward, whether you wished for it or not," she says as she slowly pulls the cloth away, revealing her large but perky globes to Aiden.
He gulps, unable to take his eyes off of her beauty. He reaches a hand forward and caresses her abdomen with the back of his fingers. He looks up into her eyes.
She was right, he never had a chance to feel a woman's touch, despite 44 years of life, he never pursued such pleasures no matter how hard they gripped at his mind.
She lifts her knee and places it on the bed. Shifting her weight to crawl up onto the white sheets. Aiden leans back onto his elbows as she straddles him, her skirt pooling above her knees.
Her delicate hands brush against his cheeks and she pulls, drawing him to her lips and embracing him in a kiss. His eyes flutter closed as they meet and she hugs him close against her, her breasts pressing against his chest.
He was in heaven, she felt so warm, so soft against his skin, a polar opposite to the life he had led.
Essarah remains in his lap for a long time, her lips pressed against his. He feels himself growing beneath the covers, harder and harder the longer she sits on him.
She feels this, no doubt, as she smiles and giggles into the kiss. Pulling back just an inch or two to look him in the eyes. She begins gyrating her hips, rocking herself back and forth on his lap. He can't help but moan as the pressure is applied up and down his member.
