The Angels of Sex
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Category:
Paranormal/Supernatural › FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
9,264
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Prologue
TITLE: The Angels of Sex
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: Clearly, this story deals rather heavily with Christian theology. No offense is intended, but if you happen to be particularly religious I'm not at all sure this story is for you.
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Prologue
Brian shuffled the papers on his desk with a hint of nervousness. Brian wasn't his real name. He was a Dominion, an Angel of the Second Sphere, and Angels of the Second Sphere do not have names like 'Brian'. He got the name because he rather enjoyed taking a more corporeal form in Heaven and mingle with the souls from time to time. And since none of them could pronounce his true name, they had eventually started calling him Brian. For some reason the name stuck and now even Brian thought of himself as Brian. At the moment, however, Brian didn't really want to be Brian. For Brian had an appointment with a Seraph.
The souls called her Jezebel. She was a mere ten years old and in those years she had spent very little time around the Lord's Throne to sing His praises and quite a lot of time being extremely corporeal amongst the souls. Even those souls who did not enjoy Heaven in a corporeal body sometimes formed ones for themselves just to spend time with her. Probably because Jezebel was the Seraph of Sex.
Her creation had caused quite a stir in Heaven. Angels weren't supposed to deal with such matters. It was generally felt that that particular physical activity was firmly in the hands of the Demons of Lust. Perhaps that was why the Lord in His wisdom had created her. To take back at least some of that territory.
And now this controversial young Seraph had arranged a meeting with him.
A sound made Brian look up. He smiled nervously. The controversial young Seraph had just entered his office.
Brian had no real sense for physical beauty. Most angels didn't. They appreciated the light of one's soul, not the curves of one's body. But Jezebel was beautiful by any standards. Unfortunately, it was rather easy to see her corporeal beauty because she was naked. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. For some reason she had only two wings instead of the usualy seraphic six, but they were large, brilliantly white and meticulously groomed. Her breasts were large and full and they were breasts. Normally, angels with a 'female' body had two lumps of breast-shaped flesh attached to their chest. They didn't have nipples or areolae and they certainly weren't... enticing. Jezebel's very clearly did and were. And there, below a perfectly flat stomach without a navel, the Seraph had a phallus, thick, veiny, large and completely erect. Brian wasn't sure, but he quite suspected her phallus was always erect. He also quite suspected that hidden behind her sizeable testes was a perfect and fully functional vagina.
Maybe she should have been named the Seraph of Fertility rather than the Seraph of Sex. It would certainly make things easier.
"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," said Jezebel. Her voice was calm and pleasant, yet held a strange and subtle promise Brian couldn't identify.
"A Seraph requested to see me," Brian said. "I could hardly refuse. Please, be seated."
"Come now," said Jezebel as she sat down and crossed her shapely legs, "you are 606 years older than I am. I believe that does give you seniority in spite of my status as an Angel of the First Sphere."
Brian smiled, oddly relieved that most of Jezebel's cock had vanished from his sight. Although he'd be happier still if he couldn't see her breasts either. He stared directly into her blue eyes and found them deep, innocent and affectionate, mostly, but not completely, hiding a seraphic will.
"I assume you wanted to see me because you would like some angels assigned to you?" Brian said.
"Yes," said Jezebel. "Twelve, to begin with. Regular Angels will more than suffice, though I do want there to be at least one Archangel amongst them."
"That will be difficult," said Brian.
"I am aware of that," said Jezebel. "But I intend to start small, helping individual humans and such. Truly big efforts can wait until later."
"I am sure they can," said Brian, smiling desperately. "But I mostly meant it will be difficult to find twelve angels willing to serve Sex."
"I was afraid that was what you meant," Jezebel said. "But I must have them."
"I will certainly try, of course," said Brian. "Though, if you don't mind my asking, wouldn't it be easier to have a Dominion under you as well?"
"To regulate the duties of only twelve angels?" Jezebel said with a smile. "No, I think I can manage on my own. Besides, I intend to build a very... personal... relationship with all my servants."
"Fair enough," said Brian. "I think it would be easy to interest more ambitious Angels for your service. After all, Angels very rarely get to interact with Seraphs directly. But, I suppose..."
"You suppose correctly. I do not want ambitious Angels," said Jezebel. "I want Angels that care about humanity. I'd also like it if they understood humanity, but I'll gladly settle for caring."
"Mmm. I'll tap some our long-term Earth operatives, a few nurses and a couple of our youngest Angels. And I'll put the word out you are looking for volunteers, naturally. Do you have any further requirements?"
"They must assume corporeal bodies. Permanently."
"P-permanently?" Brian sputtered. "Isn't that a bit... extreme?"
"My discipline is very physical. My servants must understand what it is like to have a body. We too easily forget when we return to an immaterial state."
"Of course, but still..." said Brian. "To prevent their souls from being within the Light of Our Lord. You may be asking too much."
"I'm aware of that," said Jezebel. "Trust me, I am aware of that. And I will do everything I can to ease that pain. But I'm still asking it."
"Very well," said Brian. "I cannot deny a request from a Seraph. But you are not making my task any easier."
"I know," said Jezebel. She stood up. Brian couldn't help but noticing that her phallus was still as rigid as it was when she first came in. "I will not blame you if you cannot find a dozen angels for me. But as long as you give it your best shot, you will have my gratitude."
"Thank you," said Brian. "I admit, no Seraph has ever been grateful for anything I did for them. So thank you."
Jezebel smiled beautifully. "Well, that's because they've never really had a body for any length of time." She nodded politely. "Goodbye, Brian. I look forward to interviewing whoever you manage to find for me."
The Seraph turned around and left. Brian breathed out slowly. He didn't usually breathe, but he liked the calming effect of breathing and he needed something calming right now.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. And then he was gone. Or at least, his body was gone. Brian raced across Heaven, his mind reaching out in every direction, searching for Angels and Archangels willing to serve Sex.
He had his work cut out for him.
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
RATING: NC-17
NOTE: Clearly, this story deals rather heavily with Christian theology. No offense is intended, but if you happen to be particularly religious I'm not at all sure this story is for you.
* * * * *
Prologue
Brian shuffled the papers on his desk with a hint of nervousness. Brian wasn't his real name. He was a Dominion, an Angel of the Second Sphere, and Angels of the Second Sphere do not have names like 'Brian'. He got the name because he rather enjoyed taking a more corporeal form in Heaven and mingle with the souls from time to time. And since none of them could pronounce his true name, they had eventually started calling him Brian. For some reason the name stuck and now even Brian thought of himself as Brian. At the moment, however, Brian didn't really want to be Brian. For Brian had an appointment with a Seraph.
The souls called her Jezebel. She was a mere ten years old and in those years she had spent very little time around the Lord's Throne to sing His praises and quite a lot of time being extremely corporeal amongst the souls. Even those souls who did not enjoy Heaven in a corporeal body sometimes formed ones for themselves just to spend time with her. Probably because Jezebel was the Seraph of Sex.
Her creation had caused quite a stir in Heaven. Angels weren't supposed to deal with such matters. It was generally felt that that particular physical activity was firmly in the hands of the Demons of Lust. Perhaps that was why the Lord in His wisdom had created her. To take back at least some of that territory.
And now this controversial young Seraph had arranged a meeting with him.
A sound made Brian look up. He smiled nervously. The controversial young Seraph had just entered his office.
Brian had no real sense for physical beauty. Most angels didn't. They appreciated the light of one's soul, not the curves of one's body. But Jezebel was beautiful by any standards. Unfortunately, it was rather easy to see her corporeal beauty because she was naked. She had long blonde hair and blue eyes. For some reason she had only two wings instead of the usualy seraphic six, but they were large, brilliantly white and meticulously groomed. Her breasts were large and full and they were breasts. Normally, angels with a 'female' body had two lumps of breast-shaped flesh attached to their chest. They didn't have nipples or areolae and they certainly weren't... enticing. Jezebel's very clearly did and were. And there, below a perfectly flat stomach without a navel, the Seraph had a phallus, thick, veiny, large and completely erect. Brian wasn't sure, but he quite suspected her phallus was always erect. He also quite suspected that hidden behind her sizeable testes was a perfect and fully functional vagina.
Maybe she should have been named the Seraph of Fertility rather than the Seraph of Sex. It would certainly make things easier.
"Thank you for seeing me on such short notice," said Jezebel. Her voice was calm and pleasant, yet held a strange and subtle promise Brian couldn't identify.
"A Seraph requested to see me," Brian said. "I could hardly refuse. Please, be seated."
"Come now," said Jezebel as she sat down and crossed her shapely legs, "you are 606 years older than I am. I believe that does give you seniority in spite of my status as an Angel of the First Sphere."
Brian smiled, oddly relieved that most of Jezebel's cock had vanished from his sight. Although he'd be happier still if he couldn't see her breasts either. He stared directly into her blue eyes and found them deep, innocent and affectionate, mostly, but not completely, hiding a seraphic will.
"I assume you wanted to see me because you would like some angels assigned to you?" Brian said.
"Yes," said Jezebel. "Twelve, to begin with. Regular Angels will more than suffice, though I do want there to be at least one Archangel amongst them."
"That will be difficult," said Brian.
"I am aware of that," said Jezebel. "But I intend to start small, helping individual humans and such. Truly big efforts can wait until later."
"I am sure they can," said Brian, smiling desperately. "But I mostly meant it will be difficult to find twelve angels willing to serve Sex."
"I was afraid that was what you meant," Jezebel said. "But I must have them."
"I will certainly try, of course," said Brian. "Though, if you don't mind my asking, wouldn't it be easier to have a Dominion under you as well?"
"To regulate the duties of only twelve angels?" Jezebel said with a smile. "No, I think I can manage on my own. Besides, I intend to build a very... personal... relationship with all my servants."
"Fair enough," said Brian. "I think it would be easy to interest more ambitious Angels for your service. After all, Angels very rarely get to interact with Seraphs directly. But, I suppose..."
"You suppose correctly. I do not want ambitious Angels," said Jezebel. "I want Angels that care about humanity. I'd also like it if they understood humanity, but I'll gladly settle for caring."
"Mmm. I'll tap some our long-term Earth operatives, a few nurses and a couple of our youngest Angels. And I'll put the word out you are looking for volunteers, naturally. Do you have any further requirements?"
"They must assume corporeal bodies. Permanently."
"P-permanently?" Brian sputtered. "Isn't that a bit... extreme?"
"My discipline is very physical. My servants must understand what it is like to have a body. We too easily forget when we return to an immaterial state."
"Of course, but still..." said Brian. "To prevent their souls from being within the Light of Our Lord. You may be asking too much."
"I'm aware of that," said Jezebel. "Trust me, I am aware of that. And I will do everything I can to ease that pain. But I'm still asking it."
"Very well," said Brian. "I cannot deny a request from a Seraph. But you are not making my task any easier."
"I know," said Jezebel. She stood up. Brian couldn't help but noticing that her phallus was still as rigid as it was when she first came in. "I will not blame you if you cannot find a dozen angels for me. But as long as you give it your best shot, you will have my gratitude."
"Thank you," said Brian. "I admit, no Seraph has ever been grateful for anything I did for them. So thank you."
Jezebel smiled beautifully. "Well, that's because they've never really had a body for any length of time." She nodded politely. "Goodbye, Brian. I look forward to interviewing whoever you manage to find for me."
The Seraph turned around and left. Brian breathed out slowly. He didn't usually breathe, but he liked the calming effect of breathing and he needed something calming right now.
He closed his eyes and concentrated. And then he was gone. Or at least, his body was gone. Brian raced across Heaven, his mind reaching out in every direction, searching for Angels and Archangels willing to serve Sex.
He had his work cut out for him.