The Angels of Sex

Rose


She was called Rose, but not very often. She was one of the Angels tasked with tending the Divine Gardens. She rather liked gardening, although she quite suspected this was because she was created to be a gardener and, therefore, a fondness for gardening had been included in her personality at the moment of her creation. And she liked it all the more because she could see the beauty in plants and flowers. A field of grass could take her breath away, the light reflected off a raindrop on the leaf of a tree could make her burst out in tears of joy (but only metaphorically, because she usually didn't have tearducts). She was still grateful to her superior for granting her this sense of natural beauty, and the fact that he only gave it to her so that she would be any good at her job didn't diminish that gratitude.

But there was one small downside to her work in the Divine Gardens: the souls. Yes, true, most of the Gardens existed to bring joy to their afterlives, but they kept messing around with it. Rose didn't mind if the souls just strolled down the paths and appreciated the same beauty she appreciated, but she got very upset when they just yanked flowers out of the ground or snapped branches from the trees. She couldn't understand why the souls would go to such lengths to damage the perfect artistry of the Gardens. She'd corporeated a few times just to ask them that very question, but the answers never made sense. It had dawned on Rose that before she could understand the answer, she needed to understand a lot of other things first. Most of all she needed to understand 'romantic', whatever that was. But she was just a gardener and gardeners weren't usually allowed to study.

Then opportunity presented itself. It had come to Rose's attention that one of the Seraphs was looking for angels to enter into its service. Rumour had it that any angel serving her would have a lot of contact with humans. If it were true, then Rose could finally figure out why the souls so enjoyed killing flowers and presenting the remains to other souls. Of course, the Seraph looking for servants was Sex and anyone answering her call could have their reputations severely damaged, but Rose didn't care. For one thing, she didn't have a reputation. And for another, souls sometimes went to the Gardens with the sole intention of having sex, so it wasn't like it could be anything bad.

Having made up her mind, Rose set out to find the Seraph of Sex and see if, perhaps, she could enter her employment. It didn't take her long to find her, or at least her residence. It wasn't unusual for angels of the higher Spheres to have physical offices of their own, although it was a bit unusual for a Seraph. In any case, the building did present a bit of a problem.

It had a door.

Rose knew about doors in general, in that they were things that existed and that they somehow defined a boundary while allowing people to cross said boundary. Other than that, she didn't know much about doors. She especially didn't know how to open them, which was a problem.

Because a door was a physical thing, the logical first step would be to become physical. Rose hadn't been physical for decades, but it wasn't hard. Every angel in Heaven had a physical shape that never aged or changed and that they could slip into and out of at will. Rose knew, as the ethereal light around her vanished and her new senses told her she was standing on something, that she would look like an average-sized young woman with short red hair, green eyes, white robes and a nice set of white wings. She knew this for a fact, but after she corporeated she decided to check anyway. She lingered a while on the wings. She loved her wings. You couldn't be an angel without wings. Even if you didn't have a body, every angel had a certain sense of ethereal wingness. Actually being able to see them and touch them was a great comfort.

Having satisfied herself that her wings were in perfect shape, Rose returned her attention to the door. Since it wasn't going to move by itself some kind of physical force was probably required. The souls normally used their hands for that, so Rose put both her hands on the door and pushed.

It didn't budge.

Frowning, Rose studied the door a bit more closely. Somewhere halfway down was a knob. Unlike the rest of the door it looked very grippable. Possibly, the thing was a door-opening aid. Then again, maybe it was just decorative.

Figuring that anything was worth a try, Rose grabbed the knob. She tried pushing again, just to see what would happen, and wasn't surprised when the door still didn't open. Of course, now that she held a knob attached to the door, a whole new direction of movement presented itself.

Rose pulled.

The door swung open.

Feeling somewhat proud (but not too proud, obviously), Rose crossed the threshold and went into the building.

The building turned out to be a small office. Disappointingly small. It was much smaller than it had seemed from the outside. Then again, Sex's organisation probably wasn't big enough to fill an entire building, but it was still a bit of a let-down. There was a large window in the far wall, allowing in the light of Heaven. A few filing cabinets stood against the wall. There was a desk. Behind the desk, a backless chair. In the chair, the Seraph of Sex.

Rose's sense of beauty began and ended with all things plantlike. Bodies of flesh and blood held no appeal to her. Up until now, anyway. The Seraph on the other side of the desk was as beautiful as an old and healthy oak tree. No, she was far more beautiful than that, but Rose couldn't find any appropriate words.

The Seraph looked up and smiled. It was like watching grass grow. Rose was so mesmerised that she completely missed the fact the Seraph had said something.

"I'm sorry," said Rose. "What was that?"

"I asked for your name," the Seraph of Sex said, her voice the sound of rustling leaves.

Rose smiled a bit clumsily and told her.

"I see," said the Seraph. "And what do the souls call you?"

"Rose," said Rose.

"Rose," said Sex, making a note on the paper in front of her. "My name is Jezebel."

"It is?" Rose asked. Then she blushed and added, "I mean no disrespect, but it's not a very seraphic name."

"It isn't," said Jezebel. "But my concern is mostly with humans, not my fellow angels. I find it easier to stick to my human name. So... Rose... how can I help you?"

"I heard you were looking for servants," Rose said.

"Indeed I am. And you are willing to serve me?"

"Maybe," said Rose. "I don't really know what the job is, but I'd like to understand humans better and I think this is my only chance."

"Indeed?" said Jezebel. "And why do you want to understand them better?"

"Because so much of what they do makes no sense to me," said Rose.

Jezebel laughed. "Nor does it make sense to them, I sometimes think. But it's a good enough reason. More angels should be as curious as you are." She smiled. "Although perhaps I only think that because I'm built to enjoy experimentation. Now then, how much do you know about my discipline?"

"Not much," Rose admitted. "Only that the souls seem to enjoy it."

Jezebel raised a perfect eyebrow. "Oh? And how do you know that?"

Rose scratched the back of her neck. She was completely aware that, up until recently, she wasn't even supposed to know that much. She could get into real trouble if she just went and told her. Then again, it was impossible for a mere Angel to lie to a Seraph.

"I work in the Divine Gardens. And sometimes you just come across souls who are... engaged like that. And... well... I didn't mean to see them, I just happened to. I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" said Jezebel. "I'm Sex. I'm all in favour of people witnessing my area of expertise. And that includes angels of all Spheres."

"Yes, but... it was still forbidden."

"So it was," Jezebel said calmly. "One last thing. You were created as a gardener I take it?"

Rose nodded.

"Then I need to know if you are capable of enjoying sex. Physical pleasure probably isn't a priority for gardeners, after all."

Rose blinked. "But if I become your servant, couldn't you just alter me so that I do?"

"I could," Jezebel said. "But I won't. I'm not in favour of such crude methods."

Jezebel rose. Rose's eyes widened as more and more of the angel's body came into view. Oak trees had nothing on her.

"Could you take off your robes please?"

"What?" said Rose, suddenly shaken out of wood-related visions. "Oh. Uhm... I'm not actually..."

"I see," said Jezebel.

The Seraph snapped her fingers and Rose's robes fell onto the floor. The Angel was vaguely aware that she was now stark naked in front of another sentient being and that this should be a cause for shame. But for some reason she didn't feel even remotely embarrassed. Maybe a bit awkward because she wasn't used to being naked, but not ashamed. Possibly... probably this lack of shame was due to the presence of the Seraph of Sex.

Jezebel reached out and let two slender fingers stroke the Angel's chest.

"You don't have breasts," she muttered.

Rose looked down at herself and at her two smallish hills. "I don't?"

"Not proper ones," said Jezebel. "Angelic ones."

"But I am an Angel," said Rose.

"So am I," said Jezebel. She cupped and caressed her own sizeable breasts. "But mine are a bit different, aren't they?"

Rose blushed and looked away. A relaxed attitude about nudity was one thing, thinking in certain ways about a Seraph was quite another.

"I see you noticed," Jezebel laughed. "Now then, if you would kindly assume your Earth body?"

Rose nodded and concentrated for the merest of moments. She felt her body change, but only in the subtlest of ways. She kept her wings, for one thing, but her chest felt different and something had... opened up... between her legs. Something... hot.

"Good," Jezebel purred.

Rose felt the Seraph come closer to her and her body reacted to her closeness all on its own. She tried to swallow.

"Look at me," the Seraph whispered.

Rose turned her head and felt herself being drawn into a pair of clear blue eyes.

"May I?"

Rose nodded mutely.

Jezebel smiled and came closer still until her lips pressed against Rose's, her breasts pushed against the Angel's chest and her cock heated her stomach. Rose closed her eyes and let the Seraph kiss her. She wasn't sure what to do or how to do it, but she knew she enjoyed the feel of Jezebel. The Seraph's tongue pressed against her mouth and without thinking Rose parted her lips and allowed it into her. The Angel had half expected that part of another person's body entering one of her orifices would feel weird, but it felt... good. Almost... right.

Rose moaned when she suddenly felt pleasure filling her body. She didn't know or care why, but the feeling of Jezebel's hand gliding across the wetness between her legs felt so incredibly good. She was vaguely aware that her vagina had started leaking or something, but she didn't mind. It seemed to be part of the pleasure.

Jezebel's lips withdrew and Rose resisted the urge to whine. The Seraph's blue eyes bored merrily into Rose's and she held up a hand, shiny with fluids.

"Do you know what this is?" she whispered, rubbing her fingers together.

Rose shook her head.

"It means I have my answer. It means you can enjoy sex."

"Oh," said Rose dumbly while inside of her something screamed.

"How do you feel?" Jezebel asked.

Rose frowned. She didn't want questions, she wanted Jezebel to kiss her again and do whatever she had done with her fingers. But the Seraph had asked a question and the questions of a Seraph were to be answered.

"Strange..." the Angel managed. "Fill with... desire, I think."

Jezebel smiled. "Try hot and bothered."

"I don't know what that means," Rose admitted.

"I'll teach you," said Jezebel. "But first I think you deserve to be satisfied."

Rose wanted to ask what that meant, then wanted to ask why a Seraph kneeled before an Angel. And then she didn't want to ask anything at all.

Jezebel's lips, so soft and pleasant, pressed against her wetness, sending flares of pleasure through her. Rose leaned back, giving the appearance of thrusting her hips towards Jezebel and spread her wings. She wasn't aware she was doing this. It was a reaction to the Seraph's kisses between her legs. She moaned and didn't know why. Probably also because Jezebel kissed her down there.

Rose shrieked when she felt Jezebel's tongue slipping into her. All thoughts about why her body was behaving the way it was were burned from her mind as pleasure began raging through her like a forest fire. She ground her hips against the Seraph's face while Sex's tongue licked and lapped inside her body. Moaning and screaming, Rose surrendered herself to Jezebel's dancing tongue, feeling it fuel the fires of her pleasure with every little twist.

"No!" Rose yelled when Jezebel withdrew. "Please... I... I need..." she panted.

"You need to come," said Jezebel, standing up. Her face was shiny with Rose's fluids. "Bend over my desk will you?"

Rose did so immediately, her cheek and breast pressing against's the desk surface. She aware her behind was raised in the air and that her fluids were trickling down her leg.

"You may want to use your hands to prop yourself up a little."

Rose did so. She was willing to do anything if it meant Jezebel would continue to pleasure her.

"Good girl."

Rose felt something pressing against her wet opening. She shuddered with aroused anticipation.

"Don't worry," Jezebel said with absolute certainty. "This won't hurt a bit."

Rose screamed when the Seraph's cock slid into her, filling her. She was ablaze once more, pleasure searing every nerve. Jezebel put her hands on Rose's hips and began moving in and out of her with deep, measured thrusts.

Once again Rose's body responded on complete pleasure-driven automatic. Her nails scratched futilely at Jezebel's desk, while she tried to move herself backwards and forwards in time with Jezebel's thrusts, plunging herself onto the Seraph's cock each time. She wanted... she wanted... She wanted Jezebel to plunge into her, to fill her completely, to flood her with pleasure until she overflowed.

Rose felt Jezebel grab her hair and begin fucking her faster. She screamed again as Jezebel plunged into her, her cock going into her all the way. She moaned and screamed and panted as the Seraph of Sex sent wave after wave of ecstacy through her. Her ears just barely picked up the fact that she wasn't the only one moaning. Hearing Jezebel's aroused panting and realising that it was her body that aroused her so was too much for Rose.

"I'm... I..."

Whatever else Rose might have said was lost in an incoherent scream of pure erotic bliss. She came, clamping down on Jezebel's cock as if trying to suck into herself as far as she could and keept it there as she rode the pleasure. She felt so hot, so intense that the only thing she could do was scream her lungs out to prevent her body overloading with everything she felt.

Then, after a while, Rose calmed, panting and drooling onto her desk. She was blushing, her eyes half-closed. She felt Jezebel's withdrawing from her, but most of all she felt... she felt...

Good. Satisfied. Content?

Rose raised herself until she was standing upright again, turned around and found herself face to face with the angel who had made her feel this way. Rose felt a sense of love flooding her, a love that almost rivalled the love she felt the last time she had basked in the Light of Her Lord. She wanted to repay Jezebel and show her gratitude. So she fell to her knees.

"What are you...?" Jezebel started. Then, "Oh."

Rose had reached out and wrapped her one hand around Jezebel's rigid cock. It was the male reproductive organ, she knew. She wasn't sure if it brought pleasure to men, though. So she asked.

"Does this... please you?" she said, her hand moving slowly up and down the Seraph's shaft.

"Oh yes," Jezebel breathed.

Rose smiled. "Does it please you in the same way you just pleased me?"

"More or less," Jezebel said. "Oh yes," she moaned.

Rose nodded. That was good enough for her. She let her hand rub Jezebel, finding it mildly entertaining and more than a little curious how the skin of the Seraph's member kept covering and uncovering a large purple knob. But what pleased her far more was the way Jezebel began moaning with pleasure. So Rose kept stroking her in the same calm, relaxed manner.

Jezebel began writhing a little and started stroking and caressing her breasts. Rose felt herself becoming strangely tingly again as she watched the Seraph's face, the way her eyes were closed, the way her mouth moved as she moaned. She returned her attention to the angel's cock, hot and sweaty in her hand. Then, on a sudden whim, she kissed Jezebel's purple head on the downstroke. The sudden guttural groan of pleasure coming from Jezebel's lips filled Rose with delight. She leaned forward still and lapped at Jezebel's tip, her hand resting at the Seraph's base as she tried out this new way of pleasing her. Bright, silver liquid oozed from the tip of Jezebel's cock. Rose lapped it up to the sound of the Seraph's moaned approval.

Rose's lips closed around Jezebel's shaft. Her head bobbed forwards and back along the Seraph's cock in a crude imitation of what her hand had been doing. She found Jezebel's member was too big for her to take completely, but the way the Seraph moaned and writhed with pleasure told her that that didn't really matter.

Rose felt Jezebel's finger entwining with her hair again, but the Seraph made no attempt to force more of herself into the Angel's mouth. Rose sucked on her, her tongue twirling around Jezebel's shaft.

"Rose I'm... going to..."

Jezebel screamed and Rose suddenly found her mouth becoming filled with some liquid. Surprised, she let the Seraph's cock out of her mouth. It bolted into its usual upright position again, shooting streams of silver cum into the air. It landed on Rose's face and neck and breasts and in her hair. Jet after jet of liquid silver erupted from Jezebel's twitching cock and came to rest somewhere on Rose's naked body. The globs of semen on her skin felt filthy and messy and, in a way, absolutely delightful.

One last stream of silver came from Jezebel's cock and made its way down her shaft. The Seraph let go of Rose's hair.

"Stand up," she said softly, her breathing still not entirely in control.

Rose did so and looked at Jezebel.

"Why did you do that?" the Seraph asked.

"You made me feel good, so I wanted to make you feel good," Rose said simply.

Jezebel smiled. She scooped a gob of silver cum from Rose face. "I'm sorry for the mess I made."

"I don't mind."

"Mmm," said Jezebel. Then her smile turned mischievous.

The silver cum on Rose's body began glowing brighter and brighter until the entire room was filled with light. Then the light was gone and so was the Seraph's semen. Rose's eyes blazed silver before returning to their usual green colour.

"What... what was that?" Rose asked.

"A blessing," said Jezebel.

"I... I am not worthy," Rose said nervously.

"Let the Seraph decide that will you?" Jezebel said. "In any case, this is now your default body."

"Yes, I know," said Rose, uncertain what the Seraph meant.

"But now you can change it, if you like," Jezebel said. "If you want to know what it's like to have phallus, you can fashion yourself one. If you wonder what it would be like to lactate, you can fill your breasts until they burst with milk. Or if you think red hair is so passé you can make yourself a blonde. And if you would like to experiment with, say, six breasts and four cocks, you can."

"Is that really possible?" Rose asked.

"It is now," said Jezebel. "You can change yourself in whatever way you want, provided the changes are more or less human. Or you can stay the way you are now. It's your choice."

"Thank you," said Rose. "So would I be right in assuming..."

Rose was interupted when Jezebel kissed her, softly and gracefully.

"I dub thee Rose," she whispered, "Angel of Sex."