Broken Wings, Unbroken Spirits: Plight of a Fallen Angel

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An angel's bloody wing carries a young male and female on a journey of love and longing.

A boy named Devin, age 18, and a girl named Tasha, age 19, exchange glances of mild interest as they roam different sides of a sleepy neighborhood street in search of a shady tree to escape from the hellish summer heat. Young Devin arrives first and picks a side of the tree then sits cross-legged upon the grass with his chin nestled in his left hand and an introspective gleam in his faded teal eyes. Tasha appears a few moments later, a blanket draped over her left arm and a small basket clutched in her right palm, to find the dour Devin sitting all by his lonesome. Setting the blanket and basket side by side, Tasha stepped forth to better ascertain Devin’s emotional state, only to be halted by an aggravated sigh from the forlorn fellow’s lips as he turned to meet her concerned gaze with an eerie expression that seemed to scream “Help me.” Tasha, eager to aid her new friend, stepped away to bring the basket Devin’s way and set it between them with a cherubic smile that only seemed to make Devin grow more depressed.

 

You look kind of hungry,” said Tasha as she opened the basket’s north side to allow her friend full view of many delicious sandwiches and fresh fruit to choose from. “Please, eat. I have more than enough food for the both of us.” After glancing at the open basket then toward Tasha’s angelic face framed by smooth auburn locks, Devin reached in to retrieve a turkey sandwich and an apple with a grateful grin splayed across his lips. Tasha picked the same and snuggled closer to Devin’s side, causing the erstwhile unhappy boy to blush and nearly choke on a third bite of his sandwich. Tasha giggled at her friend’s shyness, but soon found herself blushing after Devin snuck a kiss from her right cheek and flashed a smug simper that was almost immediately expunged when Tasha tackled him onto the grass, tucking some hair behind her right ear and gazing deep into his eyes without a word. With hearts thrashing faster than a hummingbird’s wing, Tasha and Devin’s lips gradually inched closer and closer with their respective faces growing constantly redder before ultimately culminating in a long, soulful smooch wherein Devin slyly shifted his body atop Tasha’s own and deepened the kiss while Tasha draped her arms about his shoulders, pulling him ever closer to her voluptuous virgin flesh.

 

Neither wanted the bliss to end but once night fell and their parents’ calls rang out, both Devin and Tasha were forced to discontinue their osculation before it progressed any further. Upon sealing their secret with one final kiss, Tasha quickly gathered her things and headed for home, giggling every step the way; Devin stayed behind and sat beneath the tree for a little while longer before finally returning home with a goofy grin and thoughts of their day together still fresh in his head. That very same night as the lovers lay lifeless in their respective beds, both Devin and Tasha had shared a dream of marriage that found each muttering “I do” before waking to find their joint hearts aflutter, their faces quite flushed and their lips still warm from the day’s kindly kiss.

 

The following morning, Tasha set out for the shady tree wearing her finest sky-blue dress and carrying a basket of food for her next picnic with Devin as well as a downy blanket for the two to “relax” on should another kiss result in the eager adolescents’ desires getting the better of them. Setting down beneath the swaying shadows, Tasha began to giggle as she awaited Devin’s arrival, but this joviality soon began to wane as Devin had yet to appear. Hopeful, Tasha remained beneath the tree – albeit with a smaller smile – and waited patiently for her dear Devin to show up. When still no sign of him could be detected, a troubled Tasha eventually gave up and began partaking of the basket’s bounty on the verge of tears.

 

Tasha’s downcast eyes soon grew bright as the sun upon hearing footsteps which she assumed to be Devin’s but were actually those of a fluffy white cat wandering through the park. This cat had a small note dangling from its neck which quickly struck Tasha as odd and drove her to lure the feline close enough to seize the message. Upon doing so, Tasha gently unfurled the piece of paper and her formerly fractured heart began to melt as she read the profound words penned by the steady hand of her debonair Devin.

 

“You’re an awesome girl, Tasha.” He wrote. “I’m really sorry I wasn’t able to meet you today, but I hope my little friend Gustav kept the smile on that pretty face of yours. I love you very much, Tasha, and I’m pretty darn sure Gustav feels the same way. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow. Take care until then, all right? Much love, Devin Wraith.”

 

With little kitty Gustav now nuzzling her leg, Tasha no longer felt sadness in her heart and giggled merrily at Gustav’s long meow as he crawled up into her lap for a light slumber, purring ever so smoothly as Tasha’s fingers passed through his silky fur in the kindest manner.

 

Gladdened by the presence of her new feline friend, Tasha went on to rest quite peacefully beneath the pendulous leaves before her father’s shout had snapped her back to life and compelled the lively lass to gather everything before heading home, leaving an apple behind in haste. Upon arriving at the front door, Tasha was greeted by her slightly miffed father who forcibly yanked her inside the house and slammed the door shut before ordering her to her room with little Gustav slinking slyly at her heels.

 

Closing her boudoir’s door behind her, Tasha then sashayed over to her closet and began to undress with a slight blush conjured by the presence of her vigilant kitty companion who quickly scurried beneath her bed and peeked his head out every now and again. Having removed all clothing to reveal every subtle curve of her goddess-like frame, Tasha happily donned her favorite puce nightgown before crouching down to lure Gustav from underneath the bed then cradle his fluffy being against her supple breasts prior to Tasha’s laying atop the mattress and drifting off into a deep slumber peppered by infrequent moans of “Devin..!” as tears began to flow from her elegant eyes.

 

Gustav tried his best to chase away Tasha’s tears with a gentle pat of the paw while outside, Devin was carefully climbing the ladder up to Tasha’s bedroom, favoring injured ribs with every rung he scaled. Upon finally reaching the window, Devin knocked twice and signaled for Gustav to awaken Tasha with a loud purr and a lingering lick on the cheek, causing Tasha (who still dreamt it was Devin in the bed beside her) to cuddle Gustav even closer to her bosom as moans for her darling’s touch had grown ever greater.

 

Reluctant to disturb what seemed to be a very pleasant slumber, Devin was just about to climb down and return home when the drowsy damsel had risen quietly from her bed, stepped toward the window and lit up with joy at the sight of her dashing Devin Wraith framed in the moon’s bracing twilight. Devin, however, blushed some after taking notice of the numinous nightgown which gave full view of Tasha’s every curve as she opened the window and allowed her beloved to fall quite literally into her room, further injuring his ribs and making it that much harder to breathe. “Oh Devin!” cried Tasha as she cradled his face in her lap, shedding tears of sheer joy at the thought of him near as well as sorrow for the state of his being. “Devin, are you okay? Can I do anything for you? I will do anything to make you feel better, my darling Devin Wraith.”

 

“Don’t worry, I’m fine…ugh!” Young Devin’s pained groan only caused more of Tasha’s tears to trickle down upon his face so he bit back all discomfort and reached into his left pocket to retrieve a handkerchief then gently dabbed the tears from Tasha’s lovely eyes before looking elsewhere to hide a steady blush. “You know you really shouldn’t be crying for me like that, Tasha. I just got in a bit of a fight, that’s all---HEY!!”

 

“Devin, you jerk!” Miffed at his behavior, a teary-eyed Tasha cuddled Devin’s face even deeper into her breasts, causing the handkerchief to slip from his grasp and onto the spine of Gustav who then scuttled beneath the bed to give the lovers their privacy. “I was worried about you, Devin. I waited for you by our tree and when you never arrived, I – I thought that…”  Tasha’s concern was quickly quashed by Devin’s lips as a kiss seemed the only logical method to ease the mind of his fair maiden.

 

Grateful, Tasha returned Devin’s kiss with one of her own while gently draping her arms over his shoulders and drawing his chiseled chest closer to the seductive sleepwear drifting about her firm feminine flesh. The agony infusing Devin’s midsection had forced him to end the kiss while favoring his ribs with teeth clenched and a tear in his left eye that prompted a terrified Tasha to help her beloved up into her bed and tuck him in as tears began to blur her eyes once more. “What are you crying for, Tasha…?” Before he even had the chance to continue, an unstable surge of pain had assaulted Devin’s heart, sapping him of life and leaving a deadpan frown irreparably etched on his face.

 

Resting Wraith’s palm against her bountiful bosom, Tasha began praying her pretty little heart out for Devin’s pain to cease and allow him to savor the taste of her lips once again. With windswept silence swathing Tasha’s body in a cumbrous quilt of woe, she was soon driven to rise from Devin’s side and shut her bedroom window before returning to check on her boyfriend’s status, only to be both surprised and relieved as little Gustav lay curled atop Devin’s chest, emitting a few subtle purrs which chased the pain outward and allowed Devin’s eyes to flash open in absolute shock. “Ugh, what happened to me?” While trying to gather his bearings, Devin was drawn into a teary-eyed Tasha’s bosom after her arms tightly entrapped his skull in a state of sheer joy. “Tasha…Tasha, I can’t breathe..!” Despite being forced to release her breathless beau, Tasha maintained a contented smiled while reaching out to pet little Gustav’s ears then locking lips with a clearly staggered Devin who apparently did not seem to mind as he returned Tasha’s kiss with a great deal of enthusiasm and began lavishing the maiden’s curves through the cheery cloth of her nightgown.

 

Thenceforth, Tasha would linger faithfully by Devin’s side upon the bed and vice-versa as little Gustav lay snoozing beneath them. His tender palm gradually roving the curve of Tasha’s heavenly hips, Devin began to lick his lips in anticipation – though this eagerness quickly turned to surprise as Tasha proceeded to roll atop Devin, thereby allowing the peak of his insatiable stiffness to jostle the petals of Tasha’s womanly flower and evoke a tender moan of “More...” to breach the blushing beauty’s lips before sitting up to shimmy off her panties, tuck a few strands of hair behind her left ear and grind her very hips against his manhood while bestowing a seductive stare unto her beloved so as to further fuse their souls into one single entity of unbridled ecstasy. With their fine feline friend Gustav locked in a peaceful slumber mere inches below, Tasha and Devin sweetly succumbed to their desires and made passionate love all through the night, implementing a few positions which both deemed suitable to enhance their inaugural act of carnal bliss in anticipation of a scintillating climax that seemed literally within reach.

 

With fingers woven into a lustful lattice, joint hearts beating like a proud eagle’s wings and eyes transfixed on nothing but each other’s smile, Tasha and Devin’s respective loins brought them that much closer to the glory of orgasm as Tasha’s sweet slit had begun to contract around Devin’s manhood and evoke their heated hips to clash again and again until both had spilled past the point of eruption and were left to embrace one another in a state of breathless bliss that pricked Gustav’s ears then drove him to scuttle from underneath the bed and nearly trip over Tasha and Devin’s clothing before gazing up at them with a soft smile of his own and a hearty “meow!” prompting Tasha to lure her friendly feline friend up onto the bed and kindly caress his silky fur while trying her very best to shake a burgundy blush that seemed glued to the openly modest maiden’s face.

 

“Devin, my darling,” Tasha began as she lay her rosy right cheek against the hallowed heart of her beloved, sighing in a state of matrimonial mirth while being cradled in the arms of an equally bashful Devin. “(MMMM…He’s so warm.) I am quite blest to have met you. Your presence makes me feel so very happy and I was rather thrown by your awesome expertise concerning this first night of lovemaking, but I could never have wished for a better man with which to experience such ardent bliss than yourself. I adore you, Devin, and thank you for this most magical night. From the bottom of my thrashing heart, I thank you.”

 

“It is I who should be thanking you, Tasha,” Devin countered while nestling noses with his gleeful girlfriend and locking her eyes in a saintly stare as little Gustav looked on from the foot of the bed. “If you weren’t there to inundate my hollowed hope with your angelic smile, it is highly doubtful that I would even be on this planet, much less laying here beside thy comely grace. Your radiance is unmatched in this or any realm. Every conceivable aspect of your being has the power to humble even the hardest of hearts and I can fully attest to such power as my own core was once an impermeable barrier to all kind feelings. I thank you dearly for saving me from an arcane expiry and allowing my hitherto hardened heart to become revitalized and acknowledge true love anew. I thank you for being my greatest friend, for allowing me to bask in your beauty, and for just being you. Tasha, I truly love you with all my heart and soul and I hope that our love remains as strong and steady as the thrashing of our joint hearts in this most awesome union of body, mind and spirit.”

 

Their sex-starved souls now sated by sin, Devin and Tasha then went share a fond embrace amid the sheets as slumber gradually overtook one and washed over the second until both lovers lay snoozing with a smile, blest to be in each other’s company; this serenity would not last, however. In the midst of their snuggle, Devin was forced to separate from Tasha’s arms due to a crippling pain that started in his chest and soon spread to his arms and shoulders. Not wanting to rouse his beloved from slumber, Devin crept cautiously from her side and left the bedding draped about her beautiful bare body before crumbling upon his knees and biting back a substantial howl as a pair of large wings – one snow-white and the other a gleaming jet-black – burst from either edge of his spine in a sickening spurt, tearing his flesh asunder while flapping back and forth to shed about five handfuls of blood from the lachrymal luster of their feathers.

 

Devin could barely stand and his left wing started to tremble as excess blood began cascading down his chiseled back, but one glance at the faded moon seemed to drown out all the pain and afforded Devin the strength to unwillingly depart from his dear Tasha’s boudoir while using his newfound attachments to take flight and glide effortlessly through the biting skies, leaving Tasha to lay alone in bed before little Gustav’s amazing alteration had allowed his feline frame to mimic that of Devin’s human flesh and embrace the nearly teary-eyed Tasha so as to stifle any rousing doubts about her mind.

 

As he gazed upon the beauty of her slumbering face, Gustav’s humanoid form could not help but regress as he proceeded to purr and lick Tasha’s lovely lips before a wayward glance at her bare bosom had caused the feline fella to grow stiff in a hurry, evoking a moan of “Devin…!” from Tasha’s parted lips that drove her to drag his face deep within her breasts as the flesh of her sweet slit had begun to flare with a lustful warmth, further compelling the melodious maiden to drape her legs tightly around Gustav’s unwavering waist, cradling his stiffness in the grasp of her luscious lily before lifting Gustav’s face from her magnificent mounds to trace his chiseled jawline with an unencumbered blush.

 

With his svelte surrogate keeping Tasha occupied, the real Devin continued to drift about the heavens in search of someone or something to help rid him of the multihued menace flanking his spinal skin in a frigid flutter. After nearly being plucked from midair by a few wayward stones cast from the grip of a spiteful drunkard, Devin was eventually forced earthbound and left to wander the streets with an incurable expression not seen since his initial meeting (and subsequent smooch) with the lovely Tasha.

 

As difficult as it may sound, Devin’s wings were actually visual manifestations of his innermost nature: the unruffled white wing assumed a rational, more exuberant role while the glossy black wing seemed to embrace the very same antisocial values that nearly drove Devin down a path of self-destruction from which [very] few unbroken spirits emerge.

 

As he cradled both sides of his silky chartreuse mane in deep frustration with the ominous black wing fixing to flutter once more, it looked as though Devin had lost all hope of ever leaving his burden to languish. This abysmal mindset was soon shot to hell as both wings were torn from his flesh, resulting in a startling loss of blood that left young Devin’s body to crumble upon its knees in shock as the pestilent plumage of each wing proceeded to dissipate into individual bloodstained feathers which were then scooped into a cyclonic wind and carried up into oblivion’s heart, leaving the deadpan Devin Wraith to kneel helpless amid a pool of his own blood, virtually nonexistent to the obscure urbane inhabitants in their travels along life’s winding road. 

 

Devin was not dead, however. While such a staggering loss of blood would most assuredly have spelled the end for a lesser human being, Devin’s body somehow pushed onward allowing him to rise of his own volition and wander for several miles before coming to an exhausted halt at the tree where he and Tasha shared that first tender kiss as boyfriend and girlfriend. Treading the fertile greenswards with an agonized sigh filtering his frown, a physically disturbed Devin soon stopped at the tree then turned to face the oncoming breeze before reposing his shredded spine of scarlet against the tree’s base with a downcast gaze that failed to mask an unstable smile creeping just along his jowl.

 

With Tasha’s melodious moans bathing her beloved’s mind in an attempt to soften the grin upon his lips, Devin gradually began to relax and push what discomfort he had into the very depths of his soul before being overtaken by a nightmarish surge of pain that drove him to clutch his heart just as a darker and more sadistic version of himself sporting sleek crimson locks, milky skin and violet eyes soon began to materialize on the opposing end of the tree’s base, wearing a snide simper while raking two fingers across his chiseled chest that ended up causing Devin to grasp his own torso in even greater agony.

 

“What’re you doing here, you sick freak?!” With the dismal doppelganger’s self-mutilation goading his mind to the point of insanity, Devin tried his damnedest to rise from the tree’s base and hurry home, but only got as far as one knee before his truculent twin had gouged both of its eyes out, essentially sapping Devin of his own sight and forcing him back onto the ground with a frown more frigid than the peak of Mt. Fuji. “Damn you, Kevin! What the hell did you just do to me?! Why’re you even here anyway, huh?! I thought I wouldn’t have to worry about your asininity once my wings were clipped. What the hell is going on here?! Say something…!” Devin’s rhetoric of wrath was soon stifled as Kevin had applied a glacial grip to his own throat and maintained this pressure whilst Devin’s own gullet had begun to allow less and less air into his body until he was forced to black out from the ghostly garroting.

 

Upon releasing hold of his own neck, the callous Kevin then proceeded to rise from his side of the tree, circling around to rest a foot against Devin’s throat and gradually lean forward in an attempt to split his Adam’s apple; the demented doppelganger was staggered, however, as the feel of Devin’s hand cinching tightly around his left boot had prompted Kevin to pierce the flimsy flesh of his own heart with a lone thrust of the thumb, thereby lulling the grip of Devin’s palm and allowing the coldhearted cretin to finish his deed by crushing Devin’s throat in one stomp then turning to see all injuries vanish from his own body while leaving a debilitated Devin to slump in a puddle of erstwhile balmy blood, never again to bask the grace of his fair Tasha.

 

Departing from his saintlier self, Kevin slowly stretched both arms outward then flexed his lean biceps, causing a pair of glossy black wings to shoot from either side of his spine before fluttering freely upon a gelid gust of wind. “Ah, yes! This is much, much better!”  Brushing an unruly crest of crimson from his left eye, a simpering Kevin then shifted his gaze skyward and became airborne as his wicked wings proceeded to slice through the zephyrs and transfer him aloft, allowing the anarchistic archangel to drift freely about the land in search of Tasha, intent on devouring her carnal curves and carving himself a permanent niche in the land of the living. “That girl’s final breath on this earth should make her flesh taste rather sweet, and with that foolish Devin out of the way I’ll FINALLY be able to roam this cesspool of a dimension without fear of repercussion! Pathetic beings that litter this land, remember my voice and quake at its roar! I am Kevin Rathbone and I am here to stay!!”

 

Amazingly, just as Kevin was a mere five miles into his ascent, the plot to ravish Tasha and dominate all ‘pathetic beings’ had been cut cruelly short when not one but both wings were snatched from his flesh, splaying utter shock across Rathbone’s very face as his carcass had been plucked from midair and plummeted like a round of hail before slamming unceremoniously into the left pectoral of Devin’s blood-soaked bod, breathing new life into the agonized ex-angel and expunging every drop of crimson from the underlying soil back into his veins without a hitch.

 

With little more than a sore cough and a throbbing pang in his chest as a reminder, Devin calmly rose from the tree’s base, thrust a hand into his pocket and walked back toward Tasha’s house just in time for a gratified Gustav’s transformation to come to an end, returning his feline form and allowing his oft-oracular owner to take his rightful place at Tasha’s side for the remainder of the night. Upon implementing the ladder to gain access to the blushing belle’s boudoir, Devin gingerly crept into bed beside Tasha, only to be shocked as her arms draped daintily about his shoulders and thrust his face against her bountiful bosom as several more, somewhat muted moans of “Devin…!” proceeded to trickle from Tasha’s lovely lips with her luscious legs reposed atop his own in a state of absolute bliss.

 

As Devin once again found difficulty in stealing a breath amid Tasha’s gleeful grasp, once passing glance at a grinning Gustav had provided Devin enough incentive to relax and lavish Tasha’s hips with as tender a touch as possible.  As she went on to tousle her beloved’s silken chartreuse mane and licked his lips with a lustful leer, Tasha seemed particularly starved and sought Devin’s touch in the worst possible way; unfortunately for these lascivious lovers, the callous curmudgeon Kevin sought spoil their fun by making his presence felt and slaying Devin once and for all, leaving what was thought to be no one left to stop the wroth Rathbone from achieving his longtime goal of claiming Tasha as his petite property.

 

As Devin and Tasha lay contentedly in each other’s arms, Kevin’s blackened right hand had burst quite suddenly from the middle of Devin’s back, embossing an agonized look upon his face as the sickening spatter of blood and excess flesh against the bedroom floor preceded a rather strident scream from Tasha and prompted little Gustav to sink his fangs deep into Kevin’s hellish hand with very little effect as the rest his blasphemous body had burst forth and separated from Devin’s own flesh with a brand new set of glossy black wings to equipoise the sadist’s scowl upon his lips and the nightmarish shade of black wrapped about his right fist with the elasticity of  boxer’s gauze which had also been kissed with a glossy sheen. With a teary-eyed Tasha cradling the lifeless body of her beloved even closer to her chest, Kevin thought this the perfect time to seize the maiden for himself and tried to tear Devin from her grasp, only to be floored by a scintillating sucker punch from Gustav’s human form that sent the wicked Rathbone rocketing out the bedroom window with the wistful wings helping to keep him airborne.

 

In the blink of an eye, two snow-white wings had shot from the flesh of Gustav’s shirtless spine to carry him outside and confront Kevin whose jaw surged with the pain of twelve wasp barbs at once. Immediately after presenting a defiant middle finger, Kevin quickly turned tail and sought an escape from almost certain punishment on his own wings had those very wings not been clipped from his flesh for only the second time in his existence by the speed of Gustav’s feisty feline claws, leaving a coldhearted Kevin with the very same look of shock that preceded a return to Devin’s flesh just hours prior. Unfortunately for Devin, Tasha and [especially] Gustav, Kevin managed to use any lingering scraps of energy to propel his bloodied body forward and catch Gustav off guard by slamming headlong into his spine, fusing them into one shirtless entity with wings mottled by both white and black plumage with the glossier dark feathers forming an “X” which spread to mar the majority of snowy quills fluttering about either side of the spine.

 

Immediately after this baleful new being had taken shape, a new life creeping into Devin’s body had suddenly allowed his wounded back to quickly heal and tore him from Tasha’s eager embrace to gaze out at Kevin’s heinous handiwork the step silently forward, determined to end this madness and drive Kevin deep into the mouth of Hell once and for all, even at the cost of his own life. “No, Devin!” Before the reanimated ex-angel could reach the window, a teary-eyed Tasha quickly stopped him by lunging from the bed and tightly draping both arms about his waist, shaking her head in grave displeasure. “Devin, don’t! Please---Please do not do this! You are still hurt; I can see it in your face. I do not want to lose you, my love. I realize that you are strong, but you do not need to fight that monster! I want no more of your blood to be spilled, Devin! Promise me you will refrain from fighting that creature! I beg you, please promise me!”

 

“I wish to heaven that I could, Tasha, but that wretched bastard is my cross to bear. Kevin came from my flesh; he’s alive because of me and I need to take him down now before it’s too late.” Shaking Tasha’s arms from around his waist, Devin calmly exhaled any apprehensions and allowed a set of glossy crimson wings to sprout from his spine, spattering a few handfuls of blood upon the bedroom floor and causing him too wince and fall upon his right knee in agony. When Tasha reached out to try and stop him, Devin quickly pushed all pain to the back of his mind then gently took her hands in his own, placed them against the brave beat of his heart and gazed deep into her elegant eyes amid shifting a momentary scowl toward Kevin as the wicked wings about his back kept him easily aloft just outside of Tasha’s boudoir. “Tasha, I want you to listen to me very closely, okay? The very second that I get through erasing that jerk’s presence from this world, you and I are gonna elope, understand? Even though it hurts like Hell when I flap 'em, my wings are more than strong enough to allow me to carry another person as far and as fast as I please. After this, you and I are going to start a new life together and nothing is going to tear us apart. Until then, no more tears. You have beautiful eyes and the face of a goddess and I hate to see either of them marred by sadness. I, Devin Gerhardt Wraith, swear to you that I will not be felled this time around. So keep that angelic smile of yours, Tasha. Kevin Rathbone is going down and that’s a promise!!”

 

 

 

Having daintily draped her arms about his neck in sheer bliss, Tasha quickly cradled Devin’s face in her beautiful bare bosom and proceeded to trace his jawline as a sensuous scarlet hue began to creep across her face before gently releasing her beloved with a good luck kiss, thereby allowing the smile of a hitherto winsome Wraith to sink into a frigid frown as his wings began to flutter and soon thrust him out through the bedroom window to attempt a sucker punch on his deviant doppelganger, only to be shocked when Kevin clawing of his own pectoral flesh had stopped Devin dead in his tracks while causing wave after wave of agonizing pain to attack the saintly seraph’s chest just long enough for the wicked Rathbone to compile said agony by blasting his purer persona [Devin] with an omnipotent palm thrust that freed nearly three tablespoons of blood from his lips while coming dangerously close to stopping his heart for good.

 

While applying ungodly amounts pressure onto Devin’s gullet amid a single-handed strangulation, Rathbone could have ended the life of his pristine persona right then and there – that is, if Kevin had not been so beguiled by a tantalizing Tasha as she strode forth with only a bed sheet draped about her frame then gave a gleeful giggle and winked as the sheet had unfurled from about her frame, driving her to shyly shield her blushing breasts from the bracing outside air while crystalline nectar similar in aroma to rosehips and sake had gradually trickled from the luscious lips of her shivery slit and painted a mighty burgundy blush upon her cheeks in order to slacken Rathbone’s grip around Devin’s throat just enough for the stouthearted saint to skulk behind Kevin and trap him in a furious headlock which did nothing more than sharpen the sinful specter’s wings to the status of razorblades and prompted the point of Rathbone’s right elbow to jab his own chest, forcing Devin to break the hold and favor the piercing pain in his ribs while struggling in vain for a breath.

 

Wanting to once again shift this battle in her beneficent boyfriend’s favor, Tasha gradually began fondling her breasts in a slow circular motion while allowing her delectable lily to quake and quiver as thoughts of her darling Devin’s touch had begun flooding her mind to the point where a wave of moans trickling from her lips had driven Kevin’s tongue to glide idly between his lips in a momentary lapse of cognition, giving Devin enough time to reach his right hand betwixt Rathbone’s very wings and attempt to liberate Gustav’s body from the prison molded into Kevin’s flesh, forcing the anarchical archangel to bite deep into his own right arm and send a jolt of pain coursing through Devin’s own arm just as his hand had grabbed hold of Gustav’s and prepared to pull him free. This caused Rathbone to mutilate himself even further by actually tearing chunks of flesh from his own arm in an attempt to discourage Devin into leaving Gustav to linger about the sadistic seraph’s body. Amazingly, not only had Devin managed to fight past his arm’s abundance of agony and successfully pluck Gustav’s former feline form from Kevin’s back, but he was also finally able to erase his evil twin’s presence from earth in a most unique fashion by first rending the wings from Kevin’s flesh, then trapping the bellowing bastard in a full-nelson as Devin’s own wings had curled forth to close off all view of Rathbone’s body so as to prevent Tasha from seeing his spirit shrink into an odious emerald orb which then drifted deep into Devin’s chest, effectively sealing away the essence of his callous clone once and for all.

 

Devin was exhausted after having driven Kevin back into his flesh, but this exhaustion would soon be trumped by exhilaration as his strangely steadier wings had carried both he and a slumbering Gustav back into Tasha’s room, wherein she would pounce playfully upon Devin’s bushed body and straddle his hardening manhood while fondling little Gustav’s ears with a contented sigh. As Gustav wriggled from betwixt the two lovers, Tasha’s sigh had grown considerably upon the discovery of little white wings fluttering about the crafty kitten’s back.

 

“Um, Tasha…if you don’t get off me, I won’t be able to completely fulfill my promise.” After rising from the floor and leaving a kind kiss atop Tasha’s right hand, Devin gently scooped her into his arms and turned to face the window with wings at the ready, only to be surprised as little Gustav had drifted up unto his shoulder and curled into a furry ball to join them on their journey. “So, pal, you wanna come with? The more, the merrier. Let’s go!”

 

With wings swaying as silently as possible, Devin leapt through Tasha’s bedroom window and glided smoothly through the skies with his beloved and their furry friend in tow, eager to abandon ANY lingering recollection of Kevin’s intrusion in their lives and start anew as husband and wife. Having gained more than enough distance from their old neighborhood, Devin quickly began searching for a suitable residence wherein he, Tasha and Gustav could be allowed to live in peace forevermore.

 

Much to their delight, a modest mauve manor soon began appearing on a horizon nestled in the backdrop of a sleepy southern town inhabited solely by women, many of whom were naked of their own free will in order to “get back to the biblical basics,” so to speak. Despite so much firm unfettered flesh frolicking within eyeshot, Devin’s gaze remained solely on the body of his beloved Tasha for as was his whole reason for living and thought of her as exuding a beauty far greater than all the village’s other women combined.


Submitted: December 01, 2014

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