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?Father?? came the whisper, soft as a feather, warm as honey. I woke in confusion, searching for the illuminated red of the clock, finding nothing. The bedroom was a well of darkness, a void of light that had no end. Was there a power outage? Not even the amber stars of a midsummer?s night could be seen through the drafty parsonage window. With uncertain hands I groped for the bedside lamp, touching instead a velvet warmth my sleepy mind instantly knew was skin. I drew back in alarm. ?Father,? said the voice again, a little louder, a little closer. I felt the brush of breath against my ear, became aware of a scent so sweet my head reeled from its cloying thickness. ?Who?s there?? I demanded, pulling away to the other side of the bed, dragging the quilt with me. My heart was beating wildly, the rush of blood loud in my ears in the absence of all other sound. It was terrifying, this darkness. It penetrated, sinking in through my pores like a clinging dampness, a voracious chill that slowly devoured everything that it touched. ?Father, you?re a good man.? A female voice, a female hand, resting on my arm. ?What?s going on? Who are you?? I couldn?t find the strength to pull away again. ?You?re a good man,? she repeated. I could feel her closer now, feel the heat emanating from her body. ?Did you think Heaven would leave such devotion unrewarded?? Finally, some light. With aching slowness her form became illuminated, each curve and swell alive with a brightness that seemed to come from within. She was beautiful, and without a stitch of clothing to mar that beauty. Russet hair fell in a tangled weave over heavy breasts tipped with pert cranberry nipples. Her lips escort avcılar were full and adorably lopsided when she smiled at me. Her eyes were blue and cold. Cold as the darkness that remained. Only she was visible. On hands and knees, breasts swaying, feathered wings unfurling behind her, her smile grew wider as she settled herself into a straddle on my thighs, the weight of her body too real for me to even attempt to convince myself that I was dreaming. Something stirred inside me, a long slumbering hunger lifting its curious head. ?Heaven rewards the faithful.? She rested her hands on my shoulders, her face scant inches from mine. Everywhere her body touched mine was warmed as though by sunlight and I felt myself drawing closer for it, escaping the darkness, seeking her light. ?Are you? an angel?? I asked. My hands were on her hips now, with a mind of their own, discovering again the plush velvet of her skin. She kept smiling. Deep inside my chest, my heart constricted. ?Is this a test?? She laughed softly. ?Why would we test you? We know your soul is pure?? Leaning in, she pressed her lips to mine. Suddenly, I felt as though my body had burst into flame. Nerve endings screeched to life, blood vessels opened to allow the torrent of blood that pounded through me. The pleasure of her kiss had turned me into a conflagration and I pushed her off of me in a panic, scrambling out of my narrow bed, stumbling over slippers that I couldn?t see. ?No, I can?t break my vows. This isn?t right!? My chest was heaving as I backed away, feeling the cool wood of the door meet my back. She sat on the bed and looked at me, her head tilting inquiringly to the escort bahcesehir side as though unable to fathom my reluctance. She was a glow of light in the darkness, a vision of loveliness, and though her smile never dimmed, her eyes had gotten colder. The very air in the room itself had dropped in temperature and I shivered, unable to help myself from missing the warmth I had experienced with her body next to mine. ?Did God make a mistake?? she asked, one hand sliding along the quilt, toying with the frayed edge. ?God does not make mistakes,? I replied through gritted teeth. ?Then don?t deny me.? She lifted an arm, beckoning. My feet moved on their own as my hands had before, bringing me toward her though my inside was tearing in two, unable to reconcile my growing desire with the instinctive uncertainty I felt. I wanted to flee. I wanted to push her down on the bed and have her. My mind screamed at me to run, my body screamed at me to take her. I resisted, and froze on the spot, neither going forward nor back. ?No.? Why would God do this? Sending me this creature, demanding I break the promise I made to him and had cherished for years? ?No?? Her wings trembled in agitation. ?You would throw His gift back in His face?? ?No?? ?You don?t sound so certain, Father.? She stood and came toward me. My heart responded, fluttering madly. My eyes followed the silken curve of her calves up to her milky thighs, to the lush mound at their crook, and up over her soft, round belly, unable to look at anything but her. There was nothing else but darkness, beyond her. ?You don?t sound certain, but you look certain.? She stood in front of me and placed her hand beylikdüzü escort on my crotch, massaging my stiffening cock through the flannel of my pyjamas. I groaned, hips swaying forward. She pressed her body against mine, pleased with my reaction. Warmth seeped into me, chasing away the chill. Her scent encompassed me in a perfume of vanilla, cut with burnt sugar. I wrapped my arms around her, crushing her against me as I held tight, like a desperate man clinging to a life preserver. I didn?t want the darkness anymore. I wanted warmth, I wanted light. I wanted her. ?Do you feel it?? she whispered, her mouth next to my ear. I gasped when her lips grazed my lobe. ?This feeling? Isn?t it divine?? She kissed along my jaw. My knees grew weak and I stumbled back against the door again, pulling her with me. She kissed the corners of my mouth, then sucked my lower lip, sliding her tongue inside of me, licking inside, sucking my tongue, sucking, and sucking? The light of her body grew brighter and I closed my eyes, confronted with a hazy afterglow in her image. I could feel her hands on my chest, pulling buttons open, pushing soft flannel aside. Then she took my right nipple between the dainty tips of her fingers and twisted. An arcing pleasure like none I?d known before shot from that exquisite point through to my fingers and toes. Even my hair, kept short and tidy as befitting my station, stood on end. The moan that broke from my lips was a hungry one, one that begged for more. It was a voice I no longer recognised as my own. She brought her mouth down, kissed the part she had tenderly tortured, and was rewarded by another moan. I grasped her head in my hands to keep her from going further. She looked up at me, her expression silently scolding. I let go. She continued down. In bits and pieces she nipped my skin, pulling it gently between her teeth, nursing each slight wound with the flat of her soft, pink tongue.