Kiss Gabrielle (Fantasy Creatures)
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- | [[Gabrielle offers to 'help' you (Fantasy Creatures)|Gabrielle offers to 'help' you]]. | + | *[[Gabrielle offers to 'help' you (Fantasy Creatures)|Gabrielle offers to 'help' you]]. |
- | [[You demand Gabrielle 'helps' you (Fantasy Creatures)|You demand Gabrielle 'helps' you]]. | + | *[[You demand Gabrielle 'helps' you (Fantasy Creatures)|You demand Gabrielle 'helps' you]]. |
[[Category: Fantasy Creatures]] | [[Category: Fantasy Creatures]] |
Revision as of 22:20, 20 July 2017
You prayed to God to get you out of this mess, and He sends you an attractive woman? Perhaps He's giving you an alternate choice to whomever your father is going to pick for you. Perhaps you need to capitalise on the woman He's presented you with before it's too late. You decide you need her, and you need her now. You have to make intentions clear, and do it before your father comes looking for you.
What better way to declare your interest in someone than with a kiss? you think to yourself.
You stand up quickly, and turn your body to the angel. You gently place your hands on the curves of her hips, and she places a shocked expression upon her face. Perhaps the Lord did not tell her why she was called. No matter. She'll soon find out. You stand on the tips of your toes, and plant a soft kiss on the angel's lips, tugging her lower lip a little. Your pink lipstick, freshly applied, leaves a mark on Gabrielle's lower lip and a little below.
"Mortal, I am approaching my two-thousandth year!" she protests. "You can't seduce me. No mortal ever has, though they've tried."
"But, this is why you're here," you say. "This is why the Lord sent you to me."
"You can't be serious. You prayed... for sex... and... and He answered...?"
"No, I prayed to not have to marry someone I don't love! You are my beautiful angel, and I'll marry you instead."
Gabrielle raises an eyebrow. She can't help but be a little endeared by your naïve proposition. You're apparently not coming from a place of lust, like she believed. Still, she isn't considering marrying you at all. Perhaps she's warmed to a little less commitment, however. She places a kind hand on your cheek, and smiles.
"I'm not going to marry you," she says. "But, if you want, I could give you some of what you desire."
You kiss her again, and she reciprocates this time. You feel her hands trace your arms down to the elbows, then to your sides, where they idly hold you. She sucks your lower lip into her mouth, and gently gnaws it with her teeth, while the tip of her tongue tastes your lipstick. She then releases it, and meets your tongue with hers, as it slips through your lips and finds your teeth parted for it. Her tongue tastes of hot peppermint, but there's must in her breath. Your tongue, on the other hand, tastes as it naturally does, of your raw natural scent. The intoxicating aroma of your adrenaline is in your breath, as you breathe into Gabrielle's mouth. You feel a dampness forming between your legs. You press your body against Gabrielle's tightly almost instinctively. Wearing nothing but a dressing gown, you press your dampening crotch against Gabrielle's right leg. Gabrielle breaks the kiss, and looks down at your body. She then looks you in the eye, and smiles.
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