Dear Doctor

You smile as you enter Azrael’s clinic, seeing her nose deep in a book. Your smile fades, however, when you notice how upset she looks. Reading Azrael was hard at first, she’s not a very expressive person, likely not used to expressing any emotion at all but you’ve learnt some of her tells at least.

“Something the matter?” you ask as you walk up to the angel’s desk. Azrael closed the book she had been reading with a thud, before twisting around and picking out another book, flipping the pages until she got to a diagram of a male body. This particular diagram was showing the organs.

“I have a patient, I think he has a virus and nothing I’ve done is working” Azrael said quietly. She might have been screaming frantically for all the discomfort she was expressing. “None of the medicines you gave me worked no matter how creative I got” she continued.

“Viruses” you say thoughtfully, slowly pacing in front of the woman’s desk. Azrael paused in her frantic study to look up at you, acceptance written in her eyes as she watches you. You give the woman a sad smile. “May I see the patient?” you ask. After a moment, Azrael gets up, casually wrapping a leather belt around her waist, slips her feet into some simple sandals and heads out at a brisk pace.

It wasn’t long until you arrived at a nondescript house. A boy, possibly eighteen or nineteen answered the door, giving Azrael a scathing look.

“Here to try again?” the boy sneered “haven’t we suffered your false hopes enough?” he asked.

“If I may be permitted to see the man” you say, looking the boy in the eye. “Or you’d rather prefer the man died with no fight given? Coward” you add, getting a look of rage from the boy who shoved the door open, smashing it against the wall.

“Fine! But if this doesn’t work, the whole town’ll know you’re a fake!” the kid exclaimed. You ignored his words and enter, moving through the relatively cramped space to where the beds were. Despite the distance from Rome, the Roman style apartment was still prevalent here. A single room abode with partitions if the occupants felt fancy, but otherwise the same room.

As you arrive at the man’s bed, you see a girl sitting beside him, she couldn’t have been more than fifteen. You also noticed she was sobbing, holding the limp hand of the man that was probably her father.

“He . . . He just . . .” the girl said, turning her pain filled eyes to you and Azrael. You felt, rather than saw, your angel sag on her feet as her defeat was made clear.

“Viruses” you say softly, walking up to the man and inspecting his corpse. “One of the Great Killers” you add, disinfecting the occupants of the house with a mental flex, they no doubt were infected also. “Vicious and infectious with no cure” you continue, grabbing the dead man’s soul from the soul-catch you had set up. Didn’t want Him getting any more. “The only things that can be done are to fortify the body and prey” you say as you repair the damage done to the man’s body, making it ready for his soul’s return. “Fortify and pray, as through faith” you say, pausing for dramatic effect. “Miracles happen” you all but whisper. By this point, the girl had stopped crying, and was staring at you with rapt attention, eyes brimming with a swirling maelstrom of emotion. You stare the girl in the eye before smirking and flicking your eyes to her father. The girl hesitantly turned her head to look and gasped as her father drew in a breath, eyes fluttering open. “He will need food and rest, but he will recover” you say before turning and giving the boy a stare down. The kid bowed his head and stood to the side, a single tear trailing down his cheek.

“I” Azrael began once you had left the house. “Thank you,” she said. “But that was a one off wasn’t it?” she asked.

“Find a way to fight viruses, they can be fought, just not cured” you tell the woman who drew in a breath and nodded. You turned to face her, stopping to admire how her dress clung to her hips while she was wearing her belt. It might have been almost a leather sash than a belt but it still bunched her dress up and the waist and framed her hips.

“How do you fight them? The tonics I tried to combat the damage with did virtually nothing” Azrael asked.

“There are a few ways, one is to infect an animal that is much more capable of fending off disease, and using its blood to develop a treatment that will hopefully reduce the severity of the illness if someone is infected later” you explain “I’ll give you a book on that, it’s a complicated topic” you add. “There’s also fortifying, maybe the person can fight it off themselves” you say, stepping closer to the angel. “And of course, there’s god powers but that’s not quite available to you right now” you say, lowering your voice as you get closer to Azrael, bringing yourself into kissing distance of the angel.

Azrael’s glimmering green eyes flickered to yours in myriad of emotions and her breath hitched as you leisurely wrap your arms around her waist and lightly press yourself against her, connecting the two of you at the hips. Azrael moved almost automatically as she raised her arms and pressed against your chest, not pushing you away, but rather allowing you to engulf her in your presence. You bring yourself closer to her, sliding a hand up her back until finally, your lips touch in a soft and gentle kiss. Your hand rests gently on her neck, pressing her into you more as you press forward, bending her backwards. You drive her until her full weight is on your arms and not her feet, kissing her passionately as you do.

Several moments go by, a small eternity for you as your revel in the silky feeling of Azrael’s lips and her hair. Finally, however, you break the kiss, staring deeply into your angel’s emerald eyes.

“Shall we continue this in bed?” you ask in a soft whisper. Her only response was an almost imperceptible nod. With a grin you teleport yourself and Azrael back to her place, still holding the angel.

You smirked as you noticed Azrael hadn’t bothered to make her bed, seemingly having just climbed out of it and gotten on with her day. Still, it wouldn’t matter momentarily as you were about to mess it up. You tug at her belt, untying it in short order before tossing it to the side. Next, you worked on her girdle, the knot gave you some trouble, but with a little dexterity, it joined the belt on the floor. With her dress now hanging loosely to her frame, Azrael took some initiative and slid the dress off herself, bundling it up and walking over to a hamper filled with used clothes. You smirked as she inadvertently gave you a good look at her arse as she walked. With that done, Azrael turned to look at you, standing awkwardly as she had no idea what to do next. This had you moving again and, in short order, your own clothes were in a pile on the floor. Azrael eyed the clothes on the floor first, before switching to your member, and then at your body before going back to your member.

“Uhh” Azrael began, uncomfortably.

“First we need to be on the bed” you say with a comforting tone. You hadn’t given her any books on sexual education just yet. She knew OF it of course but that was it. Prompted by your words, Azrael snapped out of her little stupor and climbed onto her bed. You followed her a moment later, climbing on top of her and kissing her gently.

“Will it hurt?” the woman asked softly.

“A little, at first” you tell her before kissing her some more. “After, I think I shall give you tomes on sexual affairs” you say, kissing her again to build passion.

“I” Azrael began, getting cut off by a kiss “Have been” she continued, getting cut off again “To ask for that” she finished, now expecting your kiss, she kissed back. You are pleased to note the growing hunger in her kisses as you made out with her.

You spend several moments just kissing, letting her hands roam over your body. Finally, you break the kiss and give your angel a meaningful look, a look that causes her to take a deep breath. With that, you rock backward until you are on your knees, presenting your rock hard member.

“Uhh wh- . . . what do I do?” Azrael asked, her eyes glued to your shaft.

“I could begin, but this could use some . . . lubrication to ease the passing” you say, giving your shaft a couple strokes.

“Uh unn how?” Azrael asked.

“Blowjob, take it in your mouth and use your tongue to stroke it, mind the teeth, it’s more sensitive than other body parts” you explain and the angel nodded, getting her legs under her so that she was on her knees. You let your weight fall backwards onto your hands as Azrael bent over your cock, gingerly testing it with her tongue. She took a few experimental laps at it before running her tongue up and down your shaft. “Stop when you think it’s lubricated enough” you say and Azrael nodded, inadvertently taking your cock into her mouth. You sigh in pleasure at her accidental head and this spurs her on to do it again and again, until more and more of your shaft disappears into her mouth.

She was hesitant and unsure so you knew you weren’t going to get off on her blowjob, but that’s okay it felt good, and the important part was the lubrication anyway. Eventually, Azrael either got bored or decided that was enough because she lifted her head off your throbbing shaft, a glistening trail of saliva connecting her to your member for a few more moments. Azrael then gave you a questioning look, asking what to do next. You had to admit, the look she was giving you and her position right above your cock with her arse in the air, it was very enticing.

“Lay back and spread your legs” you whisper, watching as the girl startled slightly as she realised what was next. Azrael then got her legs under again and transitioned onto her back, eyes watching you as her legs split apart. The reveal of her flower was slow, dramatic, and worth it, her pink snatch resting smoothly between her legs.

With a grin you crawl forwards, gently hooking your arms into her knees and putting Azrael into the spread eagle position. Next, you take your cock and begin gently rubbing her snatch with the tip of your member. After a moment, you get a moan from the angel whom you are certain has never even touched herself. Finally, you feel the time has come, a quick look at Azrael’s face and you see the nervous excitement in her eyes as you line yourself up and press in. Her tightness is a barrier at first, but one that gives. Slowly but surely, your member presses into the virgin flower of your angel. You check the woman’s face for signs of discomfort and see her biting her lip, her arms either side of her as you press onwards. Finally, you are hilted out inside of Azrael and you watch the girl’s chest heave for a moment.

“Welcome to womanhood” you tell her with a grin. Azrael says nothing, merely watching you with excitement in her eyes. You wrap your arms around the woman’s back and press yourself into her chest, delighting in her soft and warm breasts as they cushioned your chest. You kiss the angel passionately before starting up a nice and leisurely pace, pistoning inside of the formerly virgin angel’s snatch, gently plundering her unclaimed depths.

You built up a comfortable pace as you fucked Azrael. Nothing special or fanciful, just a standard pace for the woman’s first ever orgasm. You could tell she was getting close when she began moaning into your shoulder, wrapping her arms around your back and pressing her chest against you as she arched her back. Finally, with a completely unexpected squeak that quickly devolved into a moan, Azrael came, the shuddering orgasm sending you into overdrive. You pour an orgasm of your own into the angel's snatch as she comes down from hers, firing the last few drops of cum deep into her snatch before pulling out and rolling off of her.

The two of you lay side by side for a time, holding hands as you bask in the afterglow.

“That was amazing,” Azrael said airily. You turn your head to look at her, giving her a soft smile as she stared into space, lost in a replay of what had just happened.

“That was very basic” you tell the woman “There is so much more to sex than what we just did” you add

“D-did you enjoy it?” Azrael asked, rolling onto her side so she could look at you.

“Of course, I’m just used to more . . . well more” you say softly.

“I don’t really want more, but if you’d like . . . I can keep going” Azrael said, eyes flicking to your member. You stop her by putting a hand on her cheek, noting, with a smile, that she was nuzzling your hand slightly.

“If you don’t want more, then that’s that. The rule is both parties consent” you tell the angel who nodded. You also noted that she still looked uncomfortable so you wrapped her up in a hug. “Blowjobs and handjobs are a great way to please a guy when you don’t want sex, but I came so I don’t need more” you tell the woman who sighed.

“This is so . . . new” she said softly, hands tracing the muscles on your back. “Can you take away the rest of my power?” she asked. You frowned as you looked at the girl.

“Why?” you asked, confused.

“I want to be fully human, to understand them” she told you “I can feel it, the power, my immortality” she told you. You spend a minute searching her eyes for any hint of doubt. When you see none, you sigh and kiss the angel, drawing the last of her power out of her as you do. Azrael kissed you back eagerly, all but giving you the last of her divine strength.

“It’s not like you would be gone if you died” you tell her as you break the kiss. “I’d just grab your soul and bring it back anyway” you add. At this, Azrael laughed. A musical peal of laughter that would make High Elves and the Eldar blush. You smiled at her, noting that it was her eyes that expressed her emotion. Despite having just been laughing, the smile on her face was barely noticeable, instead, her eyes were glimmering with amusement. “If you weren’t already set on being the Goddess of Medicine, I’m sure you’d have made a fine love goddess” you tell the angel as the two of you untangle to lie side by side once more.

“I don’t know the first thing about love” Azrael told you, grabbing your hand and entwining her fingers with yours.

“If only one of the love goddesses survived in the Roman or Greek pantheons” you mutter.

“Ishtar’s alive,” Azrael told you. You turn your head to look at her, a frown on your face.

“What?” you ask.

“Ishtar, or Easter as she’s better known in Italy” Azrael said. “She’s alive, He is keeping her locked up in the Garden of Eden, using her power over love to accrue followers more quickly” she explained. You blink a few times.

“You’re gonna need to point this garden out to me on a map” you say distractedly.

“I should have waited until later” Azrael muttered “Will you stay the night if I give you one of these ‘blowjobs’ you’re so fond of?” she asked. You gave the angel a look and noted she was being serious.

“I will stay the night on one condition” you tell her seriously.

“What’s that?” the angel asked, a slight hitch in her voice from fear.

“You let me give you another orgasm” you tell her. Azrael blinked a few times.

“Just me?” she asked and you nodded “Just one?” she asked and you nodded. Her eyes flicked down to your shaft before returning to your eyes.

“My cock will have nothing to do with this” you tell her, a grin forming as confusion descends on Azrael’s face.

“O-okay, umm do your thing?” Azrael said cautiously.

“Prepare for a world of new sensations” you say as you waggle your fingers in front of her. You then begin fondling the woman’s breasts. You just know she’s going to make the best sounds over the next hour or two.