A Fine Addition to your Collection

“How can you be sure we can trust her!?” Artemis asked before scowling at your newly acquired angel.

“Because she let me take her god power away” you reply casually as you continue with your sewing project. Artemis spluttered for a few moments, taken aback by what you just said.

“That’s even more suspicious!” she exclaimed “What god would willingly lose their power?” she asked rhetorically, throwing a glance at you before turning back to Azrael. The raven haired angel was sitting elegantly on a fold-out chair with a silken cushion, eyes closed, legs together and her hands folded in her lap. She was also completely naked which gave you the perfect opportunity to admire her flawless body. Her skin was a light olive that reminded you of a soft, sandy beach, and her eyes, when open that is, were an emerald green. A plum shaped arse complimented her teardrop boobs, both of which had enough for a handful, but weren’t what you’d consider particularly large.

“And done” you say, finishing up your little project before getting out of your own fold-out seat and striding over to the angel sitting calmly in front of you. “Hope you like Turquoise” you say, handing a silken dress to Azrael who opened her emerald eyes and took the dress from you. Standing up, she gracefully slid into the garment, allowing you a glimpse of her snatch in the process. The dress was what modern designers might call ‘Roman style’. It was a single colour dress that, instead of having a collar like a tunic, the fabric separated into straps that went over the shoulder and met again at the back. A sash was tied around the bustline to keep everything in order. All in all, the dress displayed a good deal of cleavage, while maintaining modesty and comfort for the individual wearing it, or in this case Azrael.

“What are you intending on doing with her?” Artemis asked, not scowling anymore but still clearly annoyed.

“I intend to give her the opposite job to what she did before” you say, getting a pair of emerald orbs homing in on you. “You are going to be opening a medical clinic here in town, I’ll give you some growing plots for medicines and things, and I’ll also give you knowledge of medicine, ailments, and what have you” you tell the woman. “Please me with your . . . loyalty, and I’ll consider giving you back your god powers” you say and Azrael nodded.

“Thank you” she said, bowing her head slightly.

“Don’t thank me yet my dear” you tell her.

“You wanted to see me?” Dumont asked, striding into the room and taking a good long look at Azrael, practically drinking in the woman’s body before turning his attention to you.

“Yes and it seems you’ve already gotten a good look at the problem at hand” you reply as you fold your arms. Dumont’s smile never fades but his eyes catch a dangerous glint at your words. “She ‘was’ an angel, she’s defected” you say simply, turning to face the woman in question. “Naturally, she hasn’t yet earned our trust, but I’ve taken her power from her so she’s more or less mortal now” you explain. Dumont turned his attention to Azrael once more, striding up to her with a much more sinister smile on his face.

“Soft, yet hold their shape well” Dumont commented as he groped the woman’s breasts before walking behind her and fondling her arse. “What do you intend to do with her?” Dumont asked, turning to you as he let go of Azrael.

“Medical clinic, she’s off limits until I say otherwise” you reply, giving the man a hard look.

“Want first crack at her eh? I’ll make sure the men keep their hands to themselves” Dumont told you, turning back to the angel he copped another feel, before turning once more and making for the door. “She won’t so much as sit for dinner without us knowing how many grapes went into her wine” he said over his shoulder before leaving.

“That was . . .” Artemis began, looking after the Frankish giant with a concerned look.

“A touch concerning, but that’s understandable, he’s still rather upset about that time an angel waltzed into a town under his protection and murdered a couple dozen people” you say as you turn to Azrael “There’s the reason I’m not worried, the moment you step out of line, I doubt our Frankish friend is going to treat you kindly” you say to her. “Stay in line and I’ll protect you, this will be the last time someone touches you without your consent” you say. Azrael nodded, sucking in a deep breath through her nose as she clenched and unclenched her hands.

“I felt so helpless just then” the woman all but whispered. You nod before putting a hand on her shoulder in comfort.

“An unfortunate trait women have around the man, he’s got a bit of a presence” you say with a tired smile. “I’m not going to implant the knowledge of medicine and medical practices directly into your head, instead I’m going to give you books to read” you tell her, changing the subject to get her mind off of her ****. “It will be up to you to master the healing arts” you say and the woman nodded. You summon the first book and hand it to your new doctor, it was a book on basic infections and things like that, a common ailment in the olden days. Azrael took the book with some care, flipping the parchment pages with interest and admiring the graphic pictures drawn within.

“If you need any . . . help . . . of a womanly variety, I’ll provide it” Artemis reluctantly said, crossing her arms under her chest and turning away slightly.

“My thanks” Azrael said softly “I may . . . need it, I don’t know much about being mortal” she admitted “Least of all how to handle . . . that” she whispered, holding herself uncomfortably.

“Artemis? You know where the clinic is right?” You ask. Your lover frowned at you before nodding “Perhaps it would be best if you were to show her the way” You say.

“Before that” Azrael said, getting your attention. You turned to the woman and looked her in the eyes, she had a very intense gaze. “C-could you burn out His influence?” she asked.

“I removed your power” you say with a frown. Azrael merely shook her head before straightening herself out once more.

“Yes, but his influence still taints me, I’m worried he’ll use it to . . . control me,” she explained. You frown again as you consider her request.

“It can’t hurt . . . well, it could, I have no idea how that works but it pays to be safe” Artemis said in defence. You shrug before complying, drenching the woman in sunshine, washing her very essence and dousing her very core with the light of your power. You cleansed her in a way that was completely indescribable in mortal terms, though it was very obvious that the woman got off on it. When you are done, Azrael was on her knees, chest heaving as she gulped in air. Echos of her near psychic scream of pleasure still reverberating around the walls of the room.

“That was surprisingly . . .” Artemis began, blinking owlishly at the angel on the floor.

“Erotic” you finish, admiring the display. Azrael picked herself up off the floor on shaky legs and took a moment to get herself sorted, obviously not noticing the wet patch she left on the floor.

“That was more intense than when He did it to me the first time around” Azrael muttered breathlessly.

“Right then” you say, still a bit unsure about how to proceed. Your words, however, jogged Artemis out of her funk.

“Oh, uhh, I’ll show you the way to the clinic now” Artemis said and Azrael nodded, her body still occasionally twitching from orgasm spasms.