Time passes

Over the next few weeks, You and Doe fuck regularly. Sometimes with her getting one of her holes filled by your dick, other times it is she who fills one of your holes while wearing her strap-on.

A few months after her wings had turned black, the both of you find yourself in front of an altar. You both wear a long white dress and over a hundred people watch you both say “I do.” Followed this pledge, the two of you kissing passionately, cementing yourselves as wife and wife.

After the night’s festivities, when you and Doe have returned to your room, the two wedding dresses are laid on the table and your nude bodies are present on the bed. Doe has her back to you. You are hugging her from behind and groping her breasts. Her pussy is hugging your dick. As you fuck your angelic wife your hands slide down to her belly. Though once flat now it is slightly swollen, betraying the presence of new life inside.

When Doe is halfway into her 8th month you are called away for business. Your wife grants you a blowjob as a parting gift. When you are about to cum, she keeps your cockhead right in front of her open mouth and masturbates you with her hand as she patiently waits. When you cum, you see your sperm launch from your dick and fly straight into Doe’s mouth to land on her tongue.

The trip lasts longer than expected and by the time you return you find that the baby you put into Doe is no longer inside her. She is now holding it in her arms as it suckles on her teat.

“Is it a girl or a boy?” You ask.

“A girl, just like me.” Doe says.

She then pulls back the blanket your child is wrapped in and shows off her back, revealing two small white protrusions.

“Her wings are too small to become big like mine, though. But I guess that’s to be expected of a Nephilim like her.”

“Have you already given her a name?” You ask as you caress your daughter’s albino white hair and look into her red eyes.

“Not yet, I was waiting for you to return so we could decide together.” Doe says. “I was thinking of something like Amitiel or Gamaliel.”

“Oh, god no.” You sigh. “Perhaps in heaven those are normal names, but here she will be mocked for a name like that.”

“Then what kind of name to do you suggest?” Doe asks.

“How about … Angelica?”