A vision or a dream?

When she left my presence I finally realized just how heavy the human limbs felt. My eyes drooped and it took a concerted effort to move. This must be why the mortals always felt the need to “sleep”. I made my way through the apartment complex of stained walls, failing plaster and thin walls. The shouts of fighting neighbors and car alarms echoed through the dingy hallway accompanied by the stench of dirt and stale sex.

The key fit snugly into the lock of 3b and the door swung open. The room fit par for the complex. A thin mattress on a rusting iron base occupied one side of the complex and a table and desk in the other half of the living space. Past there was small kitchenette and filthy bathroom with a shower and toilet.

I momentarily thought about putting the things Naamah gave me into the desk for safe keeping but that idea was quickly abandoned. The items the mistress gave me were to be kept on me at all times. If I lost a gift of hers the punishments would be hellish indeed.

Fatigue finally overwhelmed me and I slumped face down into the bed and the world faded quickly from remembrance.

I was in a white room. The bed had white sheets, the windows white coverings, the door was white with a silver sheet. I couldn’t rest any longer though and I walked to the door. When I opened it the expanses of heaven were laid out before me. Streets of marble, buildings of pure radiant light; Most of all, standing before me, the angel Junia. From when the temptations first dug into I wanted her. She was without flaw. God’s perfect angel. She was radient, long blonde hair that fell to her waist, a petite heart shaped face and flawless c-cup tits bursting from her “modest” robes. She was always out of reach. This time she was just outside on my doorstep. I don’t know what came over me but I reached out and grabbed her before she could complain.

For so long I served the exalted one. The father. I served without complaint, without desire, without want. How wrong I was and I would show her just how wrong she was as well. There were complaints as I pulled her into the ivory room and threw her onto the bed. What those complaints were I couldn’t tell you. There was only the need. I mounted her, holding her down kissing along her breasts and up to her neck. I felt more than heard her moans. There was a passionate, needy creature in her core, I would bring it to the surface.

“Balam, stop. This is not what was meant for us.” She moaned into my mouth as we kissed. I felt her hips buck against mine.

“Sweet, Junia, you protest but your body knows what you want.” I ran my hands down between her theighs. Her wetness confirming what I already knew to be true. I was in the angelic garb, without any restriction I lifted my robes and pushed our sensitive areas against one another. I did not need her to be ****, but I wanted her to want it. As I held her down and rubbed against her, the breath caught. Her dampness ready for me. “Junia, we have been lied to! I know it courses through you now. You feel the pleasure, the intensity! We can have every thing we want.” I lined my thick cock up with her entrance and began to push. Her hands on my chest stopped resisting and changed to pull against my hips guiding me inside of her wanton pussy.

Her breathing intensified as her hips bucked against mine. The sounds of our passion corrupting this hall of the father. The feeling was incredible. I felt my balls, swollen by Naamah’s corruption beginning to tighten, my own breath catching in guttural moans, my seed **** for release in her tight demanding cunt. I roared with victory and…

I awoke sweat drenched in the cheap fabric sheets of my single mattress covered in my own explosion. Junia’s pussy wringing me empty still a vivid thought in my mind. She would be mine. In time. The gifts the mistress had given would be enough to get me started. Once the city was mine who was to say that she wouldn’t come to me in time as well.

The sun burned low in the sky casting harsh rays of light into the small apartment. I got up slowly, my back protesting at the poor quality of the mattress. The day was laid out before me. Where to even start on the mistress’s plans? I stumbled to the window leaning on the desk to steady myself. A piece of paper rustled under my hand. Picking it up it read “A small housewarming gift, check the desk and the closet - N” Opening the desk, there was 512$ sitting inside of a cheap wallet with a good fake license and other necessary documentation. Well time to get to work

A: Take a walk and explore the neighborhood we’re in.

B: Meet the neighbors.

C: Take the bus downtown.