Head upstairs and help Randy Vincent

Zinyael feels a new sense of purpose as she leaves Barbara Vincent cooking dinner and climbs the stairs to the house’s second floor. It is as if each step she takes up those stairs brings her closer to Heaven.

She notices a light from Abby’s bedroom and sees the pretty young woman is sitting on her bed listening to music. The sound entices Zinyael and she takes a step closer, seeing the young woman is reading the strange glowing tablet that humans have made in recent years. Abby does not seem to notice the fallen angel standing near the door, so Zinyael moves on, intent on helping Randy Vincent and the malaise that afflicts his spirit and his loins.

The door to Randy’s office is open a crack. She can see the man has shed his suit jacket and hanged it from a peg beside the door. He sits at a large wooden desk and although he has a glowing screen like Abby’s, he seems to be reading from a book. Zinyael finds this comforting. She knocks lightly at the man’s office door.

“Come in,” he says, looking up at her over a pair of reading glasses. “Ah, Zinyael was it? Glad you came up.”

He gets up from his chair and welcomes her into the room, pulling the door closed behind her and snapping the lock shut. He presses close against her, his body firmly muscled beneath his suit, his chest pressing against her soft breasts. He has a spicy, oaken scent that excites Zinyael unexpectedly. She feels her cheeks grow warm and her human heart beat a little faster. He takes half a step back from her, but rests his hand on her hip as he looks her up and down. He smiles and Zinyael can see more crimson pulses through his aura and radiating from the shadow on his loins.

“Did Mr. Modeus Send you?” He asks stroking her hip and lifting the sweatshirt up from her waist to expose a bit of her pale abdomen.

“No, I am sorry,” she says. “I do not know any Mr. Modeus.”

He seems to ignore her, lifting her sweatshirt a bit more as he softly murmurs, “Bold for him to parade you in front of my family like that. The last time he sent a girl to my house it was… Melena? Was that her name? She was skinny. Not as gorgeous as you, just a pretty little junkie girl. Oh, but I had fun with her. Do you know her?”

“Melena? I do not know this name, I am sorry.”

“Girls in and out, I’m sure,” he chuckles. “Mr. Modeus’s clients can be rough, I bet. Not me, sweetheart. I’ll be nice and gentle.”

He holds her hips in both hands before taking a step back and giving her a little more room. Zinyael feels hot all over and her body is reacting in strange ways. Her nipples are tender and rubbing inside the sweatshirt with each breath she takes and her quim is throbbing and feels hot. Randy Vincent is handsome, but it goes beyond that. He seems dangerous and although she feels as if she should run away she finds that danger exciting.

“I… I came to help you, Randy Vincent,” she says, watching the shifting darkness on his loins. “You have something… some problem. I want to heal you.”

“Oh, he told you, did he?” Randy chuckles, but he looks annoyed. “You want to play nurse? Should have brought the costume. I like that look. Short skirt…” He sniffs and turns suddenly to his desk. He takes a key out of his pocket and unlocks a drawer in his desk. He takes a black wooden box out of the drawer and sets it on the desk. “Don’t you worry about my ‘problem,’ sweetheart. Mr. Modeus gave me something for that too. We’ll have all sorts of fun.”

Zinyael watches curiously as he takes a small vial of black liquid out of the box. He unscrews the top and looks at her with wild eyes as he drinks the liquid in the vial. He grunts like a predatory beast tasting blood and a tosses the vial aside. He licks his lips and savors the sight of her once more.

“Take off your clothes,” he growls.

“Would that… make you feel better?” She asks hopefully.

“Yes, much better,” he chuckles.

Zinyael did not know shame before this moment, but as Randy Vincent watches her she feels fear about removing her clothing. She knows she must. She has to do anything she can to help. She forces a sweet smile onto her face and curls her fingers beneath the sweatshirt. She lifts it up her body, catching her ample breasts and lifting them up as she pulls the shirt over her head. Her soft, creamy mounds spill free, bouncing back into place, her pale nipples erect. She hears Randy Vincent grunt with pleasure as she lifts the sweatshirt off her head and sets it aside. Her plump mounds rise and fall with each breath and her pale golden hair spills over her shoulders.

“Gorgeous tits, babe,” he says. “Natural? Oh, fuck yes, look at hose they move. Those are natural. So hot. Take those sweats off too, sweetheart.”

She bites her lower lip, but nods agreement. She does not understand why she is trembling, but her thighs quiver as she lowers the soft trousers, exposing the mound of her cunt, her hairless folds, and her creamy thighs. She slips the sweatpants down completely and steps out of the strange rubbery fabric that encloses her ankles. Lifting her foot up exposes her pink pussy more fully and her face burns with unexpected shame as Randy Vincent seemingly enjoys the view.

When she is nude before him, he says, “Spectacular. Turn around, baby, let me see that ass.”

“Ass?” She does not understand what he means, but he motions with his hand and she slowly turns around to show him her backside.

“Oh my god, look at that,” he laughs and smacks her bottom hard enough to make her cry out. “That is an ass, baby. Nice and juicy.” He squeezes her buttocks with both hands and leans over her. She grabs the frame of the locked door to keep from falling over. “I can feel the elixir working, baby. It’s getting hard and thick. You want to see?”

“See?” She is so confused by the way he is squeezing her bottom and rubbing against her.

“Yeah, I’ll show you,” he laughs. “It gets so hard and thick when I take that sip. Ready for that tight little pussy.” His fingers rub across the folds of her sex before he takes a step away from her.

Zinyael gasps at the sensation, as if the touch of heaven itself has stirred against her aching loins. She turns to see Randy Vincent unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his trousers. He opens them and draws his underwear down, his thick, veined cock springing free of his trousers. He leers at her and strokes his hand slowly up and down his bulging shaft.

“You like this, baby?”

She is speechless. It is so much larger than Clark Bennett’s manhood, so much darker, almost purple at the tip, with a huge, helmet-like cap and veins practically pulsating along the thick shaft. Randy grabs her hand and pulls it to his cock. It brushes warmly against her fingers. There is something faintly wet and oily leaking from the tip.

“Are you ready to get fucked, baby?” He murmurs and leans almost into a kiss, his breath hot against her face. “Are you ready for this thick cock in that perfect little pussy? I’m ready. Or did you want to start me off with a suck, baby? Up to you, I can go all night.”

He steps back and sits down in his office chair, his huge, purple cock sticking up obscenely from his lap and his two heavy bollocks on display. He grins wolfishly at her.

Zinyael is overwhelmed. This is not what she expected at all. As her body trembles and her angelic cunt throbs with desire, she gazes upon Randy Vincent and sees his aura. It is now pulsing red with bestial desire. There is an almost-demonic glow in his eyes that scares her. Yet… her body craves him. He seems to be mocking her with this lust, inviting her to do things that she seems to imagine from whole cloth. To suckle him! To ride him! To take him into her virginal ass! Such thoughts are sinful and yet they feel her mind in disorienting waves.

“Come on over, baby,” he laughs. “I see you drooling. Get your mouth on this big cock.”

"This is not right," she whimpers. "This is sinful."

"You're goddamn right," he laughs, stroking his huge cock.

Zinyael moans softly, covering her mouth with her hand as she fights against this unwholesome desire. Her breasts heave with each excited breath.