An Angel appears!

Rays of golden light come cascading down from the hazy upper reaches of the opening. Shining feathers of light, like fiery snowflakes float down and evaporate before hitting the floor. As the source of the radiance approaches, your eyes grow accustomed to the light and you make out a human shape at the source of the glow.

Soon the ball of light is floating just a few feet in front of you, and the unearthly radiance grows dim enough for you to make out the details of the figure.

It is clearly and undoubtedly an angel. The figure is clearly female with tall, alabaster skin, short wavy golden hair and eyes that glow with an almost frighteningly intense blue. Her golden locks are framed by a ring of pure light and a pair of delicate white wings protrude from her back. In her right hand she holds a mighty longsword that appears to be made of molten glass with flames of electrical fire crackling along its length. From the points of her wings to the tips of her toes, her naturally naked frame projects a powerful image of divine beauty, dignity, authority and strength, such as any human would be honoured and humbled to lay eyes upon.

But of course, that´s not what you notice. Rather that bask in the overwhelming holiness of this otherworldly messenger as any civilised being would, your eyes instead take in the tightness of her toned belly, the smooth length of her legs, the voluptuous swell of her wide hips and heavy breasts that could best be described as Ｔｈｉｃk. You take in the pale pink of her nipples, the youthful blush on her cheeks and the small tuft of feather-like golden hair on her deliciously plump mons pubis, which barely conceals the delicate, rose-coloured folds of her labia. Most of all, you focus on her mouth, the soft, full lips the same shade of pink as her nipples and labia, glistening in the light of her halo. Her face is fixed in a stern expression of authority.

Where any man or beast with even a shred of morality would be on their knees, prostrating themselves before this glorious Envoy of the Supreme, you instead feel a stirring in your pants.

Opening her luscious mouth, the angel begins to speak. Her voice is soft yet stern, rather like a librarian´s, but it resounds in your empty head impossibly loudly.

"HALT MORTAL! I am Zophiel-833 of the 8004th Divine Host and Cherub of Yesod. By the grace of the Metatron, I am Guardian of the Seventh Portal of Eden! Your kind has no place here; state your business or be confined to the Ashes of Oblivion by my Flaming Sword of Judgement!" Her voice is filled with the passion that comes from using so many Capital Letters, causing her prodigious chest to jiggle enticingly.

Still staring openly at her bouncing tits, you answer "I died. Went to Blowjob Universe. Got a ticket, says, 'Heaven' on it" you hold the, somehow uncrumpled, blue ticket up for her to see, "That means I get to go to heaven and have my dick sucked, right?"

Looking shocked at the very thought that such a thing could exist, the angels floats down to your level and snatches the ticket from your hand. As she scans it her expression goes from anger to incredulity to sheer dismay.

"This- this cannot be!" she exclaims "This is clearly Raqic paper, the ink is of divine make and this seal, th-this is clearly the official Seal of Araboth! How is this even possible?!" To your delight, her eyes begin to tear up in frustration. "No Mortal has been permitted to pass for Aeons untold! Not since the Deluge! The Choirs would never authorize this, so how come a lowly, sinful human like you..." her voice trails off in disbelief.

"Yup!" you crow "That shit´s official, it´s even got the gold trim and the holographic wossname in the corner! You can´t do jack to me now bitch!" You take one step towards her and she recoils, dropping her sword to the ground.

After all that walking through the desert, you feel like you could do with some relief...