Zinyael invites Abby to touch her and explore her desires

"I know a bit about desire," says Zinyael, leaning closer to Abby. "It aches inside you, like a dream you cannot forget, until it feels as if it will burst inside your heart."

The conflict plays out on Abby's face. Her gaze lingers on Zinyael's luscious breast, still exposed, and returns to the fallen angel's expressive blue eyes. Zinyael waits for Abby to say something, but the teen cannot seem to find her words. Zinyael knows well of angelic scorn for human lust. Some of the angels are particularly scornful of humans that experience pleasure with others of the same gender. Zinyael has never believed in such cruel judgment. She sees the pain in Abby's face and she feels only sympathy.

"It would be alright if you would like to touch me," says Zinyael.

"T-touch you?" There is a note of disbelief in Abby's voice. Abby's brown eyes grow even wider as Zinyael uncovers both breasts and thrusts her chest forward. Her pale mounds heave gently with her breathing. Her pale areolas and pale pink nipples seem to invite Abby's touch.

"As much as you would like," says Zinyael.

Abby reaches for the fallen angel's heavenly breasts. She pulls her hands back and shakes her head, laughing. "This is so stupid."

"There is no need to fight this," says Zinyael. "Here, give me your hands."

Abby relucantly holds her hands out. Zinyael takes hold of them and lifts them to her breasts. She covers Abby's hands and squeezes gently so the young woman can feel the softness of her breasts.

"They're so warm," murmurs Abby.

"Feel the weight of them," says Zinyael. "They are a perfect size. I am made that way."

"Yeah, you are like, uh, like totally perfect," says Abby. Zinyael lifts her hands from Abby's and Abby leaves her hands in place. She stares at Zinyael's breasts, the mounds blushing faintly where they have been touched. Abby begins to move her fingers, bending Zinyael's plump nipples, cupping Zinyael's breasts and gently squeezing. Abby hefts Zinyael's breasts in her hands. She squeezes them and shapes them.

Zinyael watches, trying to remain unaffected, but she cannot deny the lust growing in her own body. The way Abby's fingers feel rubbing against her nipples is exciting. She finds herself looking at Abby's lightly parted lips and the flush in the young woman's cheeks.

"Touch them as much as you would like," whispers Zinyael softly. "However... mmmm... however you would like?"

Zinyael sees Abby's aura in rippling, turbulent red. Although the teen's aura is colored with sin, the darkness seems to be dissipating around Abby's head.

"Could I, um, I mean... would it be alright to kiss you?" Abby asks. "I mean, you are so beautiful and I think I would like to..."

"Whatever you desire," whispers Zinyael, pressing closer to Abby. "I am here for you."

The teenager nods gently, closes her eyes, and leans up slightly to reach her lips to Zinyael's soft lips. The moment they make contact, Abby lets out a moan and presses forward much more firmly. She pushes her body against Zinyael's naked softness. The fallen angel is surprised by the young woman's tongue thrusting into her mouth. Zinyael parts her lips and the heat of their embrace seems to melt inside her mouth. Abby's tongue thrusts and squirms and the teenager moans louder, breathing through her nose, pushing Zinyael gently back towards the bed.

Abby seems to realize what she is doing and pulls back with embarrassment.

"I... I'm sorry, I was overwhelmed and... I didn't mean to be so aggressive." The teen's face is flushed with excitement. Zinyael sees that her aura is more crimson and turbulent than ever. She is a trembling volcano of barely-controlled desires.

"You want to make love with me," Zinyael realizes aloud. Abby takes the statement to be a question.

"No, no, not that. I'm sorry. I haven't... that's too far. It was just a kiss. It was weird, wasn't it?" She strokes her hair nervously from her face and looks away from Zinyael.

"It was not strange. It was exciting." Zinyael runs her hands slowly over her breasts and down to her thighs. She presses both hands between her legs as Abby watches. Zinyael rubs at her immaculate quim and lets out a soft, gasping moan. She feels hot all over. It is like the time she was with Clark Bennett. "It has aroused my own desire to be touched and to touch you. I am afraid... I think we must make love, Abby Vincent."

"What? R-really?" Abby looks at her with wide eyes. "What do we do?"

It is a fair question for the fallen angel. She has never before considered intercourse with a woman. She wants to kiss and touch Abby, but she does not know how such things would progress further for a woman. Perhaps if she used her hands to pleasure Abby. Or her tongue. Or Abby could do such things to her. A confusion of such lewd ideas momentarily overwhelms the excited angel.

Abby trembles with desire. The teenager takes a step closer to the Zinyael, her eyelids heavy with lust and a smile on her face. "I will do it. Oh, god, I can't believe this is happening. You're so... so sexy... I... Whatever... whatever you tell me to do. I've never done it before. But with you... I want to do it."