The Blessing that is adoring you

(If you want to jump to the smut without the fluff or story, look for the long black line and begin reading from there. Otherwise please enjoy my very first attempt at a erotic fanfic. English isn't my first language so I apologize for any mistakes and writhing errors along the way. This is a MtG fanfic that you can also find in Ao3 under the same name for more tags.) 

The bright light pouring into the nursery offered a comforting warmth that aided the opioids and healing enchantments put on me in order to dull the pain.

It was getting better. I could move around without having to bite down screaming and my head was clear enough to think. Still to say that I felt alright would have been a lie so obvious that even a Gruul child would have been able to see through it.

I laid on my back with closed eyes, trying to relax and ignore the discomfort that still burned all throughout my body. My good arm rested on the small bed, while my left was bandaged up and set to rest on my abdomen. Both my legs were wrapped on bandages and some sort of cold, slimy substance that the healers claimed would help them heal soon enough.

I honestly didn’t even want to look down, look at the mess that had been made of me. The priests had said it wasn’t that bad, that I would walk out looking better than ever, but I did not dare to verify that. Instead I kept my mind away from any further thoughts by fidgeting with my lucky coin. The one my father had given to me as a gift when I had been officially sworn into the Legion. It was a simple gold Zino coin, no different from any other you could find in the pocket of any legionary or citizen, other than its age. It had been passed down from my grandfather to my pa and now to me. All of us Boros soldiers, all carrying this coin. Its golden tint was still as gleaming as any newly minted coin, as I cleaned it regularly, with the rune for ‘1’ on one of its sides and the image of the Warleader on the other.

The Warleader.

I inhaled slowly as memories of the day began to slowly pour back into me, the sounds of battle, the shouting of commands, the stench of sweat, fire and blood... and her.

It had started ordinary enough. Checking up on equipment, morning training, doing some light errands for the sergeant and then off to patrol duty. The sun had been shining, we had moved past some of the backer streets so I had been able to smell some fresh bread and to top it off I had been paired up with some of my friends for the patrol. The angels had truly smiled down on me. Or so I had through at first.

It had taken all of thirty minutes for us to get the call. Gruul raiders from the Rage Pits having made it all the way to the northern parts of Tin street. Every patrol called on to rally around the local firemane commander to repel the attack.

We had run like men chased by whisperers of doom, soon joining into the main force and being send out to meet the enemy. I still didn’t know what madness had compelled me to volunteer for the vanguard, but I had done just that. Maybe it was the thrill of the incoming battle, or the idea that I could prove myself...or maybe it had been because the angels had been watching.

I grunted in annoyance, as every bruise, broken bone and swollen piece of skin screamed at me for that decision for the uncountable time this day. Reminding me of what had happened afterwards.

We had marched at them in formation, shields held high and warhorns blazing. The swiftblades already biting into the enemy like lightning. The memories of the fighting itself were largely a storm of blurs and broken apart images, but I did remember the excitement. The adrenaline rushing through my veins and the battle-cries of the comrades around me as we saw the firemanes flying above us. And the overwhelming green tide of barbarians who faced us. Way more than we had been informed about.

I tried to piece together the broken images and sounds, to get a clearer picture of the battle that had almost cost me my life. But only got myself a piercing headache and the screaming faces of Gruul savages as a reward for my efforts.

The part that was burned into my skull however, was when we had begun to lose. And to lose badly. First the shamans of those motherless bastards had begun chanting some crazed war song. I had almost begun to laugh at that, until the ground had begun to quake. A hellion had erupted from the ground like a freshly born volcano, spewing fire and lava and feasting upon the very ground we were standing upon. The air full of ash and the screaming around me having almost made me deaf in my right ear. An ear I had then had to keep from being cut off me, by a Gruul ravager.

Then another and another, until I had found myself in the heart of the battle alongside several other legionaries who had looked just as confused and blood crazed as I had been. And then I had finally seen why this battle had been going so horribly for us.

A trio of Gruul Giants as tall as the buildings around us had been rampaging through the frontlines and smashing everything around them. I had begun to prey to the angels as the giants’ enormous bulks had drawn closer and closer, while me and those around me had charged ahead instead of trying to back away. Too deep into the fighting to make it out anyways and more interested in a glorious, stupid death than anything else.

By any stretch of the imagination, that should have been the death of me. I should have been getting screamed at for my stupidity by my ancestors in the afterlife by now. Because even if I wanted to, I couldn’t lie, I had acted like the last idiot on Ravnica. 

And yet, when I looked back, I would have done the exact same thing a hundred times over. I would have charged into a hundred of those giants and against Rakdos himself.

Because I had gotten to see her.

The giants had screamed in fear and pain as sudden burst of fire and light had cut down one of them in two, the other falling to see his knees as the light emanating from their new foe had been too much for him to bear.

But not for me. I could have stared into that light until it had burned through my irises and it would have never have been enough for me. The sight of her, been beyond anything that I could have hoped for.

She had descended like a falling star, like a ray of sunshine that had taken physical form. A breath-taking, awe-inspiring, perfect form. Her hair had glimmered in the light of her own radiance like a river of fire. Her wings had been as if made out of solid gold and pure white, while her master-crafted armour had been beyond the craftsmanship of any smith I had ever seen. I had almost fallen to my knees by the sight of her.

Aurelia.

The Warleader.

The guildmaster herself had come to save the day.

I felt my cheeks redden as the thoughts of what I had done after returned to me. I had been completely consumed by the desire, the need to be at her side, to fight alongside her. So I had screamed her name like a madman and charged through the Gruul standing in my way. Just so I could reach her. So I could fight in her grace and presence. Just to be near her.

I had been told that people had followed me, that I had performed some immense act of bravery. But all I remember was that need, the need to be in the presence of the greatest of all angels. Of the object of my adoration, faith and worship.

The other thing I remember was how I had made a complete fool of myself in front of her.

I had somehow made it remarkably near, even though I’m still unsure as to how I had managed to do that with the countless Gruul all around me. Yet I had, I had felt her radiant aura warming my skin as she had been fighting on ahead. Drawing the attention of the horde until her warriors could reach and join her. My world had become nothing more than the swinging of my sword and her brilliance guiding me in the distance, on and on to reach my lady. But then I had seen one of the giants running towards her, ginormous hammer in hand and swinging with enough strength to crush a building. Swinging it just as the Warleader had cut one of its giant brethren down, just as her eyes were turned away for but a moment.

I had acted on complete instinct, not even sure if a single thought had crossed my mind in those few seconds.

Summoning whatever shielding magic I had learned and throwing myself between the hammer and the great angel.

I rubbed my tired eyes and clenched my teeth as my bones began to scream at me once again for that decision. The next thing I’d known was the sound of my bones breaking and the taste of blood in my mouth, as I had flown through the air and slammed into a nearby building.

By every margin of logic, I should have died then and there, gone out with one last heroic deed and kicked the bucket. Instead, I had been blessed beyond my imagination.

I had felt warm hands gently lifting me up and equally as warm energy filling me, restoring me back to strength. When I had opened my eyes, golden eyes more beautiful than the rising sun had been looking down at me. Everything had been blurry and distorted, everything except her face.

I can still picture her. Every detail, every hair and ray of light on her. All of it is perfectly burned into my mind and I pray it never fades in any capacity.

The perfect beauty of the divine.

The soft features of the angel standing in contrast to the iron that crowned her face, her golden eyes looking down on me with her red irises barely visible from within the light, her full red lips partly opened as she spoke. Everything about her was perfect beauty, strength, divinity. And her words... her words had radiated through my very soul.

“It is not your time. The Legion still needs your blade.”

The moment I remembered her words my entire body filed itself with that same burst of energy that had fuelled me back into action. I barely remember anything about what came after except me chasing after her in battle, striking any foe that dared stand in her glory and grace. I had felt more alive than ever, more driven, stronger and clearer in what I had to do. I remembered feeling that this was exactly what I had been born to do.

And then of course I had fallen unconscious. And awoken in this room.

I covered my eyes once more and tried not to think about the angel seeing me falling on my face like some disgraced cadet after she had saved my life. Because I knew if I dwelt on it any longer, I might have not found enough of a purpose to get out of this bed ever.

Instead I laid there and tried to rest until sleep claimed me.

Some days later...

I walked through the halls of Sunhome with a raised chin and hand on the pommel of my sword. The sun caressing my skin gently as I saluted and greeted my fellow soldiers on the way to my captain.

My limbs were still somewhat stiff from the wounds and previously broken bones, yet thanks to the priests and healers It no longer hurt to move or train. The few days off duty that had been given to me had been sorely needed, but I was eager to get back to my regular duties.

Some of the officers and privates that passed me threw me curious looks, with some whispering behind my back once they thought I was too far to hear. Whispering about the man who had been saved by the Warleader, who had fought and shouted like a madman. Not as if I hadn’t heard all of that by my friends a hundred times over by now.

I ignored them and hurried up to the captain’s office. Once inside I saluted the older minotaur that was my direct superior and waited for him to give me permission to speak.

“Sir. You wanted to speak to me?”

The captain nodded and rested his chin on his knuckles. “I see you are fit for action once more Renan? Good, very good.” He looked down towards an open letter on his desk. “While I would love to send you to your usual duties, your presence is being requested somewhere else.” I frowned but didn’t speak. The question on my face seemed to have been enough for my old captain as he snorted a laugh and turned the letter around for me to read. “That stunt of yours seems to have made quite the impression.”

The letter was a short and formal command for my summoning, for me to be immediately send to a mage-priest I had never met as soon I was deemed physically fit.

I looked at the captain questioningly but he only shrugged. “I know as much as you do kiddo. But my advise is to best get going. You wouldn’t want to keep whomever wants you waiting.” I nodded and saluted quickly before turning and walking away.

I tried not to think about what this could be about as I quickly marched through the halls of Sunhome. The infinite ways in which I could have disgraced myself were too overwhelming to think about, chief among them of course being potentially exposing the Warleader to danger as she had saved me. There was also the chance that this was some reward. Maybe in the haze of battle that I couldn’t remember I had indeed done as well as some of my friends insisted I had, but that was rather unlikely all things considered. I steeled myself and banished al those thoughts, worrying about it wouldn’t change anything and the captain was right. Keeping whomever wanted to see me waiting could only prove itself as stupid as charging into a wall of spears.

I hurried along, walking as fast as I could without running. After a few minutes I finally found the office of the mage-priest the letter had mentioned. I breathed in deeply and tried to calm my nerves. I took my helmet off, fixing my short brown hair into something approaching a good-looking shape, before strapping the helmet to my belt, as I didn’t want to seem rude. I knocked in the pattern that the entire wing of Sunhome had needed to learn due to the fear of Dimir spies, before waiting for the man inside to grant me entrance.

An older male voice called for me to enter a moment later. A modest chamber greeted me as I entered, filled on both sides by long racks filled with books, scrolls and heavy tomes that looked older than the walls around me. In the middle was a simple desk with an olden dark-skinned man with a long beard looking up am me. “Private Renan Grezar?” he asked with a serious tone. I stood at attention and nodded. “Yes sir.” The mage priest looked me up and down with an unreadable gaze before nodding and standing up. “Follow me private.” I didn’t even have the chance to answer before the older man began to walk through a door on his right. I followed him hastily as the two of us traversed a long corridor that revealed a separate, much larger room. One filled with long lines of teleportation circles and mages around each of them.

The older man led me to one of the central circles before signalling me to step into it. I looked at the circle and the runes around it, trying to decipher where he was sending me. “You will be told more once you arrive. Now hurry.” I took a deep breath and stepped into the circle. A moment later the mage began channel mana and whisper in the melodic language of the angels, the runes around me awoke to life, glowing with a bright white light. I felt a tingling sensation spread across my body as if hundreds of small needles were poking at the edges of my skin. I felt the gravity around me lessen as I began to float a few centimetres above the ground. Then with a single commanding word, the world flashed white and I disappeared.

I hated teleportation. The feeling of, quite literally, not existing for a single moment was already awful enough. But then of course it was followed by a wave of short-lived nausea and complete lack of orientation.

I breathed out in relief once I felt solid ground beneath me and felt the world had stopped spinning. I opened my eyes slowly, the bright light around me catching me off guard. I looked around slowly, trying to assess my surroundings. And as my eyes adjusted to the bright light they also shot open in awe.

A large room made of brown stone surrounded me. High stone columns rose out periodically throughout the hall, each of them bearing the fist of the Legion on them. Between the columns were several lines of teleportation circles such as the one I was currently standing in. Yet the thing that truly caught me off guard was the distant, yet impossible to miss sound of bursting flames. A sound I knew all too well. A sound that only one thing in all of Ravnica made.

“The Parhelion.” I said, almost like a prayer as I felt the power of the place I was standing on threaten to send me to my knees. The flying fortress of the Legion. The home of the angels. I was in the holiest place in all of Ravnica.

“Indeed.” A high, melodic yet absolutely commanding voice said from behind me. I spun around immediately, my gaze freezing in place as I saw the person standing behind me. Or rather the holy being that floated slightly above the ground with spread out wings.

The angel radiated calm, collected grace, her blonde hair swaying in a wind created by her own will. Her perfect skin almost reflected the bright light back into my eyes as her own piecing green eyes looked down on me with unreadable aloofness. I caught myself staring just in time and bowed quickly. I did not know her rank or name so simply whispered. “Ma’am.”

She gestured for me to look up, her gleaming eyes never having left me. “You are expected, private Grezar.” Those five words, all on their own, filled me with a whirlwind of questions and emotions. Awe and pride at simply being here. Curiosity and eagerness at what was to come. Fear and anxiety at what the reason for all this could be. I stood there stunned, trying to navigate my own head and thoughts in order to find anything to say. Luckily the angel took mercy upon me and signalled for the central stairway of the long hall. “You will follow that path until its very end. There you will speak to the one who desired your presence here. Take care not to disturb anything while here, it is a rare honour for a mortal uninitiated in the priesthood or knighthood to be allowed to walk these hallowed halls.” I looked at her and bowed in respect once more.

I followed the angel’s instructions and made my way upwards, following the stairway all the way to the top. There I watched the world below from the narrow arrow slits, the tallest of buildings looking no larger than a blade of grass or grain of sand while the clouds drifted just below the massive, floating structure.

At the end of the hallway stood a massive stone door with two Firemane angels guarding it. As I came near I felt their burning eyes focus on me, pierce through me. I felt sweat beginning to build on the back of my neck, as the feeling of their eyes looking directly into me was like being near two ginormous bonfires that would burn you alive if you made a single wrong move. Then however, without a single word, the one on the right raised her hand in the air and the giant stone doors opened. I hurried between them, as the possibility of disturbing the living manifestations of war and combat was not something I wanted to entertain in any way.

The stone doors closed behind me the second I stepped through with a mighty thud, sealing me in the bright hallway whose end was several meters ahead in the form of a large door bearing the sigil of the Boros. I approached it carefully and quickly saw that it had no handle or any visible way to open it in any way. Nervously I took a deep breath and knocked somewhat meekly. A second or two later, bright red runes appeared at the edges of the door, before it glided open while barely making a sound.

I stepped in carefully, my heart beating like a Gruul’s war-drum.

The doors closed on their own behind me, sliding shut with the faintest click of the lock. I stepped slowly, my eyes staring at the large room I found myself in while my mouth hung half open.

The room, or rather chamber was modest yet beautiful. Brightly lit and painted, with white walls on which multiple shelves and racks of books, maps and scrolls found their place. The walls were also full of trophies. Stuffed heads of various monstrosities I could hardly name, broken weapons, torn banners, newspapers reporting specific battles. Battles I knew well, for I had studied them in the academy.

I turned my head to look to the right, where the wall was entirely comprised of large windows that led in the plentiful light, in front of them standing a large desk with papers and letters carefully arranged on it. The only things that spoke of any real comfort in the chamber were a large red couch with plenty of soft looking pillows and a large queen-sized canopy bed with a red curtain hanging around it.

I took a couple more steps towards the middle of the room, staring at all the trophies and papers on the walls, my heart threatening to explode out of my chest as I finally began to realize in whose chambers I was.

“It is a comfort to see that these deeds are still recognisable to this day.” A voice suddenly filled the room. Powerful like the blazing sun and as warm as its rays, yet just as melodic as the song of birds. The voice that had roused me from death and given me strength like never before.

Her voice.

I turned to look, look towards the small balcony that I had missed before and saw her.

She stood there, her hands folded before her chest, her chin resting on her knuckles and her eyes looking directly into me. Everything about her shimmered and glowed like possessing an inner light that never went out, her hair, her armour, her eyes, her skin. I suddenly became aware of her aura, the immense power that radiated from her like the heat of a great forge or the brilliance of a shining star. She was just as I remembered her from the battle and the countless speeches of hers, I had attended.

She began to walk forward with a confident step, her wings folded behind her back, allowing me to behold her beauty closer than I had ever had the chance to, save for the battle.

And what beauty it was. Everything about her was the very definition of perfection, from the arch of her brows, the fall of her crimson hair, the softness of her lips and the glow of her eyes. She was the most beautiful thing that I had ever seen and would ever see. Divinity in its purest form.

Aurelia. The Warleader. The great angel.

I realised way too late that I was staring with my mouth hanging open. I also realised that I hadn’t reacted in any way to her words or to how close she had gotten.

Without wasting a breath I threw myself to my knees, bowing as deeply as I could and averting my eyes from her with great effort. I tried to stammer out an apology, a greeting, anything resembling a reasonable response to her presence. But she had robbed me of any senses I had left and all that I managed to stammer out was.

“Mistress...” my voice came out weak and uncertain with a light stutter. My heart pounded in my chest so strongly that I feared that I would pass out. Yet I couldn’t allow myself to dishonour myself in front of her a second time so I managed to pull myself together somewhat. But only somewhat.

My eyes were instead glued to the iron sabatons that came closer with steps so light that they barely made a sound at all, until standing still an arm’s reach away from me. Each step bringing the warmth of her aura closer and closer, a feeling I could only describe as being in the presence of the sun as it had taken physical form. Yet instead of burning me alive, her presence energised and calmed me simultaneously. Allowing me regain control over my trembling limbs and tongue and to somewhat bring my raging mind to rest.

“Rise Renan Grezar. You need not avert your gaze from me.” She said after a few seconds, her voice as high and commanding as I remembered it to be, yet with a surprising gentleness behind it. My body obeyed almost on its own as I took a knee in front of her and slowly looked up, doing my best not to stare.

She looked down on me, her arms folded in front of her stomach and a soft smile on her lips. Her hair falling down her shoulders like a river of blood that framed every inch of perfection that was her face. She looked down on me like a hawk looking down on a wounded deer, small traces of humour sparkling in her glowing crimson eyes as her gaze pierced through me. It was then that I realised that I had failed in not staring and that I had absolutely no hope of succeeding.

“I see that your wounds have healed well private.” She said a moment later, her smile never wavering from her face. I blinked in response, her words needing a fleeting moment to get through the haze in my head. I bowed once more before answering. “Y-yes, Warleader. Thanks to your priests and healers I am fully recovered and once again ready to fight and do as you command.” I stammered out quickly, before adding hastily. “All of course thanks to you and your blessed mercy and pity.”

For a moment my heart stopped as I saw her smile fade ever so slightly. The fear that I had said the wrong thing gripping me like a kraken’s tentacle immediately. She gripped her arms a bit tighter and arched one of her thin, reddish brows. “Pity, private Grezar? Whyever, would you ascribe my actions to pity?”

Her eyes held mine in an iron grip, allowing me no chance to look away as I opened and closed my mouth, trying to find the right words to. “Because, because... why else would you have wasted your efforts on me Warleader? After saving me I... I had failed even to stand on my feet to see our victory.” I closed my eyes in shame, as the memory of the battle still pained me somewhat. The words felt like a confession and I found them having the surprising effect of somewhat lifting the shame off of my heart. A heart that nonetheless continued to beat rapidly, as I waited for her response with baited breath.

The Warleader was silent for a few tense moments, before I heard something I could never have imagined. A chuckle. A warm, kind chuckle that was almost like an invitation to laugh along. Then I felt a gentle warmth across my lower cheek.

I opened my eyes and my breath was caught in my throat and my cheeks began to redden. The Warleader stood less than an arm’s reach away from me, her face so close I could see the individual strands of hair. She had bend down with her right hand touching my left cheek. Her skin warm and hard, the hand of a warrior who had seen more battles that I had years behind me. And yet just as gentle as the hands of the priests who had nursed me back to health. I leaned into her touch before I could even think, before my sense could stop me. Yet she didn’t move away or show any displeasure. Instead she slowly moved my face up so that I looked her in the eyes. A smile more beautiful than the dawn once more on her face.

“Never would I have called risking your life a disgrace Renan.” Her thumb caressed the side of my jaw gently, the simple touch enough to make my body weak, as her words were almost hypnotising in how all else seemed to fade away. “Just as I would never have called your actions afterwards anything else, but heroic and worthy.”

The air was stuck in my throat as my eyes had no hope of escaping the whirlpools of crimson beauty that were her own. I stood as I was, hoping that this moment would never end. She chuckled once more, tilting her head slightly to the side as she looked me up and down. Finally she pulled away and rose back to her full height, my skin suddenly feeling cold without the warmth of her touch. I barely stopped myself from reaching out to her, the urge almost overwhelming me. Her eyes followed me with an unreadable aloofness, yet her smile never left her red lips.

“It is because of your actions that I have called you here.” She spoke once more, her voice immediately pulling my entire attention to her. “Because of your bravery in the fight as well as the plentitude of other reports about you Renan.” The surprise must have been evident on my face as she continued a moment later, turning away from me and calmly and slowly walking towards her desk. “Many of them seem to believe you to be a worthy man, someone who they are always relived to have at their side when the day darkens.” She turned her head around slightly to look at me, a small smirk on her face. “And I can definitely see why.”

My face burned up as I bowed once more. “Yo-your words honour me Warleader. I... I simply do my best. As any of your loyal soldiers surely does.” I had never been good at handling compliments and to receive them from Aurelia herself... it was more than I could ever have imagined.

She picked up something from the table and began to walk towards me once more, her steps slow and precise. Taking her time with each step as the sun shined from behind her, framing her like a living cathedral glass painting. Yet as I watched her, mesmerized and completely robbed of any senses, the very idea that any mortal could even come close to capturing her brilliance became utterly laughable. Almost blasphemous.

For how could anything compare to her.

How could anyone capture the sway of her hair as she moved with inhuman grace. The way her wings reflected the light of the sun and were almost like made of pearls instead of feathers. The way her powerful body moved with the elegance of a dancer without even trying.

It was inconceivable.

And I was staring again. And staring hard. Yet even if I wanted to, I couldn’t find the strength to look away. And the gods above knew that that was the last thing I wished to do. And some small part of me began to wonder if she knew that as well.

“Your modesty speaks of your character Renan. It is just as your comrades said you would react.” I blushed harder and pressed my lips together, swearing that I would kill them all if I got the chance. “But modesty must not get in the way of potential. Something I plan to see to.” She then closed her right hand into a fist, before a small piece of metal that hung off of red cloth began to dangle from between her closed fingers. It was an iron locket bearing the sigil of the Legion, framed with gold and on a black background.

The badge of office of a brigadier-lieutenant.

I looked at it with wide open eyes, the sigil of the Legion almost calling to me as the locket swayed from side to side. A promotion. One that would catapult me more than two ranks forwards.

“I-I thank you Warleader.” The thought of all the new responsibilities, duties and tasks that accepting this would mean swarmed my head. Yet I calmed myself quickly, breathing in deeply and forcing my heart and mind in order once more. The process only possible, due to her presence and the confident strength she radiated. “I do not know if I am up to the task.” I looked up at her, searching her own eyes for any trace of disapproval or doubt, yet found only anticipation and something I couldn’t quite name. The sight enough to fill my own eyes with a determined fire. “But even if I am not, I will make myself worthy of it. In your name! And that of the Legion!”

Her eyes lingered on me for a moment longer, her expression hard and unreadable. Until she nodded and smiled once more.

“Those are the words I wanted to hear.” She unfurled her wings and stood up to her full height, towering over me like a majestic goddess. The very thing she was.

“Rise private Grezar.” She commanded with iron authority. I rose up to my feet, clutching the hilt on my sword as tightly as I could while my eyes remained glued to the face of the glorious angel. I was considered relatively tall, standing at about 6 feet, but even when I stood up to my full height, the Warleader still stood a full head taller than me. The top of my head just reaching beyond the lowest point of her neck. She was more than seven feet tall and both her wings and crown made her look even larger than she already was.

I should have felt small and weak before her, for in comparison I definitely was. But instead I felt like a young dragon hatchling who was near its mother. Like nothing in the world could harm me as long as I was near her.

“Do you swear upon your blood and steel to serve me and my Legion to the best of your ability?” her voice carried itself through the air like a hymn of power and fire, filling me to the brim with courage and confidence. I nodded energetically. “I swear it. Upon the name of my father and all his fathers before him.”

“Do you swear to serve as an example to all souls who will serve under your command? To guide and forge them into the best Boros they can be?” again I nodded, this time with even more energy. “I swear it.”

“And do you swear to uphold the ideals of the Boros in your heart and mind? To uphold justice, honour, strength, fairness and order in all that you do? To uphold the will of the angels?” she paused for a second as her eyes bore into me. “To uphold my will and name with honour and dignity in all that you do?” I breathed in deeply, my eyes widening as the last syllables left her lips. I then pulled my sword out of its scabbard and presented it to her as I knelt down once more.

“I will do so. Or die trying.” I should have bowed my head or shown humility in some other way, yet my eyes couldn’t look away from her. From the beauty, majesty and divinity that I lived to serve. “My life is yours Warleader. And it will be spent it in bringing glory to your name and that of the Boros Legion.”

As I spoke those words out loud, I knew them to be true in the depths of my heart. One could not lie to an angel anyway, as they always knew truth from lie, yet whatever doubt I had ever held about my purpose in life had been evaporated and incinerated. For there was nothing I wouldn’t give for her, nothing I wouldn’t do if she commanded me to.

My life was hers to do with as she pleased, it had been for many years. But today, I had finally had the chance to proclaim it to her personally. I could no believe how blessed I was.

Her smile only broadened as she listened to my words, finally nodding in return. The Warleader then reached down, placing the locket in the middle of my sword and wrapping her unarmoured palm around it.

“Then in the name of the Legion, in the name of Ravnica and by my authority and with my blessing I bid you rise as brigadier-lieutenant Renan Grezar.” Golden-red flames wrapped themselves around my sword. The angelic fire that burnt out of the Warleader’s hand infused the sword with its radiance, before moving down and into me as well. I gasped audibly as I felt power rush through my veins like molten steel being poured into a sword’s shape. Her blessing pulsated through me a moment longer until the feeling finally subsided, leaving me gasping in shock and holding the now glowing shape of my blade.

I stayed like this for a few moments, needing time to process the honour I had just received and for my body to adjust to the new power coursing through it. After, what I hoped were, a few moments of hard breathing I finally pulled myself together and stood up slowly. I took the locket and pinned it to my belt before looking at my sword, feeling its new magic and how easily it responded to me. I sheathed it in carefully, beyond excited to test it and the new power inside of me later. I was about to begin thanking her for the honour she was doing me, yet the Warleader spoke up before I even had the chance to formulate the words in my head.

“There is also another matter I wished to discuss with you Renan. One that is the reason to summon you to my chambers, instead of giving you this promotion out in public.” Her word caught me off guard as I hadn’t even considered the fact that it was exceptionally unusual for me to be here in the first place. My mind having being deeply preoccupied with the fact that I was speaking to Aurelia herself to be able to think about anything else. Something was still probably the case.

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“This matter is more private Renan. One that will have to be kept strictly private and one that could prove uncomfortable to you.” Her eyes became more serious as she furling her wings back and gripped her hands in front of herself. “Thus it is a matter that I do not wish to force upon you. It isn’t something that will change the outcome of your promotion in any way and rejecting to talk about it will not make me think less of you in any way. Do you understand?”

I stood there dumfounded and confused, unsure what in the world she could be referring to, with a very small and mischievous part of my brain snickering and whispering a possibility that I didn’t want to even think about. I licked my lips nervously before breathing in and answering. 

“Is it something you want to talk about Warleader?” The question seemed to surprise her as her eyes narrowed for a second and her lips drew into a line. She seemed to think about my question a moment longer until finally answering.

“Yes. Yes, I do.”

“Then it must be talked about.” I stated it as a matter of fact, because that is what it was to me. She had expressed her will and thus it would be done. It had to be done. Her gaze lingered on me, almost as if reading me like an open book. Her smile then returned once more, her eyes growing less serious and then... both of them became almost predatorily playful.

“Good boy.”

She said in a slow, warm voice. My face flushed red as once again the world fading away until it was only her, her voice, beauty and power. The look on her face, the change in her voice, it was unlike anything I had seen from her or from what others had talked about her before. And the words she had just said had an almost immediate effect on me, as I felt a tightness in my breeches and my heartbeat picking up pace once more.

She rested her head on the knuckles of her right hand, tilting her head slightly and letting her long hair fall down from her shoulders and across her armour. That predatory fire that made goosebumps appear all over my skin, never leaving her eyes.

“You have surely heard of my old battle against the demon lord Rakdos?” She asked, her voice slow and deliberate. I nodded. It had been all that anyone could have talked about for days and weeks on end back then. How Aurelia had held her own against the ancient evil and ended up using his own pride to outsmart and ultimately beat him. Driving him back and snatching victory for herself.

“While the fight itself is a tale for another day, what you should know and what precious few people know, is that I was cursed by the old demon near the end of our duel.”

“Cursed, Warleader?” I asked with shock evident in my voice. Nothing of the sort had been reported. She nodded slowly, yet the calmness with which she spoke next lulled away whatever worry had arisen in me. “Indeed. It was a rather...painful matter. A spell that attempted to corrupt my nature and turn me into a demon. Thankfully, Rakdos has the eternal flaw of always underestimating his opponents and thus didn’t put nearly enough power to truly put me in any real danger.” She frowned, clearly not liking to think about that specific memory. “Nevertheless it did leave marks on me. Some physical.” The tip of her left wing touched the place where her left hip met her abdomen, while I noticed that some of the feathers there were blackened and torn. The sight fuelling me with utter contempt for the wretch who had dared to do this to her. She seemed to read my emotions as easily as one read a book, as her smile broadened further.

“But it did also provide me with a very interesting... boon of sorts.” I blinked at her with confusion, wordlessly tilting my head to the side as I didn’t want to interrupt.

“The demon’s spell did have the unseen side effect of... broadening my emotional spectrum. Allowing me to feel things I had only known from the words of mortals like you.” My eyes widened as I kept listening to her without uttering a sound. She made a disgruntled face as if she had bitten into something sour. “Blighting me with things such as envy and hatred. Things which I am slowly removing from myself once more. But also with a few new feelings which I am not so sure I want to exorcize from myself... at least not yet.” She looked at me, into me, with those crimson eyes that shimmered like the most priceless of rubies, her smirk rising even higher across her lips.

“Feelings such as love, such as desire.”

My face must have expressed all the feelings I was too overwhelmed to recognise as she chuckled while looking at me. She took a step forward, her face barely half an arm away from mine. I didn’t dare move, I didn’t want to move.

“You know well that we angels can hear our names when they are spoken no matter where in Ravnica that happens. It is how we listen to prayers and answers calls for aid.” She unfurled her wings slowly and let her arms rest at her waist, her posture emanating supreme confidence with each movement she took. While her eyes kept my own gaze trapped on her, never letting me even conceive the idea of anything beyond her words and actions. “However, I am far higher than even the mightiest of angels. A fact which gives me a few additional abilities my sisters do not possess. Such as answering prayers and giving blessings from a long distance or being able to split my consciousness in order to act on multiple tasks at the same time.” Her smile grew even more predatory, while playful fire began to burn in her irises. “Or the ability to be able to hear any of my epithets and titles as well.”

My face felt as red as molten steel, my heart was ready to explode all the while my blood ran cold. As I knew exactly what she was referring to.

A part of me was more horrified than ever before, for this was a nightmare beyond my worst fears. While the other felt a twisted sort of relief that she knew, a twisted sort of excitement as well.

“I have known you for a long, long time Renan. First because I know the names of all soldiers who have sworn themselves to my Legion. Secondly because I hear you praying to me every day and can assure you, I have answered several of them as well. Thirdly because I have seen your deeds in my name and can only commend you.” Her hand reached out slowly, gently, yet firmly taking the back of my head in her grip. “And because I have been very well aware of your nightly fantasies about me for quite some time.”

I was as frozen as a statue. Utterly unable and unwilling to move even a muscle.

There was the utter terror, the desperate need to throw myself to my knees and apologise with all the desperation I could muster. But there was also that part of me that wished that this moment never end, that she never stepped away or let go of me. The part that recognised that no matter what happened, this was already the greatest moment of my life.

Yet once more, the goddess which stood before me, delivered me from the fear as she chuckled and let her thumb wander across the back of my head. That simple touch having a greater effect than any meditation or sedative could ever have, as I felt myself melt under her gaze and the warmth of her skin.

“You are adorable Renan.” She said with a warm chuckle. My face burned and my breeches became even tighter, as I desperately wanted her to say more. And she could clearly see that as well.

“I admit. At first hearing you moan out my titles or epithets wasn’t something I knew how to react to. But even back then, it did create a certain burning curiosity within me and at the very least made me very aware of you. And after I could feel and understand where those feelings came from...” Her wings slowly moved apart, almost enveloping the two of us between them. “Let’s say that I grew quite fond of listening to your little moans, so similar to prayers, and taking small glimpses of your fantasies involving me.” Her face was now close enough for me to feel her breath on my face. Her eyes looked my face up and down as her thumb kept making slow circles at the back of my head.

“Those feelings I told you about, I haven’t been able to explore or share them with anyone until now. As there are only the fewest I trust to know about them and even fewer I would want to share them with.” Her wings had almost closed behind us as her other hand reached out and took hold of my back, our noses almost touching.

“You are good, noble man Renan. You were ready to give your life for me and then fought beyond mortal limits, all in the name of keeping me safe. And you and I both know how deep your feelings for me go.” Her hand moved from the back of my head to my cheek, my whole body completely trapped and in the palm of her hand.

This was a dream, it had to be. I must have still been laying unconscious on the operational table or have fallen asleep in my own bed. But her touch felt more real than anything in the world and the warmth of her breath as it fell down on my face, the beauty beyond description that towered over me, it was all more real and divine than anything in my life had ever been.

“And so.” She said with a slow, passionate voice. “You already said that your life is mine to do with as I pleased. Isn’t that, right?”

“Yes Goddess.” I whispered without even the slightest bit of hesitation, my voice coming out just as it would during prayer.

“Then all that remains.” She continued slowly, her face inching closer and closer to mine. “Is for me to say that as of this moment...” She pulled me in closer and even lifted me up without any effort, her face barely a breath away from mine.

“...you are mine.”

She closed the distance and pressed her lips against mine.

The world disappeared completely. Replaced completely by the powerful arms that held me above the ground and the warmth of the lips that were pressed against mine. Unlike her hard and calloused hands, the Warleader’s lips were soft and warm, with a light lip gloss with the taste of cherry. The taste of it and the feeling of this moment burning themselves into my mind so thoroughly that I was certain I would remember every detail of it even when I was a hundred years old.

We stayed like this for what felt like a blissful, blessed eternity. Her hand gently cupping my face while her other hand held me up without even the slightest bit of effort. After a few moments she began to move, pulling away slightly only to kiss me again. The light smacking of our lips being the only sound that could be heard in the world apart from our breathing. She bit my lower lip gently, pulling back and kissing me again and again, as if exploring or rather conquering my lips with her own. My arms hung uselessly at my side as my mind was too stunned to move anything but my lips.

My blissful trance was only enhanced when I felt her tongue push into my mouth, wrestling my tongue into action. I sucked on her tongue gently, still somewhat sheepish and scared to do anything wrong. Yet that fear began to evaporate when I first the sweetest sound I had heard in my life in the form of a soft moan from Aurelia’s throat. The sound send a shiver of excitement through my body like never before. I was pleasing her, I was making Aurelia feel good.

And I wanted to do nothing but that.

I kissed her back with more force and confidence, biting softly at her own lip before continuing to wrestle her tongue with renewed zeal. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders and cupped the back of her head with the other, feeling the silk smoothness of her crimson hair between my fingers as I pulled her closer, making the time between our kisses even shorter. Never wishing to part from my goddess. My own assault was returned in kind as the Warleader pressed me even closer to herself, my armour squeaking from her immense strength. I didn’t even realize I was moaning as the seconds rolled into the first minute, pleasure filling every crevice of my being as I still could hardly believe what was happening.

I was kissing her. I was kissing Aurelia. I was being held in the arms of my goddess and was hearing her moan due to my touch. I was worried that my mind might fry itself trying to figure out how this had happened or that my heart could have given out. But I would have been fine with either outcome. Dying in her arms was a dream unto itself and she could have chased Death off without any efforts.

So I chose to stop thinking and finally simply lose myself in her warmth and the touch of her skin. My hands wandered across the smooth steel of her armour and the smoothness of her hair, mimicking how her own right hand still held my face in place.

Aurelia pulled away with my lower lips playfully held in between her teeth. She left a small wound that seemed to heal unnaturally fast, as she looked back at me, her eyes burning with passion and her lips turned into that confident, playful smile.

“Good boy.” She said with a low sultry voice that seemed capable of making me do anything without a second thought. She lowered herself slightly, letting my wobbly, weak legs touch the ground. Yet she never let go of me, her left arm still held me close to her while her right moved to brush several strands of hair behind my ear. “I was worried you wouldn’t find your footing for a second.” She said with a chuckle. My eyes wandered back and forth between her eyes and lips, an entranced smile unable to leave my face. She chuckled again and planted a kiss on my forehead.

As she slowly moved back, her wings unfurled around me and her right hand gently gripped my chin.

“Now Renan” she said slowly, her eyes wandering up and down my body. “Why don’t you help me get a better look at you by getting out of your armour.”

My eyes lit up as my heartbeat sped up once more.

She took my hand into her own as she moved back to the armchair next to the large couch, one seemingly specifically designed to accommodate her stature and wings. She sat down and crossed her legs, her head still almost at the level of my shoulders. She rested her arms on the sides of the armchair while her eyes never left me.

“Remove your armour, you may place it over there.” she tilted her head to the side, her hair falling down the sides of the leather chair and shining in the sun’s light. “I still expect you to behave like a proper soldier of mine.” Her voice was calmer now, more authoritative, like the voice of a commander giving simple orders to her underling. A voice that I knew well, a voice that still made by breeches all the tighter and my face all the redder.

“Yes Warleader.” I said quietly before beginning to remove the outer layers of my armour.

The movements were almost second nature to me at this point, my arms and fingers moving nimbly across the various knots and layers without any effort. Which allowed me to have my entire attention focused on her.

Aurelia watched me with a neutral, unreadable expression. Her eyes carefully observing each movement and action, focusing on my fingers and speed. The realisation that I was being evaluated hit me quickly and I began to putting more effort and care, slowing down somewhat and performing just as soldier sworn to her should have. I removed my gauntlets, shoulder and chest armour, then my leg armour and finally my grieves, placing each of them to the designated place with care and attend, as she had commanded. I stood there in my trousers and shirt, painfully aware of the tightness that was clearly visible between my legs.

I turned away slightly, trying to cover it up as best as possible, while my cheeks only burned redder and redder. I could feel her gaze on me, travelling across my now more exposed form. Her gaze alone, enough to send waves of embarrassment mixed together with perverse excitement. But she had commanded me to complete this simple task as one sworn to her should, and to do anything else but that didn’t even really cross my mind.

Once I was done, I looked back at her, my hands trying to cover the erection between my legs to the best of their ability. Her eyes still bore into me, as if able to see right to my very core. She tapped her finger twice, signalling me to approach.

I gulped down and walked over, somehow feeling more exposed than I had ever been in my life. Yet the feeling was far from unpleasant. More akin to liberating. Because it was her who was seeming me without any cover or distance being possible.

“Now remove your shirt Renan.” She said with that same effortlessly authoritative voice, before slightly brushing my hands to the side. That playful smile blooming once more upon her cherry lips. “I enjoy being keenly familiar with all which is mine.”

Her words only made my erection stronger, growing very uncomfortable in my tight trousers. I did as she commanded, removing my second to last piece of clothing. Her eyes then focused on my naked abdomen and chest, wandering across the long tapestry of scars and marks my service had left me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt her hand begin to wander from my abs across my naked body. Her fingertips gently caressing the scar-tissue, while her eyes grew softer.

“So many battles. So much overcome. So much sacrificed for Ravnica and the Legion.” She said with a gentler, almost motherly tone.

“For you.” I said, the words coming out of my mouth before I could even think. She looked into my eyes and smiled, her hand reaching out and pulling me closer for another kiss. It was lighter than our previous ones, but also gentler, more loving.

“I would do it all again.” I said once we had pulled away from one another. I took her palm into my own, bringing it to my lips before my brain could follow what I was doing. I kissed her divine, perfect skin, feeling her own scars on the knuckles and fingers. It was more than I should have dared, yet she neither pulled away nor seemed displeased in any way. Indeed once I opened my eyes, she looked at me with a slightly open mouth and waiting eyes.

“I would do anything for you Aurelia.” Had I not been utterly lost in the perfection that was her face and eyes, I might have realized it was the first time I had spoken her name this entire time.

She pulled me closer, once again placing an arm around my back, while her eyes wandered across my torso. She then bent forward slightly and kissed one of my scars. The touch send warm tingles through my entire body as her warm lips traced the hard outline of the rough skin. Looking at her was mesmerizing, the feelings that arose in me each time she touched my skin with my lips not really able to be described properly. Aurelia looked up at me, her thumb still tracing small circles over my stomach.

“You have done much for me Renan.” As she spoke, her left hand traced the outline of my jaw. “And tonight you will do a lot more.” Her eyes shined with that curious, playful fire once more, a sight I that was already proving able to drive me out of balance.

Yet my body reacted on its own and this time, as her eyes wandered downwards, there was no chance for me to hide or lessen the embarrassing sight. Yet to both my shock, as well as sudden excitement and relief, the magnificent angel’s crimson lips only turned up into a smile.

“Why don’t you remove the rest of this cloth Renan? You should be as open and as honest as one can be before your goddess.” Her hand pushed me a few centimetres back, as her eyes burned with an inpatient fire. “Or would you object?”

“Never my lady.” I said with a breathy voice, slowly ceasing to hide the true depths of desire that burned in me. “I’m yours to do with as you please.”

Her smile said everything she had no need of saying.

I removed my belt in a fluid motion before finally letting my trousers fall to the ground, the warm air of Aurelia’s chambers washing over my erect manhood. I gulped down any feeling of embarrassment with an ease that surprised me and took a step forward. Being immeasurably happy that I had shaved the day before.

Her gaze lingered on my member, curiosity and excitement mixing into one another in her eyes. Her hand traced the outline of my thigh, nails dragging across the surface of my skin, sending goosebumps all over me. I grunted slightly as she took my spheres in her hand tugging at them gently.

“Forgive me.” She said with a small chuckle. “This is the very first time seeing a male member from up close.” She let go off my balls and took hold of my shaft, her warm hands feeling wonderful on my skin as she began to stroke it slowly. “But I do believe I should know what to do.”

She began to stroke my length slowly and gently. I breathed in sharply through my teeth, her hand feeling like heaven on earth, warm, soft, gentle and in control. It didn’t take long for precum to begin building up at the base of my head, while my breathing grew heavier and soft grunts began to escape my lips. As she stroked me, she began to experiment. Different grips, tightness, speed and while she was doing that, she observed my reaction carefully. Watching for every small moan, grunt and shift in my face and body. And she adjusted accordingly. In less than a few minutes her hand was already knew each weak spot and way that was driving me crazy.

“Don’t hold your voice back dear. No one can hear us and I want to hear the results of my work.” She said as she began to stroke me faster. The moans and grunts escaped my lips, my own sounds making me even more excited. Aurelia bit her lower lip as she looked up at me with ever rising desire. “Louder.” She commanded while speeding up. I felt my stamina eroding by the second as an orgasm began to build up, my moans only growing louder.

“My lady...I am...” I groaned out between moans and deep breaths, feeling myself being closer and closer by the second. Her eyes watched me carefully as she continued to bite down on her lip, her teeth digging slightly stronger into her lip with every moan I left out.

Then right as I was about to lose any hope of holding back, she stopped. She gripped the base of my shaft tightly, tight enough that even I felt the orgasm trying to get out, it was choked back by her iron grip. My legs gave up under me as I fell down to my knees with one last panted breath. Aurelia however let go of my shaft and caught me mid fall. She let me stand on my knees as she pulled me into a hug. I panted and breathed heavily, holding onto her as I feared that I would lose my balance completely if she were to let go.

“Good boy Renan.” She cooed warmly, her hand stroking my hair. “You are doing so well for me.” Those words alone threatened to make me bring me over the edge, but I managed to hold on just barely. I suddenly felt something cool and hard pressing against my genitals. Aurelia had moved her armoured leg underneath me, slowly playing with my balls with the top of her foot. I grunted out again as I felt the cool steel press into my balls with the angel moving it ever so slightly.

“We shouldn’t be too hasty dear. We wouldn’t want you to spill yourself before I want you to, right?” I slowly regained some balance, my hands gripping the sides of her chair as I got my breath under control.

“Yes goddess.” I panted out with a bowed head. Her words making sure that the hardness between my legs would be going nowhere. She continued to gently stroke my hair for a few seconds, granting me just enough time to gather myself once more before she spoke once more.

“I believe your member deserves some rest before I put him back to proper work. And in the meantime.” She gripped my chin, raisin my eyes to look into her own. “You will get me out of this armour.”

I stared at her with bewildered eyes and an open mouth. My brain unable to truly process her words.

“I...I should undress you, my lady?” she giggled at my words, shaking her head before stroking my cheek. “Did you imagine that we would lay with me in full plate Renan?” I blushed hard, looking down in embarrassment. The truth was that I imagined this to end at any second, for her to say that this was enough or to say it is a mistake.

I was taken out of my thoughts as she gripped my face with both hands and brought my face closer to her own. She looked into my eyes with reassuring and excited eyes, her thumb making small circles on my cheek. “I don’t make mistakes Renan, not for things such as this. And as I know you will never disobey me, I command you to enjoy this and please me to the best of your ability.” I felt warmth and butterflies spread through my core and a dumb smile bloomed on my face. She chuckled again before kissing me passionately. I answered in turn, savouring every sensation and flavour as I kissed her back, sucking on her tongue as she wrestled my own into submission immediately.

As she pulled away a thin strip of saliva still connected out mouths, the sight making my cock pulsate and twitch with excitement.

“Now Renan.” She stood up and moved just as few paces to the right before sitting down on the larger couch. “Why don’t you show me how you honour your goddess by freeing me from my armour?” My cock twitched once again and I crawled over to her immediately, bowing until my head almost touched the tip of her foot.

“Yes, my lady.” I didn’t even try to hide the excitement and the reverence in my voice. The task before me, more holy than anything I had ever done. A chance to touch her, to behold her. A blessing I knew I didn’t deserve and would savour all the more.

“I will leave it up to you how to best accomplish this task. You may begin.” I nodded a plan already forming in my plan, before my stream of thoughts were cut off. “And Renan.” I looked up at her, the crimson-haired angel bending ever so slightly forward.

“Aurelia.” She said with a commanding, clear voice.

I blinked at her in surprise. “I am your mistress, your lady and your goddess. That is simply fact. But I am all those things to millions of other souls, souls who will never get to see me like this, who will never touch me like you do. I don’t need to hear my titles from your lips.” She put a finger under my chin, lifting it ever so slightly. “Only my name. That is what I want to hear you moaning out and whispering like a prayer.” She tilted her head to the side and I nodded. “Yes Aurelia.” I whispered. Her name feeling as natural on my tongue as a bird must have felt in the sky. As I had sworn by it, shouted it in battle and moaned it in the dark hours of the night.

She smiled and leaned back, her command still standing. I got to work immediately.

I took her right hand in my own, swiftly, yet carefully undoing the binds of her gauntlet and the other pieces of armour around her forearm. Underneath it I saw the famous iron silk of the angels, the material they used to craft clothing as hard as iron yet as smooth as silk. I reverently placed the holy objects on the table next to me. As I removed the last piece from her right hand I couldn’t help but trace my thumbs over the small scars over her fingers, before moving the iron shirt upwards and witnessing the larger ones found on her forearm.

I looked down on them, on the wounds she had suffered in the service of Ravnica, in the name of all of us. That she would fight for such as forsaken world as ours only underlined her perfection. I softly traced the long lines of once wounded skin, my eyes making sure to put each and every one to memory.

I went down on my knees and softly placed my lips on the knuckles of her hand. Slowly, longingly, I kissed each knuckle and finger, leaving time in between each one for her to command me to hold, yet the command never came. I then kissed each scar on her forearm, the harness of the scar tissue feeling just as divine on my lips as the smoother parts of her skin.

I did the same with her left gauntlet next, treating each piece of armour with all the respect it deserved and each inch of her skin with all the worship it deserved in turn. The time between each kiss growing shorter and shorter as I gained confidence with each kiss and each moment, she was allowing me to continue to worship her.

I moved to her greaves and leg armour next, carefully removing each interconnected layer or armour. She wore leggings from the same material as her shirt, as well as a simply pair or leather arming shoes underneath her sabatons. As I removed the last of her legwear, she moved her foot upwards slightly and spoke for the first time since I had started. “Remove those too.” I obeyed without question, removing the shoes before carefully placing them to the side. As I turned back to her, I saw that she had stretched her foot just where my face wound end up, barely a centimetre away from my lips.

“You may continue dear, but with more passion from now on.” She commanded, her voice commanding and teasing at the same time. My manhood beginning to twitch immediately.

I bent down, kissing each toe and the upper part of each foot. The position I was in excited me all the more, my cock continuing to twitch and even once again building up precum on top. As my lips moved up to her leggings and slowly tracing a path to her knee, I gasped for air as I felt her foot pressing into my cock, stoking it lazily with the bottom of her foot. “The other one as well Renan.”

I kissed the length of her other foot as well, moaning in between as she would speed up or slow down stroking my length. As my lips reached her knee, not yet daring to go past that, she also removed her foot from my manhood, leaving me breathing heavily and increasingly desperate for release. Release that I would only get if she willed it.

That thought exciting me more than it had any right to.

I stood up and moved behind the couch as I would need to remove the armour around the stems of her wings next.

Just as I moved behind her, she unfurled her massive wings in a slow, majestic movement.

I looked at them for a few moments, simply taking in the primal and divine beauty that were the constellation of white feathers with red ends that made up her wings. I bent forward slightly and pressed my lips to one of them. It was softer than I had imagined, its small tips tingling my lips in a pleasant manner. I kissed several feathers on each wing, before finally beginning to remove the master crafted armour from her back.

Once I was done, all that remained was to remove her breastplate. The part that both excited and unnerved me the most.

I took a deep breath, before kneeling in front of her. She sat there, her wings furling back together, covered in her iron-silked underdress and with her sun-sigiled breastplate the very last piece of steel on her body, except for her crown.

I felt my nerves beginning to wither as I felt her watchful gaze on me, the thought of failing or displeasing her in any way eating away at me. Yet I steeled myself and carefully undid the straps around the master crafted armour, my own eyes focused on my fingers.

“Do you plan to kiss me there as well Renan?” Aurelia said with a teasing voice. I stopped in my tracks as I felt my cheeks redden. “I didn’t tell you stop removing my armour dear.” I bowed my head and returned to work, doing my best to return whatever calm I had had a moment ago.

I tried to formulate words in my head, to think through of what to say, but my lips were moving on their own before I could have a hope of doing that.

“I...well... ma’- Aurelia. Only...only if it would please you.”

I caught her predatory snicker with my periphery, like a cat having caught herself a mouse between her claws. My manhood twitched at the sigh. Just as I was about to separate the last pieces of armour from one another, she put a finger under my chin and turned me to look at her.

“This is the very first time for me with all of this Renan. All this desire, passion, contact...connection.” she added with thoughtful tone, before smiling once more and continuing with a more commanding voice. “But not for you, at least not with those desires. So I want to hear it my dear. Confess to me how much you want to do it. Confess what exactly you want to do.” She pulled me in closer with the tip of her finger until she could whisper in my ear.

“And spare no detail, my obedient little boy.”

My cock twitched and leaked as the sheer dominance in her voice was enough for me to have to fight the urge to throw myself at her feet. Where both of us knew I belonged.

“I...” I stood there, her finger still under my chin and my hands still clasping the edges of her breastplate. My heart beating like a war drum and my face as red as her hair. I felt exposed, weak and under her complete control. And I couldn’t have wanted anything better. And I began to speak, I felt like a dam finally breaking apart.

“I want to worship every inch of you.” I began, my eyes staring at her lips. “With my mouth, my hands, my tongue, with anything and everything that would bring you pleasure. I want to please and serve you in every way I can, in every way you desire.” My heart beat faster as I saw her biting her lower lip. “I...I would die to be able to suck on your breasts and for my tongue to clean the sweat from your abs. To be buried beneath your magnificent backside and drown in wetness of your womanhood, for it would I had done a good enough job.” I breathed in, my face feeling ready to melt off my bones, but I had to continue. She had commanded I spare no detail. “I want to be inside of you, to be joined together while I moan out your name... I want to be yours and only yours.”

Suddenly I was yanked forward, my lips clashing against hers in a violent kiss. She lifted me off the floor, one of her hands gripping my backside while the other held me around the shoulders. Her tongue wrestled mine into submission as she kissed me with the passion of a raging dragon. I moaned out in her mouth and sucked on her tongue obediently, my own arms clinging to her.

She then pulled away so that I could breathe, her tongue still halfway in my mouth, her saliva slowly dripping into my own mouth. I opened my mouth wider, both so that I could breathe better and more importantly so that I would get every drop.

She smiled down on me, kissing me one more time with a wet smooch.

“Continue to be good for me my dear and your goddess might fulfil your prayers.” With a single beat of her wings, she flew over the couch, before throwing me of. I landed on a soft mattress. The edge of her bed. Aurelia then took her crown off, letting her crimson hair fly completely free before looking down on me.

“You still aren’t done with your task Renan.” I gulped down, as her breastplate still stood half on. Aurelia however smiled and beckoned me forward with her leaning towards me. “But as I am a merciful divinity, I will help you.”

She took both of my hands into her own, guiding them to the very last straps and knots, before allowing me to remove the very last piece of armour off of her body. I gazed at her in awe, my jaw hanging open as she stood there in the skin-tight leggings and shirt that left just enough for the imagination.

She was even more muscular than I had imagined. With well-defined and easily visible arms, abs and legs. With thighs that I was certain could crush my skull without the slightest effort and biceps that I was sure could bend metal just by flexing.

“You are so beautiful.” I whispered breathily.

She smiled and unfurled her wings, making herself look even larger than she already was and making me feel all the smaller in comparison to her.

She bend down and pushed me further back with a kiss, her body soon laying on top of mine. She took hold of my head and pressed me closer to herself, kissing so fervently that she might have been trying to devour me, her other arm moving across my body with her nails leaving a trail of wonderful tingling sensation across my skin. I felt her arms tighten around me in an inescapable hug, my own gripping her with all of my puny strength. I pressed myself into her, kissing her just as fervently and letting my own arms wander across her muscular back. Wishing to be devoured and conquered until there was nothing left of me to give her. She pressed me into the mattress effortlessly, her size and weight making sure that even if I wanted to there would be no way for me to resist her in any way, something which only make my cock harder and to leak even more precum.

She began to kiss and bite across my chin and throat, with enough force to be sure to leave plenty of marks in the morning. While I moaned out her name out load all the while, whispering it like in a prayer. She answered my prayers as she kissed and bit with even more force, her lips sure to leave purple hickeys and her teeth already leaving red bite marks all over my throat and shoulders.

Her hug became even stronger, with the comforting and wonderful slowly turning painful and with my breathing slowly becoming harder and harder. Yet even the pain felt just as much as blessing from her as anything else.

A quiet groan of pain escaped my lips and I felt her move away instantly.

I took a deep breath and looked up at her. Aurelia was looking down at me, the domineering playfulness now absent from her ruby eyes as worry now filled them.

“Am I hurting you?” she whispered, the sound of her voice startling me as it had lost almost all of its confidence. I tried to answer, but a small cough escaped my lips instead. Pain rushed through her eyes as she moved away slightly, her arms letting go of me. Yet before she could move further back, I acted on pure instinct, grabbing her hands and pulling her closer once more. I hugged her under the shoulder, pulling myself up and planting a kiss of my own on her lips.

Slowly but surely she answered back, wrapping her arms around me once more with a lot more gentleness. As I placed my hand on her cheek it was my turn to kiss her across her chin and neck. My lips moved across every inch of skin on her neck leaving not a pore left without my attention and only did so with even more fervour as I heard her soft moans. I was careful not to leave marks, as she would have a much harder time explaining them than I would. A shocked grasp escaped her mouth as I let my tongue wander across one side of her throat, yet instead of pushing me away she took hold of my head and moved it to the other parts of it, wordlessly commanding me to repeat it all across her skin. Once I was done and once, I had covered both her chin, cheeks and lower shoulders with kisses, she cupped my face and brought me to her lips once more. 

The kiss we shared was less aggressive than the previous once, yet not even a breath less passionate. Perhaps even more so, as it felt all the more intimate and loving, all the while my heart and mind melted.

She pulled us apart slowly, almost unwillingly, her thumbs caressing my cheeks as she smiled at me.

“I think it would be best for me to calm down just a bit. I shouldn’t end up crushing such as a wonderful boy.” She winked at me, that confident fire burning in her eyes once more. “Or at least until I want to.” I smiled my half-drunk smile, my brain having long since sunk below the waves of my passion and love for her. She giggled and gave me a peck on the nose.

“Besides, it is only fair that I finally reward you properly and answer your prayers.” She pushed me on my back and stood on her knees in front of me before reaching out behind her back. I watched in wordless awe, as she removed her shirt and leggings, discarding them to the side of the bed without a second glance.

She stood there in only a silken thong and a tight bra that pushed her breasts tightly together. Her full naked grace for me to witness and marvel at. She had impeccable abs and musculature, lean, fit and powerful, yet nonetheless unmistakably feminine. She had scars across her abdomen and lower chest, old stab and slash wounds, as well as bite marks and places where bones had clearly been broken.

Yet it all only added to her beauty and majesty.

I would have compared her to the statues of ancient heroes, but they were all pale shadows of the perfection that I could bear witness to. Aurelia herself watched my reaction with pleased eyes, before reached behind herself and slowly pulling her bra free. And in that moment I understood why her bra had been so tight and compressed.

As she threw the piece to the rest of her undergarments, my eyes were glued to the swaying forms of her breasts. They were larger than I had ever thought them to be, almost as big as my head and yet just as firm and perfect as the rest of her body.

She smiled at me and leaned forward, letting them sway and hang with a hypnotic power that made my manhood harder than it had ever been and my spine feel like it was made out of jelly. “I know you have been fantasising about them for a long time, lover.”

She signalled for me to come forward before she laid on the soft pillows at the head of the bed, spreading her wings wide and making herself comfortable, before beckoning me forward with her finger. I crawled towards her, leaking, eager and at her every whim and she knew it. And we both loved it.

She gave me a long, passionate kiss, biting my lower lip softly, before grabbing hold of my chin. Her eyes gleaming with excitement. “You want to worship every piece of me, to drown in me. To taste all of me. Don’t you Renan?”

I nodded ecstatically, but she tapped my lips and raised an expectant eyebrow.

“Yes Aurelia.” I said, my voice sounding like that of an eager puppy. “I would do anything for that. I want to do it more than anything. To please you more than anything.”

She bit her lower lip, looking at me up and down as the spark of excitement only burned brighter in her eyes.

“Then show me how your goddess deserves to be worshipped.”

I took the hand with which she held my chin, kissing it with thanks and pressing my forehead to it reverently. I then crawled back across the bed on all four until I was right below her feet. I looked up at her, lounging and looking down at me with a sultry smile, the sight of her more divine than any temple. And I had the privilege of being the only one could worship her the way she desired.

I took one of her feet between my hands, bending down and kissing each toe before my lips wandered upwards, one leg at a time. I covered every inch of skin of her long, beautiful legs with kisses, my hands hungrily grabbing at her calves and moving up to her thighs. Her skin was soft to the touch, as I grabbed at her large, muscular thighs my fingers felt as if they were moving up warm iron. As I moved up past her knees she spread her legs, allowing me easier access to her inner thighs. I grabbed each leg with one hand and gave into my craving, beginning to kiss, lick and bite her divine flesh. The warm taste of her skin was more wondrous than I could describe as I left shallow bite marks and my tongue licked their lengths afterwards. My hands only squeezed harder as I began to hear quick and shallow gasps and moans from her, her hand grabbing a fistful of my hair and pressing me closer to her inner thigh. “Good boy.” She cooed, her voice heavy with pleasure. “Harder Renan, I want to feel your need.”

I bit harder and kissed with more intensity, wishing to leave as many marks as could on those places that she alone would be able to see afterwards. Her grip on my hair only tightened, her breaths growing heavier and more rapid. Each sound she made driving me utterly crazy.

I continued my worship ever upwards, her thighs now covered with red bite marks and hickeys from my kisses until my nose pressed into the outlay of her silken tong. My cock twitched and hardened, my brain melting at the mere thought. The smell of her wetness filled my nostrils, making my eyes roll back and my mouth water. A hunger for the beauty that was between her legs, I had never realised was there threatened to devour whatever sentience I had left.

But before I could do anything about it, the iron grip she had on my hair pulled me upwards. I left out an involuntary whine, akin to a that of dog being denied his favourite treat.

She placed my head at the foot of her stomach, just above her womanhood and turned my head slightly so that I was looking at her. “Not there yet dear.” Aurelia commanded with a warm, breathy tone. “We will save the best for last.” She smiled wider and loosened her grip somewhat, yet never let go completely. The feeling of her grip being absolutely wonderful anyways. “You are doing so well Renan.” As she pressed me to her iron-hard abs, I felt a tingle of wetness on my skin, the subtle smell of sweat filling my nostrils. The scent of her sweat smelling nothing like that of a normal human, sweeter and far less noticeable.

The knowledge that I had pleased her so much that she had began to sweat send butterflies through my stomach. I kissed the base of her abs, the hard muscles being just as iron as those of her legs, while the scars she had there gave me something to focus on. A way to return her gesture from before. I kissed her stomach and let my tongue wander across her hard abs, her soft gasp only emboldening me to do it with the intensity I desired. I licked and kissed my way upwards, slowly and passionately. Indulging myself by taking my time to enjoy every second, every lick and kiss. The taste of her sweat and skin mixing together into the sweetest taste that had ever graced my tongue. My fingers wandered her abdomen, desperate to explore every inch of her skin with my mouth never far behind.

Then I finally found myself at the base of her breasts, my nose almost touching them. I felt saliva build up in my mouth as I looked up in between them at her, my eyes pleading wordlessly. She smiled that excited smile that had already taken my heart and mind and put a tight leash on them and then pressed my head into her perfect chest.

I kissed the soft flesh of the underside of her right breast, sucking softly on her skin while my tongue drew circles across it. I slowly moved upwards, my mind melting at the mere though of what I was doing, while my cock could not physically have gotten harder. I gently grabbed her other breast in my hand, squeezing softly while my lips finally found themselves around her hard nipple. I licked and sucked on it, gently at first yet with ever increasing intensity.

My cock twitched with excitement with each breathy moan that escaped my mistress’s lips while my heart beat with pride and adoration. I sucked on her hardened tips with worshipful intensity completely lost in the moment as I silently wished for milk to come out of them. And all I could hear was the wonderful sound of her moaning and gasping, her hand gripping my hair ever tighter and pressing me into her chest.

“Harder.” She commanded in between clenched teeth, her voice thick with lust. “Bite. I want there to be marks in the morning.” She moaned out a scream as I bit down on the soft flesh, my fingers gripping her breasts with greater intensity. I switched from one breast to the other, covering every crevice of skin with kisses and bites, sucking on her nipples and licking the soft, divine flesh around them. All the while my goddess’ angelic voice spurred me on as she moaned and gasped.

“Yes. Yes, just like that...”

I kissed my way upwards, licking her neck and kissing the length of her jawline. All the while my hands still cupped her boobs, which filled my grip and spilled out from underneath them.

She grabbed my butt with her free hand and squeezed it while the one that still held my hair pulled me up to her eyelevel. She looked down on me with eyes filled with barely controlled frenzied lust, the fire inside of them reminding me of a starved predator that was eyeing its fresh-caught meal. And how honoured I would be to be her meal.

She didn’t say anything. Instead she pushed me into herself for a domineering kiss, pushing her tongue deep in my mouth and her hand gripping my hair even tighter.

It was my turn to moan and gasp from between her lips. My fingers grabbing harder at her chest as I felt her lifting me up and turning us around.

Suddenly I was dropped down onto the mattress, my mistress looking down with a pleased look before turning around. I gasped as she placed her knees on each of my sides, leaving me with a breath-taking view of her well formed ass and the dripping wetness between her legs. A single drop of liquid fell down from between her thong. I opened my mouth wide and caught it with my tongue, the salty and sweet taste of her juices, filling my mouth and mind in an instant.

She then grabbed hold of the piece of silk that was her only remaining clothing, before tearing it off of herself in an instant, finally allowing me to gaze at her womanhood.

Saliva already running down my chin.

“I’ll try not to suffocate you.” Those were her words before she sat down, her full weight coming down on me. The wet divinity of her vagina on my lips and the firm softness of her ass on my face.

“But we both know you don’t mind either way. Do you dear?”

I couldn’t answer with my voice, so I answered with my tongue instead. Pushing it deep into her, before beginning to lick. Slowly at first, yet only for a second, before I dove in like a starved dog. My tongue eagerly exploring every fold of her womanhood, my nose inhaling the meagre air I got from underneath her, my fingers gripping her thighs so I could press myself even deeper into her. She gasped and took hold of my hair once more, pressing me even tighter.

“Don’t you dare go easy on me.” She grunted out, letting go of my head as she rested her hands on my chest, slowly rocking herself back and forth on top of me. I obeyed her command without resistance, sucking, kissing and licking the wet folds of her vagina as if my life depended on it. And as she pressed herself down on me, it might as well truly have.

She moaned out above me, her rocking becoming faster as she began to ride my face more aggressively. Which only turned me on more. I then felt her dragging her nails across my chest. The sensations of her taste in my mouth and the sharp edges of her nails moving across my skin came together as something which began to quickly and effortlessly melt my brain. She continued to drag her nails across my body as I licked her more fervently. First across my chest and stomach before going all the way to my inner thighs. I shuddered under touch, which only seemed to embolden her. She continued to tease me, as I felt her bend forward and bite my stomach and inner thigh. I moaned out and shuddered as I felt her return my bites back to me, kissing and biting the length of my own abs and thighs.

I felt her wrap one of her hands around my erect manhood, beginning to slowly stroke it once more as her other hand rested on my thigh. I continued to moan in between me worshipping her, my mouth already beginning to ache wonderfully from the non-stop movement. I failed to inhale, as I felt her kiss the head of my cock. Her lips slowly traveling my length one slow kiss at a time, while her hand continued to stroke me in between. I felt myself getting closer and closer with each stroke of her hands, precum already flowing freely.

I felt overwhelmed in every way, my head slowly growing light, as I swam in oceans of pleasure and love. I was at the very edge, both at passing out and cumming all over her, my whole body tensing up and shuddering under the weight of every feeling coursing through me.

Then just as before, she stopped in just the last moment.

She lifted herself a few centimetre off of my face, wet trails of liquid still connecting my mouth to her vagina, while also gripping the base of my cock and strangling the orgasm back down.

“Easy now.” She cooed, half-mocking, half-loving. “When do you get to cum Renan?” she asked after a second, still gripping my penis while looking back at me. “Remind me.”

I took several heaping breaths, air once again rushing into my lungs, before answering.

“When you allow Aurelia.” I took another breath, my fingers desperately holding to her legs. “Only when you allow.”

She bend down and kissed the top of my cock once more. “Good boy.”

I moaned out, my whole body shaking from all the build up tension that was desperate to be released. The smell of my own sweat mixing with her own as I still gripped her thighs for dear life.

She slowly lowered herself on top of me once more, yet now left just enough space for me to be able to breathe comfortably underneath her. I dove back into her hungrily, savouring the taste of her all the more. She began to rock herself back and forth once again. I stretched my tongue deeper into her and then began to draw wide circles across her inner walls, while also on doing my best to lick and tease her clit every time she moved it just above me. Her soft moans were more beautiful than any symphony and only fuelled me with even more vigour. In turn Aurelia began to stroke my length once more and alternating between massaging my inner thigh and balls with her other hand.

Yet not before long I gasped underneath her as I felt her warm lips wrapping themselves around the tip of my penis. Her tongue drew lazy circles around the head as she began to take me deeper into her mouth before moving back. I moaned under her and redoubled my own efforts as a signal of how wonderful I felt. She gripped the base of my cock and began to stroke it slowly, while I felt her head bobbing up and down the upper part of my member. Her warm lips and tongue sending waves of pure bliss through my entire body.

We entered into a gradual rhythm, each of us moaning softly under the efforts of the other. My arms continued to wander across her legs, back and ass. With her offering a full-mouthed giggle as I squeezed the soft flesh of her buttocks. She answered in kind a moment later, before also resuming to drag her nails across the length of my torso and thighs.

I lost track of time for long we did it, the soft warmth of our bodies pressed into each other and the divine taste of her juices leaving no place for my brain to do anything but marvel and enjoy. She also grew bolder with her mouth. Going deeper and stroking me faster, bringing me to the brink of orgasm two more times before she began to effortlessly keep me just on the edge. Her hand fondled and played with my balls while the other continued to scratch and travel all over my body. Under her touch and in the warmth of her mouth, I felt ready to explode at any moment, my body tensing and relaxing nonstop as it seemed to scream at me to finally release it from all this pressure.

But I couldn’t. She hadn’t allowed.

I caught myself whimpering as she slowed down, having brought me to the edge once more. My erect cock resting in her mouth while she stroked me slower and slower. With a wet pop, she let go of my manhood and I felt sitting in an upright position once more. Her weight once more pressing down on my face. I heard her sigh in content as she began to lazily grind herself on top of me. I felt like I would drown in the wetness of her womanhood and I couldn’t have been happier.

She moaned and gasped as she continued to ride my face for a good while, her voice more beautiful than the song of any bird.

“Your prayer is almost answered my good little boy.” She cooed from above me, running her fingers through my hair while slowing down. “I won’t let you suffocate or drown just yet. There is still more you shall do for me.” Aurelia stood still for a couple of seconds, allowing me to a few last tired, yet non-the less fervent licks across her folds and clit, before slowly lifting herself from my face. I gasped for air, taking deep breaths while my head spun from all the pleasure that had taken over my mind. I closed my eyes as I simply basked in the wonderful warmth of her wetness that was all over my face and the tingling sensation of all the places she had scratched, bit and kissed me. The knowledge that I had pleased her, that I had made her moan and gasp filling me with a sense of utter pride and fulfilment.

She giggled from above. I felt her hand on my cheek, while her thumb began to draw lazy circles across my lips. I opened my eyes and gazed up at the gorgeous face looking down on me, my smile matching hers. She bend down and kissed me once more. I tasted myself on her lips, just as she surely tasted her own wetness. Out tongues intertwined as we began to make out. I took hold of the back of her head, my fingers running through the silken strands of her hair while we moaned out in each other’s mouths.

With a wet smack and a string of saliva still connecting our lips, Aurelia pushed herself back into a sitting position. She moved backwards slowly, straddling me and taking hold of my manhood once more.

“Now. Now let me answer the final part of your prayer.” She gripped my cock and slowly began to rub it across her ass, before moving slightly back that it rubbed between her fingers and womanhood. I held my breath, looking at he with entranced eyes. Marvelling at her beauty, dominance and control. Aurelia bit her lower lips as she continued to rub and stroke it slowly before looking me in the eyes.

“And for you to satisfy your goddess like I deserve to be satisfied.”

With those final words she lifted herself up, aligning the tip of my cock and lowered herself slowly.

I sucked in a breath as the warmth of her womanhood began to envelop my cock, slowly moving downwards as Aurelia lowered herself ever so slowly. The two of us gasped out as I finally entered her fully. She bit her lower lips, her whole body tensing up and her wings suddenly unfurling completely. I groaned out and watched as my length finally disappeared completely inside of her. The feeling of it, of her, the warm, tight, wet walls of her sex.

It was truly divine.

I had to use every ounce of my willpower not to ejaculate right then and there, but I held myself back. I couldn’t embarrass myself like that. But more importantly, I couldn’t disobey her. So I closed my eyes, tried to control my breathing as best as I could and forced the orgasm that was already at the tip of my cock back down.

We stood like for a few moments, both out breathings hard and slow, each one taking in what was happening in our own heads.

Then however I felt her fingers caressing the side of my face, making me open my eyes. Aurelia looked down on me with warm, passionate eyes a hungry, yet also nervous smile dancing on her lips. “Eyes on me Renan.” She took my right hand into her left, intertwining our fingers as her other hand pressed against my chest. “Eyes only on me.”

“They were only ever on you Aurelia. They...they will only ever be on you.”

She smiled warmly, lovingly and squeezed my hand, before beginning to move. She began to move, grinding her hips in slow circles, exploring each new feeling and sensation. I moaned out, biting my lower lip as she gasped and sucked in deep breaths, our eyes however never leaving those of the other.

She then began to slowly bounce, moving up and down with ever increasing speed. Wet flesh meeting wet flesh as I once again began to drown in the utter pleasure of the moment. I took her other hand in my own, intertwining our fingers on both sides as I thrust into her, trying to match her rhythm with my own meagre strength. Although I barely had strength to move, my efforts seemed to please her all the same. We joined together like this for what felt like both a blissful eternity and barely a moment. It must have been at least several minutes, yet all except for her had long since lost any meaning. Aurelia squeezed my hands all the tighter and pinned them on both sides of my head, before beginning to mercilessly pound herself into me. Our voices rising from low moans to full gasps for air and shouts of pleasure.

“Aurelia.” I moaned out. Or screamed. I could not tell anymore. “Oh...oh Aurelia.”

“Scream my name Renan.” She hissed out above me, her eyes burning and her face inching closer and closer to mine. “Only I can hear you. Only I can feel you.” She moaned out and kissed me. “So scream for me. Scream my name. I want to hear you.”

So I did. I screamed out my moans, beginning, pleading and praying to her, for her.

“Please don’t stop. Let this moment never stop. Let me never leave your side. Oh goddess please. Please shackle me to your feet and let me stay at your side.” My words were like oil for her fire. I gasped out as she began to bounce on top of me with such strength that I feared she would shatter my hips under her burning assault.

She let go of my hands as she wrapped me in a tight hug, pressing my face into her breasts. I wrapped my hands around her with whatever strength I had left.

Powerless and completely at her mercy and every whim. And the realisation that this was exactly where I wanted to be, was sweeter than any honey.

And of course, she saw that as well. For I was as open to a book to her, mind, soul and now body as well. As exposed, naked and vulnerable as I could ever be. And it did not frighten or unnerve me. The power which she had over every part me. It made me feel at home, it made me feel safe. Like a dog at the feet of its mistress or a knight kneeling before his queen.

I was hers and I never wanted that to change.

“Good boy.” She said with a breathy voice, a small moan escaping her lips. She pulled me closer to herself, her enthusiasm seemingly never ending, while her voice attained a frightening and possessive quality. “My, boy. My Renan. Only mine.”

“Only yours.” I barely breathed out, my words like a wish and prayer. “Please, please ...let me be yours forever.”

She pulled me up and her lips clashed and dominated mine once more as I surrender to her completely. The warmth, the passion, it all too much. Too much and never enough. I wanted this moment to never end, for time to simply never move past it. Yet my mortal body was already at its limits. Yet I was determined to be all she desired for this moment, to be the source of pleasure and satisfaction she deserved to have.

“I love you.” I gasped or maybe screamed. “I love you, Aurelia.” I screamed out as I thrust into her, kissed back and tried to hug her all the tighter. Those words which should have been as obvious as the light of the sun, yet which seemed to drive the angel which I loved more than life into an absolute frenzy. Kissing and thrusting herself into me as if both our lives depended on it. The bed squelched and bend beneath the fury of her passion. I felt her tensing up, her whole body beginning to shake slightly as we gazed into each other’s eyes. She let go of my lips for barely a second, just long enough to whisper a single word, before kissing me deeply once more.

“Cum.”

And with that single word, all the pressure that had built up inside of me and spread through the whole of my body, was commanded to release.

My whole body tensed and shuddered uncontrollably as I waves of pleasure and relief roared through me. I came hard, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I ejaculated robe after robe of cum inside of her. And it was all made all the better as I felt her clench up on me, moaning in my mouth as her own orgasm flew through her.

I held onto her for dear life and felt her doing the same. Both of us riding the waves of ecstasy that threatened to tear apart whatever measly parts remained of my brain.

We stood like this for a while, panting and shuddering. Holding onto each other, as I felt Aurelia finally relax before laying on top of me. She laid on me, feeling like the best weighted blanked that I could have hoped for, as I continued to hug her. She buried her face in the crook of my neck, her hot breath on my skin. I pressed my face into her hair, breathing deep, her scent more potent than any drug at making me feel calm and safe.

I lost track of time as the two of us laid there in blissful silence. The only sound that could be heard being our rhythmic breathing, that slowly but surely began to slow down and became calm once more. The sun had already set and darkness now filled the chambers.

After a while Aurelia finally stirred, pushing herself off of me and onto her knees. She waved her wand in the air, sparks of magic dancing between her fingers as several lamps began to glow. Bathing the room in soft orange light. She breathed in deeply, stretching out like a tired cat, before looking down at me and beckoning me to follow her. She flew off of the bed with a single beat of her wings, gliding several meters to the side before beginning to strode to one of the doors. I quickly tried to follow her, but my legs, back and...entire body, was incredibly exhausted and I instead wobbled slowly behind her.

We entered into a large stone bathing room, the majority of which being a pool sized bath that was currently full. Aurelia slowly entered the water, waving her hand to the side as levers and handles moved on their own. Fresh water began to pour in and in matter of minutes warm steam began to rise out of the bath. She signalled for me to get in, before submerging herself in the hot water. I entered slowly, the heat of being much hotter than what I was used to in the communal showers of the Legion.

Aurelia emerged once more, running her fingers through her hair while I adjusted slowly and began to enjoy it. Both the heat and the sight. I submerging myself as well before sitting on one of the stone benches that were at the side of the bath.

“Renan.” Aurelia beckoned, snapping my attention immediately as I looked towards her. Several balms, oils and soaps stood at the edge of the bath as she sat down near them. “Would you mind helping me applying these?”

I sprang up into action before the last syllable had even left her mouth, straddling through the water towards her. She giggled at my eagerness and spread her arms at the edges of the bath, relaxing as I began to serve her.

I applied the oils she handed to me to her hair, gently rubbing them in while tracing my fingers through her silken crimson hair. Careful not to cause discomfort or to pull it while I continued to work. Then she pointed to some of the balms and soaps with the tip of her wing and I nodded immediately. As I took one of them in my hand she slowly stood up, the water barely reaching her waist. Her skin wet and glistening in the soft glow of the lamps and the light her own angelic skin naturally exuded. I felt myself get hard once more, my mouth salivating at the gorgeous sight. At the sheer majesty of her.

Aurelia looked at me expectantly with a knowing smile. She took a few steps forward, her hips swaying side to side hypnotically and took my cock in a light grip. I bit my lower lip, still sore from all we had done, yet just as eager as before. She gave it a few gentle strokes before letting go and looking me in the eye.

“I might allow you to join with me once more.” She gave it a light slap that send a shiver through my body. Aurelia smirked and tapped me lightly with her other hand. “But only when my commands are complete.”

I bowed and knelt in the water. Beginning to enthusiastically apply the balms and soaps on her skin and then wash them off. And of course I couldn’t resist kissing her perfect skin before every movement of my hands. But luckily for me, my goddess seemed to not only have anticipated that, but had counted on it. I heard her inhale with satisfaction, her fingers once again beginning to play with my hair. I was slow, methodical. Perhaps too slow and methodical as I craved to enjoy this privilege for as long as possible, but thanks to years of soldiery I didn’t lose sight of my task. Yet the sight of the marks I had left on her body only caused my cock to harden even more and some sparks of pride to flare up inside of me.

After a while I was all done. My mistress stood there clean and satisfied, the smell of poppy and rosemary now clinging to her as well as a satisfied smile on her face. She put a finger under my chin, lifting it up every so slightly before bending down and kissing me gently. She playfully bit my lower lip before letting go and pointing to another rack of soaps and oils. “Fetch me those as well lover.”

I did so without question. She took one of them in her hand and placed the rest on the side of the bath before signalling for me to come closer. I obeyed without a word and to my surprise Aurelia sat on the stone benches and began to slowly apply the soap to my own body.

“Mistr- Forgive me. Aurelia, I-I can do that alone. You need not-” She cut me off with a single look, it was neither threatening nor commanding, yet it pushed the words at the back of my throat without effort. She continued to wash me gently, before looking up at me and then kissing base of my abs. “But I want to Renan.” She suddenly bit my lower stomach, getting a sudden yelp from me. “You have serviced me so well tonight. It is only fair for you to receive some of it back.” She continued to slowly move up, the soaps and oils feeling quite pleasant on my skin. Not as pleasant as her touch, yet pleasant nonetheless. “Besides, you don’t get to have all the fun of touching your partner’s body for as long as you wish.” I blushed and couldn’t hold back the embarrassed smile.

The fact that nothing could escape her sight for even a moment had the effect of making both my manhood twitch with excitement and my own submissive deference to her to only increase. She smiled a predatory smile and gave my cock another light smack.

She moved up slowly, taking her time to pinch, kiss and bite my stomach and chest before washing me after. She bit down hard around my nipple, causing me to groan out as she sucked on the sensitive flesh. Finally letting go with a satisfied smile as a red bite mark could now be seen on my chest, one that would most likely stay there for quite a while. “Now its fair.” Aurelia said with a smile.

I shuddered under her touch as she finished up, washing the soaps off before bringing us closer together once more. She encircled us with her wings and we both sank into each other’s kiss. My hands wandered to her breasts and ass, gripping them tightly with never-ending desire. While her own wandered across my own chest and shoulders, taking a hold of me and once again slightly lifting me up so that she needed bend down as we made out.

Aurelia then moved us to the edge of the bath, finally letting go of me and sitting on the edge before spreading her wings and legs invitingly. I entered her almost immediately, both of us sucking in satisfied breaths. I began to thrust enthusiastically, deep and with an even pace that seemed to hit all the spots she wanted.

Aurelia grabbed the back of my neck and brought my face to her right nipple. I obeyed immediately and began to suck and lick just as voraciously as before. Her hand guided my mouth from one to the other, before pulling me upwards. I kissed and licked my way up her collarbone and neck until I tasted the sweetness of her lips once more.

Aurelia grabbed a hold of my hair and deepened our kiss again. I began to pick up pace once again, my body aching for the ecstasy of release. Especially release inside of her.

Yet I held myself back, my body seemingly just as desperate not to disappoint her, as it was to cum. I sunk into the wet softness of her skin and the sound of her moans, thrusting faster and kissing harder. Communicating my need through the only acceptable way to me, by pleasing her.

And of course she knew, she would always know. But she let us remain like this for a good while, keeping me on edge and ever more desperate with each passing moment. Something which made me love her all the more.

Then once I began to sense her clenching around me in that divine way that told me she was close to cumming, only then did she break off our kiss. Leaning her head back with a deep moan before saying the words I had been waiting for.

“Cum for me Renan.”

We came together. Hard and deep.

I wrapped my hands around her and buried my face in her chest, panting and shaking. My legs barely able to keep me standing. Aurelia encircled me with her wings while she hugged me back and began to play with my hair.

“Good boy.” She whispered, laying her head on top of mine as her thumbs began to make lazy circles on my back and shoulders. “My good boy. You did so well for me Renan.” Her words were like honey to my soul. As both my confidence and happiness began to rise higher and higher by the second.

“I...I hope...” I began to speak in between still heavy breaths. “I hope it was as good as you wanted it to be Aurelia.” I didn’t see, but I swear I felt her smile. And the soft kiss she planted on the top of my head only strengthened that feeling.

“Better lover.” She whispered. “You could not have done better.”

We didn’t let go of each other for a long time, both of us simply sinking into the warm comfort of the other’s skin and touch. Or at least that is what I did.

After a while we washed up again, quicker this time, before I had the privilege of drying her off. Once we left the bath, Aurelia instructed me to help put her nightgown on. Something which I did immediately and something I am sure she did as a reward for me.

As I stood there, watching her fix her hair and taking the final steps to go to bed, a sudden though popped into my mind. One that I would have rather not had in the first place, but couldn’t ignore. As much as I wanted to.

“Aurelia.” I said quietly. She hummed in acknowledgment, not even turning around as she put her armour on a nearby stand. “Should...should I go?” even I barely heard my own voice, but was sure that she heard me more than fine.

She stopped for a moment, her wings folding slightly before she turned around to look at me with a raised eyebrow. “Yes.” My heart sank in my chest, yet I knew that it was- “You should go to bed.” She said as she put the last piece of her armour away. “I prepared some night clothes for you. But I would have no problem if you want to sleep naked.” She tilted her head slightly and hummed. “Actually I would prefer if you sleep naked.”

I looked at her dumbfounded, my mouth hanging slightly open. She chuckled at the sight and shook her head. “What? Did you expect for me to throw you out as soon as I was satisfied?” a slight tone of offense was heard within her voice, which made me snap out of my shock and shake my head. “No Aurelia I... well I didn’t really think of what came after and now I don’t really know what to expect if I am being honest.”

The angel nodded with understanding before beckoning me to the bed with a wave of her hand. “Well, that is something that we will be able to figure out in the morning.” She flapped her wings once and landed on the left side of the bed, lazily laying on her stomach as her wings covered her like a blanked. “But you can calm yourself by knowing that I have no intention of replacing you in this... new duty of yours.” She then looked at me and raised her left wing, an invitation for me to get underneath it.

I felt myself calm down, my heart slowing down once more and my body finally letting me know how tired I was. I closed the distance and got onto the bed, her wing then laying on top of me like a heavy, soft blanket. She took my hand into hers, interweaving our fingers before speaking quietly. “But if you want to continue being by my side like this. You will have to work hard.” I looked her in the eyes, my entire attention focused solely on her words. “I am planning to recreate the position of the Warleader’s Attaché, a personal right hand who acts as my voice and herald among the mortal parts of the Legion and other guilds.” A twinkle of mischief glowed in her eye. “Someone who would live in the Parhelion, close to me, who would spend most of his time by my side and fulfilling my direct will.” She moved our joined hands close to my face and used a finger to brush a few strands of hair away from my face.

“Are you interested in such a position Renan?”

I nodded furiously, my eyes wide in excitement as my heart beat wildly. “I would burn half of Ravnica down for such a privilege.” She snorted a laugh and tapped me on the nose playfully.

“I would prefer you not doing that. But if it is the part belonging to my enemies, then so be it.” I smiled at her, making lazy circles across her hand with my thumbs as we set into the silence. A question that I didn’t know I had then popped into my mind and even as I tried to banish it away, it found itself at the tip of my tongue.

“Aurelia? Can I ask you something?” she opened her eyes and raised an eyebrow. “If...if this is your first time with... all of this. Then how did you know... well what to do? You were just... so good.” She frowned for a moment, opening her mouth and closing it again as if unsure of what to say. Finally she sighed and looked at me with slight embarrassment.

“You promise to keep it a secret?”

“Of course.” I answered surprised. The crimson haired angel took a deep breath and took a moment before finally speaking.

“I am the very soul of battle, my existence has been defined by duty and war... but I also need time away from the battlefield and ways to relax outside of combat and training.” She sighed and looked away for a moment, slightly ashamed and looking immeasurably adorable. “Which is why I found myself a couple of hobbies and... ended up greatly enjoying some books not quite suitable for children. Books which informed me as to what to do in situations such as today?”

I kept my mouth shut, yet my eyes stared in wide surprise. The angel and goddess of the Boros Legion enjoyed reading smut?! She looked away from me for a bit, as if unwilling to meet my eyes. I forced myself to be calm once more and simply nodded.

“Not to a word to anyone.” I said, doing my best to keep the humour out of my voice, which I knew she would notice anyways. “I swear it to you.”

“Good.” She hummed. “Now let’s go to sleep. We will both have hard days ahead of us and I sadly can’t guarantee I will get to see you for a good while.” I nodded sadly and moved an inch closer to her, before I closed my eyes and kissed her on the forehead.

“Renan?” she whispered softly. “Yes?” I answered, my eyes fluttering open and meeting hers. She chewed on her lower lip, for the first time in all the time I had seen her, truly unsure of what to say next. I remained silent, yet took her hand into mine once more, interweaving our fingers and squeezing it gently. She looked at it, squeezing back before looking at me again. “Can you repeat what you told me near the end...I... I want to hear you say it again.” She bit her lip again, looking away for a moment before looking back at me. Looking deep in my eyes. “I want to feel how much you meant it.”

I looked at her in quiet awe. Both at how gorgeous she looked in the dim light and how the strings of fate had delivered me the chance to have everything I had ever dreamt off. And in that moment, I promised myself I would do anything in my power to become her Attaché. To be at her side for as long as could.

I nudged myself forward and kissed her passionately, pressing my forehead to hers.

“I love you.” I said out loud. “I don’t think I could ever stop loving you.”

She smiled and pulled me into a tight, inescapable, warm hug. Just the way I liked it.

Aurelia kissed my forehead softly.

“Keep working hard lover, I want to hear those words every day.” She tucked her left wing over me and then I felt her right move underneath us, encircling us in a soft embrace that was capable of shielding us from anything and everything that could have threatened us.

“I want to be able to say them back with the same earnest soon enough.”

Warmth spread through my entire body and I whispered the words I hoped to repeat for years and years to come.

“Yes Aurelia.”

The End

Thank you for reading. <3

(Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed this very first attempt at both erotic fiction and femdom. Maybe I will make this a series if enough people like it, not just magic characters. If you have critique, tips or anything to help me get better I will greatly appreciate it. Have a blessed day and fuck all control players.)