Futanari Angels.

Futanari Angels

I have wanted to write a futanari angel story for a while but nothing really seemed to cum together before…um, yeah, this pic did the trick. Enjoy.

Futanari Angels.
Artist: Kaihlan on Hentai Foundry

 

“It is forbidden,” Misha shook her head as she stared at the two angels, “you know this! You have trespassed against your oath, against your calling, against everything that makes us who we are.” Her voice was strained with anger.

It wasn’t the first time Celia and I had been called before the Erelim, the highest order of our sect, but I was fairly sure it was going to be the last. Misha’s wings ruffled as she paced back and forth in front of her throne.

I glanced at Celia but she didn’t turn and I could see the shame written across her cheeks.

“Three souls on your watch, Ahjia .” Misha collapsed into her chair and her robe fell open along her legs. “Perhaps it is too much?” She looked at me like a disappointed parent.

“No, Misha,” Celia dropped to her knees and sobbed, “it won’t happen again. I swear.” Her red hair fell across her face.

But it will. I knew it would, we had already gone too far.

“You have been warned twice,” in a blink, Misha was standing, her wings unfurled and the wind washed across us. Her eyes glowed like they held the birth of stars, “you are servants of God, you are the protectors of mankind, the guardians.” The words thundered around the throne room.

Celia sobbed on her knees, but I just stared at Misha, almost defiant. I had felt her anger before, countless times actually. Growing up the child of a Erelim, a throned captain of an angel’s sect, I knew my mother’s anger well.

“And you,” my mother snarled and turned her nose, “you’re too curious for your own good. This will be the last time.” The words were final, sharp, and tinged with what I knew as truth. She would no longer overlook my tresspasses against the law – and pleasure was forbidden to us.

She dismissed us without judgement and we left the throne room.

***

The sun was bright as we walked across the palace grounds and I spread my wings as soon as were free of the structure’s imposing shadow. We had been inside the throne room for hours awaiting my mother and her angry diatribe. “That wasn’t so bad,” I said softly.

“There was no judgement,” Celia walked well away from me like she was afraid just being close would end our tenure as angels and send us back to the libraries or worse the threshing fields.

“We didn’t do anything!” I protested. “I mean, we…touched each other.” I thought back to the night before.

We had both been assigned as watchers along the western side of Central Park. Usually, the park is ripe with action, especially late in the evening, but our shift had been quiet – there were no attacks or incursions by the fallen. We saw a few demons, but they were bonded to their souls and out of our reach.

Around twelve or one in the morning, Celia and I heard something along one of the trails and flew to investigate. I had been excited about a battle, it had been awhile since I had gotten the chance to mix it up with our fallen sisters. But when we arrived, we only found two humans, a man and a woman, obviously drunk and engaged in coitus.

“Come on, we should go,” Celia had said as soon as she saw them, naked in the bushes.

But I liked to watch the humans have sex. There was something about it, something so…animalistic. It was hot and sweaty, there was grunting and moans. They said it was pleasurable but it barely seemed that way, to me it looked like work, hard work, that everyone involved wanted to be done with as soon as possible. “Lets watch,” I laughed and flew into an oak nearby.

Celia protested, but I eventually got her to sit beside me. “Look at them down there.” She said with disgust.

I laughed. “Yeah, they are eager, aren’t they?”

The man was on his knees behind a young, dark-haired woman holding her hips and doing his best to both fuck and stay upright.

“Have you ever listened to their thoughts?” I looked at Celia on the branch beside me. Her read hair was pulled back in a single braid that fell smoothly between her auburn wings.

“It’s against…”

“The laws, yes, I know.” I rolled my eyes and glanced down at the two below us.

“Here,” the man laid down on his back in the lush grass, “get on top.” His cock glistened and swayed in the wash of a nearby lamp.

The woman giggled and crawled across the grass to straddle her lover.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. So wet and tight. I could fuck her all night. Come on, yeah, oh, right there. Mmmmm….The man’s thoughts whispered through the air.

“Oh,” Celia sounded surprised and when I opened my eyes I saw her futanari gift pressing against the dark green fabric of her robe.

Something in me shifted then. To be honest, it wasn’t the first time I had thought of Celia in that way. We had been friends since our creation, her mother and mine were friends and we had both been assigned to my mother’s throne as guardians.

But there was always something about her. She lingered in my thoughts and sometimes, when I was alone, all I could think about was her fiery red hair, deep blue eyes, and the gentle curve of her lips.

Of course, I told no one. Angels are not like humans. We are different in almost every way. We are immortal, bound by the laws of our creator, and subject only to the thrones that rule us. There are no male or female angels, only futanari – what humans would call female but gifted with both breasts, a vagina, and a penis. We are created as beings, whole, meant to guard the souls of mankind.

“What is it?” I moved closer to Celia on the thick branch of the oak.

Her cheeks were flushed red. “She, um, she seems to be having a good time.” A little grin traced across her perfect lips.

I stared down at the two working each other and listened to the woman’s thoughts. God, he’s even better than I thought. Fuck, his cock feels so good.  A tingle of excitement washed across me.

“Pleasure,” Celia stared down at the man and woman’s embrace, “why is it forbidden?” Celia looked at me with those steel blue eyes and my chest felt tight.

It was a question I had asked myself a thousand times. I had never uttered it out loud before, never asked another angel or a precept at the library for fear of losing my post, but that didn’t mean I hadn’t considered it.

The moans wafted around us like smoke and I reached over and touched Celia’s hand. The feeling was like grabbing a lightning bolt, like flying as fast as I could toward the ground. I flinched and started to pull my hand away but Celia slipped her fingers through mine.

I met those steel blue eyes and embraced the thrill I felt in the center of my chest.

“Something’s happening,” Celia closed her eyes and I followed her lead, listening.

Oh, don’t stop, don’t stop, right there, come on, oh yesssss. The man’s breathing was ragged and I could smell his sweat.

“Fuck yes, don’t stop, don’t fuck-ing-stop,” I opened my eyes and watched as the woman thrust her hips forward faster and faster moaning.

Celia squeeze my hand and I glanced over at her futanari gift, now rigid like my own.

“I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna…” The woman below us threw her head back and closed her eyes. “Oh….yesssssss.”

It took them a few minutes to recover, gather their clothing, and leave the two of us behind. Celia and I sat on the branch, holding hands and watching, silent.

“Have you ever…” Celia looked down at the rise in my robe and then trailed her eyes across my breasts, “…touched another futa’s,” she broke off and looked away.

“Like this?” I reached over and spread Celia’s robe until the fabric fell away from her turgid member. It was as large as mine, the length of my forearm, but a lighter color, paler than my own. I slipped my fingers around it.

“Mmmm…” Celia closed her eyes.

The flesh was hot to the touch and the futanari gift pumped softly in my grip. “What is it for if not pleasure?”

Celia opened her eyes and leaned toward me.

I took a breath. She’s going to kiss me. I closed my eyes and leaned forward until our lips met. Warmth spread through me like I was standing beside a fire on a cool night.

“You there!” I recognized the voice. It was Jessilia, another guardian whose creation was one cycle before our own.

She was hovering in a clearing not far away, her yellow wings slowly flapping behind her. “It shall be reported.”

***

Once we were well away from the palace, I turned toward Celia. I wasn’t sure what she was thinking (we cannot read each other’s thoughts) but I was desperate to know. The sobbing on the floor in front of my Misha confused me. I didn’t know how she felt. Was she serious about her promise? “Can we talk?”

Celia looked at me and then around at the air we hovered in. “Where can we go?” Her blue eyes twinkled in the sun.

I sighed in relief. “Follow me,” I grinned.

Like summer lightning, the two of us dashed down toward the city and then out toward the ocean. All I could think about was what we were about to do, what I wanted to do.

The house was big enough to house twenty or thirty people, but every room was empty, not that they would have seen us anyway, but I wanted the seclusion. I wanted it to be just me and Celia, alone.

As soon as we walked through the outer wall, we found ourselves standing in a room with a long, Romanesque pool, a slender rectangle of water surrounded by pillars, ornate benches, and  heavy oriental rugs.

I looked around the room and started to comment on how beautiful the house was, but Celia stopped my mouth with a kiss.

With the strength we used to battle our fallen sisters, Celia grabbed my arms and slammed me into the wall near the pool. For a split second, I thought we were about to fight, but her tongue slipped between my lips. The longing inside of me awakened.

I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her body closer to my own. I could feel the warmth of her body through our robes and my heart felt like it might explode.

“I can’t…” she pulled away and then leaned forward again sucking at my lips as if they were fruit. “I can’t stop myself.”

My pussy grew hotter and wetter while our futanari gifts, the thick cocks under our robes battled like swords between us, sliding along one another was we moved to be closer and devoured each other’s kisses.

“Yes,” I muttered the word, my wings pressed against the wall, my body quivering, “don’t stop.”

We slid to the floor, our bodies a tangle of desire and lust. I stripped my robe from my shoulders and rolled Celia onto her back. All the nights I had imagined touching her, all the dreams and desires were coming true. I yanked her robe open and revealed her body.

Her pale skin was like moonlight, her large breasts stood defiantly off her chest and her strong cock pressed against my belly.

I leaned down and kissed her pouty lips. My purple hair fell forward and my wings unfurled and stretched behind me.  Straddling her body, I moved my cock along the smooth flesh of her stomach.  Thick clear liquid oozed from the tip.

Celia bit her bottom lip and moaned. “I’ve never felt anything like this.”

I leaned against her like I wanted our bodies to melt into each other. There was a pressure building somewhere deep inside of me, and every sensation – Celia’s cock against my side, the sound of her wings against the rug, my own futanari gift sliding along her bell – everything seemed to be pushing me toward some unknown point.

“Something’s happening,” Celia’s voice was strained. “Oh, I can feel it, something,”  she moaned the words as her cock throbbed against me.

“Yes,” I felt it too, an indescribable pleasure that seemed to be welling-up inside of me.

“Ahjia,” Celia moaned, “touch me.”

I ran my hand along the smooth skin of her side until I could wrap my fingers around her stiffness. The skin was hot and she pulsed in my grip, like a heartbeat only faster.

She closed her eyes, “yesss…”

She shivered and a thick stream of milky cum splashed my cheek. The liquid was warm and slick. I turned to watch the next bolt squirt free and splashed my lips and fell onto Celia’s face.

She didn’t care. I stroked her rod and more of the nectar splashed onto us. I licked my lips and felt my own cock begin swell. I closed my eyes, I wanted the moment to last forever but my hips moved and my cock touched Celia’s breast.

I gushed my pleasure, splattering her chest as she poured her cum along my chin.

 

One thought on “Futanari Angels”

  1. This was an absolutely lovely short story! I was disappointed that it ended when they were just getting started. You should write a sequel where Ahjia and Celia impregnate each other.

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