Angel Dust Chest Fluff Novels & Stories

My little angel looked flustered. My eyes slowly raked down her body taking in her seductive curves. She was wearing one of the dresses Killian got for her—light green and lacey. Something I imagine ripping off of her after dinner. An amused smirk teased the corner of my lips at the sight of hickeys all over her swan-like neck. Her hair flowing down her waist, resting just above the curve of her hips making my palms itch to wrap them around my fist as I pound into her from behind.

He didn’t notice the breeze picking up, didn’t hear the screen door creak until she was already there. Angel stepped out barefoot, holding a tall glass of iced tea. She wore a short white sundress—thin cotton that fluttered against her thighs with every step. No bra. No panties. The fabric clung lightly where her skin was already damp from the heat. Wind caught the hem as she walked, lifting it just enough to flash the smooth curve of her ass and the shadowed space between her legs. She didn’t bother holding it down. She set the glass on the workbench with a soft clink. Leaned forward over the hood—elbows braced, back arched, ass pushed out toward him. The dress rode up high enough to bare e

“Xeros, it’s—” The room was empty. Sunlight sliced across rumpled sheets, but the bed was cold. On the pillow, a single white rose was on a piece of paper. I walked towards the bed slowly before picking it up, reading the words scrawled hastily on it, "I've got to leave, Angel. Council business. Be back by dinner. Wear the dress, please. Try not to miss me too much —X." Beside it, folded like an offering, was a silk dress. I lifted it, and the fabric sighed—off-shoulder, plunging neckline, a slit high enough to scandalize a nun. My blush could’ve powered the pack house.

she answered, sounding cheerful. She caught her dad's eye looking at her; he had a look of annoyance and disgust; nothing new, Angela thought; at least now she knew why; her Amazonian figure sat well on her wafer-thin body. She had a decanter-shaped waist, and her complexion had an impeccable, ochrous hue. Her pencil-thin eyebrows eased down gently to her black, beetle's-leg eyelashes. A sculptor could not have fashioned her seraph's ears and pixie's nose any better.

I drift my eyes to where I last saw Tee, Angel is there, she's talking to her friend who is dressed as Chucky. Angel is dressed as an Angel, I know, very cliche but at least it's a dark angel, it's black wings are not too spreaded and thank luck because she'd be hitting people with them. She wears a short white prom dress to compliment her wings, I hate to admit it but it's sexy and definitely not a try hard costume.

He sighed, wondering why he was all of a sudden worrying about her but somehow he could not help but to feel worried over her, she was a human after all, he studied her, she was small, quite tiny rather and in her right hand she clutched on to a feather, a feather from him no doubt. He laid her down comfortably on the forest floor and that was when he noticed the two pouches tied to her waist, he shook them. They jingled and he knew that was the sound of coins, he did not bother to check if they were gold coins or silver coins in them. He also noticed the container tied to her waist too and he opened it, bringing it to his nose and he took a whiff. He knew the smell of Angels and this was it

(Angela) She was moaning like a deranged person, right now, her body were at peak sensitivity. She tried to keep her regal attitude, but her rationality were already started to break, with her moan and her true desires. As she were trying to hold on, to her last thread of rationality, I break her composure, as my hand roughly grabbed her clothes collar and yank them apart, spewing all the her top button all over the floor, this time, Angela shirt were opened. Revealing her sexy and glamorous sight of her top half, her skin were still bouncy and fleshy, with a tinge of saggy appearance of her appropriate age. She skin were supple white, She were wearing a racy and laced red see through corset

The acrid scent of ozone and burnt copper hung heavy in the air, thick enough to coat the back of the throat. Sparks continued to spit from the fried control panel, casting a flickering, electric blue strobe across the damp stone walls of the west wing transit gallery. Beneath the half-open iron security gate, Julian’s fingers locked around Elder Torin’s throat with terrifying, crushing precision. The elder’s heels scraped desperately against the flagstones, his breath catching in a dry, rattling gasp as he was hoisted inches off the ground by raw, unadulterated Alpha fury.

Then bent over, 'dusting' my pussy with it before slamming in. Audience: 'Cum on it and lick.' I did, orgasm milking it, then sucked clean, the tang of my arousal flooding my mouth. Another sinful night, an Elf princess: green leaf bikini, pointed ears, in a 'forest' of pillows. 'Enchant me mistress.'

"How's that?" It was hard to convey into words for Lars because 'beautiful' just would not suffice. What stood before him was a statue of an angel brandishing a sword, the Celestial Calibur. The feathered wings were incredibly detailed, and impressive in its wingspan. What stood out more to Lars, however, was that the angel's dress looked delicate and flowing, almost translucent in a way it accentuated the angel's body. "Dude, this is amazing! I... honestly can't say enough about this! Wow!"