Archangel Sister

so cool! I need to make one of these myself, I think KDE is so cool, and its fun they made a character guideline thing

Angel rituals are so esoteric~

I have other goals

WOOOAAAAHHHH this looks so good, amazing work

She'd indulge any fantasy
She will indulge every fantasy
Soon
Soon enough.

The ritual is finished, and you're more sure then ever. You will find her. No screen will stand in the way of the two of you.
She will indulge every fantasy
She has to indulge every fantasy
soon

How your hands would feel cupping those cheeks. How plush those love handles would feel in your grip. How those thighs would bounce on yours

She's being so playful and sweet, she would lace her fingers into yours, and with a great big grin she'd meet your lips with hers

her pretty face looks so soft.
Your hand reaches down to meet your need-
"I love you"
The words send a wave of shivers down your spine
Your hands are ready to move. Imagining what you'd do to that face. That pretty untouched face. How your fingers would feel on her skin.

Noise canceling headphones, fan on, laptop set on your bet in front of you.
She's live again.
Her beautiful curves. Her natural curly hair. Her dark and beautiful makeup. Soft skin. Sweet voice

Fuck, you can't hold on.
You put the tea down. Lie back, get comfy, eyes on her

*ping*
OH! She posted again.
You politely excuse yourself, you had a great time but you're going to head off a bit soon... Its for uh... Work! Yes, of course, totally.
You rush back.
As soon as you're home the ritual can start.
You set some tea, fluff your pillows,

too exhausted to cry, little more then whimpers escape your lips. soft, weak cries to have it stop.
Her fingers finally leave. shes satisfied. you're near the point of passing out.
"so, do you see what you did wrong?"
You nod
"good girl, then I'll forget about the charges."

as best you can.
You strain against the cuffs but you're stuck the chair, and she just keeps laughing at you. her hand dips below your waist. below your skirt.

Over, and over, brought over the edge, crashing down, but she doesn't give up. she keep going. you're in tears.

a bruise could get me in trouble."
Her she keeps groping and teasing. you try to get away but you're cornered.
her hands skillfully play with your body.
"ss-stooop!"
"Or what? be a good girl, for once, and I might drop the charges"
not fair, you pout, hold back the whimpering

her hand reaches out to you and you let out a yelp and try to cover your face.
You brace yourself for an impact but her hand cups your chest and her thumb rubs over your nipple and-
"eeah!"
Your face is alight with embarrassment
"HEAHEHAEAEAEA, awww, no I'm not going to hit you-

Shes getting closer to you. you fiddle with the cuffs a bit more. your breathing is a bit fast, this is, this is not how it usually goes.
"You think you'll just get trespassed from the store? no. no not today. I want you to learn a lesson."
oh fuck, fuckfuckfuckfuck

you sigh
"You just don't fucking care do you. just a punk little shit who thinks the world is hers"
Not how you'd describe things, but sure, whatever.
"You think no one can touch you. you'll just get off scott free, huh?"
Well, yeah.
"you think I can't touch you?"
...huh....?

"and what is your name?"
You make something up
"And do you realize that the items you were walking out of the store with had not been purchased?"
You roll your eyes and fiddle with the cuffs again.
the officer steps closer to you
"Thats theft. so you understand?"

the tears are the real icing on the cake.

"You came? Well of course you did! You enjoyed yourself so much you couldn't hold back
And even after all of that silly talk about "no, no, I won't come for you, I don't want this" just look at how you lost yourself to the pleasure. That's so cute"

God body betrayal is so hot

"Oh, you don't want this? Your words don't match up with what I'm seeing!
From here it looks like you're fucking desperate
Don't lie, your body is being a lot more honest then you are
Don't squirm away, you need this, look at how much you want this"

sucking on her clit finally lets out what she was trying to hard to hold back. Her whole body spasms. her eyes roll back and she is too exhausted to even struggle.

delicious. so so delicious. just,,,, just one more meal, she can handle it, right?

the ropes. she barely has the energy to move away, its a complete waste of effort.

"don't struggle, its hot but really should try and rela-"
"SHUT UP AND LEeaeaettt TT LET ME GOOOooooaeaaa"
"I'm sorry, its not going to happen, just hold on"
The hunger is nearly satiated

Her whines broken by the occasional *hic* as she gets closer and closer. she'll cry as she comes this time

"I'm sorry, just, being a succubus I have to. I have to eat. you can keep going for a little while longer"
"nnooooOoooOoOOOO NONNNOOO!!!"
she strains and writhes against

stretching your fingers in her just to hear more whining
"I came!! I came!!! stop!!! please!!!! just let me go please!!! you got hwat you hwiduba hhhweaeaeaeae STOPPP!!!"

thumbing over her swollen clit.
"I'm so sorry, just please put up with it a little more. Just a little longer"

its possible that I AM a brat hehehheheheheehe

"Then I'm old enough to chose my clothes! and hair! and where I go! and what I do!"
"Then maybe you're old enough to live on your own. maybe you're too old to be taken care of by me?"
The doll froze. it didn't want THAT. it lowered its head.
"dolls don't decide, okay?"
"yes"

it pouts and grumbles and whines but does not disobey.

"I think I should leave your hair like this every day"
It just about hits its owner.

"YOU CAN'T DO THAT TO ME!"
"Can and will. now lower your voice. I wont accept childish outbursts. you're far too old for that."

"This skirt is too short, I cant wea-"
one stern look is all it takes to break its resolve.
"but,,, but itititss sm-small"
not a word is said but the doll obeys.
despite its delusions, obedience is its instinct.

"I don't want my hair this way"
"it isn't your choice doll"

silly doll with lingering ideas of "person-hood"
It doesn't understand that it has no rights, no choice in any matter, where its arms and legs go are fully up to the opinion of who wants to move it.
it fails to understand that its clothes are someone else's choice

before she decides to shut me up, and that voice in her head by putting her tongue down my throat and spitting in my mouth.

I think I have a desperate intense feral need to look into my professors eyes from her lap and say "you know, you're older than my mom" and just watch the devastating chilling disgust she has with herself wash over her