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While many humans many brush off the concept of Heaven as a mere piece of myth and nothing more. However, in another part of the galaxy, it is indeed a very real place, though not exactly as one might imagine. Towers and waterfalls sinning against gravity.
Within one of the high towers, two beautiful angels, with long and elegant pure white wings spread wide out, laid gracefully in their bed: One, slightly older, with short spiky blonde hair, and the other, slightly younger, with pure white hair tied in a long ponytail. Their nimble fingers stroked each other's muscular abs.
"No matter what happens, Fernande, my heart always belongs to you," the younger angel whispered.
"And mine yours, Anemone" the elder angel whispered back.
"But what if someone else finds about this?" Anemone asked, her brow furrowed with crystal clear fear. "About us?"
"Then we'll have to make a new life to ourselves," Fernande reassured, stroking her lover's cheek. "Find a new world together."
"Where can we go?" Anemone asked. "What world is there and how could, or would we even get there?"
"I think we both know the answer to that..." Fernande said, twirling a bit of her girlfriend's white hair.
Not another word was emitted from either angels, as Fernande brought in Anemone to kiss her lips. The white-haired girl already submitting to her delicate touch and charms. They weren't exactly and completely free even with the time they had to themselves, but their touches were nonetheless. Here, neither Fernande nor Anemone were currently burdened in any conflict or fear of interruption and outing. Here, they didn't have to worry about the rest of the realm, only their shared love and happiness together.
Fernande licked across Anemone's delicate belly and navel, tacking her in feeling every single ab. Before long, Fernande reached down and slid her strong fingers deep into Anemone. To Anemone, Fernande had always been a master in more ways than one. Anemone took no hesitation in offering herself as her lover's fingers slipped through her black briefs. She may be more rigid in her demeanour, but Fernande still turned all of Anemone's confidence to silk.
Anything else the younger angel would've been able to say were soon lost in the older angel's warm and welcoming kiss, leaving her utterly breathless.
At long last, Fernande's dancing fingers delved deep into Anemone's warm centre, reducing her to moans and other heavenly sounds in no time, the most beautiful pieces of music to Fernande's ears. Pausing momentarily to catch a breath, Fernande gazed down at Anemone, marvelling at what a graceful sight she was before she carried on in tasting her smooth delicate neck.
Like the other angels of Heven, Fernande and Anemone had quite the lithe bodies, well-toned muscles hidden under planes of smooth fair skin. And now, it seemed like every single muscle were reduced to a quivering mess, making Anemone's whole body trembling on the cool sheets, her wings twitching and tensing.
"Please, Fernande," Anemone complained, each word punctuated with heavy breaths. "I need you... I need this... Right now..."
"I know," the slightly older angel replied. "I need you too, I always have all my life." Before either could conjure up another word, Fernande filled up her attention and crawled down to face her lover's glimmering folds. Still moving her fingers in and out, Fernande indulged some more with her tongue.
Alternating between light, slow, tender licks and nibbling at the sensitive buds, along with pumping and curling her fingers, Fernande was bringing Anemone ever so closer to the brink in little time, if even at all.
"By the gods, make me feel everything, please," Anemone demanded, her voice breaking and anticipating her inevitable orgasm.
"You already are, my love," Fernande quipped between dipping her tongue into Anemone's sweet-flavoured folds while still twisting her fingers deeper inside Anemone.
Anemone rocked against the tongue and fingers as they continue to slide back into her. Her orgasm was already rolling over her like a shooting star in the fastest of lightspeed, turning her vision white for a brief moment and causing her mind to go blank for a quick instance. It seemed to go on forever, the walls of her centre quivering endlessly around Fernande's fingers.
Finally, as soon as Anemone had expelled her fluid energy, Fernande took her time in absorbing the liquid sweetness. It only took a further moment or two before she slipped away her fingers once she had her fill, and licked them up clean.
At long last, Anemone got back her breath, only to be stolen from her again by the other angel when Fernande gave her another mild kiss. Then the two Angels still had a few more minutes to themselves.
"Want to visit Earth with me?" Fernande asked.
"Yeah, I do," Anemone answered.