As the angel slowly draws you into her vagina, she eventually moves her nipple into your mouth. In your state of shock, instincts long dormant resurface and impulsively you begin to suckle her breast. This draws a moan of pleasure from the angel.
“Mmmmm, yes baby, go on,” she murmurs, “I’m no stranger to motherhood; my milk will do wonders for you.” As you suck, warm, thick fluid enters your mouth. It tastes sweet and rich; you swallow it in a daze as the angel cradles you. Before long you begin to feel drowsy, and eventually you cease suckling and rest your head against her chest. She has drawn your legs inside now; you feel them encased in warm, moist muscle that shifts to pull you deeper. The sense of dread and helplessness has begun to fade, and you find yourself wanting to stay with the angel. But as you move, it becomes clear that you will need to change your position.
The angel gently lifts you away from her, laying you down between her legs. Frightened of what will happen and from being away from the angel’s warmth, you begin to shiver slightly. Not to mention blush. You slide your hands to your own vagina protectively, as it is almost touching the angel’s warm, inner flesh. The angel looks down at your face and chuckles a little, and then you feel a powerful contraction against your legs. With a loud sucking sound, the angel pulls you in up to your breasts. You gasp in surprise and reflexively raise your arms to your chest, but you can’t get your hands out of her body.
“Don’t worry, baby,” she tells you soothingly, “you’ll love it inside me, I promise.”
Finding your voice, you manage to whisper,
“w-what will happen to me?”
“Does it really matter?” she asks you, caressing the side of your face gently. “You can simply sleep for a while, I can find you a friend, and you can even stay there forever. You certainly don’t need to decide now, my child.” As she says this your breasts are pulled into her. You feel them be squeezed by warm moist muscles, and you give another little gasp. You feel strong muscles on every inch of your body, hot and wet, kneading you deeper and deeper. It’s turning you on in ways you never thought possible, yet at the same time it’s soothing and relaxing. The sensation is so conflicting that it’s all you can do to squirm, close your eyes and moan. The angel shudders at your movements.
“Ooooo, you naughty baby!” she scolds mischievously, “You shouldn’t be playing now! You need to rest,” she tells you gently, “You are very tired, and need to sleep. We’ll play later.”
By now you feel the angel’s warmth spreading up the sides of your face. Your strong instincts of self preservation surface one last time, and you try to push your face out for one last breath of outside air, and then you feel the lips of the angel’s vagina cover your face completely. What happens next is a sensuous blur, as her vaginal muscles knead and massage you deeper into her. You feel them everywhere, the hot juice covering every inch of your body, drawing deep moans of pleasure from the very depths of your being. All too quickly it ends as you reach her cervix, which opens wide when your feet touch its tight ring of muscle. It begins to pull you in with one long, sucking swallow, and you feel it move up your body. It slows when it reaches your shoulders, squeezing them gently for a couple seconds, causing you to twist and moan. The angel’s doing, no doubt. Then, it sucks you into her womb with a slurp.
Now you are surrounded by the soft, pink walls of the angel’s womb. The squeezing and kneading of her vaginal passage is almost non-existent here; all you feel is her womb hugging you gently. For some odd reason, it smells like the mist of a waterfall, and all around you hear the angel’s heartbeat, her breathing. The entire situation is soothing, though slightly arousing. You find it hard to keep your eyes open. Suddenly you hear the angel’s voice, “Are you comfy, sweetie?” she asks in a motherly voice, and you feel her warp her arms around her filled womb and you. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a guest inside me. I’d almost forgotten how lovely it feels.” She laughs happily.
“It’s amazing,” you breathe, blinking your eyes to keep awake.
“Wonderful. Oh!” she exclaims, “I almost forgot! Before you sleep child, tell me; is there anything you want? A friend, perhaps? I could take you up to heaven if you like. Or is there something else?” She seems anxious. Better answer before you fall asleep…
