DARK ANGEL

Feature Writer: Auburn Shadow
Feature Title: Dark Angel
Story Codes: Pedo, Lesbian, Supernatural, Scat, NC, Snuff

Dark Angel

With golden hair, and pure with shining light, her presence could actually light up the night. But then to sin, she’d given in, the fight against, she could not win.

It began as an accident, I did hear, a wicked wind had brought a child near. So innocent and pure with grace, a female child with a cherub’s face. The angel of white extended her hand, on the child’s head, she brought it to land. Caressing the little one’s soft blond hair, she peered at her little body so bare.

A shiver went through the child so small, causing the angel woman to cover her all. With a downy feathered angel’s wing, to protect her from the cool air’s sting. The softness of the child’s smooth warm flesh, gave the angel a feeling so new and fresh. Moisture seeped from her vaginal slit, and a rush of hotness throbbed through her clit.

“So this is passion,” she deeply sighed. “So this is what I have always denied.”

The angel’s trembling fingers caressed a little thigh. The little one smiled with an audible sigh. Higher, went her fingers, to a pink pubic mound, with heavy breathing, the only sound. So tender was the child, it would be a waste, if the white, pure angel didn’t have a taste.

With deliberate movement, the angel knelt to the ground, to the child’s little ass, she reached around. Now grasping that tight little ass, she pulled the child with her, down onto the grass.

Positioning the child to squat over her face, the angel proceeded to kiss and lick it’s most private place. As she continued with her oral assault, she never considered what would result. Her wings slowly dimmed from purity white, and began to turn as dark as the night.

The angel’s passion too rose, much to her delight, she became rough with the child, causing her fright. The angel now standing up and spinning around, toppled the small child to the ground. Then, on it’s face, the angel began to sit, humping her wet vagina all over it. With grunts and groans, she could not stop, her very first orgasm was ready to pop.

The child now struggled to gulp for air, as the angel’s discharge wetted her hair.

The last thing the child managed to see, was the angel’s flexing rectum, smudged and shitty. Two bodies now quivered and convulsed as one, the child’s in death, the angel’s from fun. The angel now rose, standing so tall, rejoicing in heart at the dead child she saw.

The empowerment she felt was as nothing before, and already she knew that she would always need more. Remorse nor guilt, she hadn’t a thread even though it was her doing that the child was dead. Laughing wickedly at the dead little girl, she brushed from her face a now raven-black curl.

She stretched and then yawned, yes, killing was fun, something that could not stop with only one. Now in darkness so deep, she patiently waits, for another young child to meet it’s cruel fate. No longer in goodness, is brightness her light. For the angel’s now dark, as dark as the night.

THE END