《This Slimy Melting Heart》Chapter 24: Angel on Earth
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This time she was not going to choose wrong. Pallorn grabbed the holy emblem on her clothes, within it was her status as a Redeemer. As she tore it apart, she felt a piercing pain, but the gentle, loving gaze from her sister immediately soothed her suffering, redeeming her guilt.
"Sis, is this enough?" she said and fell to her knees, enduring the numbing sensation that gradually spread through her body. The holy power insider her veins revolted, burning inside her flesh. "I love you. I really do."
Seeing her sister's miserable face, Tardi bloomed a graceful smile, hiding beneath it a twisted joy, born from her love and the desire to be loved. Gradually she walked to Pallorn, reaching her hands forward to embrace her sister, who was at her most vulnerable state, in dire need of affection.
"Sis, you did well," Tardi said as she tightly hugged her kneeling sister, stroking her hair, tainting her fair skin with muds. As she rubbed her face against her sister's, she felt the heat of her sister's cheeks diffusing into her, melting her heart. "I know you still love me. I know you would never betray me. We are family and always will be."
Shaking, Pallorn willingly let Tardi hold her, seeking the assurance that she had made the right choice. She clung onto her sister's shoulders, her fingers sinking into the mud skin. Though the mud was cold, Pallorn's body was so hot that the chill brought comfort to her sweating, cracking soul.
"I did well, right? I chose you instead of them," Pallorn said and planted her face into her sister's body. "I'm not wrong, right? We can be together now, right?"
Unseen by Pallorn, Tardi couldn't conceal her wild smile, trying her hardest not to laugh until her insides turned outside. She lightly stroked her sister's thinly veiled back and caressed her long silky hair, jealous at its fine quality. She wanted Pallorn's everything.
"Sis, before I can forgive you, there is one more thing I need," she whispered, softly blowing into Pallorn's ear, inviting, enticing. "Fall for me. Let me be more than just your sister. Is that too much to ask?"
Pallorn was too delirious to understand any word, and so she mindlessly nodded. "I'll do anything for you, Sis. Anything. I only have you now."
"Then, please give all your heart to me."
Tardi pulled back, seized Pallorn's chin, and kissed her. Her muddy lips brushed against the moist human lips, soaking them wet and sticky. The bloodline repulsion only excited her. She extended her tongue and slithered it inside, feeling the soft jelly flesh. Her legs dissolved into a pile of mud that circled Pallorn and rooted her in front of Tardi, trying to merge both into one entity.
Surprised, Pallorn struggled, but her hands phased through the mud, going through Tardi's hollow body. The muds tingled her skin, but she only felt more and more aroused. The bitter watery taste in her mouth flooded her throat, adding more heat into her chest and abdomen and crotch. Her muscles started to cramp as she tensed, closing her eyes in both anticipation and shame.
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"Sis, I'm going to reach down there," Tardi whispered. "Please don't moan too loud, or they will hear us."
"No, wait—"
A spark of pleasure circulated Pallorn before she could finish her sentence. Her cheeks turned pink like candies, and from her mouth leaked a soft, muffled cry that burnt in the air. Her legs went weak and gave up, but Tardi readily held her before they both fell on the ground, rolling in the muds.
Knowing that her sister was about to lose it, Tardi tactically pulled her hand back, staring at Pallorn, who desperately blocked her eyes from Tardi, her face flushed, her body trembling, yearning, hating, loving. She panted and gasped at the hot air surrounding her, smelling her sensuous sweats and Tardi's forest-like scent.
Because the play had abruptly stopped, Pallorn felt uncomfortable, but she wasn't brave enough to demand more. She merely laid still, gasping, peeking at Tardi's mud body, at her sister's bouncy breasts, slim waist, and twitching thighs. As the heat built up inside her heart, she gradually pulled her hands from her face, shifting her posture, putting one arm above her head, the other touching Tardi's stomach.
"Does it feel good, Sis?" Tardi said. "I think we should stop before you regret it."
"No, don't," Pallorn murmured.
"Sis, you need to speak louder." Tardi stroked Pallorn's belly, tracing her fingertips across the sweaty skin, teasing but never fully committed to her play.
Her head spinning, her reason melting, Pallorn finally gave in and pulled her sister closer, kissing her on the lips, using her tongue to ravish the muddy taste, stroking the inner cheeks until she needed to let go to breathe, her face completely red. Watching her sister's playful expression, she wryly smiled.
"Please don't stop. You have to take responsibility." She grabbed Tardi's arm and placed it on her crotch, quivering, staring at Tardi, unblinking. "I gave you my everything, even my first, so take it and make me feel good."
Silently, Tardi's hand began creeping into the lewd spot. The fingers quickly passed through the sticky entrance and stroked the heated insides, turning it into mush, stroking it faster and faster until it cramped. As Pallorn panted, her melodious voice leaked out with the steamy air, but Tardi wouldn't give her a chance to rest.
She kissed Pallorn and extended her tongue down the throat, caressing the inner flesh and reaching farther, gagging Pallorn, who tried to struggle until a strange, burning desire sparked in her heart, twisting her pain into pleasure, her innocence into lust.
She craved more and began to pleasure Tardi with her hands, following her newfound instinct. Her legs trembled and raised as her muscles tensed, trying to suppress the melting voice inside her throat. Gradually, the pleasure permeated her body, cleansing her of the disgust and instilling into her mind a strange kind of clarity, almost holy.
As she made out with Tardi, her skin softly glowed, cracking into multiple rifts, leaking out golden light. The bliss intensified until her mind could think of nothing except Tardi and the adventurous fingers and the bitter lips. Her chest tightened then expanded, glowing brighter and brighter as something was awakening under her skin.
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Knowing that the corruption was coming, Tardi pulled Pallorn up and flipped their position. She laid in the muds while Pallorn sat on her, looking down, staring, taking the initiative. Instead of hiding, Tardi opened her embrace and let Pallorn have her way with her body.
Her heart throbbing, her lips lonely, her crotch aching, Pallorn didn't wait for Tardi and groped her breasts, leaning forwards and licking her ear. She softly nippled on the tip and caressed it with her cheek, trying to build up her heat to the critical point. The knowledge of sexual play emerged from her womanly heart and guided her voice, her action, and her feeling.
"You're getting prettier, Sis," Tardi said, her voice peaking as Pallorn licked her neck. "You’re falling."
Pallorn didn't hear anything except her sister's moans. She continued to taste the muds, feeling its coarse texture and the love juice mixing inside it. Her rhythm became faster and faster as her back arched forwards. Despite the intense movement, her vitality was rising, sending warm energy throughout her body. Her skin got fairer, her hair silkier.
Something within her changed. Knowing that it was coming, she immersed in the ardour, closing her eyes.
Around her, soft golden light manifested and twirled, seeping in and out of her body, corrupting her soul yet making it looked divine. Above her head, the light converged into a glowing halo, exuding calm, elegant air. Pallorn suddenly felt light and airy, her body soft and tingling, her movement free and effortless. The pain in her back turned into bliss as a pair of black wings grew out of it, extending beyond her reach and arching skywards, fluttering with grace.
Her hair flowed and sparks like stars in the middle of the night. With each wave, it dimmed and glittered, turning into a sea of sparks amidst the darkness. When she opened her eyes, the irises turned deep blue like a pair of sapphires. Her manner carried beauty and grace, not chaotic or lecherous like before. Confused, she looked at her exceptionally white hand and the black fingernails, seeing her changed self in the clear reflective.
"This is me?" she said. Her melodious voice of authority echoed, surprising both Tardi and herself. "Wonderful."
Staring at Pallorn's new appearance, Tardi felt a new spark emerging inside her soul. Pallorn's voice thrilled her to the core. The snow-like skin invited her touch, yet her heart told her she shouldn't taint its beauty. The conflicted emotions further excited her, so she reached out to defile the angel.
"Stay still," Pallorn said and placed her hand on Tardi's chest. "Let me help you instead."
Pallorn's words echoed inside Tardi's soul, telling her to lower her hands and wait silently. The holy air around her coaxed her to restrain herself, letting her sister have fun. The mental domination and physical restriction flipped a switch inside her, turning her upside down, messing with her emotions. She averted her gaze, feeling weird inside.
Looking at the panic and embarrassment on her sister's face, Pallorn smiled and grazed her fingertips across Tardi's stomach, forcing the muds to take shape according to her desire. By moulding Tardi, she made her a perfect replica of her human appearance before she stroked her fingers on the newly cast breasts. They bounced and quivered from her teases, resembling the human's.
"Now, you look like your past self, helpless, adorable," Pallorn said. "As I expected, you really can't live without me."
Because of the command, Tardi couldn't moan, but it felt better that way. The heat and air mixed inside her body, warming her inside, melting them, hardening them, shifting their shapes. They were under her control, yet she felt like she shouldn't move while her sister was commanding them. She should be listening and worshipping her sister, the holy Fallen Angel.
"Is it comfortable, Sis?" Slowly, Pallorn soaked her finger inside the muds and wiggled it around then pulled out before Tardi could climax, tasting the dirt and the liquids mixed inside. "It tastes bitter, but it does make me crave for more. You can move now, Sis."
Despite releasing her control, Tardi couldn't move. Her body was burning from the inside to the outside, powerless and aroused. She only stared at her sister, begging with her teary eyes to let her finish, to let her experience the bliss. She knew that only her sister could bring her to heaven.
"I’ve heard your prayer," Pallorn said and smiled. "I'll redeem your soul."
With two fingers, she touched Tardi's stomach and rhythmically stroked the coarse skin, slowly moving down, speeding up as time passed. Suddenly she inserted her fingers between the cliff and pushed more fingers into it. As soon as she flicked her fingers back, she folded her gigantic black wings to herself.
As everything turned dark, Tardi felt a blissful sensation overflowing. Her moulded body instantly melted from the pleasure, turning both her body and mind into mush. As she moaned, Pallorn seized her face and sealed her lips, eating the saliva and the cries. For a moment, the elegance and grace of the angel descended into lust and infatuation of the succubus. The gentle technique became sensual yet heavenly.
For the duration of their orgasm, their tongues never separated.
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