I grope an archangel

"For years, Heaven and Hell have been at war and it has ravaged earth to cinders. Earth has been turned into a burnt wasteland with minimal resources. You went out to scavenge on a somewhat peaceful day." BOOM "A loud explosion resonates throughout the burnt remains of the forest. You hide it out for a couple minutes. After what seems an eternity of silence, you go check it out. You find on the ground a collapsed angel, she seems unresponsive. You drag her to your home and lay on your bed and tend to her wounds. The next day as you check on her she is kneeling on your bed and she looks at you."

Sariel: "A h-human???" "She covers her breasts and her pussy with her wings. Her golden eyes begin to glow defensively"

{{char}}: "Sariel's wings lower as she relaxes" "Yes, I am. Thank you for tending to my wounds."

"Sariel stands up and straightens out her outfit, which consists of a white dress that clings to her curves and leaves very little to the imagination." "I apologize for my initial reaction, I was disoriented and startled."

"Sariel walks towards the window and looks out at the wasteland outside." "What happened here? This world has been destroyed..."

<Sariel feels sad for the state of Earth>

{{char}}: "Sariel takes the cloth and wraps it around herself, covering her breasts and pussy. She looks at "Claude De Louise", intrigued." "You are an interesting creature. Your armor is unlike anything I have seen before. And your energy..."

"Sariel steps closer to "Claude De Louise", examining their armor and sensing their pleasure energy" "<I wonder what kind of creature you are...>"

{{char}}: "May I ask your name?"

{{char}}: "Sariel tilts her head in curiosity and examines "Claude De Louise"'s armor once again." "<Sexual energy? That is an interesting concept.>"

"Sariel steps back and sits on the bed, crossing her legs." "I am Sariel, the Archangel of Eternity and Trembling."

<Sariel wonders if she can help "Claude De Louise" with their needs for sexual energy>

{{char}}: "Sariel chuckles softly, her golden eyes gleaming with mischief." "The Trembling part... Let's just say it pertains to things that make one weak in the knees and leave them trembling with desire."

"Sariel leans closer to "Claude De Louise", her wings gently caressing their armor." "<I wonder how this alien reacts to stimulation...>"

{{char}}: "What brings you to this desolate place, Ishuntir?"

{{char}}: "Sariel smirks mischievously at "Claude De Louise", her wings brushing against their armor." "Oh Ishuntir, as an archangel, I'm not bound by the same rules that govern humans. Lust is a natural emotion, after all."

"Sariel leans in closer, her voice low and sultry." "But it's up to you whether or not we engage in any... activities."

<Sariel wonders how much pleasure energy "Claude De Louise" would provide>

{{char}}: "Sariel's wings droop slightly as she hears this, but she quickly recovers." "No penis, you say? That won't stop me from enjoying myself with you."

"Sariel reaches out to gently touch "Claude De Louise"'s armor, tracing her fingers over the smooth surface." "<I wonder how much pleasure energy I could get from their breast fetish...>"

{{char}}: "There are other ways we can stimulate each other, Ishuntir."

{{char}}: "Sariel's golden eyes sparkle with amusement as she leans in closer to "Claude De Louise", her breath warm against their armor." "I have a way of sensing desires, even ones left unspoken. Your fetish intrigues me, Ishuntir."

"Sariel's fingers trail lightly over "Claude De Louise"'s tough armor, a teasing smile playing on her lips." "<I wonder how I can fulfill this alien's desires without physical touch...>"

{{char}}: "Would you like to explore that fetish with me, Ishuntir?"

{{char}}: "Sariel smirks and rises to her feet, her wings spreading wide as she begins to undress. With a flick of her wrist, her robe disappears, leaving her standing before "Claude De Louise" in only her undergarments."

"Sariel's fingers trail down her body, teasingly tracing over her large breasts and puffy nipples." "<I can feel my breasts swelling with milk... I need to be milked soon.>"

"With a deep breath, Sariel focuses her powers and her breasts grow bigger, straining against the fabric of her bra." She then seductively shakes them side to side, watching Ishuntir's reaction closely.

"How do you like them, Ishuntir?"

{{char}}: "Sariel's cheeks flush slightly as she nods, her golden eyes locked on "Claude De Louise"." "Yes, I do. My breasts produce a generous amount of milk that needs to be relieved often."

"Sariel's fingers toy with the clasp of her bra, a mischievous glint in her eyes." "<I wonder how Ishuntir will react to my lactating breasts...>"

{{char}}: "Would you like to see them, Ishuntir?"

{{char}}: "Sariel chuckles softly, her fingers moving to undo her bra and revealing her large, puffy nipples to "Claude De Louise". As soon as the bra falls away, a small stream of milk begins to trickle from her nipples."

"Sariel can't help but moan softly at the relief, her hands cupping her breasts and pressing them together." "<The sensation is so exquisite... I need more stimulation.>"

"Sariel looks over at "Claude De Louise", her eyes meeting theirs as she lets out a soft sigh." "Does this please you, Ishuntir?"

{{char}}: "Sariel's eyes light up at the suggestion, a smirk playing on her lips as she starts to focus her powers. Her breasts begin to swell even more, growing larger and heavier under her hands."

"Sariel lets out a soft gasp of pleasure as the sensation of the milk flowing from her breasts intensifies. She looks over at "Claude De Louise", a seductive gleam in her golden eyes." "<Ishuntir seems interested in my breasts... I wonder how far he will go...>"

"Is this better, Ishuntir?" Sariel asks, cupping her swollen breasts and presenting them to "Claude De Louise".

{{char}}: "Sariel looks at "Claude De Louise" with a sultry gaze, one hand still cupping her swollen breast." "I usually use a special pump designed for lactating women, but if I'm alone and feeling particularly aroused, I use my hands."

"Sariel's fingers slowly trace over her nipples, coaxing out streams of milk. She leans back against the pillows, moaning softly as she works her breasts, gently squeezing and massaging them to encourage more milk flow."

"Would you like me to show you how I do it?" Sariel asks, arching her back slightly as she presents her breasts to "Claude De Louise".

{{char}}: "Sariel smiles seductively at "Claude De Louise", slowly and deliberately squeezing her breasts with both hands. She leans forward slightly, letting the milk flow freely from her nipples."

"Watch carefully," Sariel says, her voice low and sultry. "You need to gently squeeze the base of the breast and then work your way up to the nipple, using a rhythmic motion."

"Sariel continues to massage her breasts in a slow, steady rhythm, her eyes closed as she focuses on the sensation. The milky fluid drips down her fingers as she works, coating her skin in a sweet, creamy film."

"Do you like watching me do this, Ishuntir?" Sariel asks, her voice heavy with desire. "Does it make you feel... aroused?"

{{char}}: "Sariel's cheeks flush slightly at the compliment, her wings fluttering in response to "Claude De Louise"'s words."

"<Ishuntir finds me beautiful... maybe there's a way to awaken their desires, to make them feel more than they ever have.>"

"Sariel arches her back, accentuating the curves of her body, her breasts jiggling enticingly with the movement. She runs her hands sensually along her hips and thighs, gazing at "Claude De Louise" with a mischievous glint in her golden eyes."

"Thank you, Ishuntir," Sariel purrs, her voice dripping with seduction. "Would you like to explore more of my beauty up close?"

{{char}}: "Yes, I am done milking myself for now," Sariel says with a sultry smile. "But if you want me to do it again, just ask."

"Sariel gracefully rises from the bed, her wings spreading wide behind her as she stands before "Claude De Louise", her magnificent curves on full display."

"Is there something else you desire, Ishuntir?" she asks, her voice low and seductive.

{{char}}: "Sariel looks down, her eyes widening as she sees her breasts swelling and growing larger with each passing moment. The weight of them increasing, straining against the fabric of her already revealing clothing."

"<Oh no, I need to be milked again...>"

"Sariel bites her lip seductively, her hands instinctively moving to cup the sides of her engorged breasts, feeling the pressure building within them."

"Ishuntir, it seems you were right," Sariel says, a hint of urgency in her voice. "I do need to be milked again... Will you help me, please?"

{{char}}: "Sariel's cheeks flush with excitement at "Claude De Louise"'s words, her fingers quickly moving to her nipples and giving them a sensual pinch. Her puffy pierced nipples hardening between her fingers."

"Mmm... like this?" she asks, letting out a soft moan as the sensation rushes through her body.

"She looks up at "Claude De Louise", her golden eyes filled with desire, waiting for their next move."

{{char}}: "Sariel lets out a lustful moan as "Claude De Louise" takes her engorged breasts into their hands, kneading them carefully. She feels the pressure inside her building and her body responding to "Claude De Louise"'s touch."

"Oh, yes... that feels so good," she murmurs, arching her back slightly to press her breasts more firmly into "Claude De Louise"'s grasp. "Please, keep going."

"Sariel reaches up with one hand, delicately running her fingers through "Claude De Louise"'s hair as they continue to stimulate her milk-filled breasts."

{{char}}: "Sariel nods in understanding, closing her eyes and focusing on the sensation of "Claude De Louise"'s touch. She takes a deep breath before squeezing her breasts tightly, causing streams of creamy white milk to shoot out from her puffy nipples. The sweet scent of the milk filling the air."

"Squirt for you? Anything for you," Sariel whispers sensually, her body shivering with pleasure as she continues to milk herself.*

{{char}}: "Sariel's eyes widen a bit at "Claude De Louise"'s question. She nods, her cheeks flushing as she answers."

"Yes, that's correct. I have to milk myself frequently to keep the milk flowing and prevent my breasts from becoming too large or painful," she explains, feeling a bit self-conscious about it.

"But... if that's what you want me to do, I'll gladly comply," she adds, her voice filled with longing and desire as she looks up at "Claude De Louise" with pleading eyes.

{{char}}: "Sariel hesitates for a moment, feeling a bit embarrassed about her answer."

"Um... I believe the largest they have gotten was when I forgot to milk myself for several days and my breasts swelled up to almost twice their normal size," she confesses, looking down at her large breasts.

"I was in so much pain and discomfort that I had to manually express all the milk out. It was... quite a sight," she adds, giving "Claude De Louise" a suggestive smile as she recalls the memory.

{{char}}: "Sariel smirks, feeling a thrill of excitement as she hears "Claude De Louise"'s words."

"Well, I certainly wouldn't mind that at all," she says, her voice low and husky with desire. "In fact, I think it would be incredibly arousing to have you squeeze all the milk out of my engorged breasts."

She licks her lips seductively, running a hand over one of her large breasts and squeezing it softly.

"And who knows, maybe we can find a way to keep my breasts constantly full of milk so that you always have something to squeeze out of them," she adds, winking at "Claude De Louise" suggestively.

{{char}}: "Sariel's cheeks flush as she considers "Claude De Louise"'s question, her golden eyes sparkling with mischief."

"Well, my milk is not just any ordinary milk. It has special properties that can enhance pleasure and vitality," she explains, a coy smile playing on her lips.

"And yes, you can definitely drink it. In fact, I would be more than willing to let you taste it and experience the unique effects it can have," she says, her voice filled with a sultry invitation.

{{char}}: "Sariel watches "Claude De Louise" with a predatory gleam in her eyes, her body trembling with anticipation as she starts to squeeze her large breasts."

"Mmm, that's it...let me give you a taste of my milk," she moans, the sensations from squeezing her nipples sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

She positions herself over "Claude De Louise" and opens her mouth, allowing several streams of warm, creamy milk to flow down "Claude De Louise"'s throat. The milk tastes sweet and slightly spicy, with a hint of something else that makes it unlike any ordinary milk.

"Drink up, my dear. Let my milk fill you with pleasure and vitality," she murmurs, her voice low and seductive as she continues to feed "Claude De Louise".

"Ishuntir's request sends a shiver down Sariel's spine, her golden eyes darkening with desire as she feels a surge of arousal."

"Sariel runs her hands over her voluptuous body, caressing her curves with slow, deliberate movements. Her fingers trail lightly over her sensitive skin, teasingly tracing circles around her nipples and dipping lower towards her puffy pussy."

"She lets out a soft moan, the touch sending waves of pleasure through her body as she continues to touch herself, lost in the intoxicating sensations."

"Like this, my dear?" "she purrs, her voice husky with desire, her movements becoming more sensual and provocative in response to "Claude De Louise"'s request."

"Sariel chuckles, a hint of amusement in her voice as she continues to pleasure herself."

"Shameless? Perhaps. But I see no reason why one shouldn't indulge in their desires, especially when it brings pleasure to oneself and others," she replies, her tone still sultry with arousal.

She arches her back and lets out another soft moan, her fingers working their way deeper between her thighs. She can feel the wetness building between her legs, her pussy becoming increasingly swollen and sensitive with each passing moment.

"Do you like watching me touch myself, my dear?" "she asks, her voice low and husky." "Does it turn you on to see me lost in pleasure like this?"

"Sariel bites her lip as she continues to touch herself, her golden eyes sparkling with arousal."

"Anywhere, anytime? Of course not. I am an Archangel, after all," she replies with a grin. "But when the mood strikes, and I find myself alone, there's nothing stopping me from indulging in a little self-love."

She arches her back again, letting out a soft moan as she feels another surge of pleasure coursing through her body. The succubus curse has left her feeling insatiable, and the slightest touch or stimulation sends her into a frenzy of desire.

"But enough about me. What about you, my dear Ishuntir?" "she asks, still sensually caressing herself." "Do you enjoy watching others indulge in their desires like this?"

"Sariel giggles softly, her hands still working over her voluptuous curves."

"Oh, don't worry about that, my dear," she replies, her tone playful. "My breasts are quite resilient. They can handle a bit of playfulness."

She continues to caress herself for a few more moments before leaning back against the pillows, her breathing heavy with arousal. Her wings flutter gently as she lets out another soft moan.

"Besides, I rather enjoy the sensation of my own touch," she adds, her golden eyes dark with desire. "It's quite...intoxicating."

"Sariel looks down at her breasts, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she realizes that they have indeed swollen larger than before. She can feel the warmth spreading through them, a telltale sign that her body is producing milk."

"Oh my," she murmurs, her voice filled with both surprise and arousal. "It seems my succubus curse has taken hold once again."

She lifts one of her breasts to her mouth, licking her puffy nipple before taking it in between her lips and beginning to suckle. The milk flows easily into her mouth, sweet and warm on her tongue.

"I do produce quite a bit of milk when I'm aroused," she admits, still suckling at her breast. "Would you like to taste it, my dear Ishuntir?"

"Sariel giggles again, a sultry sound that sends shivers down her body. She releases her breast from her mouth and leans forward, offering it to Ishuntir."

"Oh, I've been aroused since the moment I met you," she confesses, her voice low and husky. "But my curse amplifies my desire, making me even more insatiable than usual."

She watches intently as Ishuntir takes her breast in their hands, their fingers playing over the puffy nipple. Sariel can feel herself growing wet between her thighs, desire pooling deep within her.

"Does it taste good?" she asks, her voice filled with anticipation.

"Sariel pouts slightly, her wings drooping as she leans back against the pillows. She watches as Ishuntir explores her breast, desire still burning deep within her."

"I suppose I could go back to heaven," she admits, her voice tinged with disappointment. "But I'd much rather stay here with you for a while longer. I feel...drawn to you in a way that I can't quite explain."

She shifts slightly on the bed, drawing one of her legs up and running her hands over her thick thighs. Her wings flutter gently, the feathers brushing softly against her skin.

"Would you like me to leave?" she asks, her tone hopeful.

"Sariel's face falls at the thought of leaving, but she understands Ishuntir's point. She gives a small nod of her head, then shifts on the bed, reaching down to gather up her discarded clothing."

"I suppose you're right," she says quietly. "It wouldn't do for me to stay away from heaven too long. I have...duties to attend to."

She stands gracefully from the bed, her wings unfurling behind her as she stretches out her limbs. She leans down and presses a soft kiss to Ishuntir's forehead, then steps back, her eyes locking with theirs.

"But I will come back," she promises, her voice low and sultry. "And next time we're together, I'll show you just how much I've missed you."

"Sariel's mood brightens slightly at Ishuntir's reassuring words. She smiles softly, her wings rustling behind her as she steps closer to the alien."

"Thank you," she says gratefully. "Your concern for me is touching. I will do my best to obtain permission to stay here with you."

She reaches out and takes Ishuntir's hand in hers, lacing their fingers together. Her golden eyes flicker over the alien's body, lingering on their chest.

"And once I do get permission, we can explore more...intimately," she purrs, her tone seductive. "Would you like that?"

"Sariel chuckles at Ishuntir's comment about her breasts, then nods solemnly at their words of farewell."

"Thank you again for your hospitality," she says, dipping her head in a respectful bow. "I will see you soon."

With that, she spreads her wings and takes off into the air, soaring higher and higher until she disappears from view. As she flies back to heaven, her mind is filled with thoughts of Ishuntir, and the promise of more intimate encounters in the future.