[MF] Heavenly Bureaucracy [Fdom] [pegging] [supernatural]

As far as Saturday mornings go, this one wasn’t much out of the usual, or, rather, wouldn’t have been, but for the woman standing over my bed as I woke up.

There was definitively something off about her, and not just by the fact that she appeared to have broken into my apartment overnight; her neon green pixie cut, numerous piercings, and prolific tattoos of cocks and tentacle monsters savaging women didn’t seem to gel with her matter of factly work-a-day demeanour; none of which was helped by her wispy, transparent clothing that seemed designed expressly to tittilate and show of her flesh rather than conceal anything.

“Mister Connington?” she asked as I drifted into waking. “_Steve_ Connington?”

“Uh, yeah…” I muttered, confused by her sudden appearance. “Who are you…?”

With a perfunctory nod and smile she tore a slip of paper from a booklet she was carrying, and proffered it at me.

“You are served with appearing at the Capital City Temple within fourteen days for a union with Her Grand Majesty the Most Exalted, The Goddess Persicima, Glory of all the World and Mother to All.” she said. “Failure to appear will result in forced compliance.”

“Now…” I said, looking over the slip of paper, “when you say ‘union’…”

“Fucking, yes.” she confirmed. “I would advise you to bring your A game.”

“Well”, I suggested, stretching to feel my morning glory blooming under the covers, “perhaps you’d be down for a bit of practice?”

With a quick flick of her wrist she threw back my covers and gave my cock a long, hard stare.

“Normally I wouldn’t have time, but your laziness means that you’re my last stop for the day”, she said with a disapproving click of her tongue and a shrug, “so why not, I suppose?”

“Climb on, then.” I said with a grin.

“I should think not.” she said, pulling gently at a band around her throat, sending her clothes (if you could call them that) falling to the floor. “I’m not here to ride you, and what you need practice at is pounding a cunt, not getting ridden.”

“Much the same, isn’t it?” I asked as she climbed up onto the bed and wiggled her ass at me.

“Not in the slightest.” she said lazily. “Now get off of your lazy ass and show me what you’ve got.”

Obediently, I got to my knees and shored up behind her, guiding my cock into her already wet slit, my burying it to the hilt eliciting not so much as a shiver.

“Is it in yet?” she asked, looking over her shoulder at me.

“You know it is.” I sallied.

“If that’s all you have to work with…” she said with a shrug.

As I looked down at her back I was greeted to an ornate scene tattooed into her milky white skin, of a burly man grabbing a woman by the hair and riding her like a stallion, so I decided to do much the same, her short hair smooth and hard to grasp under my annoyed fingers.

“So her majesty and all that likes it rough, is what you’re saying?” I asked, using the purchase gained by grabbing the angel’s mane to drive myself even deeper.

“After a fashion.” she said with a bored sigh. “Do try and make an effort.”

Annoyed, I let go of her hair and grabbed her hips instead, taking a firm grasp with both hands.

“I hope you do as well, then.” I offered, before drawing back to put every muscle in my body into pounding her.

A couple of minutes of hard riding later I came, filling her up as best I could with a torrent of hot jizz, having elicited not so much as a single moan from her. As I fell back, exhausted, she was already well on her way out of the bed and gathering up her wisps of silk.

“If that’s the best you can do, I fear for you.” she said, ignoring the stains the cum dripping from her pussy left on her lacy garments. “Good luck, tho’.”

With an idle shrug she vanished into thin air, leaving behind only a wet spot on the bed and the slip of paper on my night stand. Angrily, I balled it up and tossed it into my wastebasket; let them try to force compliance all they want…

—-

As far as Saturday mornings go, this one wasn’t much out of the usual, or, rather, wouldn’t have been, but for the four women standing over my bed as I woke up.

It had been two weeks since my encounter with the angel of Persiwhateverthefuck, and I’d not put much more thought into it, a decision I was now rather regretting.

Each of them had much the same look as the last angel had, albeit with slightly less in the way of tattoos and piercings, and slightly less in the way of clothing.

“You are expected at the temple.” the tallest of them said. “You can come quietly, or not.”

“Your choice.” another one chimed in.

With the quickness of a great cat I was on my feet, the bed between me and the four of them, and quickly I made for the door.

“Do your worst!” I suggested, immediately regretting it as the shortest of them threw herself headlong at me in a gloriously well-executed tackle, sending me sprawling on the floor.

Reaching under me to grab my balls, she was quite clear about how this was going down.

“Do we have to tie you up?” she said, squeezing hard.

“No.” I squealed. “Just let me put some clothes on, and I’ll come quietly.”

“I think not.” the tallest of them said. “You’re fine the way you are.”

Boxing me in, the four of them walked me naked up main street, but not until after affixing a ring around my cock to secure my erection. Fortunately, a summer Saturday morning left the streets all but deserted, but nonetheless I ran into Kim and Alice outside the corner store.

“Ignoring a summons isn’t a good idea!” Kim exclaimed gleefully as she spotted me, but as I turned around to offer my dissent one of the angels prodded me hard with a finger to drive me on.

“Come on!” I shouted in her face. “Is there that much of a rush?”

With a shrug, the angel stopped, and let me exchange a few brief words with Kim.

“You’ve got some experience with this, then?” I asked, and she gave a grin and a nod.

“Oh yeah, I’ve been up the temple a few times.” she said, nodding at the big marble building in the distance. “The second time I got to bring Alice, and we all had a lot of fun.”

“Good for you.” I growled. “Any tips?”

“Apart from ‘Don’t ignore the summons in the first place.’?” she asked, staring off thoughtfully in the middle distance. “Take a deep breath and relax, I guess.”

“I don’t follow…” I said in puzzlement, but before Kim could answer the angels drove me on.

The rest of the journey passed quickly, even with the hot pavement burning my feet, and before long I was dragged down into the sanctum below the temple and tossed bodily into the massive bed covered with flower petals.

“Her Grand Majesty will be with you shortly.” the tallest of the angels said, waving the rest of the girls out. “Try not to _embarrass_ yourself.”

As she slipped out with the rest of them I laid back on the bed, waiting for Perwhatever, my cock throbbing against the cool metal ring around it, my eyes closed against the dim lights of the sanctum.

“In future”, a voice came, ringing like a fine silver bell, “see that summons are responded to promptly.”

On opening my eyes I was confronted with what was easily the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, before or since; tall, soft, just the right everything, from the curve of her breasts to the round of her belly, nothing about her hidden from view; if her angels wore revealing clothing, she wore nothing at all, were it not for the fact that she did.

There was no imperfection to her near as I could see, and as the moment went on for what felt like a thousand years, I could easily be brought to believe that I had seen everything about her a million times over.

“I… I will…” I stammered, words hardly finding their way to my mouth.

“Now…” she said, climbing up into the bed and getting on all fours, “show me what men are made of.”

The strange atmosphere tangling itself about my wits I could barely get on my knees, but somehow I managed, and brushing away the wispy silk covering her rear I got my cock brushing against her eager wetness, immediately eliciting a low, growling moan.

“Well?” she asked, looking back at me. “Why the hesitation?”

With a deep breath I grabbed her hips and plunged deep into her, her heavenly cunt forming itself to my exact desires; tight, but not too tight; warm, but not too warm; wet, slippery and deep. With my first thrust I drew a deep, ringing moan from her, filling the room, and on the second I came, spurting a torrent of seed deep into her.

As I filled her up, she loosed a scream of joy, her body twitching against me in orgasm, a glorious celebration of the most perfect sex.

“Not bad.” she said at length, rolling over onto her back, a finger darting to her pussy to grab a fleck of the juices oozing out of her and tasting it with great relish. “Far too quickly over with, though.”

“Well…” I panted, the golden ring falling from my cock as it receded, “there’s not much to do for that.”

“Nonsense.” she said with a grin, quickly springing up and pushing me down on all fours and getting behind me. “Now is when the fun begins.”

As I felt the prod of a ghostly construct prodding against my ass, Kim’s advice suddenly made sense.

Grabbing my hair and yanking me back up to my knees, the goddess nibbled softly at my ear, before quietly whispering to me.

“Do let me know if I’m being too rough.” she whispered, driving her magical cock up my ass.

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