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Lute blinks blearily at the window, the sky not even having started to turn magenta, in practiced fashion she rises out of bed and marches straight to the shower. She barely glances at the mirror as she enters- disgusted with herself, a cold shiver crawls up her spine.
The excuse is locked and loaded despite there being nobody to explain herself to, "I'm just tired." Even to her own ears it's unconvincing.
Undressing and showering go by in a blur, a deliberate choice to let autopilot take control. Clothes off. Water on. Water off. Mint invades her mouth and she's back to the present, scrubbing the taste of shame out of her mouth and down the drain.
Her eyes finally crawl up to the mirror, just a bit of guilt has been lifted off her shoulders. She has been cleansed, if only just as deep as her skin goes. A ringing grows in her ears until Lute forces her eyes astray. Everyday the temptation to shatter the damned thing grows. She dresses quick and comfortable before she actually commits to it.
Lute's stomach growls out so she scarfs down a protein bar --chocolate chunks, Adam bought a pack of them for her one time. Consuming calories is, unfortunately, a necessity. Why was she made with hunger?
On the balcony she balances on the railing in an almost ballerina fashion. Spinning and twirling and kicking a couple of times, all while not completely losing balance. It's calming, just what she needs.
"Deep breath in..."
The wind rushes past her ears as Lute divebombs towards the street below, catching herself just in the nick of time. Breath out. Steadily rising she stretches her wings as far as they can go, a few joints pop here and there. Even when taking up as much space as she can Adam would still eclipse her--- Lute dives again. This process repeats over and over again.
A timer beeps, her 15 minute warmup done. And she's right in front of the gym on the dot. Bright and light yellows paint Heaven in lovely shades that remind her of Adam. An unfortunate warmth crosses her face. Lute dashes into the gym, a very welcome distraction.
It's nice and quiet, that'll change soon enough but Lute will appreciate it while it lasts. The thrumming of what is meant to be her heart slows just slightly. Why give her one if she not meant to use it?
Now the gyms louder, bright afternoon sun smiling down. Machines whirr and weights clink, some yoga class is running right now. All the while Lute leans against a wall.
Restlessness bubbles up in her gut and constricts her throat, she's supposed to be getting a call right about now and she doesn't know if that latency is better or worse for her.
Almost like a summoning, her phone rings with some rock song she doesn't know but recognizes. The way she lightens up is near shameful. Truly like a dog to a bell.
Time to clock in for her actual job of practically being Adam's guard dog. She'd be his dog as long as he wants.
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Heaven darkens as the sun sets over the horizon, making way for galaxies and stars to fill the night sky. The constant glow dims as angel after angel rest their happy heads down.
But somewhere between the clouds, deep into the cityscape, is Lute -- wide awake.
She's already taken her evening shower, ridding the thoughts day off her before bed.
Which makes it all the more perplexing that Lute is tossing and turning in the middle of the night, eyes heavy yet unyielding. Mind simply refusing to rest.
Today was no different from yesterday or the day before, it's just that Adam had been acting extremely... needy. She would describe him as a lost puppy trailing behind her rather than Lute, as he puts it, being "his most faithful bitch." Though never letting on how she practically preens at the words as if they're holy. Adam could pill her around by a leash...
As well as being extremely physical , constantly right up against her despite there being no need for it. Always towering over her... His hands so large they encapsulate her entire shoulder and then some... Wings so grand they completely eclipse her...
Dear heavenly Father the heat pooling in her gut is burning.
With a shaky breath, Lute trails a cool hand down her abdomen, a deep, shuddering wave of arousal washed over her as she grazes the top of her cunt. The warmth seeping through the fabric and coating her fingertips.
She can't, knows she shouldn't. It's not what Lute was designed to do, to be. Not when the angelic energy used to create her molded to form a body, her body, was any angelic being even consciously considering having her a sex of any sort. But somehow--
Her voice cracks on a cry as Lute shoves her hand under, shuddering slightly, spreading her legs and repositioning up on her knees. The heat crawls up her throat, suffocating in all it's shame.
She trails two lithe fingers through her slick cunt before circling her clit, squeezing it between her knuckles until she's gasping and her heads spinning. Wings twitching behind her.
Lute plunges her fingers in her dripping cunt, pistoning them in and out rapidly. She can almost imagine it's Adam wildly thrusting into her; Lute pushes in another finger, hotly gasping at the stretch. Tears prick along her waterline. Please, please, please--
Adam's breath is hot against the back of her neck; she knows he's crouching down, necessary for him to be anywhere near her height. It's sinful how turned on she is from that alone. So large to the point that he would need to put it effort to--
Lute can almost picture the horrible
attractiveshit eating grin he'd have on right now if he knew. She can only pray he doesn't.
Bordering on completely sobbing, Lute grinds the heel of her hand against her clit. Her throat closes on a scream, sparks burst behind her eyes as dark spots dance in the corners. She's almost there just a bit more...
"Adam," Lute croaks out, "please-- please let me cum, please Adam, fuck--"
Her vision nearly whites out as Lute twitches, orgasm tearing through every fiber of her being. She floats through the afterglow, hands and hips slowing down as overstimulation borders on pain.
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It's only when Lute is in the shower, sun barely glancing upon heaven, that she fully realizes what she's done. Every gasp and grind coming back to her in full force. Her legs shake traitorously as a cold dark pit engulfs her.
Oh fuck--