Perverts 'R' Us

The Angels' Song

By Danyealle ( M/F )

In all honesty, he couldn't remember when she first caught his eyes or the circumstances of what had happened that brought her to his attention. It seemed, at least to him, that she had always been there but that wasn't the case and he knew it. Humans had a very short lifespan when compared to him and his kind, barely a tick of the clock. As a rule, his race avoided contact with the human species. The reasoning behind it was a sound one; it caused chaos and confusion.

Elves always created a stir when they accidentally came into contact with humans but winged elves caused pandemonium. Because of their normal, elfish characteristics, such as breathtaking beauty that had an unworldly feel to it, their serene nature, perfect skin, etc., inevitably most humans that stumbled across one immediately jumped to the conclusion that they were an angel. While they didn't worry, or get upset by the mistake, they didn't like giving false hope or credence to a myth, something they really didn't want or like to do. But the alternative would be to reveal their presence to the human race, something none of them wanted to do. So they chose the lesser of the two evils and remained hidden, letting the myths continue on.

Growing up the way he did, son of one of the oldest elven families, Glorfindel knew better than most the dangers that came with a fixation on a human. Not only was there the risk of exposure but an obsession with one could lead, because of something that was in elven nature, to something so all-consuming that they would spend the rest of their lives either following the being or, after they die, longing for them, eventually wasting away because of the sadness. Indeed, Glorfindel had seen this happen to other elves, but despite that object lesson he found himself powerless to pull himself away from the girl.

Over the last couple of years he had watched her from afar, soaking in all the information about her he could about every aspect of her life. While she wasn't the striking beauty they way elven women were, she had an exotic allure all her own. The best way to describe her looks was ordinary, nothing special or all that striking. At 5'6", Syber had a thin build that leaned towards being willowy, and she had velvety-brown eyes and hair. Although her looks were average, she herself wasn't. It seemed as though she was always surrounded by a busy energy that radiated off her in all directions. She carried herself in such a way that she oozed a powerful sexuality that turned heads wherever she went. No, it wasn't one of those intentional things designed to tease but a natural, vibrant aura.

For the last two years he had been following her, forsaking all other things just to be near her. At first he had been able to keep things in perspective, understanding that they couldn't be together. Now however, he had a burning want and need for her that grew with each passing day. As she slept each night he would bed down in a makeshift campsite near the edge of the woods behind her house. Most nights he would just lay there and think about her, wondering why he felt so drawn. However, recently he began to dream and imagine what it would be like to actually be with her and share a life. Those dreams and fantasies fueled want and need for her all the more, making it harder to restrain himself. He had a tenuous grip on his self-control but as each day passed it was slowly slipping away. That, above all else, frightened him.

A week later, the inevitable happened. That night she had gone out on a date. When he saw her dressed to the nines, make-up on, and hair styled, his heart ached with longing for her. It was so powerful that it was almost a physical pain. As she readied herself for bed, the need and ache to be with her, even if it was just one time, grew so overwhelming that he snapped. Once she was in bed with the lights off he crept to the house. Grabbing the spare key from its hiding place, he let himself in. Slowly, he crept up the stairs then made his way to what he knew was her bedroom. Standing in the doorway, he looked at her, mouth dry and heart pounding a staccato beat in his chest.

She must have sensed something because she stirred around and looked at the door. Immediately, he eyes grew as big as saucers. Hurriedly sitting up, she stared at him, hands clasped over her mouth. After a couple minutes of just looked at him, trying to confirm to herself that this was real, she whispered, "An angel!"

Knowing the angelic label wasn't something bad, he didn't correct her. Instead he remained silent, smiling at her. Slowly, as not to alarm her any further, he crept over to the bed and sat down on the edge, staring into her eyes. This was the closest he'd ever been to her, and it was intoxicating. His finely tuned sense of smell was drinking in her scent, making it swirl around in his head like some kind of drug. Reaching out, he took one of her soft curls between his fingers and felt it. Letting it slip through his fingers, he leaned forward and kissed her tenderly.

There was no resistance from her, in fact it was the opposite; she leaned into it. Encouraged, he pressed onwards. Breaking off the kiss, he gently pushed her onto her back then quickly divested himself of his clothes. Sliding into bed, he positioned himself between her legs. Pushing the t-shirt that served as her nightgown up above her hips, he then grasped his throbbing member and rubbed it around a bit before guiding it to her entrance, slowly yet with a firm pressure.

Moaning loudly, she shivered under him but didn't move or pull away. Staring up into his hazel eyes, she was torn as to what to think. He sure did look like an angel. The wings were there, his skin had a soft, almost luminescent glow to it, and he was, far and away, the most beautiful being she had ever seen. Reaching up, she ran her fingers through his long, silvery blonde hair, feeling its soft texture against her fingertips.

As much as he wanted to tell her how much he wanted her and how he had been following her, waiting for this chance, he didn't. So he kept quiet as he slowly made love to her. Bending down, his lips found hers and they began kissing, roughly. Putting one of his hands on her inner thigh, he stroked it softly, gradually moving it downwards. Once it was touching the sparse, crinkly hairs in her pubic area his thumb found the little bud there and he began stroking it softly. Leaning over her body, resting himself on the elbow of her freehand, he began to softly suck and lick her tea-cup sized breasts. As he paid attention to her breasts he began thrusting harder into her, finger working faster on her clit as well.

Wrapping her arms around him, she moaned. His expert touch on her clit shot lightning bolts of pure erotic pleasure throughout her body, making her quiver and whimper softly. Pulling up her legs, she spread them apart further, making his work easier.

After giving each of her perky, hard nipples one last lick, he straightened up and began to thrust harder into her. He could feel her juices flowing more freely, making his cock slick and his finger wet. Panting heavily, his hips pistoned faster and he could feel his orgasm rising.

As he felt her clit starting to quiver and her moans reach a fevered squeal, he let himself go, groaning as his cum shot into her,

As much as he wanted to stay with her, he knew he couldn't. Nor did he want her to remember the encounter. Sliding up to the head of the bed, he pulled her into his lap and held her close. Softly, he began to sing one of the ancient elven tunes that had been passed down since time immemorial. While the effect of the song on elves caused a small bit of euphoria, with a bit of mellow contentment thrown in, and a peaceful feeling, the effect on humans was like that of a sleeping pill. Within minutes of starting she was soundly asleep in his arm. Carefully, he moved her onto the bed and covered her up. In the morning she probably wouldn't remember a thing, if she did it would seem more like a dream than something that really happened, another side effect of that song.

Quickly, he pulled on his clothes. Before leaving, he kissed her tenderly, muttering a few words of affection in her ear. He didn't know if he would be back or not, he really did need to move on and resume his old life, but at least he wouldn't have the regret of what-ifs forever plaguing him. After stepping through the bedroom door, he looked over his should at her sleeping form and smiled then vanished down the staircase.