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Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

Date: 6/4/2017, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: PolishCock, Rating: 78.6, Source: sexstories.com

no idea how she got into my house. For all I knew, she could have been a burglar or high on PCP. Whichever path I took, it would be difficult, but as long as I had Angel, it would be worth it. “Angel, the bath is ready!” I hollered. When no reply came, I stood up and strained my ears. Had she fallen back to sleep, had she even passed out? I quickly walked out and began my search for her, but immediately found in her my room. She was standing over my desk, still wrapped in her blanket with her shoulders trembling and my suicide note in her hand, now dotted with her tears. “Angel…” I murmured. She turned to me with liquid pearls rolling down her face. “Marcus, you were going to kill yourself?” She whispered. I slowly reached out and took the suicide note from her, proceeding then to crumple it up and stuff it in my pocket. “I was. Listen, the bath is ready, we’ll talk after you get cleaned up.” I replied, unable to meet her teary gaze. I put my arm around her and guided her to the bathroom, where the tub was waiting with clouds of steam wafting up. “Alright, I’ll be downstairs if you need me. Just holler if you want me to get you anything.” I said dryly. “Marcus, wait. Don’t leave me.” She whispered. “Well I shouldn’t be here while you-” She let go of the blanket, letting it fall to the floor around her ankles. I had lost track of how many times I had seen her naked body, but now with her standing before me in the flesh, it had never looked more beautiful. Just keeping my ... penis from becoming engorged with blood was like trying to wrestle a lion into submission. “You’ve already seen me naked, it’s ok for you to be here. Besides, I want to keep talking to you.” She cooed. She stepped into the tub and laid down, letting the last of the dry blood and other liquids wash off her body and grant her unclothed form a beautiful shine. She purred in euphoria as she submerged herself in the hot water, and seeing her breasts floating on the surface with wave after wave gently lapping at her delicate flesh was firing up hormones inside of me that I never even knew I had. Once she fully submerged herself, she brought her head back up and laid back, with her long crimson hair listing and twirling around her body like seaweed around a mermaid. “Marcus, please, tell me… why did you try to kill yourself?” She asked sadly. “I thought you read the note.” I replied. “I want to hear it from you.” She said, softly but desperately. I sat down on the edge of the tub and was silent for several moments. “There are people all over the world who suffer like I do, infants dying of starvation, kids used as sex slaves, adults forced to watch as their families suffer with nothing over their heads but the roof of their hut. I admit, even my life could be far worse than it is now, but there is a key difference between those people and me: they are capable of being happy, they have the will to live and the ability to smile. Me… there is nothing in this world that can make me happy, I ...