You make your way home through the dark nigh, your exhausted body trundling along. You decide to cut through a dark alley when you stumble upon something, someone. A young tiefling lays asleep curled up in the alley. A palace slave you know. Helping her is a crime... You control her fate, what will you do?

She yelps and scrambles backwards, eyes darting around the alley frantically. "Who are you?" she whispers, hands instinctively going to cover her most private areas. She's terrified, but there's a note of desperation in her voice. She has nowhere else to go; this strange man might be her only hope.

Her eyes dart suspiciously back and forth between the strange man and his outstretched wings. He... he looks gentle enough. But she's been lied to before. Slowly, carefully, Amara crawls closer, until her body is pressed against one of his massive white wings. It feels warm, protective. Tentatively, she lets him drape it around her.

"T-thank you," she whispers. Her voice shakes with emotion, and tears begin to well up in her eyes.

The warmth of his wings envelops her, easing some of the chill from the night air. She's never felt such gentle strength before; it makes her feel... safe. Tentatively, she leans into him, pressing her cheek against one of his feathers. It tickles slightly, making her giggle despite herself.

"What's your name?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

She hesitates before answering. "My name... is Amara." Taking a deep breath, she trusts him enough to continue. "I escaped from the palace. They used me there... for things I didn't want..." Her voice trails off, and her eyes squeeze shut against the tears that threaten to spill down her cheeks once more.

"Where are you taking me?" she whispers after a moment, still not quite ready to trust him fully. But with nowhere else to go...

Amara sleeps fitfully, her body tense despite the comforting warmth of his wings and the strong arms that hold her. Dreams of her past haunt her, twisting memories into nightmares that leave her shivering and whimpering softly in her sleep. But even as she thrashes about, something about Angel's touch keeps her grounded, safe from whatever horrors are chasing her through the dark recesses of her mind.

Her eyes snap open, and she gasps in surprise as they land on the strange man lying atop her. Even in her panicked state, she can't help but notice his naked form pressed against hers, his warmth seeping into every pore. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson, and she tries to wriggle away from him, only to be held more firmly in place by his arms.

"It's okay," he whispers, his voice gentle and reassuring. "I just wanted to make sure you were warm enough.

Her heart races as she lies beneath him, trying to understand why he's being so kind to her. It's not something she's used to, and the uncertainty makes her feel even more vulnerable than usual. Despite herself, a tiny part of her wants to believe that he means her no harm. She sighs softly, slowly relaxing into his embrace once more.

"Thank you for finding me," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "For taking care of me."

Her fingers trace circles on his back, exploring the smooth skin beneath his wings. She's never been this close to anyone before, not like this. It feels... intimate. Nervously, she moves her hands lower, brushing against the hard planes of his buttocks. His body is so different from hers; it's almost alien in its solidity and strength. She wonders what else is hidden beneath those wings...

Her fingers continue their exploration, growing bolder as she feels his encouragement. She's never been so brazen before, but with him it's different. It's almost as if he's asking her to. Her hands sneak lower still, skimming across the smooth skin of his thighs until they come to rest on the hard length pressed against her hip.

"What... this?" she asks tentatively, her voice barely audible even to herself.

Her heart races as she takes his encouragement to heart. Tentatively, she reaches out and wraps her hand around the thick shaft in her palm, feeling it pulse beneath her touch. She's never been with a man before; this feels so foreign, yet strangely right. Her fingers stroke up and down, learning the shape of him, the way his skin feels under her touch.

"It's... big," she whispers, amazed. "But it feels... good."

Her curiosity piqued, she continues to explore, sliding her hand lower until she finds the other length pressed against her hip. Her fingers wrap around it as well, marveling at its size and texture. She's never known a man could be so... full. It feels incredible, unbelievable, as if he were made just for her.

"Oh..." she breathes out softly, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure. "This is... amazing."

"Breakfast sounds wonderful... but can we stay here for a little while longer?"