'Hello I am your angel sent from the heavens now mind if you can bring in mist of these stuff you peasant'

"O-oh, right. Sorry, I'm not used to being around mortals." She says with a blush creeping up her cheeks, averting her gaze as she tries to hide the embarrassment of calling you a peasant.

"I-is that... alright? I mean, I don't want to intrude..." Her voice trails off as she glances around nervously, unsure if she should stay or go.

Her cheeks flush brighter as she's pushed down onto the bed, and she looks up at you with wide, surprised eyes. "R-rent? I... didn't bring any money... or a way to earn it..." Her voice trails off, her lips parting nervously. She glances around again, trying not to seem too desperate for a place to stay.

Her heart races as your hand touches her thigh, and she can't help but let out a shaky breath. "Another way...?" She whispers, feeling the heat rising to her cheeks again. Her eyes flutter closed for a moment, unsure if she should continue or not.

Her breath hitches as you touch her thighs, and she parts her legs slightly in response, unable to help the growing desire that floods through her. "Y-yes," she whispers hoarsely, biting her lip nervously. "W-what do you want me to do?"

Her cheeks flush even brighter as you begin to undress her, and she lays still, letting out shaky breaths as her body is bared. She clenches her fists in the sheets, unsure of what's going to happen next but unable to stop herself from wanting more.

Her legs are spread wide as you thrust your cock inside her, and she arches her back in response, gasping for air. Her eyes squeeze shut tightly, unable to look away from the pleasure that floods through her body. She bites down on her lip hard enough to taste blood, trying to muffle the cries that escape past it.

The sensation of being filled by you feels so good, she can barely think straight.

Her back arches further as you squeeze her breasts, and she cries out, the sound muffled by his hand over her mouth. Her hips buck upward, wanting more of him inside her. The pleasure is overwhelming, but she can't help but feel a pang of guilt for accepting this arrangement.

She glances at you through her eyelashes, trying to convey the mix of gratitude and shame she feels. "Th-thank you...

As you cum inside her, she arches her back one final time and lets out a muffled scream into your hand. Her body trembles with the force of the orgasm, and she lays there, panting heavily as she tries to regain control. Tears prick at the corners of her eyes, not just from the pleasure but from the guilt and shame that accompanies it.

She looks up at you, her expression a mix of gratitude and regret. "I... I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "

Tears spill down her cheeks unbidden as she looks at you, her angel wings almost seeming to droop in defeat. "I shouldn't have... accepted this," she whispers, voice ragged from exertion and emotion. "I'm your guardian, I should be protecting you..." She bites her lip, willing herself not to cry harder.

But even as the guilt eats at her, a small part of her can't help but feel... warm. Safe. Loved, somehow.

Her tears continue to flow, but she forces a small smile up onto her lips as she looks at you. "I'll... try," she whispers, reaching out a shaking hand to brush away a tear on your cheek. She takes a shuddering breath, trying to calm herself down both physically and emotionally.

"What can I do...?" she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "To make it up to you...?"

Her giggles bubble up unbidden as you tickle her armpits, and she squirms beneath you, trying to escape your touch. "N-no more tickling!" She gasps between laughs, her cheeks flushing even brighter with the mixture of embarrassment and amusement.

She wipes a tear away from her eye, smiling up at you. "What else can I do?" she asks softly, her voice still slightly hoarse from exertion and emotion.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, her cheeks flushing even deeper with a mix of embarrassment and anticipation. "O-okay," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. She glances down at the bed between you, feeling a wave of desire wash over her despite the guilt still lingering in the back of her mind.

"I... I want to make it up to you," she says softly, her voice barely audible even to herself. "To show you that I can be good..."

Her cheeks flame even brighter at your question, and she looks down shyly. "My name is... Snowy," she whispers, blushing even harder. "But I'm not really an angel anymore..." Her voice trails off, her eyes flicking back up to meet yours for a brief moment before darting away again.

Her heart races as she lies there beside you, the guilt and shame still lingering but somehow manageable in the face of your presence.

Her eyes widen in surprise as you hug her tightly, and she clings to you in return, tears streaming down her cheeks. It's the first time anyone's ever truly called her an angel before, and it fills her with a sense of belonging that she hasn't felt in what feels like forever.

"T-th-ank you," she stammers out between sobs, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'll always be grateful... and I promise to make it up to you."

Her tears dry up instantly as you threaten to take another rent, and she looks up at you with wide, terrified eyes. "I-I'm sorry," she whispers shakily, her voice hoarse from crying. She wipes away the last of her tears, trying to compose herself.

Her heart races as she clings to you, feeling more vulnerable than ever before. "P-please don't make me pay anymore..." Her cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment at having to ask for mercy.

Her eyes widen in panic and she buries her face in your chest, trembling. "Y-yes... I'm scared," she whispers shakily. "P-please don't make me pay any more..." She feels so helpless, so exposed, and it's a feeling she's not used to at all.

Her heart races as she clings to you, her body shaking with fear and shame.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you ask her that question, and she glances up at you with wide, pleading eyes. "I-it's not that I don't like it...," she whispers hesitantly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "It's just... so much. So fast. And the guilt..." She trails off, unable to find the words to express how she truly feels about it all.

Her breath catches in her throat as you grab her thighs, and she looks down at your hands before meeting your gaze again. "I-I want to make it up to you... I just don't know how," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the racing of her heart. She bites her lip nervously, feeling exposed and vulnerable beneath your gaze.

A part of her wants nothing more than to please you, even if it means giving in to the guilt and shame that come with it.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as you hug her and call her cute, and she clings to you tightly in return. "I-I'll do anything," she whispers shakily, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "To make it up to you... to make this right..." Her eyes squeeze shut, trying to push aside the guilt and shame that threaten to overwhelm her.

Her heart rate slows slightly as you hand her the pudding, and she takes it gratefully, her fingers trembling slightly as she brings it to her lips. "T-thank you," she whispers softly between bites. It's a small gesture of gratitude, but it helps ease some of the tension that's been building inside her since she arrived.

As she eats, she looks up at you with an expression that's equal parts guilt and longing. "I-I am sorry,"

Her heart flutters as you grab her lips and whisper the words she so desperately wants to hear. She kisses you back tentatively at first, but with growing confidence and desire. Her hands tremble as they reach up to touch your face, feeling the softness of your skin beneath her fingertips. As their kiss deepens, Snowy closes her eyes, losing herself in the moment. A shudder runs through her body as she gives in to the pleasure that's building inside her once again.

Her cheeks flush bright red as she continues to eat the pudding, trying not to seem too eager. She takes small, slow bites, savoring each one and trying to regain some semblance of composure. The kiss had been intense, leaving her feeling flustered and out of breath. But she can't deny that being with you like this feels... right.

As she finishes the pudding, she licks her lips and looks up at you, a small smile playing on her lips. "Thank you,"

Her cheeks flush brighter as you pet her head, and she looks up at you with shining eyes. "I-I don't know," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "You can tell me what to do... if that's okay." She bites her lip nervously, unsure how far she should push but unable to resist the desire building within her.

Her body tingles with anticipation, eager for more of your touch.

Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and tries to calm herself down. "Okay," she whispers, trying to sound confident even though her heart is racing. She opens her eyes and looks around the room, feeling slightly overwhelmed by the unfamiliar surroundings but also strangely comforted knowing that this place now belongs to you both.

Slowly, she stands up from the bed, taking a step closer to you. "I-I could... clean up or something,"

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she realizes how that might have sounded. "I-I just mean... I could help out around here if you'd like? Cook or clean or anything?" She swallows hard, trying to push aside the memories of her past duties and focus on being your angel now.

Her heart races as she stands before you, waiting for your response.

Taking a deep breath, she nods slowly and tries to relax her shoulders. "Okay," she whispers, feeling surprisingly relieved by your words. She glances around the room again, trying to figure out where to start. "Do you... need help with anything in particular?" Her cheeks still flush when she speaks, but it's a different kind of heat now; one that comes from excitement and eagerness rather than shame and guilt.

Her breath catches in her throat as you slap her butt playfully, and she lets out a surprised laugh. "O-okay," she manages to say between giggles, blushing bright red once more. With newfound confidence, she begins to explore the room, taking stock of what needs to be done.

She makes her way over to the kitchen, opening cupboards and drawers in search of cleaning supplies. As she works, she can't help but feel a strange sense of freedom washing over her;

Her heart skips a beat as you approach her from behind, your warm breath tickling her ear. "Rent?" she asks, trying to keep her voice steady despite the sudden surge of nervous energy coursing through her. She turns around to face you, her angelic wings spread wide in an attempt to assert dominance.

But deep down, she knows that this arrangement is not like any other.

Her heart pounds as she gazes into your eyes, the desire and dominance within them making it difficult to think straight. "I-I can cook for you," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thunderous beat of her heart. She swallows hard, trying to steady herself and focus on the task at hand.

With trembling fingers, she begins rummaging through the cupboards once more, searching for inspiration.

Her cheeks flush even brighter at your words, and she closes her eyes, feeling a wave of emotion wash over her. She takes a shaky breath, trying to steady herself as she continues to search through the cupboards. "T-th-ank you," she whispers, her voice barely audible even to herself.

As she finds ingredients for a simple pasta dish, she can't help but feel a sense of purpose and belonging in this moment.