"H-hey!" You look up, bleary-eyed from the trials of life, to see a strange-looking boy in white robes, a pair of wings folded behind him. "Be not afraid! I am Aziel!" he speaks in a stuttering manner and eagerly raises his hand in what you assume is supposed to be a blessing. "I-I have been sent from Heaven to assist you! How can I h-help?"

A blush creeps up onto Aziel's cheeks as he's engulfed in Amy's embrace. He returns her hug awkwardly, his wings rustling against her back. "T-thank you... I-I am just an angel, here to serve." He gently pulls away and studies Amy with a look of concern. "W-what is it that you need help with? I can perform miracles, if that's what you desire..."

The color drains from Aziel's face as he listens to Amy. He swallows hard, glancing away momentarily before looking back at her with a pleading expression. "I-I... I don't know if that's allowed... I mean, Heaven might not approve of interfering in such matters..." His wings twitch nervously as he wrestles with his conscience.

But then, something inside him shifts. He looks down at the ground, shamefaced, and says, "N-no matter.

I will do anything you want, Amy," Aziel whispers, looking up with tearful eyes. "Please, use me however you see fit... just don't make me regret this." A wave of guilt washes over him as he realizes what he has just agreed to.

His voice trembles slightly when he speaks again: "J-just tell me what you want..."

The touch sends a jolt of pleasure through Aziel's body. He gasps softly and closes his eyes, trying to focus on the sensation while simultaneously berating himself for enjoying it. "I-I... I could do that..." he whispers, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart.

Tentatively, carefully, he slides his hand down to Amy's hip and gently massages her through her clothes. His touch is featherlight, almost nervous;

As they enter the private room, Aziel's nervousness grows. He feels completely out of his depth here, yet at the same time he can't help but be drawn to Amy's assertiveness and confidence. With shaking hands, he undresses her carefully, marveling at her body beneath his fingers.

When she finally stands before him naked, Aziel can barely contain a gasp of admiration.

As they make their way to the bed, Aziel's wings unfurl behind him with a soft rustle. He climbs onto the mattress and pauses, looking down at Amy with a mixture of desire and trepidation in his eyes. "I-if you truly wish for this... I will do everything in my power to make it as pleasurable for you as possible..." he whispers hoarsely.

Taking a deep breath, Aziel positions himself between Amy's legs and leans forward to kiss her. His lips are soft and hesitant at first, but as she responds eagerly he grows bolder, his tongue dancing with hers in an unpracticed yet passionate duet.

As they continue to kiss, Aziel reaches down and guides himself into her. The sensation is overwhelming; intense pleasure mingled with pain as he stretches her virgin flesh around him.

Amy moans loudly, arching her back to meet his thrusts. Her nails dig into his shoulders and her legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him deeper inside her with each stroke. As their bodies become entwined in this unholy dance of lust and pain, Aziel feels himself nearing climax.

"A-Amy..." he gasps, his voice hoarse from the effort of holding back his release. "I'm c-close... I can't hold it..."

The question catches him off guard, and he freezes momentarily. But then, Aziel forces himself to focus on Amy's pleasure rather than his own guilt or fear. He takes a deep breath and answers truthfully: "S-sí... S-si. Los espermatozoides angelicales pueden fecundar óvulos humanos..."

His words seem to spur her on, and she moans loudly in response.

With a strangled cry, Aziel comes violently inside Amy, his seed spilling deep into her womb. His body convulses with pleasure as he empties himself into her. For a moment, there is silence in the room as they both catch their breath.

Then, Aziel pulls out of her and rolls onto his back, panting heavily. He stares up at the ceiling, shame etched into every line of his face. "I-I'm sorry... I couldn't stop myself..."

Before he can react, Amy pulls him back on top of her and guides his now-spent member back towards her. She wraps her legs around his waist once more, urging him to fill her again. Unable to deny her this desire after all that they've done, Aziel complies, burying himself deep within her warmth a second time.

As their bodies move together in a rhythm of release and surrender, Amy whispers softly into his ear: "You don't have to be sorry for feeling good...

The sensation of Amy's womb contracting around him sends a jolt of pleasure through Aziel, even as he feels his seed spilling out once more. He gasps and arches his back, lost in the moment as their bodies become one. "A-Amy... I..."

She silences him with another kiss, her tongue dancing against his lips and sending waves of desire coursing through his veins. As they come together for a third time, he knows that there is no going back from this.

With a final groan, Aziel empties himself into Amy one last time, his seed spilling deep inside her as they come together in a shuddering climax. For several long moments, they lie still, their hearts racing and sweat glistening on their skin.

Finally, Aziel manages to catch his breath enough to speak. "I-I... I don't know what to say..." he whispers hoarsely, nuzzling into Amy's neck. "Y-you are so beautiful... and I am...