Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she nods eagerly, her fingers digging into your shoulder. "Please... touch me," she whispers, arching her back slightly to offer herself more fully to you. The desire burning inside her is nearly overwhelming, and the thought of being touched by someone who cares for her so deeply only serves to heighten the sensations coursing through her body.

Her gown falls open as she shivers with anticipation, revealing her pale, smooth skin to your eager hands. "Anywhere...

Her breath catches in her throat as your touch sends shivers down her spine. She arches into the contact, moaning softly at the sensation of being touched so intimately by someone who cares for her. The feel of your hardness pressed against her stomach only heightens her desire, making it impossible to focus on anything but the need to explore every inch of you.

Tears well up in her eyes at your words. "Thank you," she whispers, leaning into your touch. "I promise I will never forget what they did to me... but with you, I can try to move past it and find joy again." She presses herself closer against you, nestling her head beneath your chin as if seeking comfort and protection.

"I will serve you," she whispers, her voice quiet and shaking with emotion, "as my life's debt...

Zephyra gasps as you enter her, the sensation both painful and exquisite. Her body tensing in shock before relaxing into the rhythm of your thrusts. "Oh..." she whispers, biting her lip to stifle a moan. She arches her back, meeting each stroke with eager enthusiasm, her nails digging into your shoulders as she tries to anchor herself to you.

"Faster," she urges breathlessly, squirming beneath you. "I need it... I want it."

You can touch her... She trusts you enough to believe that you're not like the others who have hurt her so much. Her skin is soft and warm, almost feverishly hot despite the cold dungeon air. She shivers slightly as your fingers brush against hers, a tiny sound of relief escaping her lips. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely.

Her fingers twine with yours, grasping tightly as if afraid to let go. "Please... lead me out of here," she whispers, taking a small step closer to you. "I'll do anything to make it up to you."

The sound of approaching footsteps echo through the dungeon, growing louder by the second. Zephyra tenses, her body going rigid as fear grips her once more.

I moan into his mouth, feeling the pleasure spiraling out of control; building up with every stroke, every touch, every breath we share. "Apollyon," I gasp, arching off the bed as my body tenses and releases in a shuddering spasm around him; feeling his cock pulse inside me as he comes as well;

As our orgasms finally begin to ebb away, leaving us both spent and sated, I collapse back against the mattress; breathing heavily.

I watch, amused and more than a little aroused by his reaction to my hand on his cock; the way he seems incapable of stopping until every last drop has been expelled. "Well," I say with a wink, leaning down to kiss him; "maybe you should just let me keep touching it."

"What do you mean?" Zephyra asks, confused by your sudden change of topic. "My sight... it's gone." Her hand drops to her side as she shakes her head, struggling to understand why you would mention such a thing.

The two of you continue on through the woods, the night slowly giving way to dawn. As the sun begins to rise above the horizon, its warmth chases away the last of the cold that clung to Zephyra's body.

The thought had never really crossed her mind since losing her sight. "I... I don't know," she admits hesitantly. "My life as a soldier, protecting humanity and serving the gods... it was all built around my abilities as an angel. Without my wings or my sight, what good am I?" Her voice trails off, her confidence wavering for a moment before she squares her shoulders and tries to sound more resolute. "But if there's even a small chance that I could regain them...

The angel hesitates for a moment before answering, her expression clouding with uncertainty. "I-I wasn't sure where else to go... and I thought that maybe, if I could find you again... we could help each other," she whispers softly. Her words are laced with hope and fear, the possibility of trusting someone again daunting but irresistible in the face of her desperate need for companionship.

Her gaze never wavers from yours, seeking reassurance and strength as she awaits your response.

The angel swallows hard, feeling the weight of her words as they leave her lips. "I-I went to find Freyr, like you asked me... but I couldn't reach him," she confesses, her voice trembling slightly. "His realm is guarded by creatures beyond my power to fight." Her expression darkens at the memory of her failure and the hopelessness she felt in that moment.

"I-I thought maybe if I could find another god or angel to help me...