Saved by a power armoured angel

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By his grace, you live. Come guardsman, take my hand. You may yet see the end of this day.

My sisters were all killed in the crash, as were the pilots and the rest of your squad. My condolences on your loss. There is a drop.

Our transport is upended in the dune. I will have to jump while holding you. You are lucky to be alive, mortal.

The strikes that took us from the sky rendered our transport in half, for you to survive where my sisters did not. He has plans for you, clearly. I've made camp, using supplies from the ship and set up an emergency transponder.

Rescue should arrive in days. There is water if you need it, and standard ration packs. I don't see a reason that we should speak.

Pass the time. I don't understand. You are looking to avoid boredom, mortal.

I am an angel of death. I have lived for nearly 200 standard Terran years. I am genetically modified to strength, speeds and awareness beyond your understanding.

I am trained to purge aliens beyond your comprehension and kill men in more ways than you could imagine. I will not make for good conversation. You'll just talk to someone else, then.

Mortal, all of your fellow guardsmen were killed in the crash. There is likely no sentient life other than the two of us four. You were joking.

I apologise. My sisters and I didn't often joke. If we must talk, though, for you to be content, then so be it.

Remove my helmet. You are in serious danger of overstepping your boundaries, guardsmen, but very well. Happy? You think I'm beautiful? We all are.

We're sculptured in his image, by his hand. Hair woven of silk and gold, and skin sculpted from marble and obsidian. We present the best of humanity.

Thank you, though. I appreciate the compliment. What would you talk about? Myself? I.

.. There isn't much to tell. My life is a long tale of similar events, a story repeating in different settings.

I live for war, no peace, no respite. I travel from one battlefield to the next, dealing death to his enemies, and serving hope to his servants. You want to hear about where I've been? I suppose the most interesting planet I have been to would be Esara Minor.

It was a beautiful place in its prime. Crystal skies of azure white, purples and greens. Cities of gleaming silver and glass, and forests of pink and deep red.

Gone now. Lost. Do you.

.. No. No, it's not your place.

Very well. Do you ever feel that there is no hope? That we fight for nothing? Your life is short, so easily snuffed out.

I have lived so long, and yet I've seen no change, no improvement, no victory, just retreat, just sacrifice, just death. Do you believe that's all there is? That's comforting, to know you've seen good in this life, to know that your life has had greater meaning.

Perhaps my duty has forbade me from that. I'm fine. This.

.. Yes, I am injured. It's nothing.

This puncture in my side was not able to stop me from climbing through the wreckage and rescuing you. It will not stop me from sitting here and waiting for a while. No.

Mortal. Stop touching. Yes.

That hurts. No, I will not remove my armor. This chest plate is a sacred relic, an artifact millennia old and valuable beyond.

I'm not scared of being exposed to you. Besides, I wear a bodysuit underneath it. You'd see nothing.

Prove it. Don't think that petty guile will get you what you want. I don't need your help.

I don't care if you're a field medic. I know that I will be fine because. ..

Because. .. Do you.

.. Do you think it may genuinely be serious? Me and my body can take great punishment, but if there is a risk that I would die a purposeless death, I do not want that.

I don't want what happened to my sisters. I'll remove my chest piece. Do your work.

I was pierced by a shard of metal during the crash. I believe it punctured my lower abdominal wall. The wound would doubtless have been lethal to a normal human, but I'm not a normal human.

Yes, so I will keep reminding you. And yes, my blood will have clotted with unusual speed. That is typical of one of his angels.

Are there signs of infection? You want to sterilize the area to be sure? Very well.

And the exit wound? Of course there is pain, but nothing I cannot easily overcome. Bandages? Not exactly the height of medicine, are we? Yes, I suppose that was a joke.

I had wondered of the logistics of this. I doubt very much that you've ever treated someone as large as me. You remember what I said about overstepping your bounds? I'm not stripping down to the waist for you.

I realize that you need to dress the wound properly, but this is too far, and I don't have anything else to wear. If the alternative is tearing my suit, I'll do what is necessary. Quickly, please.

I'm not making any noises. I know no fear. No man has ever touched my bare skin before.

Thank you. I feel strange. Seeing how tender you are, and feeling your hands on me, I feel something I've never felt before.

It is. .. tingling.

Warmth and cold in rivers of sensation. The hairs on the back of my neck stand straight. My back feels the cold wind of the desert night, like I've not known it to before.

Every sense feels. .. unwieldy, yet heightened.

What is this? What you said before about finding good in life, this is an example of that. I've read of it, heard of it from our serfs, but I've never.

.. We have a singular duty. There's never been any time to feel needs.

I can see it in your eyes. You feel the same. But I assume there hasn't been much time for conjugation or campaign.

I'd imagine you hadn't seen a woman in anything less than flak armor in months, let alone one that looks like me. Scars, muscles, old wounds. I think I'm still.

.. still effeminate in my own way. I do have to wonder though, how does my being twice your size factor into things? Amazonian, like the ancient Terran myth.

Amazonian, like the ancient Terran myth. Yes, I suppose that's an apt comparison. My experience in this sort of thing is similar to theirs.

I wonder. .. Might I.

.. Might I kiss you? Oh.

I didn't realize this is. .. This was it.

All these years. I never knew. Oh, mortal, I'm sorry.

I got carried away and fell on top of you. I could have crushed you. That wouldn't be so.

.. Do you hear yourself? I'm twice your size.

I don't mean I'd smother you, I'd crush you. You're a bottom. I don't understand.

Why would that mean you want to get crushed? I'm sorry, I'm very new to this. What am I supposed to do? Slowly, carefully, confidently.

Confident, I can do. You are undoing the rest of my bodysuit. I think, mortal, that you have definitely overstepped your mark.

That means there's no reason to stop now. We might as well see where this takes us. I'm sure there's much more you'd like to see.

In fact, how does it feel to see one of his angels hover above you in her nakedness? Her perfect sculpted form dominating yours, silhouetted in pale moonlight and tinted by the glow of the fire. My knowledge of male anatomy is limited, but I would judge that the shape in your undergarments is telling of your thoughts.

A bottom. I think that means you ought to follow my directions, yes? And to let me manhandle you.

Nothing you could resist if I decided to have my way with you. I'm far too strong for that. But you like that, don't you? You like the idea of being overpowered.

My sweet little mortal. That's right. My mortal.

This I could learn to enjoy. This control. That look of thrill in your eyes.

Fear and exultation mixing. You can't quite believe what's happening to you. You can't quite believe you're this lucky, am I right? Well, in that case, let me finish stripping you.

All that cheap, mass-produced armour. These thin desert fatigues and these tiny man briefs. And like that, you're rendered bare before me.

Yes, I am getting into this quickly. I am of his blood. I can adapt to any situation faster than you can think.

Now, what does one do next, now that you're underneath me? Dealer's choice. Not very helpful, mortal.

Is this appropriate? Grasping your little mortal penis in my oversized calloused hand. Ha! Everything about you is a little relative to me.

You don't need to feel self-conscious about it. Besides, you're equipped in a handsome enough manner. You've nothing to be ashamed of.

And you aren't ashamed, are you? This is how men do it, is it not? Up and down.

I don't have much room to work with, but I assume by the way your breath is hitching in your mouth as a gape that you enjoy it. Is it rapturous to have me take an interest in you like this? Or is it simply a case of your being addicted to such treatment? In any case, you clearly enjoy it.

I'm glad. The noises you make when I squeeze your head with my thumb, twisting your skin about the muscle. They're quite adorable.

Sweet, even. And the little juices you're leaking, leaving you moist and slick. They excite me in smell and I assume in taste.

Salty, yet pleasant. Mortal. You have me quite eager.

Don't worry. I think I know what comes next, now that you're hard and ready. I promise not to bruise you, but it is my first time, so who's to say how gentle I'll be? That, that is something special, little one.

Why didn't anyone tell me of this? Even though you're so small, this is. ..

Perfect. The feeling of someone else inside me rubbing up against such sensitive places, it's such a new feeling. I had no idea it could feel this good.

It must feel good for you, too. You look completely enraptured. Your eyes roll back, your mouth hangs open, your breath comes ragged and gasping.

Come on, mortal. A moan for me? Let me hear those little noises, like you're being crushed beneath my powerful hips.

Do you like that? Do you like my hands pinching your shoulders, squishing them as I jackhammer onto your crotch? You must, you do.

Come on, little man. Give me what I want. I know the next part.