I like the current title, but I might change it later on.



The entire idea of this story is finished. I just haven't finished writing it out yet.

It's an adult vore story that takes place in the "Waring Angels" world in Nigel's half of Parasympathy. It doesn't include any of my main characters. It centers around a random nephil, and his perilous encounter with a female broken angel.

Also, it's just here for the sake of being porn, which is, as always, the only thing that the most common FA goer cares as far as about. But you still won't be able to fap to it because I prose like a boss, which effectively overloads any stupid, half-baked, DRUNK mind with too much information to make fapping EASIER...............which is a statement that cancels itself out when you consider that the POINT of reading anything is to gather information...............lol.



Enjoy.

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The lone nephil simply partook of his surroundings. And he remained silent, simply because he did not have words for the magnificence of beauty that surrounded him. He squatted down to sit, and ponder his thoughts, unaware of the shadow that had begun to loom over him. In that moment he became light-headed, unable to gather his thoughts. His senses had dulled verily, and even his mind had become a blank slate. His heart slowed in its beating, as it was suddenly overtaken by an obscure feeling of sympathy so profound in depth that he found himself unable to refrain from weeping. And before he knew it, he found himself plunged into an elastic chamber of flesh, his entire body repititiously caved in on from all angles. After much greedily apparent contraction and unimaginably carnal suction, he came to rest in a flaccid pocket of flesh, violently spat out from a tightened oriface that remained widely open after this ejection, only to quickly cave shut. Somehow, his senses were so dulled that none of this phased him in the least, as he tumbled softly downward towards the bottom of the warm, moist chamber.

His new mother didn't seem to mind this at all though, a massive paw gently placed against the outer pouch of her throat. The lady resolved to swallow with pride, the glutching of her massive gullet's musculature producing an entourage of loud and slurpy sounds, which had in fact succeeded in piercing through the nephil's deadened conscience well enough that all of his senses came rushing back to him. He jerked his limbs about violently, which caused quite a stir within the flabby tissue. He kicked and screamed, which tickled the sensitive flesh so much that it began to shiver, all of its own accord. And at this sudden taint of stimulation did the proud matriarch resolve to produce a deep, fluttering inhale, her throat pouch repititiously clamping inward against the hapless feline as she began to burst out in laughter, her vocal chords producing a cacophony of high pitched and chirpy giggling that descended into low-toned, sonorously velvety chuckling.



"Hurrrrlll..."



The proud mother bore an expression of genuine happiness on her patterned face, her huge maw having yawned wide open to allow for the long wisp that was her slick, black, serpentine tongue to flail about in its wild freedom. She produced a low-toned series of hurring sounds from within her neck, the depth of their fluttering trill serving to confound the poor nephil within the pouch, who felt the subtle vibrations of it. He was mortified, unable to discern between fear and trust as the daunting waves of uncertainty enveloped his heart. The lady continued her ecstatic discourse, always expressing her happiness in ways much like the cheerful glee of heartfelt chirping from a massive avian den mother. Wanting desperately to stand to his feet but wholly unable to do so on his soft footing, the nephil slipped and tumbled, falling upon his back, which lay comfortably nestled in the shifting folds of pliable flesh. He wept to himself, unable to understand what was happening all around him. But in spite of the chaotic heartwork that raged miserably within his chest, he resolved to listen to the sounds of the beast. And this had effectively twisted his heart, and in many ways. Between being helplessly tossed about to and fro from one nestling of the pouch to another, and being subject to the unimaginable beauty of the aural chaos that that never failed to fill his sensitive ears and drown out the sound of his thinking, he wept, having fully realized that he was far away from the sanctity of his home, damned to this capricious hell. But this particular nephil happened to be an avid lover of wildlife, the past forrays of his dangerous field of study coming back to haunt him in full force. Terror stricken by what was unfolding all around him - or, in a rather literal sense what would 'fold' around him as per the lady's passively endearing jest - his thoughts began to formulate, though all of them were wholly fragmented due to the wanton hormonal chaos welling up within his loins.

He recalled having placed his ear against the soft belly of an expectant angel, the subtle tone of her deep breathing a calming lull. That profound meeting between a full mortal and a well developed, well endowed broken angel, the loud, wet sounds of 'wombwork' within her truly a thing of a whole other kind of carnal beauty that was unnatural of most feral beings. Placing a hand against her pelvis, feeling the sporadic movements of tentaclework press outward and sweep across his palm. The sheer realization of what was actually going on within that creature caused his blood to curdle, his excitement mottled with fear, causing his hormones to rage. He was alone during that time, unaccompanied. And in that moment, he had thrown his duties to the wind, making his way around her legs, and within her thighs. He wanted badly to fuck her, and began by thrusting his hips into her vulva. Or rather, at it. The angel was a particularly large lady, and he couldn't accomplish much more but simple thrusting at the warm air between those furred lips. Eventually, he resolved to reach an arm into her. The lazy whore of a remnant cared very little for what was done within her nether regions, but was grateful, as her cunny then vibrated in appreciation, gripping ever so lightly around his fist. That too was a trait of her anatomy that the studious nephil did not understand, and the discovery of it was so calming to him that he released his fingers, gliding them over the soft labia. Encouraged, he had reached into her more deeply, and the soft vibrations continued. He was a very happy feline, petting the inner walls of this magnificent beast. But soon, the gentle caress of delighted cunny became a more vigorous glutching of monstrous greed. He could feel the angel's grip becoming stronger, as within seconds of his deeper plunge did he both feel and hear the loud, strong clenching of her cunt upon his flattened hand. But for her size he was only able to reach so deep, and could only feel what was a more 'merciful' glurp just away from the true terror. And at that did his heart stop. The strength of her cunt's grip seemed to increase with every clench, even so much that for where his hand rested within her he then felt a grip so strong, he swore that his arm had to be much, much too deep inside her. He was wrong. And the realization that he WAS in fact wrong began to horrify him, his heart already having sunk when he first realized that she was tensing up even more.



[Stopping point]

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I'm considering providing a link to a YouTube video of a repititious loop from a certain popular game of a certain popular franchise, mainly for the purpose of giving the readers a better understanding of what a female broken angel's cunt musculature is like, but ultimately for the lulz... XD

I'll also be providing a Rule 34 booru link to a certain kemono drawing that also inspired this piece.



Carry on.