I turned my car off. The engine halted to a swift stop. It was late at night, a hard day at work with poor pay. I saw my mailbox as I had turned in; it didn't look too good. I saw a note at my door inside my ticking car. It's not like a bomb ticking, but have you ever listened to the engine as it cools? Those beat...tick-tick... beat sounds?
Ah...who am I kidding? The note was red, which wasn't good. It meant I was to be evicted. I am too far behind on my bills, too far, too much have I lost. So much for I have worked! No!... I slammed my head on the steering wheel, then pulled back up before the car horn woke my already-passed neighbors. No one liked me. With red hair, blue eyes, and pale skin, I was Frankenstein's newest creation who had escaped to America a few years ago. My mother would be proud of me if she weren't dead.
As you may have guessed, I am new to America. The so-called "New World" so many before me have wished to be a part of. Where new beginnings and happy memories form. Pffft...Yeah right...I moved away with ten thousand American dollars to my name after I had bought a house and an old beat-up two-seater. I pushed myself out of my old home to leave behind painful memories in Ireland. Last of the pure McCaroll bloodline, destined to die in a new, unfamiliar land, working at a factory.
I felt a couple of tears run down my freckled face. I poke a bead of it and look at my wettened finger. I tasted my tear, too sour, and it made me feel so dour. I was about to shower when the first pecks of rain slapped my car. I sigh, stepping out of my car. As soon as I closed the door, it fell from its ducktape hinges onto the ground. I sighed once again; this was the second time this month that's happened. I was getting all too frequent.
I picked it back up, placed it on the car, smoothed the tape, and walked back inside. My house, like usual, was nearly empty aside from an oven toaster, a couch I got from the dump, and an old TV from a friend I met my first week here. After ripping the eviction notice off, I close the front door and throw it aside with my keys as I make my way over to my bedroom.
Tonight was a full moon. The clouds hadn't yet covered it, but it was close. I had to say my mother's prayer to help me find a woman who would love me. I kneel and light my dark blue candle with my last match. I take a deep breath in:
"Oh, Mother Earth, Father Sky
I look to the moon and wonder why
Why the moon is so lonely at night?
She is like the woman whom I search for.
To the goddess who is so alone,
Will you aid me?
Will you help me find a woman to call my own?"
"If you'd open your pretty blue eyes." I heard a whisper close to my ear. My eyes shot open, and I had a full view of Earth. All I saw around me was rock, and below was my home. I looked over and saw a blue-haired woman. She was very tan and wore a silver dress. Her eyes were dark blue, unlike my hazel eyes, and she had lovely breasts. It cup from the looks of it. I heard her giggle a little. "You like what you see, mortal?"
Wait what? "W-where am I? Who are you?"
"Why, I am all your answers!" She waved her arms up into the air. Wait! Air! I clenched my throat, and she started to laugh. "Oh, be calm, human! You can breathe as long as I am near." I held onto my throat harder, not believing her words. She stopped laughing to look at me quizzically. "Are you broken?" I shook my head, and she punched me right in the gut. All the air spilled out of my lungs, but I breathed in, feeling an incredible feeling in my chest. I look at her, and she smiles like nothing has happened. "See? You're breathing! I wouldn't let my favorite fan die now, would I?" She gave out a childish laugh.
"W-who are you?" I asked again.
"Why, I'm Princess Luna!" She cheered. "Goddess of the Moon here and on my world. See, a thin strand of magic connects our worlds. I kept feeling this sad tug and found the only human looking for a mate on the planet." Luna smiles at me and hugs me. "Well, I'm here to help."
"Why?" I ask.
"Because being lonely is all I know too well. Now, what is your name?"
"Angel," I replied, expecting her to laugh, but she did something unexpected. Instead, she gives a kind sigh. "Something wrong with my name?"
Luna shakes her head, rubbing her long blue hair against my neck. I let her hand drop on my back. "You have such a lovely name, Angel. Angels are but a myth in my world, while your world still worships them." She sighed, pushing our bodies apart, and I began to feel the chill of space. "I, too, have been so lonely, Angel. Night after night, I construct my beautiful skies while everyone sleeps under them, never bothering to look at them in a different light." I look at her in disbelief. "Believe it, Angel, I too am alone. I have no love to share because I have been given none. I have even fallen darker paths once before..."
"What happened?" I asked. "I assume someone saved you. How else could you be speaking to me now?"
Luna starts to laugh again. "I forgot how intelligent humans are sometimes. Yes, someone did save me. Or... someone. Six friends, powerful together, found me in my old home. They took six powerful stones no other could wield and cured me of my darkness."
"What then?" I was starting to feel drawn to her. She had such power that hid behind a vale of beauty, and her voice was almost hypnotic.
"I returned to the world after a thousand years of banishment for my crimes. Now I wish to repent my sins by aiding those who need me more than others would normally." She waved her hand, and a screen with a picture of me appeared. "Angel McCaroll, age twenty-three, moved to a new land to find a new dream after his mother's death. Blood type O positive is a rarity since you have no blood defects. Correct me if I'm wrong, which would be sad, but you are also a virgin." I blushed up instantly and looked away.
"I've been saving myself."
"For a wedding that may never come?" She asked sadly. "For a woman who may leave you for another?" She began to brush her hand against my face. "You sure you want to live a life...lonely and unfulfilled?" She moved my head towards her face and planted her lips on my own. My eyes opened wide once again at the touch of her soft lips. I started to feel her tongue enter my mouth and move it all around. The kiss lasted for nearly a minute; she moaned into my mouth every couple of seconds, and I felt her vocal cords call for more. Luna pushed away. "You are a handsome human Angel, please...let me help you live."
"L-Luna....why?"
"Because I love you." She said swiftly; she looked at me right in the eyes. "I watched; I've seen what other humans do to you. You put up with everything that is thrown at you. Your car door breaks, you fix it, get robbed, and move on. You have prayed to me every night since you came to America. Plus...I can't stand it anymore." She removed the straps from her dress, letting them fall. She takes my hand and puts it on her breast, and I inhale sharply. "Please, Angel... I want to make you happy. To see my love smile. Please be my Angel." She kisses me once again.
I couldn't stand it anymore. I attack her mouth with the might of a thousand men! She moans, making my drive rise higher. She was right! So long have I closed myself off, waiting for a human to love me. Maybe instead, I could love a goddess. One who knew me, be it a little too well, one who understood being looked away. I don't know about that last part; who'd look away from her lovely breasts?
We break our kiss, and she pulls her dress down from her chest. Her bountiful boobs bounce beautifully but twice. I gaze down at them, wonder in my eyes. They were perfectly tan, without pale marks or even around her massive tits. I felt all the blood rush from my head down to where I stood at half-attention. She gives me a half-lidded gaze and pulls my shirt off to gaze at my chest. Working at a factory, where I carried heavy shit all day, got me ripped quickly. I had an entire six-pack, and my pecks were stiffer than a man in a woman's bath house.
She smiled as soon as I felt her hand touch the area where my heart was. "You are pure of heart, Angel; I know you will treat me as your equal. Your mother raised you well."
I slowly move her to the moon's surface, kissing her down. "How can I know if you will be with me? I hardly know you, but...you seem to know everything about me. Did you even know I was okay with this?"
She kisses me, and my hands begin to glow. Suddenly, I found myself without pants and underwear. She was naked now as well. Luna soon shook her head. "No, I didn't. But I swear I will remain faithful to you." She moved her hand to my cock, now standing at full mast. "Take me, Angel. Fuck me until you forget everything."
I get closer to her, my chest now touching her comforting boobs. "As you wish, my Luna." I kiss her as I move myself in her. Because I am new, the feeling is...warm and wet. I feel her tight self loosening inside to make way for my growing member.
I hear her gasp inside my mouth and moan happily. We broke again for air. "You may start now." I thrust more profoundly, making her gasp sharply. She hums justly and begs: "More!" I start to move in a rhythm. She tightens around me, making me feel so close even though I have just begun. I held it back, however, fearing I would lose this all. "More!" She begged me. "More, my champion! More!"
Her pussy feels so delicate, like taking a hot bath. I quickly forgot the cold of space; I began to feel hotter and hotter. I could tell I wasn't thinking clearly, but I didn't mind. Her face was beautiful like the rest of her body. It was getting redder and redder, and I saw her smile. Luna was as pretty as books had made her out to be. A being created to decorate my nights. I gently stroked her face and stopped thrusting; I took this time to catch a little of my breath. I felt so lightheaded that the area around me seemed to get darker.
"Why is it so dark?"
Luna gave me a long, deep, passionate kiss and touched my face. "Would you come with me to my world?"
"Would I be welcome?" I asked, feeling her body with my other hand.
She laughed with a nod. "Of course, Angel, but you must change your last name."
"Only my last? The name that makes me, my family?" I looked saddened, about ready to pull out before I finished, but she stopped me. She pulled me closer, and we flipped over.
"I have enough magic to bring two over, myself and you." She explained as she positioned herself over me. "I will not be able to return, but I will continue to hear your sad prayer like I have since your mother died... I love you, Angel. Please come with me, and..." She lustily smiled at me before kissing me. "We can be together...forever."
I paused to think her words, her offer over. I had a chance to start new, this time with a lead as boundless as any leap could be! A chance to...love. When she told me, she heard every prayer I made out, every time I read that spell to the full moon. Hearing that, too, and that she would continue to listen to them made my heart ache. I would hurt the very goddess who swore she would help me. I grunted as she rode me "cowboy style," as most called it. She huffed and moaned her pleasure, and I felt her get wetter and wetter. Her hot juices lubricated each thrust, making it feel more pleasurable each time.
She must have been using magic, woman magic, that is. Not the magic she used to strip ourselves naked, but the magic only a woman could provide with the magic of her hips, which were anything but not fine. I started to feel close; for the first time, my brain gave me all the pleasure of an entire lifetime. I gasped for air; I held her down and let myself loose inside her. She seemed to finish, too, grunting her fluids, welcoming my sailors.
"S-....so what....do you say...my Angel...?" She gasped, a pleading look in her eyes. "Will you...c-come with me?"
My eyes closed; I took a deep breath and pulled her in for a long kiss. I knew my answer very well. To leave behind the people who hate me and the negatives of my life in the hope of the positives. All I had said to her was: "Yes...my love."
She started to cry with a smile across her face. She flew into my chest after pulling herself out. "Tell me, my Angel-" She said, making me look into her beautiful eyes again. "Magic, power, or flight?"
That was a tricky answer. I could cast spells with magic after learning how they would work in her world. The realm of gods and goddesses was thought to be a strange one filled with magic untold to mortals. With power, I could build a foundation to be the warrior deep inside. A warrior much like my ancestors. Or I could fly. No doubt goddesses had wings of their own. I could fly with her with new wings. I could take to the skies most humans wished they could bring themselves under their power.
"I can't take all three?" I laughed at her.
She shook her head and tipped my nose with her index finger. "Nope, if you want all three, you'll have to earn the other two."
Damn...So hard to choose. But the more I thought about it... With the magic route, I could gain power I would lose and give myself the wings I lust for. With magic, I could defend her...to be her champion, she had called me. "Then... I choose...I choose the path of magic. I want to be wise and be like no other before me."
She laughs, bringing her hand to my face. "Angel Caster...That is your new name. Your summoning call will be your last name. I will use it when I call upon you when I need you the most should we ever enter battle. And Angel..." She kissed me, and I started to feel tired. "...there was no other before you." I wanted to gasp. I looked down, and sure enough...There was blood on the moon.
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"We broke each other..." She said as the moon started to darken like my vision. The world of dreams greeted me.
Author's Note
This was edited on 9/12/23
