Divine Embrace

Linda let out a deep sigh and closed her eyes. "See, this isn't so bad, right? Just a woman and a...man relaxing next to one another... All their worries left at the door, and the whole world reduced to nothing more than a tiny little space of warmth and peace..."

At long last, Ángel slowly turned to face Linda, though his fluster had only dissipated ever so slightly. In contrast, the expression on her face did not betray even a bit of embarrassment. Strange as it might have been, it was also somehow admirable. There was a world of difference in how Ángel carried himself compared to her, and he'd be lucky to ever achieve such a level of confidence. Perhaps Linda had intended her company to help him in that regard. After all, if Ángel could tolerate sitting beside such a goddess of a woman, whose voluptuous curves were covered only by a towel, there was no doubt that he would emerge from the sauna a stronger person. But he couldn't just sit there in silence. Linda had left the ball in his hand.

He cleared his throat. "... I feel like I should apologize to you."

Linda raised one of her thick eyebrows at him. "Why is that?"

"Because..." Ángel began, pausing to figure out the best possible phrasing. "I feel like I haven't shown enough gratitude. You saved my life and have been so kind to me, and I've just been worrying about how to get back home as soon as possible."

"Oh, honey. Of course you're worried. Anyone would be in your situation. I'm just happy to have some company. Besides, you've already thanked and complimented me more than enough."

"... Maybe. But that's not much compared to what you did for me."

Tears began to form in Linda's eyes. "Angel... You don't owe me anything. I promise."

Ángel looked down at the tiled floor. "Even if you say so, I feel like I do. I don't know what it is... When I look at you, or hear you speak, something compels me to feel that way. Like I'm being hypnotized by your voice... And your beauty." It was almost with melancholy that Ángel sighed and slumped down in his seat. At this point he felt almost as delirious from the hot sauna and the sudden company of a half-naked Linda as he did from hypothermia. Another reverie came to him. In it, Ángel kneeled before a giant, blonde woman dressed in heavenly garbs of pure white, the sun piercing the clouds above to light up her and only her. She reached down, cradling him and bringing him to her chest, where she held him tight as she blessed his lips with a tender kiss. It all felt so real... But only in his mind would something like that ever happen.

Suddenly his own words came back to him, ringing in his ears like an alarm that made his blissful thoughts fade. He jerked his head up to see the sauna walls around him, and his breath was caught in his throat. Had he really just said all that without realizing? That might as well have been a confession of love. Could the comfort that Linda was talking about really have set in so quickly? Or had she mind-controlled him?

"I... I'm sorry," Ángel mumbled. "I might have said a bit more than--"

"Oh, my..." Linda said, interrupting Ángel and breaking her sudden silence. "You know, a cute boy like you can't just spring all that on a woman like me and expect her to be able to control herself. Look what you've done to me..."

Before Ángel even dared to throw as much as a glance at her, there was something in the way Linda spoke that ignited something in him. Not only due to her sultry voice, but also the fact that her words implied something that he wouldn't have expected in a million years. She must have been teasing him, just like she had with those smothering hugs...

... Right?

Slowly, he turned to his right to see what she was talking about... And that's when his eyes went wide. As much as he was in denial over the possibility of a curvy, blonde babe like her ever taking an interest in a girly boy like him, the look on her face proved that she was no doubt horny out of her mind. She stared at him, her eyes half-lidded and the normal rosy red of her cheeks having spread to the rest of her face. Moreover, one could clearly see the increased rate at which her chest heaved with each breath, to the point where her sweaty tits looked about toburst out of the towel rather than just spill out.

What Ángel's confession had done to her went far beyond that, however... As made clear by themassive tent Linda was pitching between her legs, stretching the towel even more than her upper body did. Ángel's jaw dropped, as what could only have been a thick cock throbbed against the veil, its bulge quickly growing bigger and bigger, and traveling further down the towel...

"Surprised?" Linda asked with a smirk, still casually resting her arms on the upper sauna bench.

'Surprised' was an understatement. Ángel was practically entranced by what he was seeing, and the part of him that wanted confirmation that it was indeed a cock growing in front of him didn't have to wait any longer. A fat, pink cockhead emerged between Linda's thighs from underneath the edge of the towel, pressing against it as if wanting to rip it to pieces in a fit of rage. And that is almost what happened. It rose like a mast as it grew even fatter and harder, pushing the towel out of its way and causing the fabric to bunch up by Linda's pelvis. Before long it was pointing straight up, swaying around in a circular motion with each throb.

There must have beensome reasonable explanation for the unfamiliar emotions Ángel went through at that moment. The dizzying heat in the sauna; the spirits of the northern forests possessing him; some drug that had been slipped into his tea earlier; the seemingly pheromone-laden scent of Linda's sweat...

Or perhaps a mouth-watering cock is exactly what had been missing in his life all along...

"I suppose thereis something you could do for me," Linda purred, running a teasing finger across the slit of her cock.

Ángel could feel his every muscle growing limp until he slumped over once more, this time towards Linda. He braced his hands against her thigh, his quivering arms barely holding him up, and his face inches from the throbbing erection below. This strange lust had him taking heavy breaths through both his mouth and nose, allowing him a hint of cock-musk that lingered despite Linda being fresh out of the shower.

He closed his eyes and lowered his head, landing his lips on the precum-soaked glans with a kiss. Getting down on his elbows against Linda's thigh, he grabbed her cock with his small hands and received an immediate response in the form of a twitch that sent shudders through his entire body. In that position there was nothing left to do than to start sucking, so that's what he did, his mouth opening to let the sticky fluid oozing from Linda's tip reach his awaiting taste buds.

Linda bit her lower lip as she stared at Ángel in astonishment. "Mm, that's it, Angel. That's a good boy. Shower my cock in your gratitude..." She mustered all of her self-control as she spoke, and yet her voice was close to breaking. Was this really happening? It was obvious from the get-go that Ángel was a pliable boy with effeminate tendencies and a desperation for affection, but to think he would jump on the opportunity to suck her cock... It was as if he had been waiting for it.

The words of encouragement were like gasoline to the fire that was Ángel's excitement. He locked his lips around her tip with as much suction as he could muster, then slid downward to initiate a full on blowjob on her glans. This was not something that had been part of his fantasies about Linda, or anyone else for that matter. But with his head bobbing up and down as he slurped away, he immediately began considering his actions in full, unlike during his awkward confession moments ago. There were no alarms this time. Regardless of what genitalia Linda possessed, Ángel had graciously been given an opportunity to make his fantasy a reality, while at the same time giving his thanks in a way that Linda appreciated. Sucking this fat, juicy cock would please his Goddess, so suck it he would.

A groggy grin spread across Linda's face. She felt almost drunk with pleasure by the wet squeezing of Ángel's mouth around her cock, and was treated with a view that could serve as masturbation material for the rest of her life by memory alone. Her towel constricted her big tits just enough to let her see in detail how Ángel was worshiping her with all his being, his eyes closed in his deep focus. How the head of her cock was like a huge piece of pink candy encased by a pair of dark, feminine lips, slathering her with so much saliva that it poured down her white shaft and onto Ángel's hands; how those hands, though tiny and motionless, gripped her cock as if he was afraid to lose it.

Linda jumped in her seat from the sudden sensation of having her urethra stabbed by Ángel's tongue. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "B-be careful... Angel..." Her voice started trailing off as Ángel calmed down his sudden attack, though probably of his own accord rather than by Linda's request. Gently, yet vigorously, he began rubbing his tongue up and down against her cock-slit, as if eager to lap up every last bit of precum that poured from it. Linda gritted her teeth and squeezed her buttocks together as she experienced the strange feeling for the first time. With his every soft, wet motion against her tip, an electric-like spark spread through the very core of her shaft and dwindled down into a dull ache in her pelvic region.

Despite holding Linda's cock in what was an iron grip to Ángel, the throbbing that resulted from his licking was powerful enough to pry his hands open to accommodate for it. The constant flow of precum against his tongue had his mouth pooling in it, to such an extent that he had to focus on swallowing as much as he did on sucking. He was ill-equipped for his task. Everything about him was too small to handle what Linda was packing, and he had absolutely zero experience when it came to sex of any form. But none of that worried him at the moment. If anything, he was glad to accept the challenge. Besides, it's not like pleasing a goddess was ever going to be easy.

There was almost audible panic in Linda's choppy, irregular moans. The tender tip of her cock was quickly growing sore from having Ángel's tongue grind into it, and it made each spark more and more powerful. Her muscles spasmed uncontrollably, particularly around her nethers and in her legs; a sign that her aching cock wasn't far from getting its release. Was she seriously about to cum already? Surely she had more stamina than this? Perhaps the orgasm around the corner was induced more by sheer lust than by physical stimulus. She certainly couldn't imagine a hotter scenario than getting a blowjob by a boy as perfect as Ángel in her own sauna. Either way, she had to do something.

"Stop!" she said, perhaps a bit too bluntly.

Ángel's lips let go of her cock, and he turned to her in surprise. "W-what? Did I do something wrong?"

"No, Angel..." Catching her breath, Linda smiled at the cute, clueless expression on his face. She thought the effect his blowjob had on her was obvious, seeing as how she could feel her own face burning up in a deep blush, and how her entire body was pouring with sweat. "In fact, you're doing great. A little too great, even. Is this really your first time doing this?"

"Yes..." Ángel mumbled with a little smirk, his eyes shying away.

Linda cupped his chin and turned his attention back to her. "Then I think we oughta make it special... How about you get down on your knees instead? That way we'll both have a nice view."

"O-okay!" said Ángel, his eyes lit up.

"Good boy. Better put your towel on the floor to get nice and comfy."

Ángel only now realized that his lower body was still covered. "Yeah... I guess." He would do as she said, there was no question about it. But the thought of unveiling his little cock, even in its current erect state, was almost embarrassing enough to make him question his worship.

"Go on then, hun," Linda said, urging him on with a light slap on his ass. "How about you show me the goods as well?"

Ángel gulped. "A-anything for you..." She wanted to see his butt... Well, of course she did when she had that monster of a cock. It was only natural that she wouldn't settle with just a mouth. The tiny bit of masculinity Ángel possessed should have made him more embarrassed about that than showing his dick, no matter how small it was. But even though he wasn't particularly happy about his body shape, there was no denying that his ass was a pretty thing. It was only proportionate in size to his narrow hips, but pouted out in the shape of two perfectly round bubbles that could easily fill a groping pair of hands. Moreover, his ass might actually see some action in Linda's company, unlike his penis. AndGod, the thought of being taken by her from behind was unbelievably hot.

Rising from his seat, Ángel held the towel tightly around his waist. He went to stand in front of Linda, who still casually rested against the upper bench as if awaiting a show to be put on by a servant. Grinning, she raised an eyebrow at him. Ángel needed no further cue. Swallowing his pride, he let go of the towel, letting it slide down his thin legs and onto the floor.

Linda licked her thick lips at the reveal. "Oh yeah, Angel..." she purred. "Now that's what I call a body." He was truly a work of art. Lithe and frail but with the hint of soft curves that kept his body from merely looking flat. That fact that his skin was pristine was obvious even without him being naked, but seeing his nipples stand out against his tan hue all dark and puffy had Linda's mouth watering. And then there was that adorable dick of his. It was like a clit compared to her own cock, and she wasn't even that hung compared to other women like her. Even if Ángel's "manhood" was ultimately of little use to Linda, its size made her even more eager to turn him into her cockslut.

"You like it...?" Ángel said, his shoulders raised and his hands fidgeting with each other.

"I love it. But you haven't shown me your best part."

Ángel smiled and promptly turned around. He put his ass on full display, even arching his lower back slightly to emphasize it. The embarrassment burned inside him, but at the same time he felt more confident in his body than ever. Linda's reaction certainly helped in that regard. Ángel could hear her lecherous murmurs of approval, befit for a woman of her age ogling a young boy like him. He couldn't help but wonder if she had taken the opportunity to check him out when she had heated up his body in the shower as well. Perhaps she had been awaiting the chance to fuck him since the very start.

Linda gave her throbbing cock a few strokes. "Mm, I could cum just from looking at you..." she said. "But that would be a waste, don't you think? Come finish what you started and I'll give you a little treat..." With Ángel looking at her over his shoulder, she hooked her thumb under the top of her towel right between her breasts and gently tugged on it, just enough to temporarily expose her tits slightly more. She could feel Ángel's stare on her cleavage, then on her cock immediately after as he realized what he had to do. In preparation, she slid her ass forward and leaned back at an incline against the top bench, putting her cock closer to the edge of the seating while she comfortably awaited a pair of lips around them.

Trembling with excitement, Ángel picked up his towel and folded it neatly before placing it on the floor between Linda's feet. He kneeled on top of it, saying nothing as he stared expectantly at her. Her cock stood straight up in front of his eyes, and from this angle he got his first view of her thick balls that rested between her thighs. Inside those things awaited his treat...

"Do I have your attention, hun?" Linda said, and Ángel looked up at her immediately. "Good. Now I believe I promised you a nice view..."

What immediately took place before Ángel's eyes was a thing of wonder. Linda spread the two ends of her towel apart, baring her naked body in all its glory. With his mouth hanging agape, Ángel watched as her giant tits dropped out of the tight embrace of the towel, a soft jiggle to them before they came to a still. Anything he had imagined about them paled in comparison to the real thing. They were nothing short of perfect; full and heavy, with almost sausage-thick nipples and bumpy areolas of a deep pink against her otherwise creamy skin tone. There was some sag to them, but only because it was inevitable with their size; they would have looked unnatural without it.

Linda squeezed them together with her palms, distorting their shape. "Do you like 'em?"

"They're... beautiful..." Ángel said. But there was more to them than just appearance. While the moisture of sweat clung to their surface, that did not explain the little droplets oozing from her nipples to form little streams. "Is that... milk?"

Linda giggled. "Sure is. Been like this since puberty. Make me cum and you can have as much as you like..."

Ángel felt lightheaded. His treat wasbreast milk? Linda's divine cum would have been sufficient many times over, but he was getting even more. Was he even worthy?

Well, that was hardly worth dwelling over. Entering a trance of determination, Ángel leaned forward without saying a word, his palms sliding along Linda's inner thighs. He put his chin against her balls and aligned her cock with his face, his view of the pleased expression on her face almost blocked out by the girth. He kissed it lovingly. It was a kiss filled with his appreciation for everything that had brought him to this point. Then his tongue joined in, licking the shaft as he raised his head to bring his lips to the tip.

Linda didn't need to offer any guidance, to her delight and expectation. Eye contact between the two was established immediately as Ángel opened his mouth to bring her cock inside it. Several inches sunk into it on his first descent down her length; more than just her cockhead, like earlier. As he came back up, his lips were already vacuum-sealed around her shaft, squeezing it tight. She gasped as her cock throbbed with pleasure, and she could feel a wad of precum coursing through it and pouring into Ángel's mouth.

Rhythmically moving his head up and down, the wet noises of his sloppy blowjob echoed in Ángel's head. He sucked with as much power as he could, his cheeks caved in by large dimples. Seeing Linda staring down at him filled him with unimaginable happiness. While his lips remained extended around her thick shaft, he could feel them trying to pull back into a smile, much like the one on Linda's face. She looked pleased with Ángel's effort, and that in turn pleased him. The shining aura of divinity remained around her, accentuated by her wild, blonde hair that glistened in the dim sauna light, but there was a sort of motherly kindness to her smile, even though it was quite obviously fueled by pleasure and desire. Her face looked almost on fire in a deep blush, and low, rumbling moans poured out with each heavy breath she took.

"Mm, Angel," Linda said with a sigh. "You're such a good boy..." She crossed her arms under her tits, lifting them up slightly to give Ángel an even better view.

Ángel immediately grew even thirstier from the display. Minutes ago, the perfect sight would have been identical but with a wet pussy in front of him instead. Now that image was erased from his memory. And strangely enough, it made perfect sense. In his mind, Ángel's relation to Linda was always meant to be one of worship. He knew that he wasn't man enough to do anything other than submit to the tall, sexy blonde, and what better way to be brought to submission than by a massive cock? Attached to anyone else it would have meant nothing to him, but attached to her it was the sexiest, most powerful thing in the universe. He could only imagine what would happen to his brain if he were to sit on it...