Blondie and Red

"Red..."

"I am not afraid of dying, especially with you by my side, but let's take down at least one of these damn creatures before we go."

NO! Her mind screamed at his words. She didn't want to die. More importantly, she didn't want to see him die. She didn't care about going down in a blaze of glory. If she fought, she fought to survive. Not to prove something.

"NO!" she screamed, and felt a strange energy course through her body. She felt something burst out of her back, and her leather shirt ripped, falling to the ground and once more revealing her glorious breasts. The Gorgonops stopped advancing towards them, and Red, who had been ready to lunge at them, turned to look at her. For once, he seemed to have no interest in her dangling things.

Two massive, golden-blonde wings came out of her scapulae in her back. Her feathers were as soft and shiny as her hair, but she had no interest in admiring them. The only thought she currently held was survival. She sprang towards Red and wrapped her arms under his shoulders and began to beat her wings as mightily as she could.

The leading Gorgonops jumped towards them but the sheer force of the wind from Blondie's wings slowed it enough to let her lift them away from its reach.

She flapped her wings hard, and as she slowly began to gain elevation, she realized she couldn't keep it up for long. Within half a minute, she reached the top of the cliff and saw an ancient ruin of dark granite stone, which would've been invisible to any view from the ground. She quickly scanned its ground for life, and finding none, she descended within its ten-foot high walls.

As soon as their feet touched the ground, her mind reeled. Her limbs seemed to completely lose their energy.

"Blondie!" Red looked at her with wide eyes, full of excitement. "You can Fly!" he yelled, skipping on his toes like a child. "How can you fly? Can I fly? How do I fly?"

"Red..." she muttered weakly, as she fell towards him. He caught her in his arms, and she lost consciousness. Her wings teetered and collapsed out of existence.

***
When she awoke, Blondie found herself leaning against the warm toughness of Red's bare chest, his shirt draped over her own. They seemed to be inside the building, and he was leaning against the wall with his eyes closed. Dusty streams of light fell through the lofty windows to the left of the room, indicating that it was morning.

The events of yesterday rushed through her mind, and she remembered that she had flown. The itch that had always been in her back had disappeared, replaced by an emptiness inside her scapulae. She had a feeling that she wouldn't be able to bring those wings out again until that emptiness was filled.

How do I fill the emptiness?

A light snore escaped Red's lips, bringing her attention back to him.

Blondie turned on his lap and unconsciously straddled his hips. The shirt covering her breasts fell and she chucked it out of the way. Looking at his peaceful sleeping face, she couldn't resist the urge to lean in and kiss him by the side of his lips.

His eyes opened to the touch, and she gazed into his sparkling green depths.

"Blondie..." he whispered, his humid breath striking against her lips, their faces inches away from one another.

"Where are we?" she asked, without moving away.

"Inside the temple. It should be safe. There is nothing alive around here, and I've bolted the doors," he said, looking away from her eyes, his bronze cheeks gaining a shade of red.

Noticing his embarrassment, she leaned back. But she didn't want to. She felt an unfamiliar heat in her body, and she wanted him. How? She didn't know.

As soon as she sat upright, his eyes went to her naked breasts. She felt her nipples stiffen at his gaze, and a strange tingle in her stomach. She also felt something else stiffen and grow underneath her. She moved her butt and felt its length before remembering what it was.

Ryan had wanted to do something to her with his, and she had not wanted it then. But whatever it was, she wanted it from Red, now-- at least her body did.

"Red?" she asked him. "Can I see your... uh... penis?"

"Why?"

"I just want to."

"Okay."

She slid down his legs, loosened the ropes of his trouser, and pulled them down. His member popped out, and she continued to pull his pants off his legs, watching its stiff length.

She spread his legs apart and crawled between them to take a closer look at it. It was the length of her hand and three fingers thick, but it somehow felt big. Two wrinkly nuts hung and dangled underneath it. It wasn't pretty, but something about it seemed to currently fascinate her.

"Can I touch it?" she asked, looking up at his eyes. His eyes displayed the same fervor that she was sure was reflected in her own.

"Sure. Will you let me touch your breasts, later?"

"Yeah," she replied, her attention quickly going back to his member. She gently wrapped her fingers around it and felt its girth, stiffness, and heat. She slowly pumped her hand, and she heard him groan.

"Does it hurt?" she asked.

"No. It feels good."

She nodded, but she felt something was lacking.

What was it that Ryan wanted to do? She remembered that he had initially planned to shove it in her mouth. Maybe that's it.

She leaned down and wrapped her lips around its tip, extending her tongue to taste the tiny hole at the top.

"Er... Blondie?" she heard a worried voice, making her glance up with the dick still in her mouth. "If you're hungry, we can find something else for you to eat. Don't eat my penis."

"I am not going to eat it!" she exclaimed, surprised and annoyed by his conclusion.

"Are you sure? Cause that's what it looks like you're going to do."

Blondie considered her actions and realized there was some truth to it. "Just shut up and watch," she told him, before going back to it.

"Easy for you to say," he grumbled, but he didn't draw away, only watching her as she went down on him. Her brilliant blue eyes were locked on his as her lips wrapped around him and her tongue flicked over his tip.

Blondie's descent on his member was slow, gradual, and gravitational, as she took more and more of him into her mouth. It was almost instinctive and impulsive, but she didn't feel anything wrong about doing it. She liked his warmth over her tongue, and she squeezed her cheeks to feel more of it.

Halfway down its length, its tip touched the back of her throat. She held it still with her hand and drew back her head until she reached the top, before going back down. Red hissed, and from his expression, she could tell it was from pleasure.

Slowly, she began to pump her head over his cock.

As Red watched her lips spread over his member, his body grew hot and his mind blank. A strange itch sprouted in his balls and his member, and it only grew as she increased her speed.

He felt something wanted to come out, but he held it, as he had no idea of what it was. But the feeling only kept growing, until he couldn't hold it in anymore. He hastily pushed Blondie away before he burst. His wet cock plopped out of her mouth and sprayed its whiteness all over her face.

She sat up in surprise and the last spray landed between her breasts. His prick throbbed in her hand for a few moments before it quiet, slowly beginning to soften. His face held a strange expression of satiation.

His release dribbled down her cheeks and fell on her breasts. With her finger, she picked up the dollop that had run down to her navel and put it in her mouth.

"Not bad," she said, tasting it. It had a weird texture, but she didn't mind the taste.

"You did want to eat it!" Red suddenly accused her.

"Don't be silly. Besides, I am sure you liked it," she retorted. "Here, you should try this," she said, picking more of his release and extending her finger to his lips.

"Eww..." he said, but nonetheless extended his tongue out. "Yuck," he spat out immediately.

"Your loss," she said, proceeding to eat the rest.

Watching her topless and licking her fingers soon made him stiff again. Watching his stiffness returned the frustration inside her. She had a strange need and had no idea of how to satisfy it. A need to be filled.

So, she just dove at him, wrapping her arms and legs around him in a hug. She needed to feel his skin. His arms wrapped around her nimble waist and she held him tightly. For a minute, she simply hugged him, feeling the warmth of his skin against hers, before holding his face between her hands and kissing him on the lips.

Not knowing what else to do, she let her animal instincts take over. She licked him, kissed him, and sucked on his lips, while his hands roamed over her skin under the cloak of her hair. They seemed eager to explore every inch of her skin and every little jut of her bones.

His hands soon found their way to the front and to her breasts. They were big and warm against her skin, and he wonderfully kneaded and massaged her curves, while lightly pinching her nipples in intervals. And whenever he pinched them, she let out a squeal of pleasure, sometimes right into his mouth while she kissed him.

Soon, they began grinding their hips against each other. Her leather skirt had now ridden up to her waist, and as she ground her groin into his, his prick moved her panty aside. She felt its length against her curls and her slit, and suddenly she knew what she wanted.

"Red," she breathed into his lips, looking into his feverish eyes. "I think I know where your penis is supposed to go."

"Where?" he panted.

"In my vagina."

His eyes widened in realization. It seemed so obvious, now.

Blondie sat back and made him pull off her skirt and panties in a hurry. She didn't give him a chance to admire her slit, pushing him down on his back and climbing on top of him. Pressing the dampness of her lower lips against his prick, she began rubbing herself. There was an urgency in her actions, and she could not slow down.

She took his member in her hand and rose up on one foot to line his head against her hole. But once she felt its width against her narrowness, she began to hesitate. She brushed it against herself and lightly pushed against it, but couldn't find the will to push it in.

"Let me do it," Red said.

"Huh?"

He rose up and pushed her down on her back, her mass of hair providing a soft blanket against the dusty floor. "Let me do it," he repeated, kissing her on the forehead.

She felt his hot heavy breath against her face, and she liked his weight on top of her. She nodded, spread her thighs, and gave him access.

Red took his member in his hand, lined it against her pussy, and gazed into her eyes. Slowly, he inserted himself into her. Her eyes widened as her vagina stretched to gobble up his tip.

"Slowly," she whispered.

Even Red could feel the tightness and he paused, feeling the warm and slick resistance against his member. He pulled out and pushed in again, repeating it until her walls began to ease. However, there was still a resistance that refused yield.

He searched her eyes, and she nodded. Slowly, he let his weight push his prick inside her.

Something tore lightly and she hissed. Red paused but she suddenly grabbed his butt and pulled him into herself. Her eyes watered lightly, but she finally felt full.

Unable to control himself, Red pressed his groin against hers, his red curls merging with her blonde. She relished the fullness inside her as he ground his hips, moving in slow, heavy rotations.

"Pump me!" she finally said, wrapping her arms under his shoulders.

Red placed his arms by her sides and obliged.

He began slowly and tenderly, but as she got used to his presence, he began to give her full and heavy thrusts.

She moaned and met each of his thrusts with her own, and he grunted, their voices echoing in the empty temple. As their movements and voices fell into a steady rhythm, their bodies lit up with a fire they had never felt before. It spread through their entirety, numbing their minds, and lighting up their senses.

Suddenly, the dam of pleasure that had been building up inside her, broke. Blondie wrapped her legs around him and shrieked at the top of her lungs as the dam came crashing down, drowning her in waves of pleasure.

Her release drenched his cock as her insides repeatedly spasmed over his length. Red fell into her breasts and let himself go, thrusting into her with each release, and filling her even more with thick streams of hot cum.

As their orgasms abated, they lay in each other's arms, tired, speechless, and satiated.

"What was that?" Red finally spoke in her ear, kissing it, and then giving it a tiny lick that made her giggle.

"I believe it is called 'fucking'," she told him sagely.

"Oh," he responded, continuing to shower her neck and ear with tiny fleeting kisses.

However, he suddenly seemed to realize something and sat up beside her. Blondie felt something dribble out of her slit, and onto the floor, after his retreat.

"Blondie!" he said, excitedly. "You had wings before! How did you bring them out?"

"I- I don't know," she responded, slightly disappointed that he didn't want to continue their conversation about what they had just done. "I've had a strange itch in my back, since the very first day. I didn't know until last night that it had something to do with wings.

"I don't know how to bring my wings out, though. I won't know until this strange emptiness in my scapulae gets filled."

"Oh... Do you think I can do it too?"

"I don't know. Do you have an itch in your back?"

"No."

"Then maybe not. It's possible that we're different beings... Not that I care."

His shoulders fell for a second before they perked up. "Watch my back," he said, balling up his fists and turning around. "Mmmmmmmm," he hummed, and she could see him grit his teeth as his face turned red.

She wanted to laugh, but she kept mum, taking more interest in watching his naked ass than his back. However, much to her surprise, two tiny red wings popped out of his scapulae. They slowly grew until they were both around two feet long. They were mostly a reddish-orange, gradually turning into white towards the tips.

Red continued to hum long after his wings stopped growing.

"Red!" Blondie cried.

"What?"

Blondie pointed at his wings.

"Oh nice! But why are they so small?"

Thud.

Something fell from the wooden beams of their ceiling, picking up the dust around them. Blondie and Red scrambled for their weapons.

"Most likely because you're an angel, who is not old enough to have full wings," answered a woman, standing upright and stepping towards them. She was half naked and in a feathered headdress. A pair of long, dark, purple wings protruded from her back.

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The End.

Author's thoughts: I know this story may not be super original, but my main intention was to write a female character who is likeable to both male and female audiences. I hope I was able to do that.

So, why would I write about a blonde hottie (a stock erotica character)? Well, my only defense is that I have a thing for blondes. As for Red-- I just love the color red. No, I don't have red hair.

Endnote: Blondie and Red are not your typical biblical kind of angels. To know more about them you can read my series 'When Angels Cum' (troll name -- I now call it The Azra-El series as I am now serious about it) or simply wait for me to write more of this, which may take a while. For now, this is the end. Think of it as a one shot until I decide to write more-- I need time and inspiration :P.

I apologize to anyone whose names matched with the antagonists. They were chosen randomly and had the misfortune of falling under my radar.

Happy Endings, I love 'em. But Holy Moly, that scene with Ryan turned out to be much darker than I anticipated. I always surprise myself with what I'm capable of as a writer-- I usually don't care much for dark stories.

Q&A

Q. What's up with you and transmigration stories?

A. I've no idea, but I do love the dumb trope. If done well, it creates a sense of mystery around the characters.

Q. If you have two moons, why not have two suns?

A. What can I say? I am a monogamist towards suns. Just kidding. I am a science guy, and know that having highly evolved life in binary star systems is highly unlikely. So, I can't suspend my disbelief and give my fantasy world two suns.

Q. Why would Blondie have such feelings for Red?

A. Attachment towards the first person you have in your memory? Love at first sight? She likes his attitude. Dependency. There can be any number of reasons.

Q. Why didn't Blondie speak to Albert or Kelly about Ryan? She could have prevented the entire debacle. Isn't she supposed to be smart?

A. She didn't know better. She is memory-wiped, she didn't know these people, and couldn't be sure whom she could trust.

Q. Why are there no kids in the village?

A. Family planning? They've taken precautions to not have children until they've ensured the safety of their survival. Simple as that.

Q. What's up with the childish male characters?

A. Well, Red is Blaze or at least a version of Blaze in an alternate reality/universe.

Q. Why does Red know the names of random creatures?

A. Maybe, in his previous life, he was a prehistoric animal nerd OR maybe he played too much of a game called ARK OR maybe there is something more to it.

Q. Why does he know how to fight so well?

A. Why does Blondie? My theory is that he was a prehistoric animal nerd who was punished for being too nerdy by being put into a gladiatorial ring and forced to fight death matches. Yep. That's the story I'm going with.

Q. How old are Blondie and Red?

A. In human age, Blondie looks ~19/20. Red a year or so younger.