Miracle on Slutty 4th Street Ch. 08

"What do you mean?" he asked. At this, her warm smile dissipated as she got a bit more serious.

"There's a war coming, Tim," she began. "You don't know it yet, as they are very good at keeping things under wraps. I won't get into too many details now, but what is absolutely undeniable is that there's a darkness that's spreading, a pall that's slowly enveloping the world. And I need your help to stop it."

"Wait... wait..." Tim stammered, as this woman told him he was suddenly part of a war. This was like something out of a movie. "Let's... let's start over." He was tripping over his words, and she smiled patiently as he took in everything she had said. "And forgive me if I have some questions here..." she smiled again at this. "So... you're... you're an angel?" She nodded again, confirming his question.

"No wings, though," she joked, looking down her bare back. "That's the stuff of stories, I'm afraid."

"So... you're an angel... on Earth," he began. "How long have you been here?"

"Not long," she replied. "There are too many prying eyes to make our presence widely known. It's a shameful day that the forces of the divine have to hide in the shadows while the sinners live in the light."

"And that was you singing?" he asked.

"Yes," she replied, smiling coyly, as if she had been caught doing something she wasn't supposed to. It was... cute.

"And... if you don't mind me asking..." he began. "Why are you naked?"

"Oh... this?" she asked, looking down at herself, as if she hadn't even registered that being naked was a problem. "Me and my brethren come down here in our purest form," she said, and something registered as off with that statement with Tim. Did an angel's purest form include a landing strip? He stopped himself from voicing it. If this was true and she was a real angel, he didn't want his first question to be about the hair around her vagina. Luckily, she kept talking not allowing him the chance to put his foot in his mouth. "With the stakes as high as they are, mere trivialities like clothing don't matter."

"Aren't you cold?" Tim asked. She shook her head.

"I'm fine..." she explained, smiling warmly. "The cold... I love it. It makes me feel alive..." she said, trailing off, looking off into the distance. That being said, compared to the walk through the woods, it wasn't quite as bitingly cold here in this area. It was strangely both freezing cold and warm at the same time, a sensation that was hard to describe.

"And why did you lead me out here?" he asked.

"There are prying eyes everywhere. More than you know," she explained. "If the wrong people find me... it could be... disastrous."

"What is this place?" Tim asked.

"This is where we live while we're at work. A place that no one can find unless they are shown. A place where we can't be intruded upon," she stated.

"And what's your name?" he asked.

"Oh, sorry," she replied, smiling. "You can call me Isabelle."

"So, Isabelle," Tim began. "What do you need?" At this, she paused and stepped forward so she was standing next to him on the edge of pond. She looked gorgeous, the snow falling in her hair, a snow angel standing in the forest. In this otherworldly place, she was the thing that stood out. Sure, her massive, fleshy tits jiggled with every move she made, which made her REALLY stand out, but that wasn't important at a time like this.

"The world has become a darker place, Tim," Isabelle said cryptically, standing next to the married man, his gaze following hers as they looked over the icy pond. "I'm sure you've noticed it as well. Dark forces are at work, spreading across the planet, seizing people's minds and hearts, corrupting them. Using them for their own dark designs like puppets. Only the purest of forces can stop them. Of justice and peace and trust, but most importantly, the forces of love."

"Okay..." he said, a bit confused. She turned to look at him with purpose in her eyes.

"People have strayed farther from the light, Tim. They've embraced the darkness, and what purity there once was in love has been tainted and corrupted and turned into something twisted and disgusting. People nowadays, in the bedroom, doing such vile things and saying such truly awful words to each other, not for the sake of love, but for sick, disgusting, lustful pleasure..."

"Yeah, it's really messed up, what people are doing," Tim said, looking away, hoping that this angel hadn't been watching him during his time with Esmerelda.

"All that dark, disgusting behavior is what's corrupting this world, slowly but surely..." Isabelle said. "What the world needs is a... counterweight... to that bad behavior. If the world is slowly being poisoned by such vile things, then the natural defense against it would be a superior expression of pure, divine love..."

"Yeah?" Tim said, not following.

"I, being from..." she paused and looked up to the heavens above. "It is my duty to spread love and purity as much as I can. And you, being from a family of old blood, makes your influence stronger than you know. Together, we can do our part to turn the tide of this war towards its proper outcome, as my sisters do the same throughout the world."

"And what do you have in mind?" he asked. She paused and gave him a coy smile.

"Well, it might sound a bit unusual for me to be asking this of you, but..." she paused again. "I need you to lay with me tonight." Those words hung in the air for a bit.

"Wait... what?" Tim asked, shaking his head. What was she saying?

"I need you to... lay with me, Tim," she repeated again, but the message wasn't clear enough. "The most pure act of love takes place during lovemaking between two people that love each other very much. And while we don't share those same feelings, my divinity and your bloodline will make the act even more potent than it would be normally."

"Wait, you're asking me for... sex?" He said that last word quietly, not sure if he was catching her drift. That being said, he couldn't help but look at her perfect body again and feel a small thrill course through him.

"Yes," she said, nodding and smiling up at him hopefully.

"Um... Isabelle... I'm married, you know?" he replied, holding up his wedding band.

"I understand completely," she said. "I wouldn't be asking you to do such a thing if it wasn't of such grand importance. And, to be perfectly honest... because we face such trying times, some sacrifices have to be made for the greater good. In such occasions as this, we are forced to do things we wouldn't normally do."

"Wait..." Tim said, hung up on the logic of her request. "Wouldn't me cheating on my wife be a sin in the eyes of..." he paused and glanced up to the heavens in the same way she did. She smiled sadly at this.

"Well, it's the people who evaluate the sinners that are asking you to make this small sacrifice for the greater good. Trust me, they won't hold it against you," she assured him.

"Isabelle, I don't know..." he said, looking away. He couldn't actually do this... right?

"Tim..." she began, taking a step closer to him, her massive knockers jiggling as she did so. "Marriage is a vital, important thing. When two people love each other, that bond is what strengthens this world! You and Vivian, your bond carries on the wind and joins the rest, shielding this world from the darkness. And doing this wouldn't weaken that shield, it will only strengthen it! There are great dangers up ahead for all of us, Tim, including you. Including your wife. Including the children you two will have together. This concerns all of you!"

Tim shook his head, still unsure.

"I understand your hesitance, Tim," she said, reaching and grabbing his hand between hers. Her hands were cool as they held his. "You love your wife! That much is obvious. And you don't want to cheat on her. But you're not cheating! Your heart is still with her. Your loyalty is for her. This... what I'm proposing, is not some lurid, sinful, wicked act, an act based on sin. It is something beautiful! It is the ultimate beauty of humanity. Lovemaking! Our bodies intertwined. Your head resting on my breast. Your manhood contained lovingly in my womanhood. My core. My sex! It won't be a lustful, disgusting act. It will be pure. Gentle. Clean. Beautiful!" She looked up at him, smiling brightly.

Now, Isabelle's almost puritanical description of sex wasn't exactly ticking any boxes for him, as he preferred to think of sex as more of a fun, filthy good time as opposed to viewing it as beautiful, chaste lovemaking. Even with Viv, she was the type of woman where if he called their sex lovemaking, she'd be kinda skeeved out. But, the fact that Isabelle was so freaking gorgeous, and her body was so incredible... that was enough to keep him listening, despite the insanity of everything. But it still wasn't enough to win him over.

"Isabelle..." he began, the apprehension in his voice obvious. At this, at seeing that her declaration about the offer of beautiful, pure lovemaking wasn't enough to win him over, her face dropped. That was enough of an answer for her.

"I see..." she said, turning away from the married man and taking a few steps away along the edge of the pond, her perfect, bare ass now facing him. "It's a shame where the world is these days. A divine being can descend from the heavens and make an offer so pure and without malice that there is no reason not to do it, yet still be denied. That a man would require a woman to humiliate and degrade herself and behave like a harlot to make herself appealing to him."

"No! It's... it's not that at all," he said. "If anything, that makes me believe that you're telling the truth even more. It's just... I'm married, and I can't live with myself if I were to cheat on her." Isabelle turned back to face him, smiling sadly at him.

"That's why you're a good man, Tim," she said. "And that's why I came to you, because only someone possessing such a good heart is capable of flipping the world back to where it's supposed to be. And only someone with your strength of character could handle what I've asked of you and know that a small personal sacrifice might be required for the greater good. I could have asked your brothers, but neither are as strong as you are."

This was the first time someone had ever looked at him as being in any way better than his two brothers. Dan was this great, successful, intelligent family man, and Frank was this noble cop. Tim was the little brother. The dummy. The fuck-up. So, for him to hear from her that he possessed a strength that neither of his brothers did made his heart swim with affection for her. He really wanted to help Isabelle.

"I can try to make this as easy as possible for you..." Isabelle said, her expression sad as she tried to make her offer one last time. "Whatever you need to do to make this easier for you is okay with me. If you need to imagine your wife in my place, that's fine. I understand. Although... I think we do look a bit different..." she said, glancing down at herself, guiding his eyes downwards.

Yeah, that was putting it lightly. Viv had dark hair, Isabelle had blonde hair. Viv had an olive complexion, Isabelle's was creamy and smooth. His wife had a small, cute butt. But Isabelle had a round, firm, shapely ass. And, most notably, Vivian had a nice set of C-cups. But Isabelle... she had those massive watermelons on her chest. It would be hard to mix up these two women up.

He looked up into her eyes as she looked up at him hopefully.

"I want to help, Isabelle, I really do, but..." At this, she simply nodded.

"I get it," she said, resigned. "You know... a group of us watched out for candidates. And they all were saying that Frank would be the guy. He's a father, so he understands sacrifice. He's a cop, so he understands heroism, But I fought for you. I thought you had potential to be something greater. But... I guess I was wrong. All this work was for... nothing, I guess. We get so few opportunities to reach out when we can't be caught, but..." Isabelle then paused and looked up. "I understand, Tim. I admire the strength and loyalty you have for your wife. But, it seems like this is where we part ways. I wish you best of luck in the future. Just head back out through the crevasse and keep walking straight, and you'll end up back home. Have a wonderful Christmas." The angel then turned away and began walking away, walking around the edge of the pond.

Tim nodded and began to slowly trudge away. He felt like he should be relieved for having stood up for his marriage and values, but he felt hollow. He almost felt cowardly for not helping. He had been come to for help, and he had refused the call. Sure, he did it for good reasons, but... it still felt like he'd done the wrong thing. An angel had sought him out specifically in her moment of need, absolutely desperate. Instead, when she needed help the most, he'd let her down. He couldn't imagine how crushed she must be.

He glanced back at the angel, looking to confirm his suspicions. She still had her back to him as she stood on the edge of the pond. Her head was down, still no doubt crestfallen by his unwillingness to help. Through their whole conversation, she had seemed strong and confident and full of hope. Now, standing naked in the snow, her arms held close to her sides as if for warmth, hands clasped in front of her, her bare skin looking so cold it was almost blue, she had never looked more defeated. He imagined she was crying, tears falling from those stunning eyes of hers, down her nose, falling either onto the snow or onto those massive tits of hers...

No! He had to stop himself from thinking like that. She was an angel! A being of purity and light! He couldn't focus on her massive, perfect breasts, no matter how amazing they were. He couldn't think about that single tear slowly traversing along the smooth, immaculate slope of her gigantic boobs, maybe catching on one of those mouthwatering pink nipples of hers... no! He had to clear these thoughts away.

His eyes tried to focus on what was real and not his disobedient thoughts, but unfortunately, what was exposed to his eyes was this angel's perfect naked form from behind. Despite his resolve, he couldn't help but let his eyes drift downwards, to the perfect round cheeks of her rear end, the ass that had led him into the depths of the woods and to this snowy tableau. He thought he was only taking a passing glance, but his eyes remained glued to the blonde's juicy, heart-shaped ass for an extended period of time. He was damn near hypnotized by the sight. The mouthwatering firm cheeks of her perfectly-shaped ass arrested his vision, and he couldn't look away. So perfect... so juicy. Standing in the cold, an ass like that looked as warm and inviting as can be...

Looking at this heartbroken angel, realizing he still hadn't walked away, he couldn't help but reconsider his choice. Maybe... maybe he shouldn't leave. Maybe he should follow his heart. Despite making what seemed like the right choice, it all just felt so wrong.

He mindlessly took a few tentative steps towards the exit as he thought things over, as if trying to talk himself out of the decision he had made before it was too late. Her earlier words resonated with him. If someone came to Frank for help, he wouldn't refuse the call. He'd jump into action. He'd be the hero. And Tim, he'd always be the doofus. The little brother. He'd never be the hero. Unless...

"Wait!" he called out, turning back as he neared the entrance to this winter clearing. Her head raised up slightly, but she didn't look back at him. Having her attention, and filled with resolve, he found his words. "I'll do it!"

Isabelle turned back and turned to face him, her huge naked boobs swaying as she did so. Instantaneously full of life and vigor again, standing up straight, any traces of hypothermic blue in her exposed flesh gone, she spoke up.

"What?" she replied, her face lighting up, any traces of tears gone, as if they were never even there.

"I'll do it," he repeated.

"Seriously?" she replied, a smile forming on her beautiful face.

"Yes..." he stated, nodding, stepping towards her. "For the greater good... I'll step up. I'll do it." At this, she grinned wide, beyond pleased.

"I knew it!" she said. "I knew there was a hero inside of you!" If he had any doubts, her worshipful tone erased them. He walked towards her, boots crunching in the snow. At the same time, she glided through the snow with ease, till they were standing near each other at the edge of the pond once again. Standing close again, he paused, the sudden awkwardness of knowing what was about to happen hitting him.

"So... what now?" he asked tentatively.

"Oh. Well... we're going to do it right here," she said, gesturing towards the spot where the edge of the pond jutted into it somewhat. "That will be the perfect altar for our lovemaking."

"Okay," he said, bristling at that word but ignoring that feeling. "So, how do we start?"

"Alright, so first, you have to take off your clothes," she said. "I hope I don't have to teach you how to do everything!" she joked with a big grin.

"No, it's just..." he began. "It's awful cold, isn't it?"

"Oh, that. I forget about these things sometimes..." she said. "Don't worry. This place is... special. You'll be protected from the cold. A man like you won't freeze here. You'll actually find it comfortable. So... get started. As you can see... I'm all ready to go."

"Oh... okay..." he said, before reaching up and pulling his coat off. As he pulled it off, she reached out to take it from him, folding it up and setting it down nearly on a nearby tree stump. He kept at it, pulling off the heavy sweater he had on and bracing for the cold to hit his exposed skin. But once the sweater was off, and he was standing there in a thin t-shirt, he was surprised to find the temperature was... comfortable. He could still tell it was cold, but it wasn't affecting him. Seeing him figure this out, she smiled.

"Told you..." she said, grinning.

He proceeded to nervously pull off the rest of his clothing. He tossed his shirt off and, with the help of the blonde angel, pulled off his boots and socks. It felt strange to step barefoot in the snow, and much like the chill air on his exposed skin, he could feel the cold, but it seemed distant. It didn't affect him in any way. Standing in front of him, Isabelle watched as the married man nervously undid his jeans, lowering them till they fell down his legs and into the snow. Stepping away from them, clad only in his tight boxer briefs, he reached down and grabbed his jeans and tossed them on top of the stump with the rest of his clothing. He hooked his fingers into the hem of his briefs and paused, looking up at the angel. He hadn't done anything like this with anyone besides Viv in years, and he was rightfully nervous. He hoped to find some comfort with the kind-hearted blonde angel, but her eyes weren't on his. Her eyes were locked straight on his crotch, and the weapon he was packing. An odd thing for angel to be doing, he thought, but maybe she was just focused on the task at hand. Exhaling and shrugging his shoulders, he yanked his underwear down, exposing himself to a woman other than his wife for the first time in years.

Luckily for him, he had nothing to be ashamed of.

The cold wasn't affecting him down there either. Tim was a handsome man, sure, but he might not be the most successful. Or the smartest. But he had a good dick, and that always made him popular with women. A hefty nine inches long, thick and smooth and meaty, it always got the job done. And when it was in action mode, throbbing hard, thick as can be, coated with his partner's glistening sex-juices as he pounded away at her, more than one of those women said the mere sight of it at that stage was enough to send them over the edge. On top of that, he had a pair of impressive balls, round and full, supplying his dick with the vital cum it needed. And it paid off, as Tim could fire off a fucking gallon of cum if he was worked up enough. Esmerelda was really into that, always coaxing him into filling her up with the stuff, in whatever hole she wanted. Sometimes, she would spend an entire day teasing him, flirting with him, driving him insane with lust, knowing how charged up he would get. Knowing that her teasing would end with her on her knees as he coated her face and tits with his thick, creamy seed. She was the last girl who could really take him to his limits like that, but Viv was into it too. Seeing her face light up with an impressed glint as he coated her belly and chest with streams of his jizz always sent a thrill through him. And now his fully loaded weapon was totally hard again, exposed to this naked blonde angel.