Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever - Sex Stories

Sage of the Forlorn Path's "I dream of angels" AKA my fav story ever

... “Do you remember anything?” I asked. She closed her eyes and was silent for several moments. A look of worry crossed her face as she replied, “I don’t know.” After everything I had seen, this did surprise me a little. Ok, so the situation was 99% perfect… “Are you sure?” I asked. She was silent for a few more moments. “Wait, I remember… my name. My name is Angel, I think.” She said anxiously. I smiled at her realization, she was real. “Who are you? Where am I?” She asked. “My name is Marcus. And don’t worry, you’re safe. You’re in my home. I found you outside, you slammed on my door and cried for help. You’re lucky I was here.” I said. What was I supposed to tell her, that she had somehow materialized out of thin air because I dreamt her up? “Now, how do you feel? You don’t look hurt.” I inquired. “I feel fine, just tired. Thank you for saving me. I can tell that you are truly kind just by touching you.” She said, holding my hands tightly. I could feel my face becoming red in embarrassment. Holy shit, she really was an angel. “Are you hungry?” I asked. She nodded. “Alright, I’ll get you something to eat.” As I stood turned away from her, I could hear her try to get up. “Did you undress me?” She asked. I turned around and saw her holding the blanket over her bare breasts. “No, I found you that way. Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you or anything. Your safety was the only thought on my mind.” I said. “Do you promise?” She asked. “Yes.” I said with my voice raspy. Several seconds ...

... passed where the girl stared into my eyes, and I stared into hers. Finally, she smiled. “I believe you.” She said softly. She stood up and I quickly stopped her. “You need to rest.” I murmured. “Please don’t leave me.” She said. I gave a small but warm smile. “Very well, whatever makes you happy.” I said. ‘Logical response to having amnesia: She’s in completely new surroundings, so she is trying to find something familiar, or at least something that makes her feel safe and happy. I was the first thing she saw when she opened her eyes, and she wants to stay close to whatever seems even remotely familiar, even if we only met a minute ago. She needs something to cling to.’ I thought to myself. With the blanket and my arm wrapped around her, we walked into the kitchen with me holding her up. After her experience, I didn’t want to risk her not being able to support her own weight. We walked into the kitchen and I sat her down in a chair at the island table. “Is soup ok?” I asked. “Yes please.” She said. She was starting to fell better. I filled a pot with one of the large jugs of water my family had saved for the loss of power and put it on the stove. While it did require a match to compensate for the loss of the electric start, I was able to get it going without trouble. With the water heating up, I turned to Angel. She had a small smile and it was reflected on me. “You don’t remember anything… but you know what soup is?” I asked. A look of confusion crossed her face. “I didn’t ...