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

... her face. Blood devoid of DNA and amniotic fluid… so she hadn’t just materialized in my bed, she had actually been born. I walked over and wrapped my hand around hers. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to let them separate us Angel, I promise.” I said. As my parents signed the custody papers, Angel and I sat in the car, just enjoying being close to each other. I could tell that she was happy about having a home to go to. Both Angel and I knew that eventually she would become a permanent member of the family, even after the police had performed their investigation. “I don’t have to stay, do I? If I have to waste my time, I’d rather it not be in the freezing cold.” I said dryly to the police. I was standing with a squad of cops at the edge of the woods behind my house. The dense forest went for miles and it was the only direction Angel could have come from if she was found at the back door. Without even looking, I could sense her watching us from the windows. “We need to make sure that you aren’t lying and maybe destroyed some evidence.” One cop said. Next to him was a bloodhound. “Look around, Mother Nature destroyed your evidence. A monster truck could have rolled through here and all and you wouldn’t know it.” I said as one of the cops pulled out one of the towels I had used to clean off Angel when she was in my bed. He held it up to the bloodhounds and the dogs immediately began moving towards the house. They seemed confused as they sniffed the ground, unable to pick up the ...

... slightest scent other than the slight trace up that the house from Angel. I certainly didn’t expect them to find any traces of her, and I had to hide my relief when they finally gave up. “Feel free to search the area. But if you need me, I’ll be with someone who needs me more.” I said before turning around and walking away. Angel and I stood in the guestroom, it was the early afternoon and the house was empty. My dad was at work, my brother was at a friend’s house, and my mom and sister were out shopping for clothes for Angel to wear while she stayed with us. The cops had quickly left, unable to find any evidence to confirm or deny my story, but they would eventually come back. “Now, this is your room.” I said. I looked at her and could tell that she was very tired. “You should get some rest, you had a long night and woke up early.” I said as I placed my hand on her shoulder. A small smile crossed her face. “I am tired, but I slept so well last night. I think it’s because you were with me. Will you stay with me again?” She asked. “Of course.” I whispered, feeling like I was finally on the right path. With the shades drawn to keep the room dark, we both climbed into the bed and I put my arm around her. Underneath the blankets, our bodies pressed together like two puzzle pieces, I felt so warm and comfortable that my eyelids suddenly weighed as much a pair of dumbbells. “Marcus?” Angel murmured. I could only hum in reply. “I think I remember something.” She said sleepily. My eyes ...