Celestial Fall - Chapter 1-4 - Sex Stories

Celestial Fall - Chapter 1-4

... from the baby. She reaches the baby and kneels down looking at him. She was drawn to his eyes first they were striking the irises were black but had red ribbons running through them she gasps again when he turns those eyes on her like they were staring into her soul. She felt her world turn upside down tears started running down her face as she slowly picks up the baby. The hole in her heart was gone and she never beyond a shadow of a doubt this was a gift from the gods and they had heard her prayers. As she turns to walk back she notices that she is standing on the path back to her home and knew that the wisps had moved her. She finishes the trek home and laughs happily as she brings her son home for the first time. Chapter Two Passed on to the elders of Isima After The Eternal Death had vanished from our world. We were summoned to the holy temple. Our Goddess, Isima the Goddess of Charity, came before us and posed the question to the elders how does a god beg for forgiveness? She told a tale of 13 of the gods joining together and trapping Death. She would not tell which gods only that she was wondering how they would ask for forgiveness if he were to come back. How does one ask for true forgiveness? Elder Parch – 253 DD I was standing high in tarn tree, my bow out and ready, looking for my prey. ‘It is a pain’ I curse myself for getting into this bet. The snap of a twig brought my attention around. I smile to myself as a Green Stag steps out into the clearing up wind of ...

... me. ‘13 meters out’ I judge the distance carefully. Slowly I draw the bowstring back to my ear, on the string one of my special handmade red arrows. Taking a deep breath, I slowly exhale letting the arrow fly. My eyes follow the fetching of my arrow as it streaks through the forest. The stag falters upon impact and takes a couple steps before tripping falling down. Chuckling I quickly climb down the tree, before running off toward the Stag. Making it to the clearing I notice two men standing over the stag smiling and chuckling to themselves. Stepping from the treeline I cough “Do you need some help or were you admiring my kill?” I ask slowly. The men turn and look me up and down. Looking over the men slowly. I notice one with a scar under his eye looking like he is in charge and the other with crooked nose. Both men are dressed haggardly. The one with the scar steps forward and says “You must be mistaken Young One. My friend here is the one that killed the Stag.” Looking over them with a straight face, my emotions disappearing in an instant. Sniffing the wind I notice the scents around us and nod to myself. “No Gentlemen the Stag is mine. The arrow in his heart proves it. Your arrow isn’t near anything vital.” The men look at each other and I notice “The Nose” slowly moving his hand to his sword. “I wouldn’t do that you two this is a very dangerous place to be right now and …” I started to say. Stepping to the side I dodge as the two men slash at me with their swords. ‘Barely a ...