Mighty of an Angel

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

The young knight stumbled back to his inn as he took another swig of his bottle of ale. He droopy smile on his face as he took off his heavy armor til he was just in his black undergarments. He set his satchel down on the night stand a little harder than normal, causing some gold and a peculiar looking necklace to fall to the floor. No matter as Allias had already collapsed onto the warm soft bed. Why had he drunk himself into a stupor? Well it was a day of celebration!

Allias had spent the last 2 years of his life as a wandering adventurer, or as he called it, a knight for hire. Once he turned 18, the young man used all of his savings to buy a basic knight armor set and signed up at a local inn to be an adventurer. Taking up odd jobs from the inn to earn coin and higher ranking to get better jobs to earn more coin. No one had told him however that lower jobs didnt pay that much. Meaning he had to save even harder to upgrade his own gear. However, all of that has finally paid off as of tonight, he and his temporary guild has just returned from slaying their first dragon! A huge step that has earned Allias alot of respect and money already!

The 20 yr didnt even really bother to get under the covers. Just sleeping face down on the pillow, leaving himself in his tiny black boxers. His surprisingly large bottom facing the ceiling as he started to drift to sleep. While he was falling a sleep, there was a faint glow coming from his room. The green emerald necklace he had swiped from the dragon's lair hummed slightly. A phenomenon that the young knight ignored as he fell asleep.

[Tangerine]

Although still rare enough to be of value, many artefacts existed down on earth, waiting to be found by meandering wanderers. Among those objects, the enchanted ones were the most difficult to deal with and archive safely. One could never be sure what kind of strange magic was put in them for what whimsical effect. Imbuing demon-summoning spells, for instance, was a difficult practice that required great expertise. People still worked up a sweat for it because they loved making shady deals with demons and more. Apparently, artefacts that summoned angels too existed.

While straightening her body, Mercy pulled her white knickers up her fair legs. Under the lace trimmed skirt of her ivory dress, she adjusted the cheeky undergarment further. “Huh?” Finally, she realised that she wasn't home, but in a sorry looking room. Human world, it seemed to be. And the smell of liquor told her clearly that this was no holy place. “Oh this was my off day..” The angel talked to herself. An unintentional call, probably.

Like the ones in her cheeks, dimples appeared above her caramel eyebrows as she frowned. No warning, no invitation, not even a ‘welcome fair angel.’ Only a random guy in his briefs. Squinting, she started tapping a bare foot against the floor. The soft thuds turned into clacks as a white pair of boots magically materialised on her feet.

“Hey!” Soft and large, her wings too appeared in her back. She flapped them once before letting them disappear again. It created a gust of wind to flip him over, since she didn't want to speak to the human’s large tush. “Ahem..”

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

Now one may ask the knight how he acquired such a rare and beautiful artifact. Especially one that held such amazing power! Truth be told, adventuring didnt pay that well. Especially when Allias had to be paired up with a guild for a quest, which was often. So the young knight built up a habit of sneaking a few nick knacks here and there and selling them separately to the store keeps. Helped him earn that little extra which was needed. Clearly he wasnt expecting this..

Even in the deep depths of his alcohol induced slumber, he could tell there was a presence in his room. A presence that made him feel oddly virtuous and strong. Hearing a soft feminine voice call him mixed with the gust of wind finally got the knight to wake up and look to see who was calling him.

Despite just being a sleep, the knight was far from ugly. His muscular body was covered in occasional scratches and wounds. Souvenirs from the many battles he fought in. His matte black hair was wild and unkept. Looking like a nest as he rubbed his eyes and looked at the mighty being infront of him

"Am...Am I still dreaming?" He asked in a daze, not bothering to cover up as he starred at the beautiful angel "Who might you be? I dont recall going to my with anyone last night....Unless I REALLY drank too much" he chuckled

[Tangerine]

Fighting demons, safeguarding the gates of heavens, angelic research, and worship administration.. Her designated job was none of those prideful ones sadly. It was down on earth, rather. Dealing with humans, pardoning registered sins. Utterly boring and painfully lowly. Mercy always thought so at least, envying other angels with more respectable commissions. Considered it unfair even, that they got to do real angel stuff up there while she worked across the human world. In short, she didn't really care all that much what kind of hero’ing this one must have done to lay his hands on an artefact that could summon her kind. She just didn't like dealing with humans that much.

“Oh, you wish..” crossing her arms across her heavenly bust, she elected to brush off the implication that he might have had sex with an angel. “Well I'm Mercy. A clemency agent.” Pulling out a chair, the only one in this humble place, she sat at the round little table in the room. A beam of light pierced through the ceiling, falling upon the wooden furniture to form an ornate book with silver pages. A quill too appeared next to it. “Hm… Drinking too much…” She was quick to start writing. “Hitting on an officer… Inappropriate innuendos… Possession of possibly restricted magical items…” she closed the book then. Sharply so. “And so on and so forth. You’ll have to answer for those obviously.”

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

(Sorry about the late reply. My job was kicking my ass leading up to Christmas)
Throughout his two years of adventuring, Allias had heard mention of angels. Powerful beings that demanded the respect of any that gazed at their mere presence. He also recalled how beautiful and magestic these beings were. However it’s one thing to hear about, and another to actually see. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was certainly an eye catching creature. And that dress of hers made the knight think of some not so holy thoughts. Unfortunately for him, he was so caught up with her appearance that it seemed to slip past him that the angel was a little less than happy to actually be here. “Mercy, that’s a lovely name. I’m Allias. Pleased to meet you. Also, what do you mean, clemency agent?” The young man asked as he stood up in his bed, trying to offer the angel a handshake.

However before he even could, that bright light that seemingly appeared from nowhere caused him to shield his eyes. Clearly he was still a bit groggy from being woken up from his booze induced nap. Allias listened to Mercy read off his rap sheet, the sharp slam of the book causing him to jump slightly. “Wait, hold on a moment. I’m trying to still wrap my head around the fact that an actual angel is standing before me. What do you mean, answer for those? I’m sorry if I came across too strong earlier” He stated, his mind quickly sobering up as he saw her folded arms across her rather large bust.

[Tangerine]

“An agent of heavens’ justice. I grant you little sinners clemency,” she elaborated more on her job, even though it should have been self explanatory. Other than that, she hadn't expected to work that day. Though, her me-time was obviously interrupted by a haphazard summoning; hence, the frustration she felt and didn't shy from expressing.

“Well I'm not dying to be in this dreadful place either,” she answered, while his sins still needed a different kind of answering. There was already some talk up above the clouds that Mercy enjoyed lazing about more than she should have. She would hate to fan the flames by postponing her duties on top of that. So it had to be now and prompt. “Hm. Given that you don't seemingly mind greeting an angel on duty with your tush, it’d be fitting to revolve your penalty around it.” Mercy nodded. Conveniently, there was a quite common method of punishment that specifically focused on the wrongdoer’s bottom.

A spanking then. Mhm. Splendid. She didn’t know how hard it should really be though. “And don’t pretend you don’t know what I’m talking about.” The fair angel got up. Boots clacking, she walked around the table and sat on it. Her thighs kissed each other as she crossed her legs. She adjusted her skirt too of course, so that it would not fail to keep covering half of her thighs. Or maybe one third? The accompanying wriggling added a bit of motion to her cleavage. Inevitably. Of course, ogling would be another sin that would potentially demand more severity. “Well I’ll spank you, you see.”

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

"Ah, I see.." Allias groaned as he rubbed his head. Still confused by this entire situation. While the young knight wasnt expecting this situation to happen; it was clear that between the two of them that Allias didnt mind all too much. Not every day a young man wakes up to a literal pinnacle of beauty standing by the foot of his bed.

"I mean I understand that this place isnt exactly a castle but its far from a dump" Allias retorted. It was a fairly average dormitory for adventurers. It wasnt eye catching by any means, but after a long hard day of questing, the dorms offered a plate of hot food and a nice bed which was better than most. "Wait a minuet. Its not like I purposefully wanted to show you my ass ok? I wasnt expecting to have anyone over. You were the one who showed up uninvited! " The knight stated. Wanting to set the record state from his perspective.

Allias normally wasnt the type to ogle at attractive women. Wanting to give them respect and all. However Mercy seemed to make this all the more difficult thanks to her attire. That thin white dress hardly leaving anything to the imagination. Along with the angel making slight adjustments, every moment she made captivated Allias. So much so that it barely registered that his large rear would be at her mercy. "A spanking...." he muttered

Perhaps it was the guilt he felt of being a bit too forward with the angel. Maybe it was because he had recognized that she had a point in regards to him being a bit too sinful. Or maybe he was so drunk that the thought of going over a beautiful woman's lap greatly appealed to him. Regardless, the 20 yr old eventually found himself complying. Getting up from bed and slowly bending over Mercy's lap. Allowing his round boxer clad rear to return to her view once more.

[Tangerine]

(Oh.. Unless I've missed it somehow, I believe I didn't get a notification for this. Glad I checked. Sorry.)

In case it might suddenly look like a better place than it was, Mercy glanced across the room. Well, it didn't. A tavern wasn't exactly the kind of place that suited fair angels. “It is tho! A dumpster, alright.” she insisted, leaning in for extra emphasis. “I could have been praying, or shaving my legs, or dressing up after bath!” Although she didn't look less fair than other angels, sometimes she came across as a black sheep. Through occasional outbursts, it kinda showed. “Actually, I was doing the last.”

Considering their communication so far, she wasn’t expecting him to throw himself over her lap so quickly. “Hey, not on this flimsy table tho!” Hearing the table legs creak, she exclaimed. His large tush couldn't have been that light. Having a shapely one herself, she feared the poor table might not be able to support them all. “And who said it’ll be over my lap?” she asked. While at it, and when he was in a convenient position for it, Mercy quickly tucked her fingers into the back of the waistband.

“Alright, here's the plan, lil’treasure hunter. This goes down…” In one swoop, Mercy yanked his briefs all the way down, rendering him utterly naked. He seemed to have a nice, juicy bottom. Had he had worked at the tavern, he probably could have got some tips from women patrons. Well some guys would do too. “You’ll get up, and wait for me to do the same.” Aiming at the left cheek, she gave him a good smack. “Then, you’ll sit here again. Lift your legs. And let me work on.. this.” Her fingers tightened on the right bun. She squeezed him. “Did you get that, sir?” And soon spanked him again.

[That_Guy_With_The_Fandoms]

(No big deal, happens to the best of us. Also my bad, just havent had the energy to respond to longer rps in a while. Feel better now)

Despite his drunken nature, the young knight couldnt help but frown at the mention of the Inn being a dump. Sure it wasnt the best looking but after 2 long years of living here, Allias had come to find this place as his home. Taking that into account, he was surprised with this divine interaction. He figured most angels wouldnt care about where they were called to much. He also didnt expect them to act so damn bratty either. "Hmm, seems like we were both caught in a state of undress huh?" He said, realizing this was a little awkward for both.

As he laid over the angel's soft thighs, it took every ounce of will power he had to not let himself get too aroused. The angel felt just as heavenly as she looked. Given her riled up state, he didnt want to make things any more difficult than it was for her. "Im sorry you just made it seem like-" before he could say another word, Allias felt his thin boxers be tugged down. His twin pale orbs bouncing with joy at their new found freedom. This made his own mission worse as her thighs felt even better now that there wasnt that layer of protection. However he still managed to not let his thoughts sink too far into lust....for the most part.

"Ah. Alright, alright. I understand ma'am..." the 20 yr old groaned as his bare bottom was smacked. Each slight spank caused the orbs to bounce and wobble. If this adventuring thing didnt pay off he did have a bright future as a tavern servant. Following the angel's instructions he stood up from her lap. Keeping one hand over his own jewels to try and be modest as he laid his back on the bed. Lifting his legs up, he laid there, muscular thighs, round bottom, and everything in between completely exposed to the angel.

[Tangerine]

Hopefully, there wasn't more cream on her already creamy thighs when he left her lap as a bottomless adventurer. Tipsy or not, it seemed he still cared about his nakedness. Along with a sigh, she rolled her eyes as he attempted to cover his privates. “I’m an angel you know,” Mercy stated. “Thou do want not a fig leaf before me.” Her fair bum slid off the table as she got to her feet. After that, she didn't feel the need to repeat her instruction.

One ivory boot tapped against the floor. Mercy wasn't known for her patience after all. Thankfully, she didn't need to wait too long, and he didn't question her orders before assuming the position she wanted him to. “I trust a guy who hunts for rare artefacts can keep his legs more straight than this?” Her eyes roamed him between the tush and feet while assessing his stance. “Soles looking at the ceiling, chop-chop” she instructed further. If it proved too difficult for him, she could have potentially asked mother nature to grow some strings of pearls to cascade from above.

“Alright, that looks fine,” Mercy said when she was happy with his position. Now, his first sin. Since she’d written a bunch of those in her holy notebook, she couldn't quite recall what was supposed to come first. (Or I'm just too lazy to read previous posts.) “First, your little drinking problem.” The angel stood beside him. Her palm rose behind his upturned bum. She pulled it back and swung it in. Somewhere around the centre or his wide tush, she slapped him across. “Have anything to say about it then?” Two more quick smacks. One for the left cheek. One for its equally large sister. “Have anything now?”