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“The pilot is having a heart attack.” Those are the last words you want to (and are likely to) hear when flying on an aeroplane. Doubly so when they come from your guardian angel. “I need your body," the figure sitting beside me added impatiently.
I turned to her. The seat had been vacant a moment ago. Now Caphziel was there, staring intently towards the front of the plane. She was naked, as usual. Angels had never quite mastered modesty.
Most guardian angels were subtle, guiding their charges in mysterious ways. My guardian, Caphziel, had a more hands-on approach. My hands, specifically.
“Now?!" I moaned. "I’m on holiday!”
“Now would be preferable to twenty seven seconds from now, when he slumps over the controls,” Caphziel replied. "...Twenty four seconds..."
“Can’t you get up there and help him?!”
“You think an angel phasing through the cockpit wall is likely to help his heart attack? I need your corporeal mortal appendages to manipulate the controls. It will require only forty four minutes.”
“You said that last time,” I groaned, feeling the sinking feeling as I envisioned my long-anticipated holiday in Vegas going up in flames. Still, it was better than literally going up in flames. “Ugh. Okay. Fine. Do what you have to do."
She plunged an incorporeal hand into my chest. With a soul-rending jolt, there I was, in her divine flesh. My mind reeled from the flood of her inhuman senses. I could see through the plane fuselage, through the gooey, icky flesh of every human around me. I could see their very souls, all their dark and noble secrets.
The exquisite sensation of her marble-like skin sent quivers of pleasure through my wings, while I basked in my ineffable oneness with the divine, plush the slosh of my heavenly tits.
Caphziel spent a frantic few moment learning what a seatbelt clasp was, and how to free my body from its infernal clutches. She wobbled drunkenly as she stood, shooting me an unfocused, accusatory glare.
“You have been sinning.”
“The drinks are free, of course I have. Hurry up and save the damn plane.”
She turned my lips into an angry pout. “Do not swear in my body.”
“Save the forking plane, Caphziel!”
I sit back and try to blot out the sudden plunging of the plane, the howling of the engines and the screams of the passengers. Logically, I have nothing to worry about. Except of course, the knowledge that, should Caphziel fail, I could very well be trapped in her body, as an angel for... forever? I try not to think about it. Fortunately, I had two stress balls on hand to take my mind of it, as I carressed her perfect breasts.
Forty four minutes later, Caphziel had landed the plane, administered CPR to the captain, and delivered a stress-induced childbirth. Rapturous applause followed her return down the aisle.
She was pretending not to notice, but the sin of pride had already begun to swirl around her mortal flesh like a dark green mist. As a large-chested stewardess swooned into her arms with a cry of "my hero", her aura became tinged with throbbing pink veins of lust.
"Here we go again," I muttered, as Caphziel swept the woman off her feet and into the nearest bathroom.
Through the wall, I watched as the ex-angel, driven wild by my mortal desires, bent the woman over the sink and slammed my dick into her eager pussy.
It might be days before she got enough sin out of her system to swap back again. Or weeks...
Ugh. Of all cities in all the world, why did I pick Vegas?