Angela Eternal

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The Great Pyramid of Giza and Stonehenge, perhaps the
most famous stone monuments in the known world, were
both built more than 4000 years ago. When the Roman
Empire flourished, both those monuments were already as
ancient to them as the Roman Coliseum is to us. But
before the first stone of the Great Pyramid was even
laid, Angela -- the love of my life -- was already more
than 10,000 years old.

* * *

I first met Angela when I was 21 years old at a fantasy
RPG run by a friend of mine. There were six of us guys
in the core of the gaming group--your typical game
dorks into Tolkien and other fantasy authors--but we
figured the group could benefit from more players so we
posted fliers around the campus and that was what
eventually brought Angela to us.

To say that Angela was beautiful -- and peculiar --
would be an understatement. She was about 5'7 with
curly brown hair and glasses, and cute as the cutest
nymph or pixie you could imagine; nothing peculiar
there, but there was definitely something odd about her
clothing -- a plain pink sweater and an ornate white
lace dress buttoned all the way up to her chin. The
sweater, purse and dress might have seemed mismatched
except for a pink purse and a pair of high-heeled pink
sandals she was also wearing, that somehow tied it all
together well.

"Pardon me, gentlemen," she said, standing in the door
of the dungeon master's dorm room, "but is this where I
might find the fantasy role-playing game?"

All of us just about fell out of our chairs, because
none of us expected a cute young girl like her to join
our group. We all promptly moved our chairs over to
make room for her and invited her to come join us at
the table. Inwardly, I wondered if she would quickly
blow us off as soon as she realized what profound dorks
we were, but she explained that she'd played the game
before at home with her brothers and even had a
character already rolled up: Mithra'il, a female Elven
magic-user.

Before we knew it, the game was underway and Angela
almost seemed like just another one of the guys; she
seemed to have uncanny luck for dice-rolling, and
Mithra'il soon supplanted Valorus (our paladin) as the
party's effective leader since her decisions seemed
less likely to get my cleric and our other characters
maimed by Orcs and Trolls and such. Whenever there was
a quiet moment, though, I saw the guys checking her out
and I won't lie; before our second session was over the
next weekend, I was fervently fantasizing about seeing
what was under that white dress of hers, and fucking
her brains out.

Of course, I doubted anything would come of that; I
hadn't had much luck with girls up to that point, and
I'd only had sex with one girl so far. (A girl who was
drunk at a party and who probably didn't actually
remember much about it.)
But all that changed one night about a month later,
after our latest dungeon adventure had wrapped up and I
was heading home to my own apartment around midnight.

"Bobby!" I heard a voice whisper from the trees near
the dorm building. "Can you help me?"

"Angela?" I asked, turning to look for her.

Luckily, it was a moonlit night and I soon caught sight
of Angela's white dress; ironically, it was only then
from a distance that I realized just how curvaceous she
really was.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"I feel like such an idiot," she said; "I locked myself
out of my car! Do you think you could help me?"

"Well, I guess," I said; "I'm not much good with
mechanical things, though. Journalism major, you
know..."

In the event, Angela's beat-up old Toyota wasn't quite
as hard to get into as I'd thought it would be;
although the doors were locked, some forceful jiggling
of the passenger's side door actually opened it up.

"My hero!" Angela said, giving me a hug and a kiss on
the cheek.

"Actually," I said, "you shouldn't be able to jiggle a
door open like that; you really ought to have that
fixed."

"Oh, I know," she said, "but I don't have a lot of
money..."

"Can't you borrow some money from your parents?"

"My parents died a long time ago; but you're right,
it's not safe to drive like that."

Angela's words struck a chord with me since my own
step-parents had died in a car crash before I came to
college and I was now likewise alone in the world,
dependent on myself to work and look after myself.

"Angela, look, I don't feel very good about you driving
alone in this car like this; why don't you let me ride
home with you, and then I'll walk back to my apartment
afterward."

Angela looked at me with surprise, and I didn't realize
until afterward that it sounded like I was coming on to
her.

"That sounds fine," Angela said, holding my arm;
"you're such a gentleman."

I wasn't sure about that, but I got in the car and
Angela started the engine, which rattled to life with a
racket that wasn't too encouraging. We soon got under
way, though, and I began to wonder how I could get the
most mileage from this with my friends at the group.
("No, nothing happened, but she did invite me back to
her place...")

To my surprise, though, Angela ended up parking in
front of my apartment building.

"You live here too?"

"Oh, how cool!" Angela said. "We were neighbors and I
didn't even know it!"

Despite myself, I felt a rush of excitement at the
prospect of new possibilities: casually running into
Angela on the way to wash clothes, casually asking
Angela for a cup of sugar, casually being invited into
Angela's apartment.

"I live on the third floor," I said, as we took the
elevator together.

"Me too! How wild!"

"Yeah," I said. "You aren't stalking me, are you?"

Angela laughed her good-natured laugh, and put me at
ease. She was beautiful, there was no doubt about that;
and somewhere no doubt there was someone good enough
for her. But for just one night alone with her, just to
be inside her one time.

Before I knew it we were at my apartment door and I
figured it was time to be a gentleman about it and bid
her good-night. I fumbled with my keys, mentioning off-
handedly that my roommate was working the late shift at
a gas station right now, then got the door open and
thought to say good-night...

But Angela had another idea; she moved close behind me-
-not unlike a thief making an excellent dice roll to
stay close to her victim--and I was surprised to find
her there in the doorway beside me as I reached to turn
on a light.

"Angela?"

"Bobby," she said, resting her hands on my shoulders,
"a gentleman should be rewarded for his kindness."

"Uh..."

But that was all I had time to articulate before Angela
leaned forward to kiss me, kissing me full on the lips
with such searching tenderness that I thought I would
surely wilt and melt right there on the spot. She
wasn't crude about it; her tongue only flirted with
mine for a moment as our lips met, but still it was
more intense than anything I had ever felt... up to
that moment.

For after she broke our kiss, she then gave me a quick
flirtatious look and then dropped to her knees before
me. Stunned, I watched as she opened the fly of my
jeans, pulled aside my underwear, and then pulled forth
my penis; it grew to its full six inches instantly, and
I almost fell over with shock when she leaned forward
again to kiss its helmet head, then licked her lips and
popped the helmet into her mouth, moaning as she
started to suck me.

It was a good thing we were still in the dark because I
didn't notice I'd left the door open until probably a
minute later; I just managed to kick the door shut as
Angela took me deeper into her mouth, then almost came
on the spot as I felt Angela take me into the back of
her throat, deep-throating my drooling member even as
she continued cradling my cock with her tongue and
sucking at the base with her pouty lips. But I lasted a
minute longer somehow; maybe I was just too stunned to
cum. But cum I soon did, first fucking her face with a
few quick thrusts from my hips, then squirting my semen
right into the back of her mouth.

Now fully in the dark, I heard Angela gasp as she
pulled back from me, then heard her gulp as she
swallowed down my cum. I knew there must have been a
lot, but I could only guess how much as she returned to
her feet and kissed me again, smearing my own cum on my
face.

"Will you fuck me now?" she said.

I whimpered something incoherent, but I think she took
it for a yes.

Taking me by the hand, she led me back through my own
apartment in the dark, and somehow led me right to my
own room despite the fact that I could hardly see
anything at all.

My night vision soon improved, though, well enough for
me to watch Angela with awe as she lowered me to my own
bed, then paused to slip off her sandals before
climbing on top of me. I didn't think I'd be able to go
again so soon, but I was even harder now than I was
before, when Angela took my cock in her hand and then
lifted up the bottom of her dress and lowered her pussy
toward my hard-on.

Since there was some light from the moon, I wanted to
see her breasts, but when I reached for her chest she
brushed my hand aside, even as she guided my drooling
cockhead up to the lips of her pussy. I was
disappointed on the one hand that she wouldn't let me
see her naked, but only a little for suddenly she was
easing me into her...guiding my cockhead gently into
her body...

For such moments, there are no words; how to describe
the exquisite pleasure of her softness as she lowered
herself onto me, enveloping me in the warm wet walls of
her vagina? I only know that I gasped and coughed when
I felt her ass rest against my thighs, and knew that I
was up to my balls inside the most beautiful woman I
had ever known.

"Oh, Angela...!"

"Hush," she said, resting a finger against my lips even
as she squeezed my cock with her inside muscles, "just
let me do the work, my lord."

I wasn't about to argue; I lay there as ordered--stiff
as a board and awash in pussy-juice--as she started to
move on top of me, fucking me with slow grinding
thrusts of her hips against mine.

"So," Angela said, milking my shaft with her cunnyhole,
"this is your +5 mace..."

We laughed, and she started fucking me harder, putting
her whole body into it as she starting climbing toward
her own orgasm. Just lying there, I wasn't sure I
wasn't helping her do much to achieve that, but
suddenly I felt her shudder, and she leaned forward yet
again to kiss me, crying into my mouth as her cunt
began to flex and tighten around me.

"Oh, fuck!" she gasped. "Bobby, fuck! I'm coming!"

Despite my orders, I finally fucked her back, meeting
her on her downstroke and thrusting upward to meet her;
I was harder now than I had ever been, stabbing upward
into her belly, and she cried with surprise as we met
in a flurry of urgent, slapping thrusts.

"Should I pull out?" I gasped. "Jesus, I hadn't thought
about that."

"No," she said, lying against me as we continued to
fuck, "stay inside me."

"But..."

I didn't have a chance to articulate my fear, that
Angela's unbelievable kindness might leave her with a
baby if we weren't careful. For even then--as she drew
her knees forward and curled her feet underneath me--I
felt something soften around the tip of my penis, and
my penis growing even larger...

Incoherent with pleasure, I didn't realize until later
what was happening; Angela's womb--the very core of her
womanhood -- was softening to let me inside, and I was
growing longer to fill that sacred place. Even as we
fucked, my cockhead nudged up inside her cervix,
through the cervical os and into her uterus -- and I
came so hard I nearly passed out.


Angela squealed, I convulsed and shuddered, and we held
each other tightly as my cum poured forth in
unrelenting streams, dousing the walls of her womb with
gush after gush of my seed. Like a gored bull pouring
forth blood, her womb bled semen afterward, coating my
cock in the same seed I had left inside her innermost
core.

Afterward, I remained hard inside her for a long time,
even as my cockhead popped loose from her cervix, and
my cock ceased its pumping, pulsing effort to
impregnate her. Perhaps I slept, I'm not sure; but
later I found myself beside her as we cuddled in the
dark.

"Why won't you let me see your breasts?" I asked,
fondling her chest through her dress.

"I'm ashamed," she replied. "I've done terrible
things..."

"Are you crying? Did I hurt you?"

I was no doctor, but I knew it wasn't normal to fuck a
girl in her womb; had I broken something inside
her...?"

"No, you were wonderful," she said; "just... would you
love me again? One more time?"

And that I did, this time from on top; I never did see
what she was hiding underneath her dress, but I did
roll over between her legs, plunked my cockhead into
her creamy puss, and fucked her like a maniac until I
came again for a third time.

Still wearing her dress and her glasses, she looked
almost exactly the same as she'd looked when she was
sitting at the gaming table that evening -- except that
now she was screaming like a wild woman, clutching at
my arms and begging me to squirt inside her as I
slapped my balls into her ass and stabbed at her
insides with my cock.

Too soon I came, for I knew I could never last long
enough to really satisfy such a goddess; even though I
made her cum, and cum and cum again while I rode her,
still I knew it wasn't enough. Even though I fucked her
full of my sperm, so full that it belched from the
mouth of her cunt, tightly stretched around my penis,
still I felt it wasn't enough.

For such a lady, a man like me could never be enough.

* * *

Although I had only made a passing reference to my
roommate's impending return, Angela seemed to know when
to leave before her presence there might cause
awkwardness with my roommate (who was just as much a
dork as me, and would wonder how I ended up scoring
with such a babe). When I woke up the next morning, she
was gone and I saw no trace of her.

I looked forward to our next gaming session that
weekend with mixed emotions--half anticipating and
half-fearing such a public meeting with the woman I had
just fucked. But Angela did not come to the next gaming
session, nor did I ever see her around my apartment
complex. When I asked the apartment manager about her,
the manager told me she had never seen any such person,
and my roommate naturally thought I was shitting him
when I told him about the wild night of sex I'd had
with Angela.

Perhaps inevitably, fantasy gaming wasn't quite the
same when she was gone; our group broke up, and
eventually I moved into another apartment by myself
after I got a better job at the local newspaper. For
me, Angela became a pleasant dream, almost more fantasy
than real; after all, nobody had seen us together, or
could confirm that I had been with her. Could it be
that I had only been dreaming?

Such was my frame of mind, then, nine months later when
a knock came on my door and I opened it to find Angela
standing before me with a hugely swollen belly.

"Hello, Bobby," she said; "I think I might be
pregnant."

I think that was supposed to be a joke, but I was too
stunned to laugh; noting that Angela was still wearing
the same white dress as before (with the same pink
sweater and same high heels), I invited her to sit on
my couch and then sat beside her, wondering what in the
world had happened to her since we last met.

"I guess you're wondering where I've been," she said.

"Well, yeah."

"I'm sorry, Bobby," she said; "I didn't mean to be a
nuisance to you. I just wanted you to fuck me, so I
could have your baby."

She then reacted with surprise as her baby kicked
inside her, and I will admit that my cock stiffened a
bit.

"Why?" I asked. "Why in the world did you want to fuck
me? I'm nothing special; I'm just some guy."

"Oh, but you're wrong," Angela said, laying a hand
beside my face; "you're more than just some guy. You're
my grandson."

I lifted an eyebrow, wondering if Angela was talking
about some cosmic concept beyond ordinary earthly
conception--past lives or something.

"Angela, you can't be a year over 25."

"So it would seem," she said, "but I'm much older than
I appear to be. I don't know exactly how old I am; the
years blur and time becomes an illusion as the
centuries pass. But 15,000 years, perhaps... perhaps
that's about right."

"You're not drunk, are you? Or high?"

Angela smiled, and responded by pushing herself back up
to her feet, while I remained sitting on the couch. I
was worried for her, tottering as she was on her high
heels, but she was evidently steadier than me; with an
effortless motion, she unbuttoned her dress so that it
fell open revealing her neck, swollen breasts and even
more hugely swollen belly.

"Oh my God!" I gasped.

Even I could tell where ghastly wounds had left their
mark on her body; one scar ran all the way across her
neck, and other scars from cuts and -- were those
shotgun blasts?--were etched in her chest.

"There is a curse upon me," Angela said, "laid upon me
untold centuries ago, before the Pyramids or
Stonehenge, or any of the works of Men still standing
were made. I was a priestess once, and a champion of
good, but I made a great enemy of a witch who cursed me
with her dying breath, telling me that I would not
leave this earth until I had borne a child by my own
grandson.

"You are that grandson, Bobby, and this is our child."

I gawked for a long moment before managing another
question.

"And the scars?"

"Are from all the times I tried to kill myself, Bobby,
trying to join my kin as they left this world and
traveled hither to the Undying Lands across the sea.
But I could not die; I stabbed myself, I shot myself...
I even tried to decapitate myself... but still I lived.
I grew so tired of life, finally I could endure no
more; I slept with your grandfather -- a man not unlike
yourself, 50 years ago--and gave birth to a daughter.
Then she in turn conceived a son whom she gave up for
adoption, and thus you are here before me."

"Oh my God," I gasped. "Are you an... Elf?"

Angela nodded.

"What you would call an Elf, yes."

"But you don't have pointy ears."

Angela laughed, finally covering her nakedness as she
sat beside me once again.

"Professor Tolkien never said we had pointed ears," she
said, "although he was perceptive about other things.
Perhaps he was part Elf himself, as you are."

I was too in awe to speak; indeed I didn't entirely
believe her at the moment, wondering (with that
skepticism inherent to journalists) if perhaps her
gruesome injuries had come about some other way, and if
perhaps she was not just some stalker who had locked
onto me for reasons I could not fathom.

"If you left me before," I said finally, "why did you
come back now?"

"Because the curse is finally over," she said, "and I
know I will die now, as a mortal woman would die at the
end of a normal course of years. But I don't want to be
alone now at the end of my life; Bobby, will you stay
with me? And will you forgive me, for the things I have
done?"

Despite my doubts, something in her voice persuaded me
and I nodded. I did, after all, love her desperately.

"I'm so glad," she said, touching my hand. "So, shall
we fuck?

I'm not due for another few weeks yet."

"Okay."

And thus we fucked the rest of the afternoon away, as
she sat above me and took me into her innermost depths,
sucking and squeezing my cock in her velvet hole.
Thankfully this time I didn't penetrate into her womb -
- since I didn't necessarily want to touch our infant
daughter growing inside her womb -- but I went deep
enough to make her cum, shuddering and whimpering in
Elvish as her cunt juices drooled down my cock.

And she let me see her breasts this time too, scarred
and disfigured though she deemed them to be; she leaned
forward over her own distended womb, then I took her
nipples in my mouth and sucked them as I felt my own
orgasm drawing closer. Impaled on top of me, she gave
forth milk that startled us both, and we giggled at the
sheer improbability of our coupling.

And then I came, wrapping my hands around the heels of
her sandals and clutching her feet as I came inside
her, basting her hole with ropelike jets of thick and
creamy sperm.

"Grandma, I love you," I gasped, feeling her vagina
clutch and squeeze me.

"I'm glad," she replied, smiling back at me.

* * *

How long we may have together, I don't know; Angela
gave birth to my daughter two weeks later, and (much to
the envy of my gaming group) we were married a few
months after that. With the curse gone, I was worried
that Angela might not be with me much longer;

I half expected her to vanish into a fog and leave me
as suddenly as she had come into my life. But Angela
endured, and ironically it was the evidence of her
aging that gave us hope that we would indeed be able to
share a life together; since she was aging as a normal
woman would age, we guessed that we had been blessed
with at least one normal lifetime together (God and
fortune willing).

Ten years later, Angela -- in her "thirties" -- finally
let me fuck her again without protection and we soon
had a second child, followed by a third, and a fourth
and then twins (our fifth and sixth) each born a year
apart, plus another blessed event five years later just
after I turned 40.

So many babies were a handful for a young newspaper
writer and his beautiful "young" wife, but Angela
conveniently mentioned that she had saved a fortune in
gold over the millennia, so quality child care wasn't a
concern at least; since Angela also had a career of her
own as a successful fantasy novelist, at least it
wasn't too hard to explain to our neighbors how we
could afford to have so many children and still live in
modest luxury.

I am 50 now, and it is hard to even begin to know what
to say about Angela or our legacy. Perhaps like my
roommate, you will not believe this story, and perhaps
that's just as well; as Angela has told me, after all,
the time of Elves is long past and now is the time of
Men. But when I am inside her, and I see her look at me
with such love, and feel her draw what is best from
inside me, I can only hope that perhaps our children
will pass some part of the gracefulness of her kind on
to future generations.

Although I will have to ask Angela to stop having
babies sometime; although my grandmother is supposed to
be in her "fifties" now, she gave birth to our eighth
and ninth children (two more twins!) three months ago,
and now she tells me she's pregnant again with our
tenth!

Yes, I know, we all should have such problems; but say
a prayer for me, all the same. I was looking forward to
a quiet retirement!

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