Angelic Destiny

TITLE: Angelic Destiny

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Magic: the Gathering or any of its characters. No profit is being made.

AUTHOR: WotanAnubis

PAIRING: Avacyn/Thalia

NOTE: I'm kind of surprised there isn't that much MtG porn out there. So here's my modest little contribution.

 

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Thalia, Guardian of Thraben walked slowly through the vast corridors of Thraben Cathedral. She could hear singing coming from somewhere beneath her feet. Down in the nave hundreds, perhaps thousands, of grateful people were praising the Archangel Avacyn for saving them all from darkness. And deservedly so. Lady Avacyn had made Innistrad safe again - or as safe as it was ever going to be. The vampire nobles had retreated to their little fiefdoms, those werewolves who had refused to join the wolfir had disappeared into the wilderness, necromantic laboratories across the plane had been cleansed with fire, the seemingly endless ranks of shambling dead had been given the blessed sleep, the devils had been banished back to wherever they had come from and the cultists who'd worshipped them had been driven underground.



All of which was wonderful, of course, and cause for celebration. But it had also left Thalia feeling rather useless.



It wasn't as though she had enjoyed leading a hopeless battle against the unstoppable darkness in what had seemed at the time the last days of humanity. But at least it had been a battle she'd been capable of fighting. But now Innistrad no longer needed someone who knew how to survive desperate last stands. It needed healing, rebuilding and vigilance. Thalia had never been any good at any of that. She'd killed monsters, razed villages and cities and had never needed to ferret out heresy because it had been everywhere.



Stone-faced guards lined the hallways. Each and every one of them saluted Thalia as she walked past, but she was too absorbed in her own thoughts to really notice.



Eventually, Thalia reached a curiously unremarkable wooden door in one of the far reaches of the Cathedral. She knocked politely.



"Enter."



Thalia opened the door, entered the large and airy room beyond. Lady Avacyn stood near one of the large windows, her unmarred magnificence seemingly filling the room with holy light, her completely white eyes lined with black silently watching her.



Thalia hesitated, uncertain of the proper protocol. Normally the proper way of communicating with Lady Avacyn was by kneeling and folding one's hands. But then, one only ever prayed when the Archangel was not actually there. Now that she was in her divine presence, getting down on the floor seemed somehow silly and inappropriate. She settled on saluting her instead.



"My Lady," Thalia said.



Avacyn chuckled, her divine voice appearing to wrap Thalia in comforting warmth. "At ease, my Thalia."



Thalia lowered her hand and shifted uncomfortably, trapped between the mixed signals of Avacyn's divine presence and her reassuring voice. In an effort to avoid the Archangel's blank eyes and perhaps calm herself, the blonde Cathar looked around the room. In a way, what she saw was disappointing. The large room was sparsely furnished and what was there was merely functional. Quality, no doubt, but hardly beautiful or ostentatious. It didn't seem right, somehow. Thalia felt that the private chambers of the protector of all Innistrad should be grand. Her Cathedral certainly was, after all.



"Please, be seated."



Thalia sat down in the nearest chair. It was quite comfortable, but the Cathar still couldn't relax much. Especially when Avacyn remained standing.



"I have called you here because I wonder what to do with you, my Thalia."



Thalia nodded morosely. "I've been wondering the same thing, my Lady."



"Oh?" Avacyn asked, her pale and flawless face expressing genuine surprise. "And why is that?"



"I... I feel I've served my purpose."



Avacyn smiled. "You have not, my Thalia. Your true work has yet to begin."



Thalia stared. Lady Avacyn's words were true, of course, by the plain virtue of the fact that the Archangel could not be wrong. They just didn't make any sense to her mortal self.



"There are no more battles to fight," Thalia said, hoping that the words didn't sound too much like disagreement. "None that can't be fought by you and your host, at least."



"You are more than a warrior, my Thalia. You are a symbol. You are the woman who defied the monsters. You were the last remaining light in the darkness." Lady Avacyn grinned. "And you were the one who freed me."



"Only because I was forced into it," Thalia admitted.



Avacyn dismissively waved a black-gloved hand. "The reasons behind it are rather immaterial. You are the flame that refused to go out and so brought back the dawn. Do you have any idea how important that makes you? What power that gives you?"



"None that can compare to yours," Thalia replied.



Avacyn gave her a sad look. "Do not dismiss yourself so. People believe in me because I protect them. People should believe in you so that they can become you."



The Archangel paused, then left her spot near the window and slowly walked towards Thalia. The Cathar couldn't help but noticing that one of the reasons the room was so sparsely furnished was so that nothing would get in the way of Lady Avacyn's wings.



"But I see you do not understand me," Avacyn said as she neared Thalia's chair. "Your scars, too, need mending."



Lady Avacyn extended a gloved hand. Thalia stared at it. There was far too much innocent blood on her hands for her too accept. More than once she'd been forced to sacrifice the few so that many could live. And once had been too often in any event. She wasn't worthy enough to take her hand.



On the other hand, would Lady Avacyn offer her hand to anyone she deemed unworthy? Could anyone even be unworthy in her eyes?



Moving slowly, struggling with herself the entire way, Thalia lifted her right hand and took Avacyn's. The Archangel pulled her onto her feet and Thalia soon found herself embraced in Avacyn's black-clad arms and wrapped in her white wings.



"I'm glad you accepted me, my Thalia," the pale angel whispered.



Thalia didn't reply. She couldn't. Standing in Lady Avacyn's embrace, she felt... safe. She'd never felt safe before. The feeling was awkward and threatening in its unfamiliarity. Part of her soul insisted it was a lie, even though there surely could be no lies in the presence of Lady Avacyn.



Thalia felt Avacyn lift her chin. For a moment she looked into the Archangel's perfectly blank eyes. Then Avacyn came closer and her black lips were on Thalia's.



Thalia had no words to describe what happened to her when Avacyn kissed her. Partly because she lacked the experience, partly because mortal words could never hope to describe the divine. She was... she was filled with light. Embraced in gentleness. Comforted. Almost at peace.



And she was loved. More than anything else, Lady Avacyn loved her. The feeling wasn't diminished by the knowledge that Lady Avacyn loved everyone.



Lady Avacyn's lips pulled away, her wings unfurled and her arms broke their embrace. The Archangel stepped away, her flawless alabaster body fully revealed. Thalia gaped at her divine perfection, incapable of wondering how Avacyn had got rid of her clothes.



Smiling, Avacyn raised a perfect hand and caressed Thalia's cheek.



"Perhaps you would like to join me?"



Thalia nodded mutely, her still abundant feelings of love becoming mixed with growing lust. She'd never really been capable of seeing Lady Avacyn as a sexual being - or anyone else for that matter, considering the times - but the Archangel's pale breasts looked quite inviting, yearning to be kissed and caressed. Thalia dared not look down to Avacyn's shapely legs, fearing to know what might or might not be between them.



The Knight-Cathar stared straight ahead while the naked Archangel moved quietly around her, carefully undoing her clothes. As more and more of her mortal body was revealed, Thalia became ever more aware that she couldn't hope to measure up to Avacyn's divine perfection. She had too many scars, for one. But even an unblemished body would be ugly when compared to Avacyn's glory.



Lady Avacyn didn't care, of course. It was easy to see in her white eyes that she cared little for physical beauty. So much so that Thalia wondered if perhaps the Lady only ever saw people's souls. Of course, if that was the case, her gentle hands might have some difficulty undressing her and since she didn't she obviously did perceive the corporeal world in at least some way.



Avacyn kneeled to pull down Thalia's white panties. The blonde Cathar shivered a little when she found herself fully exposed, but not as much as when Avacyn reached up to touch her. The Archangel's delicate fingertips brushed against Thalia's intimate folds ever so lightly, yet it was enough to make her flushed with arousal. A tremor ran through her now naked body and she gasped.



Avacyn chuckled ever so quietly and rose to her feet. She held up the hand with which she'd touched Thalia so intimately. Her fingertips gleamed with the Knight-Cathar's arousal.



"It is gratifying to see you are still capable of this," Lady Avacyn said. "And so easily, too."



Thalia didn't know how to respond to that, so she didn't. She merely watched Avacyn raise her delicate fingers to her lips and lick them clean of her juices, her tongue flicking out from between her black lips. The Cathar swallowed hard, feeling her arousal grow and with it the desire to take the Lady's perfect hand and lick it clean for her. Even though by now there really was nothing left to clean.



Thalia allowed Lady Avacyn to take her hand and guide her to the very functional-looking bed. As she was placed on it the blonde Cathar couldn't help but not notice how soft it was, though it's softness was nothing compared to that of the pale, angelic body hovering over her, smiling at her with black lips.



Avacyn lay down on top of her, hugging her close, sharing the heat of their two naked bodies. The Archangel kissed her again and this time Thalia was capable of returning the affection. As she felt Avacyn's right hand move up and down her side in apparent anticipation, Thalia kissed the angel worshipped across Innistrad. Bare legs intertwining, bare breasts pressing against each other, the two women's lips met again and again, both their tongues occasionally slipping out of their mouths to briefly dance between them.



Absorbed though she was in their shared kiss, Thalia did notice Avacyn's body shifting, felt her trailing hand moving from her side to her chest. She hissed quietly when she felt the angel's hand reaching of her breasts. Thalia's body became warmer still as Avacyn's delicate hand played with the soft curves of her left breast. Her flawless fingers caressed it soft skin and teased her nipple, making them both perky with arousal.



Avacyn broke their kiss shortly thereafter and the white-haired Archangel moved down the Cathar's body until her black lips could kiss her breasts. Thalia sighed softly when Lady Avacyn's lips brushed against her and her tongue flicked against her bare skin. The Archangel kissed and caressed her way across Thalia's chest, always licking one breast and idly fondling the other.



Thalia shuddered uncomfortably once when the tip of Avacyn's tongue licked its way along the thin scar along the lower half of her right breast. As scars went it wasn't a particularly bad one - small and barely noticeable, the original wound made by the glancing blow of a dagger that had been held clumsily by a decaying zombie. Nevertheless, something within Thalia was revolted at the notion that Lady Avacyn's perfect tongue would touch ruined skin.



But if the Archangel was revolted, she showed no sign of it, continuing to lavish attention on Thalia's breasts with undiminished enthusiasm. The brief moment was soon forgotten in any case, banished by the lust Avacyn was carefully nurturing. Thalia found herself smiling, her body in a strange mix of relaxation and tension, luxuriating in the attention Avacyn gave her breasts yet hoping that those perfect black lips would soon pay attention to more intimate parts of her body.



Thalia squirmed a little as hope turned to yearning while Avacyn lapped, cat-like, at her breast, dragging her tongue across the blonde's sensitive skin. The Cathar was dimly aware that Lady Avacyn was only using her mouth right now, that her gentle hands no longer caressed her. What she failed to notice, however, was that the Archangel's pale right hand moved down her naked body.



Thalia moaned audibly when she felt Avacyn's hand slip inbetween her legs. The mild touch she'd given her when she'd still been standing had been arousing enough, but now the Archangel's questing fingertips were downright pleasurable as they explored her intimate folds. Avacyn's fingers caressed her moist slit softly, but not slowly, sending a near-constant wave of heat that spread throughout Thalia's body. From time to time and seemingly at random, the white-haired angel pushed two fingers into the blonde's virgin pussy. Pleasured moans spilled from Thalia's lips every time, incapable of being restrained even she'd wanted them to. Every time Avacyn penetrated her, no matter how briefly or shallowly, pleasure seemed to banish one more worry from Thalia's soul.



Once, Avacyn kissed the scar on Thalia's right breast at the same time as she entered her and caressed the Cathar's tight inner walls. Thalia didn't notice and probably wouldn't have cared even if she had.



Thalia squirmed as her lust grew ever hotter, moving her hips in invitation for Avacyn to finger her quite a bit more thoroughly. The Archangel ignored the blonde's voiceless plea, however, continuing her gentle exploration of Thalia increasingly wet pussy, pleasuring her in such a way that there was no climactic end in sight, but merely an endless moaning and trembling and squirming.



By the time Avacyn finished her relentless teasing, Thalia's mind was hazy with lust and her overheated body practically shuddered with unreleased pleasure. Lady Avacyn moved yet further down the Cathar's body, her white wings moving up into the air, until her black lips kissed Thalia's nether ones.



A few doves that had been sitting on the windowsill scattered when Thalia screamed with pleasure. The feeling of Avacyn's lips on her pussy combined with her nimble tongue entering and lapping at her hot inner walls had set Thalia's body on fire. What the Archangel's fingers had teased, her mouth seemed to promise.



But it was a promise that would not yet be fulfilled. Lady Avacyn's mouth moved up and down Thalia's slit, sometimes kissing it, sometimes lapping her juices. The effect was the same either way. Cleansing fire seemed to rush through Thalia's naked body every time her lips touched her, forcing her to scream her lustful delight one moment while panting for breath the next.



Thalia groaned when Avacyn kissed her deeply, pressing her lips against her flesh and pushing her nimble tongue as far into her virgin pussy as she could, where it licked and lapped at the Cathar's sensitive walls. Thalia's groans turned to whimpers as her body was stimulated far more than it seemed capable to handle. Yet the Archangel kept her face buried in Thalia's pussy, eagerly heaping pleasure upon pleasure while drinking the Cathar's juices.



Then, with infernal timing, just when Thalia's body burned so brightly that it was almost certainly about to tip over into orgasmic liberation, Avacyn withdrew her mouth and tongue from the blonde's folds. Thalia whined with a disappointment, an instinctual animal sound that would've embarrassed her if she'd been more coherent. All she did know in that moment was the was on fire for Avacyn's touch and that touch had been cruelly denied.



Fortunately, Avacyn did not deny her her touch for very long. The tip of her tongue soon flickered all across Thalia's wet pussy, touching it lightly here and there, practically dancing on her moist arousal. Thalia no longer had the breath left to moan, her body's energy seemingly consumed by the lustful flame. She panted and whimpered pitifully, trembling weakly as pleasure continued to run up and down her every nerve.



It was then that Avacyn decided to take pity on her, or perhaps responded to Thalia's unspoken, unthought prayers. Her tongue moved ever so slightly upwards, hardly any length at all. And yet the delicate little movement was enough to wrench a scream from Thalia's lips, an amazing surge of raw pleasure seemingly replacing her body's energy.



The tip of Avacyn's tongue circled around Thalia's clit, her lips daring to gently kiss it directly once or twice. The effects of the Archangel's small, measured movements on Thalia's naked body were overwhelming. The blonde Cathar felt herself rushing inexorably towards release. Her clit was too sensitive and Avacyn's divine tongue was too skilled for it be any other-



Thalia came groaning, her whole body shaking when the pleasure transmuted into orgasmic bliss. Rather than feeling as though she was sinking into the sheets, she felt so weightless it was almost as though Avacyn had left both their naked bodies up into the sky to bathe in decadent sunlight. The strange, exhilarating mixture of transcendent joy and carnal bliss endured seemingly forever.



Though of course, it did not. By the time Thalia recovered from her divinely inspired orgasm and opened her eyes, Avacyn was gone from between her legs and was now lying next to her. The blank white eyes regarded her fondly, her black lips and pale chin shimmering with erotic juices.



"Are you content, my Thalia?" she asked.



Thalia nodded lazily, but already knew it would soon be a lie. The blissful afterglow would not be able to keep the restlessness out of her soul for very long. Already she could feel it creeping back. Already part of her wondered if Lady Avacyn was merely going to keep her around to indulge her pleasures now that she no longer had a practical purpose.



"Then sleep."



Thalia closed her eyes and slept. She didn't dream.



But for the first time in a very long while she didn't have nightmares either.