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WARNING!!!! This is a full-blown lemon.  Reading this may cause some
discomfort in certain parts of your body.  J/K.  Well, I had fun
writing this, and I hope you have fun reading it.  E-mail me with your
wonderful praise/comments/suggestions/flames at :
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                  Touched by an Angel
                     by Andrea Hui


     Molly closed her apartment door with a heavy sigh.  She
clutched a beautiful bouquet of flowers in her hand, a constant
reminder of her best friend's wedding, the end to their relation-
ship.  She looked down at the red roses with white baby's breath
scattered amongst them.  "Of course...red roses," Molly thought.
The red roses were a symbol of Darien, aka Tuxedo Mask.  Today,
Molly's one and only best friend, Serena, had gotten married to
her millennium-long lover, and this was the day that their own
friendship ended.  Now Serena had the duties as Queen Serenity,
monarch of Crystal Tokyo.  Molly was just a nothing, compared to
Serena.

     Her eyes filled with tears as she thought back to the good
times she and Serena had.  The years in high school, going to the
same college, talking about love and sex.  Molly never even had
a boyfriend, let alone have sexual intercourse.  On the other hand,
Serena was quite busy with Darien, and every time she talked
about the nights she spent with him, Molly felt an annoying pang
of jealousy.  Sure, Molly had Melvin, but he never wanted to
consummate their love.  Molly didn't even know if she ever loved
Melvin.  She just sort of tolerated him. She felt like she
used him, so she wouldn't look left out when everyone else had a
date to the prom.

      The day Molly found out that Serena was Sailor Moon was like
the most damaging blow to her feelings than she had ever felt.  It
was the day of their college graduation, and everyone seemed so
happy.  Darien proposed to Serena on that day, and everybody was in
a light mood.  As the girls walked about the courtyard before entering
the auditorium, Serena held Molly and told her how much she loved
her and what a good friend she has been.  Then she delivered the
punch.  "Molly...I have a secret that I have been keeping for a
long while, and I should have told you as soon as I became..."

     Molly looked puzzled, because the only secrets that they
ever had were the ones that they didn't possess.  "Became what?"
Molly asked, still baffled.

     "I'm...Sailor Moon," Serena said, turning her head away.

     Molly's eyes shone and her high cheeks reddened. With a
final realization, she recognized the similarities between her
close girlfriend and Sailor Moon.  The two silly buns crowning
her head, golden ponytails cascading down, the beautiful clear blue
eyes nobody else had, the leader quality in her voice.  All
the features matched exactly as Molly put two and two together.

     "H-how...how could you?!?" Molly cried at Serena. "All these
years, all this time, you've been keeping this from me? I'm your
best friend, and I damn well have the right to know what's
been going on in your life!" Molly's voice resonated with her
heavy New-Yawk accent, even more so than usual.  The tears
flowed freely, and Molly ran away from Serena.

     "Molly!" Serena screamed.  "Wait!  I'm sorry...I'm so sorry."
Serena attempted to run after Molly, but she couldn't catch up,
because her breath was occupied with the hiccups and her tears.
Serena stood there at the crossroads, knowing that she had just
lost the most precious thing in the world.  The love of a friend.

                    **********

     That was the last day Molly saw Serena for two years.
Now Molly had blossomed into a stunning red-head, standing 5'9",
with a model's body that would have competed against Serena for
attention.  In fact, Molly's current job was a fashion model
for Elle, Vogue, and other major fashion magazines.  Her heavy
accent had completely vanished with all the model schooling and
meeting all the sensual models out there.

     One day as Molly prepared for Calvin Klein's spring show,
a special delivery appeared at the front door of her New York
apartment.  It was wrapped in gold foil and looked absolutely
beautiful.  She dismissed the delivery guy and shut the door behind
her. "Looks romantic," Molly thought.

     Right then, her mind reverted back to Neflyte, her only love.
Quickly, she shook her mind free of the thoughts of him and grabbed
a pair of scissors.  She carefully cut the gold foil, trying not to
rip the pretty paper.  She opened the box and found a single rose
with a letter attached to it.  The box reeked of her favorite
perfume, Poeme. "How could anyone know...?" Molly thought.  That
perfume had discontinued a few months after release because of its
powerful, surmounting scent.  Molly had ordered cases of it
so she would never run out.  She was probably one of the last
people on Earth to own a bottle.  But right then, her heart
stopped because she remembered that she gave Serena one case
on the day of their graduation, and Serena only.

     Anxiously, she opened the letter and saw a wedding invitation
with Serena and Darien's pre-wedding photo.  Serena was absolutely
stunning these days, and Darien was a sensual hunk now, not skinny any-
more.  Molly slowly opened the letter and read the information embossed
on it.  The wedding was going to be held at Ellis Island, right here
in New York!  Molly decided to go, just to owe one more to Serena for
bringing the most important day of her life to Molly.

                    **********

     Molly's mind wandered back to the present day, and she felt so
lonely.  Her mind was filled with images of Neflyte, and for once,
she allowed herself to run free and let the memories flood her empty
mind.  The bouquet in her hand fell to the floor, but Molly
didn't bother picking it up.  All she thought about now was Neflyte,
and what was never to be.  The hot tears flowed like rivers down her
cheeks, making her mascara run and her making her white chiffon dress
stained with the saltiness of her tears.  Near her heart, a locket
rested in her deep cleavage, containing a piece of orange cloth,
the last reminder of Neflyte she had.  Molly clutched the
locket and remembered Neflyte's last words, ten years ago...

                    ***********

      "I'm...sorry, Molly," he whispered, his voice full of pain
from his extensive battle wounds.

     "Why, Neflyte?" Molly had asked, her words choked with sobs.

        "Because...I never kept my promise on sharing a chocolate
parfait with you. But I didn't mean for it to happen.  It wasn't...
my choice,"  he sputtered out as the life drained away from him.

     Molly screamed her heart out while Sailor Moon, Mercury,
and Mars watched at a distance, also crying.  Zoicite, the woman
who had killed Neflyte so mercilessly, just laughed and
disappeared.  Molly knew that Neflyte had gone to heaven, for
his soul dissipated into the air in the form of translucent bubbles
and floated towards the endless night sky.  Molly had only
been fourteen then, but she knew that she would never love anyone
as she had loved Neflyte, ever again.  A piece of orange cloth
from the dressing she had made for Neflyte's injuries fluttered
to the ground.  Molly picked it up, drenching it with her tears.
That was all she had left of her only love.

                    **********

     Molly walked unconsciously to her bedroom, dragging off her
expensive dress and letting it fall unnoticed to the white
carpeting.  The midsummer night full moon shone through the window
of her penthouse balcony, but Molly shut the heavy curtains, not
allowing any light in.  She walked into the bathroom, taking off her
strapless bra, letting her full figure free.  Her panties slipped off
easily, slightly moist from her thoughts of Neflyte.  She turned on her
jacuzzi, making sure that the water was bubbling and hot.  She
tentatively dipped her big toe into the steaming water.  Perfect.

     She slowly lowered herself into the foaming water, lavishing
the feel of the water bubbles massaging her tired skin.  She
hadn't masturbated a lot in her life, but right now she felt
like she needed some comforting, especially on a day like today
when she felt so solitary.  Her long, polished fingers went to
her bountiful breasts, using her fingers to pinch her pink-orange
nipples.  Her tits were too big for each hand, so she had to take
one breast in both, her thumbs taking turns running over her one of
her erect nipples.  Her vagina was beginning to cream, but the hot
water invaded her insides and washed her out from time to time.

     Out of nowhere, a hazy, vague form began to develop in her
steamy bathroom.  Molly's hands left her breasts and instead
covered them. The shadowy form took shape of a man, quite tall.
Then, the features.  Molly's heart positively stopped as she knew
the identity of this man.  Her breath came out in very short bursts
as she stared at him.  He was dressed in stunning whites, his
reddish brown hair flowing about him.  Graceful wings extended
from his back, fluttering, clearing the steam from the bathroom.

     "N-Neflyte?" Molly asked nervously.  The man's gray eyes
shone as he nodded his head.  Finally, a voice she hadn't heard for
what seemed like infinity spoke: "Molly.  My dear sweet love.  You
made it possible for me to go to Heaven; the power of love has
defeated my evil.  God has had mercy on me.  If it weren't for
you, my sweet, I would've rotted in hell for the rest of
eternity."

     Molly was crying despite the water droplets running down
from her forehead and body.  "Why..How?" she stammered.

     "I am an angel now, and God has granted me serenity.  I have
twenty-four hours to spend with you, to make up for what we've
lost all these years.  Only one day, a 360 degree rotation of
earth.  I am going to make sure you know just how much I care for
you, and give you a thanks for making me see the light."

     Molly rose up from the bubbling aqua, her figure obviously
appealing to Neflyte's eyes.  "Are you real?" Molly asked,
reaching out to touch his face.  He took her small hand in his,
caressing it against his ivory-smooth face.  "Yes, and the time
we will spend together will be earth-shakingly real."

     Neflyte pressed Molly's wet body against his, drenching
the white silk with her hot water.  He looked down at Molly's
ravishing green eyes and her damp, short red hair.  Her huge bosom
was pressed against him, her hard nipples pressured on the bottom
of his own pecs.  Molly gazed up at him, and his gray eyes were
shining with desire.

      They kissed each other with a passion of long-lost lovers.
Neflyte probed her clean mouth with his hot tongue, running it over
her even teeth and teasing her uvula at the back of her throat.
Molly gurgled with pleasure and ran her own tongue under Neflyte's,
and at the same time, massaging his chest with her wet hands.  Molly
kissed him on the neck, sucking in his large Adam's apple, then
trailing her tongue up to his earlobe, flicking it and wetting it.
Neflyte let out a slow breath, and wrapped his very muscular arms
around Molly's back.  Soon, Molly's hands wandered to his silk pants,
putting her palms into his waistband.  But instead of reaching for
his hardening dick, she pulled up his shirt, ripping it in half.
Neflyte was surprised with the strength that Molly displayed.
Now she was gazing at Neflyte's wonderfully muscular chest and his
six-pack.

     "So, is there a gym in Heaven, or what?" she teased.  Molly's
tears were completely gone now, but were replaced with a gleam
of passion.

     She flung Neflyte's wavy hair back, giving her a full view of
his wide shoulders and wings.  The wings were a work of art,
perfect, white, with full plumage, not one feather out of place.
Her hands wandered to his back, stroking where they joined his
very muscly back.  It was apparent that this place was a pleasure
point for angels, because his body shook a little with every stroke
of her demanding hands.  "They're beautiful," Molly whispered.

     It was a wondrous thing, because the soft flesh that was there
hardened and got very hot.  "Unusual," she thought to herself.
Neflyte's penis was also getting harder and harder, corresponding
to the strokes that Molly used on his wings. She circled around to
his back, stroking his wings with more strength and ferocity.
Her tongue slid around the hot flesh, and she liked how this felt.
Neflyte groaned and made whimpering noises, and in a few moments,
he couldn't take it anymore.  His rigid cock stirred and then
shook in rapid, constant spasms.  Thick, white liquid poured from
his penis, making a wet stain on his pants.  Molly watched
in fascination as his cock kept on spasming, maybe for seven or
eight times, and she gasped at the enormity of it.  Neflyte
was making groaning noises as his dick moved, and he tried to hold
the organ, but his muscle control wasn't present.

     Molly wrapped her arms around Neflyte's neck and watched as he
finished his little act of ejaculation, watching it grow softer until
the huge member resided to its original size.  "uhhhh..." Neflyte
groaned. "Molly, you know how to make a man feel sooooooo good," he
said faintly.

     "Hey, the jacuzzi is still bubbling," Molly said, pointing to
the water.  She hooked her fingers onto Neflyte's pants and pulled
them down with his underwear at record speed, exposing his uncovered
manhood.  It was about five or six inches, and she could see a definite
circumcision scar circling around the purplish head. It wasn't a
clean cut, kind of ragged. "Oh, that must have hurt," Molly thought,
wincing at the thought of someone cutting off the very sensitive
skin covering the tender, spongy flesh of his glans.  There wasn't
a lot of pubic hair, giving Neflyte a sort of "clean cut" look.
The flaccid penis rested against his testes, which were like a
wrinkly sack filled with two ping-pong balls.  Molly subscribed
to Playgirl Magazine, but in real life, she never saw or touched a
cock before.  She reached for it, but Neflyte took her hand and
led her to the bubbling jacuzzi.

     "Ladies first," Neflyte said with a smile.  Molly stepped
back into the water, but Neflyte left the bathroom.  "Where
are you going?" Molly asked, worried.

     "Oh, I have to make a call first.  Trust me, I'll be back in
a flash."  And with that, he vanished.  But he kept his promise and
in a few minutes, appeared back in her bathroom with a box.  He
opened the box, and pulled out two chocolate parfaits.  Molly hadn't
eaten them since she was fourteen, after Neflyte had "died."
The chocolate cream puffs looked devilishly fattening, and the
doughnut containing them looked marvelously sweet and delectable.
These parfaits were different; the cream was supposed to be a
layer of hard chocolate, but he managed to get a special set
of parfaits.

     "I remembered," Neflyte said. "I have now fulfilled my
promise."

     Molly's eyes clouded with tears as her emotions were
overwhelmed with memories.  She blinked them away and tried to
keep herself occupied with keeping these new memories.  She reached
for an embroidered towel and dried her hands.  Then she
scooted up to sit on her jacuzzi seat, feeling water jets shoot
pleasantly up her ass.

     Neflyte hopped into the jacuzzi, playfully splashing Molly
in the process with his long, muscular legs.  She laughed and said,
"Why don't we eat? Then we'll play," she added with an impish grin.

     Molly grabbed her cd player remote control and turned it
to her favorite song, "Sleeping with an Angel," by Real McCoy.
The soothing piano and the beat of the acoustics made her
feel so light.  Neflyte kissed her gently on the lips, playing
with the supple flesh that resided on her lower lip with his
teeth. Molly smiled through his kiss, clicking with his teeth
mildly.

     Neflyte handed Molly a parfait, and she bit into it,
remembering how good it tasted, sweetly chocolate with a hint
of milky cream.  Neflyte moved up next to Molly and rubbed his
parfait across her nipples, and then it was covered with chocolate
cream.  She giggled as he covered her other nipple with the
whipped chocolate.

     He set his parfait on the jacuzzi counter and advanced downward,
his hot breath bouncing off of Molly's cleavage.  His tongue protruded
from his mouth, delicately licking the chocolate. Molly made a cooing
noise and took a big bite out of her parfait.  Neflyte continued his
licking, occasionally taking a small nip.  Her sausage-shaped parfait
went deep in her mouth, and she imagined a penis there, licking
the cream from the side, up and down.  Neflyte kept on putting
the chocolate on her breasts, eating her up.  He sucked her
nipple into his steamy mouth and his tongue moved in circles,
pleasuring her areolas, which were reduced in size now, becoming
bumpy, with her nipples turning into rock.

     Molly's head flew back and she was shaking.  She never
felt like this in her entire life, even when she masturbated.
While Neflyte was playing with her nipple, his other hand
put the parfait back in the box, and extended below the water.
Molly stuffed the rest of the parfait into her mouth, and he
kissed her, sharing the food and playing with her tongue.
Just as she finished swallowing, she felt something moving
between her legs, demanding for them to open.  Both of
Neflyte's hands parted her silky smooth thighs, and she felt
the water shoot up into her love box.  This gave her immense
pleasure, and she knew what was to come was going to give her
even more.

     "I'm sleeping with an angel," the radio played.

     "She makes me feel so good,
     I'm sleeping with an angel-
     I never knew I could."

     Neflyte's expert hands worked in between Molly's legs.  His
index finger parted her drenched, throbbing pussy lips, squeezing
a delicate petal.  He used his other hand to lightly touch her
erect clitoris, moving in tiny circles and driving Molly absolutely
crazy.  One of his fingers slipped into her tight vagina, and she
gasped.  Her body scooted up and up, moving with the rhythm of
his firm digits.  Soon, she was halfway out of the water, and the
small of her back resting against the headboard.  She lifted her
shapely ass out of the water and slung her thighs over Neflyte's
strong shoulders.

     He was now having mouth access to her pussy.  His tongue
worked with his fingers, alternating between the clit and her
channel.  He parted her lips even further, getting a good view
of her love box.  Her pearl was centered at the top, protected by
a sheath of thin skin,  and downward, he could see the opening
of her urethra and her vagina.  He could see her love channel
contracting and expanding with every breath she took, juices
flowing out when her sex expanded.  He touched his tongue to
these juices, liking the tangy saltiness of her body.  He ate
her pussy, sucking in the soft petals and grinding them with
his tongue.  Molly shook and yelled.  Her fingernails scratched
his back, rubbing his sensitive spot over and over again.
She spasmed violently and descended back into the water, shaking
with goose bumps forming all over her body.

     "But I've done
     too many wrong,
     Sung
     too many songs,
     But sleeping with an angel,
     I'm sleeping with an angel."

     Neflyte's fingers went into Molly again, shoving one deep
into her pussy.  He pulled it in and out, causing friction with
her pearl. He slipped another finger in, and another, making
the equivalent of a penis.  He pumped his hand in and out, and
Molly rocked back and forth, thrashing her head back while
she held on to Neflyte's wings.  He kissed her face, neck,
breasts, while Molly whispered his name in a feverish pitch
over and over again.  She came with a fury, screaming and shaking
for a couple moments.  Her body slumped against his, and he
let her lay on his shoulder for a few minutes.

     "Uhhhh..." Molly moaned.  She gave a tipsy smile to him,
and her hand went down under the hot water, grabbing his rising
dick.  He rose up out of the water, giving her a front row view of
his massive shaft.  Her fingers went around the penis, then both
of her hands, it was that long.  The purplish head stuck out,
like a ripe mushroom, and she noticed a definite ridge down under
the middle of the head.  Her fingertips brushed his balls, making
Neflyte shiver with bliss.  His arms went on Molly's shoulders,
gently massaging them while her hands slid up and down his cock.

     Molly put her tongue to the hot head of Neflyte's member,
then closed her mouth over it.  Her teeth brushed against the
opening, which was leaking a little white liquid.  His dick
stiffened even more, making it look longer.   His balls hung
loosely from his body, and she put one of her hands on them.
She fingered his testicles for awhile, feeling around his sack
for the hard spheres.  Neflyte made more groaning noises and
shoved his body up to Molly's face.

     She took the full length into her mouth,  her tongue
practicing what she had done with her parfait earlier on, licking
the sides, up and down, while her mouth contracted around the
head every time she came up.  Her tongue circled around the
bottom of the head, sometimes lightly blowing the hot tip with
her warm breath.  She could see that this was torturing Neflyte,
because he was using all his willpower to hold back his full load.

     Her hands went around his ass and squeezed his butt cheeks
while she deep-throated Neflyte.  She sort of mumbled, "Look,
no hands!" but it was barely audible with a shaft stuck in
her throat.  He looked like he was about to laugh, but he couldn't
hold it in anymore.  His cock shook and shot out quite a load into
Molly's mouth.  She liked the taste of this and spitted some out,
catching it in the palm of her hand. Then she stood up and faced him.
Her wet palm moved in vigorous rubs against Neflyte's flushed
chest.  The cum smelled of freshly mowed grass, and she inhaled
deeply.  His seed was mixed with the musk of her sex, turning her
on exceptionally.

     "The nice equivalent of Vaporub," she joked.  Neflyte was
still shaking and gasping, but managed a small laugh.

     Molly started to massage his shoulders and arms,  studying
them intently so that her memories would always be crystal clear.
His arms, chest, in fact, his whole body, didn't have a lot of
hair, except for a few scant hairs on his lower thighs and his
calves.  The hair flowing down his back was very long, reaching
to the top of his ass.  This hair was quite soft, actually, and
he wasn't losing it at the top of his head.  Molly's hands made
a long braid, keeping everything neat and tidy.

     Neflyte smiled and smashed Molly's body up against his,
crushing their bodies together.  They kissed hungrily.  His
penis was already becoming erect after such a short while.
He eased a knee in between Molly's legs, brushing them softly
on the inside.  Molly groaned and kissed him harder.  With
her legs far apart,  he slipped his hard member into her
slick channel, using his fingers to guide it.

     He slowly pushed himself into her, enjoying the feel of
Molly's squirming, and her love channel squeezing, plus the juices
running down the length of his enormous manhood.  The hot
water gently lapped up against the back of their knees, and
Neflyte started to remove themselves from the water.  He
stepped out, with Molly still clinging to him.

     She grasped his neck from the back and wrapped her very
long legs around his waist.  "Wh-what are you doing?" Molly
asked huskily.

     Neflyte didn't answer and walked into the darkened bedroom.
He put one hand to Molly's buttocks, supporting her up like a baby.
Water dripped from their bodies, drenching the carpet.  Molly kissed
his shoulders while he opened the door to the balcony.

     They stood outside, and the busy city of New York was
sprawling in front of them.  The lights made the city look so
pretty, and they could see the Statue of Liberty and the Empire
State very clearly.  Neflyte smiled at his first sight of New York,
and started to pump himself in and out of Molly's pussy, driving
himself deeper and deeper.  Molly groaned and moved with his
thrusts.

     Without warning, Neflyte soared into the air, supporting
Molly by her back and bottom.  He flew over the city, until he
neared the Atlantic.  Suddenly, his wings folded, and they fell
through the sky at a G-force to be reckoned with.  This made
Molly feel nauseated, but she shivered with pleasure as his
cock buried itself deeper than she could have ever imagined.

     They fell together for what seemed like forever, and then
his wings expanded, making them float up.  They were so close to
the water that Molly could feel her short hair slightly touch it.
Neflyte soared up into the air at a speed so fast,  his dick
got in even deeper and Molly's ass felt like it was going to
explode.  She could swear that part of his balls were in her too.

     This was all too much for her.  She arched her back to him,
coming with a strong yell.  He turned over so his back was
facing the ocean to prevent Molly from falling.  Molly recovered
quickly and started to slide herself up and down Neflyte's
cock, with expert control she never knew she had.

     Neflyte looked down at his penis while she balanced herself
at the tip, and then rubbing it against her clitoris.  His body
trembled at the sight of this finesse.  She went down the whole
length again, and pushed her body up and down on his thick cock.
All this was visible from Neflyte's point of view.  He grabbed
a hold of Molly's nipples and pinched them with his fingernails.
Molly gasped and moved faster and faster.  Her climax approached
just as Neflyte's did, and their bodies spasmed together.  He
felt all his muscles die as he spurted Molly's channel with his
fertile seed.

     They fell through the night sky again, and plunged into the
warm, salty water.  Neflyte held onto Molly with all the strength
he could sum up.  They surfaced, taking in huge gulps of air.
"Wow!" Molly said breathlessly.  "That was absolutely incredible."

     "Yes it was," Neflyte said. He flew out of the water, and
reached for the sandy beaches.  Together, they walked on the sand,
naked but not feeling em-bare-assed whatsoever.  Molly kissed
Neflyte again and again, not wanting to let go.

     "How long do we have?" Molly asked after she withdrew.

     Neflyte held her hands in his.  "Not long enough," was his
sad answer.

     The morning sun rose out of the sky very slowly, and both
of them sat on the sand, watching the beauty of its rise.  "One
more time..." Molly said to Neflyte.  Neflyte's eyes were filled
with tears.  He picked both of them up and flew to Molly's
apartment.

     They flew through the open balcony door, and let it stay
open.  The cool morning air breezed through, making both of them
feel happier than just before.  Neflyte slowly lowered Molly onto
her huge bed, rustling her white comforter.  There was a mirror
at her headrest, as well as a larger one across the room.  He
pinned her against the firm mattress as they played tonsil-hockey.
He could still taste the ocean on her lips and saliva as his
tongue slid around her mouth.  His arms straightened hers up,
like a prisoner, but she wasn't exactly a prisoner.  She was
under his spellbinding power, and she kissed him back like they
haven't seen each other for a thousand years.

     Both of them sat up, legs around the other side of each other.
Molly guided Neflyte's sandy penis back into her drenched pussy,
enjoying the rough feeling from the grains of sand.  As she kissed
his neck like a vampire, she stared across the room and saw
something she liked immensely.  Neflyte's wings looked even more
magnificent in the morning light, and the whiteness of his
feathers almost blinded her.

     Molly pressed herself harder on him, and started to slide up
and down, shaking the bed.  She arched her back lovingly as he
tipped her body backwards.  Slowly, he bent her legs so that her
ankles rested against his shoulders, like at a gynecologist's office.
He still managed to keep himself inside her as he expertly pushed
his unbending cock deeper and deeper. Molly's head was on her
pillow, and he could see her face as it flushed and went farther back,
and she let out a shriek from her super-orgasm.  He kept on
thrusting, and Molly's body kept on convulsing as her orgasms became
closer and closer together.  Neflyte had never seen a woman orgasm
that much in his entire lifetime of wenching.  This was absolutely
gorgeous.

     Neflyte wondered how many times he could get her to come
before his climax.  He held Molly's silken hips as he pushed himself
faster and harder, like car cylinders.  She had already orgasmed
so many times he lost track.  He could feel himself losing it as
her arms went around to his back and started massaging that
ultra-sensitive spot.  Her long fingernails scratched circular
patterns on his bare back with one hand while she fondled with
the place where his wings joined his body.

     He was surprised he could hold it in this long and pressed
forward harder, practically making Molly's knees touch her
shoulders.  His pecs lightly touched her nipples as he felt his
climax approaching with a maddening intensity.  He yelled as
he came, and he filled Molly up once again with his cum.  His
eyes were blacked out, and he could see sparkling stars and
felt a whirring noise in his head.  Molly also came, crushing
his body like a steam-roller as she embraced him.

     They lay like this for a long time, trying to catch up
their breaths.  Neflyte rolled off Molly, and lay next to her.
One hand caressed her cheek as she closed her eyes.  "Oh...
My...God," she breathed.

     "I could say the same," Neflyte said.  He snuggled up next
to her, hugging her still-hot body.  His wings wrapped around
their bodies like protective cocoon.  There, they slept peacefully
until nightfall.

                    **********

     "I love you..." Molly moaned.  She woke up slowly, and didn't
find Neflyte next to her.  "Where...?" she asked frantically.
She turned on her lamp to lighten up her dark room.  On the pillow
next to her, she found an envelope addressed to her.

     She slowly opened it up and took out a white feather.  A note
was attached to it.  It was from Neflyte.
"Dear Molly,
     By the time you find this, I will be gone.  I couldn't say
goodbye to you.  Goodbye means that I won't see you anymore, and
I don't want that to happen.  I will see you again, one day in the
distant future, but I mean it.  Distant.
     Go see Serena.  I have been watching her, and the Crystal
Tokyo Kingdom.  She is very lonely.  You might not think so, but
you were her closest friend, and she shared things with you that
she didn't even tell Darien.  You were closer to her than all the
Sailor Scouts.  To her, you were her sister.  Please visit her and
tell her that you want to be good friends again, and that is my
request.
     I have planted enough seed inside you to give you my child.
He or she is going to be great one day, and I know this because you
have the qualities to give him or her a wonderful life.  Make sure
to tell our child that I love him or her with all of my life, and
I never wanted it any other way.  One day when he or she is older,
give this feather that you are holding right now to him or her.
Tell him or her that I said this. *"This feather may look worthless,
but it comes from afar and carries with it all my good intentions."
He or she will understand why.
     Keep me in your heart forever.  Find a new love, but still
keep me in your heart and memories.  Don't forget me...and remember.
I love you.
Your Guardian Angel,
Neflyte."

     Molly sobbed and gripped her feather.  "I love you..." she
cried.  Carefully, she put the feather and the letter back in
the envelope, and pressed it to her heart.  The locket was still
there, but she felt as if she didn't need it anymore.  She
removed it and walked to her balcony, breathing in the night
air.  Molly flung it far away, making sure she couldn't see it.
She knew that she didn't need it.  Memories are much more
precious than all the jewels in the world.

                    **********

               Six Months Later......

     Molly stepped off the plane at Tokyo International Airport,
and she saw Serena and Darien waving at her.  She ran to them,
giving each a bear hug.  But when she hugged Serena, she felt a
big bulge between them.  Sure, Molly was pregnant, but she
didn't remember feeling *this* huge.

     She stepped back and stared at Serena.  Her face was aglow
with a "mother's color," and her belly was protruding out.
"You're pregnant?" they asked each other in unison.  They laughed
freely and gave each other a hug again.

     "Darien says this will be a girl," Serena said matter-of-
factly, patting her roundness.

        "I know," Molly said.

        "May I?" Darien asked Molly, reaching for her belly.

     Molly nodded, and Darien gingerly touched her belly, and he
could feel the kicking of life inside.  "Who's baby?" he asked.

     "My Guardian Angel's," Molly answered.  She smiled at the
perfect couple as they walked together, knowing that one day,
her child and their's would be the greatest union, the unbreakable
bond of friendship personified.

           ~Finis~