Angel of Mercy

Wish Granted

Angel was buttoning up her dress and a tear of her own dropped onto her wrist. Fred still lay on the bed, but now he was turned length ways instead of across it. He was still basking in the afterglow of an orgasm he'd never expected to have, but Angel was the one who was sad. Fred's hands were behind his head and he was positively beaming with joy. He looked over at Angel and saw her tear. It shocked him and he said to her.

"Now why are you crying? This has been the most incredible thing that has ever happened to me, I'm so happy I'm about to burst!"

"I feel so sorry for you having to live with this horrible disease that is stealing away your life."

"Don't! Don't you dare feel sorry for me!" He said it a little more forcefully than he'd intended so he took a deep breath before he continued. "Please don't. Tonight you took me for yours and you did it without any regard to my condition. Because of that you set me free for at least a little while. So please don't feel sorry for me. Hell, because of this disease I've had the pleasure of being claimed by a goddess. I will always and forever remember you as my Angel of mercy."

Angel sniffed and flashed her mega watt smile at him as she wiped the tear track away.

"Angel of Mercy. I like that."