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100 years before the beginning of the main story.
Aria is a young 18 year old angel herm. She has long golden blonde hair that hangs to her mid back; has beautiful ocean blue eyes; has large, yet perky, F-cup breasts; stands about 5'6" tall; has a nice jiggly bubble butt; a quite curvy body; and lastly she has a rather large foot long penis, and a large pair of testicles that are full of cum with which to provide for her lovers.
She's kind, gentle, and caring, tries to help those in need when she can, even if it puts her at undue risk to herself. However, despite being as gentle as she is most of the time, if pressed, she can be a furious fighter, and doesn't give up easily. She has almost no experience with sex, aside from a few breast gropes with friends when they were bathing together and whatever such angels do.
The Underdark.
Not the place where one is likely to find angels, normally.
Exept, in this case a moderatly powerful cleric had summoned an angel to assist in their cause with light and holy magic and the one they managed to call was Aria, who'd been all too happy to help attack the drow evildoers.
It didn't go so well. A young Drow Lieutnant, Vara her name, had layed an ambush, anticipating the heroes attack. The angels memory was spotty, as she just remembered something striking her down, then [[a woman]] leaning over her. "Good. The angel is still alive. I claim the right to ownership for her, you can have the rest." The other drow chuckled. Clearly their leader was foolish, the adventurers were more valuable than their pet, but Vara could see something in the angel. She smirked, as [[Aria passed out.]]
Aria awoke, the pain in her back gone but having invited its friend dull and tingling over to stay in its stead. She has all her clothing and equipment, though her dress is torn at the back. She is in a small, dark room, with a simple bed and to her side, holding her wing and massaging some clear fluid into it stands [[the drow]] still bloodied from battle, apparently not much time has passed. Then again, apparently enough time for someone to put a crude metal collar around her neck.
As Aria gets her bearings the drow massages her wing and examines it, stretching it as if testing its functionality.. there is a hint of pain, but mostly there is just a dull tingling. "It seems the healing salve was worth the gold. I'm Vara of house Me'erves and I have great plans for you, my new champion" The drow cooed. Worrysome was that Aria realized, somehow, perhaps through the collar, she could not return to the Heaven, stuck in this place, right now, trapped by the dark elf..
Vara is a medium sized drow female, well proportioned with C-Cup breasts and long white hair. She appears an ordinary drow if not for her blue eyes, that glow with a golden fire when in the heat of battle.
100 years before the beginning of the main story.
Aria is a young 18 year old angel herm. She has long golden blonde hair that hangs to her mid back; has beautiful ocean blue eyes; has large, yet perky, F-cup breasts; stands about 5'6" tall; has a nice jiggly bubble butt; a quite curvy body; and lastly she has a rather large foot long penis, and a large pair of testicles that are full of cum with which to provide for her lovers.
She's kind, gentle, and caring, tries to help those in need when she can, even if it puts her at undue risk to herself. However, despite being as gentle as she is most of the time, if pressed, she can be a furious fighter, and doesn't give up easily. She has almost no experience with sex, aside from a few breast gropes with friends when they were bathing together and whatever such angels do.
The Underdark.
Not the place where one is likely to find angels, normally.
Exept, in this case a moderatly powerful cleric had summoned an angel to assist in their cause with light and holy magic and the one they managed to call was Aria, who'd been all too happy to help attack the drow evildoers.
It didn't go so well. A young Drow Lieutnant, Vara her name, had layed an ambush, anticipating the heroes attack. The angels memory was spotty, as she just remembered something striking her down, then [[a woman]] leaning over her. "Good. The angel is still alive. I claim the right to ownership for her, you can have the rest." The other drow chuckled. Clearly their leader was foolish, the adventurers were more valuable than their pet, but Vara could see something in the angel. She smirked, as [[Aria passed out.]]
Aria awoke, the pain in her back gone but having invited its friend dull and tingling over to stay in its stead. She has all her clothing and equipment, though her dress is torn at the back. She is in a small, dark room, with a simple bed and to her side, holding her wing and massaging some clear fluid into it stands [[the drow]] still bloodied from battle, apparently not much time has passed. Then again, apparently enough time for someone to put a crude metal collar around her neck.
As Aria gets her bearings the drow massages her wing and examines it, stretching it as if testing its functionality.. there is a hint of pain, but mostly there is just a dull tingling. "It seems the healing salve was worth the gold. I'm Vara of house Me'erves and I have great plans for you, my new champion" The drow cooed. Worrysome was that Aria realized, somehow, perhaps through the collar, she could not return to the Heaven, stuck in this place, right now, trapped by the dark elf..
Vara is a medium sized drow female, well proportioned with C-Cup breasts and long white hair. She appears an ordinary drow if not for her blue eyes, that glow with a golden fire when in the heat of battle.
