Devanshi sat at her desk, brushing her long red hair. Her wings, folded against her back, shone in the candlelight like mirrors of pure white light, each feather seeming to reflect a pure white light. She sat humming to herself, not noticing another figure entering the room. Her startled jump told the other figure he had been well silent enough, flying through the skylight, and her gasp rang musically in his ears. She smiled, seeing his reflection in the mirror, then stuck out her tongue. "Dredekea, you know better than to sneak up on me like that," Her clear alto voice rang, as pure as child's prayer.
His low voice rumbled in her ears as he turns to survey the room. "Well, you are five minutes from being late for your work, so I felt it might be a good idea to make sure you were up and around. It seems to me that everything is in order." He turns back, to see her standing before him, her nude form glowing in the candlelight. She turned and walked over to her closet, her beautiful rear end swaying. Any mortal would be overcome with lust at the sight of her curvaceous backside, framed elegantly by snow-white wings, but Dredekea stood waiting idly as she selected her uniform for the day, a low-cut white shift, the lower hem terminating above her knees. He smiled as she walked back out, and took to flight. He followed her, his battle armor glimmering as they flew into the dawn's light.
They both flew back to Devanshi's quarters, exhausted, at the end of the day. Devanshi turned to Dredekea, who had just landed in a chair and was slumping with weariness, as she sat on her bed. "What would ever drive mortals to copulate?" She asked him, slowly stripping off her shift. "It seems to me that with all of the screaming, moaning, and profanity that they utter during the process, they would come to realize that it just isn't worth it."
Dredekea sighed as he looked to the window, the starlight glimmering like a thousand fireflies in the blackness of night. "I do not know, but it would appear that they enjoy it." He snickered as he thought. "But they are a good source of entertainment. Did you see the look on that man's face when he was kneeling behind that woman, and found two angels standing next to him. If he hadn't died by then, he would have done so." He yawned, his perfect white teeth glimmering. "Pardon me," he said. "Would it be possible for me to stay with you tonight? I do not think I have enough energy to fly back to my quarters."
"Certainly," Devanshi said, yawning herself. "My bed is quite large enough for the both of us. Make yourself at home, while I freshen up." She rose, her nipples twin points of pink on her flawless white skin. Dredekea felt his breathing quicken, but shook it off as trying not to yawn as he stripped off his body armor, and the leather tunic and pants that were beneath. He cast the covers aside as Devanshi walked back in, wearing a nearly transparent nightgown. She climbed into bed, and Dredekea wrapped his arms around her shoulders as he drew the blanket above them. Before long, both of them were snoring lightly in the bliss of slumber.
