"Huh?" I said, dumbly. The angel, Ophiel, averted her eyes and started fiddling with the hem of her dress.
After taking the contract to kill an oppressive demon, I hadn't expected him to have an angel hostage. Once I'd released her, I had led her to a small stream which is where she gave me her strange request.
Ophiel had the look of a stereotypical angel: she had glossy golden hair that reaches her waist, matching her large, soft golden eyes. She stood straight, as tall as me and wore an ankle-long pure white dress that, despite definitely tracking through mud on the way here, is pristine. Her vast white wings would easily have a 5 metre wingspan if unfurled, and framed her slender physique perfectly. To top it all off, a small translucent golden halo hovered above her head.
Ophiel blushed at my question and twirled her hair. "Only for a short while." She ventured. "I was holed up for so long, and I could barely move the whole time." Ophiel held up her wing and winced slightly. "They're so stiff and uncomfortable, please?"
She was pleading me now, and I had to admit, I had been eyeing them for a while.
I ran my hand through my hair. "Well, I've never massaged anyone before, but I'll try my best for you." Ophiel beamed, small dimples appearing on her cheeks. "Oh, thank you!"
Ophiel then moved to sit down on a rock, facing away from me. She patted the rock behind her, motioning me to come. With a gulp, I complied and sat down behind Ophiel, trying to maintain an appropriate distance. For a moment, the only sounds were the trickling of the stream and the breeze in the trees as I tried to gather my thoughts in some coherent manner.
"Please be gentle with them." Ophiel said looking over her shoulder, grinding my train of thought to a halt. "An angel's wings are very sensitive."
"Right...of course." I replied as Ophiel smiled and turned back around. I took a deep breath and gently glided my hand across the top of Ophiel's right wing. It felt downy and plush,