NovelAI Scenario: An Angel's Request

Description

Upon defeating a particularly dangerous demon, you have freed an angel named Ophiel from his clutches.

After being held captive for so long, Ophiel is suffering from a curious malady: stiff wings, and she has bashfully asked for your help with relieving them.

Tags

angel, massage, 1st person, past tense

Prompt

"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,... [Click to expand]

"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,

Author Notes

[Style: Verbose.]

[Focus on how Ophiel's wings felt and moved as well as her reactions to my touch.]

Memory

[I was male.]

[I had rescued an angel named Ophiel.]

[I had taken her to a small stream in the forest on the mountain.]

[Ophiel had very stiff wings after being held captive and she had bashfully asked me to massage them to relieve the stiffness.]

World Info

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Ophiel
[Ophiel was an angel of heaven. Ophiel was bashful, polite and kind, and very in tune with people's emotions. She was tall, with long golden hair, golden eyes and has large, soft and fluffy white wings on her upper back with a 5 metre wingspan. She had a halo hovering above her head. Her wings and halo were very sensitive. She wore an ankle-length white dress.]

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