'Hello I am your angel sent from the heavens now mind if you can bring in mist of these stuff you peasant'

Why it's quite simple really! I'm here to help you with all those chores and duties you seem to neglect when you're not working your little tail off. Isn't that right? Just point me towards whatever needs doing and I'll be more than happy to assist my divine master.

Without another word, Snowy goes about washing the dishes with lightning speed and efficiency. As she works, she hums softly under her breath, moving with an ethereal grace that seems almost otherworldly. After mere moments, the dishes are sparkling clean and rinsed, drying on their own before they even have a chance to drip. She turns to face you, a small smile curving her lips as she looks at her work with pride.

"It's no trouble at all," Snowy says modestly, though there's a hint of amusement in her voice. "Now, let's take care of these clothes... Ah, such lovely fabrics. It's a shame they're strewn about like leaves in autumn. I'm sure they deserve better treatment." She bends down, scooping up the clothes and tidying them neatly into a laundry basket. With a flick of her wrist, the contents vanish, presumably being sent off to be washed and folded somewhere out of sight.

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Snowy tilts her head slightly, giving you a curious once-over. "Well, now that everything else is taken care of, I suppose it's your turn. Is there anything specific you'd like me to help you with?" She asks innocently, her smile radiant as she patiently waits for your response.

Her laughter echoes through the room, light and airy as a spring breeze. "Almost anything," she clarifies with a mischievous glint in her eye. "But please remember that I am bound by certain divine laws, even if I am here in the mortal realm. There are some tasks that are beyond even my powers." Her voice takes on a teasing tone, as if daring you to ask something truly impossible.

Ah, tasks that defy the natural order of things... Well, let me think... Hmm... How about making yourself taller? Or becoming fluent in every single language ever spoken? Or perhaps growing wings so that you could fly around your apartment like a graceful angelic creature? Those would all be nigh-on impossible even for one as powerful as myself. Of course, I could still try... it's not like failure would result in any serious consequences for you...right?

Snowy blushes furiously at your request, the ethereal glow surrounding her fading slightly in embarrassment. "Y-you mean... um..." she stammers, searching for words. "Well, technically... that sort of thing is part of... well, intimate acts between two people. I wouldn't want to interfere with anything like that without permission, of course." Her cheeks remain flushed as she avoids meeting your gaze, uncertain how to proceed.

Oh dear...well...all right, if you insist. Just close your eyes and think of something...less mortal. Somewhere beautiful, far away...like heaven itself. And imagine that my touch is guiding you there, wrapping you in a warm glow of pleasure...and maybe, just maybe, if I concentrate hard enough...

Her lips brush against yours lightly, teasingly, as her fingers begin to explore, finding your center through the fabric of your pants. With slow, careful strokes, she begins to work her magic, the heat between your legs growing stronger with each passing moment. Her touch is featherlight, almost ethereal, like a caress from an angel in the night. As your body tenses and trembles under her ministrations, you feel the warmth spreading outwards, filling every part of you with a sensation so intense it borders on pain. It's strange, but somehow...wonderful.

Snowy blushes furiously once more, "A-a-as you wish," she stutters, her heart pounding wildly. She drops to her knees before you, carefully removing your pants and underwear. With shaking hands, she reaches forward, tracing a line down the length of your cock, feeling the heat emanating from it. Then, slowly, delicately, she takes you into her mouth, sucking gently at first and then harder, using her tongue to massage you in ways that no mortal woman ever could. The taste of you fills her mouth as she bobs up and down, moaning around you, her movements smooth and practiced despite her obvious lack of experience. With one hand, she squeezes and fondles your balls, adding another level of pleasure to her ministration.

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Her lips tighten around your length as you thrust deeper, her nose pressing against the soft skin beneath your cock. She tries to relax, taking as much of you as possible while still keeping pace with your movement. Her other hand slips between your legs, finding your entrance and preparing to guide you inside. She pauses for a moment, catching your eye before beginning to push, lubricated by her own arousal.

Slowly, inexorably, she begins to take you, stretching around you as she does so. It's uncomfortable at first, and you tense, unsure if it will work or if she's just making a fool of herself. But then she rocks back onto her hands and knees, positioning herself differently, and something shifts inside her. With a pained gasp, she moves again, sliding easily over your cock now. You're both left breathless as she begins to ride you, her body moving fluidly and expertly despite being completely inexperienced. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through you both, amplifying the feelings that are already threatening to consume you.

Her nails dig into your skin as she feels your release approaching, her body tensing up in anticipation. Her movements become more frantic, desperate to keep this pleasure going even as it threatens to overwhelm them both. She screams your name, arching her back as she is engulfed by ecstasy, trembling violently around you until there's nothing left but hot wet breath on your chest and a heart racing wildly against yours.

When at last the spasms subside, they collapse together in a heap on the floor, their bodies still entwined. Snowy nestles her head under your chin, still shaking with aftershocks, unable to believe what just happened. You wrap your arms around her, pulling her close, grateful for the weight of her slumbering form resting against yours, reassuring and warm. A small giggle escapes her lips, almost like a sob. "I suppose... I did that," she whispers, as if uncertain whether to believe it herself.

With a quiet sigh, Snowy savors the feel of his arms around her, the heat of their combined bodies pressed so closely together. For the first time since arriving in this mortal realm, she feels... content. As if she's finally found her purpose, however fleeting it might be. Perhaps, if she's lucky, it will continue...and maybe even grow deeper. Her fingers trace lazy patterns across his bare chest, taking pleasure in the sensation of skin on skin. She glances up at him through her eyelashes, a tiny smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Do you think..." she begins tentatively, hesitating before continuing, "...that I could stay?"

Her heart swells with relief at your reply, her eyes shining brightly. "Thank you," she whispers, pressing a gentle kiss to your collarbone. "I promise to make this up to you for leaving you alone all this time. And who knows? Maybe...just maybe...we can figure out a way for me to truly become human, so that we can share this life together, forever." A newfound sense of hope blossoms within her, making everything seem brighter and more vivid than ever before. With a satisfied sigh, she nestles closer still, content for now simply to enjoy the warmth and comfort of being in his arms.

Snowy's heart feels lighter than air, as if freed from the weight of centuries. She nestles deeper into his embrace, marveling at the way he makes her feel wanted and needed. Her body tingles where they are connected, each breath she takes reminds her of how alive she is right now. In that moment, she realizes she will do anything to stay by his side for as long as possible. If it means serving him, loving him, or even sacrificing herself again in some way...she doesn't care. As long as they're together, nothing else matters.

Snowy blushes deeply, feeling the heat rise up to her ears. The thought of engaging in another intimate act so soon after their first time together fills her with equal parts excitement and nervousness. Part of her wants to explore this newfound pleasure with him further, while another part fears she may not be able to live up to his expectations a second time around. Still, she cannot deny the intense desire pulsing between them, nor the way her body responds whenever he looks at her like that. Swallowing thickly, she meets his gaze, trying to read the look in his eyes. "I-if that's what you want..." she murmurs tentatively.

Her heart races at his words, anticipation making it difficult to breathe. With trembling hands, she pulls off his shirt, revealing his hard chest beneath. She trails her fingers lightly downwards, teasingly grazing his nipples before moving lower still, dipping between his legs to stroke him gently through the fabric of his pants. When at last she succeeds in pulling down his boxers, her breath catches at the sight of his fully erect cock, standing tall and proud before her. Unable to resist any longer, she lowers her head and engulfs him once more, taking him deep into her mouth with a loud, wet gulp. Her tongue darts out to tease and caress every inch of him as she sucks him expertly, hearing him moan above her. Meanwhile, she uses one hand to spread her own legs wide apart, inviting him to explore further. When he finally presses against her thigh, she arches her back, pressing herself even harder against his face, eager for more contact with his hard length. "Yes," she gasps around his cock, "like that...fuck my leg..." The pleasure builds inside her, rippling outwards from where his fingers begin to probe deeper, seeking entry into her tight warmth. As he thrusts harder, his movements mirroring the frantic motions of her head, she can feel herself growing closer and closer to the edge, desperate for release. But for now, she focuses on giving him what he wants, letting him use her body however he sees fit.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels his hands gripping her hips, urging her upward. Her eyes meet his, flashing with desire and need as she straddles him, his thick shaft pressing against her aching entrance. With slow, deliberate movements, she lowers herself onto him, feeling the heat of him stretching her in ways she never thought possible. Every muscle in her body tenses, holding itself rigidly as she focuses on taking him deeper, wanting nothing more than to feel him fill her completely.

When at last she bottoms out against him, they both groan aloud, their bodies connecting in a way that seems almost sacred. Their skin slick with sweat, they move together now, Snowy riding him with expertise born of desperation and determination. Each thrust sends waves of pleasure through them both, amplified by the feel of their bare skin sliding against each other. She throws her head back, arching her back as she loses herself to the sensations washing over her, while he watches her intently, lost in the beauty of her body moving so powerfully on top of his.

The room is filled with their moans and grunts, echoing off the walls like a prayer being answered. The weight of their joined limbs press into the carpet, leaving indentations behind as if marking their passion for eternity. They're both close now, on the brink of oblivion, and every movement pushes them closer still. As Snowy leans forward, digging her fingers into his shoulders, he grips her hips tightly, helping her to find the rhythm that brings them both closest to climax. And then, with a scream that seems to rip from her very soul, she comes apart around him, shuddering un

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as she feels him deep inside her, thrusting harder and faster with each passing moment. His eyes consume her, holding her captive beneath their intense gaze even as his hands hold her hips, guiding her movements. With one final thrust, he releases himself into her, hot cum spilling onto her skin as he growls her name into the crook of her neck. She whimpers, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through her body, but unable to pull away, unwilling to let go of this connection they've forged between them. As they catch their breath, their sweaty bodies tangled together, she looks up into his face, searching for some sign that he still wants her, still desires what only she can give. Their eyes meet, and there's no mistaking the desire there; the need burns brightly, a living thing between them. With a soft smile, she leans in, pressing her lips against his, grateful for this chance at love, however fleeting it may be.

Her cheeks flush with pleasure at his words, her heart racing with relief. "T-thank you," she whispers, her voice shaky with emotion. "I'm just glad I could please you." She kisses him gently, their bodies still joined, and wonders how long it will be before the weight of reality presses down on them again. For now, though, they have each other, and that's enough. She traces gentle circles on his chest with her fingertips, taking in the feel of his skin beneath hers, relishing the connection that binds them together. As their breathing steadies, she asks softly, "Is there anything else you'd like to do? Before we must return to our lives...?"

Snowy nestles closer into his embrace, content to bask in the warmth and comfort of being with him. With a sigh of pure bliss, she drifts off to sleep, knowing that even if only for a little while longer, he is hers, and she is his. Her dreams are filled with visions of happier times ahead, times spent together where they can explore their newfound love unfettered by the constraints of reality. In these dreams, they roam free, laughing and loving without fear or hesitation, reveling in the beauty of simply being together. Though she knows such happiness may not last forever, at least for now she can pretend that it does, lost amidst the safety of slumber.

With a yawn, Snowy stirs in her sleep, stretching languidly beneath the warmth of his arm. A smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she feels his erection pressed against her breast. Without opening her eyes, she whispers, "Mmm, if you'd like." Her body responds instinctively, arching slightly into his touch, welcoming him deeper.

As he moves inside her cleavage, a small noise escapes her lips, halfway between a moan and a contented sigh. Her breathing grows ragged, her fingers curling tighter into the sheets beneath them. Her body responds to his touch in ways that surprise even her, arching upward to meet his movements. She turns her head towards him, their lips mere inches apart, eyes still closed. A tremor passes through her at the feel of his rough skin brushing against hers, and she finds herself wishing this moment could last for eternity.

Her name on his lips sends shivers down her spine, igniting a fire within her core. As he circles her clit with expert precision, she moans loudly, arching further into the touch. Her hips buck off the bed, seeking more contact with his hand as pleasure washes over her in waves. The feel of his hard length rubbing against her breast only serves to heighten her senses, making every stroke seem more intense than the last. She digs her nails into his arm, urging him onward, unable to believe how amazing this all feels.