3 comments/ 41900 views/ 8 favorites Angeline Ch. 01 By: The_Darkness This is the first part of what is probably going to be a very long story. Comments are appreciated and helpful, and don't forget to vote! ***** The cool flicker of the green-blue flames from floating torches lit the room up and caused odd shadows to dance in the corners. The light was not reflected by the black pool in the center of the room, though it bathed the woman crouching beside it in an eerie aura. She was gazing into the pond, patiently waiting for something. She did not need to wait long. The pool began to bubble slightly and its surface became liquid silver, but still it did not reflect the green-blue of the flame of the torches. A shadow began to form on the surface and it grew larger and larger until almost encompassing the entire four-foot diameter of the pool. The woman stood and took a step back, a glow of ecstasy on her face. She brushed her long blonde curls away from her face and stood with her hands on her hips, her white gown falling open slightly, exposing her tanned flesh beneath. Her small nipples stood out on her ample breasts heaving with anticipation. The surface of the pool was broken by two points from below its surface and the tips of the creature's wings slowly emerged. The leathery wings broke shimmered in the fire with the liquid running off them, and soon after they were exposed, the top of a head covered in silver hair broke the surface, followed by the powerful body of the demon. The eyes of the woman never left the break of the pool, her eyes devouring every inch of the spawn's slowly exposing flesh. When his hips broke the surface, her eyes glazed and got big, her mind drinking in the sight of the creature's crotch. The creature's legs and feet came out of the pool and he hovered above the pool for a brief moment as its surface stopped boiling, reverted to black, and hardened. The demon stretched it wings, the tips almost extending across the 20-foot room. He smoothed his long silver hair back and put it between his wings. His tail twitched playfully as he stretched, the movement only accentuating the stillness of his rapidly engorging member. The woman could not keep her eyes off his body as he did this, watching every movement. Every muscle movement made her pussy hotter and wetter as she was consumed in lust for the creature in front of her. The demon looked at her and let out a deep, unnatural laugh. "It is time to uphold your end of the bargain," his deep voice rang. The torches swayed as if on unseen wires as he spoke. Sweat had broken out on the woman's brow and all over her body. She involuntarily licked her lips tasting the salty sweat that was on them. Her quim felt like it was going to boil over with juice and melt at the same time. She could only muster a nod in response. The demon laughed again. He stepped onto the stone floor, his feet thudding loudly in the silence of the room. The woman's back arched as the heat boiling in her groin intensified. Her nipples felt as if they had become her clit and were being tortured by her simple gown. Her clit felt hotter and more sensitive than it ever had before and every time the demon spoke or laughed it felt like a tongue was hitting its tip. With a gesture from the demon, her gown was sundered into ribbons swirling in an unfelt wind and then dissolved. She stood there, naked; every inch of her flesh exposed to him, her golden haired muff parted by the cleft of her sex and the slight protrusion of her engorging clit. "Are you ready to fulfill your contract?" the demon asked. The woman came. Being this close to the incubus she summoned was too much for her and her juice ran down her legs and dripped to the floor in a small torrent as it rolled off her engorged lips. She moaned loudly and her knees began to quake. The demon laughed again, the bass from his voice prolonging her orgasm, making her pussy spray cum down her legs and all over the floor at her feet. "Yesss," she crooned out. She fell to the floor and splattered down in the puddle of her cum. She was trying to stand back up, but her legs were trembling too hard and her knees were jelly. The thought that all the fluid on the floor was pouring out of her pussy only made her cum more. "Never... came... so... much," she panted out. Her pussy seemed to be working itself; she felt her clit twitching and her cunt muscles clamped down violently, squeezing her boiling pussy together, massaging her g-spot with the rest of her hole. She fell forward, her hands sending droplets of pussy juice spraying. Her cunt was a faucet, and the only thing she heard over the thundering of her heart in her ears was her sex violently squeezing cum out of her. The demon laughed and she shuddered harder, the strength leaving her arms. "You've never been ravished by an incubus, Human. Now prepare yourself!" the demon said, his voice echoing off the stone walls in the room, each vibration running up down her spine and straight to her clit. She shook with every syllable and soon she was lying face down in a growing puddle of her womanly essence with her ass in the air. With a simple gesture of his hand, the incubus caused the woman to rise up off the floor until her face was level with his. She forced her eyes open, though they were so clouded and her body was convulsing so hard from her constant, intense orgasm that she barely register that he was there at all. "When I'm done with you, Human, there isn't a being that will satisfy you in Heaven or Hell." As he finished his words her vision cleared enough to see the demon's tail rise up between his wings and the tip split into four smaller tails. She didn't even have time to wonder what he was going to do with them before another orgasm hit her. She felt something wrap tightly around each of her thighs and around her waist. She was only vaguely aware that the tips of his tails were wrapped tightly around her nipples as she was slowly spun through the air. "Awake, Human. You will want to remember what this feels like so you will know each day hence what you will never have again." The blonde's eyes rocked open and she looked down her body to the Incubus. Her brain no more than focused on what was happening before she felt the tips of his tails around her thighs slide into her pussy and pry it open while tickling her g-spot. She felt herself fly toward the demon and she felt his massive girth and length enter her violently. After looking at the demon's cock swelling inside her pussy, distorting her pink lips around its girth, she realized she should be dead. She could feel the huge demon cock moving deeper inside her than anything had ever been before. Her pussy squirted cum all over the chest and hips of the incubus before her. Her mind started to slip again and she started gasping for air. The incubus only laughed and used his tails to push her off his massive cock. She looked down, feeling it leave her body. It was as wide as her fist and almost as long as her arm. "How?" she managed to choke out between gasps for air. The demon laughed again, intensifying her orgasm once more. Her brain began to grow fuzzy and her vision narrowed to a single point. She felt the head of his huge demon cock pop out of her and a torrent of cum flooded down her ass and splattered to the floor. "Any Human who willingly enters a contract with an Incubus will survive being violated by that Incubus," the demon said, pulling the woman slowly back down onto his throbbing member. She could feel his demon blood swell his cock further, the veins standing out on his cock like fingers twining around it, probing, pushing, and pleasuring her deepest points. Once again she slid down the cock, her body convulsing and writhing in orgasm. The only thing she could do is scream in silence, her voice gone. She felt herself floating back off the massive intruder and felt her body return to its normal size once again. This time the incubus left the throbbing apple-sized head lodged in her pussy, her g-spot screaming in pleasure with each beat of the demon's heart. "Now, Human; take heed of my words. You promised me your daughter to be my Queen in exchange for eternal beauty. If you promise me your eternal soul I will give you two things in exchange," the deep bass of the demon's speech made every muscle in her body quiver. She was filled with an undeniable need to have that impossibly large dick slide back into her. She could feel it moving through her entire body, stopping almost at her throat, moving things within her that were not meant to move. She needed that, she wanted that, and right now she'd have done anything. "Yessssss," she moaned out, trying to catch her breath. "What are the two things?" she spat out quickly as her pussy gushed another wave of cum down the thick cock rooted in her cunt. "First, your daughter will be the most powerful Succubus in all of the Divine experience. Second, I will give you pleasure greater than any mortal woman will ever have in the entirety of your species. What say you?" She didn't even have to think. She needed that demon dick back in her more than she needed life itself right now. She needed it no matter what the cost. "Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes! Just fuck me!" she screamed out another wave of orgasm crashed over her like a meteor falling to Earth. The Demon smiled, revealing his perfect white teeth. "We have an accord," was his response. The woman tilted up in the air, still suspended by the tails of the Incubus and her eyes fluttered open. After her pupils re-adjusted to the light she saw ridges and bumps rise up out of the demon's cock. She shuddered violently just thinking about what that would feel like plunging in and out of her cunt. That's all she was to this Incubus; one long orgasming, gushing, convulsing cunt. That's all she cared to be; and all she wanted was to feel the full length of him coursing throughout her body. The Incubus laughed deeply and plunged the blonde back down onto his cock. The feeling drove the woman into an abyss of pleasure; her nipples became her clit and her clit was something so sensitive that even air moving across it gave her what was up to fifteen minutes ago, the best orgasm of her life. Then there was the massive, veined, ridged, bump ridden member pounding in and out of her pussy, turning everything from her crotch to her throat into one long cunt. She managed to remain conscious for ten long slow strokes before she passed out from pleasure. She awoke in her small cottage in the woods, her sleeping pillows in her hammock were soaked with something. She recognized it after another split second as her cum. "It was all a dream," she said breathily. Her pussy was still fluttering and a little rivulet of her juice had flowed down between her cheeks, coating her sleeping gown and the large pillows she was laying on. "All a..." she stared and rolled to her side. A folded piece of parchment sat on the small chest next to her bed. One word was written on it in a script that was too perfect for any human hand to write and in ink that changed from blood red to the most brilliant gold in the light. One word was scrawled on the folded paper: Angeline. Angeline Ch. 02 **Please read Chapter 1 first, and don't forget to vote! Reader comments are also greatly appreciated.** * A small trembling hand took the paper from its place and she opened it. Inside in the same red-gold iridescent ink was that same perfect hand writing. "Kaylena. In three days a wounded stranger will come to your door in search of help. Take him inside your home without him asking for assistance and then ravage him. The stranger is the angel Raelaael. You need his seed to mix with mine to create our Queen. The pregnancy will be short. Those of the Divine age 6 times faster than mortals. You will be pregnant for one full lunar cycle and our Queen will reach human maturity in 3 human years. In 4 of your years she will be of suitable age to take to her destiny. At that time, our contract will be complete." Kaylena set the paper down after reading it and she watched it dissolve into a thousand small moths with papyrus wings and flap madly to her fire place and up the flue. Kaylena suddenly felt very cold and very alone, but she was filled with a happiness that she couldn't explain. For the next 3 days, Kaylena went about cleaning her cottage, cleaning her clothes, and stocking her wood pile for the months of hard winter that were due to arrive. On the third day there was a heavy snow that set in, intensifying as the day grew long. The wind picked up and began to howl around the small stone house. Kaylena lit a fire and sat in a large basket chair, preparing herself for her guest. She had noticed over the last few hours a delicious fluid movement in her pussy as she moved. The feeling was warming and electric at the same time, sticking to the deepest parts of her sex instead of trying to seep out as it should. Kaylena started some stew for supper and restocked the fire. She grew impatient and excited as the night settled in, anxious to meet her visitor; anxious to meet her destiny. The meal was eaten, the fire had been restocked twice, and for Kaylena, the minutes passing slowly were decades. She didn't have a clock and was too far from town to hear the church's clock tower; not that she could have over the wind, but she was sure it was nearing midnight. "That lying demon bastard," Kaylena spat. She changed out of her dress and into her old, frayed cotton dressing gown. She shuffled unhappily to her pantry and selected a dark, unlabeled bottle, neglecting to fetch a glass as she moved back past her cupboards to her large basket chair. Kaylena dropped unceremoniously into seat and the second the bottle touched her lips, she heard a faint knocking at the door. In an instant, her heart was pounding, her head swimming, and her pussy was throbbing. "Oh thank you for not lying to me, Master, thank you!" she said softly, the liquid feeling deep in her cunt swirling to rekindle the flames within her. Kaylena felt like she was floating, like she was doing something very important, and like she was only an observer in the room as the scene unfolded around her. The door opened and a man wearing strange armor was at the step, a stain of crimson ran down his back plate and blood matted the lush blonde locks trailing down the man's back. A strangled "help" was heard and the man went limp, visibly relaxing with a deep sigh. Kaylena drug him into the cottage onto the furs before her fireplace and rolled him over. The man was absolutely beautiful. His features were too perfect for him to human. His face seemed to be symmetrical, his features were chiseled stone covered by flawless skin. He looked so gentle and so peaceful that Kaylena was taken aback by the majesty of the man before her and she nearly sat there and simply stared at him. With a shake of her head she was back to reality and began trying to unbuckle the man's armor. It took her a few minutes, but Kaylena finally pried the metal from the man and threw it aside with a clatter. The wound was worse than she would have thought. It was oozing dark crimson blood and what appeared to be black ichor, and Kaylena had no idea how much blood he had lost already. With nothing else at hand, she began tearing strips of her night shirt off and using them as bandages to tie around his chest and compress against the wound. With help, the angel managed to sit up and she moved behind him, helping to prop him up as she tied the fabric around him. By the time she was finished, she was wearing nothing at all, and all that was left of her night shirt was a collection of tatters on the floor beside her. She laid the angel down again, his eyes closed, arms lying on the warm stones before the fire place. Kaylena knelt beside the angel, straddling one of his powerful arms, and she spoke for the first time since he arrived. "Are you going to be okay?" her voice was clear and strong in the darkness. The angelic eyes open and Kaylena was mystified. Those sacred orbs were a mixture of green and gold; taking in everything, but the gaze was forced and unfocused. They settled on Kaylena's face and she felt them move down her body, taking in every inch of every curve. His tired eyes took special care over the folds of her exposed pussy lips, protruding delicately from the twin curves of her mound. He noticed the smoothly shaven snatch and his tongue peeked through barely parted lips, wetting them slightly. "Thank you," the angel's voice said, some strength returning to it, though it was still very weak. "I think it was too little too late, however," the angel said and his body was wracked by a coughing fit. "Please, my Lord, is there anything I can do to ease your suffering? Anything at all..." Kaylena said, her voice trailing. She felt the fingers of the creature before her rise against her sex, tickling along her pussy lips. The feeling was more than electric, it was lightening. Her toes curled from his merest touch and her whole body shivered. It took all she had to not fall over onto the angel. "I have never known the touch of a mortal woman," the angel said, some of the strength fading from his voice. "I have never known the touch of the divine," Kaylena said, still shivering. The angel took his fingers away from her velvety skin and a ravenous desire filled her to have that feeling again. "What is your name, angel?" "Raelaael," the man croaked out hoarsely. "Kaylena," the mortal said, her hand going to the angel's crotch. She felt his thick member under his tattered and blood soaked silk pants. It grew under her hand, and she knew it would more than fill both her hands with its length and it was easily more than she could wrap her hand around. Raelaael shivered this time, feeling the soft silk sliding along his member. Kaylena smiled. She bent over, her hands reaching to his breeches and pulling them down at the same time. The angel's perfectly formed cock turned up to meet her, resting on her lips. Her mouth parted and her mortal tongue flicked the head with randomly fast and slow licks. The rod before her stood straighter and Kaylena let it move where it wanted to, keeping her lips locked on the head, sucking, teasing, licking, and nibbling the soft skin offered to her. Raelaael was not idle; his fingers returned to her cunt, separating the delicate skin with their electric touch. She felt her clit being circled, her body jumping in spasm each time contact was made and broken. Her rapidly moistening entrance was also being rimmed, the finger occasionally dipping inside her, building the desire as she felt its energy consume her sex. Her nipples ached, her pussy throbbed, and her whole body felt like it was on fire. Every lick she gave the angelic dick before her only intensified her desire. What the demon had given her in lusting defilement three nights before, the angel was giving to her in divine rapture. "Please," Raelaael begged, the strength fading from his voice. Kaylena didn't hesitate. She swung her hips over the top of the angel's and slid his rod against her dripping sex. The feeling was intense for both of them, coaxing an orgasm out of Kaylena, making the angel shiver. She felt her juices all but flowing down the object of divine lust in her hand, the hot fluid hitting her fingers and making her realize just how hot she had become. "Please," Raelaael repeated. Kaylena obliged him, unwilling to wait for the sexual fulfillment she'd always dreamed of, unwilling to let him die before he could cum in her hot tight pussy. She pushed the head back to her entry, enjoying the feeling of its hot tip sliding like liquid desire along her aching inner core. It nestled into her entry and she felt the agonizing pleasure of her hole stretching to accommodate its girth. She lowered slowly, her cunt already beginning to convulse in orgasmic bliss. Her muscles teased and massaged her intruder as she lowered onto it, millimeter by millimeter, each increment driving her higher and higher. Orgasm was constant. Her whole body seemed to hum and quiver with the feelings inside her. She fought to keep her strength, allowing for maximum enjoyment for both her and the angel. She forced her eyes open and saw the angel, his back trying to arch, his mouth hanging open, gasping for air. The site ripped another orgasm through her. She felt herself screaming but over the thunder of her heart pounding in her ears, she couldn't hear it. Her knees gave out. The remaining 7 inches of the angel's pleasure rod sunk into her, his nest of golden pubic hair feeling like the finest silk against her shaved pussy. Her clit throbbed against his pubic bone, sending her still higher. She wanted to pass out from pleasure, the feeling of the experience was too over powering for her, but she could not. She kept soaring higher with each throb of her own sex, and each slow, intense throb of the angel's. She was impaled on him, unable to move, only able to climax constantly. She no longer knew the room, the fire, the air, or even the angel. She knew only the intense pleasure that set her skin on fire and turned her nerves to electricity. Her brain was fuzzy and she was remotely aware of the fact that her pussy was pouring her cum down onto the angel. Then it all stopped. For one instant, all the pleasure she felt was taken from her. She felt the fire-warmed stones under the balls of her toes and on her knees, she felt the warmth of the fire, the chill of the shadow, and she heard the sounds of the wind whipping at the small cottage. She looked down, her head snapping to the face of the angel. Raelaael's eyes were open wide, staring at the mortal before her, his mouth agape, his back arched up off the ground, only his head and hips touching the stones. He seemed to be screaming, though no sound came out. Kaylena began to lean forward with the intent on snapping the angel back to reality when her very being exploded, the orgasm radiating from her pussy like lightening and lighting her body up in shivering fire. Kaylena collapsed on to the angel, both of them cuming hard and long. Kaylena felt only the throbbing cock in her cunt. Her brain was mushy fuzz and there was only her velvet vice consuming the thick meat imbedded inside her. She felt his cum spray against her inner walls like a hose, drenching her pussy with each powerful jet. Her pussy, still cuming, gushed their juices out in a sticky slurch, matching his throbbing orgasm with her own. Each jet of cum made her convulse, her back arching up off his, her nipples raking against the bandages on his chest, the feeling intensifying as it arched straight to her lusting clit. Kaylena's brain finally succumbed to the inevitable, allowing her to pass out. The last thing she remembered feeling was her pussy gushing forth another torrent of their combined cum, soaking her feet in thick milk. She woke up, what must have been hours later. The cottage smelled thickly of sex, the fire had burned down to embers. She was still naked, lying atop a pile of rags on the floor. "His bandages," she said softly, remembering what had happened through the post-orgasmic fuzz of her brain. She still quaked with micro orgasms, her still-dripping honey box quivering as she recalled the pleasure she had gotten even from the entry of Raelaael into her pussy. She rolled on her back, her hand going to her sloppy cunt, feeling the thickness of their combined cum on her thighs, mound, and even as far up as her belly button. Her touch made her ball up in orgasm again, rolling to a fetal position on the floor, her hand trapped between her slimy thighs. After the sensations stopped, Kaylena managed to crawl over to the wood pile and put a few more logs on to combat the cold for the remainder of the night. She saw the puddle of their cum as she turned, the virtual lake shimmering in the fire light. Kaylena put a finger in it and tasted the spent fuck juice, the pleasure of which made her body melt, forcing a deep sigh from deep within her. Much as she loved the taste and smell of the lake of liquid sex, she knew it needed to be cleaned. She had no more risen to her feet when there was a pounding on her door. Confused, Kaylena walked to the door, still naked, still coated in her own honey and the angel's cum. She opened it to find Xenphael standing outside, his demonic wings sheltering him from the cold wind. Angeline Ch. 03 **Read and Enjoy** "Won't you invite me in?" Xenphael's deep voice resounded, the vibrations sounding like thunder over the howling snow storm he was sheltering himself from. Kaylena bowed her head deeply and opened the door wide for the Incubus outside her door. "Please, My Lord," she said, gesturing broadly. The demon stepped into the small cottage and shook the snow from his wings, opening them almost to their utmost expanse to soak up some of the heat from the small fire place. "You are coated in the stench of angel cum, but the smell of your cunt is overpowering it nicely," Xenphael said, looking around the room, taking in the meager surroundings with an apathetic aloofness. Kaylena felt her pussy heat up and she felt her clit harden. She swallowed hard and looked to the Incubus's crotch and noticed his cock hardening lewdly, hanging between his legs like a third arm. "How may I serve thee..." Kaylena asked. Xenphael held his hand up and focused his gaze on her eyes. His eyes filled her with an overwhelming dread and an overpowering lust at the same time, and the mixture of the two made her knees quiver with desire. She felt her pussy oozing cum in slow stead pulses, feeling the sticky heat rolling down her thighs and dripping from her abused cunt lips. "It is done. In 3 months, you will have our Queen. One-third Human, one-third demon, and one-third angel, conceived in lust and death, she will be the strongest of all Succubi and she will be a weapon against the divine. She will age 3 times faster than a normal Human, and she will reach the age of maturity in 6 years. In 7 years, she will begin her training to see if she is worthy to take her place." "Worthy, My Lord?" Kaylena moaned out, her lust consuming her slowly, creeping up her body like an itchy fire, starting at her toes; it was currently licking at her pussy with its electric tongue, her clit twitching in her pink folds. "You shall see when the time comes," Xenphael said flatly. "And Mmmmm-my...reward?" Kaylena panted out, her breathing escalating with the sensations deep in her twitching cunt. Her nipples were diamonds and her skin was radient with her fine sweat glowing in the dying fire light. There was a silence between the two, the only sounds to be heard were the howling winds, the crackling embers in the fire, and the splattering drips of Kaylena's pussy juice splashing in heavy drops on the floor. "When our Queen is taken, so shall you. She will begin her three quests and you shall be by my side, for all time," Xenphael said, the rumble in his voice exciting Kaylena just as it had three nights ago when she summoned the Incubus. She only moaned in response this time, her pussy flexing and unflexing, desperately gasping for the demon's hardening organ to impale her again. She licked her lips slowly and looked away from his face for the first time since he entered her cottage. His huge dick was visibly throbbing, growing larger with each pulse, but still not standing erect. The length of was of the softest skin, with odd looking shapes moving under its skin, almost like stones, spinning and swimming in his skin. Her vision hazed over, her eyes loosing focus, her pussy taking control of her fuzzy mind. She wanted to feel that shifting cock in her cunt again, she wanted to feel impossibly stretched by the huge dick before her. "I..." she began. She didn't even know what she was going to say, but a noise of thunder and a flash like lightening outside the shack cut her off. Xenphael whipped around, his cock instantly shrinking to a normal size. His wings stretched out and he hunched over in an attack position, his massive muscles rippling with his every move. His whip-like tail cracked behind him, almost snapping Kaylena in her clit. This new danger filled her with enough urgency and state of mind to move, just as her front door was cleaved in twain by a bright flash of light. A figure stepped through, glowing wing-shaped tendrils flapped behind the figure, the small home filled with their eerie emerald light. "Michael," spat Xenpahel. "I should have known," he said and stood upright. "Xenphael, you fool!" Michael shouted, brandishing his heavy war sword. Kaylena could see the divine power radiating from the glowing crystalline blade, the energy distorting everything behind the angel. His powerful voice blasted right through Kaylena, but she knew neither fear nor guilt. "You know the prophesy! You will have your champion and we shall have ours! The die has been cast and there is nothing to stop the process now!" Xenphael shouted, standing up straight in front of the archangel before him. "I know the prophesy, and I know you have played your part. I cast thee back to the deepest layer of Hell, demon!" Michael said, his voice rattling Kaylena's belongings inside the cabin and even making the fire burn hotter and brighter. Kaylena barely saw Michael twitch, but she saw Xenpahel's left wing slide from his body shortly before he disappeared into a smoky vapor. "Human!" Michael shouted, watching the demon dissipate. Kaylena meekly turned her head to face the angry angel of war. "You know not what you've done. Your soul has been lost and you can never reach the Heavens." "What was this about Champions?" Kaylena asked quietly, her voice sounding so hollow and weak compared to Xenphael's; next to Michael's voice she may as well have been an ant. "You do not carry one child, but two. One wholly demonic, the other wholly divine. These will become our Champions and they will lead the armies past Abbaddon to Armageddon." Kaylena knew she had been had. There was no truth in the pact she made with the Incubus; there was only deception and half-truth. She intended to bind herself to the Incubus and instead she was used by the very Incubus she researched and summoned. "What the demon told you was true. In 3 months you will give birth. The twins shall be raised and then taken to be trained when they are of age; the equivalent of 21 Human years old. The children shall be made into the Champions of Prophesy, and the War shall begin again. What happens to you shall only be known by the deepest depths of Hell." Kaylena suddenly realized it was cold in the cottage. She shivered, not feeling the heat from the fire. Her cum coated thighs were sticky and uncomfortable as her muscles quivered. Her arms crossed over her no-longer erect nipples and she felt ill. Michael, turned and left, his green glowing wings stretching out in the cold night air and he disappeared in a bolt of lightening, the thunder deafening Kaylena and the light blinding her temporarily. She rubbed her eyes and felt extremely woozy. She barely made it to her bed before passing out, rolling into the warmth of her blankets.