Angelfood

 >You're young, fresh adventurer
>Or rather you were
>It's been years since you died
>It wasn't even at the hands of some monster or another man's sword
>Just a stupid trap made by some long dead mage in a forgotten dungeon
>And the worst part about it is you can't leave
>There was just enough power left in it to bind you as a ghost here, chained to the cursed ground, unable to pass it's bounds
>You've long ago resigned yourself to spend eternity wandering this empty tomb, no hope of rescue now that the entrance has caved in
>There's little you can do save prey for madness to take you
>At least until a bright flash alerts you to something new

>Rushing down the corridor you turn the corner and find the most wonderful sight you've seen in your time here
>Thin, silk robes hug her curves, hiding everything and leaving nothing to the imagination, yet you find a deep appreciation for her beauty welling up within you instead of lust as you take in the sight
>Massive white wings beat in time with your long still heart, a fresh wave of hope and vitality you've long forgotten coursing through you
>And long, golden hair the color of dawn frames her face as she smiles sympathetically down at you, telling you everything will be okay
>You don't know if you should scream or laugh and it's all you can do to remain silent as you fall to your knees
>Beckoning you to rise she tells you everything will be okay as she wipes away your tears, you don't have to suffer anymore, she's here for you

>For a time the two of you just chat, the voice of another something you've needed for far too long
>Eventually the talk drifts to the one thing you're afraid of, your fate
>Your heart swells when you find she is indeed here to release you
>But after that....well the small, tired sigh tells you all you need to know
>You probably won't go to hell, that's good news at least, but beyond that she honestly doesn't know, that part's up to who you were in life
>And truth be told, you didn't live a very good one
>Not an evil life, but not a good one either
>Some of the places she warns you you might end up don't seem much better than this tomb

>It may just be because she's the first person you've seen in ....well nearly a century now according to her, but you find yourself quickly begging and pleading for her to not leave you, promising to do anything to not risk being trapped alone for eternity again
>With a slight grimace she tells you there is a way, but she warns you, it's not an easy one, and your very soul will be at risk
>But even if you fail, you'll get to stay with her for eternity
>That's all you need to hear, and without giving her a chance to explain anymore you agree
>With a bemused sigh her soft, plush lips meet yours as she pulls you into a deep, loving kiss
>Your mind goes blank for a moment as her tongue intertwines with yours, before you regain your senses and return her kiss
>It's exhilarating yet... you start to feel exhausted for the first time since you died
>And the pull keeping you here is still there but now ...it's shifting
>Slowly but inevitably pulling towards her
>A small tug at first but more and more of yourself is drawn into her until inexplicitly you start to feel your incorporeal form flowing past her lips, into the soft, warm embrace of her mouth
>For a moment she holds you there, or at least that part of you, surrounded by the silky smooth flesh, as she lets out a small moan, enjoying the way your soul's flavor dances across her tongue
>And despite a small voice in the back of your head screaming, you don't want it to stop even as the first gulp sends you down to her waiting depths
>One, two, three more and the last of you goes down, albeit after she takes a moment to savor the taste before the final swallow, letting her heavenly tongue dance teasingly across your lower half
>An unspoken final apology as she sends the last of you into the hellish purgatory below

>It burns, far more than you'd expect given the paradise that was her mouth
>You might have thought it would be like the rest of her, soft, pleasant, able to make every second feel wonderful, but no
>No, this is a churning hot storm of acidic holy energy, too pure and potent for any mortal soul
>A veritable crucible of judgment where your sins have left you wanting
>And the punishment is to have the very essence of her being aggressively seep into you, seeking out everything that good is repulsed by and scouring it away from your very soul
>Even if that means there will be nothing left
>Somewhere beyond the pain you register her voice as she mournfully explains that while she can bring you into paradise with her, it's only as a part of her
>A good soul can survive it she assures you, but her words are a cold comfort as you lose more and more of yourself to her
>Each bit only seeming to intensify the hunger of her gurgling gut as it kneads and squeezes your very being, reducing what should be an eternal soul down to nothing as she begins to say a prayer for you, one asking for your sins to be forgiven and failing, to thank her goddess for her meal in the same breath
>A comforting squeeze, a whispered apology, and the hungry acid, it's work now done, settling into a pleasant fizz is the last thing you feel as you fade away

>Much, much later
>"Not much left of you" She hums out, a slight trace of disappointment in her voice, "I guess you weren't very good but you weren't very evil were you?"
>Your only answer is to bashfully flutter your newly acquired snow white wings as you look up at her
>"There's barely enough left of you to fit in the palm of my hand now" she lightly chides as she reaches down to lightly run a finger over your tiny, naked body to your embarrassment
>"Well, no, most of you is still on my ass isn't it?" she quickly corrects, "Not that you don't enjoy it, I saw the way you looked at me" she jokingly scolds waving her finger at you
>You're honestly surprised she's not mad....actually she seemed a bit flattered when she caught you staring at your addition to her form right after she called your soul up from within her
>"That much huh?" her words cut your musings short as you realize she's looking down at you with an amused quirk of her eyebrow, well down at your crotch
>The speed at which you try to hide your shame from her causes her to burst out laughing, "Don't worry" she reassures you, lightly prying your hands away, "You'll have eternity to admire the view" She teases, "And there's plenty of other fun things I can do with an adorable pocket sized cherub"
>While your mind is still racing about the implications of those words she takes advantage of your stunned silence to lift you up and plant a kiss on your tiny body
>"But for the time being you need to go back home, we'll play later little one" she says with a bit of disappointment on her breath before she parts her lips and tilts her hand back, sending you tumbling down into her waiting maw
>And this time your trip is much more pleasant