Falling into a Bow: An Angelic Lesbian Submission Story

By Harmony Fuller

Light and Darkness. Heaven and Hell. Pain and Pleasure...

I am an angel. Created to defend the souls of the living in the court of the damned. The prosecution - a devil created to be my equal. A balance of light and dark. But I have harbored a dark, sexy secret from the moment I appeared in this world. I don’t want her to be my equal. I want her to be my Master.

Fantasies of what it would be like to serve at a demon’s feet plague me until the day Scarlet asks me to lunch. In a dirty diner booth, located in the heart of Purgatory, she spreads my legs and enters not only my core, but my soul.

Delicious punishment is served as desert as she takes me back to Hell for a night of Heaven. Spanked skin and wet lips are only the start of my torment as she commands me to bow. I have no choice but to submit.

Heaven help me, I am about to sin.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DrunkFlamingoPublishing
• Release date: Nov 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005056261

Harmony Fuller

Writer, gaming enthusiast, foodie, and lover of all things Lesbian, Gender Swap, & Futa are just a few things that describe Harmony Fuller. With a passion for Science Fiction and Fantasy, you are more likely to find her sexy heroines in a dragons lair than a corporate office.She is currently writing part time in Southern California but hopes to one day move back to her farm in the heartlands and write full time.

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CHAPTER 1

Angels and demons don't get to choose what we are coming into life. Instead, we just sort of... are.

My earliest memory was of the demon standing across from me in the courtroom's haze. We had been created together - ying and yang - to judge those whose souls died without a clear vision of where they were heading. But that was my problem. How could I judge a mortal soul worthy of heaven or hell when I was constantly distracted by the curves and smooth, dark voice of Scarlet? Something had gone wrong in my creation, because she felt like my only purpose in the world.

Prim.

The judge's voice caught my attention, bringing me back to the task at hand. I ripped my eyes away from the she-devil's face, but not before she caught me staring and raised a playful brow. I turned, fully facing the creature that ultimately ruled in this between realm. He had the wings of an angel but the horns and abs of Satan himself. I had seen as many mortal souls cower before him as beg him to take them to his bed. Luckily, at least his abs did nothing for me.

Yes Judge. I replied, trying to remember the last thing that had been said.

Your defense of this mortal's soul?

Oh yeah. Defense. The whole reason I had been created. It was hard to think when all I could focus on was the smell of her smoky sweet scent from across the room.

I turned back to look at the ghostly figure of the man before me. His name in life had been Allen, and he had been the first one to create a brand of knock-off crocs. I scanned his memories, searching for anything redeemable.

Your honor, I present that this man was a good and honorable man. His creation of the first set of knock-off crocs saved hundreds of people from slipping in restaurants and grocery stores all while being at rock-bottom prices.

I thought I heard both Scarlet and the soul chuckle. Maybe that had sounded like too much of a commercial and not enough like a solid case for Heaven.

Scarlet moved, catching my eye. I would never tire of looking at her body. She was everything a she-devil should be. Black leather wrapped around impossibly voluminous curves. Blood-red eyes. Small fangs. A tail that whipped around as she spoke, ending in