Chapter 1

The plane finally dropped below the cloud level and Nash was treated to a view of the Island from his passenger window. The Isle of Inroh. Home.

He’d only been gone two weeks but already he’d missed it. But it wasn’t the land that frequented his thoughts late at night.

“I recognise that look,” said the stranger next to him. An old man. It was a busy flight, people were worried the airports might shut down again soon, and so they rushed to get back home. Nash had cut his holiday short for another reason, it was the first day of the new school year.

“What look?” He humoured the old man.

“Love.”

Nash scoffed.

“Do yourself a favour,” the old man had a distant look in his eye. “Act on it. Don’t let it pass you by.” As the old man fell into a well of memories and regret, Nash turned back to the beautiful view of the island, lost in thoughts of his own.

Nash returned from his holiday alone, but he didn’t leave that way. He’d left with two of his best friends, Saburo and Kade. It was meant to be a graduation holiday, and Saburo and Kade had graduated.

But not Nash. He hadn’t even written the exams. At the end of the school year, he’d suffered from what the doctor called a ‘severe mental breakdown’. He’d crashed. From the stress or fear or something else.

As he disembarked the plane, retrieved his luggage and ordered a taxi, he tried to occupy himself with a single focus ... Determination. He was determined to do better this year, but he could still feel it. Something inside of him that was broken. Something was holding him back.

It was a thirty-minute ride from the airport to the town but it passed in an instant. He was lost in his own thoughts, as he always was. He’d barely paid attention to the rolling green hills of Inroh, and hadn’t spoken a word to the driver.

The sign woke him from his torpor. Thorne Bay. A hundred thousand people were living on the island of Inroh, more than half of which lived in Thorne Bay.

“Nice neighbourhood,” the driver whistled as Nash disembarked, paid and thanked him.

It was already 9 am, and Nash was already late for his first day of the new school year. Hopefully, that also meant the house (mansion, some would call it) was empty. Nash loved his three sisters, but he was feeling particularly overwhelmed at the moment.

The door was already unlocked. Nash frowned and let himself in. And there she was. The vixen that had lived rent-free in his mind for the past two weeks. Who was he kidding? More than two weeks. He had fantasies about how this moment might play out. She would be overjoyed at seeing him. They would finally confess the deep-rooted, forbidden feelings they had for each other, a massive weight off of their collective shoulder. And then she would drag him upstairs, and the things they would do to each other ... Unbridled passions, held in secret from a world that despises such carnal union.

That’s what he hoped would happen.

“Where’ve you been!” his youngest sister, Aisling came thundering towards him, a fury of raven hair. It was amazing how someone so small could look so fierce. When she wasn’t angry, her blue eyes were studious and quick, eager to wring anything they could from the scene, today then burnt red with ... Something. Rage? Why?

She finally caught up to him and Nash grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. It felt good, until she abruptly pulled away.

“We need to get to school,” she stammered, her expression was unreadable, but it wasn’t good.

“Before I left ... The kiss? Aisling ... I haven’t been able to think of anything else since.”

“That was a mistake.” And she made to leave the house. “Come on.” A part of Nash wished he’d never left the plane. Wished he’d never come back.

Nash’s mind was a blur as they retrieved their bikes from the garage and began to pedal downhill towards Thorne Bay Academy. The old man had warned him not to let love pass him by and yet, Nash felt as if it had long since sailed.

He loved his sister Aisling. In a very unbrotherly way. Perhaps he was just broken in some irredeemable way. But he knew she’d felt the same. She’d kissed him before he’d left for South Africa, for his holiday.

Aisling took her studies seriously and was rushing towards the school. Nash’s heart was thundering, and he let her drift ahead. He could feel it coming. Another breakdown. He turned off the street he should have been on, and then he took another. He was gazing at a beautiful view of the bay as he let gravity pull his bike down a road out of town. His head was ablaze with a thousand conflicting thoughts. He willed his heart to still.

He’d barely noticed the truck before it hit him. His shoulder flared with pain as it struck, he lost all sense of direction, of gravity. And then he hit the ground, and all pain subsided.

When you see an angel, an actual angel, then you know it is so. And indeed Nash knew it was so when it came down to him. She had wings that soared to the horizon and hair that glowed gold. Her body was perfection, clad in loose white fabrics that would have been overly revealing even if they weren’t translucent. Her skin was rich in its paleness and lent her curves an otherworldly glow.

She smiled as she batted her wings and landed next to him. Nash knew what she would say before she said it.

“You have died, my child.” she held his cheek and Nash felt tears well in his eyes. As much as he sometimes despised living, there isn’t a soul that doesn’t meet death without fear and regret. She leaned in, and Nash found himself tensing. “But you were destined for far greater things. I’m not supposed to intervene, not so much as this. But you’re not supposed to die,” she whispered the words like honey in his ear.

“You have a choice to make, then. My dear Nash.” She smiled and ran her hand gently across his face. Even in this state, Nash felt his arousal rise. He wanted to kiss her, to suck on those nimble fingers. He wanted to move, to hold her, to take her. But he was frozen.

“Die, and be at peace,” she placed a hand on his chest, and Nash wished she would reach lower still. “Or take my gift, and be reborn. And be prepared to fight.” She cradled his head on her knees.

“I choose life.” Nash was surprised at his conviction. Something was broken inside him, but he wasn’t ready to die just yet.

“Then drink.” She said. Nash was confused. Drink what? The angel parted her skirts and Nash saw it. Her penis. A cock so beautiful he didn’t give it a second thought. He brought it to his mouth and began to suck.

Nash had never had an inclination to dick, but he’d never seen a dick on a woman before, and who could deny an angel? He enjoyed her hairless sack, her full balls, her adamantine rigidness.