Shadows and silence hung about her room, teased out by the weakest of lights sneaking through the bedroom window and sheer curtains. Everything took on the somber blue of midnight, making teddy bears monstrous and dolls devious. Even the ponies on the shelves that normally pranced through their owner's imagination as show horses could look down menacingly from their perch. But ignorance was bliss and the proprietor of these creatures was fast asleep.

I stood in the doorway, staring at the small lump in the covers rising and falling. Underneath the plush comforter and soft sheets, a sweet little girl gathered her dreams. Only her closed eyes and crown of golden curls stayed free to the night air. Her skin was like porcelain, just like her dolls. But no manner of darkness could disguise her as anything but innocent.

The vision of this place always made my legs go weak. There was a utopia-like quality to its serenity and beauty. I could rarely help but enter it and take a seat at the edge of her bed.

My hands shook with the anticipation of even being this close to her. She shifted under her covers as my body changed the shape of her mattress under my weight. The girl couldn't have been older than five or six years. And yet my passion for her was greater than any other I had met. The insistence of my heart and hands could not be denied with her. These nights were the only time I could really allow it any form of expression.

Sitting so close to her always made me want to see her. Even though I often worried that she would get cold, it became a need of mine to take her in. Ever so lightly, I took up the flowery sheets from under her chin and pulled them back. I would watch with eager eyes as her neck, shoulders, and nightgown came into sight. Eventually, I would find the end of the silk drape, scrunched around her little knees and finally, a pair of delicate feet.

Like the paintings of cherubs, her tiny little body still was far away from the shapely visage of a woman. Her skin was pure, without the hint of hair or sun's touch. She had the roundness of face and stomach characteristic of her only recently leaving behind her toddler days. Little fingers and toes that squirmed and grabbed at most anything. Her beauty was simply unmatched by any work of art or girl of age or experience.

As my eyes and the loss of heat both took to her body, this gift of feminine youth roused from her slumber. Two little blue eyes fluttered open and looked upon my shape without the aid of candle or lamp. Even without such assistance, there was a spark of recognition there. Though she may not have understood these times we shared, she never resisted them.

My trembling hand found the side of her neck. The heat exuding from her body almost burned my fingers. Her breathing was light, still only half awake. My palm followed her lines to her shoulder, catching one of the thin strings holding her nightgown onto her and letting it hang down the side of her arm. Drawing away the other, I slid the silk just down far enough to reveal what would someday become her bosom. Two little nipples upon pillows of her baby fat.

I leaned forward and kissed her neck. She smelled of lavender, from a bath hours ago. As my hand traced her clavicle and down onto her chest, I tasted her skin. Flits of my tongue across her throat revealed the sweet taste of my favorite child, a medley of sweet and savory. My dear lover laid back and allowed all of my explorations of her.

It was not, however, her neck and chest that I came so often for. So I let free her flat form and came to the end of the bed where her feet awaited me. As if cradling a treasure, I lifted up one and laid upon it butterfly kisses from the tips of her toes to her ankle. My lips traced their way upwards, following her skinny calf up to her knee and finding the hem of her gown. I propped her legs up, creating a cave of her night-time attire. At the center of that shadowy place, a precious thing unlike any other existed.

My hands crawled forwards, creeping underneath the fabric that kept this child's decency during her bed time. While they followed the tops of her legs, my lips kissed down the inside of her thigh, deeper into her negligee. I found the bit of fabric crossing her hips and continued upwards, taking in the soft curve of her infantile stomach that would lead inevitably to her childhood.

Licking and kissing, my lips made their way across her warm thighs. Almost without warning, the edge of cotton found me. I inhaled deeply, taking in the mixture of girl smell and sleep contained there. And, like a little boy with his first girlfriend, placing a puckered kiss right in the center of the cloth-covered flesh trapped there.

Outside of this canopy tent of treasures, the sleepy breath of the girl slowed once more, beginning to drift away in touch and dream. Every little inhale and exhale transferred to my hands, still cupping her stomach. An errant thumb circled her belly button, calling up a sleepy giggle before she snuggled back into her pillow.

Inside, I nuzzled the downy plush of her tiny, intimate deeps. I could feel it giving to my push, cushioning my every advance. She was, without doubt, the only thing I desired. Drawing my hands back down her, following her sides down to her pert rear, I hooked the soft, bow-crowned panties in my finger tips and continued my descent. I pulled my face away from her long enough to pull her panties back to her knees and return.

I was face to face with beauty incarnate. All lines, from the crevice between her legs and torso to parting of her cheeks, led to the ruler of my world. Two lips, almost pouting, slid into an even more amazing cave than the one I currently hid in. I salivated, like a starved man looking upon a feast. Behind me, the panties stretched between her tiny knees pressed into the back of my head, as if to insist I take part. I could not resist.

Gentle kisses led their way back up. Finally, we kissed. I pressed my lips to hers. Up and down, I placed more light kisses from the top of her slit to deep between her legs. She shifted, but I was beyond noticing. I made love to her. My kisses became open, bringing my tongue to her sensitive flesh. With each new urge, her lips gave way, opening to the pink silk beneath. The little body quivered as my tongue reached deeper inside, sampling her tastes. And then up, finding her most attentive place. Her tiny button, tensed, drew out a sleepy whimper. Divine.

I alternated, climbing up to her button and falling down to the real entrance, teasing a door that had long been left open for me. My desire was becoming insatiable for her, driving me wild, moving me faster. My fingers spread her wide open as I drove my tongue onwards, tickling her every nerve. What once was half asleep was now all impassioned. Her butt pushed off the bed, keeping my mouth firmly locked on her sex.

With a sudden gasp, she heaved herself up onto my tongue, and let out a weak cry of relief. I felt a wetness there, a mixture of us and our love. Her breathing had sped up, trying to keep pace with her squeaks and whines of pleasure. But as she fell back to her bed, sleep came quickly.

I climbed from the depths of her with a clarity. With me, I took her panties, placing them to the side. The gown was bunched up around her waist, letting moonlight grace her delicate skin. Her sex glistened, the only treasure that could sparkle in my world. She faced the side of the bed, the imprints of her hands on each side of her pillow. Her hair would need brushing, tousled from her head turning from side to side, teased into thrashing. The aftermath of my angel facing the Earth. I wasn't done.

I opened my buttons, undid my belt. I pulled away the attire that made me a gentleman, letting it give way to the man underneath. With my shirt, pants, and shoes behind me, I stood over this little angel. What a contrast she and I were like this. She, innocence upon a bed of quilted flowers and gold. And me, a dirty, monstrous thing, come for its basest desires. We both simply were who we were. There was no confusion.

With a quaking intensity, I took to her bed. On all fours, I stood. Underneath me, this child laid in serenity, in the glow of my love for her. Between us, it hung, the bestial appendage. I needed her because it needed her. Splayed out as she was, I could resist acting no longer.

I reared up like a nightmare over her, my brutish cock jutted out from my stomach over her. In desperation, I grabbed her by her thighs and pulled her hips to my height. As I did, her head left the pillow, curls making a trail where her head once rested sweetly. Like a stud, my cock jabbed recklessly, hunting for its target. Finally, the head of my cock broke past my angel's wet lips.

I heaved forward instinctively, forcing my thickness into the impossibly small passage that I had so carefully danced with before. Below, she had reawakened, announcing my penetration with a choked cry. Clinging to her hips and out of my mind, I thrust as far forward as I could, burying myself three inches deep in the tiny creature.

She let out a silent wail as I found the innermost part of her. Like the heaven this child surely came from, I was certain her insides were made of sensual gold and silver, sparkles and sunlight. I held her hips to mine as I took to the carnal act, forcing my cock into her feverishly. My eyes barely registered the difference between objects or color, making everything a swirling mixture of blushing reds, soft whites, and glimmers of light on places long since made wet.

I was erratic, driven irrational with lust. Between us, I could not tell when she began and I ended. Her insides clenched at me in time with my heart and I pulsed in time with hers. Her passage could barely accept me at all, making the slightest change dramatic. Leaning forward, I hunched my hips into her captured childhood. Her canal sealed around my shaft, unable to accommodate anything thicker without ripping apart. The plush, outer lips of her pussy spread tight and tugged inwards with every push, as if she could be somehow turned inside out.

This was as close to heaven as I could get, bumping up against the gate with sin. And never for long.

Like a man possessed, I sputtered out as if speaking in tongues. The glow of my angel's body overcame me, overwhelmed me. It was boiling up inside me so much that I could no longer stand to keep going. I slumped over this violated beauty and rammed into her as deeply as I could, jamming my helmet into the wall of her cervix. My cum had nowhere to go but out, squeezing out of her tightly-stretched lips.

I held her like this, impaled upon me, for what seemed like hours. Every minutia of sensation threw stars into my eyes, from the involuntary pulse of my penis to the rolling drops of cum easing from her. The rising and falling of her chest even caused the gentlest of tugging between us. In this condition, I did nothing but tremble, revel in the horrible, incredible sensation.

Eventually, I slipped free of her, chased by the remnants of my orgasm. Between us, her pussy lips slowly closed, swollen from the abuses I had laid upon them. I let her body fall back to the mattress below us, a limp thing gone back to the bright, sun-filled playground of her dreams again. Even taken for the carnal pleasure of a monster like myself, she looked as perfect as she had been when I first arrived, first uncovered her delicate, untouched body.

I took one last moment with her, running my warm hands over her naked, prepubescent body. Tracing the lines of her soft chest and belly down to that precious place, her reddened mons. The crease of her body tracing down below to her bottom, was greased with semen. As I plied her open, I was greeted by the pink entrance of my angel painted white, immediately beginning to drip the excess trapped between her lips. I smiled as a father would to his child and caught the dripping fluid before it went to stain her flowery sheets. Carefully, I returned this last drop of essence to the painted halls, ensuring her little hooded button and entrance remained moist. With a parting sigh, I let her lips close for the night.

Short work was made of reassembling her. Returning her undergarments and night gown to the proper position took seconds despite the urge to linger. The angel among men was tucked in and I stood as I did before, looking at the recreation of a lovely painting of a girl fast at sleep, safe in her home. And as I disappeared into the night, I wondered at what could come the eve after, when I might meet my angel again.