As a young virgin slowly blossoms into womanhood, the fruits of temptation fully ripen, dripping with juices before the lustful eyes of a sinful world. Naive, inexperienced, completely exposed and virtually powerless, the ingenue is ready prey for demonic beasts with insatiable appetites. Resist, she must, but provoked too by primal urges, as they emerge from the murky depths of her subconscious, the young maiden struggles to reconcile new erotic feelings with her well founded sense of morality and dignity. Acquiescence to animal instincts would simply be inhuman, but, if sex is wrong, why then does she take pleasure in her torment? Is her femininity truly a weakness or, rather, may women be empowered by its irresistible provocative force?
"Those that soil this moon with the blood of women will be torn completely apart"
Enter Angel Blade, an awesome spectacle to behold, her bountiful virtues prominently displayed, vividly embellished in exotic apparel. Standing high above stunned onlookers, bathed by moonlight, Angel Blade embodies all that a young woman can ever hope to be; proudly exhibiting her womanhood in bold defiance to all who would exploit the damsels in distress that she has so nobly devoted her life to protect. But how can she? Does not Angel Blade too feel the seed of desire budding within her swelling bosom? Can a gorgeous flower in full bloom forever withhold its sweet nectar? Yet, it would seem that our dying world is in desperate need of its vital sustenance. Fleeting remnants of humanity, dwindling lights against a bleak horizon, are threatened by the absolute darkness that would devour us all.
In battle, the Moonlight Knight jounces her ample breasts and swings her curvaceous hips, in time with sharp, strident chords, and in smooth harmony with the fluttering and pounding rhythm of a thrilling heart beat. Should Angel Blade prove to be too weak, however, should she surrender her bare flesh to unspeakable evil, she would be completely stripped of all virtue and forever transformed into an indomitable beast, so perverse that it is neither male nor female. How can Angel Blade stand against this overwhelming tide of wanton lust and vile corruption? Somewhere, deep within her very soul, she must find the strength she needs.
"The sharpest blades are the dreams you have in your heart"
"Those that soil this moon with the blood of women will be torn completely apart"
Enter Angel Blade, an awesome spectacle to behold, her bountiful virtues prominently displayed, vividly embellished in exotic apparel. Standing high above stunned onlookers, bathed by moonlight, Angel Blade embodies all that a young woman can ever hope to be; proudly exhibiting her womanhood in bold defiance to all who would exploit the damsels in distress that she has so nobly devoted her life to protect. But how can she? Does not Angel Blade too feel the seed of desire budding within her swelling bosom? Can a gorgeous flower in full bloom forever withhold its sweet nectar? Yet, it would seem that our dying world is in desperate need of its vital sustenance. Fleeting remnants of humanity, dwindling lights against a bleak horizon, are threatened by the absolute darkness that would devour us all.
In battle, the Moonlight Knight jounces her ample breasts and swings her curvaceous hips, in time with sharp, strident chords, and in smooth harmony with the fluttering and pounding rhythm of a thrilling heart beat. Should Angel Blade prove to be too weak, however, should she surrender her bare flesh to unspeakable evil, she would be completely stripped of all virtue and forever transformed into an indomitable beast, so perverse that it is neither male nor female. How can Angel Blade stand against this overwhelming tide of wanton lust and vile corruption? Somewhere, deep within her very soul, she must find the strength she needs.
"The sharpest blades are the dreams you have in your heart"
