Welllll... My first ever published lemon, please tell me how I did. Before you start about the fact that the wings are the most sensitive spot on a Flügel`s body: I considered that, but that would make a lemon quite one-sided, so I decided against it for the moment.

This chapter contains the lemon from [Wish of an Angel, Chapter 3]. For context, please read the story. If you're not here for the context, or already read the chapter(s), then read on. In the future, this might get updated as WishOfAnAngel contains another lemon. I don't think that I'll be writing seperate lemons for this story, but I might be persuaded if this one gets received well.

When Jibril walked into the bedroom, she already had a plan in mind. A plan that she had made up during the day and the previous night. She had thought of her options of bringing her plan into action, and the opportunity had just showed when Sora had taken her to her old home.

She knew that both of them were ready to take their relationship to a next level, Sora was just too gentle to take the first step. It was weird how Sora had turned from a full-on pervert into a gentleman as he had in the past few days. Apparently getting a girlfriend, or just falling in love with one girl instead of the phenomenon 'girls', had had a positive influence on the king of the Imanity.

"... Now, what more do you want in this room?" Sora asked, his back to her. Jibril smiled, took a deep breath and walked up to him, her hands moving behind her back to unclasp her top piece.

Pulling the piece of clothing over her head while she walked closer to her lover, she answered his question in the most seductive voice that she could make. "You."

Sora turned around at the tone and word of the Flügel, just in time to see her throwing her top piece to the ground, a smile that matched her voice decorating her beautiful face. There was an unexpected fire in her eyes, Sora noticed, the Flügel had really set her mind on this. Looking over her body, and mainly her now exposed upper part, the gamer found himself wondering how he had managed to get such a girl. Her breasts were large, though not huge, and seemed to be completely in sync with the rest of her body. Just outside of his reach, she stopped walking towards him, looking at him. Deciding that it was the thing that Jibril desired from him, Sora took the last step himself. Now close enough, he cupped the girl`s face with his left hand, making her look up to him. While looking into her eyes, Sora moved his head to hers, pressed his lips onto her and started the kiss that would in turn start it all.

Jibril was not sure of herself, though she acted as if she was. Her doubts if Sora was ready for this step were pushed away from her mind as her King closed the distance between them himself. Using his hand to push her head up, she was stared at pretty intensively, before Sora moved his head in to crush his lips on her own. They had had kisses like this in the previous night, but this one was different. Partly because of the force that was put into it, partly because they both knew what this kiss was starting.

As their kiss deepened, Jibril roamed her hands over Sora`s body, tugging on his shirt. Still locked together, she was not yet able to undo him from it, but she had already grasped it with both hands.

Breaking their kiss for a second, she pulled Sora`s shirt over his head. She was not granted any time to study his chest, for Sora had already bowed forward, his mouth back on hers before his shirt had touched the ground. His hands closed together behind her back, and with small steps at a time, he guided the two of them to the large bed. As Sora broke their connection to breath in some air, Jibril used the moment to slowly step around him, putting Sora between her and the bed. With her hand, she pushed the human towards the mattress, bowing down with him.

Sora had tried to maintain in the lead, but it looked like that would not be possible this time. Not that he had anything against it. Underneath his belt, he felt the pressure of his pelvis, which was slowly growing stiff. As he was pushed onto the bed, the Flügel moving down on it with him, he moved her eyes over her body. Her beautiful chest seemed to be begging to be touched, so Sora complied. Moving his hands over Jibril`s body, they rested on her sizable breasts, only to start kneading them. The soft moans coming from Jibril indicated that he was doing something right, resulting in him increasing the force and pace with which he was caressing the angel`s chest.

Sora`s touch almost made Jibril go through the roof. She could not recall the last time that she had felt so good. However, she thought, she was not to be outdone so easy. Her hands, that had been on Sora`s chest to push him down, moved lower. While she climbed onto the bed herself, pinning her lover`s legs with hers, her hand reached his belt, and the considerable bulge below. Smirking as Sora let out a heavy breath when she pressured it, her hands started on the belt. The metal clasp opened easily, as did the buttons. Now, her first destination was in reach. No longer strapped below the jeans, the bulge grew under her lustfilled eyes. Before she could move closer to it though, Sora gave a sudden tug, pulling her down on top of his body. As their skin touched, Jibril smiled and crawled up until their heads were at the same level.

She gave him a swift peck before whispering: "Ready to go, my King?"

Sora did not answer, but instead roamed his hands down to the last piece of clothing that she was wearing. Not able to stop his hands, she was forced to gasp as they moved down to stroke over one of her most sensitive places. With a tug of his hands, she was deprived of her last bit of underwear, unceremoniously torn apart. She was far too busy with the assault on her body to care about that. She felt herself getting more than just a little bit wet. She had waited for this, planned for this, and had a few strokes of luck on her way. And now, she had lost control of the situation, and she was fine with it.

Hearing the Flügel moan close to his ears made Sora even harder. He felt pleased that, unless being a virgin, he knew enough to please a girl. She was trying to stay on track on top of him, but she looked like she was having a hard time doing so. Yet, having her on top restricted his movements, Sora thought, so he took action to take care of this.

His hand left her vagina, and the heavy breathing Flügel stared at him with a hint of anger. That was swept away as he grabbed her by her shoulders and, careful not to hurt her wings, rolled her to the left, rolling with her in the movement. Now, on top of her, Sora had a slightly different view of her divine body. Jibril used this slight lapse in pressure on her senses to drag down his pants. Before she was able to take his underwear as well, Sora bended forward and kissed her neck. Jibril felt a shiver shooting through her body, which continued as Sora worked his way down.

Reaching her nipples, Sora took his sweet time. As he caressed, kissed and licked the Flügels tits, he noticed in delight that she was squirming underneath him. Keeping his hands on her breast, Sora`s mouth moved further down. Jibril moaned with every kiss, and her eager was growing with every inch that Sora went down. Deciding to tease the Flügel for a little, he didn't let his tongue touch anywhere near the spot that she was waiting for him to touch, instead working down her thighs and legs.

"That's enough." Jibril said as she grasped Sora`s hair, dragged him up a few inches and pressed him down between her legs. "Goooods…" She moaned immediately after, keeping Sora pressed down as he moved his tongue around. She was nearing a peak, and would not be able to hold back for much longer. Using her wings to press Sora to her body, her hands moved to her own breasts, unconsciously fondling them as she felt herself ascending quite fast.

He knew that she was close, he longed for it just as much as she did. Her gasps became airy and her wings pressed him down with a ferocious power. Suddenly, she moaned louder than before, squirmed, and came. With a smirk, Sora looked up. The sight that pleased his eyes was something that he would never want to forget. Through her cleavage, he looked straight into Jibril`s eyes, which were filled with a blissful expression. As he crawled up to her face, the bulge in his underwear pressing against her now moist vagina, she kissed him.

"By the gods, Sora, I love you!"

"Anything for my angel, but we're not ready yet, are we?"

Hooking her left foot underneath the band that held his underwear up, she pushed it down. "No," she smirked. "we`re only just starting for real now. After all, I could not leave my King unattended after his royal treatment, could I?" Her voice changed to a commanding tone. "I'm on top now, lay down Sora."

"With pleasure, Jibril."

"I can assure you that you'll be having enough of that soon."

As they switched positions, Jibril moved her gaze to the no longer contained manly bodypart. For a moment the Flügel wondered how that would ever fit into her petite body, but she knew enough to know that it would just take time. That was all the rational thoughts that she could come up with, as she positioned herself behind his cock. Sora stared up into her eyes, and Jibril steeled herself mentally. She rose up, some drips of body liquid dripping out of her as she did so, and slowly moved down.

The winged goddess, as Jibril looked like in Sora`s eyes at the moment, took his breath away as she enveloped his cock in her body. For a moment, his senses went blank, and Sora closed his eyes. A sigh that escaped his mouth was accompanied by a moan from Jibril. They stayed in that position for a small minute before Jibril repeated the move, moving down a bit faster.

As they increased their pace, so did the volume of their moans. Jibril was now riding him in a fluid movement, giving Sora no time to regain his senses. He felt that he was reaching the point where he could no longer hold himself back. Deciding not to be the first of them to give in, Sora bucked his body up, matching the moment with Jibril going down. It did what he had expected, sending Jibril close to her own edge shiftly.

She was the first to give up. Sora felt her flesh clenching on his in several waves, followed by a new load of cum. This sensation itself send Sora over the edge as well. After dragging himself out of her, which was something his mind could think of in this state of time, he felt his cock started throbbing, shooting and leaking out his own cum all over the Flügel`s body and bed.

"Jibril, that was amazing. Gods, I love you even more now, and I did not even know that that was still possible." Sora said, a few minutes after the conclusion, still breathing in an inaccurate tempo, as was the case with Jibril.

"You really are dirty, Sora, spoiling my bed and belly in such a way."

"Well, I did not know anything about a Flügel`s cycle of moonblood etcetera, and decided that it was better to avoid the risk."

"Hush, I'm kidding. I love you Sora, you were-" She took a swift, deep breath "...are amazing. Now, we'll wash those blankets and take a shower. The bathroom is through that door. Go on ahead, I'll…" Another airy breath. "I will catch my breath and follow shortly."

It was around six when they left the library, holding hands as they walked away. The objects that they had planned to take with them all piled up inside the library, but not yet retrieved. That was something that they always could do on a later day, which would give them the perfect excuse to return to the library, and the Flügel`s rooms. Smiling happily, they walked towards the castle, feeling totally content with the way life was treating them now.