Chapter 10

When next he woke up the first thing that hit him was the stiffness throughout his back. Turning over he cursed, finding the source of his discomfort was the fact that he was sleeping on a solid wood pew.

"Good, you're awake." Gabriel said. She had abandoned her normal white clothing in favor of the female exorcist uniform with a long black surcoat. It took all his mental and physical control to stop blood from spurting from his nose like a fountain at the sight of her, and while he was used to seeing her in all white, she certainly knew how to wear black. In the distance he could hear Kala snorting, "You always did prefer black to white."

"Don't just sit there." She smiled, "come to me."

He nodded dumbly, unwilling to disobey the words of the goddess before him, and hopped to his feet ignoring his earlier discomfort.

She held up a single finger, her other hand cradling the elbow of that hand, pushing up her generous bust. "Reckless use of your power will cause your body to heat up, eventually leading to your death." She warned. "What I'm going to show you now are some exercises we teach to exorcists with higher than average Holy Light. It'll teach you to control your powers as well as giving your body time to adjust to using the power coursing through your veins. Each set of exercises is harder than the last and over time you'll be able to use more and more Holy Light without risk of killing yourself. While you'll never be able to fully utilize everything to the level of a Throne, it's safe to assume that you'll be able to hold your own against the Third and possibly the Second Sphere using Holy Light alone."

He could feel his jaw dropping in disbelief! The idea that any mortal being would be able to stand against an angel using their own element was ludicrous, yet here was one of the most powerful beings of Heaven telling him that he would one day be able to do so. At the same time the male part of his brain was once more imagining her dressed as a librarian or a teacher. Needless to say that he was having no trouble standing straight in either sense.

She smirked, an expression completely opposed to her normal ones, and something he had never seen her do before. Reaching out a hand she lightly grasped his chin before pushing upwards, closing his jaw shut with an audible clink. "Try not to look so stunned." She said, her eyes never drifting below his, and completely missing his lower reaction. Inwardly he sighed in relief as she stepped back and turned around, taking a moment to adjust his clothing, and to cast a subtle freshening charm over himself. "Now what I'm going to show you is how to draw out the Holy Light from within you."

"Is that why we're in a church?" He asked, pointedly looking at the surrounding icons and statues.

"Correct." She nodded. "In a place like this which is saturated with the Holy Element it'll not only be easier for you to draw it out but also less tiresome as you won't be taking so large a portion out of yourself but mixing a small bit of yourself with the existing element in the atmosphere to enact a miracle. This is something we do with all new trainees until they become comfortable enough in drawing out and controlling their power. Once they learn that we move them to areas that have less and less concentrations of Holy element before finally cutting them off completely."

"We don't have years for me to progress like a normal exorcist." He reminded.

"True at this moment we don't have months to train you."

He stiffened, understanding dawning on his face as he took in her words. He remembered the conversation that he had with her yesterday(?), he wasn't too sure what day it was to be honest. What she was proposing was crazy, I mean sure he meddled in temporal magics often, but he was trained in it, had access to the Magical Crest of the woman hailed as the living embodiment of Magic, and even still he only did so in a pocket dimension that way should anything go wrong he didn't take the rest of creation with him. He might've been an asshole but he wasn't a total dick.

For her to propose this method things, must've been bad.

"Now I don't expect you to master everything that I have to teach you, but I'm not letting you go until you have the absolute basics and you prove to me that you won't kill yourself the next time you draw on your holy light." She said, swiping at the air. A large circular wooden table appeared, and on it were three glass domes of varying size connected to each other with hollow tubes of glass.

Stepping closer he looked at it curiously, before his eyes widened in disbelief. Inside the largest of the domes was a large cathedral like structure, its beauty exquisite. "You have the Duomo di Milano…in a glass dome?"

"Your mother made it for me." She nodded, smiling at his recognition. Her fingers caressed the subtle runes carved into the glass, "Of course at the time I had been joking around, and didn't expect her to make me something so extravagant." He turned his eyes from the impressive gothic cathedral and looked at the smaller domes, one of which had an Italian style villa complete with a white sandy beach, and ocean waves. The last dome was simply a field with different equipment strewn about it.

He had the urge to facepalm as he felt his magic resonating with the construct. Only his mother would make something so outlandish on a whim, and only she would be crazy enough to link together several pocket dimensions trapping them inside another pocket. And only she would be insane enough to have the power source being a loop type, with the excess feedback being stored in a buffer.

Taking a quick peek at the buffer, peeling away all the layers of security his mother had weaved around it, he blanched.

When whatever Gabriel had planned for him was done he would have to take this away, as only his mother would give a person a proof on concept model with no safeties that in all likelihood would go off with the force of a bomb.

No, bomb was an understatement. What Gabriel had summoned was more akin to a portable apocalypse.

The buffer used to store the excess power generated was already dangerously full. She had probably been so ecstatic when she completed this proof that she immediately abandoned it and began working on a true prototype. Apathetic to the fact that she hadn't built in any safeties.

Only someone as eccentric as her would add a beach house villa, one of the most beautiful cathedrals in the world and a plain field into a proof on concept.

"Anyways, we'll be doing your training in here." She said waving her hand over the glass dome. "Time passes at the rate of 1:6 inside, and I'll be taking us back 6 months. In the real world 6 months will pass but inside the dome we'll have 36 months to ourselves. 3 years for you to pass my tests."

3 years. Alone. With the woman he loved.

If he wasn't so sure that fate hated him, he would've gotten down on his knees and given thanks. Someone up above was looking out for him, and it almost moved him to tears.

"Are you okay?" Gabriel asked concernedly, seeing the ecstatic look in his face.

"Everything's perfect." He smiled beatifically. "Shall we go on in?"

"Oaky." She answered, taking his hand. "Just a fair warning, I haven't really trained a person before, so this will be a learning experience for the both of us."

Training with Gabriel had proven…interesting.

She really hadn't had any idea on how to train a person, seeing as she was more an administrator rather than a trainer. Still though she was driven to succeed in training him to be the best, and had sought out help from one of her sisters, Sariel, who trained the elite armies of Heaven. Sariel, the Command of God, had given her a small little book filled with training tips, and drills for new recruits, designed to make the best use of their power.

And how he loathed that little black book.

When Gabriel had first brought it out, he couldn't suppress the shiver that ran through his body at the title. Sariel's Pocketbook: How to Abuse a Training Recruit.

He had almost run away at the exercises that Gabriel was describing, and it made him realize how sturdy angels had to be in order to survive the training being described. He was sure that if implemented in any human army, activists would be screaming in outrage, and it only emphasized the point that they were really inhuman.

When he had tried to point out to Gabriel that he was just a human and wasn't capable of doing the things described, the tamest of which were high speed flying exercises through arguably lethal obstacles, she had simply smiled and ignited a light spear, telling him to hurry up and manifest his wings.

It had gotten worst from there as she would often scream and curse at him, her innocence shattered as she spat profanities bad enough to make sailors blush. In the back of his mind he wondered how she didn't Fall or better yet how Sariel could get away with screaming some of those things without Falling herself. The worst part was that he was pretty sure she didn't even understand half of what she was screaming, and that a good third of her insults and threats with anatomically impossible. At least he hoped.

Either way her training ranged from the normal:

Pushups, pullups, evasion.

To the Dangerous:

"You want me to fly in the stratosphere?"

"Yup." She nodded happily. "And you're not allowed to use any magic or take a breath. We need to build up your lung capacity."

To the Bizarre:

Honestly when was he going to need to throw a tomahawk while at the same time doing a backflip off a building. He grumbled to himself, as he relaxed on the beach shores, a hundred golden balls hovering around him, each one independently under his control.

While he loved his time with Gabriel, it had also revealed several things to him about her that he didn't know before. For one thing Sariel's book seemed to have awakened her inner sadist, and she sometimes giggled as she randomly threw light spears at him while in the middle of his exercises. Another thing was that she snored, and he wasn't talking about the light and cute snores that Vali sometimes made, but full on, "I can hear you from across the manor" snores. After that first night she had apologized profusely when he had come down from his room, with large bags under his eyes. For the next three days he worked tirelessly, to create a localized and targeted silencing ward around her, preventing her snores from waking him from his dreams. When combined with the insane training, it was a miracle that he was able to get it done in the short time span that he did, and afterwards he collapsed and nothing she did could wake him for the next 12 hours.

Now here he was on the cusp of graduating her hellish (or was it heavenly?) training. He was sitting on the beach, meditating, as he controlled an ever growing number of Holy Light balls. He smiled as he remembered how difficult it had been to summon even one light ball without overdrawing on his Holy Light. But once he had that feeling, replicating it had been easy, and he was now able to control hundreds of Holy Light Balls with ease, something that he was only able to do because of his skills in thought acceleration and memory partition.

Gabriel had confided in him that he was most likely unrivaled in terms of the amount of control for a human, and said that even most angels were unable to independently control more than 50 balls of Holy Light.

A feeling of pride welled up inside him, as he opened his mind up to the world, he could feel the overwhelming malice and hatred that poured into him, but at the same time he fought back. If he wasn't able to control himself in the presence of the malice of just one world, he'd never be able to reach his mother's and HER, level. I will not bow. He snarled, hurling his own hatred into the oncoming deluge. It wasn't enough, and he could feel himself faltering, and just as he was about to fail he felt another adding their own power to his own immense strength. The darkness faltered for just the briefest moment, allowing him to grasp it, and tear into it. With each chunk he tore he could feel himself growing stronger, the energy he had used in his training replenishing. After several minutes the flood abated, and he grasped the clear and pure power of the world, forcing it to become one with him.

His mind expanded past his body, and he began to see the Truth. He heard a voice, calling out in the wilderness. "O *****. The True Holy ***** ****** **********. ****** ******** Ambition of the King of Domination ******** ********** ****** ******* Blessing and Destruction. *** Announce ********** **** ****** **** Glow."

Though he could not hear everything, what he heard echoed in his very soul, but before he could delve any deeper into the mystery he felt something brush against one of his Holy Light spheres.

She had been watching him for some time now. His progress had been astounding, and she could feel her heart swell with pride at his every accomplishment. While a being such as her would normally be in danger due to an excess pride, it wasn't a pride in herself but in the man that she loved. That distinction is what kept her wings white.

No. Not white. Not anymore.

She gazed behind her, glancing at the 12 symbols of her power, once they were pure white, but no longer.

She had tried to hide it from Leo, to prevent him from feeling the guilt over her diminishing purity, but it was impossible. He had confronted her one day during their training session, dispelling the glamor she weaved with ease. In hindsight she should've known better than to try and fool a magician of his caliber with magic. That had shaken their relationship to the core, as Leo felt that it was confirmation of all his fears, that she would Fall if they were together, that he wasn't good enough for her (not that he would ever say otherwise, but it was a fear he harbored). It had taken all her skills in persuasion as well as smothering him in her feelings over their fledgling bond to pull him out of such thoughts and get him to focus on her and to ignore the changes she was going through.

2 years of constant companionship with Leo, and though their relationship hadn't progressed to that last forbidden step, progress had been made. Where at first they had cast fleeting looks at one another only to turn away quickly and embarrassedly, where once they only used subtle touches on one another, now things had grown a great deal more intimate. Leo had always been hesitant with her, always afraid to hurt her as if his touch would sully her. It was she that had forced him to change his mind that she wasn't a fragile porcelain doll. Things had been awkward between them at first, as she had no idea what she was supposed to be doing exactly to ensnare him and progress their relationship. She had no one to turn to for advice, and if she asked anyone in Heaven, then word would surely get back to her brother.

Things had progressed though, and as Leo got more and more comfortable with their relationship, they had grown more and more intimate. No longer were they exchanging fleeting looks and touches, instead she found herself regularly snuggling into his arms, relaxing in the heat of his core.

One of her favorite activities was when Leo groomed her wings. He knew from experience that many Angels and Fallen women took pride in keeping their wings beautiful, and she had jokingly told Leo that even her brother took great care in keeping his wings pristine. What many didn't know was that an Angel's, whether Fallen or not, wings molted like a bird. As such they were sometimes prone to getting pin feathers that needed to be plucked, and Leo knew exactly how to do it, making it swift and almost painless. She shivered in pleasure at the memory of his hand stroking her feathers, gently caressing the coverts while being careful not to damage her primary and secondary feathers. Considering that she had 12 wings, it was something that Leo had taken to doing on a weekly basis, going over her wings feather by feather, inch by inch.

She remembered their first kiss, the jolt that ran through her body, as their lips made contact. With every touch, every whispered word of love she could feel the void in her heart closing, and at that affirmation of love she could feel the bond between them solidify. When they had kissed her wings had unfurled, wrapping around them, as her power skyrocketed. Golden rays of Holy Light twisted and twirled with the slate colored rays from him. Nothing anyone did would be able to separate them; she knew this on an instinctual level, from that point forward. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." She whispered to herself, her fingers touching her lips as she thought back on their kiss. Her cheeks were dyed scarlet as a pang of jealousy shot through her heart. They only had a little more time together, then he would have to leave her, and she would have to go back to Heaven.

The smirking face of Cornelia appeared in her mind, the gloating look that the Fallen Princess shot her, made her blood boil. Her thoughts drifted back to the restaurant, to the meal that she had with Leo, those years ago.

He's mine.

Just seeing the look that the Fallen woman had when looking at her Leo, was enough to make her want to smite the Jezebel on sheer principle.

Leo was HERS! Mind, body, and soul! Just as she was his! "Forgive me Father." She repeated to herself, those three words having become a mantra that she repeated to herself every time such thoughts entered her mind.

As if on cue, the man she loved began to emit a golden hued glow, so different from the grey that he had once emitted. A sweltering heat expanded as golden hued wisps of flew around him like embers. The heat was so intense that the sand around him began to turn to glass, his golden aura protecting him from the intense heat. The amount of Holy Light balls floating around him doubled, then doubled again, and kept doubling until the entire sky was awash in Holy Light. Each one hung suspended like little stars, each one containing enough Holy Light to smite a Mid-Tier Devil and leave no trace of their existence.

The longer he stayed like this the stronger she could feel him getting, and it was then that she realized that he was attempting the same technique that his mother had utilized to become a God-Slayer.

She was about to interrupt him, but decided to hold her tongue, aware of what could happen should she break his concentration. Worriedly she watched as he was assaulted by the deluge of darkness, unable to even imagine what it would be like to attempt to stifle the torrent that was all the world's malice. What he was attempting to do, was a bastardized version of senjutsu developed for humans. While youkai had enough trouble trying to control themselves under the influence of senjutsu, the version he was trying to use was even worse, and her lover for all his strength was just human. She could feel him faltering against the overwhelming malice, and poured all her strength through the bond that they shared, granting him the blessings of a Seraph. Still though it wasn't enough, and fearing what would happen should he fail, she drew upon the System. "O Father. God of Gods who smote the wicked with your righteous power. Hearken now to his side, protect him." It was a simple thing what she said, but the words weren't important, what was important was the intent behind them. She did so without fear of the consequences of her actions, and using the System, she granted Leo the Blessings of Her Almighty Father.

His power increased exponentially and with it the System allowed Leo to enact a True Miracle. She could feel the darkness being slowly driven back, before finally it parted. She had expected him to be tired, but was surprised when his power suddenly ballooned, and for a moment she felt herself being awed by his presence. He was like the heart of the sun, a storm riding his wake, his very presence signaling disaster and change. For the briefest moments she could feel his consciousness brushing hers, as he achieved partial omnipresence. He was no longer just another living being doomed to die, but he was LIFE itself.

Then the feeling passed, and she let go the breath that she didn't know she had been holding. She had only felt such a feeling from one other human in all her existence, a woman whose name was spoken with reverence, who bore the title of Empress, and was dubbed a goddess even though she had no trace of divinity in her veins. That woman was Leo's Mother, a human who had surpassed the limitation of mortality and ascended past her mortal form to become a Primordial Force.

She moved closer, ready to assist him in case he needed help, and immediately stopped. The sphere that she had brushed caused a chain reaction and every sphere near her moved to intercept. She had seen the damage that Leo's spheres could do, and they were capable of not only attack but also reflecting attacks, allowing him to attack from impossible angles. A single attack while not too powerful grew stronger the more and more it ricocheted. After five rebounds it packed enough power to punch through solid armor and incinerate any devil below High-Class with a single graze. What was worse though was that the spheres could be used defensively by linking them together creating an aegis like shield that even she found difficult to penetrate without concentrating.

Now that she thought about it, it was unnatural how Leo was able to draw out so much of his Holy Light, as the amount should've burned out his body long ago. Maybe it had to do with his ancestry? But that didn't make sense, while it was true he was the son of two incredibly powerful people, and did inherit a powerful legacy, as far as she knew no one in his family had ever had an affinity to Holy Light. Pushing such thoughts away, she shook her head clear before calling out to him.

His icy eyes glowed with arcane might, before it receded.

"Gabriel." He answered, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"Leo." She responded, walking towards him, the golden spheres parting for her. He stood up from where he had been sitting and met her halfway, his arms open.

"We don't have much time anymore." He commented sadly. The years that they had spent here together, with only each other for company had been like a dream come true, but like every dream the dreamer must eventually wake, and the dream end.

He's right. She thought, mentally comparing the time inside their retreat to that of the outside world. They only had a week before they had to leave the dome. The entire area was saturated in Holy Energy not only from her unrestrained power but also from his, and in this environment it was ideal to train a Holy Light user, how the skills he gained here would translate to the real world where there wasn't as much Holy Light she wasn't sure. She had shown him how to draw on his own strength but he was still untested, and more than once she had felt him cheating and drawing power from his surroundings.

She wished she could be there by his side always, but knew that it was impossible. She had her own duties to attend to, and knew that Leo had his own responsibilities.

"Then I guess that we best make the most of what little we have left." She answered, her mind occupied by thoughts of the relationship once more. They hadn't taken that last step yet, not only because of Leo's reluctance but also her own fear. However as their time together dwindled she was reminded of the fact that soon Leo would leave her and go back to Cornelia's side.

She was so tempted to Smite her.

Making up her mind she left him there on the beach to mentally prepare herself.

Leo stared at her retreating back, wondering what exactly she meant before turning back around and looking up at the full moon, while fingering the solid platinum pendant he wore.

It was the last night before they were set to depart and Leo was to head back to Japan. They past week had gone by in a blur as Gabriel tried to cram as much knowledge and experience into his head as possible. They had spent most of the time sparring, her vast experience forcing him to devise new and clever strategies with each encounter. He could say with confidence that his control over Holy Light was exemplary and he was no longer restricted to forming spears, but was able to create any sort of construct that he imagined.

Now though he was relaxing in his room for the past 3 years, reading a grimoire, when he heard a knocking on his door.

Curious, he got up and moved towards the sound. Gabriel and he had long since ignored most boundaries with one another, and she hadn't actually knocked on his door in a very long time.

Opening the door revealed exactly what he expected, Gabriel standing outside, but there was something different. She was wearing her white robes once again, but there was something off about it. For some reason it seemed a bit tighter around the chest area than her normal clothes, and it offered an even better view. However it wasn't just her clothes but also her demeanor. She seemed…nervous? However he wasn't able to tell anymore as she was shielding her mind from his, occluding their connection.

"Leo." She said, sending shivers down his spine. If he didn't know better he'd have described it as a husky purr, but this was Gabriel, his sweet and somewhat innocent love.

She placed a hand on his chest and pushed him back into the room, and with a shove he toppled onto the bed.

"Gabriel?" He asked hesitantly, not at all liking the look in her eyes.

"My Leo." Okay that was definitely a purr. He thought scooting back on the bed. He was only able to move back little bit before he hit the headboard. That didn't stop her advance as she straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around him. "I don't want you to go." She whispered a stark contrast from voice she had been using just a minute ago. It betrayed her fear, and her sadness, exposing her vulnerable side to him.

He wrapped his arms comfortingly around her, protectiveness surging to the forefront. His head buried in the crook of her neck as he whispered words of love to her, as well as a promise. "I'll never leave you Gabriel."

A shiver ran through her body as she scooted back a little so that she could see his face. A perfect hand caressed the side of his face, as she smiled at him, and for the first time since they began their relationship spoke what she truly felt.

"Leo." "Gabriel." The both intoned, to the surprise of the other. In that moment their minds became one, and it wasn't two people confirming their feelings for one another, but a reaffirmation of what they had been afraid of.

""I love you.""

Three words. Three words that broke the dam holding back their feelings. Three words that were the key and set the stage for their future. Their love would not be fleeting! Like the saying goes, Love conquers all, and they would fight to be with one another forever!

The distance between them decreased and Leo felt her soft lips pressing against his, full of a surprising passion. That was when he realized exactly how much she had been holding back. How much he really meant to her that she would defy everything she knew and was thought, would go against her Father's wishes in order to be with him.

Where all their previous kisses had been chaste and hesitant this one was ardent as they pressed their bodies as tightly as they could against one another.

"Leo." She moaned, breaking the kiss and tilting her head to the side allowing him to suckle on her neck.

Mine. Leo thought as he sucked and placed love bites on her neck.

She fumbled over the belt, before finally just cutting it off, her hand darting into his pants, causing him to groan. His hands caressed her body, and she couldn't wait to feel his touch against her skin.

"Wait." She stammered, causing him to freeze for the briefest moments. "Undress me."

Never before had he moved so fast in his life, nor so deliberately, not even when he had that threesome with Kalawarner and Cornelia. He stripped off her outer robe, his hand slowly taking off the silken fabric. Next he undid her golden belt, before sliding open her inner robe and baring the sight that was seriously said to be two of the greatest treasures of Heaven. Hesitantly and reverently he brought his hands up and stroked the bra clad breasts of the Most Beautiful Woman of Heaven. God I'm sure you know that I don't really worship anything, seeing as my mother has made most of your compatriots terrified, but at this moment I would like to thank you for everything that has led me to this moment. He thought, before that train of thought was derailed by thoughts of, 'They're huge', bigger than any Fallen he had ever seen and most importantly, 'So soft'.

Her breathing grew labored as he continued to play with her breasts, completely mesmerized. "Take it off." She panted.

He didn't waste time searching for a clasp, simply dragging his finger down the front of it and cutting it off. He was dumbstruck at their magnificence, the perfect shape, feeling, and size. She froze realizing that he was staring and the courage she had gathered earlier was starting to fail her. Then the thought of the man she loved being with that harlot, spurred her on and strengthened her resolve.

"You're perfect." He commented, causing her to laugh.

"I'm glad that you like them." She smiled, kissing him. "Nice to see that they're finally good for something besides giving me back pain and getting in the way."

"Oh they're so much more than that." He grinned, "They're soft."

He placed a kiss on the edge of her areola.

"Perfectly sized."

He kissed it again moving closer to her stiffening nipple.

"And best of all." He whispered, his tongue flickering the hardening nub. "They're a part of you." He gently bit down, drawing a mewl from her as her entire body stiffened, assaulted by sensations she had never felt before.

Taking the opportunity, he slipped her robe off her delicate shoulders, leaving her in nothing but white lace panties. A part of him was surprised at the how risqué it was considering that she was an angel, but he didn't question his fortune. Taking a hold of her firm ass he picked her up and swung her around so that she was leaning against the headboard.

"What are you doing?" She asked, as he placed a hand against her chest and slowly pushed her down.

"Shhh. Tonight is all about you." He said, licking his lips. He started at her neck, slowly making his way down to her molten core, laying a trail of love bites and kisses as he went. He was face to breast with her magnificent bust, basking in their glory before he started to pay them the attention that they demanded. Like a fine meal he didn't dive in, instead taking his time to savor each taste. His rough tongue circled her areola while his other free hand massaged her other breast.

"Ahhh." She moaned, gripping his hair and pulling his head closer to her chest. She squirmed under his ministration, as he looked up from where he was and saw her rapturous expression, and decided that it was too good not to continue. His tongue finally touched the erect nub, her breathing growing heavier with each passing second. He alternated between flicking his tongue across it and taking long laps that made her shudder under his tender mercies. Her other breast wasn't left alone however as his free hand lightly rolled her nipple, keeping it occupied for the moment.

She cried out as he began to suck on it, as he pinched her other one. A spasm wracked her body, causing him to smile as the unfamiliar sensation took its toll on her. "What was that?" She panted.

"That was your first orgasm." He answered. "And by the end of the night it'll be something you won't be able to live without."

Kissing the side of her breast and the valley in between he moved to her other breast and lavished it just as he had the other. Once that was done he continued to make his way down, taking his time to explore every nook and cranny of her porcelain skin, marking her as his own.

Finally though he came to her hot core, and gripping the knot on one side pulled and her panties came right off. He took a moment to stare at it, his hot breath sending shivers throughout her body as they hit her sensitive clit.

He caressed the smooth and pouty lips, running his whole hand up and down her hot snatch. But instead of diving in he pulled away, and continued his way down her body, kissing, sucking, and lightly biting her smooth thighs and legs. She giggled and squirmed as he placed a kiss on each of her toes, before he made his way back up the other leg until they were level with one another once more.

She's ticklish. He mentally grinned as he began to pet her womanhood. He placed his hand over her hot cunt, and making sure to watch her face, gently put pressure on her clit.

The look that passed her face was one that he would remember until his dying days, as her eyes bulged and her mouth let loose a silent scream. Seeing this as the perfect time for payback for her Hellish (Heavenly?) training, he placed a thumb on either side and wiggled the vulnerable nub back and forth, enjoying the hissing sound she made as she sucked in air.

"Leo!" She managed to stammer, surprising as her entire body was tensing and relaxing as orgasms ripped through her.

He came back up and gently licked and sucked at the base of her neck, as his hand moved down slightly. She froze, feeling his finger probing at her entrance, but any fear that she may have felt was blown away as he made his way up her neck and gently bit down on her earlobe. "Soon, my love. Soon." He whispered making his way down once more. His face approached her smooth and beautiful flower, and he attacked.

A rough tongue flickered across her sensitive clit, as his fingers began to slowly probe her insides. Her hips gyrated guiding him to her most sensitive spots, as her hands gripped his hair and her legs tightened against him. She was incredibly tight, almost like a vise as he softly stroked her insides. Curving a single finger upwards he brushed against her g-spot as he sucked on her clit.

"AHHHHHH!" She screamed in rapture.

Damn. He swore as she tightened her legs around him, her pussy gushing as her juices squirted all over his face. She went limp under his attention, but he didn't care as he continued to take long licks of her pussy, lapping up her sweet nectar.

When she was finally nice and clean, he moved up to see her smiling goofily, an expression he mirrored as he kissed her, feeding her her own essence. "Sweet." She commented.

"Not just sweet." He reassured, "divine."

She snuggled against him, recuperating her strength, steeling her courage for what was about to happen. Leo though he had a nasty case of blue balls at seeing the sight before him, held back, and embraced her, not pushing her towards anything she would rather not do.

After several minutes, she looked at him and kissed his chin, sensually whispering. "I'm ready."

"It's going to hurt." He warned, stroking her, trying to get her as wet as possible.

She nodded, before shifting him so that he was on top of her, allowing her to wrap her arms around him. "Make me yours."

He positioned himself, his tip ready to spear into her as he looked into her eyes. "I love you."

"I know." She answered, biting her lower lip as he pushed into her.

He could see tears forming in her eyes, so he stopped, allowing her to get used to his girth, his head pressed against her final barrier.

"Kiss me." She commanded, and he did. In that moment several things happened. The first was her wrapping her legs around his waist as she pulled him into her. The second was the tearing feeling he felt as he pierced through her maidenhead. The third was her crying out in pain as she bit down on his lip, causing him to bleed.

Their bleeding lips, hers from when he first entered her and his from taking her maidenhead, touched, and their blood began to mix. Together they embraced each other, the mixed blood dripping down her magnificent chest and pooling in the valley between.

There was time for questions later, and he had one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen baring herself to him. It started slowly, a gentle rocking of his hips as he sawed into her in small increments. Her fingers clawed into his back drawing blood, as her powerful legs pulled him towards her. Her incredibly tight passage clamped down on him, stimulating every inch from the base to the crown. After several minutes of gentle thrusting he could feel her relaxing just a bit and he began to thrust into her faster and harder, building up a powerful rhythm. Pulling back until just the tip was left, he felt her needy cunt trying to suck him back in, before he obliged and buried his entire length into her, his head butting against her cervix. On his next thrust he slammed into her piercing through her and settling into her womb. "Father forgive me." She stammered before screaming out a curse.

Panting as her velvety folds gripped him, he didn't even try to stifle her screams. Those screams turned into moans of pleasure as he continued to spear himself deeply into her, hammering her as hard and fast as he could.

Hooking a hand underneath her he shifted her so that she was on top. Rather than rocking her hips back and forth she bounced on his cock, his hands gripping her waist tightly as she rode him for all he was worth. At one point she simply held herself aloft, as his hips slammed upwards as quickly as he could. She preferred to pull out until just his head was left before crashing back down, a mini-orgasm racking her body on every deep thrust.

His hands came up and cupped her large breasts, as he leveraged them and forced her back onto him. Fingers pinched her erect nipples, eliciting cries of pain and pleasure from her.

Wrapping his arms around her he sat up, and began to suck on her breasts, licking around her nipples before biting down on them. She lost all strength in her legs, unused to squatting and pushing off, so instead he gripped her by her waist and lifted her up and down like a sleeve, as she threw her head back and let loose a long guttural cry, collapsing into his embrace.

Her mind was clouded from the mind-numbing sensations that she was feelings, and she could feel the pressure building in her lover's mind. He's not going to last much longer.

It was true, with their minds and bodies connected they were unable to hide anything from one another and Leo felt his own release approaching. "I'm going to cum." He panted.

"Hold on." She moaned. "Let's cum together."

"I need to pull out now." He said through gritted teeth.

But she would have none of that as she forcibly held him down and continued to bounce on her cock. "Gabriel!" He screamed feeling his climax approaching.

"Leo!" She screamed, the largest orgasm of the night ripping through her as she slammed every inch of his wonderful manhood into her, the head firmly buried in her womb. 12 glistening silver wings burst from her back, as enough power radiated from her to smite a Maou Class Devil with a single strike. The entire upper floors of the manner that they were in were literally vaporized at the amount of Holy Light pouring out. The power was so great that he feared it would crack through the barriers of the pocket dimension, but thankfully it didn't.

The feeling of being in her vulnerable womb was too much for him as he unloaded everything he had. A torrent of hot cum flowed into her, as he released so much that within seconds it began to leak from her pussy.

He could feel her consciousness brushing against his, stronger than ever before as the bonding was completed. Just like that her wings receded, leaving him a somewhat drained Gabriel on top of him. "Thank you." She said kissing him as she wiped away a small tear. Everything's perfect. She thought to herself as she snuggled into his embrace. And he's a cuddler.

"Thank you." He replied, holding her tightly, his softening dick slipping free from her tight snatch. With the plug gone his cum began to leak from her gaping pussy, staining the bed pink. "Want to do it again?"

"In a few minutes." She answered. "For now let me enjoy the moment."

True to her word she was ready to go again in a few minutes, and neither one of them got much sleep that night.