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Year 16 AL, Angelic Schism Part Two: Heavenly Bodies
Up in the crown of Heaven, the Goddess of Light Ilias sat still atop of her marble throne. She was staring into a small collection of cloud before her chair, turned speechless by what was currently being displayed for her widened eyes.
To say that the sight of Ilias's Prophet being clung to and thoroughly mauled by one of her Angels was an unexpected sight would be a gross understatement. There were many times where the Goddess doubted how well her clergy could work without a steady hand to guide them, but even she hadn't expected something like this.
Ilias observed as Sariel, nothing more than a common Angel drone, lay atop Luka while showering him in inexperienced affection. Again and again, the Angel dived down, nothing but a repressed and unknown hunger to guide her now as she fed off of the Prophet. It was an animalistic sight with no subtleties or grace, just primal passion.
Whether it be the kissing or the pressing, Sariel seemed to be lost in this new powerful ardor. As for Luka, he seemed just as lost, lying beneath the Angel whilst feeling something that could no doubt be described as Heavenly. The young Hero's body jerked and spasmed beneath Sariel, his fists clenching up as his body was wracked with pleasure.
It seemed as though he and the Angel weren't going to be going anywhere soon, and Ilias knew well that it could only lead to things escalating between the two. The Goddess had seen her Prophet do this same song and dance before with Monsters; undoubtedly, it would end the same here. Except, something wasn't quite the same.
Unlike the numerous times she had to look on as Luka was pleasured by Monsters, Ilias felt no anger. The usual frustration and disappointment, the urge to intervene and stop the tainting of her Prophet, none of that was there. Bizarrely enough, the Goddess of Light actually felt something a bit interesting. It felt like anticipation, almost close to a type of eagerness?
And there was most definitely fascination.
Ilias shuffled in her throne as she observed Sariel relish in her Prophet, feeling as though she was watching an extension of herself doing the same thing. Which wasn't entirely untrue, was it? After all, every Angel was molded after Ilias to some capacity, so Sariel pleasuring Luka wasn't too far off from the Goddess of Light herself tending to the boy's needs.
Which was much more preferrable than some impure Monster doing the same to her Prophet.
Ilias squeezed her legs together at the thought, the small movement sending a wave of pleasure up through her body. She placed a hand over her face just quick enough to stifle a moan, but the Goddess couldn't stop the heat that started to grow between her legs. Her wide blue eyes aimed down, looking to the offending area in question.
'What is this?' Ilias thought before slowly reaching down and parting her dress to reveal her reddening flesh.
The Goddess's eyes gleamed with curiosity as she reached down with her free hand, trailing it up her thigh experimentally. A shiver wracked her body, even her wings trembling at the stimulation. It was an overall unfamiliar gratification, but she could remember feeling it before. That time being when Luka had touched her thigh during his last visit to Heaven.
"Mmmm!~"
Ilias jerked at the sudden moan and looked back up to the image of Luka and Sariel, seeing as the Angel finally released his lips. The peeping Goddess looked on intently as the Angel let go of Luka's arms and sat up to straddle him. As the two began to converse Ilias's hand began trailing up her leg by itself, nearing the very source of the alien sensations spreading through her body.
The Goddess of Light's face scrunched up in confusion over the fact that her hand had seemingly started doing this without her willing so, but didn't think too hard about it as Luka and Sariel continued this moment of passion...
Luka gasped as Sariel finally ended the prolonged kiss, a thick trail of saliva breaking apart as they separated. The young boy breathlessly watched with some confusion as the Angel sat up, her hands reaching up to cup her breasts. "Luka, they hurt, th-they... Can you..." Sariel failed to finish her soft request, instead reaching down and grabbing the bottom of her white robes.
Sariel frantically squirmed around to get the lengthy fabric out from around her legs, nearly toppling over completely before successfully pulling it up to her waist. Luka's pale-blue eyes grew larger as she revealed the flesh of her thighs and stomach, confirming that - evidentially - she was not wearing underwear. The Angel exposed more of her modesty, showing her slim stomach until only her chest was left covered.
An inaudible gasp escaped from Luka's lips once Sariel's large bust was revealed, each breast dropping with a light bounce. Each of the large nipples were erect, hardened by her excitement. The hypnotic sight left him gob smacked, his hazy mind falling into a trance. His hands moved by themselves, planting themselves on the Angels's hips.
Sariel's breath hitched wildly as she felt the purple-haired boy's hands slide up her bare stomach. His fingers prodded the bottom of her bosom, eliciting another squirm from her.
"Ah-Ahhh!~" She moaned, the pleasure that came from Luka's hands cupping her breasts being greater than anything else she had felt up to that point. Sariel pushed her hips forward in response, pressing her glistening folds against Luka's penis. The single layer of clothing the boy still wore doing hardly anything to lessen the pleasure, his erection throbbing in response to the friction all the same.
"More, pl-please, Luka..." Sariel pleaded, her hands going up to cover his own. She bit her lip while grasping his hands, "...H-Harder~"
Luka obliged, squeezing down hard on the Angel's breasts. The effect was immediate, as she clenched her eyes shut and groaned again. Sariel continued to let out lewd moans as he kneaded her breasts, the only other sensation besides the spikes of pleasure being the tight pressure that was beginning to grow inside of her. Sariel wasn't sure what would happen when the pressure became too much, but she couldn't even think twice about that now.
Not when her Prophet's Holy hands were bringing Sariel closer ecstasy.
"Aaa-ahhh ohhh, Luka-aa!~" The Angel moaned into a squeal, not prepared to feel the boy beneath her take one of her nipples between his fingers and give an experimental pinch. Luka was enraptured by the sight of Sariel fidgeting in his grip, each movement causing her to press her entrance against his throbbing girth. However, through this haze of lust, he had just enough state of mind left to notice something.
Naturally, like other Angels Luka had encounter, Sariel had a golden Halo. It was much smaller than that of Eden's but it was still there, giving off a low shimmer like a candle would. However, Luka began to notice just how bright Sariel's was shining right now. With no other obvious explanation present, he could only conclude that somehow their mutual sensuality was causing it to glow brighter.
As interesting an observation as this was though, it would remain in his mind for only about half a second longer.
Sariel leaned forward again, this time planting her hands down on either side of Luka's head. She was audibly panting now as she leaned over Luka, her breasts - that he still had a healthy handful over - hanging right above his face. Luka could smell the mix of sweat and arousal coming off of the Angel, both scents smelling incredibly sweet to him. The smells spurred him to massage her breasts even more fervently.
"Hah, hah, ha-aah~" She gasped, grinding her now soaking entrance against Luka's erect shaft. The front of his nightshirt was covered by her excitement just the same as the inside was starting to be stained by his. At the moment, Luka couldn't care about this normally unsightly mess; his attention was solely on touching and feeling Sariel now, something deep within spurring him to do whatever it took to make her feel even better.
As Luka stared at the Angel's hardened nipples, an unexpected urge took a hold of him. Luka lessened the grip he had on Sariel's right breast, letting it lower closer to his face.
Sariel choked out a moan as she felt Luka take her nipple in his mouth, instinctually leaning down and pushing her bust into his face. Meanwhile, Luka sucked and pulled on it as hard as he could muster, trying to stimulate her any way he could. Whatever was spurring him to pleasure Sariel so powerfully led him to open his mouth and take more of her soft breast in...
...And bite down with his teeth.
"AA-AAHH!~" Sariel cried out, the mix of pain and euphoria sending the Angel over the edge. Her body convulsed in response to the powerful orgasm, threatening her collapse in the same second it happened. Luka yelped into Sariel's breasts as she crumbled on top of him, his head being smothered completely by her bust. The Angel's Halo was practically glowing like a ray of sun now, the golden gleam brighter than ever.
Luka - naturally - couldn't see a thing through the Angel's bust, but he could feel the hot stream of Sariel's cum trailing down the front of his nightshirt. The warmth of her orgasm caused the boy's own excitement to flare, wholly ready for the inevitable escalation. However, the warm afterglow of the Angel's climax was about to turn cold.
"SARIEL, LUKA!?" The voice of Captain Samyaza cried out in alarm.
The Angel atop Luka gasped in an altogether different manner as she pulled herself off of Luka, swiftly rolling off of him while pulling her robes down back over her breasts. The purple-haired boy was just as quick in propping himself up, raising his fiery face up to see Samyaza standing at the other end of the hallway, along with the other flabbergasted Angels of Troop Five-Hundred Thirty-Five.
The Angel Captain's wide blue eyes looked between her formerly naked Lieutenant and a flustered Prophet in alarm, only one conclusion being made in her mind. Baraquel and Kabaiel looked just as shocked as their Captain, and Penemue looked to be flustered as well with how red her face was becoming.
"I-It isn't what it looks like!" Sariel exclaimed in vain, doubt already showing on Samyaza's face before she even finished. "What exactly were you two doing then? Because this looks to me like a direct violation of Ilias's First Commandment! You know good and well how egregious such a thing is, Sariel!" The Angel Captain fired back. At that, Luka quickly sat up.
"Y-You're wrong, we didn't violate any Commandment!" Luka quickly argued, his mind working in overdrive to somehow mitigate the situation. In trying to find a suitable justification for the wild indulging of flesh him and Sariel had just partook in, the young Hero ended up coincidentally using an explanation very close to the one Ilias had used for when he first had a sexual encounter with a Monster. "Sariel and I touched, but we never actually had s-sex!"
The Angel Captain faltered at this claim, "Wait, you two didn't have intercourse?" She asked, slowly losing steam as she went on.
Luka hurriedly moved to his feet, Sariel following suit, trying to look more dignified as he elaborated. "No, we didn't! We were just, ehh..." He paused for a moment as the Angels listened, Sariel fidgeting by his side. "...W-Well, she was feeling unwell, and I was helping her feel better through... m-more, um, intimate m-means?"
At that, Samyaza's face blanked. Not being well-versed in the matters of the flesh made it to where the common Angel's understanding of sex was quite limited, and the Angel Captain was no different in this. Intercourse was never spoken about further than in talks about how Humans were only meant to bed with only Humans, in accordance with Ilias's First Commandment for Humans.
Anything that sat in the murky gray area of sexual gratification without penetration was simply not heard of.
"Intimate means?" Baraquel parroted, "How do you do that without having sex?" She asked, her twin Kabaiel tilting her head to show her mutual confusion. Luka gulped, his erection deciding to stretch painfully beneath his robes at the most inopportune moment. As much as he tried to think of a proper way to explain what he meant, the words were lost somewhere between his brain and his mouth.
As it would seem though, help was about to come in the most unexpected way.
"Use me." Penemue abruptly stated, quickly moving around her fellow Angels and striding towards Luka. The purple-haired boy blinked rapidly as a rush of apprehension and arousal struck him, the Angel approaching him with something intense swimming in her half-lidded eyes. Penemue stopped once coming within arm's length of Luka, standing before him expectantly.
"H-Huh?" Luka asked dumbly. Penemue lowered her gaze, "Show the others what you mean with me." The Angel stated with the utmost seriousness.
Luka gulped, "O-Oh, okay, I guess I could demonstrate..." The young boy glanced to an unsure-looking Sariel before looking back to the other onlooking Angels. "...B-But first, we should really go back inside your Barrack for this. Th-These things really should be done in a more private place-" He said as he moved to step past Penemue.
Which, as he would soon find out, was not happening.
Luka lurched as he felt Penemue grab his wrist, feeling himself be pulled back to her. The Angel dragged him back into her, his arm being tightly wedged in-between her breasts. Half a second after doing so, Penemue swiftly pulled her Prophet back towards her. She leaned forward in a manner much like Sariel had earlier, all but slamming her mouth into his.
A litany of small gasps erupted from their side, curtesy of Samyaza, Baraquel and Kabaiel, who all watched as their fellow Angel kissed their Prophet. Luka's eyes fluttered in response to Penemue's sudden lip-lock, her impassioned actions taking him by surprise completely.
The other four watched with a mixture of surprise and interest; Sariel, having already felt what Penemue was feeling, observed with some fascination as her fellow Angel wrestled with Luka in a manner she had just minutes ago while the other three Angels somewhat awkwardly watched from the side, not at all familiar with what was occurring before their eyes.
But they couldn't look away, all the same.
Penemue, like Sariel before her, did not hesitate to press her body into Luka. Her massive breasts wrapped around the young Hero's arms, causing his mind to wander about where else her bust would feel good at. The Angel pulled back to release the kiss and pant, Luka not fairing much better as he swayed in place. Fighting through the haze rebuilding in his mind, he gently tugged Penemue with the arm she still had a hold of.
The other four Angels watched as Luka and Penemue shuffled over to the wall of their Barrack, the Angel he led gazing upon him intently as he led them away. Luka, meanwhile, could hardly believe that he was actually doing this, but it was too late to back out. All he could do now is hope that things wouldn't get too out of hand.
Unfortunately, this hope was firmly misplaced...
The same heat that was slowly spreading between Luka and his Angel companions, was building inside of the Goddess above watching them. Her large blue eyes were locked on the sight of her Prophet leading Penemue to the nearby marble wall. With some maneuvering, the Angel was leaned back first against the wall, now facing Luka.
Ilias leaned forward in her throne - one hand still idly caressing the inside of her thigh while she did - peering with great curiosity as Luka moved to stand next to Penemue, slowly lifting up the Angel's robes up to her stomach, her modesty being put on display for all to see.
"C-Can you hold this up for me?" Luka asked, to which Penemue eagerly obliged. A smile worked its way onto the Angel's face, her half-lidded eyes following her Prophet's hands as they slid back down. She twitched in response to his hand trailing down her soft flesh, almost as though his touch was like electricity going across her skin.
It was difficult for Ilias not to admire how the young boy was capable of moving so confidentially now in spite of how he acted before, almost as though a switch was flipped between then and now. She had noticed him do such a thing before when he was pleasuring Monsters and, while she hated to admit it for those instances, he had shown a good deal of talent in that type of situation.
And it seemed that what Luka did for those Monsters, worked just as well for the Goddess's Angels.
Case in point being the manner in which Penemue went rigid against the marble wall behind her. The Angel bit her lip as Luka's left hand went down to her folds, aiming his fingers down to delve into her untouched pussy. Without thinking twice Ilias mirrored the action, her own fingers moving to press into the front if her underwear.
"Ahhh~" Both Penemue and Ilias gasped at the same time, almost as if their pleasure had been shared. At that moment, Luka's fingers began rubbing the soft, wet flesh of Penemue's vulva. The Angel's breaths came out staggered, and she craned her head to begin kissing the young boy as he dug his fingers into her sensitive womanhood.
Ilias hissed, pressing her fingers deep against her underwear. Her flesh spread as she pushed deeper, her excitement starting to soak through the fabric. The Goddess of Light shivered, this wholly new sensation coursing like lightning through her body. All the while, the pendant around her neck started to glow once again, the gleam painting her face red.
Not to say that it wasn't already growing red, that is.
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"Ahh-aa-aahh~" Ilias moaned, her glazed blue eyes falling away from the image on Luka pleasuring Penemue to focus on her odd and abrupt experimenting. The Goddess of Light felt her head growing fuzzy as she rubbed harder against her wet panties, any thoughts she had about stopping the depraved masturbating beginning to grow fuzzier and more distant.
"F-Faster, my Prophet!~" Penemue cried, her voice bringing Ilias's attention back to their sensual escapade. Luka had his fingers deep inside of her now, pumping his digits in and out at quick speed. The Angel had her head upturned, a small stream of drool trailing down the side of her mouth. It seemed as though Penemue was undergoing the same effects as Sariel was earlier, as her Halo was shining brighter now as well.
Ilias's noted this before the urge to mirror her Prophet took over once more, and she slipped her fingers beneath her underwear. She felt the wet entrance of her pussy with a hiss, more waves of pleasure hitting her powerfully. The Goddess bit her lip while beginning to delve into herself much like Luka was with Penemue, needing to explore these new...
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...Euphoric sensations.
Luka panted while jamming his fingers inside of Penemue's soaking pussy, feeling how tight her flesh clung to him. The inside of the Angel was tight; Luka's fingers being enwrapped by her warm embrace every time he sunk them inside of her. It was an invigorating sensation, one that make his erection throb in excitement as he - on some level - could imagine how such a thing would feel on something other than his fingers.
'No, don't think about that!' Luka thought, trying to shake the idea away. However, his own cravings were becoming very difficult to ignore.
The purple-haired boy quickly glanced away from Penemue to the other Angels, nearly jumping out of his skin when seeing that they had - at some point - formed a half-circle around the pair. Their large blue eyes were locked intently on him and Penemue, each and every one of their faces covered in a crimson mask. Luka smiled nervously before turning back to the Angel he was fingering.
Just in time as well, since Penemue's face was instantly in his as she went in for a kiss.
"Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmmm!~" The Angel moaned before clumsily snaking her tongue into his mouth and wrestling with his own tongue. Luka found himself overcome with a desire to fight back, pushing against Penemue's advances with his own tongue.
Luka pulled his fingers out from inside the Angel and brought his hand up the small nub at the top of her vulva. The young Hero didn't hesitate to start circling the nub, the effect being almost immediate.
"Ohhh, my Pr-Prophet~" Penemue moaned throatily, grinding her hips forward involuntarily into Luka's hand. "Please, I can feel something, I-I-aaahhh!~" The Angel would never be able to finish her sentence due to the powerful orgasm that shook the Angel to her core. So powerful that she fell to her knees soon after, having to latch onto Luka's legs to keep from crumbling completely.
Luka himself pressed his back up against the marble wall behind him, letting out a few quick gasps while attempting to catch his breath. Meanwhile, the remaining Angels just stared at Luka and Penemue with a mix of astonishment and a budding excitement. As the Angel fought to steady herself by his feet, Luka tried to gain some sort of composure and address the others.
All the while not quite noticing that the panting Penemue was now quite intently staring at the noticeable protrusion around his waist.
"S-See? N-No need for any penetration, s-so no Commandments broken!" Luka exclaimed to the onlooking Angels. A hazy-looking Sariel appeared to buy into the logic, and so did the twins Baraquel and Kabaiel; the only one who seemed to still be doubtful was Samyaza. Even with her growing blush, the Angel Captain was still able to continue on with her questioning.
"And you're sure that this..." Samyaza squirmed in place, an odd shiver running up her spine after unintentionally rubbing her thighs together. "...Isn't sinful, Prophet Luka?" At that, the purple-haired boy paused while the Angels looked to him in anticipation.
There was conflict brewing in their eyes, conflict that wasn't without good reason. Without having any experience in the matters of sexuality other than the fact that existed, regular Angels like these had no way of judging it themselves. And so, they turned to Luka for guidance. To them, he was someone to be held in high regard, right next to Ilias herself. So, if Luka said it wasn't a sin, then it must be true.
"...Y-Yes, I'm sure." Luka finally replied once finding his confidence. Little did he know, this answer would help to cause even more change in Heaven.
Quite suddenly, the young Hero's nightshirt was swiftly lifted up and over his waist by Penemue, revealing his hardened erection to the rest of the Angels. The group let out a collective gasp at the sudden exposure, not at all prepared for the sight now presented before them.
"P-P-Penemue!" Luka stuttered out, watching the kneeling Angel stare at his penis with something close to awe. The Angel responded as she started shuffling on her knees, "You seem to be feeling unwell too, Prophet Luka. If this is so, then should I not help you in the same way you've helped me and Sariel?" She questioned, angling her face right below his erection and staring at it with half-lidded eyes.
Luka's member throbbed once the Angel's hot breath licked at the bottom of it, jerking up and down each time. The other Angels seemed to be locked in place, watching as Penemue's face grew even closer. She kept Luka's nightshirt up with both hands, keeping his length uncovered as it stood tall above her head.
"Tell me what to do, my Prophet..." She trailed off, unable to pull her bright blue eyes off of the sight before her. Penemue pressed her face against the bottom of his hardened member. Luka jerked, feeling the Angel rub her face against the sensitive skin. While still allowing his cock to rest on her head, Penemue continued. "...I am yours to command, Luka. Please, tell me what to do!"
"Well, I-I guess, that y-you can use your m-mouth?" Luka suggested, utterly lost in how to handle the ever-spiraling situation he had found himself in. Thankfully, it seemed as though Penemue would not need further instruction. The Angel moved forward while parting her lips, her mouth finding the sensitive skin on the bottom of his erection.
Luka cringed upon feeling the soft contact, leaning back into the wall behind him to keep steady. His hands went down to hold up his nightshirt, freeing up Penemue's hands from the burden. The Angel placed her now empty hands onto the purple-haired boy's thighs as she kept pecking at his skin, the small lip contact eventually growing into full kisses as her mouth traveled upwards.
The other four Angels observed Penemue's actions with a great amount of surprise, but none spoke against it. In fact, the small amount of interest that had been rooted into them earlier was only beginning to grow. So much so, that some of the Angels were beginning to want more than just stand at the side and watch. In fact, one such Angel had already made up her mind on this.
Sariel suddenly moved forward, dropping to her knees next to Penemue. Almost on instinct the other Angel made space for her Lieutenant to join, and Sariel obliged by planting her lips on Luka's shaft as well.
"Haa-aah, o-okay!" Luka sputtered out, his pale-blue eyes going wide as now two Angels began pleasuring him at the same time. He panted harder, looking down to watch Penemue's kisses travel up his shaft while Sariel's efforts went down. The Angel's kisses began to get sloppier the longer they went on, increasing their Prophet's pleasure through any means they could come up with.
As it would seem, Sariel's decision to aid Penemue would spur two more Angels to join the effort.
Luka yelped as Baraquel and Kabaiel quite suddenly appeared on either side of him, their faces quite close to his now. "I want to help the Prophet too, if he is feeling unwell..." Baraquel drawled while leaning in, her mouth parting to catch Luka's lips in her own. He jerked as the Angel kissed him, her large breasts pressing into the top of his chest.
Baraquel raised a hand to the side of the young Hero's face, gently caressing the side of his head all the while. It wouldn't take too long before her twin Kabaiel joined her, "Me too! I want to assist the Prophet however possible!" The other Angel proclaimed. Baraquel pulled her lips off of Luka's, but the reprieve wasn't even half a second before Kabaiel kissed him next.
Luka clenched his nightshirt tight; the alternating pleasure he was receiving both low and high starting to bring him close to the edge. He'd never before felt quite so overwhelmed and yet it didn't inspire the same sense of apprehension that he would have with a Monster. Luka felt no fear of the haze of lust he was falling into; it was almost easy to welcome.
And it wasn't just him. In fact, they all did. From Sariel who had started it all to Penemue who had helped escalate the situation, to even the twins Baraquel and Kabaiel. They all felt that same burning warmth, the same perverse fire raging within that demanded to be fed. It was almost as if the hesitation they had before was nonexistent.
However, one Angel still remained isolated from the group.
Samyaza felt more conflicted than ever before now, locked in place as the rest of her Troop sought out more and more of the new sensations they were feeling. Their lewd sucking and kissing were so loud that the Angel Captain couldn't think straight, unable to focus on anything more than what was happening before her. And even more, she started to feel the same urges the other Angels were indulging in.
Like a wildfire, the desire that had first started in Sariel had gone through the rest of the Troop until finally hitting Samyaza. The feverish yearning could only grow now that the rest of the Angels threw themselves at Luka, doing whatever they could to gratify him. The impassioned sight was enough to push the last of Samyaza's doubts down for good, and the Angel Captain hurriedly paced forward.
"Penemue, Sariel, make room!" Samyaza commanded, the other two Angels shuffling on their knees to leave enough room in the middle for the Angel to fit. Without even acknowledging their Captain, Penemue and Sariel started kissing back Luka's shaft, leaving the tip of his penis exposed...
...Though it would not be like that for long.
Samyaza wetted her lips, bright blue eyes finding the head of her Prophet's penis immediately. It was a memorizing sight to her, one that called upon the Angel's immediate attention. Samyaza heeded the call, parting her mouth as she descended upon her target...
"Haah... Ha-aah..." Ilias's low panting had grown louder, the light gasps and stutters traveling across her throne room. The Goddess's excitement was peaking, as could be seen from the small trail of pale dribble currently running down her thighs and onto her marble throne.
"Mmmm~" Ilias hummed, biting down on her lip to help keep her noise down. It was a futile gesture at this point though; she had already passed the point of no return. With a gaze filled with far too much interest, Ilias watched as her Angels practically smothered her Prophet. Any logical argument against allowing this to go on any further had been long since abandoned, if even thought about at all.
No, what was happening before her was much too invigorating. That much could be seen with how intensely the Goddess of Light was fingering herself.
Ilias burrowed her digits in between her legs, the wet schlicks of her masturbating louder than her gasps by now. Not only this, but the Goddess's still-free hand had begun experimenting as well, trailing up to her own chest. Her fingers found the edge of her white dress and dipped beneath, finding the soft skin of her supple breasts.
Her whole body tensed up, the shock of pleasure stopping her for but a moment before she pushed forward to explore these new feelings. Ilias's face was burning red by the point her hand cupped her breast, feeling the hardened nipple jutting out. She cringed again, even more of the sinful thrill shocking her body.
On the projection before her, things only grew more intense as Samyaza was seemingly attempting to take in every last bit of Luka's length as she could. The Angel fervently bobbed her head, a heavy mix of saliva and precum dripping down from her mouth an onto the front of her white robe. This, along with the rest of the Angel's efforts, served to push Luka even further to the edge.
Ilias could see it in the way he squirmed, in how his face was practically on fire, in the look of absolute ecstasy he had anytime Baraquel or Kabaiel gave him just a second to breath before assaulting him with more kisses. It couldn't be ignored, the purple-haired boy was lost in the pampering he was being afflicted with.
The sound of the moans he let out, the expression he made, the way he openly pushed against the Angels around him, it was all so pleasing to Ilias now. Unlike with Monsters, Ilias did not feel unease now. In fact, she was quite interested in seeing how exactly it would play out.
"Come on, Luka..." Ilias stuttered, the encouragement almost coming out like a hiss. "...Almost there, just a little longer~" The Goddess said in a hushed whisper, almost as if trying to encourage from afar. Her fingers sped up considerably, watching as Samyaza almost gagged herself on Luka's member. Sariel and Penemue continued to suck on the skin of his penis, planting kiss after sloppy kiss onto his erection.
"Aaa-AA!~" The dueling moans made Ilias jump in her seat a bit, now noticing that Luka had forgone keeping his nightshirt up in order to grab a hold of something quite different. Indeed, he had let his shirt drop down in favor of grabbing a breast from both Baraquel and Kabaiel's chests respectively. With great vigor, Luka began to knead a breast for each like he had with Sariel earlier, much to the twin Angel's excitement.
"My Prophet, that feels so good~" Baraquel remarked, already moving in for another kiss. Kabaiel nodded alongside her sister, "Yes it does, pl-please, we want more!" The two began their assault once again, Kabaiel grabbing the back of Luka's head and directing him into another kiss. Not to be left out, Baraquel moved a bit lower, deciding to lay kisses across his face and down to his neck.
Ilias shivered at the fervid loving the Angels were giving to her Prophet, again somehow feeling it as an extension of herself pleasuring him. The Goddess of Light absentmindedly licked at her lips, remembering the way Luka had tasted not that long ago herself. The sweetness, the way his member had bulged inside of her mouth, the smell...
...The smell.
The Goddess of Light looked to the side, eyeing the small white fabric that was Luka's underwear sitting unassumingly on her armrest. She tentatively reached out and grabbed Luka's discarded undergarment, slowly bringing it to herself. Ilias felt her body tense as she raised the underwear up to her face, giving it a light, experimental sniff.
The sweet scent filled her nose, and the Goddess nearly buckled at the shock of pleasure that shot through her body. It was a visceral feeling, one that made the already confused and conflicted things Ilias was feeling grow even stronger. The hunger that was growing inside felt ravenous now, calling out for more of what she just felt.
Ilias looked back to what was happening to her Prophet, seeing that Samyaza's rhythm was becoming more erratic, her head bobbing up and down with very little pace or purpose outside of trying to pleasure Luka as quickly and effectively as she could. It was a sentiment Ilias could easily understand.
After all, her own efforts earlier had been driven by a purely primal instinct as well.
"Haaah, haaah!~" Ilias moaned loudly at the memory, letting her head fall back for a moment as the pleasure assaulting her inexplicably intensified. The Goddess's pendant was glowing a fiery red now, the skin around it on her bosom almost being the same scarlet hue. Her large white wings twitched every now and then, an involuntary tell of how the Goddess was approaching the end herself.
However, there was something else happening alongside this.
Alongside Ilias's face, the long dark scar that Alice had first made with Angel Halo began to form again. It remerged on the right side of her face, looking just the same as the day the Goddess had received it and blemishing her beautiful facade. Just as this was done forming, the even older scars left from Lucifina began to return on Ilias's right hand.
All the while, Ilias didn't notice either of these, being much too preoccupied with her indulgencing.
A small smile came to the Goddess's face and she raised Luka's underwear to her face once again, taking in a much deeper breath this time...
Luka's mind was in a trance by this point. He couldn't focus on any one thing, all of what the Angels were doing colliding into him like wild and frenzied storm of stimulation. Everything was burning, almost as though he was engulfed in an inferno of yearning. The purple-haired boy was completely immersed in the group effort being enacted upon.
Then, quite suddenly, he felt and heard Samyaza's mouth leave his penis. The Angel Captain coughed and sputtered, pulling her head away to reveal Luka's still hardened member. All the Angels - even Penemue and Sariel, who had been quite occupied - dropped what they had been doing to turn their attention to her.
"Samyaza?" Sariel asked, watching her Captain place her hands on Luka to push herself to her feet. The other Angels backed off some and watched as Samyaza fought to stand, eventually planting her hands on Luka's shoulder whilst rising to full height. Luka was about to ask if the Angel was alright himself, but she silenced him by lifting up her robes and all but lunging forward at him!
Luka yelped in response, the other Angels moving out of the way with similar looks of surprise showing on their faces as Samyaza very abruptly pressed her body against the boy's. He gasped as he felt his penis become enveloped within a pillowy cocoon of soft flesh, his member now caught between Samyaza's thighs. She wrapped her arms around his body the best she could, the act pressing her breasts against his chin.
"Samyaza, b-be careful!" Luka called out in worry, feeling the tip of his penis getting dangerously close to the Angel's drenched womanhood. He placed his hands on her hips, but this did not stop Samyaza from making her move. The Angel began to move her hips forward and back, grinding her folds across the top of Luka's shaft.
"I'm s-sorry, Prophet Luka, it just feels so good!" Samyaza exclaimed, closing her eyes shut as she rubbed herself all over his length. "I hadn't understood what you meant before, but I do now~" She admitted before looking back down at him. The Angel's gaze was fierce, never ceasing as they bore into Luka's eyes. To say that she looked impassioned was an understatement.
Under the intense and questioning gaze of the Angel Captain, the young Hero felt himself nearly buckle.
On the face of it, Luka knew that he and the Angels had already been pushing things far. The kissing, the touching, the tasting, it all was only becoming more escalated by the moment. He was supposed to be merely showing the Angels what he had done with Sariel, but that had spiraled so terribly out of control. At the moment, he and Samyaza were getting dangerously close to crossing a line that could not be uncrossed.
Even worse, the idea of taking a step closer to the edge was a tempting one.
It wasn't as if he hadn't done this before, his escapade with Claudia was a prime example of getting as close he could to breaking his virginity without actually doing it. However, it wasn't wise to be doing it again even with an Angel. Instead, thinking that it could so easily be done again felt more like an excuse to indulge in the flesh, which wasn't something he was supposed to be doing.
But yet, when looking at how impassioned the Angels were, could he really say it was a bad thing?
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Luka chewed on the inside of his mouth, his pounding heartbeat making it difficult to think clearer thoughts. Not to mention the still hardened erection that had yet to be dealt with, each desperate throb reminding him of how a release was needed. Everything in his mind was so terrible conflicted between what should be done and what the boy wanted to be done.
Luka hissed, feeling as Samyaza squeezed down on his penis. Even better was the overwhelming warm flowing around, especially from above as the Angel's excitement began to leak onto him. Samyaza sighed as she pulled back into him, a small plap resounding as their hips collided. Samyaza's entrance wrapped around the top of his shaft as well, clinging onto him and leaving behind a glistening trail of arousal.
Samyaza placed her hands on the marble wall, using it for leverage as she pushed forward, causing a gasp flew from Luka's mouth as the Angel rubbed her drenched pussy along the top of his penis.
"D-Does this - hah - feel good?" Samyaza asked while looking down at him, her bright blue eyes glowing with enthusiasm. Almost like a switch had been flipped, the Angel most skeptical about the whole thing threw everything she had into pleasuring Luka. Samyaza pulled back more than before, grazing the head of the boy's cock with her entrance in a manner much too close for comfort.
"Y-Yes it does..." Luka replied, his pale-blue eyes firmly looking down as Samyaza threw herself into him again and again, seemingly dead set now on getting as close as possible to having him stab into her. Each time the tip of his penis grazed Samyaza's innermost hole, Luka felt a powerful desire to go father. As sweat began trailing down the side of his face, the purple-haired boy's hands seemingly moved forward on by themselves until finding the Angel's hips.
"Oh!~" Samyaza gasped while Luka gripped her hips, helping to pull her back even more intensely. The Angel's breathing was heavy and erratic, only matched by Luka's own gasps. Neither of the two seemed to take note of the awe-stricken Angels around them, now totally lost in the heat of the moment.
Luka squeezed Samyaza's hips as his cock throbbed even harder against her folds, aching for a release that desperately needed to happen. The young Hero's mind began to slip further, his thoughts now wondering about just how good it would be if he was inside of her. With their current position, it was difficult not to imagine how tight Samyaza would feel if he arched up into her...
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'No! Stop thinking that right now!' Luka thought, chasing himself harshly in an attempt to beat away the sinful temptation of escalating this further. They were already pushing things further than what should've ever been done, and it was Luka's responsibility to make sure it doesn't get out of hand!
As it would seem, though, the situation was about to quickly unravel.
"AH-HAAAA!" A high-pitched and shrill voice cut through the thick air like a knife, knocking Luka and the Angels out of the lustful haze they had fallen into. All six nearly jumped out of their skins - Luka and Samyaza quickly separating with simultaneous yelps - and looked over to the source of the noise, which turned out to be the most outrageous sight.
There were three Angels on the other side of the hallway, each with a very different appearance than what Luka was used to seeing. As Samyaza sputtered and removed her body from his, the purple-haired boy took in the appearance of these three.
The first one he noticed was taller than any other he had seen sans Eden and was very scantily clad, wearing something that appeared to be a partially transparent piece of white lingerie. The cloth only went so far below her waist, ending just below her thighs. This gray-haired Angel had a very interested gleam in her smoldering crimson eyes, her gaze appraising him quite closely.
The second one was shorter, seeming to be about the same height as the Angels around him, and was dressed in white robes like the rest but had bewitchingly pearl-white hair. If it weren't for how comically wide they were, Luka would say that her steel-blue eyes were quite beautiful. This Angel's face was bright red, making it look as though she was going to melt at any moment.
And then there was the third Angel.
She was shorter than even Luka was, her white robes dragging along the golden clouds as they most definitely did not fit her. A long and visibly frazzled blonde ponytail fell down her back, nearly falling to the ground as well. Her face was also red like the other one, but her heart-shaped pink pupils were full of an unnerving hunger...
...Wait. Heart-shaped pupils? Pink eyes? Luka recognized that, somehow.
"YOU!" The Angel shouted while pointing at Luka, her voice now somewhat sounding familiar too. Luka could swear he had heard it from somewhere before, but this train of thought was about to be demolished by the Angel's next words.
"WE FUCK, NOW!" The Angel declared loudly, breaking into a dead sprint not even a heartbeat after. Luka flinched, "E-E-Excuse me!?" His stammered reply went unanswered, the diminutive Angel already halfway towards him at that point.
"CUPID, WAIT!" The Angel with the pearl-white hair yelled, flying after what Luka had to assume was her comrade. The taller gray-haired Angel smirked and silently flew right after with a devious glint in her eyes.
"YOU'RE MINE!" Cupid shouted, leaping through the air to pounce onto the boy.
Luka opened up his mouth to shout something as he tried stop the Angel he had to assumed was named "Cupid" - even the name seemed to itch at the back of his mind quite terribly? - from tackling him down, but the effort wouldn't be necessary. For, just a few seconds before Cupid even touched him, Luka suddenly disappeared in a flash of light.
And so, the Angel of Love collapsed into the golden clouds where Luka used to be, popping right back soon after.
"Wh-Wha?" Cupid stuttered, her fierce pink eyes looking around to see nothing but the confused Troop of Angels and her approaching friends in Endiel and Valkyrie. "Luka, lu-lu... Where, where!?" She asked to nobody in particular. The Angel of Love grabbed at her blonde hair in frustration, a fiery rage starting to bubble up inside.
And finally, the floodgates opened.
"Fuck... FUCK... FUCK!" Cupid screamed madly, pulling at her own hair as she stared up into the ceiling of golden cloud Luka had just been taken up into, being brought up to Ilias's throne room with startling speed...
...A very interesting chapter, and it only gets more interesting from here. I, eh, hope you enjoy?
F14M3RZ: ...Well, Ilias is feeling something. But no Commandments broken yet.
omegaqilin: "Balance the lewdness well" couldn't have been said at a worse time considering what a lot of this chapter is, but I appreciate that you find that I do have a balance for it. Lewdness will go back down soon after this night is over.
dagolas: You are onto something, I'll say that.
incorrectREVuse: Well, the thighjob did happen. Just not Sariel, maybe next time though,