Did this angel realize how seductive she was? A pure angel consumed by lust radiated raw feminine allure. Her lips parted, damp golden hair clung to her flushed cheeks, and her sweat-soaked robe outlined her writhing, lascivious form, exuding irresistible sensuality.
Truman abandoned caution, resolve hardening. "Your Highness, I'm in pain too. Can you help me?"
"Pain? Why… ngh…"
Elaviel didn't grasp his meaning, but if her follower eased her suffering, shouldn't she reciprocate? As the Lord's angel, answering a believer's plea was her duty.
"Your Highness, you're too beautiful. I can't control myself. Please, use your holy hands to aid me!"
Hands… I think I understand… That's probably blasphemy… but I've seen mortals couple before…
His words teased her sensitive earlobe. Biting her lip, she inexplicably let him guide her pure hands to his throbbing cock.
"So hot…"
She never imagined feeling this way about a mortal's body, yet it was real. The hard, slick heat seemed to sear her palms, but she couldn't bring herself to let go.
Too afraid to grip—her mythical strength could crush peaks—she relied on Truman to press her hands around his shaft, gently stroking.
His satisfied groans sparked an odd sensation in her, urging her to move on her own.
Her soft, clumsy hands fumbled in his pants, like plucking strings, driving Truman to roar with pleasure.
"Your Highness, you're incredible—kind, great, fulfilling your follower's desires."
Shallow but effective, especially with Elaviel mired in self-doubt. His words lit a spark in her foggy mind.
She worked harder, though to her, it was as effortless as breathing.
"Your Highness… I'm gonna come! You're amazing…"
"Mmh… go ahead…"
Her divine beauty, paired with her hesitant allure, was devastating. Even a seasoned lover like Truman couldn't resist, unloading blissfully in her hands.
A musky stench coated her palms, yet she strangely found it… pleasant.
"You… this is as far as it goes… no further… or else…"
Even in her daze, Elaviel sensed she'd gone too far, turning away to resist his touch.
Gazing at the dazed beauty beneath him, Truman knew he could no longer tame his raging desire.
Fuck, I've wanted to screw you forever… In that moment, his lust shattered reason's cage. Panting heavily, blood surged to his cock. Even if it meant death, bedding a woman like this would be worth bragging about in the afterlife.
Mythical being? Just a horny female, destined to moan under me.
"Your Highness is waiting, isn't she? Let me help you…"
Spouting righteous nonsense, he cradled Elaviel's head, leaning down to claim her breathtaking beauty.
"Ngh… insolent!"
Her lips were enveloped by his searing mouth, his tongue invading her.
Blasphemy! How dare this mortal defile her?
Lust and pleasure surged, followed by fury and shock.
She raised a hand to crush his shoulder, to punish his disrespect.
"Don't move!"
Noticing her intent, Truman barked, his bloodshot eyes seeing only man and woman, male and female—no mortal or myth.
"What?!"
Stunningly, Elaviel froze, unable to resist, passively enduring his kiss.
It wasn't unwillingness—she couldn't. Her body felt pinned by mountains, helpless under his control.
Even in her weakened state, she should've toppled skyscrapers with ease. Why couldn't she push off a mere man? Panic flooded her, a first taste of helplessness.
Her fragile resolve crumbled, and she sank into the kiss's ecstasy, their tongues entwining, lips locked in decadent fervor.
Truman, heedless of her turmoil, caressed her wings, teasing their sensitive roots.
"Don't touch… ahh!"
Her wings, ultra-sensitive, quivered under his touch, her body spasming. In desperation, holy flames erupted around her to repel him.
"Fuck, can't just bang a powerhouse—one slip and I'm toast…"
Truman snapped alert, recognizing her divine art. A mythical being's power was unfathomable; he was surely doomed. Yet, astonishingly, the soul-searing flames didn't harm him, as if they didn't exist.
"Ngh… impossible! You should be…" Elaviel gasped.
A faint hum sounded.
Truman glimpsed illusory chains coiling around her, flickering briefly before vanishing. He realized what they were—the master-servant contract from his summoning ritual. Normally, such a bond couldn't bind a supreme mythical being, but her injuries, fallen status, and the lust curse had made it effective, influencing her actions.
Ecstasy surged within him. The heavens were on his side! He began to wonder if this was all a dream. The contract explained her return to Harvest City, drawn unconsciously to him, tolerating his repeated oversteps.
The lust curse, coupled with her wounds, ensnared her in a web of desire, giving a mortal like him an opening. Otherwise, bedding a mythical being would be pure fantasy.
"Your Highness is naughty, scaring me when I'm helping you. No more of that—take this!"
Fueled by a mix of rage and joy, Truman kissed her again, lost in passion, oblivious to the world's upheaval.
No longer restraining himself, he plunged his hand into her robe, kneading her plump, peach-like rear, forcing her to arch and present her wide, fertile hips to his grasp.
"Truman… stop, you can't… let me go!"
Unable to move or wield her powers, the angel was like fish on a cutting board, at his mercy.
Elaviel's eyes churned with lust and fury. She never imagined a mortal could defile her, her sacred body reduced to a vessel for his desires—a torment worse than death.
Hatred's better than indifference; at least it means you're in her heart, Truman thought carelessly, casting off all pretense. He was past caring. Ravishing this divine beauty trumped everything, even his life.
Such was the power of lust-addled madness.
"Truman… don't knead… it's unbearable…"
Elaviel's voice trembled with desire, her eyes flashing with thunder and rosy haze, torn between wanting to slay this presumptuous mortal and craving his deeper touch.
"Your Highness, I'll make you feel good soon!"
Truman's tongue darted out, lapping like a rutting hound at her delicate nose, earlobes, flushed neck, and finally her lush breasts.
"Ngh~"
Elaviel stifled her moans, refusing to show weakness, glaring daggers at the man nipping and licking her, as if to carve him to pieces.
Truman teased her snowy peaks, his tongue flicking her buds, coaxing soft hums from her. One hand gripped her slender waist, the other sank into her plush rear, treating her like a living fleshlight.
Sated with her milky sweetness, he pulled her close, letting her taste her own essence, while shedding his shirt and pants, freeing his long-restrained cock to stand rigid in the air.
"Please… not this. I can find other women for you… this is blasphemy, sacrilege!"
The thickening musky scent hit her, and Elaviel realized his intent. Panic surged, but she could only plead like any female—her proud angelic head bowing, voice a feminine whimper.
Unwittingly, her words stoked Truman's conquest-lust. Seeing the flawless angel reveal vulnerability only to him, pleading and preaching, he felt he'd reached life's peak.
"Your Highness, I'm just helping you. You're suffering too, aren't you? And other women? None compare to your allure."
No longer hesitating, Truman parted her hips, exposing her hidden flower. Her hairless, pink pussy was as perfect as the rest of her—pure, untouched, a secret garden never meant to be seen, now awaiting his violation.
"No~"
Ignoring her desperate, dazed gaze, Truman thrust forward, his shaft plunging deep into her core.
Pop~
The faint sound roared like thunder, as if the moon shattered or lightning struck.
Instantly, Truman felt transported to paradise. This holy angel's flesh was decadently lascivious, like countless fawning mouths kissing his long-awaited cock.
Layers of tender flesh clamped tight, refusing to release him. Each inch he pressed revealed new sensations.
"Didn't expect Your Highness to say no with her upper mouth while her lower one's so honest, gripping me tight."
Truman panted into her neck, reveling in the peak of ecstasy.
"Ah!"
Her gasps sang like hymns, her moans echoing in the void.
Elaviel's hands clutched the sheets, her body arching in spasms, desperate to resist the searing cock's intrusion. Yet her body betrayed her, opening wide, its layered folds smoothing under Truman's thrusts, then clamping tight, fawning over him, begging for the ecstasy he promised.
"Ngh~ mmmph…"
She realized this was what she'd craved—a filling of her emptiness, a quenching of her burning.
Truman began to move, unhurried but deliberate, each thrust deeper than the last, soon burying nearly his entire shaft in her angelic core.
"Don't… gentler… it's too big, ngh~"
Elaviel gasped, pleading, feeling utterly unlike herself in this bliss, her voice strange and foreign. Her hips swayed, half-resisting, half-welcoming.
Waves of pleasure surged from their joined sexes, crashing into her mind, delivering indescribable rapture.
Truman ravaged her dreamlike body, fully stripping away her half-veiled robe to reveal her jade-white form. To his surprise, black veins snaked across her pristine skin, writhing as if alive, weaving lascivious patterns.
Some even formed a womb-like tattoo below her abdomen.
"Didn't expect Your Highness to have such lewd tattoos. What a slutty angel!"
Truman hoisted her lush thighs, suspending them mid-air, his hips pounding like a jackhammer, giving her no respite.
"Ngh~ mmh~ I'm not a slut… slower…"
Truman's mention of her status sparked a fleeting clarity in her eyes. She struggled to protest, but he pinned her beneath him, her long wings fluttering in rhythm with his thrusts.
Her flawless wings caught his eye, igniting a playful urge. He flipped her over, forcing her to kneel on the bed like a bitch in heat.
Elaviel bent forward, her perfect, round rear raised, her waist-to-hip ratio a testament to her feminine allure. Her core offered itself in servitude.
"Stop… there's still time to turn back. You've already sinned gravely… don't compound it."
Feeling his cock briefly withdraw, Elaviel clung to a shred of lucidity, hoping her reprimand would deter his rebellion.
She tried to inch away, but Truman seized her, his thumb pressing into the dimple of her lower back, kneading gently.
"But Your Highness, you're the one clinging to me. You're enjoying this, aren't you?"
"No… stop your nonsense…"
"So dishonest, Your Highness. Take this!"
Truman grabbed her slender wings like reins, using them as leverage to plunge deep into her core, grinding relentlessly.
Her massive, snowy hips pressed against his abdomen, morphing with each impact, rippling with depraved allure.
"Ahh!!"
"Ngh!!"
Moans erupted from both. Truman hadn't anticipated how exhilarating doggy-style with an angel would be. Her plush rear felt like soft pillows hugging his pelvis, her slim waist and voluptuous hips a visual feast. Her wings, draped like a ceremonial gown, were pure eroticism.
Elaviel felt an even deeper invasion, his relentless cock forcing her organs aside, striking her most sensitive depths.
"No, please, Truman… you can't… not anymore!"
Her heightened senses tracked every shift in her body. In this position, a shameful climax loomed, surging from her core.
"Your Highness, let go if you need to. This is mortal pleasure—nothing to be ashamed of."
Sensing her trembling, Truman grinned wickedly, leaning down to nibble her earlobe, pinning her flat. Using her succulent rear as a cushion, he plowed into the divine fleshlight.
"Your Highness! Stop fighting it—come with me!"
In the frenzied thrusts, Elaviel felt a deep void within her filled completely, upending the cosmos. The Lord's grace and her followers' prayers were cast aside. She was hurled to the heavens with each stroke, savoring the ecstasy of being female.
Her pristine wings curled back, like pale hands clutching the man's hips, matching his rhythm, welcoming his deep invasions into her tight, lonely core.
"Ngh~ no! Mmph… aahhh!!"
Elaviel climaxed first, collapsing into the sheets. Her crystalline toes curled and relaxed, every feather on her wings bristling, her body radiating bliss.
A grand orgasm.
"Your Highness grips so tight—do you love me that much?"
Her pulsing, clinging flesh drove Truman to euphoria, but he reluctantly withdrew from her lush hips. Turning her to face him, he shuddered, unloading thick streams across her face like a fountain.
Splurt, splurt!!
Elaviel trembled for minutes before recovering. Feeling the sticky mess, she recalled something, murmuring dazedly, "You… you were scheming from the start?"
It was the same sensation from her descent, only now did she understand.
"Your Highness is so slow. What man wouldn't scheme facing you?" Truman smirked wickedly. Defiling this perfect female was soul-shatteringly sublime, a man's ultimate conquest.
Shame and fury flashed in her eyes. She'd been deceived by this vile human from the beginning, naively trusting him!
"Truman, I'll punish your blasphemy. You'll face divine retribution!"
She seethed, no longer able to view the world as dust. This devilish man was etched into her heart, deserving the harshest execution.
"Your Highness, don't you know you're even more enticing now?"
He leered. Her face, a blend of angelic wrath and post-coital sow-like bliss, painted a breathtaking tableau.
Truman pounced again, his insatiable cock plunging back into her soft, tight pussy.
The Sin Demon's curse wasn't so easily broken. Soon, her body burned anew, her expression twisting, long legs instinctively wrapping around his back.
They embraced face-to-face, Elaviel forced to swallow his saliva.
"I'm easing Your Highness's burden, but I'm doing all the work. How about you move a bit?"
Growing bolder, Truman blindfolded her and flipped their positions, forcing her to straddle him, swaying to his rhythm.
Dazed again, Elaviel rode the man she loathed, writhing in humiliated fury. His wicked cock pierced her repeatedly, delivering unimaginable pleasure.
Her wings draped like a skirt, veiling their joined sexes, only wet squelches escaping the gaps.
Truman grinned, arms behind his head, lying back as her flawless form rocked and twisted, the bed creaking loudly.
He wouldn't release Elaviel until he was fully sated tonight.