Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 3: Wings Beneath Me

The city never slept, not really. Especially not when the skies above it trembled with divine presence. The storm hit suddenly—lightning without thunder, air thick with grace. My skin prickled. Lucien stiffened beside me, the angelic seed still leaking slowly from my well-fucked asshole. His eyes went cold.

“She shouldn’t be here,” he muttered.

“Who?” I asked, licking cum from my fingers like it was honey.

His wings shimmered, feathers rising defensively. “Caliel.”

The name rang through me like a warning and a promise.

Then I saw her.

Descending like a falling star, all gold and ivory and fucking righteousness, Caliel landed atop a nearby rooftop, wings spread like judgment incarnate. Her armor glowed—chaste and untouched—but her eyes… oh, her eyes. They locked on me with a hatred too fierce for heaven.

Or maybe it wasn’t hate.

Maybe it was hunger.

I climbed to my feet, still naked beneath the trench coat, body painted in blood, cum, and bruises. I smiled up at her like the devil offering a poisoned apple.

“Lost, angel?” I called.

She stepped forward, sword glowing like a sun in her grip. Her hair was pure silver, flowing like silk down her back. Her body—tight, curved, sculpted—was barely hidden by that holier-than-thou armor. She floated down toward me like a goddess descending to scorn a sinner.

“You’ve broken the order,” she said, voice sharp and low. “Corrupted the balance. You must be erased.”

I laughed, spreading my arms. “Then come erase me, beautiful.”

Caliel’s eyes flickered.

She struck. Fast. Blinding.

But I was faster.

I caught her wrist, twisted, and shoved her against the alley wall, just like Lucien had done to me moments before. She gasped, sword falling, grace flaring. I pinned her there with nothing but lust and violence.

“You’re trembling,” I whispered, brushing my lips along her jaw. “Is it anger—or something wetter?”

She struggled, but not hard. Her chest heaved, pressing against mine. Our breasts touched, bare and holy. Her breath hitched. Her thighs shifted. I felt it—heat, wetness, need.

“Get off me,” she hissed.

“Say please,” I purred, sliding my hand between her legs.

Her armor melted at my touch—angelic defense no match for infernal fingers. Her slit was already soaked. I moaned in delight as I stroked her, teasing her clit, watching that divine face twist in desperate denial.

“You want this,” I said. “Say it.”

“I… don’t…”

But her hips rolled. Her legs spread wider. She was panting now, cheeks flushed. I kissed her hard, claiming her tongue, then dropped to my knees.

I licked her pussy like I was worshiping the divine—and maybe I was. She cried out, fingers in my hair, grace flaring wildly as my tongue worked deeper, harder. She came fast, gushing into my mouth, her cries echoing off the stone walls.

But I wasn’t done.

I stood, shoved her to her knees. “Now show me how a holy mouth handles sin.”

She hesitated, lips parted, eyes wild. I grabbed the back of her head and forced her down on my blood-and-cum-soaked pussy. Her tongue flicked, hesitant at first—then hungrier. She tasted every drop of demon and angel from me and kept licking. When she added a finger to my ass, I screamed and came hard, grinding my cunt against her lips.

When I finally let her breathe, she looked up at me—lips shining, pupils blown wide, her grace flickering like a dying candle.

“You’re mine now,” I whispered, dragging her up by her silver hair. “My holy little whore.”

Lucien watched, stroking his cock slowly. “You’re starting a war.”

“No,” I said, biting Caliel’s lip until she moaned.

“I’m winning one.”