Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 9: The Fall of the Virgin Prince

Heaven had retreated. What remained of it—an ivory fortress suspended in the last shard of pure sky—hovered like a dying star, unreachable by mortal or demon. But I was no longer either.

I was Seraphine.

And I was coming for their last hope.

The virgin prince, Aurelion, waited inside. The last unbroken angel. Sworn to silence, to celibacy, to divine light. Untouched by lust. Worshipped like a symbol of purity.

I would shatter him.

I crossed into heaven alone, body slick with oil, blood, and godcum. My cunt was still raw from fucking Vorthas into worship. My aura burned. I didn’t hide it. Let Heaven see what I had become.

Aurelion stood at the altar.

Perfect.

Tall. Pale skin like marble. Silken white hair. Muscles cut by divinity. His wings were pristine, his eyes glowing with sorrow.

“You are the defiler,” he said, voice soft, trembling.

“I’m your salvation,” I purred. “And your ruination.”

He trembled when I approached. He didn’t back away.

He smelled like fear and curiosity. Like untouched skin and forbidden desire. I circled him slowly, running a hand over his armor, then down his chest.

“I can feel it,” I whispered, brushing my lips to his neck. “You ache for it, don’t you? All those centuries pretending purity isn’t a cage.”

He shivered.

“I won’t let you.”

“You will,” I said, eyes locked on his. “And you’ll thank me for it.”

I kissed him.

Soft, at first. Testing. His lips parted, innocent and slow, like no one had ever touched him. But he didn’t pull away. I pushed harder. Deeper. Tongue sliding into his mouth as I gripped his jaw and took.

His cock was hard already beneath the armor.

I smiled against his lips.

I tore it off.

Metal screamed as I stripped him bare—revealing a body that looked sculpted by gods, his cock thick, flushed, trembling with need. He moaned when I touched it. Moaned like a choir collapsing.

“No,” he whispered.

“Yes,” I growled, dropping to my knees.

I licked the tip slowly, circling it with my tongue. His knees buckled. I sucked the head into my mouth and his halo flickered. He whimpered, both hands gripping my horns as I devoured him inch by inch, gagging on his length.

His wings spread wide.

He was shaking.

I pulled off and shoved him to the ground.

“Beg,” I said, crawling up his body, my soaked cunt hovering over his cock. “Beg me to take your virtue. Beg me to break you.”

Tears shimmered in his eyes.

“Please,” he whispered. “Please… make me fall.”

I impaled myself.

His scream echoed across Heaven as I took his virgin cock into my cunt in one savage thrust, blood and cum still dripping from my thighs. He writhed, overwhelmed, his body bucking, helpless under me.

I rode him hard.

His innocence clung to every thrust, every whimper. I watched it bleed out of his eyes. I twisted his nipples, kissed his tears, fucked him deeper until he came with a cry of ecstasy, body convulsing, pouring his first-ever load deep inside me.

But I wasn’t done.

I flipped him.

Pulled his hips up.

And shoved my fingers into his ass, watching his halo crack.

“No more god’s boy,” I hissed. “You’re mine now.”

I opened him up, slow, then brutal, pressing a slick dildo against his virgin hole—thick, obsidian, dripping with oil. I slid it in inch by inch, watching him scream and shake.

He came again from the pain.

“Say it,” I growled.

“I—I belong to you,” he sobbed. “I’m yours, Seraphine.”

And with that, his halo shattered.