Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 10: Heaven Burns

They came at dawn.

Thirteen Seraphim. Clad in light-forged armor, halos sharpened to blades. They descended from a sky that bled gold and flame, wings unfurling like judgment itself. Heaven didn’t send love. They sent executioners.

And they wanted their prince back.

Aurelion was on all fours when they broke through the gates of my palace.

Sweat and cum dripped down his thighs. His lips were still wrapped around my strap-on cock, cheeks hollowed from sucking, tears dried on his pale face. I was lounging in my throne, one leg over the armrest, dripping from a morning fuck.

When the first angel burst in, sword drawn, I didn’t even blink.

“He’s ours,” the leader snarled, wings spread wide, her voice thick with righteousness. “We’ve come to cleanse him.”

Aurelion whimpered, crawling back into my lap, his arms clinging to my thigh. “No… no—please…”

I smiled, stroking his hair.

“You want him?” I asked.

I stood, slow, naked, glistening in sweat and divine fluids, cum still leaking from between my thighs and dripping off Aurelion’s chin.

“Then take him.”

The room erupted.

Swords clashed with shadows. Demons spilled from the walls, summoned by my will. Caliel tore through one angel with her bare hands, her broken wings glowing with corrupted light. Chains wrapped around another, dragging him screaming into a pit of tongues and flame.

But the Seraphim were strong. Each one wielded purity like a weapon, burning demons to ash. Their leader made it to the throne.

She looked at Aurelion, who shook, sobbing, cock hard again, cum coating his thighs.

“You’ve ruined him,” she spat.

“No,” I said, grabbing her by the throat and slamming her into the stone.

“I’ve freed him.”

I kissed her. Brutal. Violent. She fought, bit my lip, tried to resist—but her body betrayed her. She moaned. I shoved her down, ripped off her armor, revealing tight muscles, perfect skin, and a cunt wet with suppressed desire.

“Even the righteous ache to sin,” I hissed.

I shoved Aurelion’s cum-slick cock into her mouth and made her choke on it.

He cried out, overwhelmed, as I forced him to fuck her throat. The angel gagged, eyes wide, tears streaming, wings flailing as her mouth was used.

Behind me, the battle raged. Demons fell. Angels burned. But in the center of it all, I fucked Heaven’s own with the cock of their fallen prince.

I shoved her onto her back and mounted her, riding her face while Aurelion came inside her mouth. She choked on it, her halo flickering. Her pussy dripped.

And when I slid my fingers into her soaked cunt, she screamed.

She came. Hard. And her halo cracked.

One by one, the Seraphim began to fall—not from wounds, but from pleasure. Taken by my pets. My chains. My fire. Their blades dropped, their wings failed, their holiness drenched in cum and blood.

Heaven had come to purify.

But left broken.