Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 11: The First to Fall

The sky ruptured.

Not with fire, not with thunder—but with silence. A silence so deep it made every moaning slave in my palace fall quiet. Every demon stilled. The Court hushed. Even my cunt tightened.

He had arrived.

The Prime.

Azelai.

The First Angel. The one made before sin, before thought, before pleasure. He wasn’t draped in gold. He was gold. Light made flesh. Wings that didn’t flap, but hovered—weightless, endless. Eyes that saw into the soul. Voice like galaxies dying.

And yet, he stood at my gate.

And I welcomed him in.

“I’ve come to end you,” he said, barefoot on my bloodsoaked marble.

I smiled from my throne. Legs spread. Cunt still dripping from the last angel I’d made cum herself into madness. Aurelion knelt beside me, sucking on my fingers like a desperate little pet.

“Then come closer,” I whispered. “End me.”

He didn’t move.

I did.

I descended the steps slow, my body glowing with corruption, cock and cunt and blood and fire. I walked to him bare, hips swaying, eyes locked to his.

“You were first,” I said. “But I’ll make you last.”

I touched his cheek.

He flinched. Only slightly. But it was enough.

I leaned up, lips brushing his. “Have you ever been kissed?”

“No,” he whispered.

I kissed him.

Soft at first. Tender. Letting him feel it—my tongue, my heat, the way my body ached. He didn’t resist. He just stood there. Still glowing. Still silent.

Until I grabbed his cock through his robes.

It was huge.

Virgin. Untouched. But ready. It pulsed beneath my fingers like it wanted out. Like it had waited eternity to be freed.

I dropped to my knees and tore open the robes.

And there it was. Glorious. Golden. A pillar of divine cock, veined with light, already leaking sacred pre-cum.

“I’m going to make you sin,” I whispered, licking the tip.

He shuddered.

I took him into my mouth—slow, reverent, like worship—and tasted divinity. It burned, sweet and sharp, but I drank deeper, sucking him, gagging, throat-stretching around a cock that had never been touched.

He groaned.

His hands hovered, unsure, before finally gripping my horns.

Perfect.

I fucked him with my mouth until he moaned—moaned—for the first time in the history of creation. I felt him pulse. His balls tensed. And then…

He came.

Hot, blinding cum erupted down my throat. Pure creation. It scorched. It healed. It changed me.

I stood, kissed him, golden cum dripping from my lips.

“Now,” I said, shoving him down onto the altar. “Let me show you how the Prime falls.”

I straddled him. My cunt swallowed his cock slow, stretching wide around impossible girth. He cried out—voice breaking like the first song ever sung.

And I rode him.

Hard. Violent. Sacred filth. Our bodies clashed—divinity against corruption. My blood on his light. His cum mixing with the filth already dripping from my cunt. He begged. He moaned. He screamed God’s name as he came inside me again and again.

And when I shoved my fingers into his ass, massaging his prostate as he exploded one last time—

His halo shattered into starlight.