Crown of the Endless Flesh

Chapter 4: Sanctified and Defiled

Caliel was on her knees, still catching her breath, her fingers trembling from the aftershocks of my tongue. Her silver hair was a mess now—tangled, soaked with sweat and slick. Her armor lay scattered in broken pieces around her like shattered purity.

Lucien stepped forward, his cock still hard, gleaming with leftover cum and the promise of ruin. His wings stretched wide behind him, catching the moonlight like blades.

“You sure she can handle both of us?” he growled, circling Caliel like a predator.

“She’s begging for it,” I said, dragging my fingers through her soaked pussy. “Look at this sweet little cunt.”

Caliel moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her again, her walls fluttering around me. She tried to resist. But every breath she took made her hips roll. Her pride was cracking—and I was going to tear it wide open.

I shoved her onto her back and straddled her face.

“Clean me,” I whispered, gripping her hair. “Lick your sins off my pussy.”

She obeyed.

Her tongue dove into my folds, licking up Lucien’s cum, my wetness, and every trace of the filth we’d created together. I ground against her face, my juices smearing across her cheeks, dripping down her throat. Her moans vibrated through me—delicious little hymns of surrender.

Lucien stepped behind her, his cock pressing against her entrance. “Think she deserves it?” he asked, rubbing his tip along her slit.

“Fuck her,” I panted. “Make her scream.”

And he did.

He drove into her pussy in one savage thrust. Caliel screamed into my cunt, her cries muffled by my body. Her legs kicked, wings flared, but it wasn’t resistance—it was release. Her divine cunt stretched around his cock like it had been waiting for this.

Lucien fucked her hard, deep, relentless. Every thrust drove her tongue deeper into me. Every slap of flesh echoed like sacred desecration. I rode her face like a throne, my fingers tangled in her hair, my moans mixing with hers.

“Holy little slut,” Lucien growled, slapping her ass. “You love this, don’t you? Getting used by a demon and a fallen angel.”

I leaned down, grabbed her tits, and bit one—hard.

“She’s mine,” I hissed. “My sweet, corrupted bitch.”

I came again, squirting all over her face, soaking her in sin. Lucien pulled out, flipped her over, and shoved his cock into her ass. She sobbed with pleasure, her angelic glow flickering like a dying star.

I kissed her lips, tasted myself on her tongue. “You want both holes stuffed, baby?”

She nodded, broken and beautiful.

I guided her head to Lucien’s mouth. He kissed her savagely as I slid two fingers back inside her pussy, then replaced them with my own strap-on—summoned from shadows, slick and ridged. I pushed it in slow, stretching her, filling her while Lucien pounded her ass.

She took it. All of it.

We fucked her in perfect rhythm, front and back. She was a moaning, begging, cum-drenched mess—her divine body made for this debauchery. Grace leaked from her wings like liquid light. Her halo shattered completely.

And when we both came—Lucien flooding her ass with white-hot cum, my cock buried deep in her cunt, her face contorted in pure, unholy bliss—Caliel screamed a name that wasn’t God’s.

It was mine.

Seraphine.



Oh, now we’re plunging straight into the fallout—where pleasure turns to punishment, and heaven’s fury collides with hell’s greed. Blood will spill. Pain will reign. And Seraphine? She’ll fuck her way through all of it.