Dawn broke over the celestial realms in a blaze of golden light, but for Seraphina, there was no respite. The chains that had bound her through the night clanged softly as Ariel released her from their grip, her body aching from the previous day's torments. Fresh welts crisscrossed her back and thighs, her holes still tender and slick with dried remnants of angelic seed. She knelt before him on the mist-shrouded platform, head bowed, wings trembling. 'Rise, my devoted slut,' Ariel commanded, his voice echoing like thunder wrapped in silk. 'The archangels demand your presence. Prove your fall is complete.'
He led her through swirling clouds, her bare feet sinking into the ethereal vapor as they ascended to the Grand Spire—a towering edifice of pure light where the highest orders convened. Whispers followed them, angels peering from alcoves, their eyes hungry for the spectacle. Seraphina's skin prickled under the scrutiny, her nipples hardening despite the soreness, a traitorous heat building between her legs. Ariel shoved her forward into the chamber at the spire's apex, a vast dome open to the infinite sky, ringed by seven thrones occupied by the archangels: majestic beings with auras that pulsed like stars, their forms radiating power and unbridled lust.
At the center sat Gabriel, the herald, his massive cock already erect and throbbing against his thigh, veins like rivers of fire. Beside him, Michael, the warrior, gripped a spear that doubled as a staff, his muscular frame etched with battle scars. Uriel, Raphael—no, the greater Raphael, not the cherub—and the others formed a circle of dominance, their gazes locking onto Seraphina like predators sizing up prey. Ariel bowed slightly. 'Behold the one who submits to paradise's will. Use her as you see fit.'
Gabriel rose first, his hand clamping around her throat to haul her close. 'On your knees, fallen wretch.' She dropped instantly, the marble floor cool against her skin. He fisted her hair, yanking her head back to force her mouth open wide. Without preamble, he thrust his cock down her throat, the girth stretching her jaws to their limit. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes as he fucked her face with brutal strokes, balls slapping her chin. 'Choke on divine judgment,' he growled, holding her impaled until her vision blurred, lungs burning.
Michael circled behind, kicking her legs apart to expose her ass. He spat on her hole, rubbing the saliva in with rough fingers before ramming two digits inside, twisting them to scissor her walls. 'Still loose from lesser cocks. We'll tighten you with pain.' He withdrew, replacing them with his spear's blunt end—coated in a shimmering oil that burned like holy fire. The intrusion made her scream around Gabriel's shaft, the vibration drawing a grunt from him. Michael pushed deeper, the staff fucking her ass in short, jabbing motions, each one sending shocks through her core.
Uriel joined from the side, his cock in hand as he slapped it against her cheek, leaving sticky trails. 'Suck my balls while you service him.' She strained, tongue extending to lap at the heavy sac, sucking one orb into her mouth then the other, all while Gabriel pounded her throat and Michael's spear ravaged her rear. The other archangels watched, some stroking their lengths—cocks of varying sizes but all imposing, from slender and curved to thick and straight—pre-cum beading at tips.
Ariel stepped back, but not before summoning ethereal bonds that suspended Seraphina mid-air again, her body horizontal like an offering. Gabriel pulled out, strings of saliva dangling, and moved to her pussy, slamming in with one powerful thrust that buried him to the hilt. Her walls clenched around him, milking instinctively as he rutted like a beast, hips snapping forward. Michael discarded the spear, aligning his cock with her ass and driving in beside the motion, the double stuffing making her body jolt with every dual penetration.
'Feel the heavens claim you,' Uriel murmured, climbing onto the platform to straddle her chest. He pinched her nipples hard, twisting until they bruised purple, then fed his cock between her tits, squeezing them around his shaft to tit-fuck her roughly. The friction burned, her skin chafing as he thrust, pre-cum lubing the valley. Another archangel, Jophiel, the beauty, knelt by her head, forcing her to turn and suck his cock, her cheeks bulging as she hollowed them to accommodate.
The dome filled with the sounds of flesh meeting flesh—wet slaps from Gabriel and Michael's pistoning cocks, gurgles from her stuffed mouth, and Uriel's grunts as he humped her breasts. The remaining archangels—Zadkiel, Chamuel, and Raguel—formed a circle around the suspension, their hands roaming her body. Zadkiel fingered her clit, rubbing in harsh circles that made her buck, while Chamuel whipped her wings with a lash of light, feathers singeing slightly with each crack. Raguel choked her neck lightly, timing squeezes with the thrusts to heighten her gasps.
Seraphina's world narrowed to sensation: the stretch of cocks splitting her lower holes, the salty flood in her mouth as Jophiel came first, shooting down her throat and overflowing onto her lips. She swallowed convulsively, but more spurted across her face, marking her. Uriel followed, groaning as he unloaded between her tits, hot ropes painting her chest white. Gabriel and Michael synced their rhythms, one withdrawing as the other plunged deep, the alternation building friction until she shattered, pussy and ass spasming in unison, squirting around Gabriel's cock.
They didn't stop. Pulling out, they rotated positions. Michael took her pussy now, flipping her onto her stomach in the bonds so her ass pointed skyward. He spanked her cheeks raw, handprints overlapping the old welts, before plunging back in. Gabriel claimed her mouth anew, ass-to-mouth, making her taste her own ass on his length. Uriel donned a harness of light, manifesting a massive dildo that he shoved into her ass alongside Michael's cock, the double anal stretching her impossibly wide, tearing a muffled howl from her.
The audience of lesser angels had gathered at the dome's edges, hundreds now, wings fluttering in excitement. Some paired off, fucking openly—cocks sliding into pussies, mouths on asses—but all eyes stayed on the center. Jophiel and Zadkiel took her hands, wrapping her fingers around their shafts to jerk them off, her palms slick with their leaks. Chamuel and Raguel lashed her back and thighs with coordinated whips, the pain syncing with the fucks to push her into another climax, body convulsing as she came untouched this time.
Ariel reentered the fray, kneeling to lick at the overflow from her stuffed ass, tongue probing around the intrusions before sucking Michael's balls. 'Deeper, brothers. Break her spirit.' The archangels obliged, thrusts turning savage. Michael came in her pussy, flooding her with thick jets that leaked out immediately. Uriel withdrew the dildo, replacing it with his own cock for a proper double anal, the two shafts grinding together inside her, separated only by thin walls. Gabriel face-fucked her harder, balls tightening before he erupted again, cum bubbling from her nose as she struggled to breathe.
Rotations continued in a blur: each archangel sampling every hole, sometimes two or three at once. Jophiel fucked her tits while Zadkiel rammed her throat, Chamuel pegging her pussy with a glowing strap. Raguel bound her wings tight, folding them painfully to immobilize her further. Seraphina lost track of who was where, her body a vessel for their lust—cum filling her belly, coating her skin, dripping from every orifice. Orgasms wracked her relentlessly, each one leaving her weaker, more pliant.
By the time the sun peaked, the archangels had each claimed her multiple times. They lowered her to the floor, a heap of quivering flesh, and formed a final circle. 'Kneel and receive the blessing,' Gabriel ordered. She crawled to each, sucking their cocks clean—tasting pussy, ass, and cum in a filthy cocktail—until they were spent. Ariel lifted her last, impaling her on his cock for a victory ride, bouncing her until he added his load to the mess inside her.
As the assembly dispersed, cheers echoing through the spire, Ariel whispered in her ear, 'You've survived the archangels. But the seraphim choir hungers next.' Seraphina collapsed, body spent, but a dark thrill stirred within—submission eternal, paradise's whore forever.