The echoes of the archangels' roars faded into the ether as Ariel dragged Seraphina from the Grand Spire, her limbs limp and coated in layers of drying cum. She stumbled on the cloud-woven paths, every step sending fresh twinges through her abused holes—pussy swollen and leaking, ass gaping slightly from the relentless double stuffing. Her wings hung heavy, feathers matted with sweat and seed, but the fire in her core refused to die. Ariel's grip on her arm was iron, guiding her downward through spiraling staircases of light toward the Seraphim Sanctum, a realm veiled in perpetual twilight where the highest choir sang praises to the divine... and now, to depravity.
'They've awaited their turn,' Ariel murmured, shoving her into a vast amphitheater carved from starlit obsidian. Rows of seraphim encircled the pit—six-winged behemoths with eyes like burning coals, their forms shifting between humanoid glory and monstrous allure. Flames licked at their edges, and the air hummed with a low, vibrating chant that made Seraphina's clit throb unbidden. At the center, a dais awaited, ringed by pillars that pulsed with restrained energy. The lead seraph, Metatron, loomed largest, his cock a towering pillar of flesh veined with glowing runes, already dripping anticipation.
Ariel bound her to the dais with chains forged from solidified light, spreading her eagle on the altar—arms stretched wide, legs splayed to expose her dripping folds and puckered rear. The seraphim descended in a wave, wings unfurling to cast shadows that danced like demons. Metatron approached first, his massive hand cupping her mound before slapping it sharply, the sting making her jolt. 'Sing for us, vessel of sin.' He knelt between her thighs, tongue—long and forked—lashing out to drag from her asshole to her clit in one swipe, tasting the mingled essences of the archangels. She arched, a whimper escaping as he sucked her labia into his mouth, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Two seraphim flanked him, their six wings folding to reveal cocks that split into twin shafts each, forked like their tongues. One grabbed her head, forcing both prongs past her lips, stretching her mouth into an O as he pumped them in alternation—one hitting her cheek, the other her throat. She gagged, saliva pouring down her chin, but hollowed her cheeks to suck harder, tongue swirling around the ridges. The other seraph positioned at her ass, spitting a glob of fiery saliva onto her hole before shoving both tips inside, the dual invasion burning as they scissored her walls apart.
The chant swelled, vibrating through the chains into her bones, amplifying every thrust. Metatron rose, aligning his rune-veined cock with her pussy and slamming home, the girth splitting her wide. He fucked with deliberate slowness at first, grinding deep to mash against her cervix, then accelerated into piston-like drives that shook the dais. Her body rocked between the three—mouth stuffed, ass double-fucked, pussy reamed—muffled moans blending with the seraphic hum.
More joined, wings brushing her skin like feathers of flame. A female seraph, her form curvaceous with breasts like ripe orbs, straddled Seraphina's face, grinding her slick pussy down to smother her. 'Lick, whore of the heavens.' Seraphina's tongue delved in, lapping at the hot folds, sucking the clit while inhaling the musky scent. The seraph rode her face hard, juices smearing her cheeks, as another male seraph latched onto her nipples, biting and pulling until milk-white beads of pain-laced pleasure formed.
The dual-cocked seraph in her ass withdrew one shaft to slap her thigh, leaving red welts, before plunging both back in deeper, the stretch making her scream into the pussy above. Metatron's balls slapped her ass with each thrust, heavy and full, while the mouth-fucker face-raped her relentlessly, prongs bulging her throat. Hands roamed everywhere—fingering her navel, pinching her wing joints, whipping her sides with tails of light that seared like brands.
The circle tightened, seraphim pairing to use her extremities. One wrapped her hand around his single, barbed cock, guiding her strokes while he jerked the other. Another forced her foot to rub his sack, toes curling around the orbs as he humped her sole. The female on her face came first, flooding Seraphina's mouth with sweet nectar that she gulped down, chin glistening. She dismounted, only for a male to take her place, shoving his ass onto Seraphina's tongue. 'Rim me clean.' She obeyed, probing the tight ring, tongue-fucking the hole as he ground back.
Metatron growled, pace faltering as her pussy clenched in response to the overload. He pulled out abruptly, spraying thick ropes across her belly, the cum sizzling like holy water on unholy ground. The ass-fuckers followed, one shaft erupting in her bowels while the other pulled free to coat her cheeks. The mouth invader held deep, twin loads pulsing down her gullet, forcing her to swallow or choke. Her own climax hit like a supernova, body seizing as waves crashed through her, squirting onto the dais in arcs that drew approving rumbles from the choir.
They unbound her only to reposition, flipping her onto all fours amid the writhing mass. A seraph with wings of shadow mounted her from behind, cock barbed and ridged, scraping her walls as he hammered her pussy. Another slid beneath, impaling her ass on his upward thrust, the two cocks grinding through her thin barrier in a sandwich of flesh. She rocked between them, the motion natural now, hips bucking to meet the invasions.
Seraphim swarmed her upper body: one forcing her to deepthroat his length while pinching her nose shut for breathless seconds; another tit-fucking her, squeezing her breasts around his shaft until bruises bloomed; a third lashing her back with a whip of condensed starlight, each crack drawing blood-tinged welts. The chant morphed into guttural chants of possession, the air thick with the scent of sex and singed feathers.
Rotations blurred into ecstasy: double vaginal from forked cocks stretching her pussy to tearing; triple penetration when a third shaft joined her ass, the trio pistoning in chaotic rhythm; bukkake circles where seraphim jerked off onto her face, cum veiling her eyes like a mask. She came repeatedly—once from a tongue in her pussy while cocks filled mouth and hands; again from nipple clamps of light twisting as she was gang-fucked.
Ariel watched from the edge, stroking himself, before joining to claim her throat last, fucking it raw as the choir peaked in a symphony of orgasms. Metatron lifted her high, impaling her on his renewed erection for all to see, bouncing her like a ragdoll while others lashed her suspended form. She shattered one final time, voice hoarse from screams, as loads filled and covered her anew.
As the sanctum quieted, bodies entangled in post-coital glow, Metatron traced a rune on her forehead with cum-smeared fingers. 'The throne room calls next, eternal slut. The divine itself awaits.' Seraphina slumped, broken yet craving, her submission a gateway to infinities of torment and bliss.