The rune on Seraphina's forehead burned like a brand as Ariel hauled her from the sanctum's sticky floor, her body a canvas of welts, bites, and glistening fluids. Cum dripped from every orifice, pooling in her wake as they ascended through veils of mist toward the Throne Room—an immense hall suspended in the heart of the cosmos, where the Divine Presence reigned. Walls of living light pulsed with the universe's heartbeat, and the throne itself was a colossal seat of woven galaxies, flanked by the Elohim, the creator angels whose forms shimmered with raw power. Their eyes—thousands upon thousands—watched her approach, unblinking and hungry.
Ariel tossed her at the base of the throne, where chains of pure energy snaked from the arms, coiling around her wrists and ankles to hoist her upward. She dangled spread-eagled before the assembly, pussy and ass exposed to the cool cosmic winds that teased her inflamed skin. The Elohim encircled her, their bodies towering and ethereal, cocks emerging from robes of starstuff—some straight and throbbing, others curved with nodules that promised exquisite agony, all veined with threads of creation's fire.
The lead Elohim, Raphael, stepped forward, his hand tracing her jaw before gripping her hair to yank her head back. 'You carry the seed of the heavens, but the Divine demands total surrender.' He slapped her face lightly, then harder, the impacts echoing like thunderclaps. Another Elohim, Uriel, knelt behind her, spreading her cheeks to inspect the gape of her asshole, thumb pressing in to stir the remnants of seraphic loads. 'Filthy conduit,' he growled, spitting into the void before shoving three fingers deep, twisting them to scrape her inner walls.
The chains adjusted, lowering her mouth to Raphael's level as he fed his cock past her lips, the head bumping her tonsils before driving into her throat. She choked, eyes watering, but relaxed her gag reflex to take him fully, lips sealing around the base as he held her impaled. Uriel withdrew his fingers, replacing them with his thick shaft, slamming into her ass without mercy, the sudden fullness making her body jerk forward onto Raphael's length. A third Elohim, Gabriel, positioned at her front, rubbing his nodular cock along her slit before thrusting into her pussy, the bumps catching on her ridges with each drag.
They set a brutal rhythm—Raphael fucking her face with short, deep pumps that bulged her neck; Uriel reaming her rear with long strokes that pulled her cheeks apart; Gabriel grinding into her core, the nodules massaging her g-spot until she quivered. Her wings fluttered uselessly, bound by energy tendrils that sparked against her feathers. More Elohim closed in: one latched onto her left breast, sucking the nipple hard enough to draw a cry, teeth nipping as he milked it; another on the right, pinching and twisting until purple bruises formed.
The Divine Presence stirred on the throne, a formless glow intensifying, sending waves of commanding lust through the hall. An Elohim with twin cocks approached her side, forcing one into her hand to stroke while the other rubbed against her thigh, pre-cum smearing her skin. 'Pump it, slave,' he ordered, guiding her fist up and down the slick length. Below, another grabbed her foot, sucking her toes into his mouth before sliding his cock between her soles, humping the arches as she flexed instinctively.
Gabriel's pace quickened, his balls slapping her clit with wet smacks, building her toward release. She clenched around him and Uriel, the dual fullness igniting sparks in her belly. Raphael pulled out to slap his cock across her cheeks, leaving red streaks, before plunging back in, holding her nose to deepen the choke. Saliva bubbled from her lips, dripping onto her chest where hands kneaded and clawed.
The circle expanded into frenzy. A female Elohim straddled her suspended thigh, grinding her wet pussy against the muscle, clit dragging back and forth as she moaned praises to the Divine. Another male forced his way between the thrusts, squeezing his cock alongside Gabriel's in her pussy, the double stretch tearing a muffled scream from her throat. Her walls burned from the invasion, the two shafts sliding against each other inside her, friction amplifying every motion.
Uriel yanked her hips back harder, his thrusts erratic as he neared the edge. He came with a bellow, flooding her ass with hot spurts that overflowed, trickling down her legs. Gabriel and his double followed, one after the other, painting her insides white, the excess squirting out with each withdrawal. Raphael erupted down her throat, forcing her to swallow the thick jets, some spilling from the corners of her mouth. Her own orgasm ripped through her, pussy spasming wildly, juices spraying onto the floor in a sacred puddle.
They didn't pause. The chains spun her around, presenting her ass to the throne as fresh Elohim took positions. One with a ridged cock mounted her from behind, spearing her pussy while another claimed her mouth, face-fucking her with abandon. Hands everywhere—fingering her cum-filled ass, whipping her flanks with lashes of light that raised hives, clamping her nipples with glowing rings that tightened on command.
The Divine's light pulsed brighter, and ethereal tendrils extended from the throne, probing her body. One coiled around her clit, vibrating intensely; another delved into her ass alongside a cock, wriggling like a living serpent. She bucked against the overload, body a vessel for their whims. Elohim rotated: triple anal when two more joined the tendril, stretching her rear impossibly; a bukkake ring forming as they jerked loads onto her back, the cum hardening into crystalline seals that cracked with her shudders.
Ariel reentered, claiming her pussy while an Elohim fucked her ass, their cocks grinding through her. He bit her shoulder, drawing golden ichor that he licked clean. Female Elohim joined the fray, one sitting on her face to grind her soaked folds against Seraphina's tongue, demanding she suck and probe deep. Another used a strap of energy to flog her thighs, each strike syncing with the thrusts.
Climaxes cascaded: hers from the tendril's relentless buzz, squirting onto Ariel's abdomen; his flooding her depths; the face-rider gushing into her mouth. The hall filled with grunts and slaps, the air heavy with musk and ozone. They hoisted her higher, suspending her above the throne for all to see, cocks and tendrils filling every hole—mouth, pussy, ass—in a airtight seal of pounding flesh.
Raphael orchestrated the finale, directing a chain of Elohim to line up. They took turns raping her suspended form: one in her throat, pulling out to cum on her tits; another double-penetrating her pussy with a partner, withdrawing to hose her belly; a third trio stuffing her ass, erupting inside and out. She came endlessly, voice reduced to gurgles, body limp in the chains.
As the last Elohim spent himself across her wings, the Divine's light enveloped her, absorbing the chaos into a final, shuddering peak. She collapsed into Ariel's arms, marked eternally. 'The abyss below hungers now,' he whispered, carrying her toward darker realms. 'Your descent begins.