Twin Degenerates

Rosaline was comfortable a bed as you ever had, your dreams strange but not wholly threatening as they usually were. As the odd...snake(?) curled itself away from your dreams, you rolled over on the table, your eyelids fluttering open to see a face only inches away from yours. It was now you noticed the striking pleasure that warmly spread from your lower body, causing you to groan out lowly.

"Go-od after-noon my Lo-rd. You woul-d not de-ny a follow-er such as my-self wor-ship at your altar, would you?"

You groaned again as her angelic touch twisted and pumped, her second hand cradling at your balls with light finger movements. If you hadn't been awake before, you surely were now, sitting up on your elbows to look at Aibell's face as she drew backwards to look closely at the erect cock in her hands she so lovingly caressed. You'd never seen Aibell quite like this, sure with Caitlyn she had been the very definition of a sex crazed harlot but now, her eyes were filled with pure joy and adoration, her breath heavy enough to leave clouds in the cool air that brushed lightly over your sensitive skin.

"Oh my Lo-rd, you have le-ft me want-ing for millenia. Am I only to be you-r mai-d, cleaning your bo-dy after lu-st takes it?"

Gently, reverently, the Seraphim leaned forward to brush her tongue from the base to the tip, driving another groan out of you as your right arm shot upward without control to grasp a handful of her hair. Aibell shuddered at your touch, cooing softly, her grip tightening. An idea occurred to you, one to play into the base desires that motivated your servant in every waking moment through time. You had to cough to clear your throat of the lump driven there by pleasure, making sure your voice was low and forceful.

"Suck on it then, clean it completely."

Aibell moaned, quivering as an orgasm racked her body from your words alone. The twist of her hand was far more intense than any touch you had ever received, as if another set of phantom hands worked in tandem with her to pump away at your length. Each movement was filled with a fervency and passion you didn't know could exist, and you now truly understood the depths of Aibell's worship. Recovering herself slightly from the slew of climaxes, her eyes rolled partly upwards as she leaned in, plush lips parting to reveal a mouth drenched in thick saliva waiting to coat your erection. You pressed yourself higher on your elbows, now watching her ass shake from side to side in anticipation as the hot breath from her mouth grew closer and closer.

Her hands worked still, rolling and fondling at your testicles while the other curled and uncurled around you at a pace only she knew. The stops and starts were mind numbing, driving you to the edge and then back to a heady calm of lust that threatened to subsume your mind with need. You lowered your voice again, making use of your newfound power over the Seraphim.

"I said suck it, choke on it servant."

You could actually hear the fluids running down Aibell's leg from her drenched pussy, her body responding perfectly to her desires. In her own intense way of worship, AIbell hovered a waiting mouth over the twitching tip of your length, saying a short prayer in your mind.

"Amen~, and the du-ty of you-r Seraphim shall be carr-ied out, my Lo-rd."

In one breathless motion, Aibell thrust her head downwards, pushing your erection across the softness of her tongue meant for holy prayer, into the tight grasping throat that now bulged with your length. She didn't gasp, nor gag, instead pressing her nose to the bone of your pelvis and twisting her mouth side to side. Thick strands of her raven black hair perfectly framed the soft skin of her face, rolled back eyes slowly moving as if in a trance to find your own. Your heart leapt for a brief moment, worried she was hurting as you watched the pure gold of her irises shimmer with wetness, tears streaking the rosy colored cheeks. Only after a moment did you notice that one of her hands was pressed down against her chest, snaking between her breasts and back to her legs no doubt to heighten her own pleasure that was causing the tears of joy.

Each time the Seraphim tightened her body from orgasm, which was nearly twice a minute, her throat grasped at your cock like an coiling serpent, spasming and writhing as if every part of her body was in tune with the worship at hand. Minutes having passed like that, you decided to change things up, gently pulling her hands off of your legs and interlacing your fingers with hers. Aibell closed her eyes in rapture, fresh tears running down her cheeks as she slowly pulled herself off of your sensitive length, her womanhood cumming harder and harder each time you twitched at the different textures and feelings from throat to mouth. Her mouth left your cock with a wet pop, strands of saliva joining the two together as her voice rang out with a quavering note.

"To be so lov-ed at his side, I am bless-ed with this li-fe you have giv-en me. Allow me ju-ust one more tas-te, before you ble-ss me further."

Aibell lowered her face back down, the pink tongue drooling hot saliva onto your already slick tip. She kissed it gently, letting her tongue lap at the pre-cum oozing from the end of it. You shuddered as the sensations increased twofold, feeling as though another set of mouths were sliding up and down either side of your shaft, almost in a manner like they were trying to kiss around your erection. All you could see however was Aibell, kissing at your cock with eyes closed and hands clasped together with your own. Slowly, almost sadly the Seraphim pulled herself away, her hands staying with yours and pulling you to shaky feet. It took you a moment to be sure of your footing, the work the angel had done on your erection pushing you to the very edge of sanity.

Pulling your own hands with hers as she clasped them near her stomach, Aibell bowed while speaking.

"What wou-ld you have of your ser-vant now, my...my God."

Aibell shuddered as she spoke the word, she must have foreseen how deeply this event would have affected her, since her armor was already laying in a pile by the door. You looked down, watching the thick loops of arousal running over her skin with a wet sheen as she came again from only speaking. Letting your fingers go, you reached out to grab at the wide hips, slowly moving your hands across the soft skin of her body. Each part of her was, well angelic, crafted by hand to perfection. A toned stomach, musculature visible under a sheen of sweat that shimmered with each of her shaking breaths, petite breasts set with a pink nipple that looked hard enough she might be aching, and a rear so large and soft you could see the bottom of her cheeks even through the space between her thighs.

You wanted it, after so long watching her move and fight, the subtle bounce that defied her movements, the way her clothes and armor seemed to hang off of it, you needed to truly feel yourself against the warmth of her rear. Aibell nodded, already aware of your intentions as she gently moved the two of you, turning to bend herself over the counter and pressing her spit slick hands together in the shape of prayer.

"Amen~."

You stepped forward to close the space, grasping the base of your cock with one hand and slapping against the heavenly soft flesh of her ass once, twice. Aibell moaned each time, jumping slightly with every smack of flesh on flesh.

"So force-ful, so...div-ine. My god. My god."

The emphasis put on 'my' was...invigorating. You felt your heart swell in your chest, the wings of the Seraphim gently beating the air in time with each contraction of your heart that pounded against your ribcage. Black feathers fell slowly onto the counter and floor, soon enough forming a soft bed around the two of you, no doubt in preparation for how you both knew this would end. You grabbed her hips, first softly, then roughly, savoring how each finger felt against the soft layer of fat that covered the thick cordage of muscle that ran through her entire body. Briefly, you questioned just what the tastes of the God who made her were, an angel of war built for breeding and so full of sin she had already cum more times than you could count.

Your pressed your cock down between the cheeks of her voluptuous rear, surrounded by soft hot skin that seemed to mold around you in a way that nothing else ever had. You couldn't stop yourself from thrusting to try, watching only the tip peek out as you did, immediately losing yourself to the feeling of it and pounding away at her rear. Aibell's body bounced forwards each time you pushed yourself against her, long hair sliding over the counter-top, hands pressed together in prayer quivering with pleasure as she let out an 'Amen~' with each thrust you did. Slick with saliva she had so lovingly slathered onto your length, now mixed with the copious amounts of arousal hanging from her womanhood in strands dripping into a puddle on the floor, your movements were friction-less and mind blowing.

Your hips slapped against the soft flesh, the sound of the two of your bodies clapping against each other filling the room loudly as Aibell's prayer reached a fever pitch in both volume and speed. So fast were your movements, and so fervent was the pounding of your bodies against each other the next moment was inevitable. You pulled too far back, lost in the welcoming feeling of Aibell's perfect ass, and she pulled too far forward, enraptured by your manhood, a slave to your lust that no doubt fed on every ounce of it. As the two of you pressed back together, the tight ring of her asshole briefly resisted you, before you slid into her most sinful hole all the way to the balls.

Aibell screamed at the top of her lungs, the amen it was supposed to be lost in sheer bliss as you felt her numberless orgasm splash against your hips, her tone not one of pain but of pure lustful joy. You watched the shaking hands finally break their prayer, clasping white knuckled against the edge of the counter. Her face turned back to you, eyes of gold narrowed, mouth agape and drooling over her breasts.

"Don't you da-re ever st-op. Fin-ally, all I ha-ve desi-red in ti-me given to me. Fuck. My. Sin-ful. Ass."

You grunted a response, feeling the familiar urge to finish rising up in your body as you slapped a hand across her bouncing ass forcefully. Aibell cried out, using the counter-top to push herself backwards onto you, shaking her hips side to side as she did. The feeling was immeasurably more intense than anyone you had yet lain with before, tight to the point of mixing pain and pleasure, slick with some unknowable divine fluid that tingled across every inch of skin it lubricated. All you could do was hold onto Aibell's hips as the Seraphim fucked herself against you, beating her wings with each backwards movement that drove your cock deeper into her ass hard enough to no doubt bruise your hips tomorrow.

Every chance you could, you lifted a hand to smack against the soft white skin of her ass, already a multitude of red hand prints stained onto her. Black feathers swirled around the two of you as you reached your peak, digging your nails into her skin and pushing as far as you could into her angelic rear, all of the pent up cum Aibell had coaxed into you spraying out into her insides. Aibell clenched the counter-top tight, her ass clenching down on your cock even tighter as she slammed the clenched fist of her left hand onto the counter, sending cracks running through the wood. You could feel the hot wetness of her orgasm dripping along both of you, a waterfall of arousal that seemed to last for every second that you spasmed inside her.

"Amen~, Amen~, My bod-y for my Go-d!"

Slowly, Aibell's face drooped down onto the cracked wood, her hair splayed out around her head while droplets of sweat ran in thin streams along her snow white body. You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around her midriff and pulling her body up against yours, Aibell's hair in your face and smelling deeply of miracle and the fire of battle. Her face looked to the ceiling, eyes wide and chest shaking with heavy breaths. You could feel the soft feathers of her four wings trapped between the two of you, vibrating slowly.

"Fu-ck...so ho-t, so div-ine. Are you do-ne with me, my lo-rd?"

You leaned in to her right ear, savoring the sense of power you had over her as your cock hardened again still plunged deep into her ass. You gently pulled down and outwards, savoring the feeling of her clenching hole milking out the last few drops into her body before you finally felt the cool air on your skin.

"Not yet, it is time to make my servant the mother of my kids too."

Aibell's breathing quickened to a pace close to hyperventilation, her voice moving at a pace too rapid to discern where each syllable started and the next ended in her slurred prayer. Chuckling to yourself, you slowly lowered yourself to the ground, still keeping Aibell in your arms so as to pull her with you. There were now hundreds of feathers on the floor, enough to feel like the two of you were on a cloud as you laid the Seraphim on her back and laid on top of her. Your cock was pressed against her soft and wet folds, twitching in time with the quivering of her womanhood slick with anticipation.

The tears had returned, gently rolling down her face as the angelic woman smiled the softest and most innocent look you had ever seen. In this moment she was no longer a Valkyrie or a servant, but a woman in the arms of the one she loved more dearly than life. Her lips shook as she she spoke, tone jumping from high to low on each word.

"T-Tru-ly my lo...love? Am I so impor-tant to you, that you wil-l lay togeth-er with me?"

Shifting your body, closing your eyes as you heard the intake of breath from the woman under you when your length slid itself directly against waiting entrance, you whispered out your reponse.

"Always, my love."

Aibell's tears turned to soft sobs of fulfillment, the woman draping her arms around your shoulders loosely as she raised her hips to lock her legs around your waist. Slowly, you probed your length deeper inside of her, as carefully as you could, her mouth open in a wide 'O'. The twinkling gold of her half lidded eyes stayed with yours with every thrust into her soft folds, bumps and tight ribbing of her womanhood caressing your cock with every centimetre you pushed deeper. Aibell let out soft gasps as you managed to hilt half of yourself in her, wings slowly moving from being spread wide on the pile of feathers to wrapping around you. You hadn't expected them to be so strong, the four of them pressing down against the small of your back and pushing your throbbing cock deeper into her pussy.

The soft feathers seemed to massage your back, as if the wings themselves were telling you just how rapturous the Seraphim felt to be beneath you, though you could already tell from the sopping heat that wrapped around you and warmed your body to the core. Her arms fell from around your neck, hands weakly twitching as they splayed out around her head when you finally managed to seat yourself as deep as you could. You let your eyes close, pressing your forehead against hers as you reached out to clasp a hand in each of yours. Aibell hiccuped between freshly renewed tears, the soft skin of her thighs dragging over your skin as she tightened her legs.

Slowly, you began to move, opening your eyes to have your vision consumed by the wavering gold of her own, lips meeting yours in a show of absolute love as your bodies became one. Where you had relished in the power you held over her, now you only wanted her to understand the love you held too, slowly dragging your cock out til only the tip remained before driving it back in. Each time you found her deepest part, Aibell squirmed and hiccuped, her hands tightening and wings clenching down into your back. You didn't need to try and last here, you both wanted the same thing, and the pleasure that had so deeply affected Aibell and so many times had now rendered her nonverbal.

The familiar feeling of tightening pressure welled up in you, one more thrust being all it took for you to empty yourself inside the permanently writhing, clenching, depths of the Seraphim's womanhood. A strange feeling brushed against your body, like two hands gently fondling any part of your skin exposed from her slit, coaxing out far more than you thought you had into her waiting womb. It wasn't possible, Aibell's own hands locked with yours as she cried in the most beautiful manner you had ever seen. She wasn't praying, or even saying amen as she so usually did, only repeating your name over and over between shaking breaths.

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The two of you had stayed like that for who knows how long, your lust turned to love and spent inside of her, body collapsed onto hers savoring the warmth shared between you. At some point she had released your right hand from her left, gently stroking her stomach while you squeezed and groped at her breasts. Before long, you rolled off of her onto the bed of feathers, staring up at the ceiling with a content smile. Aibell's voice was soft and warm with the light of heaven, each word enough to purify your soul.

"You ask-ed of me to be a moth-er, and I shall. I shall give you child-ren that will walk that ear-th at your side, whether I per-ish or no-t. You will alw-ays be my god Henry, may th-ey enj-oy your lo-ve as mu-ch as I, and may the-ir bod-ies warm you in the black-est of nights."

You furrowed your brow, glancing over to see a thin trail of wispy shadow rising the few scant inches between her index finger and her stomach, a smile on her face. The room burned with the scent of ozone, and some unknowable crackling energy that felt all too familiar to a baser part of your mind. Outside the window, the Blackroller grew darker, though the rain slackened to only a whisper against the glass as a great crack grew in the clouds. From within, a deep black, blacker than any you had ever seen widened across the sky and your mind itself, just as you felt it would darken the world it snapped shut with a roaring crash of thunder and lightning red as the dawn.

A sudden feeling enveloped your cock, cold as the grave on either side yet warm as the blood in your veins too. You heard a matched pair of moans rise into the air, your heart thumping wildly as you tried to determine what on earth was happening. You sat with a start, your eyes trying to comprehend the sight before you.

Two women, looking no older than you were across your lap, their skin knotted and twisted by angry red scars that criss-crossed their nude forms. Where one had a battle wound of a blade, the other matched it in exactly the same place, though it did nothing to lessen the beauty of their athletic forms, petite breasts bouncing ever so slightly as they shook their hips up and down on either side of you. White hair framed a fair skinned face, turning to tips of red that swayed and shook across the pink of their nipples and battle scarred backs. This was no dream, their dainty fingers pressing down into the soft feathers on either side of you, a thin barely visible trail of ever so slight pubic hair running down to a slightly visible slit of pink pussy glimmering with arousal pressed tight, between them.

The feeling was absurdly good, nearly driving you back into the bed of feathers as the twins tried to scissor their way to each other around your throbbing length. You looked over at Aibell with worry, only a soft motherly smile of pride on her face, a hand languidly raising and brushing your cheek to turn you back to face them.

Their heads turned in unison, breathless moans matched in time with the other as they both raised a hand to grasp at a nipple of the other while staring at you, occasionally glancing to Aibell as one spoke and then the other, eyes of emerald tracing your forms.

"Father""Mother"

"You have called""us from prison"

"We shall love""and adore you"

"Eternally for such""a loving act"

"Allow us""to show"

"Love""Love"

Father?! Were these...Aibell's daughters? Your daughters? You opened your mouth to speak, only managing to let out a groan as they quickened the pace of their grinding at the same time. Assaulted on both sides of your erection by the two twins, you could only grit your teeth at the feeling they tried to draw forth with wild abandon. If Aibell was full of lust, then the two of them were molded by it, seeming to move in just the right way at every moment to heighten the pleasure you felt to absurd degrees. You had lain with mutants, Seraphim, witches, but only now did you feel you may actually not be in control. You couldn't stop yourself from bucking your hips upwards between their cunts, letting your head loll back on your neck as Aibell ran a finger along the corner of your mouth to wipe away a spot of drool.

"Do th-ey please you Hus-band, as I did? Look at them, the cur-sed twins now bles-sed by parents, and bro-ught ba-ck to the realm of re-al. How does it fe-el, trapped be-tween the cun-ts of tw-in succubus an-gels?"

Aibell lifted your head back to face them, the identical women, no, the twin sisters still staring at you with loving eyes and mouths agape in orgasm. You couldn't help but join them, pounding a fist into the soft feathers as you let out rope after rope of cum onto the soft skin of the stomachs. In unison, as with every other movement, the two of them raised up their hips, trapping your tip directly between them and crying out as your cum slipped into both of their bodies.

Falling sideways, the two of them collapsed onto your chest, one on either side looking up at you, hands placed in exactly the same spot over your beating heart.

"Did we""do good"

"Father""Mother"

Aibell smiled, rising to her feet and gently grabbing the twins under an arm each.

"Your fat-her needs mo-re. Gi-ve him rel-ease until sle-ep, he nee-ds it."

The two of them nodded, licking their lips as they did so. The knelt on either side of you, each grasping a hand and lifting you to your knees. Aibell did the rest, pulling you to shaky feet and allowing you to lean backwards into her strong body. Her hand wrapped around your right side, fingers gently trailing along your skin before wrapping against your far too sensitive cock. In time with one another, they both spat into their hands with a look from Aibell, their saliva seeming to shimmer with a multitude of colors, which they quickly rubbed into the skin of your length. Almost immediately, it hardened to a state you had never felt before, looking longer and thicker than you remembered. They must really be doing a number on your mind, but even the touch of their spit covered hands alone was enough to drive you back to the precipice.

"A wi-ng each, daugh-ters."

Astrea and Surya, the names forming unbidden in your mind for right and left, looked up at you as they each let the wings closest to you unfold, Astrea's cradling at your balls while Surya's wrapped around the base of your erection. The feathers were just as soft as Aibell's, gently rasping over your skin in a manner far more pleasing than you could have ever imagined. They shuffled closer, opposite cheeks pressed together as they waited underneath your twitching penis now being stroked rapidly by Aibell.

It was all too much, to watch their mouths open, tongues stretching out as if waiting for a meal while their green eyes pouted up at you as if you were denying them. The laugh Aibell let out was so full of sin you could feel it bleed into you, husky and low as if she was a demon of lust. Astrea's wing gently rolled along your testicles, Surya's performing a twisting motion that felt like someone was dragging hot velvet over your skin. Right as you felt you were about to spray your appreciation over their face, the three of them, Astrea, Surya, and Aibell, stopped moving in unison. You groaned, struggling to stay standing as the Seraphim behind you removed her hand. You heard the soft rustling of her four wings behind you, two on each side of you snaking around your body to wrap around your length. Assualted on all sides by the feeling of mother and daughter's feathers, the three of them held you at the brink as Aibell softly whispered in your ear.

"Re-ady He-nry? The-y are part succ-ubi you kn-ow, they fe-ed on this. You will bi-nd them to it."

You glanced down at the twins, both of them waiting with open mouths side by side, two of their wings on your cock along with all four of Aibell's. The road to hell truly was paved with good intentions.

You nodded, and all at once the three of them began their ministrations. Aibell's four wings moved in time with Surya's, twisting and pumping leaving only the tip exposed while Astrea rocked your balls from side to side. You clenched your teeth hard, enough you should have worried they'd crack, but the only thing consuming your mind was the feeling of sweet release as you drenched the feathers of the wings in your seed, and the faces of the twins in turn. Thick strands of it fell into their waiting mouths, across their blush toned cheeks covered in freckles, and into their silver white hair. They moaned in unison, your mind barely cognizant enough to notice them each with a hand in one another's pussy driving fingers in and out. Their arousal spattered across the feathers as you continued to coat their faces in hot lust, Aibell cooing each time you spasmed out another rope across the two of them.

It was more than your body could take, after Rosaline and then Aibell, now more than you had ever came in your life drawn out of you by the twin succubi angels across their open mouths and pouting freckle covered faces. Their tongues swirled over the lips, swallowing as much as they could as you collapsed backwards, Aibell gently lowering you to the ground.

"Sle-ep well, husba-nd, fath-er of my chil-dren, god."

The last thing you saw before the warmth of rest claimed you was the two twins, seed dripping from their faces onto their chests, stomachs still covered in your first emission, was the two of the kissing each others faces, savoring every drop you gave them. You heard their voices in your mind, echoing in the dark.

"Thank""you"

"Daddy~""Daddy~"