A taste of the divine

Since their last and only session, Morgana had found herself craving her sister's touch. Nothing had compared to her sister's infuriated pounding, and she could feel herself dampen considerably while thinking about it. She just had to have it, again, she wanted her sister to take her and punish her with her fat angel cock, and she just couldn't stand waiting any longer. She had to find some way to set her off, and that's what she set out to do.
Over the course of a week, she had trashed Kayle's dayroom, eaten most of her snacks, left her bathroom a mess, and even drawn on her face once or twice. The blonde was more tenacious than Morgana remembered, and despite the week of harassment, she had not even cracked a look of annoyance at her sister. Desperate, Morgana threw herself over the line, doing the one thing she knew would infuriate the woman beyond compare, she stole her helmet. Hiding away in her dayroom, she sat on her bed across from the helmet, staring it down as she reminisced her fateful encounter with the enraged woman, she licked her lips in anticipation wondering when she would hear from her sister. She didn't wonder for long, as Kayle burst into the room, locking the door behind her savagely as she stared down her sister, her rage peaking.
Discarding her armor again, her body grew like it did before, her eyes glowing brightly as she gave into her rage, her angel cock rising up violently as Morgana licked her lips in anticipation, before catching herself, and backing away slowly, "P-please sister, not again!" she begged, belying her eagerness. Her sister would have none of that, however, and shoved Morg onto her back, spreading her legs and finding that she already wasn't wearing panties. Unconcerned, she thrust in, Morg crying out in mock anguish, reveling in the full feeling her sister was providing her with. It wasn't until Morgana lost control of her voice that Kayle caught onto the girl's plot, her halfhearted complaints coupled with her moaning and the way she matched Kayle's thrusts wouldn't have deceived anyone for long. Kayle decided to play along temporarily, continuing to thrust her way into her slut of a sister, until she felt the woman tighten up around her considerably, her breathing erratic.

That's when she pulled out, Morg crying out in dissatisfaction, pulled down from her peak and back into the state of unfulfilled displeasure she had spent the last week in. Looking to her sister with tears welling up in her eyes, Kayle took her helmet and placed it onto her head, her armor floating up and reequipping itself as she walked away. "P-please.." Morgana began to beg as Kayle left the room, leaving the fallen alone in the darkness of her room.