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K gripped onto the holy metal of Gabriel’s armor, their hand (singular, because they feared that if they let go he would leave,) only releasing it’s clutch to wipe away the sweat that had begin to appear on their forehead. Had the lust layer always been so hot?
“Gabriel, my body is- is dirty. My needless lust has left me a disgusting, shambling mess and I need you to CLEANSE me.” The words were an exaggeration at worst, and the mention of cleansing would surely count as blasphemy, but K didn’t think. They never thought much of substance, anymore. Not when Gabriel was so close to them.
And by some sort of god-given miracle, Gabriel reached his righteous hand forward, planting it on the top of their head, and spoke only one word.
“Kneel.”
K’s body seemed to obey the command before their brain was even given the chance to register it, and they threw themselves to their knees, landing their head smack-dab in front of Gabriel’s…crotch.
Repent! Repent! These sinful thoughts are the work of SATAN! Repent! They expected him to shout, preach, do anything that the archangel would normally do to Filth like them.
Instead, Gabriel reached down, slowly shedding the armor that laid on his hips. Piece by piece, he waned away the only barrier between K and…no, it was simply too lewd.
Underneath Gabriel’s armor laid a bulging mass, but not larger than the crotches that the devilish abominations on the layer that they resided on were packing. No, there was certainly a mindflayer that took the cake for that.
K felt themselves begin to drool, and quickly sucked back the saliva that was dripping down their chin. Was Gabriel simply…offering himself to them? God’s favorite subject had stooped himself so low as to be their lowly playboy?
They looked up to him, eyes silently asking for permission, and he gave them a gentle nod, curling his fingers around the edge of their head.
Their hands moved to the waist of his skin-tight bodysuit, hesitantly digging into it. And then, with a sudden bout of courage, they ripped downward. There it was, in it’s holy glow, Gabriel’s “Finger of Blame,” AKA…his Penis! 🤪
For a moment, K stared in awe. In vulgar terms, K wanted this thing to “Goon all over their face.” But in actual writing terms, their breath hitched in their throat.
Their hands gripped the biblical “Sword in the stone(s)” that was swinging in front of their face, and began to suckle on it, edging it with their tongue in a circular motion. They heard Gabriel let out a tarnished grunt, digging his fingers into the back of their head…before pulling them forward, making them gag on his length.
And in a swift, unpredictable moment, Gabriel moaned, his cock writhing and twitching in their mouth before ejaculating down their throat. Just like in the bible!
K blinked. The angel was caught lacking that quickly? They let his cock fall out of their mouth, quirking an eyebrow at Gabriel, who had been rendered speechless. “I-I…” Gabriel quivered, taking a shameful step backwards as he began to dress himself again. “This won’t be the last t-that you’ll see of me, hell-spawn!” He exclaimed, sounding more like a threat than a proposition for future sex, and dissipated in a beam of light.
Huh.
EPILOGUE
K was left with an untouched boner, which they satiated onto a nearby terminal.
Gabriel contemplated suicide after breaking his celibacy vows.
The events of ULTRAKILL happened a week later.