Chapter 4: Celestial Fracture
The underworld's crimson haze bled into dawn as Rias and I stood on the palace balcony, her body pressed to mine, my arm around her waist. Her dress from last night hung loose, one strap fallen to expose the swell of her breast. I'd taken her against the railing hours ago, lifting her legs to wrap around me, cock driving upward into her dripping core while the city below slumbered. She had clawed my back, nails drawing blood that healed instantly, her cries echoing as she shattered around me, pussy milking every thrust until I spilled inside her, hot and claiming.
Now, her head rested on my shoulder, fingers tracing my chest through the open shirt. 'Heaven awaits,' she murmured, voice husky from sleep and satisfaction. 'Michael's forces gather—light barriers shielding the gates.'
Great Sage, scan celestial defenses. Angelic legions: Millions strong. Michael: Seraph-class, holy authority over creation. Barriers: Divine weave, impenetrable to lesser powers. Strategy: Infiltrate via shadow rift, target command. I nodded, pulling Rias closer, hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. 'We breach today. Sirzechs, prepare the vanguard.'
The former Satan bowed from the shadows, his once-proud frame submissive. 'As you wish, Master.' Serafall and Falbium flanked him, her cheeks flushed from the night's duties— I'd made her ride Falbium's face while I pounded her from behind, his tongue lapping her folds as my hips slammed forward, cock stretching her tight ass until she squirted, body convulsing in forced ecstasy. Pain lingered in her eyes, ribs still tender from the cracks I'd inflicted mid-fuck.
Grayfia coordinated below, her maid uniform torn at the hem from where I'd bent her over a table earlier, forcing her to take my length in her mouth while barking orders. She'd gagged, throat bulging around me, tears streaming as I held her head, pumping until cum flooded her, excess dribbling down her chin.
Portals yawned open, demonic armies surging: winged horrors with razor claws, lamia coils slithering, and golem titans rumbling. Rias and I led, stepping through a rift that tore into heaven's outer veil—a shimmering expanse of white clouds and golden spires.
Alarms blared, seraphim diving like comets, spears of light piercing the air. Evade and counter. I blurred forward, grabbing the first angel by the throat—fingers crushing windpipe, cartilage crunching—before tossing her into a cloud bank. She plummeted, wings flailing, bones shattering on impact below.
Rias unleashed crimson lances, skewering a squad mid-flight, their bodies exploding in gouts of ichor. An angel charged her, blade aimed at her heart. I intercepted, arm blocking the strike—metal biting flesh, but regenerate sealed the gash. I twisted her wrist—snap—sword dropping, then drove my knee into her gut, ribs caving with wet cracks. She doubled over, gasping; I yanked her head back by the hair, exposing her neck, and bit down—fangs piercing artery, blood hot and metallic on my tongue. She thrashed, pussy clenching involuntarily under her armor as fear mixed with unholy arousal. I healed the bite, only to dislocate her shoulders—joints popping free—arms dangling uselessly.
'Please... divine mercy,' she whimpered, but I ripped her breastplate away, revealing pert tits with rosy nipples. Fingers pinched and twisted one until it bruised purple, then plunged between her legs, tearing fabric to shove into her untouched slit. Dry at first, but force coaxed wetness; I curled digits, scraping walls while snapping her hip—pelvis grinding. Her screams turned to moans, body betraying as orgasm ripped through, juices soaking my hand.
Convert. The imprint sank in; she knelt, wings drooping, ready to turn on her kin.
Michael descended then, a towering figure in radiant armor, sword blazing like a star. 'Fallen devil! You defile this realm.' His voice boomed, holy waves slamming into our lines, vaporizing demons.
Rias shielded me with a barrier, her power flaring. I charged, time dilation slowing his swing. Fist connected with his jaw—bone fracturing, helm denting. He reeled, countering with a light beam that scorched my side—flesh charring before mending. I grabbed his wing base, twisting—feathers ripping, bone splintering with a series of pops. He roared, dropping to one knee.
Serafall supported from afar, ice storms freezing angel wings, shattering them on thaw. Falbium crushed squads under gravity crushes, bodies compressing to pulp—spines folding, organs bursting. Sirzechs blasted destruction spheres, erasing ranks.
Michael rose, sword arcing. Absorb. The holy edge dulled in my grip; I snapped it over my knee, shards embedding in his thigh—muscle tearing. He lunged, fist to my chest—sternum cracking—but I amplified the force back, his own blow rebounding to pulverize his ribs, lungs puncturing.
I forced him down, boot grinding his hand—fingers mangling into ruin. 'Yield, archangel.' He spat defiance, so I dislocated his jaw—mandible wrenching—then healed to force words: 'Never.' Fine. I tore his armor open, exposing chiseled abs and thick cock—traitorous hardness from the pain loop I wove. Fingers wrapped his shaft, stroking roughly while kneeing his balls—testicles swelling, agony spiking. He bucked, pre-cum leaking despite the torment.
Rias approached, eyes dark with lust and triumph. 'Make him ours.' She straddled his face, grinding her bare pussy—skirt hiked—against his mouth. 'Lick, brother-in-law.' He resisted, but compel bent his tongue, lapping her clit, delving into folds as she rode his features, juices smearing his lips.
I positioned behind her, cock sliding into her ass—tight ring stretching around my girth, her moan vibrating through. Thrusting deep, I watched Michael eat her out, his humiliation fueling my pace—balls slapping her cheeks. She came first, squirting on his tongue, body quaking.
Pulling out, I turned to Michael, forcing his mouth onto my slick length—throat convulsing as I face-fucked him, tip battering tonsils. Rias fingered herself watching, then joined, sucking his cock while I broke his arms—elbows hyperextending with cracks. He gurgled around me, hips jerking into her mouth despite pain.
Loyalty bind. It shattered his will; he swallowed my load, cum overflowing, then knelt pledged. 'Command me, Master.'
Heaven's gates cracked under assault. We stormed the inner sanctum—pearly halls lined with thrones. Cherubim swarmed, small and fierce. I grabbed one, wings like a bird's, snapping them at the joints—bones grinding—then impaled her on my cock, pussy tiny and tearing as I lifted and dropped her, blood lubing the way. She wailed, tiny tits bouncing, until enhance made her crave it, orgasming around me mid-plunge.
Rias claimed a seraph, forcing the angel's face between her thighs while blasting others. Grayfia bound captives with ice chains, dislocating limbs one by one—shoulders, knees—before healing to repeat, their pleas music to our ears.
Serafall took a choir, water tendrils invading pussies and asses, inflating until bellies swelled, then bursting the illusion to real pain—organs straining. Falbium compressed a group, bones creaking, forcing them to service him—mouths and hands on his massive dick—while gravity pinned them.
By midday, heaven bowed. Prisons expanded: angels to flame pits where skin melted and regrew; cherubim to void squeezes, ribs compressing eternally.
Back in the throne room—now mine—Rias and I celebrated. She pushed me onto Michael's former seat, straddling my lap, pussy enveloping my cock in one descent—wet and eager. Riding hard, tits freed and bouncing, she leaned to kiss me, tongue tangling as hips ground. I gripped her waist, thrusting up, hitting her cervix with each slam.
Michael watched, bound to arousal; I beckoned him, making him kneel to lick where we joined—tongue on my balls and her clit. Rias shuddered, coming with a cry, walls fluttering. I flipped her onto all fours, pounding her from behind, hand fisting her hair while Michael ate her ass, rimming the puckered hole.
Serafall crawled in, offering her mouth; I pulled out of Rias to fuck her throat—deep and relentless—while Grayfia serviced Rias, fingers in her pussy, tongue on clit. The room filled with slurps and moans, bodies entwining.
I came in Serafall's mouth, then returned to Rias, filling her ass this time—tight heat clenching as I reamed, pulling her back onto me. She screamed in pleasure-pain, another orgasm crashing.
Exhausted, we lounged, plans forming. Earth stirred—dragons awakening, old gods rumbling. Ophis's shadow loomed, infinite potential a threat.
'We take the multiverse,' Rias whispered, hand stroking my spent cock back to life.
I entered her again, slow and deep. 'Starting with the Dragon Queen.'
Dominion spread, endless.
End of Chapter 4