Seraphs & Monsters

thank you @mysonesecret for the title and asakura inspiration

“Forgive me, Kkura, for I have sinned.”

"Irredeemably so." Sakura's voice is as sharp as the claws that scrape your neck. She towers over you, four wings flared and two enclosing her body, casting a shadow over you that threatens to swallow you whole. You're a mess, cowering before her on the hardwood floor that has seen many a sinful soul meet their retribution.

The seraph judges your transgressions, staring at you with her eyes of molten gold. You try to swallow, but there's no moisture; it's all been used up in your desperate pleas for mercy and the sweat that beads on your skin.

"You dared to rut with a monster, and that -" Sakura pierces your skin with a clawed finger, just enough to draw the slightest bit of blood "- is not something I can easily forgive."

She's right. You were caught with your trousers round your ankles. The harpy Asa clung to you. A vile monster serving her purpose to tempt the weak-willed into sin. She appeared, clad in black leather and adorned with feathers to make up her wings, her tail affixed to her in the lewdest of ways. You were a fool to be taken in by her allure - falling for her honeyed words and toned body.

"They say that a night with me is worth a hundred." Asa's words cut into you. Words laced with a venom so potent that you had no defence against them. Your lust-filled brain, driven by the desire to seek the pleasure that Asa promised to deliver, could only comply. You willingly followed her into her lair, and that's the last time you had any decency. You paid handsomely for the privilege, engaging in acts that would make even the most jaded of souls flinch.

It's a montage of moments seared into your brain. On your knees, your face pressed between those cute little cheeks. Your tongue delved into her. She pressed herself onto your face. Your hands gripped her hips. Asa purred, and you only got hungrier. That tail right in your face, pressed into her hole, you were looking right at it as it stretched her ass, the way it made you harder than you thought possible.

Before you knew it, you had her laid out on the bed. Her tight body before you, writhing as she took you into her throat. Asa's mouth opened to take you, and her head fell back off the edge of the bed. Your cock disappeared into her, and she gagged over and over. Asa desperately clawed at your thighs as she struggled to breathe. You didn't care, and really, neither did she.

And after you used her throat, you took her cunt. That tight cunt was forced to give way to the barrage of thrust you pushed into her. Skin slapped on skin. How many times did she cum? You lost count, but you remember how her legs trembled, and moans came out breathless before giving way to a near-scream. You remember her body going limp, only for you to flip her onto her stomach and take her again. You still feel the ghost of her ass in your hands. That pretty little thing was so firm yet so soft. Your fingers dug into her flesh, leaving marks of your sick acts.

"You were like a man possessed," Sakura says in disgust as she circles you, and each step is a reminder of how low you have sunk. "And you seek forgiveness?" She asks, to which you can only nod. What else can you say? You were caught red-handed.

The image of Asa's tear-streaked face is burned into your memory, and you recall it so vividly. Her lips were swollen from your kisses, and her body a canvas of your handiwork, and Asa had barely had time to wipe your cum off her face before Sakura burst in, her eyes blazing with fury.

Sakura saw it all, and from that moment, you were doomed.

She's still circling you, heels clicking on the floor. "Do you have any idea how many souls I've had to purify after they've had their way with those monsters?"

You shake your head; words are not your friend right now.

"You must be born again. Born anew. Bathed in the liquid of penance." Sakura stops in front of you, her hand coming down to caress your cheek. The touch is deceptively gentle despite her disdain for you. "You must be cleansed."

Her two largest wings unfurl, revealing something of which your eyes were not worthy to behold. Sakura's lithe form is bare. You try to back in all of its slender curves, the way her thighs taper into a waist so small you could wrap your hands around it. Legs long and thin, and currently carrying her closer to you.

That which you try to admire consumes you.

You drink from her, trying to quench a thirst that's been building inside of you since the moment you laid eyes on her. Her taste is so fine - pure - that you wonder if you'll ever be able to enjoy anything else again.

Where Asa was a sickly sweet temptation, Sakura is an ambrosia so rich it makes your head spin. You eat her cunt as she pulls you harder into her as you lap at her. She grips your hair, and she grinds against your face. You taste heaven.

"That's it," she says, and it sounds like a hymn. "Drink deep."

Her grasp of your hair tightens, creating a moment of anticipation, then she yanks your head back. You look up, eyes glazed and vision blurred. Your mouth hangs open, panting. Sakura's cum covers your face. Your tongue struggles to lap it up, wishing to taste her more. You're a fucking mess.

Your throat hurts as you repeat, "Forgive me, Kkura, for I have sinned.”