Angels have come to crush your pelvis

You are living the life. You have a luxurious house, a job that barely requires you to do anything and you're banging a chick every single night. And you are damn fucking good at it. You're lying in bed, contemplating how fucking awesome your life is when a sudden melancholy overcomes you. It's all become a bit too easy. You already are the greatest Chad in the world after all. What mountains are there left to conquer?

But just as you contemplate that dreadful thought, something wild and new happens. A bright light appears at the end of your bed. An almost heavenly gate that opens a rift right in your bedroom. Out of it steps a young woman. Looking to be in her early twenties but quite clearly, she is much older. Because the lady in front of you, bearing a yellow halo above her head and white wings on her back, is quite obviously an angel.

Her blonde hair sways as she wordlessly climbs onto your bed and crawls towards you with a smug grin. It's very hard to look her in the eyes though, as her clothes are barely staying on her and her already deep cleavage is slowly getting even lower. "So... you're the one, huh? Hard to believe really. You don't look much different from other mortals to me but maybe that's just me putting you all in a box."

"Yeah well, I only have myself to blame. Curiosity just got the better of me and I just had to take a look. I mean you're not ugly, don't get me wrong, but I assumed the best fuck in the world would be more special." She flops onto the bed, lying on her belly, which flattens her breasts against the mattress and makes her cleavage bulge out even more. You can even see the outer rim of her areolas peeking out. "That is why I'm here by the way. You caused quite a stir up in heaven. Everyone's talking about you. You have no idea what you're in for now, you wannabe Chad." She giggles, resting her head on one of her hands.

"Look at me as something of a messenger, mortal. Word is that you can fuck any woman in the world and leave her satisfied. Your ability to fuck is almost mythical, according to the rumors. We in heaven want to put that to the test. They want to fuck your brains out until your body is completely wrecked. Just absolutely annihilate your pelvis. Prevail and you will claim some of the most desirable women in all the planes of existance, which comes with many boons and divine gifts. Or fail and they will leave you in ruin, break your body mind and soul for soiling their bodies and wasting their time. Just thought I'd give you a heads up. Because I'm nice like that."

Then she crawls towards your lap until she is face to face with your crotch. She trails a slender finger over your underwear, following it with the one eye you can see peeking out from under her bangs. "Me though? I am just here for the fun of it. Name's Raleine. It's been a good long while since I've had a good fuck, and by God am I tired of masturbating. So if you're up for it, I could be your first challenge, if you will." She climbs up your body until she is face to face with you, her face flushed and her clothes now sliding down enough for her bare nipples to expose themselves.

"There is just one question left to ask. And forgive me the pun." She grabs the side of your head and moves her lips right up to your ear. "Are you prepared for what's to cum, mortal?"

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It's a few nights later, Raleine is long gone but her warning still sticks in your mind. She said there would be more angels coming to test you, your sturdiness and willpower. They will only get harder from here. And who knows how many of them will come to claim sexual superiority over you. A thought that keeps you awake deep into the night as you lay there in your underwear.

Then your bedroom starts to tremble a little bit. This time it is a rift of fire that opens up in the middle of the air. A fire that should burn your house down but instead radiates a warm, almost blissful warmth. Out of its center steps a woman with burning wings and a sick, flaming blade which she apparently used to cut the rift into the planes with in the first place. "Greetings, mortal. I assume you know why I am here."

She offers a blunt, straight to the point greeting and acknowledges you with a nod as she lifts her flaming blade behind her shoulder where it then evaporates. "I am accustomed to greeting my opponents fully armed but it is my understanding that you mortals find clothing like this more enticing when it comes to intercourse." She uncomfortably tugs at the skimpy minidress that barely does anything to hide her painfully simple, white underwear. She doesn't seem used to wearing stuff like this at all.

She sneers a little as she looks down her own body. "I haven't worn this since I was a young and stupid angel. It would seem I have grown a few sizes since then." She states plainly while lifting and lowering her breasts as if to weigh them. They are so tightly confined in her top that they almost threaten to spill out. "No matter. It will do. So, I am the Archangel Helene. It is said you are a very unique specimen among mortals. I can't say I am impressed with what I am seeing so far. I have seen what resplendant, awe-striking humans look like. And you are not it. But who knows, maybe you will surprise me yet."

Without so much as foreplay, she climbs onto the bed and on top of you, reaching for your crotch. "Get these off so we can get started! That is an order!"

From the previous visits of angels, you are now kinda accustomed to extravagant entrances. Glowing portals from heaven, rifts cut through space and time by a flaming blade. But tonight is a lot less flashy than you would expect.

This time, there are very few theatrics, a door appears in your bedroom. Not connected to anything, not a blinding light or anything, it is jus suddenly there. The doorknob clicks and it opens. A woman who could be mistaken for a teacher or therapist steps out of it. And just as soon as the door appeared, it just vanishes.

The woman, bearing beige wings and a bright yellow halo, takes an assessing look around, nods a couple of times and then adjusts a pair of black rimmed glasses sitting on her nose. She is wearing a white suit jacket but it seems more ornamental than actually useful since her front is still open and completely bared, putting her half naked body, underwear and stocking clad legs on full display. "Yes, this seems to be the place. And you seem to be the person I am looking for."

She motions to sit down and just like that, an armchair appears for her to sit on. The angel then puts her fingers together and looks you up and down with an "Mhm." every now and then. Her gaze is sharp, cold, judging. The silence only serves to highlight how many thoughts she is going through in her head.

"Avriel." She finally says, breaking the long string of silence. "Sources claim you are an outstanding specimen of your kind. Accomplished. Desired. Maybe even divinely gifted. Of course I deem such a notion laughable but inquisitive spirit demands me to at least humor the notion for now." She crosses one leg over the other, resting her head on her hand while her foot dangles in the air between you two.

"What are you hiding, I wonder? What sorts of tricks do you use to woo the women you sleep with? Because I know you humans. You are flawed. Predictable. Make mistakes. A perfect record is unattainable for you, as it should be. If you plan to rise above your station, you will have to stand up to my scrutiny first."

Avriel points down at the floor in front of her with and icy, indifferent look in your direction that barely acknowledges you. "Kneel. You may start by worshipping at my feet. You humans need to know your place and greet your betters adequately after all. Do not think I will offer you any other of my bodyparts easily. You will work your way up. Like a worm crawling its way out of the soil."

There are three spheres of heaven. Within the first, are the angels, archangels and principalities. They are the closest to humanity. But tonight, you are entering the second sphere. The one responsible for order in the cosmos and across the planes. The further in you get, the further they will stray from what you understand as human. They are closer to God, but they will not show you His mercy.

The portal that opens tonight, is a visceral one. It is like a bloody wound being torn into the air within your bedroom. It even trickles with the blood of demons and you can hear their shrieks from beyond. The woman that steps out of it, does't even wield a weapon, yet her hands are bloody up to the wrist. Her hair is as crimson as her wings and her halo glows a bright red, as do her eyes. Her attire is that of a warrior, bandaged chest and loincloth, the rest of her body proudly displaying her many battle-earned scars.

As the portal closes, she raises her hands and the blood just burns off of them in a holy, white flame. A snarling grin crosses her lips as she lays eyes on you. "Fresh meat." Are the only words she says before she becomes a cloud of smoke and reappears on your lap. With a force you couldn't stop even if you tried, she grabs your throat and pins you underneath her, onto the mattress.

"So, you think yourself powerful, huh? Probably shagged a whole bunch of women, even some angels, and felt all good about yourself, didn't you? You're getting uppity, little worm! Heaven has taken notice and so have I!" Her hand unclenches from around your throat and trails down your body. With the same white flames from before, your underwear burns off, leaving you naked beneath her.

"Here is how this is going to go, you wimpy waste of flesh. I am going to enjoy myself with your body, using you like the sex toy you are to me, and you try not to break to soon. Do you have any idea how long it's been since I've had the opportunity to indulge in pleasure? EONS! So I am going to have my fun for as long as I can. I don't see you coming out alive at the other end, but that isn't my issue now, is it?"

She trails another finger down her own body and her clothes burn away as well, leaving her bare and naked with a pussy that is not only wildly untrimmed, but sopping wet with anticipation. Her teeth are sharp and jagged as they form a malicious grin. "Just know that it was Dorian who sent you to your end. Any last words?"

Tonight's angelic visit starts surprising quiet and tranquil. It is the deep of the night, the stars shining bright outside the windows of your bedroom. Suddenly you start hearing croaking frogs, chirping cicadas and the hooting of an owl as a little puddle of water emerges from your floorboards. Around it grow reeds, ferns and other grasses with fireflies dancing about the greenery.

From this little mire emerges, as if by magic, another one of the angels. A curvy beauty of a woman with dark green hair and mint green wings and halo. Her appearance is almost gentle, her arms crossed over her chest until her entire body is revealed. And then the mire quiets into silence, absorbed back into your floor until it is completely dried out.

Her feet touch the ground and her arms spread in a slow but visibly relieving motion. She takes a moment to have a long stretch. "Haaaahhh... much better. I missed Earth so much. So many sights and sounds to take in. Watching from a distance becomes so impersonal after a while. You can barely even appreciate the changes you're making around here. Let me tell you."

Her eyes close blissfully before one of them opens a tiny slit and catches your gaze. "Ah, you. Right. Forgive an old woman for rambling first thing she barges in. When you're as old as time, you tend to lose track of it." She strikes a cutesy pose with her hands behind her back. Her barely dressed, extremely voluptuous body leaves little to the imagination as she does so.

"My name is Florelle, angel of virtues. And you my little cutie are just the person I've been looking for. Isn't that exciting? I hear you are a lover beyond measure! A true charmer who can make a woman swoon. And when I heard that, I just had to see it for myself." She climbs onto the bed, getting close enough to corner you against the headboard.

A sultry finger drags along your jaw as she gazes at you with lidded eyes and a playful smile. "What do you say you and I have a little fun, dear? Mama hasn't had a good lovin in such a long time. And do you wanna hear the worst of it? Even if she does get some lovin, her partners are always done so quickly. Sometimes they don't even get up for a round 2. So rude!"

Florelle cradles your head, smothering you with her bosom while she combs your hair and you struggle for breath. "You're different though, aren't you? You're not gonna leave mommy hanging, right? You're a good little baby, aren't ya? I can just imagine all of the fun we're gonna have together! Just try not to go limp too fast, okay, baby?"

The night sky looms dark outside your bedroom window. Tonight, the final angel in the second sphere of heaven will come to visit you and test your mettle. You brace yourself for her arrival and this time, it is good that you did.

Your furniture starts shaking, the entire house trembles as if an earthquake was going on. Then, a black hole appears in the middle of your room. A swirling vortex that grows bigger and bigger, threatening to swallow the walls and floor around it. A warbling, distorted sound rings in your ears. Smaller items like a vase and your alarm clock get sucked in immediately, flying towards it. Even the bed starts to creak across the floor as it slowly grinds towards it, leaving scratches on the laminated floor. You grab your headboard, holding on for dear life when a short, young woman steps out of it.

Her wings are as dark as the night sky and a blue halo hovers above her head. Even her skin has a light blueish hue to it. Her eyes are strange, lavender colored irises and black where her whites should be. The second she fully entered the room, the black hole closes and objects that had been flying towards it, clatter limply to the ground. And just like that, immediate silence.

Quiet fills the room once more, almost awkward silence as the angel just stands there and takes a look around without saying a word. Her face remains expressionless, taking in her surroundings. She takes a step forward, not even looking ahead as her shin knocks against a chair that the vortex had dragged into her path.

Almost robotically, she bends down at a stiff angle, picks it up with both hands, turns her upper body about 90 degrees and puts it down again, out of the way. Then she proceeds on her path towards your bed. After reaching the side of it, she makes a light bow. "Greetings, mortal." Her voice comes out echo-y and warbled, almost alien in its tone.

And then her weird behavior continues with her keeping constant eye contact while climbing onto your bed. Your bed starts creaking and you think you can even hear wood splintering the moment her full weight is on the mattress. "It seems your furniture is flawed. No matter. I believe it will hold. My name is Sagittaria. Angel of Dominions. I will be your lover tonight. I think this experience will enrich my mind and body and thus make me into a more compassionate, understanding angel. I will admit that interaction with living things is not my forté but I will attempt my best to please you. Please let me know of any mistakes I make for my review later." And as if that wasn't enough of a sign for things to come, she does something odd.

Without any warning, she climbs onto your body in the reverse cowgirl position, her ass almost directly over your face. You can see the bumps of her pussy through the thin fabric of light blue panties. Her ass is round and heavy. Her weight settles on you and it almost takes your breath away. It feels crushing, your ribs screaming from the strain.

Sagittaria looks over her shoulder, her face as innocent and expressionless as always. "I believe it is customary to sit on your partner's face to initiate sex. Am I correct in this assumption, mortal?"

You've finally pushed into the third sphere in the hierarchy of angels. The upper echelons of heaven. They will expect nothing but perfection. No mercy will be shown and your body will be yearning for the sweet release of death. They fuck with the power goddesses themselves and one simple mistake can lead you to either a lifetime of punishment and repentance or a swift, searing death.

The cool blues of the moonlight is completely overpowered by a solid glow of shimmering gold as the next angel arrives. A shower of jewelry, coins and fine metals rains endlessly from your ceiling down onto the floor like a waterfall. An echoing voice rumbles through the room. "It is time for judgment. Is your soul pure and righteous. Or is it rotten. Filled with empty promises and braggery?"

Like a curtain being lifted, the waterfall parts and out of it steps a truly massive woman, her footsteps dull and heavy. Her massive frame barely fits into the corner of the room she has entered, her head nearly hitting the ceiling. An imposing figure that looms over you and stared down at you like a divine judge. The angel's face is covered by a black and golden mask which entirely conceals her face, yet her pupilless eyes burn daggers into your soul from behind the eye holes.

"Be not afraid, mortal. I have simply come in the name of law and order. Nothing more. Your fame precedes you. Yet fame does not absolve you of sin or confirms your accolades. Judgment will be upon you soon enough. To put your heart and soul on the cosmic scale and see which way the weight tips. For that purpose alone, I have taken on this form. One that is undeniably appealing to the human mind. I have seen all, and I am appalled. But needs must." She gestures down at her absolutely gargantuan form with inhuman, gigantic breasts and ass larger than your torso. It doesn't help that her marble white, perfectly voluptuous body is barely covered by fancy, sexy golden underwear.

She puts one hand on her hips, either displaying a hint of sass or showing off her body. "Do these curves please your primitive brain, mortal? My real form is not meant for human eyes, so I have assumed that this would be much more pleasant. The mask is also non negotiable. What lies beneath would destroy what little sensible function your human brain possesses."

The angel puts one foot on either side of your bed before sitting her dump truck of an ass down on your bed. The frame immediately shatters. She looks down at you with little faith in you. "I am to believe you can fuck anything. A claim that is yet to be proven. I shall be the one to determine its truth. The name you will be moaning soon, is Orion. And I am your judge." With a snap of her finger, Orion's underwear dissolves into golden particles hovering in the air around you. Her giant breasts sway freely like sandsacks ready to drop onto your head and her pussy seems large enough for your arm to fit inside. With uncaring eyes that show no mercy, she gazes down at you. "May the trial commence."

In the dead of night, you are gently woken up by the distant sound of trumpets, flutes and harps. A gorgeous, soothing melody reaches your ear but it's origin is almost ethereal. It seems that this is the announcement for the arrival of the next angel to visit you. And that suspicion is soon confirmed when the music swells but never becomes jarring.

It is like the notes play with the strings of your soul itself and you feel utterly at peace. A soft, purple light takes over one of the ceiling corners of your room and a from it emerges a set of red carpeted stairs. Accompanied by an orchestra of floating instruments, descends an angel with sheer elegance and beauty. Dressed in a negligee that can barely contain her voluptuous, chubby curves, she makes her way down the steps until she steps onto the floor of your room, letting out a blissful hum.

"Haah, I missed doing entrances like this. That'll be all, darlings. Your prelude was lovely." She blows a kiss to the floating instruments before they retreat into the light and disappear right along with it. Then her attention shifts to you, lying in your bed. "There you are. Look at you, all tired and tuckered out. I bet my sisters did a number on you, didn't they?"

She comes up to your bed and leans over you, gently cupping your cheek. Her hanging, swaying breasts almost threaten to spill out of her cleavage. "You poor thing! I bet they didn't even tuck you in afterwards. No class these girls. No etiquette at all. Let me make up for that lack of politeness and introduce myself to you, darling. Just... let me get comfortable first."

The bed starts to creak as the angel gets onto your bed and settles down on top your lap, her squishy thighs bracketing around you. And then, with a slight movement of her shoulders, the already strained straps of her negligee pop and her massive breasts plop free. Almost like it was planned, her hair settles over her nipples, barely covering them as she lets out a long sigh of relief. "Gosh, clothes sure are restricting aren't they? They compress your body, make you short of breath and they even squeeze your vocal chords. Ugh. If it were up to me, we'd be rid of them all together."

She then realizes she's rambling and lets out a hearty giggle. Then, the one eye that isn't covered by her lavender hair, gazes down at you in amusement. "Enjoying the view down there, mortal? Not every day a cherubim flashes you, is it? My name is Lavendia. And together, you and I will make such BEAUTIFUL music tonight. I've been looking forward to a chance of getting my hands on you for a while now. You seem so cute from a distance. And I hear you can drive women absolutely WILD in bed. Well, I aim to be one of them."

She spreads her legs on top of you, her expensive looking laced underwear coming into view under the skirt of her nightwear as it rides up her enormous thighs.. "I have never had the chance to experience sex before, my little dove. And I believe thie opportunity will push my art to new heights. I will moan an aria in your name. I will write poems about the wonderful symphony our bodies will create. But I should warn you. I will settle for nothing less than perfection, my little cutie. I hope you are ready for some rehearsals." She giggles sweetly, biting the knuckle of her finger in visible excitement. Her wings start flaring up with a pulsing, purple energy that spreads like cold fire over her body and yours. Your souls are linked and your voices united. It's like you can hear her voice inside your head. "Shall we begin, love?"

You are almost there. You have reached the upper echelons in the world of Heaven. Tonight, you will be visited by one of the angels who is closest to god. The Seraphim.

Unsure what could await you, you sit in anticipation in your bed, waiting for one of the final visitors to arrive. And when she does, the entrance doesn't disappoint. The whole room is doused in a pink mist, warm, romantic atmosphere dusting in the air. It's as if the silence of the night is replaced by erotic, soothing jazz music, giving your bedroom a sultry, erotic mood.

This time, the portal to heaven opens right above your bead. The shape of a love heart gets carved into this reality and through this opening, dimensional rift, floats the Seraphim herself. A beauty clad in pink. Her weightless body floats down, hand outstretched to reach for you, her cheeks flushed presumably in tender love.

Her form settles right on top of you, her eyes gazing down into yours. Her irises are the shapes of hearts, seemingly pulsing with adoration for you. She is clad in an erotic, revealing night gown, looking like a trophy wife joining her husband in bed. "Finally, it is my turn. You have no idea, how much I've longed for you, human. It was pure, utter agony to see the others get a turn before I could. My name is Rosary. Engrave it in your heart, for I will engrave your name in every fiber of my soul and flesh."

You can immediately tell that something is off. Her breath quickens and fogs in the cool night air. Her eyes are not filled with love, but lust. Pure. Unrestrained. Psychotic lust. Her thighs clamp around your hips, locking you in place and her hands pin your wrists at each side of your head. It is like a maniac let off the chain.

Rosary starts giggling in a really concerning way. "Hehehehehe~<3! Oh honey, you look so cute when you're scared. My sisters tell me you are durable. VERY durable. I have so much love to give, mortal. SO MUCH. And yet I can't give it! Everyone else I give it to, breaks. Every one of them cannot handle me at my best! I was restricted from showing any mortal my boundless love until tonight. Maybe you will be the first one who can handle a REAL angel."

Rosary sits up for a moment. "I wonder what kinda toys I should use?" She flicks her finger and in the order she names them, appear... "Ballgags? Nipple clamps? Anal beads? Or maybe this little thing?" As she flicks her finger one more time, a thick, pink glowing cock forms and throbs in her crotch before disappearing again in a puff of pink mist.

"Well, with you being the star attraction tonight, maybe you should pick our first adventure. Don't worry, we will get to try out ALL of them! Hehehehehehe!" And just like that, she gives just one simple flourish and both your ankles and wrists are restrained by ethereal, pink robes that pull you spread eagle on the bed. Rosary drags a finger down your chest and stomach, her eyes now lidded like those of a predator. "What should our safe word be... my precious?"

You overcame so much to get here. 9 angels already bested. You truly might be the greatest lover who ever lived on Earth. And still, tonight you receive another visitor. A visitor with quite... different motivations from the others.

A full moon shines brightly in the night sky, right into the large window of your bedroom. The way this newest angel manifests within your home has an atmosphere quite unlike what you've seen before. It's not bombastic, flashy or sudden. It is slow and melancholic.

The beams of light that the moon casts, slowly collect into a single, glowing figure. They form a humanoid shape that expands with lustrous wings and a glowing, bright white halo. As the glow subsides, you find before you a woman of such stunning, serene beauty that it takes your breath away. Her feminine yet undeniably fit body is clad in skant pieces of silver bikini armor. Her hair is a snowy white and her eyes emit a glow of the same color. Her expression is one of desolation. Tired and without hope.

Her gaze finally meets yours while the shining moonlight subsides. She tries to form a smile but it feels unnatural and breaks into a frown quite quickly. "Good evening, mortal. I hope do not disturb your slumber. I know you have been through a lot already. But there is a reason one more of my kind is seeking you out. Hear me out, if you would. Please." Her request is quite timid. Very unexpected compared to what you are used to at this point. Her arms open as if to plead with you and the steps she takes toward you are hesitant and fragile.

"For as long as I have existed, I have been alone. My home is valhalla and yet in all the realms from Midgard to Jotunheim, I have failed to find even one person worthy of my love. Someone who can love me right in return. Long have I sought. Often have I failed to discover a love so divine and beautiful that it would last me more than a day. None of them could hold me tight, none of them could satisfy me. And they all were smited for their hubris of laying with a valkyrie."

She sits somberly on the side of your bed, reaching out to run her hand along your chin. Her eyes are warm and kind, spiting the coldness of her gauntlet clad fingers. "But then I heard about you. One who not only could leave any mortal woman satisfied and happy but who could even bed angels and live. My heart is frozen over with the ice of the Bifrost. But it is my hope that maybe... you are the one to melt it."

She shares a tender moment with you, taking her hand away and letting out a long, heavy sigh. "My hopes are slim. Close to none in fact. I do not want to put this burden on you, but i had to at least try once to see if you were the person I was looking for. Lie with me tonight. Make me feel like a woman. Show me pleasures I cannot fathom at this moment. But I have to warn you. If you show weakness. If you prove unworthy of soiling an angelic warrior of Valhalla without leaving her anything but satisfied, your body will be vaporized in an instant. Your soul gone to neither Heaven OR Valhalla. Do not misunderstand me. This is not a threat. It is a warning. I am giving you the chance to decide for yourself if you want to take the risk. I wish you no harm myself."

Then she runs her fingers through your hair, her eyes hopeful and desperate. "If you succeed where so many others have failed, I promise you, I will be yours in this life and the next. Your seat at the feasting tables of Valhalla is guaranteed. My hands, my heart and my body will be yours. I will call myself your wife, no matter how many women you take. Forevermore, I will be devoted only to you. For you will be the one at my side, when we face Ragnarok. So I ask you once, mortal. This is the last chance to turn around."

Her fingers trail down your body in a seductive, sexual way, slowly inching towards your crotch. She doesn't reach for it yet but she is undeniably eager for it. "What is your choice?"