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Gabriel’s personal chambers in Heaven were exactly what one might imagine—if one imagined a space of pristine, ethereal beauty filtered through an almost childlike innocence. The walls shimmered with a soft, intrinsic light. The air carried a subtle floral scent, like an eternal spring morning. Delicate, graceful furniture, seemingly carved from pearl and moonlight, was arranged with simple elegance. It was divine, serene, and utterly chaste.
Issei Hyoudou shifted uncomfortably on a plush, white divan, feeling profoundly out of place. He was, as Griselda Quarta had solemnly informed him upon discreetly escorting him here, the first male ever to be granted entry to the Seraph’s private sanctuary. The weight of that honor, if it was an honor, sat on his shoulders alongside a hefty dose of nervous confusion. Across from him, perched on the edge of a crystalline chair, sat Gabriel herself.
The leader of the Angels, the most beautiful woman in Heaven according to universal consensus, was pouring tea from a pot that seemed to be made of solidified dawn light. Her movements were graceful, gentle, and filled with a peaceful benevolence. Her voluminous blonde curls framed a face of breathtaking, otherworldly perfection, and her large, sapphire-blue eyes regarded him with open, guileless warmth.
“Please, have some tea, Issei Hyoudou,” she said, her voice like the harmony of a thousand gentle bells. She handed him a delicate cup. “I apologize for summoning you so abruptly.”
“N-no, it’s fine! Really!” Issei stammered, accepting the cup. The tea smelled amazing, like happiness and sunshine. He took a sip to calm his nerves. It tasted like liquid hope. Damn, even the tea in Heaven is next-level. He set the cup down on a small, floating disc that served as a table. “So, uh, Gabriel-san… why did you invite me?”
Gabriel placed her own cup down and folded her hands in her lap. Her expression grew earnest, tinged with a palpable regret that seemed to dim the very light in the room. “I wished to apologize to you, personally and sincerely,” she began, her gaze lowering slightly. “For my actions during your rating game against Dulio.”
Issei blinked. The memory surfaced: the intense battle, the crucial moment, and then… a massive, heavenly screen appearing, showing Gabriel in a series of increasingly skimpy bikinis, her innocent commentary completely derailing his focus and nearly costing him the match. It had been a tactic, a distraction orchestrated by Heaven. “Oh! That! Really, it’s okay,” Issei waved his hands dismissively, a blush creeping up his neck at the memory of those images. “I mean, it was a shock, but we won! All’s well that ends well, right?”
“It is not ‘well,’” Gabriel insisted, her voice firm yet kind. “My actions, though intended for the benefit of my side, were underhanded. They exploited your… appreciative nature… in a way that compromised your performance. As the current leader of the Angels, I must uphold righteousness. Therefore, I must repay this debt to you. At any cost.”
At any cost. The words hovered in the luminous air. Issei’s perverted heart gave a hopeful, ravenous thump. His mind raced through a catalog of possibilities that would make Ddraig groan in shame. A private photoshoot? A hug? Maybe a… a kiss? But then reality, cold and bureaucratic, crashed down. This was Heaven. Gabriel was a pure Seraph, the core of the Holy System. The moment he even thought about asking for anything remotely lewd, alarms would blare in her head. A divine voice would intone, ‘Warning: Falling meter at 50%. Cease impure thoughts.’ He’d be thrown out by a squadron of furious Brave Saints before he could say “oppai.”
He was about to sigh and give a noble, self-sacrificing refusal—something like, ‘Your heartfelt apology is enough, Gabriel-san!’—when his hand, stuffed into his pocket out of habit, brushed against a small, ornately carved object.
He froze. His fingers closed around it. A slow, disbelieving grin spread across his face, one that transformed his friendly expression into something distinctly lecherous. No way. I still have it?
Azazel and Heaven had cooked up a few… specialized items. One of them was this: a Magic Doorknob. Its function was brilliantly, simply perverted. When installed, it created a temporary, localized null-space that suspended the innate “sin-detection” systems of Heaven within that room. It was designed explicitly to allow Angels to… couple… without the risk of Falling. Azazel had called it a “diplomatic intimacy facilitator.” Issei had called it a miracle and pocketed it “for safekeeping,” much to everyone’s exasperation.
He pulled the small, warm doorknob from his pocket, his grin widening. “Gabriel-san,” he said, his voice taking on a new, purposeful tone. “I accept your offer of repayment.”
Gabriel’s face lit up with pure, relieved joy. “Oh, I am so glad! What may I do for you? Shall I prepare a feast? Compose a hymn in your honor?”
“First,” Issei said, standing up, the doorknob clutched in his hand, “I need to do one little thing. For… atmospheric security.” He walked to the chamber’s only door—a tall, beautifully engraved portal of silvery wood and mother-of-pearl.
“My door?” Gabriel asked, tilting her head in innocent confusion.
“Just a quick upgrade,” Issei said cheerfully. With a practiced twist—Azazel had given a very detailed briefing—he unlatched the existing, perfectly functional crystalline doorknob. In its place, he fitted the Magic Doorknob. It clicked into place with a soft, magical hum that was felt more than heard. A subtle, imperceptible shimmer passed over the doorframe and spread through the room, like a gentle wave of neutral energy.
“There!” Issei announced, dusting off his hands. The doorknob now looked perfectly normal, but its effect was active. The room was now a sanctum of suspended heavenly judgment. Furthermore, the magic would also prevent anyone from entering or even sensing what was happening inside until he removed it. They were locked in. Alone.
He turned back to Gabriel, who was watching him with polite, curious interest. He walked back to the divan and sat down, patting the space beside him. “Now, about that repayment…”
“Yes?” Gabriel floated over and sat beside him, her wings rustling softly, her expression one of eager readiness to fulfill any request.
Issei took a deep breath, his heart pounding not with nervousness now, but with unleashed, perverted ambition. He looked into her dazzling blue eyes. “The apology I want… is for you to wear a bikini for me. Right here, right now.”
Gabriel blinked. Her flawless brow furrowed slightly. “A… bikini? In my chambers?” The request made no sense to her. Why would he want her to change her clothes? How did that constitute an apology? But she had promised repayment at any cost. And he had accepted. A pure, simple logic chain formed in her mind: I owe him. He wants this. Therefore, I shall do it.
“If that is your wish,” she said with a serene nod, as if he’d asked for another cup of tea. She stood up. “I shall change.”
Issei’s jaw nearly hit the floor. She wasn’t questioning it. She wasn’t hesitating. There was no internal system warning her of impending Fall. The doorknob was working! He watched, spellbound, as Gabriel raised a hand. A soft, divine light enveloped her simple, graceful white gown. When the light faded, the gown was gone.
And there she stood.
She wore the exact bikini from his memory, from the distracting video. A tiny, scandalous arrangement of white fabric and string that clung to her mind-boggling curves. The top struggled valiantly to contain the magnificent, heavenly orbs that were renowned as the finest in all of Creation. The bottoms were a mere whisper against the perfect, creamy skin of her hips and thighs. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her twelve magnificent wings framed her body like a living halo. She was a vision of voluptuous, innocent eroticism that short-circuited Issei’s higher brain functions.
“Is this… sufficient?” Gabriel asked, looking down at herself, then back at him. She seemed mildly puzzled by the outfit’s impracticality but wholly unselfconscious.
Issei could only stare, his mouth dry, his blood heating. “Y-yeah,” he managed to croak. Then his grin returned, wide and predatory. “But we’re just getting started, Gabriel-san. We are definitely not finished yet.”
The most beautiful Seraph in Heaven stood before him in a bikini, in a room where the rules no longer applied. Issei Hyoudou’s greatest, most impossible fantasy was now his to command.
Gabriel waited patiently, her luminous blue eyes fixed on Issei with a look of serene curiosity. The bikini felt strange against her skin, a sensation both unfamiliar and slightly restrictive, but if this was the price of her apology, she would bear it without complaint.
Issei’s lecherous grin didn’t fade. He stood up from the divan, his movements deliberate. His hands went to his pants. Gabriel watched, her head tilting slightly. She understood the concept of human anatomy, of course, but such things were distant, clinical facts. The practical, physical reality was entirely outside her vast experience.
When he pulled his enormous, already fully erect cock from his trousers, Gabriel’s eyes widened. Not in horror or disgust, but in pure, unadulterated surprise. It was… larger than she had imagined such things could be. It stood thick and proud, a clear sign of his arousal. She stared at it, her gaze analytical yet utterly naive. There was no sense of taboo, no ingrained shame. To her, in this moment, it was simply another part of Issei Hyoudou, and he had requested her help in some manner involving it.
“Gabriel-san,” Issei said, his voice husky with desire. “I want you to… wrap these,” he gestured reverently toward her magnificent, bikini-clad breasts, “around this.” He tapped the head of his cock.
A purely logical query formed in Gabriel’s mind. How does one ‘wrap’ breasts around an object? She looked from his face, which was earnest in its perverted intent, to his cock, then down at her own chest. The system of Heaven, which would normally be screaming holy alerts into her consciousness about impurity and sin, was silent. The magic doorknob held its influence, creating a bubble of moral neutrality. All she heard was the simple request from someone she owed a debt.
“I… believe I understand,” she said softly, her voice still like gentle chimes. She stepped closer, the soft scent of divine flowers enveloping him. With careful, almost ritualistic movements, she reached up and untied the string of her bikini top at the back. The flimsy white fabric fell away, releasing her perfect, massive breasts into full view.
Issei’s breath caught. They were even more breathtaking up close, flawless pale orbs with pink, delicate nipples that were already tightening in the cool air of the chamber. They were the stuff of legend, and they were now bared for him.
Following his earlier gesture, Gabriel gently took his throbbing member in one hand, guiding it. Then, with a surprisingly practical grace, she leaned forward and pushed her breasts together from the sides, creating a deep, heavenly valley of soft, warm flesh. She enveloped his shaft between them, the softness utterly consuming him. Her skin was impossibly smooth and warm, like sunlight given texture. Only the last few inches of his cock, from the head upwards, remained exposed.
“Like this?” she asked, looking up at him for confirmation, her face mere inches from his.
“Y-yeah… perfect…” Issei managed to gasp. The sensation was unreal. It was like being sheathed in the softest, most divine clouds imaginable. “Now… move them. Up and down.”
Gabriel nodded, a faint, focused line appearing between her brows as she concentrated on the task. She began to move her upper body, sliding her breasts along his length in a slow, steady rhythm. The friction was exquisite, a silken, velvety massage that made his knees weak. Her breasts were so full, so pillowy, that they conformed perfectly around him, creating a sublime, tight pressure.
“Is this… an adequate apology?” she asked as she worked, her tone genuinely concerned with fulfilling her duty.
“More… than adequate…” Issei groaned, his hands coming up to rest on her bare shoulders. He watched, mesmerized, as his cock disappeared and reappeared between the glorious mounds of heavenly flesh. It was a view he’d dreamed of but never dared believe possible.
After a few moments of this bliss, the heat in his loins becoming a raging fire, he needed more. “Gabriel-san… your mouth… take the part that’s left into your mouth.”
Without a hint of hesitation, Gabriel obeyed. She leaned forward further, her plush lips parting. She took the exposed head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue instinctively pressing against the underside.
The sensation was explosive. The warm, wet tightness of her mouth joined the unbelievable softness of her breasts. He was now receiving a combined boobjob and blowjob from the Seraph Gabriel, on her knees in her own chamber. The sheer, impossible depravity of it sent shockwaves of pleasure through him. He tangled one hand gently in her golden curls, not forcing, just feeling.
Gabriel continued her movements, bobbing her head slightly while maintaining the rhythm with her breasts. She made soft, thoughtful humming sounds, as if trying to perfect her technique. There was no skill, only innocent, earnest effort, and that made it a thousand times more erotic. Her sapphire eyes were open, looking up at him with a look that blended curiosity with a dawning, unfamiliar warmth. A faint blush had appeared on her cheeks—not from shame, but from the simple physical exertion and the novel intimacy of the act.
Issei’s control shattered. The coiled tension in his groin snapped. “Gabriel… I’m gonna…!”
He didn’t need to finish. She didn’t pull away. As the first powerful pulse erupted from him, Gabriel simply closed her eyes and accepted it. Thick, hot streams of his cum shot into her mouth, some bursts so strong they spurted past her lips to land on her cheeks, nose, and the upper slopes of her magnificent breasts.
She flinched slightly at the initial surprise of the sensation and the unfamiliar taste, but she held her position, swallowing dutifully as he emptied himself into her. When he was finally spent, panting heavily, she slowly pulled back, releasing his softening cock with a soft pop.
A few stray drops of white seed clung to her lips. She swallowed one last time, then looked up at him, her face glistening with his release. She touched a finger to her lip, then examined it.
“It is… a unique taste,” she announced, her tone analytical yet not displeased. “Salty, and warm. Does this mean the apology is complete?”
Issei, still catching his breath, looked down at the breathtakingly beautiful angel on her knees before him, her face and chest glazed with his semen, her breasts still exposed and heaving slightly. A slow, deep smile spread across his face.
“Complete?” he repeated, his voice regaining its lecherous edge. He reached down and tenderly wiped a streak of cum from her cheek. “Oh, Gabriel-san. We’ve only just finished the opening prayer.”
Issei looked down at Gabriel, her divine face still marked with his essence, her innocent eyes looking up at him for direction. The sight was beyond intoxicating. The debt of apology had been transformed into something far more primal, a transaction of pure, unadulterated pleasure, and she was willingly, naively, participating. The magic doorknob hummed silently on the door, its enchantment ensuring this sacred transgression remained their secret.
"Now," Issei said, his voice thick with desire as he helped her to her feet. Her skin was warm and impossibly soft under his hands. "Onto the bed, Gabriel-san. Lie back and spread your legs for me."
Gabriel nodded, that serene, obedient expression still in place. She turned and walked the few steps to her bed—a large, pristine platform that seemed to be made of condensed cloud and starlight. She lay back upon it, the soft material conforming to her form. With a simple, graceful motion, she parted her thighs, opening herself to him completely. The tiny white bikini bottoms were the only remaining barrier.
Issei didn't bother removing them. He simply hooked his fingers into the sides and, with a soft tearing sound, ripped the flimsy fabric away. Now, nothing lay between him and the most sacred, untouched place in Heaven.
He positioned himself between her legs, his cock, re-hardened and throbbing with need, nudging against her entrance. Gabriel gasped softly at the contact, a shiver running through her. Her sapphire eyes were wide, watching him, filled with a mixture of curiosity and a dawning, instinctual anticipation.
There was no more preamble. With a single, powerful thrust of his hips, Issei drove himself into her, sheathing his entire massive length in her virgin tightness in one smooth, claiming motion.
Gabriel's back arched off the bed, a sharp, musical cry torn from her lips. It wasn't a cry of pain, though there was a brief, stretching sensation—it was a cry of profound, overwhelming sensation. Her inner walls, impossibly tight and velvety soft, clamped around him in reflexive surprise, massaging his shaft in a way that made him see stars.
"Heavens...!" she gasped, her hands flying up to clutch at the cloud-like bedding.
Issei began to move. He pulled back almost all the way, then slammed back in, setting a deep, rhythmic pace. Each thrust was a revelation. The heat and wetness that enveloped him were divine, a holy embrace that welcomed his sinful intrusion. The sounds of their joining, wet and intimate, filled the silent chamber.
"Ah! Ah! Issei... Hyoudou...!" Gabriel moaned with each penetration, her melodic voice taking on a breathy, strained quality. Her hips, acting on some ancient, buried instinct, began to rise to meet his thrusts. A rosy flush spread from her face down her neck and across her chest. "This feeling... I have never... nothing has ever...!"
"Do you like it, Gabriel-san?" Issei grunted, leaning over her, watching her perfect face contort with this new, raw experience. "Is this an acceptable apology?"
Her eyes, glazed with pleasure, found his. "I... I do not have the words," she confessed, her voice trembling. "It is... intense. Consuming. I think... I believe I like it very much."
Her honest, naive admission sent a surge of possessive heat through Issei. A lecherous grin split his face. "Good," he growled. "Then you're going to love this even more."
He snapped his hips forward with renewed vigor, increasing his speed. The pace shifted from deep and rhythmic to fast and pounding. The bed, for all its ethereal construction, began to emit soft, rhythmic creaks.
Gabriel's response was immediate and vocal. Her musical moans escalated into full-throated, uninhibited screams of pleasure. "YES! LIKE THAT! MORE!" she cried out, her hands now clutching at his arms, her nails digging in slightly. Her wings fluttered and spasmed uncontrollably behind her, a clear sign of her total physical overwhelm. The pleasure was not just new; it was all-consuming, rewriting her understanding of her own celestial body.
Issei obliged. He drove into her with everything he had, each thrust a brutal, wonderful claim. He could feel her inner muscles fluttering and convulsing around him, her body racing toward a peak she had no name for. Her heels dug into the small of his back, pulling him deeper.
"I'm close, Gabriel-san!" he warned, his own breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Inside!" she begged, the words shocking even her in their raw need. "Finish your apology... inside me!"
With a final, earth-shattering roar, Issei buried himself to the hilt. He held himself there, pressed deep into her womb, as his climax erupted. Stream after stream of his hot seed flooded her deepest place, a claiming, profane baptism within the most sacred of vessels. He pumped into her until he was spent, until he felt completely empty.
Slowly, trembling, he pulled out.
The sight that greeted him was one of profound, beautiful corruption. His white semen immediately began to leak from her well-used, glistening pink entrance, trickling down to stain the pure, cloud-like fabric of her bed. Gabriel lay beneath him, panting heavily, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat, her breasts rising and falling rapidly. Her expression was one of stunned, blissful realization, her lips parted, her eyes half-lidded.
The leader of the Angels had been thoroughly, completely claimed. And she had welcomed every second of it.
For a long moment, Gabriel lay on the divine bed, her mind reeling. The physical sensations were still echoing through her body—the deep, throbbing fullness now replaced by a strange, warm emptiness, the liquid heat of his release pooling inside her, the delicious, lingering ache in her core. She watched Issei, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to comprehend what had just transpired. An apology had transformed into… this. This overwhelming, carnal act that had shaken her to her very foundations.
He wasn't done. Before she could gather her thoughts or voice any questions, Issei lowered himself over her. His mouth descended upon her right breast, capturing the tender, pink nipple.
"A-ah!" Gabriel gasped, arching her back. The sensitivity was incredible, amplified a hundredfold by the recent intimacy. He didn't just suckle; he worshipped. His mouth was hot and demanding, his tongue swirling and flicking against the peak, his teeth grazing it with just enough pressure to send jolts of sharp, sweet pleasure-pain directly to her core.
"Issei… Hyoudou… that's…" she panted, her hands coming up to tangle uncertainly in his hair.
He switched to her left breast, giving it the same devoted, relentless attention. One hand came up to pluck and roll the now-wet nipple of the breast he'd just abandoned, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. The dual assault was too much. Her mind, so used to serenity and order, was being flooded with chaotic, wonderful sensation.
"Please… slow down…" she managed to plead, though her body betrayed her, her hips grinding faintly against the air. "It's… too intense…"
Issei ignored the request. Instead, he intensified it. He shifted, leaning up slightly, and brought both her magnificent breasts together, pushing them up toward his face. With a lecherous grin, he opened his mouth wide and took both nipples into his mouth at once, sucking and laving them with his tongue.
Gabriel let out a choked scream, her head thrashing back against the pillows. The sensation was unimaginable. It felt as if he were drawing pleasure directly from her soul through those two sensitive points. She could feel the connection straight to her still-quivering sex. The warm seed inside her seemed to pulse in time with his sucks.
He finally released her with a wet pop, both nipples glistening and painfully erect. He looked down at her flushed, dazed face. "Well? Do you like it, Gabriel-san?"
She blinked up at him, her sapphire eyes glassy. A deep, rosy blush colored her cheeks and chest. "I… have never experienced anything like that," she confessed, her voice a husky whisper. "It is… undignified. Overwhelming." She paused, and a small, genuine smile touched her swollen lips. "I… I really like it."
Issei's grin could have lit up the underworld. "I knew it," he said, his voice thick with victory. He ran his hands down her sides, feeling the divine curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. "But we're not finished. Not even close."
He slid off the bed and stood beside it. "Turn over, Gabriel-san. On your hands and knees."
Gabriel, still operating on that mixture of obedient gratitude and newfound, addictive curiosity, did as she was told. She rolled over, pushing herself up onto her knees and palms. The position felt vulnerable, exposing. Her perfect, round ass was now presented to him, still glistening slightly with sweat and their shared fluids. Her wings, slightly sagging from exertion, draped to either side.
Issei's hands settled on her hips, then slid down to cup the full, heavenly globes of her rear. He squeezed, groaning in appreciation. "God… just like your breasts. Perfection." The flesh was unbelievably soft, yet firm, yielding perfectly under his touch. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on one cheek, then gave it a sharp, stinging slap.
Gabriel yelped, more from surprise than pain. The sound echoed in the room, followed by a warm, tingling sensation. "W-why did you—"
"Because it's fun," Issei interrupted, his voice playful yet dominant. He positioned himself behind her, the head of his rock-hard cock nudging against her damp, leaking entrance. He could see his previous release glistening there, a lewd testament to his first claim. "And because you're going to love it."
With no further warning, he thrust forward, sheathing himself inside her once more, this time from behind.
"OHHHH!" Gabriel cried out, her arms buckling slightly before she caught herself. The angle was different, deeper, more invasive. He filled her completely, his pelvis slapping against her jiggling rear with a solid, wet thwack. He immediately set a steady, powerful rhythm, pulling almost all the way out before plunging back in to the hilt.
Each thrust made her entire body sway. Her breasts swung heavily beneath her, and her ass rippled with the impact. Issei watched, mesmerized, as he took her in this primal, animalistic position. The Seraph of Heaven, on all fours, being fucked like a common temptress. The dichotomy was the most potent aphrodisiac he'd ever known.
He brought his hand down on her ass again, a sharper slap that left a faint red handprint on the perfect white skin. "Do you like this, Gabriel?" he grunted, driving into her. "Do you like being taken like this?"
Between ragged moans that were punched out of her with every thrust, she answered. "Y-yes! It's… it feels so deep! I'm… I'm enjoying it! I am!" Her admission was giddy, almost delirious.
Her words fueled him. He grabbed her slender arms just above the elbows, using them as leverage to pull her back onto his cock with even more force. His thrusts became faster, harder, piston-like. The wet, slapping sounds filled the room, a symphony of their debauchery. The bed rocked steadily.
Gabriel's moans escalated into continuous, high-pitched whines of pleasure. Her mind had gone blissfully blank, occupied only by the sensation of being utterly filled and the sharp, bright sting of his hand on her ass contrasting with the deep, throbbing pleasure inside her. She was losing herself, her celestial composure shattered completely.
"That's it… take it all…" Issei snarled, his own climax coiling tightly in his gut. He could feel her inner walls beginning to flutter and spasm erratically around him. "I'm gonna cum inside you again… fill you up even more…"
He released her arms and instead gripped her hips with bruising force, holding her in place as he hammered into her with a final, desperate frenzy. With a guttural roar that seemed to shake the very air in the chamber, he slammed home one last time and held, his body convulsing as he poured another scalding flood of semen deep into her receptive womb.
Gabriel's eyes rolled back, a silent scream on her lips as the intense heat of his release triggered a secondary, shattering climax of her own. Her arms gave out completely, and she collapsed flat onto the bed, her face pressed into the covers, her ass still raised in the air, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
Issei didn't let her rest. He was still hard, still throbbing with insatiable need. The sight of her collapsed, ravished form, his seed already beginning to leak from her used entrance, was too much. He climbed onto the bed behind her, his knees on either side of her thighs. He grabbed her hips again, lifting her rear slightly, and without a moment's pause, he drove his cock back into her sodden, overflowing channel.
"AGAIN?!" Gabriel shrieked into the mattress, her voice muffled but filled with a mixture of shock and overwhelming sensation.
"Again," Issei confirmed, his voice a dark promise. The way was slick and easy now, lubricated by his copious previous releases. It allowed him to set a brutal, deep, and rapid pace immediately. He fucked her prone form with relentless intensity, each thrust a solid impact that drove her body forward slightly on the bed.
Gabriel could only clutch at the sheets, her knuckles white. Her mind was a haze of pleasure-pain, her body so sensitized that every stroke felt like a direct line to her soul. The overstimulation was unbearable and yet she craved more. She was moaning loudly, shamelessly, into the divine fabric, her voice a continuous, melodic stream of ecstasy.
"Issei! Issei! More! DEEPER!" she begged, her words slurred with passion.
He obliged, shifting his weight to drive into her with even more force, angling his thrusts to pound against her deepest reaches. The bedframe itself began to creak in protest under the sustained, violent rhythm.
He felt his third climax building, a torrential pressure that demanded release. He grabbed handfuls of her cloud-like bedding for leverage and buried himself inside her one final, perfect time. With a shout that was pure triumph, he erupted, another massive, claiming load joining the already substantial pool within her.
Gabriel's entire body convulsed in a silent, breathless orgasm, her vision whiting out. She felt so full, so utterly claimed, so wonderfully ruined.
Issei stayed buried inside her for a long moment, both of them panting like marathon runners, the only sounds their ragged breaths and the soft drip of spent fluids onto the bed. Slowly, he pulled out, collapsing beside her on the soaked sheets.
Gabriel didn't move. She lay face down, her body a map of sweat, blush marks, and the evidence of their union. Her wings were splayed limply. She was the picture of absolute, blissful defeat.
For several long minutes, the only sounds in Gabriel's chamber were their ragged, synchronized breaths. Issei lay on his back, spent but still throbbingly hard, an impossibility fueled by his draconic stamina and the sheer, mind-bending reality of the situation. Gabriel lay beside him, her face still pressed into the bed, her body trembling with aftershocks. The air was thick with the scent of sex and divinity, a heady, profane perfume.
Slowly, Issei turned his head to look at her. Her blonde hair was a tangled, sweaty mess splayed across the cloud-like sheets. He reached out a hand and gently stroked the curve of her spine, feeling the delicate bumps of her vertebrae under his fingertips. She shivered at his touch.
"Gabriel-san," he murmured, his voice hoarse. "Come here. On top of me."
Gabriel lifted her head, her sapphire eyes glazed and unfocused. She blinked slowly, processing the request. Her usual serene logic was drowned under a sea of physical sensation, but the core directive remained: Comply. He is owed a repayment. Yet it was no longer an order she followed out of duty. A new, warm, hungry instinct was in control.
With a soft, exhausted sound, she pushed herself up. She moved with a languid, unhurried grace that was somehow even more erotic than her previous enthusiasm. She swung one impossibly long, perfect leg over his hips, straddling him. Her wet, well-used folds brushed against his abdomen, leaving a slick trail.
Issei guided his cock, which stood proudly between them, to her entrance. He looked up at her face, which was hovering above his, flushed and beautiful, her expression one of dazed wonder. "Now," he whispered, "bounce on it. Ride me."
Gabriel nodded, a faint, curious smile touching her lips. She lowered herself slowly, taking him inside inch by glorious inch. A soft, melodic sigh escaped her as she seated herself fully, feeling him fill her once again. Then, tentatively, she raised her hips and let herself drop back down.
"Ahn!" she gasped, her eyes widening. The sensation of controlling the penetration, of setting the pace, was new and intensely powerful. She did it again, a little faster this time.
Issei groaned, his hands flying to her hips to steady her. "That's it… just like that…"
Encouraged, Gabriel began to move in earnest. She found a rhythm, rising and falling on his shaft, her breasts swaying hypnotically with each motion. The smile on her face grew less curious and more genuinely, perversely joyful. A light of pure, unadulterated pleasure ignited in her eyes.
"This… this feels so good, Issei Hyoudou," she breathed, her voice a husky melody. "Rising and falling… feeling you inside me… it's wonderful!" She threw her head back, her golden curls cascading down her back, and let out a sweet, unrestrained moan as she bounced harder, driving him deeper with each descent.
"I'm glad," Issei grunted up at her, his own pleasure mounting. The sight was beyond anything he could have imagined. The Seraph Gabriel, riding him with a growing, innocent fervor, her perfect body on glorious display, a smile of carnal delight on her angelic face. "You're a natural."
He couldn't just lie there and take it. As she came down on him again, he thrust his hips upward to meet her, slamming into her from below.
Gabriel cried out, the combined force of their movements driving the breath from her lungs. "Yes! Like that! Do that!" she begged, her bouncing becoming more frantic, less controlled.
Issei's hands tightened on her hips, and he began to actively fuck up into her, matching her rhythm and then dominating it. They moved together in a perfectly synchronized, increasingly frenetic dance. The bed, which had borne silent witness to so much, now emitted a steady, rhythmic thump against the floor.
They were both smiling now, locked in a shared loop of pleasure. Gabriel's smile was one of stunned, addictive joy. Issei's was a lecherous grin of absolute conquest. Sweat glistened on their bodies, mingling as their stomachs slapped together.
"I'm close again, Gabriel," Issei warned, his thrusts becoming shorter, harder, more urgent.
"Inside!" she chanted, bouncing wildly. "Give it to me! All of it!"
With a final, powerful surge, he held her down on him and erupted. His release flooded her, another hot gush joining the vast reservoir already within her womb. Gabriel mewled, her body convulsing in a rippling orgasm that made her inner walls milk him for every last drop.
She collapsed forward onto his chest, panting heavily, a blissful, exhausted smile still plastered on her face. "So… good…" she mumbled into his skin.
Issei, breathing hard, wrapped his arms around her. He gently lifted her face from his chest. Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips swollen and parted. He raised his head from the pillow and captured her mouth with his own.
It was their first true kiss. Her lips were soft and yielding. For a moment, she froze, surprised by this new intimacy. Then, with a soft sigh, she melted into it. Issei's tongue slipped past her lips, and after a moment's hesitation, her own met it shyly.
As they kissed, deep and explorative, he began to move his hips again. His cock, still semi-hard inside her, stirred amidst the sea of their combined releases.
Gabriel moaned directly into his mouth, the vibration traveling straight to his core. She kissed him back with growing hunger, her naivety giving way to a raw, mimicked passion. Her tongue tangled with his, and she ground her hips against him, encouraging his shallow thrusts.
Issei held her tight, dominating the kiss, claiming her mouth as thoroughly as he had claimed the rest of her. He thrust up into her, the wet, sloshing sounds of their coupling a lewd accompaniment to their passionate lip-lock.
He could feel another orgasm building, a deep, rolling tide. He broke the kiss, both of them gasping for air, strings of saliva connecting their lips.
"Don't… stop…" Gabriel pleaded, her eyes dark with need.
"I won't," Issei promised. Then, in a move of pure athleticism and desire, he rolled them both off the bed.
He landed on his feet in a crouch, Gabriel still impaled on his cock, her legs wrapped around his waist, her arms locked around his neck. He stood up straight, lifting her fully off the ground. She was weightless in his arms, a heavenly burden.
"Hold on," he growled.
And he began to fuck her standing up.
He supported her weight with his hands under her ass, using the leverage to piston his hips forward. Each thrust lifted her slightly, her body bouncing in his grip. Gabriel cried out, her head falling back, her wings flapping weakly behind her for balance. This angle was even more intense, more consuming. He was hitting depths that made her see stars.
They stumbled together, a joined, moving sculpture of lust, until Gabriel's back met the cool, shimmering wall of her chamber. Issei pinned her there, using the wall for leverage as he hammered into her with brutal, driving force. The impact of his body against hers, the sound of skin on skin and their combined wetness, echoed off the celestial walls.
He kissed her again, a desperate, hungry clash of tongues and teeth as he fucked her against the wall of Heaven itself. They were a blasphemous fresco, a living sin against the pristine backdrop.
Needing air, they broke apart, panting into each other's mouths. "Harder!" Gabriel screamed, her celestial composure utterly annihilated. "Please, Issei! As hard as you can!"
With a roar that channeled the power of the Boosted Gear, Issei gave her exactly what she asked for. He thrust with everything he had, each drive a testament to his draconic power. Gabriel's screams scaled new heights, pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
The coil in his gut snapped. With a final, earth-shaking thrust that pressed her firmly into the wall, he came. Another volcanic eruption of semen filled her, so much and with such force that some of it couldn't be contained. Thick, white streams spilled out around the seal of their union, dripping down his balls and her inner thighs to splash onto the pristine, heavenly floor below.
Gabriel's scream peaked into a wordless, sustained cry of "YESSSS!" as her own climax tore through her, even more powerful than the last, leaving her twitching and convulsing in his arms, her mind utterly blank except for the overwhelming sensation of being filled to overflowing.
Issei held her there against the wall, both of them trembling, until his spasms subsided. Slowly, gently, he slid down the wall to his knees, cradling her in his lap, still intimately connected. They sat together on the floor, a puddle of their passion spreading beneath them, gasping for breath in the sacred silence. The repayment, it seemed, was an ongoing process with no end in sight.
Issei held Gabriel against the wall, both of them trembling, as the final aftershocks of their coupled climaxes subsided. The splatter of his excess release on the pristine floor was a stark, lewd contrast to the chamber’s usual purity. Slowly, his softening cock slipped from her well-stretched entrance with a wet, heavy sound, followed by a gush of their mingled fluids that traced warm paths down the inside of her thighs to join the puddle below.
Gabriel slumped against him, her body boneless, her breathing still ragged. Her wings drooped, feathers tousled. Issei kept her upright, his arms strong around her. His gaze traveled across the room and landed on a tall, freestanding mirror framed in what looked like solidified moonlight. A wicked idea, fueled by possessive pride and unspent lust, took hold.
He half-carried, half-guided her stumbling form toward the mirror. She moved in a daze, her feet shuffling through the small mess on the floor. He positioned her before the reflective surface, her back to his chest. Her sapphire eyes, glazed and unfocused, slowly lifted to see their reflection.
The image that greeted her was one of absolute, beautiful ruin.
Her heavenly beauty was still there, but it was now layered with the evidence of raw, mortal passion. Her flawless skin was flushed a deep, rosy pink from her hairline to her breasts. Sweat glistened on her collarbones and between the magnificent valleys of her chest. Her voluminous blonde hair was a wild, tangled mane, stuck to her skin in places. Her lips were kiss-swollen and parted.
And then there was the cum. It was everywhere. Streaks of it dried on her cheeks and chin from earlier. More glistened across the slopes of her breasts and stomach. A thick, pearlescent trickle leaked from the corner of her mouth. The most telling evidence was the steady, creamy flow seeping from her reddened, well-used sex down her inner thighs.
She looked utterly drenched, claimed, and debauched.
Issei’s hands came up to cup her massive breasts from behind, his fingers sinking into the impossibly soft flesh. He squeezed and kneaded, making her whimper softly. He then reached down between them, taking his cock, which was already stirring back to full, formidable hardness, and rubbed the thick, veiny length against her slick stomach, right in the center of the mirror’s view.
“Look,” he murmured into her ear, his voice a low, possessive rumble. “Look how big it is. Look what’s been inside you, Gabriel-san. This is what’s been giving you all that pleasure.”
Gabriel’s eyes, wide and captivated, stared at the reflection. She saw his large, rough hands fondling her divine curves. She saw his monstrous member, a flesh-and-blood symbol of their transgression, pressed against her cum-smeared abdomen. She saw her own face, not horrified, but filled with a kind of awestruck, sated wonder.
“I am… a mess,” she whispered, the words not an accusation, but a statement of profound fact.
“A beautiful mess,” Issei corrected, kissing her shoulder. “My mess.”
He guided himself downward, the head of his cock finding her dripping entrance once more in the mirror’s perfect view. Gabriel watched, mesmerized, as he pushed forward, watching herself be penetrated in real time. The visual feedback loop was devastatingly erotic. She could see the stretch, see his thickness disappear into her body, see the way her own expression shifted from wonder to a open-mouthed gasp of rekindled pleasure.
“Ah! A-again…!” she moaned, her head lolling back against his shoulder as he began to thrust.
Issei fucked her slowly, deliberately, making sure she could see every movement in the mirror. One hand remained on her breast, tweaking a nipple, while the other gripped her hip. His eyes were locked on their reflection, on the obscene, glorious sight of the Seraph being taken from behind.
“You see that?” he grunted, picking up speed. “You see how well you take it? You were made for this, Gabriel. Your Father didn’t just make you to lead choirs. He made this body… this perfect, sensitive body… to feel this.”
The blasphemous words, paired with the carnal visual and the deep, filling thrusts, shattered the last fragments of Gabriel’s celestial reserve. A smile, wide and genuine and utterly perverse, spread across her reflected face. Tears of overwhelmed pleasure gathered in her eyes.
“You… you must be… a gift from Him,” she gasped, the theology twisted by ecstasy. “A gift… to show me… pleasure I never knew… I could feel! Ah! YES!”
Her acceptance, her joyful corruption, was the final trigger. With a roar, Issei slammed into her one last time, pouring another hot, claiming load deep into her already flooded womb. Gabriel’s smile froze in a silent cry of ecstasy as she came again, her internal muscles fluttering wildly around his pulsing shaft.
He held her for a moment, both of them watching in the mirror as his cock twitched inside her, pumping his seed. Then, the dragon’s fire in his blood, still unsated and now sparked by a mad idea, roared anew.
“Not… done…” he panted. He pulled out, the sudden emptiness making Gabriel cry out in loss. In one smooth, powerful motion, he bent and hooked his arms under her knees, lifting her legs up and apart while supporting her back with his chest. He folded her into a deep, exposed ‘V’ shape, her back arched, her sex presented directly upward, her face tilted toward the ceiling in vulnerable ecstasy.
In this position, with her held aloft in his arms, he drove back into her with a single, powerful stroke.
Gabriel’s world dissolved into a white-hot pinpoint of sensation. The angle was impossibly deep, invasive, hitting places that made her entire body convulse. She couldn’t speak, couldn’t think. She could only moan, a continuous, high-pitched stream of sound that was pure, unadulterated feedback.
Issei began to thrust, powerful strokes that lifted her whole body with each movement. But it wasn’t enough. The dragon within him, the Boosted Gear, stirred.
[Boost!]
The familiar, empowering surge of energy coursed through him. But he didn’t channel it into strength or defense. He focused it entirely on his hips, on his speed.
His next thrust was a blur.
Gabriel’s moan hitched, then escalated into a shriek. The pleasure, already overwhelming, suddenly multiplied, coming in rapid, successive waves with each lightning-fast penetration. It was too much, too fast. Her mind short-circuited, surrendering completely to the physical onslaught.
[Boost!!] [Boost!!!]
He kept boosting, not his power, but his rhythm. His thrusts became a continuous, jackhammering vibration. To an outside observer, it would have looked like her body was vibrating in his grip. Her breasts became a frenzied blur of pale flesh in the air. The sounds of their union escalated from wet slaps to a single, sustained, humming drone of flesh on flesh.
“ISSEI! YES! YES! YES! YES!” Gabriel screamed, the word becoming a frantic, breathless chant that matched his impossible pace. Her eyes had rolled back, showing only white. Her mind was gone, replaced by a feedback loop of sheer, kinetic pleasure.
Issei felt his own climax building, a pressure unlike any before. It wasn't a wave; it was a dam about to burst. In his frenzy, he made one last, insane decision.
He focused the next boost not on his speed, but on the very essence of his impending release.
[BOOSTED… CUM SHOT!]
The moment his orgasm hit, it was not a series of pulses. It was a catastrophic, pressurized FLOOD.
A geyser of semen, magnified a hundredfold by the boosted gear’s power, erupted from him into Gabriel’s waiting womb. The volume was inhuman. He could feel it, see it in the way her previously flat, toned stomach instantly began to distend. It rounded, swelling outward as if she were inflating like a balloon.
Within seconds, her abdomen was grotesquely, beautifully bloated, taut and round as if she were eight months pregnant with a single, massive load of his seed. The sheer volume forced some of it back out around his still-pumping cock, cascading in thick rivers down her thighs and his.
The sensation of being filled to absolute, breathtaking capacity triggered a final, cataclysmic orgasm in Gabriel that locked her entire body into a rigid arch, a silent scream on her lips, before she went completely, utterly limp in his arms.
Gasping, his legs trembling from the effort and the mind-blowing release, Issei staggered to the bed. He laid her down gently on her back. Her inflated stomach dominated her form, a clear, obscene monument to what he had just done. He finally pulled out, and as he did, the dam broke.
He was still cumming.
The boosted orgasm wasn't over. Even after filling her womb to bursting, torrents of leftover semen shot from him in powerful, wasting arcs. They splashed across her swollen belly, her breasts, her face, her spread thighs. He painted her with it, covering every inch of her divine form in a second, glazing layer of white. It went on for what felt like a full minute, a seemingly endless fountain of virility until, at last, he was spent, truly and completely spent.
He collapsed to his knees beside the bed, panting, his mind reeling. Holy hell… I gotta… never do that again… The drain was immense, but the satisfaction was primal and absolute.
He looked up at Gabriel.
She lay perfectly still, her body a landscape of glistening white. Her stomach was still dramatically rounded. Her face was frozen in a perfect, blissful ahegao expression: eyes rolled back, tongue lolling slightly from her swollen lips, a faint, perverted smile etched onto her features. She wasn't moving. She wasn't breathing.
A jolt of panic cut through Issei’s satisfaction. “Gabriel-san?”
No response. He reached out, a finger to her neck. A pulse, slow and steady, thumped under his fingertip. She was alive. But he had fucked her unconscious. The realization hit him, and with it came a wave of such immense, egotistical triumph that he almost laughed aloud. He, Issei Hyoudou, had rendered the Seraph Gabriel, the most beautiful being in Heaven, utterly senseless with pleasure.
He took a steadying breath. He couldn’t leave her like this. Using the last dregs of his energy, he whispered a simple cleaning spell Azazel had taught him—a handy trick for post-combat messes. A soft, blue light washed over Gabriel’s form. The layers of cum dissolved, vanishing without a trace. Her swollen belly deflated slowly back to its perfect, flat state as the spell responsibly dispersed the excess fluids. The sweat and tears were wiped away.
She now looked as if she were in a deep, peaceful sleep. Her hair was restored to its soft golden cascade. Her skin was flawless once more. Only two things remained: the faint, satisfied smile on her lips, and the scent of sex that still hung heavy in the air.
Issei stood, his own body clean from the spell, and dressed quietly. He took one last look at the sleeping Seraph, a profound sense of completion settling over him. The apology had been repaid, in full and then some. He walked to the door, carefully removed the magic doorknob, and replaced it with the original. The protective bubble popped with a barely perceptible sigh.
He slipped out of the chamber, closing the door softly behind him, leaving Gabriel to her dreams, unaware that their union had already set in motion consequences that would soon become very, very visible.
The call came four days after Issei returned from Heaven. He was in the middle of a tense-but-friendly video game battle with Koneko and Gasper, Rias and Akeno observing with amusement, when his phone buzzed with an unknown, yet strangely solemn number.
“Hyoudou Issei speaking?”
“Issei Hyoudou.” The voice on the other end was crisp, formal, and carried an undercurrent of deep concern. It was Griselda Quarta. “Your presence is required in Heaven. Immediately. It concerns Seraph Gabriel.”
Issei’s blood ran cold. The controller slipped from his fingers, earning a distracted ‘Huh?’ from Gasper on-screen. His mind flashed to the last sight of Gabriel—cleaned, sleeping, with that blissful smile. Had the magic doorknob failed somehow? Had she Fallen? Was she sick from their… vigorous activities?
“W-what’s wrong? Is she okay?” he asked, trying to keep the panic from his voice. Rias looked up, her crimson eyes narrowing in concern at his tone.
“She has secluded herself in her chambers for the past three days. She refuses all visitors, even myself or Michael-sama. She will not speak, she will not eat. The only thing she has communicated, repeatedly, is a request for you.” Griselda’s voice was strained. “We are… gravely concerned. A portal will open for you at the usual coordinates in ten minutes.”
The call ended. Issei stared at the phone.
“Issei?” Rias asked, setting her teacup down. “What’s happening?”
“I, uh… gotta go to Heaven. Gabriel-san needs me for… something. Emergency stuff!” he stammered, already heading for the door. “Don’t wait up!”
The expressions on his harem’s faces—confusion from Asia, sharp scrutiny from Rias and Akeno, blank suspicion from Koneko—followed him out, adding to the heavy pit of dread in his stomach.
The trip to Heaven was a blur of anxiety. Griselda met him at the gateway, her expression more pinched than he’d ever seen it. “Follow me. Quickly. And please, prepare yourself.”
They moved through the luminous halls at a brisk pace, Brave Saints giving them wide, worried berth. The atmosphere was thick with divine anxiety. They arrived at Gabriel’s door—the same door where he’d installed the magic doorknob. Now it just looked like a normal, beautiful door, shut tight.
Griselda knocked softly. “Gabriel-sama? Issei Hyoudou is here.”
There was a moment of silence, then the sound of a lock clicking. The door opened just a crack, and a single, luminous blue eye peered out. It was Gabriel. She looked… tired, but otherwise fine. Relief washed over Issei.
“Issei,” she said, her voice soft but clear. “Come in. Alone.”
Griselda gave a stiff, worried nod and stepped back. Issei slipped inside, and Gabriel closed the door behind him, locking it again.
He turned, ready to ask what was wrong, but the words died in his throat.
Gabriel stood before him, dressed in a simple, flowing white robe. She did look pale and a bit wan, dark circles under her eyes, but her smile was radiant, filled with a joy so profound it made her already divine beauty somehow more intense.
But that wasn't what stopped his heart.
It was the bed.
Her large, cloud-like bed, usually pristine, was now a nest of soft, divine-looking blankets. And on those blankets, arranged in a careful row, were seven tiny, sleeping forms.
Babies.
Four boys and three girls, as best as he could tell. They were swaddled in soft white cloth, each no bigger than his forearm. They had tufts of hair in varying shades, from Gabriel’s platinum blonde to his own dark brown, and some a mixture in between. Their features were a perfect, adorable blend: Gabriel’s delicate nose and jawline, his own sharper eyes (currently closed in sleep), and a certain roundness of cheek that was all their own.
But it was their aura, their feel, that confirmed the impossible. Even in their slumber, Issei’s heightened senses, attuned through his draconic and devil heritage, could feel it. A harmonious, yet chaotic, blend of three overwhelming energies: the serene, holy light of Angels, the fierce, passionate power of Devils, and the ancient, primordial fire of Dragons. These children were of him. And of her.
His legs felt weak. He stumbled forward, his eyes locked on the seven infants. “Gabriel-san… what…?”
“I do not know how, Issei,” she said, gliding over to the bed and looking down at the babies with utter, maternal adoration. She gently stromed the cheek of one of the girls, who made a soft cooing sound. “After you left, I slept for a long time. When I awoke, I felt… strange. Queasy. My divine energy felt turbulent. Days passed, and the feeling grew. My stomach… it did not swell like a mortal pregnancy, but it felt full of light. Then, last night, on the ninth day since you were here, I felt a warmth, a glow from within me. It was not painful. It was… beautiful. And then, one by one, in a shower of gentle light, they came to be.”
She looked at Issei, her sapphire eyes sparkling with tears of joy. “Our children, Issei. Yours and mine. They are healthy. They are perfect. I have named them already: Michaela, Raphael, Auriel, Cassiel, Sariel, Remiel, and Ddraigiel.”
The names, a mix of Archangels and a clear nod to his own partner, slammed into him with the force of a falling star. Seven. Seven children. Nine days. The timeline matched. The supernatural energies involved—his boosted, draconic virility, her immense celestial power, the complete and repeated seeding of her womb—must have triggered a rapid, miraculous gestation. These weren’t just any children; they were demigods of unprecedented heritage.
He stepped closer, drawn to them. He looked at each tiny face. They were, without a doubt, the cutest things he had ever seen. A powerful, instinctive swell of pride and protectiveness surged in his chest. He reached out a tentative finger, and one of the boys—Raphael, perhaps—grabbed it with a surprising grip, still asleep.
A smile broke across Issei’s face. Then, like a bucket of ice water, the realization followed.
He had to tell people.
He had to tell Michel if he ever comes back. He had to tell the Angels that their leader, the virgin Seraph, had given birth to seven hybrid babies. He had to tell Heaven that he, Issei Hyoudou, a Devil and a Dragon, was the father.
And he had to go home. He had to look Rias, Akeno, Asia, Xenovia, Irina, Rossweisse, Koneko, Kuroka and his other harem member in the eye and explain why Gabriel, who wasn’t even part of his peerage or his official harem, was now the mother of his firstborn children. Seven of them.
His harem, who had been so patient, who dreamed of having his children one day, who were fighting for his attention and planning their futures with him… they would be beyond furious. They would be devastated. They would be murderous.
The smile vanished from his face. His blood, which had warmed with paternal feeling, ran cold again. He looked from Gabriel’s blissful, oblivious smile to the seven perfect infants, then down at his own hands—the hands that had caused all of this.
He gulped, the sound loud in the quiet room. The proud father was suddenly, acutely aware that he was also the dead man walking.
“They’re… amazing, Gabriel-san,” he said, his voice weak. “Truly.”
“I am so happy,” she sighed, completely missing the terror in his eyes. “I feel a purpose I never knew was missing. Though,” she added, a faint blush on her cheeks, “I find I am already craving another ‘apology session’ to perhaps… ensure they have siblings.”
Issei stared at her, then at the seven babies. He thought of Rias’s crimson glare, Akeno’s sadistic smile as she wielded lightning, Koneko’s bone-crushing hugs, Xenovia’s Durandal, Rossweisse’s runic traps…
His gulp this time felt like it swallowed his entire heart.
The Heavenly Repayment was complete. The Heavenly Reckoning was about to begin.