Debauchery In A Woman's World

Ethan's mind flashed back to the moment when he was riding Celine in the sky, and saw Artis lying helplessly on the grass. Seeing her so close to death from a distance, his instinct was to rush in and fight Rachel and Rochel. However, that would be a bad idea.

"Master, I can fight my sisters for you," Celine said sincerely, echoing his thought. "However, I cannot guarantee favorable results of the battle. Or the survival of your dear ones."

Cassandra suggested that Ethan use HOME. Its doors could be used as portals to rescue Artis and her pups. Even seasoned heavenly assassins like Rachel and Rochel had never seen such magic.

Ethan also remembered the moment Artis opened her eyes in the cabin. The instant her golden-green gaze met his, the system pinged immediately and abruptly.

[Challenge: Unholy Orgy] [A sexual union between a human, a dark nymph, and an angel]

[Reward: Choice of new spell from User2: Cassie]

[Reward: 10 Faith Points (Celine)]

[Reward: ?]

One of the rewards was a surprise, which is why it was redacted, or perhaps it was a random selection.

Ethan was more intrigued by the choice of spell from Cassie. Until now, no new spells had loaded in Cassie's grimoire section.

The ones he already possessed were Vanchsneff Nachtaal (Reveal the secret), Periroas Kiklae Mutatium (hero cycle revision), Reditus Anima (return soul), Lapor (boil and fry), Liquisha (melt), Secas (cut), Anima sans (self-healing), and finally, the most powerful—Magmatis stagnum (magma puddle).

To power up and prepare to fight the angels, Ethan needed something more substantial up his sleeve. This could be his chance.

The Cromwell heir had dismissed the notification then, too focused on Artis' treatment and the rowdy boys. But now, with the cubs safely romping in the woods and the geyser's steam cloaking the clearing, it was time to complete it.

Artis stood naked before him, her skin still flushed from tears and vulnerability. Her long green hair spilled over her shoulders, framing her full, heavy breasts that rose and fell with each shaky breath.

The stump of her right shoulder drew Ethan's eye, but it only made the rest of her seem more fiercely beautiful. She was like a beautiful painting with a section torn off.

Artis seemed to mature every time he had a reunion with her. Now, she had wider hips, thicker thighs. The soft green curls between her legs still glistened from his earlier teasing touch.

Celine, equally bare now, loomed behind her like a behemoth. The fallen angel's golden armor lay discarded in the grass. Her body was obscene perfection.

Celine's enormous breasts swayed freely, her puffy pink nipples already hard, and her powerful thighs straining in anticipation. Platinum silver hair cascaded down her back to her wings which were half-spread, the feathers trembling.

Ethan stepped close, sandwiching Artis gently between him and Celine. He kissed her lips first, slowly, deeply, and lovingly, tasting the salt of her tears.

"You're still the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he murmured against her lips. "And I'm going to show you how horny you make me."

Artis melted into the kiss, her remaining hand sliding up his chest. Behind her, Celine pressed forward, her soft, pillowy breasts pressing against Artis's back.

The angel's hands glided over the nymph's sides, her tracing curves with hunger. Ethan felt Artis shiver as Celine's lips brushed her neck, her sweet, warm breath sending goosebumps across the pale skin.

The trio moved together like a slow dance. Ethan guided them down onto the soft grass near the geyser as the steam curled around their bodies like a veil.

He lay Artis on her back, kissing down her throat, lingering at her breasts. He suckled greedily on one nipple while his hand kneaded the other. She arched her body, moaning softly, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Celine knelt between Artis's thighs, spreading them gently. The angel's tongue traced slow, worshipful circles around the nymph's clit, tasting her sweetness.

Artis gasped, her hips bucking in response. Ethan watched them, almost salivating. His proud wolf queen's defenses were collapsing under a fallen angel's mouth.

He moved up to kiss Artis again, swallowing her moans. "I can't tell you how much I want you," he whispered. "I can't wait for it."

"I can't wait too," his partner murmured, affectionately touching the erection poking against her. "Please make love to me."

Ethan entered Artis slowly, filling her inch by inch while Celine lapped at where they joined, her tongue flicking both of them. Artis's vaginal walls clenched around him, hot and wet, drawing a groan from his throat. Regardless of her weakness, she was a mighty beast between her legs.

Ethan had to step up his game. He fastened his thrusts and then deepened them as he got even harder. Artis met him in the middle eagerly, her legs wrapping around his waist, urging him on.

"Your face seems to be idle," he told her, gesturing for the angel to fix the situation.

Celine rose from her position, spread her legs over Artis, and sat down straight on her mouth, straddling her face. She let her dripping folds find the nymph's eager tongue. Artis licked at her hungrily, her hand gripping one of Celine's thick thighs.

The air was filled with wet sounds. Slaps of skin, muffled moans, and filthy praises echoed over the grass.

"Fuck her harder, Master," Celine panted, grinding down on Artis's tongue. "She can handle more."

Ethan obliged, pounding into Artis with raw force. The collision of bodies itself began creating tiny shockwaves. Her breasts bounced wildly, her green hair splayed across the grass like a halo.

The Cromwell hair generated phantom arms from his magic, reached up, and grabbed Celine's massive breasts. The action caused loud splotches, as if he were tackling water balloons. The angel cried out in response. "Ahhhh!"

Almost half an hour had already passed, and they still kept going. Ethan pucked Artis doggy style as she supported herself on one arm. Sweat made their bodies slick and shiny. Steam clung to their burning skin.

Ethan felt that he was close to orgasm, and so he pulled out suddenly from his partner's pussy, his cock glistening as if it were just dipped in honey.

"Artis!" he growled. "There is only one way this magical ritual will work. Shift as far as you can, and then merge with Celine, becoming her second skin."

Artis looked confused at first, but then she gathered what was expected from her. Her eyes glowed with understanding and lust. She focused and strained her transformation, her body rippling.

Fur sprouted in patches over her body; her ears sharpened, and a tail flicked into existence a few inches above the hole Ethan was fucking.

Artis' nails lengthened into claws, but the shift stalled halfway like before. However, this time, she jumped like a feline, pressing her front fully against Celine's back.

Then the merge began. It was liquid, erotic, and looked impossible.

Artis's skin softened, turning translucent and silvery-green, flowing like living mercury over Celine's body. She poured herself across the angel's shoulders, down her spine, wrapping around her massive breasts like a second layer of skin. It was like a skin-tight, but soft superhero suit.

Artis, in her skin form, accentuated every curve of Celine. Her essence even seeped into the angel's wings, darkening the tips and making them more lustrous.

Artis's tail fused along Celine's lower back, lengthening into an appendage tipped with soft fur. The angel's form grew even more exaggerated, with her breasts swelling fuller and her nipples darkening. The hips widenedimpossibly as if to accommodate a dozen children.

Celine's eyes flashed green-gold, and horns of polished silver sprouted from her forehead, curling elegantly. She became a hybrid goddess of pure sex—taller, curvier, and radiating raw fertility and corruption.

Ethan stared, his cock throbbing painfully. The transformed creature—Celine wearing Artis like living armor—turned to him, her voice layered with both women's tones, husky and desperate.

"Take us, Ethan."

He didn't hesitate. He pushed the hybrid beast onto all fours. The tail lifted invitingly, exposing the wet, pulsating holes. Ethan slammed his dick inside.

For her partner's enjoyment, the Celine hybrid pressed her vaginal muscles together, offering the maximum resistance. Ethan felt like his penis was put through a grinder.

He groaned at the impossible tightness, but powered through with sheer strength. He began fucking her savagely. His hands gripped her silver-green hips, pulling her body back only to drive deeper into her cunt.

The hybrid screamed in dual voices, her wings flaring wide, and the massive breasts swinging heavily beneath. Each thrust sent ripples through the silver-green skin, Artis's essence quivering in ecstasy.

Celine's tail wrapped around Ethan's thigh, stabilising his movements and giving him more thrust power. Artis's consciousness moaned directly into his mind through their bond. "Fuck me! Destroy me! Breed me!"

Ethan's pace became brutal. His balls slapped against the slick flesh as the geyser ahead of them hissed in rhythm. "Now," he snarled.

All three of them peaked in orgasm together.

The hybrid body convulsed, her walls clamping down in violent spasms around Ethan's monstrous cock. He buried himself to the hilt, deep inside her. He came in thick ropes of dense semen, flooding her loins. Artis's merged essence drank up everything like a sponge, greedily milking him.

At that moment, light exploded from their sexual union. When it faded, the merge reversed with a pop. Artis flowed off Celine like liquid silk, pooling on the grass before reforming into her human shape. She collapsed onto her back, her chest heaving, and her legs still trembling from the intensity.

"You are a force of nature, Ethan Cromwell," she panted.

But her right side was no longer empty. A new arm had filled the vacuum, having grown into a perfect, slender limb.

It was slightly different, having a silver sheen from shoulder to fingertips. Veins of green energy pulsed beneath the surface. She flexed it experimentally, her claws extending and retracting.

"It worked," she gasped, laughing through happy tears. "I'm whole again!"

As Artis lunged on Ethan, kissing his lips in gratitude, Celine, now turned back to her normal angelic form, crawled forward submissively. She took Ethan's softening cock into her mouth without reluctance, cleaning him thoroughly. Her tongue swirled around its circumference, her lips sucking gently, while her eyes remained lowered in devotion to the master.

Artis sat up, admiring her new silver arm, then looked at Ethan with shining eyes. "Thank you, my love. From the bottom of my heart."

As Ethan nodded, still unable to speak out of pleasure from Celine's cleaning job, Artis smiled wider and added. "And congratulations."

Ethan raised a brow, stroking Celine's hair as the angel continued her worship. "Thanks isn't necessary. We're family. But why are you congratulating me? Did something happen?"

Artis placed her new silver hand on Celine's belly, her eyes glowing softly. "Because your pet angel is pregnant. I can already feel the fetus growing fast. It's part human, part dark nymph, and part angel."