Morgana: The Mother Of All

The world shattered into a million shards of crimson light and raw sensation.

Jael's mind, a pristine fortress of duty and divine order, crumbled. The teachings, the oaths, the very concept of Uriel's purity—they were sandcastles against a tidal wave of molten need.

"Mmmmph!" she whimpered into his mouth, the sound swallowed by his hungry kiss. Her sword arm, once steady and true, now trembled, the weapon clattering to the stone floor with a sound that was both final and insignificant.

Caelus's kiss wasn't gentle. It was a conquest. A claiming. It tasted of sin and desperation and a hunger so profound it made her bones ache. His tongue, a sacred instrument now defiled, explored her mouth with an ownership that should have revolted her. Instead, it ignited a fire in her belly she never knew existed.

'What... is... this... feeling?'

She wondered but ultimately didn't care.

Not because her mind was corrupted, no. At least not yet.

Because of this feeling, this desire, it felt... right. It felt more real than a century of silent prayer, more vital than the light of Uriel herself. It was the missing piece, the empty space she never knew she had, now filled to bursting with a searing, aching pleasure.

Morgana is the goddess of this world; her influence in the mortal plane is much stronger than Uriel's.

Moreover, women are more susceptible to lust than men.

Jael was a virgin. A being of pure light, never touched, never desired. The concept of lust, of physical pleasure, was an abstract evil to be purged.

Until now.

Caelus's hands were no longer content with her arm. They roamed, tracing the contours of her silver armor like a predator learning its prey. One hand slid down her back, pressing her against the hardened length of his own arousal, a blatant, undeniable proof of his own fall from grace. The other rose, cupping the back of her neck, his fingers tangling in her brown hair, holding her captive for his plundering kiss.

But then she pulled back. A string of saliva connecting their lips. Her golden eyes, once bright with divine purpose, were now dark, hazy, and wide with a terrifying, thrilling confusion. Her chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged, shallow pants. A fierce blush, crimson like the dungeon's light, stained her pale cheeks.

"Brother Caelus..." she gasped, her voice a trembling whisper. "What... what are you doing? We... we must..."

"!!!" Caelus suddenly snapped out of his trance as if he had just woken up from a dream.

He swiftly separated himself from the female angel, backing away as if she were fire.

"Hii!!" Jael too snapped back and looked at him with wide eyes.

Caelus was the source of the lust corruption, and when he separated from her, the influence on her vanished.

"S-sister Jael! Forgive me," Caelus stammered, his face a mask of horror. "I... I don't know what came over me. The core's influence... It's stronger than I thought."

He was in denial. He was an angel, a soldier of Uriel. He couldn't possibly have such filthy thoughts on his own. It had to be the dungeon.

"L-listen to me," Caelus said, his voice strained. "We must destroy the core quickly. It is trying to corrupt us."

"Y-yes," Jael nodded, her mind racing. The brief moment of pleasure she felt was already fading, replaced by a cold, gnawing dread. She picked up her sword, her grip firm, her stance guarded. "Let us finish this."

But as they both turned to face the pulsating crimson core, Caelus felt it again. A warmth spreading through his loins, a whisper in the back of his mind that promised release, promised ecstasy.

'Just one more taste,' the whisper seduced. 'She wants it. Look at her. She's already wet for you.'

'NO! I am an angel of the goddess Uriel!' he screamed internally, but his body was already responding.

His gaze drifted to Jael again.

She stood there, her back to him, her posture stiff, her sword held ready.

But all he could see was the curve of her ass, perfectly outlined by the silver armor. He imagined gripping it, spreading her cheeks, and plunging into her tight, untouched heat.

'Enough!' he roared at himself, shaking his head to clear the sinful thoughts. He had to focus. He had to destroy the core.

Unfortunately for him.

Badump!

Morgana happened to choose this exact moment to send him that burst of divine energy.

Badump! Badump! Badump!

His heart pounded like a war drum, each beat a hammer strike against the walls of his divine restraint. His golden eyes turned a deep shade of red, his wings unfurled, one black feather now standing out like a drop of ink on a pristine page.

His brain simply stopped functioning. The years of training, the vows of chastity, the unwavering devotion to Uriel—they were all gone, wiped away by a tidal wave of pure, unadulterated lust.

He was no longer an angel of light.

He was a creature of desire.

And he desired Jael.

"Kyaaah~" she cried out as Caelus, with a speed that defied even his angelic grace, was on her again.

He didn't bother with a kiss this time. He was too far gone for such pleasantries.

He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her into the ground. The impact knocked the wind out of her, her vision swimming with crimson and black dots.

"Brother... Caelus... st-stop..." she gasped, her hands clawing at his iron grip, her mind a whirlwind of fear and... something new.

He ignored her pleas, his free hand tearing at her silver armor like it was paper. The metal groaned and warped under his unnatural strength, peeling away to reveal the pale, flawless skin beneath.

Her breasts sprang free, perky and round, the nipples already hardening in the cool, damp air of the dungeon.

"So beautiful," he growled, a sound that was more beast than angel. "So... pure."

Then he lowered his head, his hot mouth wrapping around a taut peak, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.

"AHHHH~! NO~! PLEASE~! THAT'S... THAT'S... AHHHHH~!" Jael's protest turned into a strangled moan as a current of pure, electrifying pleasure shot through her body, her back arching off the ground, her hips bucking involuntarily.

This was wrong. This was a violation.

But it felt so good.

Jael's world narrowed to the scorching wet heat of Caelus's mouth on her breast, his tongue swirling mercilessly around the aching nipple. Each flick sent lightning bolts straight to her core, a molten ache building between her thighs that she couldn't—didn't want to—ignore.

"No… Brother… we can't…"

His grip on her throat loosened, just enough to allow her to breathe, to gasp, to moan. It was a concession born not of mercy, but of a deeper, more selfish need to hear the sounds of her surrender.

'No... this can't be... Uriel, forgive me...'

But the goddess's light felt distant now, a flickering candle against the dungeon's crimson inferno. Morgana's essence pulsed in the air, thick and insidious, weaving through her veins like liquid silk. It whispered promises of bliss, of surrender, of a pleasure purer than any divine mandate.

Caelus growled against her skin, the vibration rumbling through her chest. His hand released her throat, trailing down her quivering stomach, fingers hooking into the waistband of her lower armor. With a savage yank, he ripped it away, exposing her completely. Her legs splayed wide from the force, revealing the slick, glistening folds of her untouched pussy, already weeping with traitorous need.

"Br-Brother... please... we are angels... this is..." Jael's words dissolved into a whimper as his fingers brushed her clit, a feather-light touch that made her hips jerk upward like a puppet on strings.

'AHHH~! What... What is this heat? It burns... it feels... divine...'

She clawed at the stone floor, nails scraping uselessly, her body arching into his touch even as her mind screamed denial. Virgin purity shattered under the onslaught—years of celibate devotion reduced to desperate, grinding need.

Caelus didn't hesitate. Two fingers plunged into her tight heat, stretching her, claiming her depths with ruthless precision. She was soaked, her walls clenching greedily around the invasion, sucking him deeper as if her body had been waiting lifetimes for this defilement.

"NGHAAA~! TOO... TOO DEEP~!" Jael wailed, tears streaming down her flushed cheeks, mixing with the sweat beading on her skin. Her golden eyes rolled back, lashes fluttering, as he pumped in and out, his thumb circling her swollen clit. Each thrust built the pressure, coiling tighter, hotter, a bomb ticking toward detonation.

"You're mine now," Caelus snarled, freeing his throbbing cock from his armor. It sprang free, massive and veined, the tip glistening with pre-cum, pulsing with the same crimson light as the core. The black feather on his wing twitched, as if alive, feeding on the depravity.

He positioned himself at her entrance, the blunt head nudging her folds, teasing her dripping slit.

"NOOO~! DON'T~! WE CAN'T— AHHHHHHH~!"

He thrust in with one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Her maiden barrier tore like wet parchment, but the pain was eclipsed by a flood of ecstasy that whited out her vision. She was filled, stretched impossibly full, his cock throbbing against her innermost walls.

"YES~! More... harder... fuck me..."

BOOOM!

Wild, untamed lust energy simply exploded the moment they were fully joined. This wasn't something as simple as having sex.

No!

The purity concept in them was simply shattered and replaced by the lust concept.

It felt like they were born anew.

In truth, it was, but it was more like they were falling.

Falling from the heavens and landing on the ground of reality.

Falling from the pure, divine, white-feathered angels into the lustful, black-feathered fallen ones.

Neither Caelus nor Jael noticed the changes because they were lost in their carnal desires.

No longer pure.

And once they returned to the City of Silver, they would be seeds of corruption.

If Morgana knew, she would jump with joy.

More angels to breed.

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