Chapter 1021 – The Archangel in His Bed (18+)
At his home on Earth, Alex lies in his own room, the world outside silent and ordinary compared to the vastness he rules. Yuka enters quietly, her black eyes gleaming with affection and desire. She slips under the sheets beside him and presses close, whispering that tonight she wants to belong to him as only his Archangel should.
They kiss, the moment building naturally into raw intimacy. Yuka straddles him, moving with eagerness and devotion, each breath a mix of pleasure and reverence. As she rides him, Alex's divine sense stretches instinctively across the stars — and he feels it. Another invasion of World Frontier.
In the void, fleets clash, fortresses awaken, and yet again entire civilizations are reduced to ash within minutes. He watches it distantly, detached, before Yuka's voice pulls him back.
"Father… is something wrong?" she asks softly, sensing his distraction even as her body trembles atop his.
Alex strokes her cheek, calm and unbothered. "Nothing. Just another invasion. They're already dead."
Her lips part, eyes widening, then she smiles faintly, relieved by his composure. She leans down to kiss him deeply. Alex grips her waist and pulls her down harder, resuming their rhythm with greater intensity.
For Yuka, the galaxy means nothing compared to him. For Alex, the death of empires is less important than the warmth of his Archangel's body wrapped around his own. The night ends in her cries of devotion, her body collapsing against his chest as he fills her womb, leaving no room for doubt — she is his, and nothing else matters.
After hours of relentless intimacy, Alex continues to move inside Yuka until her body finally gives in. Her moans fade into shallow breaths, her strength exhausted. She clings to him even in her dreams, murmuring his name faintly before slipping into deep sleep, her body still trembling from being filled so many times.
Alex looks down at her, resting peacefully against his chest, his seed still warm inside her womb. The galaxy outside continues to rage — invasions, fortresses, empires trembling — but here, in his Earthly home, there is only quiet.
He brushes a strand of black hair from her face and thinks nothing of the dead fleets. For him, they are already forgotten. What matters is that his Archangel sleeps in his arms, claimed and secure.
And though she sleeps, Alex is not done. His gaze lingers on her body, already stirring again, the chapter still ongoing…
Yuka had finally fallen asleep, her body too spent to continue. Her breathing was soft, steady, her small frame curled against him like a child clinging to safety. Yet her body told another story — her womb heavy with his seed, her skin flushed, the glow of their bond still radiating faintly even in rest.
Alex, however, wasn't finished.
He shifted slightly, careful not to wake her, and slid back inside her. Her body, already molded to him after hours of union, welcomed him without resistance. Yuka stirred faintly in her sleep, a quiet whimper escaping her lips, but she didn't wake — her exhaustion held her too deeply.
Alex moved slowly at first, savoring the sensation of taking his Archangel even as she dreamed. Each thrust drew out soft, unconscious sounds from her throat, her body reacting instinctively to him even without awareness. Her legs shifted, opening wider in her sleep, as if her very being was trained to accept him no matter her state.
The night stretched on like this: Yuka asleep, murmuring his name in fragments, her body trembling under his steady rhythm. Alex kissed her forehead, claiming her again and again, indifferent to the galaxy outside. Armies could march, empires could fall, invasions could die on the walls of World Frontier — none of it mattered. Only this moment, only his Archangel beneath him, belonged to him absolutely.
And even in sleep, she did.
Yuka lay asleep, her black hair spread across the pillow, lips parted slightly as she breathed softly. Her small body clung unconsciously to him even in slumber, the glow of exhaustion and devotion still written across her flushed skin.
Alex's desire, however, hadn't faded.
He shifted, sliding his cock back into her. Her body responded instinctively — her walls tightening around him despite the fact she was lost in dreams. A muffled whimper escaped her throat, but she didn't wake. Instead, her legs twitched and parted wider on their own, as if even unconscious she knew her place: to accept him.
Alex moved with steady rhythm, savoring the contrast — her mind asleep, but her body alive beneath his thrusts. Each push drew a quiet moan, her breathing catching before slipping back into soft murmurs. She whispered fragments in her sleep — "Father… more… don't stop…" — her devotion etched so deeply into her soul that even dreams couldn't silence it.
He pressed her knees higher, folding her small body beneath him, pounding her deeper until her breasts jiggled with each thrust. Even asleep, her pussy clenched around him, milking his cock as if begging for more seed. He obliged, filling her womb once again, his warmth spilling inside her until it overflowed, seeping down her thighs.
Still, he didn't stop.
He turned her onto her stomach, pulling her hips up so her ass was raised while her face remained buried in the pillow. She stirred faintly, a broken moan leaving her lips, but never woke. Alex gripped her waist and drove into her again, harder this time, watching her petite frame shudder helplessly with each thrust. His balls slapped against her with wet sounds, mixing with the steady drip of cum from her already-flooded pussy.
Her body trembled in her sleep, her fingers clutching at the sheets, her voice breaking into faint moans — unconscious pleasure written into every movement. He bent over her back, biting at her neck, whispering in her ear:
"You are mine, even in your dreams."
He spilled into her again, pumping her full, watching her belly twitch as his load filled her womb. Her legs quivered, collapsing beneath her, but Alex pulled her against his chest and rolled her onto her side, sliding back in without pause.
The night became endless. Yuka never truly woke, only moaned and murmured his name, her body used in every position — on her back, on her side, on her stomach, legs folded against her chest, spread wide over the edge of the bed. Every time he climaxed inside her, he started again, relentless, claiming his Archangel even as she slept peacefully in his arms.
Outside, the world turned, empires trembled, invasions died — but here in Alex's home, time stood still. There was only the sound of their bodies, his seed flooding her womb again and again, and her soft voice whispering "Father…" in dreams.
The night refused to end.
Every time Alex finished inside her, he would hold her close for a breath… then slip back in, his cock hard again almost instantly. Yuka's body reacted each time, no matter that she was deep in sleep. Her pussy would tighten, her hips would roll faintly, her voice would leak soft, dreamlike moans — as though her soul itself refused to stop serving him.
She murmured his name over and over, sometimes whispering "Father… more…" sometimes sighing "I'm yours…" as though her dreams were shaped by the way he used her.
Alex shifted her through endless positions, never giving her body rest:
On her back with her legs pressed to her chest, his thrusts shaking her entire body.On her side, one leg over his shoulder, her womb flooded again and again.Face-down on the bed, ass raised, his hips slamming into her until the sheets were soaked.Straddling her even while she slept, grinding deep into her womb as her arms wrapped around him unconsciously.
The bed creaked, the sheets were drenched, and the room filled with the constant sounds of skin meeting skin. Hours passed, yet Alex never tired.
Yuka, even asleep, surrendered without hesitation — her body twitching, her pussy clenching, her voice breaking in whimpers and faint cries. Sometimes she shifted in her sleep to hold him tighter. Sometimes she smiled faintly as though she was dreaming of him even while he was inside her.
Every release only marked the beginning of the next. Her womb was endlessly filled, seed overflowing each time, dripping onto the sheets, yet Alex simply drove back in and claimed her again.
The night became timeless. Outside, empires plotted and fleets died at World Frontier, but in Alex's house on Earth, the only reality was this — his Archangel beneath him, used without pause, fucked through her dreams until dawn threatened the horizon.
The hours bled away, but Alex never slowed. The room smelled of sweat and sex, the sheets ruined, the mattress soaked through. Yuka slept in his arms, her body pliant, trembling with every thrust, her voice spilling out broken murmurs in her dreams.
"Father… don't stop… I'm yours…"
Her words repeated like a mantra, fragments of devotion bubbling from her subconscious, proof that even in sleep she belonged wholly to him.
When the first pale light of dawn seeped through the curtains, Alex was still moving inside her. Her body jolted faintly with each thrust, thighs shaking, womb overflowing with his seed. Her belly felt warm and heavy with how much he had filled her, yet every time he released, he simply hardened again and continued.
He shifted her onto her back, pressing her knees against her chest. The morning glow touched her flushed skin, her hair spread across the pillow like black silk. Still asleep, she whimpered softly, her pussy clenching tightly around him as though begging to be filled again.
Alex bent down, kissing her lips, her forehead, her collarbone, claiming her in body and dreams alike. His cock plunged deeper, his seed spilling once more into her already-dripping womb, overflowing onto the sheets. Her sleeping body shivered as if it recognized the moment, a faint moan leaving her lips, "Father…"
Even with dawn's light shining on them, Alex did not stop. Morning was no different than night — the rhythm of their bodies never broke. Outside, the world stirred to life, but here in his home, time remained bound to the endless loop of his Archangel being used, claimed, and filled again and again.
The sun rose higher, yet nothing changed. Alex's thrusts continued. Yuka slept on, smiling faintly in her dreams as if she knew she was still being loved, still being owned.
Chapter 1022 – Sisters of Devotion (18+)
The door to Alex's room opened softly. Two small figures stepped inside, their bare feet silent against the floor. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer entered together — both nude, their delicate forms unashamed, their eyes sharp and unwavering.
Ying Hua carried herself with her usual calm authority, her nudity treated like armor, her gaze fixed on Alex as if daring the world itself to look away. Beside her, Lian Yuer mirrored her perfectly — violet hair flowing down her shoulders, her expression serene but burning with the same fanatical certainty.
They stopped at the edge of his bed, standing side by side, their small bodies illuminated by the faint glow of dawn through the curtains. There was no hesitation, no shyness — only pride in offering themselves to him.
"Father," Ying Hua said, her voice deliberate, every syllable precise. "We belong here. At your side. At your feet. In your bed."
Lian Yuer bowed her head in perfect synchrony. "I am yours. My body, my soul, my origin. Sister and I are one in this truth — we live for you alone."
Their devotion echoed like a single voice, different tones but the same conviction. They stepped forward, climbing onto the bed, their small frames brushing against his as they pressed close on either side. Warm skin against his, the scent of innocence mixed with fanatic reverence.
Alex looked at them — two daughters, two masterpieces, two fanatics who were mirrors of each other. Sisters not only by circumstance, but by the same soul-burning devotion that made them his.
And the night, which had not truly ended, promised to begin again.
Ying Hua and Lian Yuer pressed close against Alex's sides when the air shifted. The door slid open again, and Yuka stepped in. Her black eyes gleamed as she looked at the scene — her father on the bed, his two Angels naked at his side. A faint smile touched her lips, playful but edged with authority.
"Father," she said softly, "you already claimed me as your Archangel. And them as your Angels. Shouldn't they also serve me?"
At her will, her body changed. A long, thick cock grew between her legs, gleaming with divine vitality. Ying Hua bowed her head instantly, accepting the authority. But Lian Yuer froze, violet hair spilling across her shoulders, eyes widening as she looked at her sister's new form.
Yuka's smile sharpened. "You've never been taken by me, have you, little sister?"
Lian Yuer shook her head, her voice trembling yet steady with devotion. "No… but if it is Father's will, then I accept."
"Not just his will," Yuka said, stepping forward, towering over her despite sharing the same small frame. "It is hierarchy. He is God. I am Archangel. You are Angel. You belong beneath me as much as beneath him."
Ying Hua's lips curled faintly — pride, not jealousy. She leaned close to Lian Yuer and whispered, "It is truth. Accept it. Surrender to her as we surrendered to him."
Lian Yuer bowed her head, knees touching the floor as she looked up at her elder sister. "Then claim me, Archangel. As proof of my place beneath you — and beneath Father."
Yuka's cock throbbed with divine heat. She stepped closer, tilting Lian Yuer's chin up with her fingers. "Good girl," she whispered, her voice carrying both affection and dominance.
On the bed, Alex watched in silence, his gaze steady. His daughters arranged themselves into their hierarchy without hesitation — God, Archangel, Angel.
And the claiming was about to begin.
Yuka stepped forward, her new cock standing tall, radiant with divine energy. She placed a hand on Lian Yuer's head, pressing it gently down. Lian Yuer obeyed without hesitation, kneeling before her elder sister, violet hair spilling across her shoulders as she looked up, eyes shimmering with both awe and submission.
"Open your mouth," Yuka commanded.
Lian Yuer parted her lips, her breath trembling. The Archangel guided her cock forward, sliding it past her tongue, deeper into her sister's throat. Yuer gagged faintly, but did not resist — her small hands held Yuka's thighs, steadying herself as she let her mouth be used.
Alex sat back on the bed, watching, his hand resting on Ying Hua's head. Ying Hua knelt beside him, eyes sharp with approval, her expression filled with pride as she saw her younger sister surrender to their hierarchy.
"Good," Ying Hua whispered softly, almost like a prophet declaring truth. "Serve her. Serve Father through her."
Yuka began to move her hips, slowly at first, then faster, thrusting her cock into Lian Yuer's throat. Drool spilled down Yuer's chin, her eyes watering, yet she kept her mouth open, swallowing as much as she could take. Every gag, every tear was devotion — proof of her surrender to both Archangel and Father.
When Yuka finally pulled free, strands of saliva clung between them. She gripped Yuer's chin, tilting her face upward. "Now, your pussy," she said, voice thick with authority.
She pushed Lian Yuer down onto her back, spreading her slender legs. Without hesitation, Yuka pressed her cock to her entrance and shoved forward. Lian Yuer gasped, arching her back as her pussy was stretched wide for the first time by her sister's cock. Her cry filled the room, but her words were clear:
"Yes… take me… Archangel… I am yours… I am Father's…"
Yuka slammed into her again and again, hips smacking against her thighs, her cock plunging deep into her womb. Lian Yuer's body shook with every thrust, her breasts bouncing, her hands clutching at the sheets as pleasure and pain mixed into worshipful cries.
Ying Hua leaned closer to Alex, her eyes burning with fanatic pride. "Do you see, Father? She accepts her place. She knows her truth. She belongs to you — through us, through everything."
Alex said nothing, but his gaze never left the scene.
Yuka's rhythm grew harder, her cock pounding into her younger sister's pussy until wet sounds echoed through the room. Lian Yuer's voice broke into moans and pleas: "Fill me… Sister… Archangel… make me yours…"
And at last, Yuka growled, thrusting deep one final time as her cock erupted inside her. Hot seed spilled into Lian Yuer's womb, overflowing, dripping out around their joined bodies. Yuer screamed in ecstasy, her small frame trembling violently as she came, eyes rolling back, her pussy squeezing desperately to drink every drop.
The room was filled with the sound of their union — Angel beneath Archangel, both beneath God.
Lian Yuer lay trembling on her back, her womb freshly filled with Yuka's seed, her violet hair sticking to her sweat-damp skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as she moaned softly, overwhelmed yet glowing with submission. Yuka was still inside her, grinding slowly, making sure every drop stayed deep.
That was when Alex moved.
Without a word, he shifted from where he sat, lifting Ying Hua easily onto his lap. She gasped, her calm prophet's mask cracking into raw delight as his cock slid into her pussy with a single thrust. Her small frame jolted violently, her voice breaking into a moan of pure worship.
"Father…!" she cried, arms wrapping around his neck.
Now the bed was alive with motion. Alex thrust into Ying Hua from behind, his cock spearing deep into her womb, each impact making her cry louder. Beside them, Yuka continued to pound into Lian Yuer, the sound of her cock slapping against her sister's thighs echoing in rhythm with Alex's own thrusts.
The room became a chorus — Ying Hua crying out "Father, harder, I'm yours!" while Lian Yuer screamed "Archangel, fill me, I accept you!" Their voices blended, one declaring devotion to God, the other to Archangel, both intertwined in perfect hierarchy.
Alex gripped Ying Hua's waist tighter, slamming her down onto his cock with relentless force. Her pussy was tight, clinging to him desperately, milking every thrust. She looked over at her sister, their eyes locking mid-ecstasy — both of them filled, both of them shaking, both of them bound by the same truth.
Yuka smirked, leaning over Lian Yuer's writhing body, kissing her roughly even as she fucked her harder. Their breasts pressed together, their cries muffled against each other's lips.
Then, almost in unison, both pairs climaxed.
Alex erupted inside Ying Hua's womb, his seed flooding her completely. At the same time, Yuka buried herself deep in Lian Yuer, her cock twitching as she filled her younger sister again. The two Angels cried out together, their bodies arching, their voices breaking into moans that filled the entire house.
The sheets were drenched, the air heavy with sweat, sex, and devotion.
Alex looked down at the two sisters — Ying Hua clinging to him, trembling in bliss, and Lian Yuer gasping beneath Yuka, dripping with seed. Both were claimed. Both were his.
And still, it was not the end. The night — and now the day — promised only more.
The bed was already soaked, the sheets ruined, their voices echoing through the room. Ying Hua clung to Alex, trembling in his lap, while Lian Yuer writhed beneath Yuka's thrusts, her violet hair plastered to her flushed face.
But Alex wasn't finished.
He pulled Ying Hua off his cock, laying her gently to the side, her body still twitching with the aftershocks of release. Then his gaze fell on Yuka — the Archangel, still buried inside her younger sister, still pounding Lian Yuer's soaked pussy with divine rhythm.
Alex moved behind Yuka, his presence casting a shadow over both sisters. Yuka gasped as she felt his cock press against her entrance from behind. She looked over her shoulder, black eyes glowing, lips curling into a trembling smile.
"Father… take me… even while I take her…"
Without hesitation, Alex drove his cock deep into Yuka's pussy. Her cry tore through the room — a scream of ecstasy and surrender — as her body was split open, her womb claimed once again by him.
The chain was complete.
Alex thrust into Yuka.
Yuka thrust into Lian Yuer.
Every movement from him rippled down through her into her sister.
Each time Alex slammed into Yuka's womb, her cock drove even deeper into Lian Yuer's, the force multiplying as it passed down the chain. Lian Yuer's cries rose higher, her small body jerking violently as she was fucked by both God and Archangel at once.
"Father!" Yuka screamed, tears streaming down her cheeks from the overwhelming sensation. "You're using me… to use her… this is perfection!"
"Archangel…! Sister…! I can't—!" Lian Yuer moaned beneath, her body convulsing as wave after wave of ecstasy broke her apart.
Ying Hua, watching with glassy eyes and trembling hands, whispered like a prophet in rapture: "God above… Archangel between… Angel below… This is truth made flesh."
The rhythm grew brutal. The bed slammed against the wall with each combined thrust, the air thick with sweat and the scent of seed. Alex's cock pounded Yuka's womb, and through her, his force drove Lian Yuer into submission.
At last, the chain climaxed.
Alex roared, releasing deep into Yuka, his seed overflowing her womb. Yuka cried out, her cock throbbing as she spilled into Lian Yuer, hot streams flooding her younger sister's pussy. Lian Yuer screamed loudest of all, her entire body arching, pussy spasming as both wombs above poured into her.
Seed dripped from every opening, staining the sheets, running down thighs. The three of them collapsed in a trembling, tangled mess — God joined with Archangel, Archangel joined with Angel, one continuous link of devotion, hierarchy, and endless claiming.
Yet even as their bodies shook, Alex remained hard, already moving again. The chain would not end here.
Chapter 1023 – The Archangel's Mouth (18+)
The room was heavy with the scent of sex, the sheets drenched and ruined. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer lay side by side, trembling and breathless, their bodies overflowing with seed, their eyes glazed with bliss.
Yuka pulled free from her sister's soaked pussy, cum dripping down Lian Yuer's thighs. Her own legs were unsteady, her body still shivering from the chain climax. Yet her black eyes burned with desire as she turned toward Alex.
"Father…" she whispered, voice hoarse but filled with reverence. "I want your cock in my mouth."
She sank to her knees before him, small frame kneeling between his legs like a devoted worshipper at an altar. Her hand wrapped around his still-hard cock, slick with seed, and she gazed up at him with absolute devotion.
"I am your Archangel," she breathed. "My womb is yours… my body is yours… but so is my mouth. Let me serve you. Let me drink everything you give me."
Without waiting for a reply, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth.
Her lips sealed tightly around his cock, tongue swirling as she began to suck, slow at first, savoring his taste. Her eyes never left his — glowing with tears and adoration as though every inch she swallowed was holy.
Ying Hua, still lying on the bed, whispered faintly, her voice trembling but filled with zeal: "Look at her… the Archangel worships her God. This is truth."
Lian Yuer nodded weakly, her body still twitching, but her violet eyes shone with awe. "Sister… show us how it's done… show us how to serve Father with our mouths…"
Yuka moaned around his cock, her throat tightening as she took him deeper, her nose pressing against his base. She gagged, drooled, then swallowed again, refusing to let go. Her hands clutched his thighs, her entire body shaking with the effort and the ecstasy of being used this way.
And Alex, sitting back, simply let her serve, watching his Archangel worship him with her throat.
The room was still thick with the scent of sex. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer lay in a trembling heap on the bed, their wombs overflowing, their voices reduced to soft whimpers of aftershock. Yet at Alex's feet, Yuka knelt upright, her naked frame glowing faintly in the morning light, her black eyes fixed only on him.
Her hands rested on her thighs, posture straight like a knight awaiting orders — but her expression was anything but stoic. It was hunger, reverence, and desperation fused together.
"Father," she whispered, her voice trembling with both exhaustion and desire. "Let me use my mouth… let me prove my devotion again. I want to taste your seed directly, not only in my womb but down my throat. I want to drink until I drown in you."
Without waiting, she wrapped her delicate fingers around the base of his cock, still slick and throbbing from endless use. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to its tip, kissing it as though it were sacred. A soft moan escaped her throat as her tongue traced the slit, tasting the faint salt of his essence already smeared across him.
Then she opened wide and slid him into her mouth.
Her lips sealed tight around him, cheeks hollowing as she sucked, slow at first, savoring the heat, the taste, the weight of his cock filling her small mouth. Her eyes fluttered closed, and a muffled moan vibrated through her throat as she began to move.
Up and down.
Slow, steady strokes with her lips and tongue.
Each descent a little deeper than the last.
Drool began to run down her chin, dripping onto her breasts as she worked, unbothered by the mess. Her tongue curled and pressed beneath his shaft with each movement, worshipping every inch as though memorizing him through taste alone.
Ying Hua stirred weakly on the bed, her voice still hoarse but filled with awe. "Look at her… the Archangel bows not with her knees, but with her mouth. She worships him deeper than breath."
Lian Yuer, her body still trembling from being filled, whispered in reply, "Her devotion is perfect… Sister shows us how far beneath Father we must go…"
Yuka moaned louder at their words, tears welling in her eyes as she pushed further. She gagged as his cock pressed against her throat — but she didn't retreat. She forced herself down, inch by inch, until her nose pressed against his base.
Her throat convulsed around him, tight and hot, her body trembling as she held him there. Her hands clutched his thighs, nails digging into his skin as though anchoring herself. When she finally pulled back, gasping for breath, long strings of saliva connected her lips to his cock.
She looked up at him with tear-streaked cheeks and a trembling smile. "Please… let me keep going… I want all of it, Father."
Alex said nothing, only placed his hand on the back of her head. That touch alone was enough. Yuka moaned in rapture and shoved herself back down, taking him deeper, faster, harder.
The wet sounds of sucking and choking filled the room. Her throat was used mercilessly, her gagging turned into worship, her drool spilling freely down her body. Her breasts glistened with spit, her stomach heaving as she forced herself again and again to take him whole.
"Father… Father…" she gasped whenever she pulled free for air, before plunging down again. "I'm yours… fill my throat… mark me inside… I want to swallow your divinity…"
Her speed increased, desperate and unrelenting, until her body shook violently from the effort. Her eyes rolled back, throat bulging with his cock, and still she pressed deeper.
Until finally, Alex's cock twitched, and she knew.
Yuka moaned around him, swallowing eagerly even before his climax came. Then his seed erupted into her throat, thick, hot streams pouring directly into her stomach. She gagged, choked — and swallowed. Again and again. Her throat convulsed, her entire body trembling as she forced herself to take every drop.
Tears streamed from her eyes, drool soaked her chest, but she kept sucking even as he filled her, refusing to let a single drop escape.
When at last he was spent, she pulled back only slightly, his cock still pressed against her lips. She swallowed audibly, letting him hear it, before opening her mouth wide to show him the emptiness of her throat.
"All gone," she whispered, voice hoarse and broken with pleasure. "Your seed is inside me, Father… every part of me belongs to you — womb, body, throat, soul."
And before he could even respond, she leaned forward again, taking him back into her mouth, determined to draw more, to drink until there was nothing left of him she had not consumed.
Yuka never stopped.
Even after swallowing his seed, she pressed her lips back down on his cock, sucking with desperate hunger, as though she hadn't just drunk him dry but was starving for more. Her throat was raw, her jaw aching, yet she didn't hesitate. Every gag, every cough, every tear rolling down her cheeks was proof of her devotion.
She moaned around him, muffled and wet, each vibration making his cock twitch against her tongue. Saliva poured freely now, soaking her chin and chest, dripping onto the floor in a messy pool. Her small hands clutched his thighs, steadying herself as she forced his length down her throat again and again.
"Father…!" she gasped each time she pulled away for a breath, her voice broken, her lips red and swollen. "Please… cum again. I want to drink everything… don't let me stop… use my throat as your hole."
Her words dissolved into choking moans as she plunged back down, her throat bulging visibly as she forced him in to the hilt. She gagged violently — then held it, tears streaming from her black eyes, her nails digging into his skin as if to anchor herself in worship.
Alex's hand rested on the back of her head, guiding her rhythm. He didn't need to say anything. His silence was command enough.
Yuka obeyed with zeal. Faster, deeper, harder. Her nose pressed against his base again and again, her throat stretched wide to its limits. Drool and precum mixed, spilling down her neck, yet she refused to stop.
On the bed, Ying Hua whispered hoarsely, her face flushed as she watched. "The Archangel doesn't breathe for herself… she breathes only for him."
Lian Yuer, still trembling and leaking seed between her thighs, nodded weakly, her voice breaking in awe. "She… she's gone beyond devotion… she's nothing but his throat now."
Yuka gagged, sputtered — then shivered as another hot flood of seed burst into her throat. She swallowed immediately, gulping audibly, tears flowing down her face as her stomach filled again. Her body shook, overwhelmed, but she pressed her lips tighter, desperate not to lose a single drop.
When he finished, she pulled back just enough to gasp for air — then opened her mouth wide, sticking out her tongue to show it was empty. "All yours… inside me… give me more."
Before he could even respond, she slammed herself back down, devouring his cock with frenzied moans. The cycle began again: gagging, choking, swallowing, begging — an endless rhythm of worship.
Minutes, hours, it no longer mattered. The sound of her wet throat, the sight of her tear-streaked face, the scent of sex — it all blurred into eternity.
Every time he came, she swallowed. Every time her body trembled, she begged for more. Every time her voice broke, she forced herself deeper.
The Archangel had become nothing but a vessel — a mouth, a throat, a worshipper who would never stop drinking her God's seed.
Time lost its meaning.
Yuka never left her knees. Her mouth never left his cock.
Even when her throat ached, even when her voice was gone, even when her body shook from exhaustion, she still swallowed him whole, again and again.
At times, her eyes rolled back and her body slumped forward, fainting from lack of air or sheer overstimulation — but even then, her lips clung to his shaft. And when consciousness returned minutes later, her black eyes would flutter open, and she would moan softly, pressing herself deeper, resuming the cycle without pause.
Drool stained the floor in glistening puddles, dripping endlessly from her chin. Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs — all were soaked from spit and seed. Yet the Archangel treated this filth as holy, as though every drop that spilled from her mouth was proof of her belonging to him.
"Father…" she rasped when she pulled free for a breath, her voice hoarse to the point of breaking. "Please… don't let me stop… make me keep swallowing until I'm nothing but your throat…"
Then she plunged down again, gagging, choking, shuddering — her throat bulging with his cock, her nose pressed to his base, her body trembling as she held him there until another flood of seed filled her stomach. She swallowed greedily, tears running down her cheeks, smiling faintly even as she gasped for air.
Hours passed.
The moon sank. The stars faded. And still Yuka's mouth moved, her devotion unbroken.
When dawn came, sunlight filtered through the curtains, shining across her tear-streaked face. Her lips were red and swollen, her throat raw, but her pace never faltered. Every gag was another act of prayer, every swallow another vow.
On the bed, Ying Hua whispered through trembling lips, her eyes glassy with awe. "All night… she never stopped… the Archangel has become nothing but his vessel…"
Lian Yuer, weak and shivering, nodded slowly. "She faints… she wakes… and she serves again. She doesn't need rest… she only needs him."
And so it continued into the morning.
Alex remained hard, his cock endlessly filling her mouth with his seed. Yuka remained on her knees, endlessly swallowing, endlessly moaning, endlessly drowning in his essence.
By the time the sun had fully risen, the floor was slick with spit, her stomach heavy with seed, her throat raw and battered. Yet she smiled up at him through tears, whispering faintly before diving down once more:
"I will never stop, Father… not night, not day, not ever. My throat exists for you."
The cycle looped again — deepthroat, gag, swallow, faint, wake, resume — without end.
The sun climbed higher, but Yuka's rhythm never broke.
Her knees were raw against the floor. Her throat burned with every movement. Her lips were swollen, her voice gone. But still she served.
By now, she wasn't simply giving Alex oral sex — she had become locked in a state beyond flesh, beyond exhaustion, beyond reason. Each motion of her mouth was mechanical, automatic, as if her body had fused itself to his cock.
Up. Down. Gag. Swallow. Moan.
Up. Down. Gag. Swallow. Moan.
The rhythm became sacred.
Drool and seed streamed constantly from her mouth, spilling down her chin, soaking her body. Her stomach bulged faintly from the sheer volume she had swallowed, yet she showed no hesitation. Her eyes were half-lidded, tears streaming freely, her gaze unfocused as though she were lost in a trance.
And yet… every time she looked up, every time her black eyes flickered back to him, there was only worship.
"Father…" she rasped faintly during a breath, her voice barely audible. "I am… your throat… your vessel… keep filling me… never let me stop…"
Then she shoved herself back down, gagging violently as his cock filled her throat again. She moaned through the choking, her body trembling as she forced herself to swallow every drop he gave her.
On the bed, Ying Hua sat upright now, watching with the intensity of a prophet witnessing a holy ritual. Her small chest rose and fell rapidly as she whispered:
"She's gone beyond herself. She isn't Yuka anymore… she's only a mouth, only a throat for him. This is what it means to be Archangel."
Lian Yuer, still weak from being filled earlier, nodded slowly, her violet eyes wide with awe. "She's transcended… she's not just serving — she's become his worship itself."
The hours dragged.
Yuka fainted twice more — her body slumping forward, lips still wrapped around his cock. And both times, when her eyes fluttered open minutes later, she moaned in relief and resumed immediately, as if the pause had been agony.
By midday, her trance was complete. Her entire existence had narrowed to a single truth:
Take him in.
Swallow.
Drink until nothing remains.
Her mind was empty, her body automatic, her devotion absolute.
Alex sat in silence, his cock endlessly throbbing in her throat, his seed endlessly disappearing into her stomach. He didn't need to speak. His Archangel had remade herself into something more than flesh — she was worship incarnate, a being whose very existence had been reduced to the cycle of gag, swallow, serve.
And as the sun reached its peak, her hoarse, broken whisper came again between gulps of seed:
"I… will never stop. Father… I am eternal… your mouth, your throat, your slave… forever."
Then she plunged back down, her trance unbroken, her devotion endless.
Chapter 1025 – The Archangel Acknowledged (18+)
The sun had already passed its peak. Hours had vanished into the blur of wet sounds, gagging moans, and endless swallowing.
Yuka was still kneeling, still choking herself on his cock, her small body trembling violently with each thrust. Her face was a mess — tears streaking her cheeks, drool soaking her chest, her lips swollen and red. Her stomach bulged faintly from the sheer volume of seed she had taken, yet she continued without hesitation, lost in her trance.
"Father… more… please more…" she rasped weakly, her voice nearly broken.
She forced herself back down, her throat bulging, her nose pressing to his base. Her entire body convulsed as another flood of seed poured into her stomach. She swallowed instantly, moaning with relief as though this agony was also salvation.
But as she pulled back to gasp for air, her body collapsed forward. For the first time, she couldn't push herself back up. Her arms trembled too violently, her throat too raw to continue. She lay there on her knees, his cock pressed against her tear-soaked lips, eyes glassy and unfocused.
She whispered faintly, almost delirious:
"Don't… stop me… I can still… serve… I am your mouth… I…"
Before she could force herself again, Alex moved. His hand touched her head, firm yet gentle, holding her still.
"That's enough."
The words cut through her trance like thunder. Yuka froze, her black eyes wide as she looked up at him, panting, broken, desperate.
"Father… I… I don't want to stop…" she whispered, her voice breaking into sobs.
He pulled her gently upward, lifting her from her knees, cradling her trembling body against his chest. Her lips quivered, her tears spilling fresh as she clung to him, shaking violently.
"You've proven it," Alex said, his voice calm but absolute. "You are my Archangel. My vessel. My mouth and my womb. Your devotion is complete."
At those words, Yuka broke.
Her sobs turned into cries of ecstasy as she buried her face in his chest, clutching at him desperately. "Yes… yes, Father… I am yours… I belong only to you… thank you… thank you for seeing me…"
Alex stroked her hair, his presence grounding her, his warmth steady. "You've done well. That is enough."
Her body melted into his, trembling with relief, her trance finally broken.
On the bed, Ying Hua and Lian Yuer watched in silence — their eyes wide, their lips parted, as though they too had just witnessed the completion of a ritual.
Ying Hua whispered reverently: "The Archangel has been acknowledged."
Lian Yuer bowed her head, voice soft. "And we… must strive to follow her devotion."
Yuka lifted her face at last, tear-streaked and trembling, her lips swollen, her throat raw. She looked at Alex with nothing but adoration.
"Father… I am yours… forever. Thank you… for letting me prove it."
And in that moment, though her body was broken and exhausted, her spirit shone with unshakable pride. She had been seen. She had been acknowledged.
The Archangel's trance was complete.
Yuka trembled against Alex's chest, her body broken with exhaustion yet glowing with pride. Her trance had ended, her devotion acknowledged, and now she could finally rest — clinging to him with a blissful smile, her lips still whispering faintly, "Forever yours…"
But Alex's gaze lifted from her, falling upon the bed where two other small figures waited.
Ying Hua sat upright, her black eyes burning with fanatic fire despite the tremors in her body. Beside her, Lian Yuer lay sprawled, her violet hair plastered to her flushed cheeks, her pussy still dripping from Yuka's earlier use. Both of them looked at him with the same unwavering devotion, though their expressions carried a sharp difference.
Ying Hua's eyes said: Command me.
Lian Yuer's eyes said: Claim me.
Alex laid Yuka gently onto the sheets, brushing a hand through her damp hair as she sighed with contentment. Then he stood, towering over the two sisters still waiting for him.
The weight of his presence pressed down on them like a divine decree.
"Father…" Ying Hua whispered, her voice steady though her body trembled. "She has been acknowledged. Now let us prove ourselves as well. We are not less. We are yours."
Lian Yuer, her cheeks red, nodded quickly. "Yes… I want to show you. I want to show you I am as devoted as my sisters… Please, Father, use me."
The two of them crawled forward across the bed, their naked forms brushing against each other as they reached him. Ying Hua's hands pressed against his thigh, her face lifted in reverence. Lian Yuer kissed the back of his hand, her violet eyes shimmering with need.
They spoke in unison, their voices trembling but absolute:
"Take us, Father. We are yours."
Alex's cock, still slick from Yuka's mouth, throbbed in response. The two sisters leaned closer, their lips brushing against the shaft at the same time, their tongues tracing along it together — Ying Hua precise and deliberate, Lian Yuer trembling and eager.
Yuka, lying on the sheets nearby, opened her eyes weakly and smiled as she watched. Her voice was hoarse, but her words carried pride:
"Yes… show him. Show him you belong."
The bed creaked as Alex stepped closer, and the two sisters opened their mouths as one, ready to prove their devotion through their Father's cock.
Alex stood before them, his cock throbbing in the air, still slick with Yuka's saliva and seed. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer pressed closer, shoulder to shoulder, their naked frames trembling with anticipation.
Without hesitation, both leaned in at the same time.
Ying Hua took the base, her tongue tracing deliberate circles, precise and reverent, every lick measured as though memorizing each vein. Lian Yuer went for the tip, her lips wrapping around it in a trembling kiss before sucking softly, her violet eyes darting up at him with desperate devotion.
Their tongues met briefly, brushing against each other along the length of his shaft, before splitting apart again — one working below, the other above, two sisters in perfect unity.
"Father," Ying Hua whispered between licks, her voice calm yet trembling with zeal. "We are yours… we exist for this."
Lian Yuer moaned softly in agreement, her mouth sliding further down until half his cock filled her throat. She gagged, but didn't pull away — instead, she pressed deeper, her hand clutching Ying Hua's arm for strength as she forced herself to take more.
Ying Hua smirked faintly at her sister's effort. "Good… prove it. Swallow him, as I do."
Together, they worked as one. Ying Hua stroked the base with her mouth, licking and sucking with steady precision, while Lian Yuer bobbed her head above, drool spilling from her lips as she gagged and moaned around his cock.
Alex looked down at them, his hand settling atop their heads. He pushed gently, guiding their pace. They obeyed instantly, syncing their rhythm — one pulling back as the other went forward, their tongues overlapping in wet, worshipful strokes.
The wet sounds grew louder. Their moans harmonized. Drool smeared across their chins, mixing with each other as they devoured him together.
On the bed, Yuka lay watching, her black eyes hazy with exhaustion but glowing with pride. Her lips curled into a weak smile as she whispered hoarsely:
"Yes… good sisters… serve him together. Show him your mouths are his."
The pace grew faster. Ying Hua began to take him deeper, swallowing more of his length with calm control, while Lian Yuer moaned and gagged desperately, tears running down her cheeks as she tried to match. Their lips slid over each other, trading places, their tongues twisting together as they licked his shaft in unison.
When Alex thrust forward suddenly, both of their mouths filled at once — his cock buried deep between their lips, forcing them to choke and swallow together.
They didn't resist. They surrendered.
Their moans vibrated against him, their throats tightening as they accepted his cock together, side by side, two daughters bound in the same worship.
And as his climax approached, their eyes lifted as one, gazes locked on him — burning with zeal, begging to be filled.
The rhythm built to a breaking point.
Ying Hua's steady, deliberate sucking grew faster, more intense, her small mouth pulling greedily at his shaft. Beside her, Lian Yuer gagged and moaned, her lips sliding wetly down his cock as drool streamed from her chin. Their tongues brushed against each other again and again, saliva smearing as they shared his cock like sisters sharing communion.
Their hands worked together now — Ying Hua cupping his balls with reverent precision, Lian Yuer stroking the base whenever her mouth slipped free for breath. The harmony of their devotion pushed Alex's climax to the edge.
"Father…" Ying Hua gasped, her black eyes gleaming with zeal. "Give us everything. Mark us both."
"Yes, Father… please…" Lian Yuer moaned, her violet eyes shining with desperate hunger. "I want to taste you… I want to swallow you… cover me with your seed…"
Their words broke him.
With a deep groan, Alex's cock throbbed violently in their mouths — and then erupted.
Hot streams of seed burst forth, filling Lian Yuer's mouth first. Her eyes widened, tears spilling as her cheeks puffed, but she swallowed frantically, gulping down as much as she could. The excess spilled from her lips, dripping down her chin in white streaks.
At the same time, Ying Hua pulled back just enough, opening her mouth wide, tongue extended like an offering. Thick ropes splattered across her tongue, her lips, her face. She moaned loudly, trembling with ecstasy as his seed marked her skin.
The two sisters pressed closer, sharing the eruption — some of it swallowed, some of it smeared across their faces, some dripping down their chins to stain their small breasts. They looked at each other briefly, their cheeks streaked white, then leaned in and kissed messily, tongues tangling as they shared his seed between them.
"Perfect…" Ying Hua whispered, licking the last drops from her sister's lips. "This is how we prove ourselves."
Lian Yuer, her chest heaving, nodded faintly. She opened her mouth to show Alex it was empty, then swallowed audibly, her voice trembling: "All inside me, Father… everything you gave me… I drank it all…"
The sight of them — faces painted, mouths filled, bodies trembling but proud — was nothing less than devotion made flesh.
On the sheets nearby, Yuka smiled faintly, her voice hoarse but filled with pride. "Yes… that's it. Angels beneath their God."
The room was thick with the scent of seed and sweat, the air heavy with their moans and gasps. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer clung to Alex's legs, their tongues still flicking against his cock, desperate to lick him clean, unwilling to let the moment end.
Their faces were still painted with seed, their mouths still slick with his essence, when Alex's body shifted.
Before their wide, worshipful eyes, a second cock grew beside the first — thick, hard, throbbing with divine power.
Both sisters froze for a heartbeat, then shivered in unison, their gazes locked onto the twin shafts like prey before a predator.
"Father…" Ying Hua whispered, her voice trembling with both awe and hunger. "Two… you've given us more to serve…"
Lian Yuer gasped, her cheeks flushed, her violet eyes wide. "Please… take us both… together… fill us at once…"
Alex lifted them effortlessly, his strength absolute. He positioned them side by side on the bed, their small frames trembling, their thighs spreading open. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer clutched each other's hands, their bodies pressed close, their eyes locked on him with fanatic devotion.
Without hesitation, Alex pressed forward.
One cock speared into Ying Hua's tight pussy, plunging straight into her womb. She cried out in rapture, her black eyes rolling back, her body arching violently.
At the same moment, his other cock rammed into Lian Yuer's dripping cunt, sliding deep into her womb in a single thrust. Her scream echoed her sister's, her violet hair spilling across the sheets as she shook with bliss.
The bed creaked violently as Alex began to move, pounding into them both at once. Each thrust drove his cocks deep into their wombs, their small bodies jerking together, their voices blending into a chorus of worship.
"Father… harder… deeper… break me!" Ying Hua cried, her voice sharp with zeal.
"Yes! Fill me! Mark me as yours!" Lian Yuer moaned, tears streaming from her eyes as her pussy clenched desperately around him.
The two sisters clung to each other, their hands locked tight, their bodies shaking in perfect unison as they were split open together.
From the sheets nearby, Yuka raised her head weakly, watching with pride and hunger. "Yes… sisters… take him together… prove yourselves… show him your wombs are his…"
Alex's pace grew brutal. The sound of flesh slapping echoed through the room, wet and relentless. Both sisters screamed louder, their voices breaking, their pussies clenching frantically as their wombs were filled over and over by his divine shafts.
"Father…! I'm yours! Always yours!" Ying Hua wailed, her face twisted in bliss.
"Father! Please… cum inside us! Flood us both!" Lian Yuer begged, her small body trembling violently.
Their cries merged into one as their bodies convulsed in climax — and Alex roared, thrusting deep as both cocks erupted at once.
Seed flooded Ying Hua's womb, overflowing, spilling back down her thighs. At the same time, Lian Yuer's womb was filled to bursting, hot streams pouring into her until her stomach bulged faintly. Both girls screamed, their voices breaking into sobs of ecstasy as they came around him, their pussies spasming in unison.
The sheets were drenched, the air thick with the scent of sex, the room echoing with their cries.
And still Alex moved, both cocks twitching, still hard, still ready to pound them again.
The two sisters clung to each other, trembling, tears and sweat streaking their faces, yet both of them gasped the same words through their sobs:
"More… Father… please… don't stop…"
The bed shook violently beneath them.
Alex's twin cocks pounded into Ying Hua and Lian Yuer without pause, his thrusts brutal and unrelenting. Both sisters clung to each other, their small frames jerking upward with every impact, their voices breaking into endless screams of ecstasy.
"Father…! Harder! Harder! Break me apart!" Ying Hua wailed, her fanatic eyes rolling back as her pussy clenched desperately.
"Fill me again! I need it—I need your seed in me forever!" Lian Yuer sobbed, her violet hair sticking to her sweat-damp cheeks, her pussy convulsing around him.
His cocks slammed into their wombs with perfect rhythm, filling, stretching, and overwhelming them until their stomachs bulged faintly with each thrust. Seed already spilled from their soaked pussies, but Alex gave no reprieve, hammering them again and again, drowning them in the truth of his ownership.
Yuka stirred from the sheets, her exhausted body trembling, but her black eyes blazing with pride. She crawled up to him, her lips parting as she pressed her body against his side.
"Father…" she whispered, her voice hoarse and raw. "Let me worship too… even if my throat is broken, my lips still belong to you…"
She reached up and kissed him, her mouth soft and desperate, tasting faintly of the seed that still lingered in her throat. Alex accepted her kiss, his tongue dominating hers, even as his hips continued to slam into the two sisters below.
The scene became a perfect loop of devotion.
His cocks plowed Ying Hua and Lian Yuer's wombs relentlessly, their screams and sobs echoing louder with every thrust. Their pussies spasmed violently, milking him, begging for release. At the same time, Yuka kissed him again and again, tears spilling from her black eyes as she moaned into his mouth, her lips trembling with worship.
Every time Alex groaned into her kiss, both sisters below screamed louder, as though his pleasure was proof of their worth.
"More… Father… more!" Ying Hua cried, her voice hoarse but unbroken.
"Yes… flood us again… again and again!" Lian Yuer begged, her hands clutching her sister's as they came together.
Alex's climax hit again, both cocks erupting deep inside. Seed exploded into their wombs, hot and endless, spilling out around him as he filled them both beyond their limits. The sisters screamed in unison, their bodies arching, their orgasms ripping through them so hard they collapsed against each other in a trembling heap.
But Alex did not stop.
His cocks remained hard, still buried inside, already thrusting again.
Yuka moaned into his mouth, her kiss growing hungrier, more desperate. "Yes, Father… don't stop… use them until they break… until they faint… I want to see them drown in you like I did…"
And so the loop continued.
Thrust, scream, climax.
Seed pouring into their wombs again and again.
Yuka's lips worshipping him endlessly as she kissed him between every moan.
Hours blurred into eternity. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer's voices cracked, their bodies shaking violently, yet every time they tried to collapse, Alex lifted them and drove into their wombs again.
The bed was soaked, the sheets ruined, the air heavy with sweat, sex, and the scent of endless devotion.
And through it all, the Archangel kissed her God, whispering between kisses:
"Never stop… Father… make them yours forever…"
The night devoured the day, and still Alex did not stop.
His twin cocks drove mercilessly into Ying Hua and Lian Yuer's wombs, pounding them past their limits. Their voices, once sharp with fanatic cries, grew hoarse and broken, reduced to sobbing moans of worship. Their bodies trembled, their stomachs bulged faintly with the sheer volume of seed pumped into them again and again, but they never begged for release — only for more.
"Father… don't stop… use me until I break…" Ying Hua whispered, her eyes glassy, her body jerking with every thrust.
"Fill me again… I'll never refuse you… never…" Lian Yuer sobbed, clutching her sister's hand, their fingers interlocked as they surrendered together.
Above them, Yuka clung to Alex's chest, kissing him desperately between his groans, her lips swollen, her throat still raw from the day's trance. "Yes… Father… keep using them… never let them rest… drown them like you drowned me…"
The rhythm never faltered.
Every time Alex climaxed, both wombs overflowed with seed, spilling hot streams down the sisters' thighs, soaking the sheets, yet his cocks stayed hard, thrusting again, forcing more into them. Their orgasms blurred into one endless convulsion — wave after wave ripping through their small bodies until they couldn't even scream, only gasp brokenly with tears streaming down their cheeks.
And still, he didn't stop.
Hours slipped away. The moon climbed high. The world outside shifted into silence.
At some point, Ying Hua fainted mid-cry, her black eyes rolling back as her body convulsed around his cock. Alex didn't stop. He kept thrusting, and minutes later, her eyes fluttered open again — glassy, dazed, and yet burning with renewed fanatic light.
"I… will never… fail you…" she gasped, before screaming as another climax tore through her.
Lian Yuer followed the same path — fainting, collapsing, then waking to fresh thrusts and fresh floods of seed, her violet hair plastered to her flushed face, her voice hoarse as she whispered again and again: "Thank you… thank you, Father…"
The loop stretched endlessly.
By the time the first pale glow of dawn touched the curtains, the bed was utterly ruined — soaked with sweat, drenched with seed, stained with devotion. Ying Hua and Lian Yuer were lying side by side, their wombs swollen, their thighs coated, their hands still locked together in unconscious surrender.
At last, their bodies gave out completely.
Ying Hua's chest rose and fell with shallow, trembling breaths, her lips curled into a faint smile even in sleep. Lian Yuer's face was wet with tears, her mouth still whispering "Father…" faintly before she drifted into unconsciousness.
Yuka, her lips swollen from endless kisses, her body trembling with exhaustion, finally collapsed across Alex's chest, sighing with bliss as her black eyes closed.
The three sisters — Archangel, Prophet, Angel — all slept soundly now, their small frames curled against him, their bodies marked, filled, and utterly claimed.
Alex sat among them, silent, his arms resting around their fragile, trembling forms. The night had been endless, the loop unbroken — and now dawn arrived with three of his daughters asleep in his embrace, their devotion carved into their bodies and souls.
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