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Rise of the Dark Divines Part 4

It was the duty of those staying behind to send warriors into battle without any fear, without any regret, and without any lingering thoughts. That was why as this god rested on her bed with the fur at her back, a hand holding her head up, and her figure shifting up ward against the white fur with a sudden shift of Kellin's body. His legs wrapped around her naga tail, hugging it close with that black, shiny dick being forced deep within her figure. His tail whipped, and settled behind him, wings spread wide as the tightness of her body drove his head back and the breath from his very lungs. Every hard thrust that he made ground that hot god dick against his non-toned belly, just as her large breasts crushed and marsh mellow-ed down against his chest. Her eyes closed, her breath panted, her figure shook with the force of his thrusts. Every time he plunged into her those tight vaginal walls would grip around that dick, folding across it's stretch and giving it the heated moisture of the tunnel to take back with it so that as he pulled back her fluids would slowly leak off of him only to have most of them driven back into her body with the rest splashing out to coat her hot slit as those fluids ran down over her hips. Her free hand even gripping the back of his neck as Sepidon looked back at him.

"You're.... mmm... You're going into battle... on my behalf, to claim my... freedom for me. For that I give you... ugh.. my body to enjoy before, and a n-name to keep after." She told him, working to talk through her panting as she honored the work and sacrifice that this bat was going to be making for her, "The name that you shall have from... uhhhh... from this point on is, Vinickus."

Having a name was one thing, but being given one was so much greater. The texture of her walls was something that was hard for him not to notice, was hard for him not to find amazing pleasure in. The sensation of her large swollen tits crushed against him, the feeling of that brushing herm dick, and the hugging of her tight tunnel left him easily at the very edge of his peak, at the very point that his body ordered him to release into this far superior being, but Sepidon had her own talents and made sure to keep herself just loose enough with him so that he couldn't cum, at least not yet. She was keeping this man on edge throughout most of their session, but while he felt his burning cheeks, his aching loins, and his heavy moans to nearly bed for her to allow his cumming the naga would continue to deny him, at least just a little bit longer. With her hand at the backside of his head this beautiful woman pulled him, brought him down to her lips, kissing Kellin deeply with a hot moan flowing from mouth and down his throat. The taste of her moan was what drove him over, and finally her body allowed this man to free his seed into her trapping depths, her pussy consuming the heavy load as more and more simply continued to flow into her until this fox-bat was spent and collapsed to the side of her on this bed.

Having that quivering cock inside of her as it released it's hot load left her moaning, the sticky seed flowing through her tunnel, connecting to her walls and leaving Sepidon moaning out deeply as she felt herself filled up. The bubbling movement of that seed wrapped around that dick so easily as more and more of her tunnel was filled all the way until it would lift to the very brim of those lips and then spill over her hips, leaking across her and leaving a trail of white male cream in it's wake. This god wasn't finished yet, she'd satisfied her warriors male need, but now that he was worn down, that his heart was racing, she could lift herself slowly, feeling the sticky white fluid running down from her slit, and easily take hold of his hips as he worked to rest. Kellin looked at her slowly over his shoulder, he knew what she was wanting, the throbbing member that presented itself so easily into his side told this bat everything that he needed to know, but Kellin wouldn't deny her, not after these nice gifts she'd delivered, not after the draconic spells that she'd taught him. Rolling his hips slowly the young mage would lift his rump into the air, presenting himself easily so that her fingers could wrap tighter around those hips. The feeling of having himself held by her was nice, the sensation of her hips grinding down between his round cheeks leaving him to moan softly back at her and when she drove in, when the tip of that hard naga cock pushed into Kellin's body his head arched back, his eyes rolled up, and his mouth hang open.

Even this goddess had to notice just how tight that gripping pucker was as it drew her dick in more and more suckling on the length that was driven in quickly, forcing it's full size into his now stretched depths and leaving a line of drool to cross down from the corner of his mouth to drip down onto the bed from his jaw. Her hips swayed in and out, forward and back, forcing him to take her, to her very base where her scaled hips would crash against his plump pitch black rump. Her fingers worked to better grip him, better hold him only so that she could thrust harder, longer, and continue her heated pattern. The sticky juices of Kellin's dick from his most recent cumming was made to flap and wag back and forth from the force of those thrusts, slapping and coating his thighs in that sticky and now mostly dried seed. Sepidon was a god here, but even she couldn't hold back forever, not against a tight tunnel like his, and with an immediately and plunging thrust that forced his shoulders and face against the fur-made mattress, his eyes widened when he felt her starting to pour her seed into him, gushing one hard spurt after another deep into his body which responded easily with a hard shake on every hot wave. The feeling of those fingers gripping his hips tighter left him moaning, almost mewling for her, and it was only until she pulled out that this naga would allow him to sit up.

"Mmmm, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me, young Vinickus." Sepidon spoke to him, smiling before motioning out towards the ivory door that set just outside of her clearing, "Your army has gathered and I believe they enjoyed your little show. Don't worry, though, it's important that they understand your authority and having them watch you mount me has improved in this, I'm sure."

This wasn't exactly an army, but it was certainly large enough to handle anything that might step up against them while Vinickus opened the gate for his lady. Nothing was more important to him than this task, not just for him, but for her as well.

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The towering door that rested before his pitch black, oily figure drew those eyes up the length of it. White in color and marked with gold trim and design as the boarders were set with ancient seals far older than even the dragon blood that Vinickus had within his body. The sight of it was something to behold, the very feeling of it looming over his body as if the doors themselves have their very own presence left this fox-bat with his hand shaking softly as it lifted to press against the flat of that door. The easy grunt of his muscles sounded out, but the door itself didn't budge, the runes that were marked starting to glow. Even if this young mage couldn't determine where those runes came from, or what they said, he could still clearly see a sealing spell. As he pushed to the door the runes worked to keep it shut, but these runes had been designed long ago to defend against gods and their minions. This young man may be changed, may be altered entirely and unrecognizable, but he was still born a human and that alone was enough to slowly feel the jerking motion of the door beginning to give way. As the door slid the presence of movement caused it to jerk again just before the seal was finally broken, fading off of the door and leaving a sudden breath of air to inhale through the room that they'd be approaching. This door, set out in the middle of nowhere, opened to a grand hall of clean, bright stone, beautifully ornate statues of magnificently armored angels, and at the far end another room that lead to Vinickus's goal. Soon the god that he served would be free, and she could help bring unity to the earth. The idea was that of a dream, but things are never easy and with that army stepping forth into this new realm the minotaur, centaurs, and other warriors of nature would brandish their weapons in preparation for the battle that they knew was coming.

"Move forward." He ordered the troops, lifting his hand as he watched the minotaur step out first. They were stronger, larger than the others and could take more damage than the rest, so they go in first in order soak as much damage from whatever attacking force might come against him in this place. Truly Sepidon has provided him with everything he needed to do this job for her.

War forged and tested axes, bulky war hammers, and massive swords rested in the hands of these half-bull creatures that stepped forward into the depths of this hall. Their steps took them along the red carpet traced with golden trimming. The hot exhale of breath from their commonly ring pierced nostrils forced a cloud of dust from their lungs, rising from them and out into the depths of this hallway. Their hooved steps bringing their nude and shaggy furred figures across the echoing reaches of this room, between the well defined statues of angels that rested in armored weight like sentinels. With a narrowed gaze their fox-bat general knew this tactic all too well. As his pitch black hand came out in front of his body, the slow twisting movement to rotation his stance was met with a light whispering of incantation and the building up of an orb of great force being compressed into a small ball between his hands. With the motion of his hand he'd guide this ball forward, arching it into the air so that it could land at the first of the many statues that existed there, bursting in hot fire and sending that statue back across the floor as it turned out to be a true angel in disguise. Such a ploy was basic, typical, but it wasn't one that Vinickus was going to be falling for so easily.

It would take more than a simple fireball spell to permanently put an angel down, but even as she worked to get back to her feet and take her large sword back into hand this one divine creature was only able to do so post from a huge ax press against the blade, defending her just before the flat of her own blade crushed against her large chest, forcing her body backward against the cold stone wall with a deep and long grunt. The other statues would be forced to release their cover showing themselves as the warrior angles that these attacking minotaur already knew full well were alive. Blades impacted blade, striking, stopping, blocking, and parrying one another just before the easy smirk that covered this bat's lips confidently exposed his battle plan as working. The angel outnumbered the horned bull creatures two to one, but as the full forward motion of his pitch black, shiny, hand whipped out almost with a mask of a smirk hiding his full planned intentions the remaining fighters that made up nymphs, satyrs, and centaur rushed in fast to fill in those numbers, bringing the advantage of sizes, of species, of ever changing fighting tactic to Vinickus' side of this fight.

The clanking of weapons clashing, the sound of steal hitting armor, the loud call of grunts, yells, and cries of pain filled the hall of this building, as the many different creatures were locked in heated battle against one another. A minotaur would have his horn gripped, and his face pulled down into the rising presence of a knee lifting to crush it's armor covered presence against the massive snout. This minotaur would grunt deeply from the sudden surging pain running through his face. In another point of the room an angel felt centaur fingers wrapped around his throat forcing him backwards with his sword tapping against the stone floor that his feet where no longer touching. As he worked to try and kick, squirm, and find a way out of this, all he could manage was to bring his hands up and wrap them around the wrist of the hand that held him against the wall. The other hand worked fast, gripping at his armor and with a strong and powerful yank the entire front of the breast plate would be torn free to be tossed over across the floor leaving the front of his strong, angelic chest, to be completely bare and open for view. The centaur no longer hard his weapon, but as he rose up on his hind legs with his front hooves curled under him the fast and hard downward stomp would bring those powerful front legs to crack down across the front of the lower armor, breaking it open at the hips and exposing that large and stiffened angel dick.

This battle seemed never ending, the scales constantly turning back and forth from one fight to the next. Two angelic beings working together went in fast and hard to collide their bodies against the side of another centaur who found herself being knocked to the side and losing her footing on the ground. Her figure was stumbled, rocked, and soon came crashing down fast as the duo moved in on her, stepping over that body to sit down on the side of what would otherwise be her hips with a heavy flow of punches raining down all while the other his partner lifted up her armored boot for the sake of wanting to try and slam it down across those now vulnerable ribs. This attack was stopped when the busty angel felt a hard impact against her back to not only knock her across the floor, but to sunder the armor clear off of her body. Eyes turned back to the who had made such an attack and that smoking pitch black hand lowered easily back down to his side. A force spell hard enough to drive a person out of her very armor caught the attention of a few and as they rose up to charge at him satyr stepped in with an impressive haste to come between them. The satyr did their job well, pouncing at the angels, intercepting them, and with a lift of that pitch black hand once again steam started to rise off of the tips of the fingers, his gaze narrowed and in an instant the unseen force of a heavy blast would drive against all of them in a wave away from his body. The spell driving both angel and satyr away, lifting them off of their grounded feet and throwing them immediately into a hard crash against those stone chamber walls. Armor crumbling off of them, satyr falling unconscious from the heavy impact.

The angels shifted, grunted, and moved to lift back to their feet, but where their impact had drawn some attention it was only a matter of seconds before minotaur were on them, stomping these angelic warriors back into the floor. It only took a turning of any one person's eyes to tell which way this fight had gone the second that the bat had stepped foot into the hall. The angels that had been putting up a good fight were now suffering at the hands of those they'd attacked, and those that stood strong, managed to overcome to this very point would only receive another blast from the fox-bat as he stepped past, dropping them, and leaving his troops to clean up the mess that was left behind. Satyrs, those that managed to get up, held down the limbs of the angels that hadn't yet given in to their situation so that when the lifted hoof of a minotaur, or centaur, could lift and deliver a hard stomp and kick. They're goal here wasn't to kill, but simply to overpower, to dominate, and humiliate these winged people and put them in their rightful place. When the last of the fight ran from those that struggled to continue this battle it was all thanks to the magical powers of this pitch black creature that had been given this godly blessing.

The easy smirk that rolled over those dragon lips showed easily that Vinickus was happy with his new powers. Something as powerful as divine angels were coming up against him and with a lift of his hand he was able to blow them back. This young mage had never had such power before, he had never even seen his master use such spells either. The gifts granted by Sepidon had left him far more powerful than even Vinickus ever dreamed that he could possibly be and all with nothing more than trusting her and fulfilling what she promised to be a better world for those that he cared for. It seemed that the god was willing to give him everything for the sake of opening this gate and while he walked past the quickly ending fight, it became immediately clear that they were no longer going to be able to put up anymore defense against his attacking forces. The shifting movement of his eyes, the progressing steps of his oily, pitch black skin, left him looking on while the creatures under his command would start to pull away the armor of those defeated angels, eyes of defiance, of regret, and anticipation were all cast to him, but the fate of these winged people were not his concern, instead his soldiers could do as they wished and this fox-bat would continue on past all of that towards the depths this hall, traveling past it and towards the throne that would come to act as the gate between these realms and the earth. Vinickus was ready to release the god of nature into the world, feeling that if anyone would be able to bring peace and unity to the planet torn by war, by people, by imperfections, then it was that god who'd graciously given him such awesome powers through dragon blood to conquer the goal that he was set out to achieve.

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The heated grunts that filled the ivory hall showed that many were already starting the punishment of these angels for their failure to defend what they'd been standing as statues to defend for so long. The easy grin that filled the lips of the beasts that gripped hold of them left the divine winged people to know what was coming, and to know that nothing would stop it now. Their fight was gone, their battle was lost, and as one felt the strong and meaty hands of the minotaur wrap around his lower back to pull him up onto that furred lap the only thing that he could do was to wrap his own hands around the back of that bovine skull. There was no question what was happening, the armor had been torn away, scattered across the floor of this place, and his own pale throbbing dick was forced to grind through that thick brown fur only to feel the tight and powerful muscles of those abs crushing back against it. The strong and perfectly shaped body was something that drew this angel to grow larger, but even he couldn't ignore the existence of that hard bull shaft that was growing, rubbing, and rising behind him, parting his rear cheeks and rubbing over his lower back. The angel had been taught long ago not to give into such pleasures but here he was moaning, grunting, and rubbing his hips back across it. He'd lost his fight, he no longer had the power to fight back, and that put him at the mercy of this ever growing bovine that not only held him in a lusty gaze, but hugged him close after his well handed defeat.

"Uh oh, it looks like a certain angel is enjoying this attention a little too much." The minotaur said, rubbing his verbal salt straight into that wounded ego.

The moaning winged man grunted out, turning his head just enough to sneer at such a comment, "Sh... shut up." He said back to that bull only receiving a chuckle in response.

As those round, plump, fleshy hips were lifted the angel would feel his cock dangling a bit in it's throbbing feeling, but as he felt the tip of that bovine member starting to spread his tight rear, his breath shook, his head leaned up, and his dick would drip with the delight of feeling the bull's figure sink into his own. The forceful weight of those strong, fur covered, muscles worked well to hold him in place as his wings spread wide and his head continued to arch backwards. When a hand gripped his shoulder the last of that huge dick was pushed into his figure, making him take it all the way in with his mouth hanging open in near disbelief that it fit at all. The tightness of that rear tunnel left the minotaur grunting, groaning, and slamming in all that much harder in order to try and loosen it up. The very feeling of that hot throbbing member beating against the walls of that strong rear left this minotaur's bovine cock to leak easily, filling that tunnel with his pre in order to help lubricate it all the more. Every hard thrust drew more and more of that juice from his dick and the feeling of that hardened angel dick swaying back to club against his large, swollen, and needy bull balls left this bovine to grunt deeply as his fingers held down tighter against those hips in order to deliver a heated grin just before the heavy flow of hot seed gushed from the tip of his cock to splash and paint the depths of those walls leaving the angel to stretch his wings wide as they faded from their brilliant white glow. Feather by feather the wings would change, shifting down their length into a deep crimson shine that left the angel panting and soon collapsing into the ivory floor.

Her back was planted on the ground, her body working to struggle, her shoulders trying to lift against the weight of that half-horse creature that was pinning her down. Fingers gripping at his sides trying to push him off of her while this angel grunted deeply with teeth grinding down against one another. The feeling of that centaur's weight on her figure left her defenseless, they'd lost this battle and with it the world, but that didn't mean that she needed to give in to them in such a humiliating way. The armor that had been on her hips and chest was entirely gone, but the plate metal that lined her arms and legs still easily existed. Such armor didn't help her though, not when her tight slit was being stretched against the length of that horse member that pushed into her body with nothing more than a heavy shove of his hips. Those teeth no longer ground down, but instead parted wide, her eyes opening instantly, and her breathing simply stopped as he forced every single inch of his horse thickness into her juicy body until a hot spirit of pre crushed from her figure with a fast shake of her figure. It was a feeling that gave her armored fingers a movement to lightly scratch down his body through his short fur. Feet kicking against the floor gave her just enough room to lift her hips up and present them so that he could have more access into her body. She wasn't giving in, but if he was going to spread her in such a way then there was nothing that this girl was going to be able to do in order to stop it, not with his weight holding her down. She could even look up the length of that human torso of his and see that face looking right back down at her, leaving her to stare into the eyes of the centaur claiming her body with his already throbbing meat. The very presence of that dick inside of her made her cry out loudly, her body struggling to hold herself in, but it was like trying to prevent a battering ram from pushing down a cloth door and nearly immediately her body quivered and the flow of her angelic seed gushed from her depths down around that cock, drenching it and leaving a hot pool down under them both. The very sensation of her pleasure setting off the centaur that replaced her cum with his own and delivered wave after hot sticky wave of bubbling horse flow to wash through her delightful body.

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Vinickus could hear the sound of his triumph behind him. The many angels that had been working all of their existence to defend this room being taken for their failure, being used for the pleasure of the winners that this pitch black, oil-shine skinned, bat had lead into those halls. No longer named Kellin, no longer human, but so much more, Vinickus carried himself through the tightening hall and through an archway that would close behind him easily with two towering doors swinging shut in order to seal this room off. The young mage carried himself easily, witnessing the final obstacle being held in front of him. It didn't look all the much better than the last challenge, though, and with an easy confident smile Vinickus would make his way forward. There was no other "gate" here, but instead was a throne that worked as a key to those that sit on it. For now that place was being taken up by one final fighter, another angel who's wings draped over the arms of the throne for how long he'd been here. His hands folded over one another to grip the bottom of the long pole that lead to an enormous stone war hammer perfectly carved into the shape of the weapon that this being would be using. Runes wrapped the surface of that stone before spirally up the length of the pole and glowed with a bright, clear, source of power. Past this hammer was the angel himself, dressed in a thick armor that covered his very being. The sight of what would be his face hidden in the shadows of his helm as he rested there on this throne, looking on at the multi-species created man that now stood there across the red carpet of this room.

"You've come along way." This angel told the young mage, looking over him easily as he slowly stood from the throne with his hand gripping at the bottom tend of that upside down turned hammer and the other hand gripping the top side of the first hand, "Through the realms of the gods, through the Hall of Eternal Warriors, and now through to here. It's a shame that this is where you're going to fall."

The angel didn't sound boastful, or overconfident. What he was saying didn't sound anything like an insult, but instead was worded perfectly as a claim that this uprising, this attack, ends right here on this spot. Under that shining silver and gold armor those eyes would narrow, those wings would spread and instead of just one set of wings this angel showed himself as having three pair, six total wings to fill in the full space around that throne. The lifting of his hand allow one to grip in place as the other slid along the cold shaft, bringing it further and further up until his hand locked down tightly against the base of the hammer's head, holding it ready to strike while he moved to step towards the black bat. Vinickus stepped forward as well, his hands moving out as those fingers started to gesture. A fast glow ignited the tips of his fingers just before both black hands were bought together and then separated to form a large and powerful fireball. It was a spell that many would take a lifetime to even learn about, but thanks to the divine change that he'd been put through such a spell was easy now. As this young mage narrowed his own gaze that ball would be launched forward, plowing through the area with a deep roar that shook the very walls. The ball growing, the heat mounting, and just as it drew closer to this awaiting angle the swing of that hammer would impact it, hitting the ball easily. The spell wasn't deflected, though, and it wasn't dispersed either, instead that ball would be absorbed into the hammer the runes changing in color from a glowing blue to a deep flaming red just before the turn of that weapon would bring it down easily across the ivory floor. The roar of the spell returned, the white floor tearing upward as the line of fire erupted from the depths. The red ruins draining their color into the very earth below their building and coursing its way through stone with rises of flame from the cracks left in the now destroyed floor that forced this young mage to jump immediately to the side just before the spot he'd been standing on burst out from under him.

The spread wings of this bat allowed him to land softly, but while those eyes turned back towards his opponent he noticed the immediate charge and knew that dodging a second time was out of the question. That quickly racing angelic being moved fast for someone wearing such bulky armor and carrying such an enormous weapon. As he charged in that hammer lifted to his well armored side, bringing itself up and swinging its mass across from behind his shoulder. Vinickus could see such a massive weapon coming through and lifted a hand towards its path. Even with all of the alterations that were cast by his time in the divine realms he still didn't have any more muscle than he had before, but now he had power and with a continued wave to lifting from his palm, spreading outward, with shock-waves that were powerful enough to be seen through the air. When that impact hit those waves this angelic hammer was stopped in its tracks, coming to a complete halt against that field as wave after wave crashed into it. At first the pressure just pushed back against it, but soon it started to chip away, cracking the very core of the weapon until with a burst of stone and metal the hammer's weighted end would shatter leaving the angel without his weapon as his hands continued to grip onto that hand grip that was once a weapon. The very shock that his weapon was destroyed so easily drove those hidden eyes wider, forcing him to step back as he shook his head slowly in complete disbelief.

"No..That's not.." He'd say out loud, but even those words would never be finished when the intensity of that shock-wave erupted from that palm, driving the heavily armored angel backwards just before his six feathered wings flapped against the ground, lifting himself to steady his weight and then drop back down to standing.

The grin wouldn't leave the bat's lips, not while he had just destroyed such a powerful angelic weapon with little more than what had to be half of his power. There was no telling how far these spells could take this young mage, and that was something he was more than willing to find out against this six-winged divine creature. The last spell that touched this ground was one of fire, so it was only suitable that when Vinickus was lifting his hand the palm would be brought down towards that floor once again, figuring a few motions with his fingers before an icy cold blast poured forth from his hand to cover the ground. The racing movement of ice like a sheet growing across the ivory floor, taking perfectly to the new shape of the ground itself. Those wings once again flapped but even this powerful angel couldn't escape the mind-bendingly fast race that came from this spell and in mid flap the angel felt his body start to stiffen, the heat pushed from his figure quickly and suddenly as if it had never been there at all leaving him to grunt and groan from his statue-like state. As he stood there on one foot, his wings caught in what would be motion, this angel could still see everything, and while those steps came in easily, closed the distance between them, it was only with a heavy punch that he'd feel the ice shatter from around his body, forcing his figure to crumble across the ground. At first this angel was worried that the worst had happened, but as he found himself in one piece he had no choice but to get back to his feet again, this time rising with that bulky shoulder armor crushing against the non-muscular body of the dark bat that was quickly and immediately thrown down into the ice covered floor.

Vinickus found himself on the ground, found himself under the weight of this heavily armored beast that seemed fit to hold him there. At first the bat thought that others from the hall would come looking for him, but wasn't sure if he should even wait that long given the situation. Instead his hands came to push against that muscular figure, finding that this angel wasn't about to move at all thanks to weight alone. What remained of that hammer, the pole-like grip, was once again taken into both hands, but only for the sake of bringing it down quickly across that black, oil-looking, throat and forcing this young mage to kick and squirm under that body now that he knew that he really was in trouble here. Black hands went to grip the pole, but even on his best days there was no way that he could throw this angel off of his figure. Pushing, shoving, hitting, none of it would do Vinickus any good here and while he grunted his hand came to press easily against that chest, rolling his hand to two fingers that he crushed down right against the center of that breast plate. The ice that covered the floor made the entire room freezing, but in only a moment that ice would turn to water, and that water would wrap itself around his arm with blinding speed only to continue the pattern and use the full force of that attack to drive this angel not only off of him but against the near by wall where he'd stay. Every bit of water that hit him fell to the floor to be reunited with the rest of the water and eventually make it's way up his arm again. It was only when his hand pulled back a bit that he's slam the hand forward once more and send a heavy bolt of water out towards his trapped opponent, forcing the gurgling angel to suddenly feel the sensation of his armor being eroded and ripped away in only a few seconds after, forcing the angel to be exposed before finally allowing him to drop down into the soaked ground.

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Watching that final angel drop was a sign that forced this black bat to smile. He was confident in his abilities and after such a clever fight Vinickus knew that he was now a force to truly be reckoned with. Such power was easy to obtain and all he needed to do to earn it was exactly what he'd already done. This young mage had lead her army, had taken on the heaven's mightiest defender and with his hips finally coming to rest down on the seat of that throne, hands gripped the arms, back pressed against the crook, and the sight of a glowing door forming in front of him left Vinickus to stare on as his eyes winced to the bright light that overtook the area. That angel looking up from his resting place, narrowing his eyes and lifting an arm to defend himself from such an event. The loud grunt that sounded out came in easily as it got brighter and brighter before finally calming down and exposing the grassy fields of the planet he had come from.

"What have you done?" The angel would ask, coming to stand and leave that useless pole behind on the ground as he made his way towards the bat in the throne.

Vinickus smirked to the question the very idea of him asking him seemed almost pointless given the proof that had been provided here, "I've opened a portal to my realm. Now Sepidon can enter it and stop the suffering that my people have started." Eyes turned then towards the angel with an easy smirk crossing his lips, "As for you though. Come here and pleasure your winner."

The order came through easily, clearly, and while the strong and muscular loser didn't want to have to do such a thing he knew that the power of this bat could have killed him back there if Vinickus had wanted to. The only thing he could do was bring himself onto his knees in front of the throne that he'd sat on for so long, kneeling down in front of it and looking at the new lord that seemed to rule here. Even if it would be a short lived victory, this six-winged angel at least knew that pleasuring this mortal would be among the final things that he might be able to do. The scent of those musky balls was strong enough all the way over to where this angel was kneeling, he could smell this man's need, his desire, and the arousing texture of it already delivered a panting breath from his lungs. When that soft tongue finally reached out to taste over the salt of those balls he'd bring them both up against his mouth and nuzzle between them allowing that smell to cover his face. The scent, the taste, it was almost like another form of heaven all together. The more he pressed in the larger those balls seemed to get, even the taste around the base of the shaft drew a hearty moan from that winged creature. The only thing that brought him out of this pleasuring trance was the sudden feeling of that dick leaking it's sticky pre down over his forward, snapping him out of it instantly with a gasp on his lips and his eyes widening to realize what he'd been doing. It didn't matter at this point, though, this angel was far too invested to back out of this now.

"Mmmm.." Vinickus called out in a soft and deep tone, "You've done this before, haven't you? That's so good... Yeah, get real deep against it. Lick it, taste it, and suckle on it until my balls are dry."

The easy moaning that filled the air from the bat only increased when he felt this angel tasting his thickness, tasting the smooth by sticky pre that connected strings to those human-like lips just before they parted and took in the full of that meat all the way into the back of his throat. Eyes closed as he tasted the sample of what that cream when it came about, even his winged body shuttered at the sensation of having such a well sized dick stretching his jaw a bit while that tongue dragged up and down the depths of that cock from tip to base and back again. The very feeling of having his pitch black cock worked so expertly leaving that dick to jump around like a caffeine addicted child. The baby makers swelling, even growing a bit in place as Vinickus prepared himself for what they both knew was about to come. He hadn't received a pleasure like this before even from Sepidon, but now that he had it there was no way for him to forget such a thing.

"I... I..." Mouth hanging open, his breath unable to make even the slightest bit of a sentence, and finally with a hot burst from the tip of his dick a torrent of hot cum gushed free, pouring over that tongue and down the length of that angelic throat who responded with deep gulping sounds while not even the slightest drop of cum would escape his lips. By the time that angel pulled his head back and opened his mouth he showed the sight of some of that cum remaining only so that he could close his mouth and open it again to show that the first sight was gone.

"Thank you mortal for freeing me..." The sound of a deep, sultry, voice calling out to him as he continued to sit on that throne, "Now I can unite everything in glorious harmony."

This statement drew a smile from Vinickus as he rested there, still panting in afterglow from the blow-job he'd only just finished up with, "How will you do such an impressive task, Sepidon?"

"I will unite them within myself. Nothing could be more glorious."