Celine's voluptuous naked body hung before Ethan, chained and exposed, ripe for harvest. She wriggled and kicked, her massive breasts rising and falling with the quick breaths. Her golden-haired pussy was already shiny from the colorless jelly that dripped down her thighs.

Ethan recalled something interesting. As soon as he stripped Celine of her heavenly clothes as Cassie, the air began to smell sweet, like forbidden fruit mixed with a pulpy, musty dampness. Did angels have a floral musk or something?

Gabriella, still chained beside her, yanked at her bonds, her face twisted in rage. "You won't touch her, demon! I'll rip your heart out myself!"

Ethan just laughed, not shying away from sounding mean. These two feathered bitches were about to kill him, and all he's punishing them with is sex stuff. They should be grateful.

His eyes locked on Celine again. He could see the fear in her eyes, but there were also minor changes. The aphrodisiac jelly had done some work, gradually making her squirm and long for an orgasm. His dick twitched at the idea.

But Ethan didn't rush in. Cassandra's advice was simple—deplete the Divine Power first, and make her weak, then strike.

"Kiss of Love," he muttered, summoning his Level 2 spell. This time, along with the magic, he added some physical action.

Ethan leaned in close to the angel. His lips pressed hard against Celine's beestung ones. The kiss was not soft like a lover's peck, but rough and brutal, like he owned her mouth.

The spell kicked in, a warm buzz flowing from him into her, stirring up her desires.

Celine jerked back as much as the chains let her, her lips tingling like they had been branded like a cow. "No... Get away!"

But her voice cracked and was audibly weaker than before. Ethan didn't stop. "Kiss of Love." He smooched her again, deeper this time, his tongue pushing past her teeth, tasting the clean, almost minty flavor of her insides.

The spell hit harder on the second go, making her body flush hot. A soft whimper escaped from Celine despite her resistance.

The Cromwell heir decided there should be one more for good measure. "Kiss of Love."

This time, he grabbed the angel's chin, forcing her to meet him halfway. His mouth crushed hers, sucking on her lower lip, biting just enough to hurt the pink skin.

Celine's eyes went wide, then fluttered helplessly, the magic sinking deep into her like roots in wet soil. When Ethan pulled back, a string of spit connected them, and she gasped, her chest heaving faster.

Celine looked at him with quivering lips, like a young maiden whose virginity had been stolen by force. "Don't do this to me…" she beseeched.

A smirk broke out on the Cromwell heir's face. The angel's tone had softened. Earlier, she was spitting curses at him, and now it had petered down to a desperate request.

"I'm not done yet," Ethan said, grabbing a bottle from the lab table. It had the same colorless jelly he had cooked up from those pills, but this sample was highly potent with the least dilution.

The jelly sloshed like syrup, glowing faintly in the dungeon's lights. "Open up, angel. Time for your medicine."

Celine clamped her mouth shut, shaking her head. "Don't give me any more of that poison… It's doing horrible things to my body and mind…"

Gabriella yelled from the side, "Don't you let your mind shatter, sister! Whatever happens! However, the dark one humiliates you; fight it! Remember your vows!"

Ethan just smirked at their exchange. He approached Selene gently and pinched her nose shut with one hand, waiting until she had to breathe.

Her lips parted for air, and he poured the first bottle in. The jelly hit her tongue, burning hot as it slid down her throat. Celine gagged, coughing, but he held her jaw open by force, making her swallow. "That's it. Good girl."

She sputtered, the stuff filling her belly like liquid fire. Her eyes watered, and she retched, but Ethan was ready with the second bottle. "Don't be a baby. How will you get better until you take your medicine?"

Ethan tipped it back, watching her throat work. The jelly overflowed a bit, dripping down her chin onto her breasts. Celine bucked suddenly, puking some up in a messy splatter on the floor. Her tormenter didn't mind and simply wiped her mouth with his thumb, then proceeded to shove in bottle number three.

By the fourth, Celine was a wreck, puking again, her stomach heaving. The jelly came back up in wet globs that splashed her thighs.

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the mess. "Stop... please... I can't..."

Her voice broke, carrying no more of that angelic fire. The anger had melted away, replaced by something softer, needier, darker. The angel's curvy body trembled, not just from disgust, but from the desperate heat building inside.

Ethan stepped back, wiping his hands on his shirt. The tricky part of his job was done.

Celine hung there, panting, her eyes glassy, her lips swollen from the kisses and the force-feeding. The jelly's handiwork was quite impressive.

The angel's nipples stood hard as pebbles; her pussy lips were puffy and wet, and a thin trail of her own juices mixed with the drips had already started wetting her ankles.

"There we go," Ethan said, touching her cheek almost affectionately. "Are you feeling better now?"

Celine didn't snap back or cringe from him. She just looked at his face, her chest rising and falling. The angel licked her lips, slurping up some jelly. "I… think… so…"

Gabriella stared in horror. "Celine! Snap out of it! He's poisoning your soul! This isn't you!"

But Celine's gaze stayed on Ethan, as if seeking his embrace. He stepped closer, close enough to feel the heat in her genitals. "Hey, angel bitch. Can I touch you where you're burning up? Just a little? You look like you need it and want it."

She bit her lip, reluctance flashing in her eyes on instinct, like she knew deep down it was wrong. An indecent act. Why would a heaven's angel allow a mortal to touch her sexually?

Celine's body arched towards Ethan, the chains rattling as she made the effort. "I... I shouldn't... please…"

"How about just once?"

"Just… Once…? Oh… Okay…"

Gabriella roared at her sister. "Celine! No! What are you doing?"

Ethan grinned, satisfied with his handiwork. "That's my girl."

He didn't waste time and began the noble work right away. His mouth crashed back to hers, but this time he released his own desperation for the female body.

It was a depraved kiss of just raw hunger. He sucked on her minty tongue like he wanted to pull it out, biting her lips until she yelped, then licking the sting away.

Ethan's hands roamed Celine's sides, his nails scraping her soft skin. Celine moaned into his mouth, her body pressing forward as much as she could, kissing back sloppily and needily.

The Cromwell heir broke away, trailing his lips down the angel's neck, sucking hard enough to leave red marks. "You taste so good," he murmured against her collarbone, nipping the skin softly.

Celine shivered, her gasp turning into a whine. Ethan's reach found her breasts. He grabbed them with both hands, squeezing as if he were their proprietor. His thumbs rubbed the nipples until they became as hard as pebbles.

Ethan felt like praying to God for this bountiful gift. "Thank you, Lord, for the food we are about to receive, and for the nourishment to our bodies. Amen!"

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