2~14

As the last of the ghouls fell outside the city walls, the Dragoon forces were left on standby, a silent vigil against the encroaching darkness. The intense aura rampaged ever closer to Órns, a palpable weight pressing down on the kingdom. Silence had descended, an unnatural stillness that blanketed the land. No birds sang, no animals stirred. All fleeting life had scattered, seeking refuge beyond the walls, driven by an instinctual fear. Not even the demons or ghouls remained, their usual haunting presence replaced by an eerie, unsettling quiet that crept across the battlefield, thick with unanswered anticipation.

“She said to leave…”

Sigrid, the leading captain of the Dragoon squadron stationed below Thaline, mentioned with a tremor of uncertainty in her voice. This chilling wave of energy was sending shivers down her spine, a premonition of something terrible to come.

“I’ve never seen the Silver Swan appear with such fear. Not to mention, her injuries...”

Thaline’s stance remained rigid, her posture betraying none of the fear that Sigrid so openly expressed. Though her eyes did sweep towards Private Dohva wearily, a subtle acknowledgment of the unspoken concern etched on the younger woman’s face. She ignored the cornering barrage of questions from her second in command, Sigrid, choosing instead to address the entire squadron with a voice that resonated with authority and a quiet desperation.

“Those of you who wish to retreat – say your peace.”

Thaline addressed them, her voice echoing across the silent battlefield.

“I will not condemn you to your deaths.”

A pause hung in the air, heavy with the weight of her words. She didn't miss the protective hand Dohva had placed over her abdomen, a silent declaration of the life growing within her. The concerned secret, carefully guarded behind closed doors, was a visible weight on Dohva’s face. Thaline offered a fleeting, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment, a silent promise of protection.

“Hell no.”

First Lieutenant Vidia Kore’s voice cut through the silence, firm and unwavering. She stepped forward, her lance held firm in her strong grip, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching dread.

“We are here to fight and defend this kingdom.”

A wary smirk stretched across her face as she met Thaline’s gaze, her loyalty unwavering.

“Besides, what kind of warriors would we be if we left your side, commander?”

She paused, her expression softening slightly.

“I won’t lie though, whatever is weighing down upon us has my knees shaking, ever the more reason to fight. I’d say, for those planning retreat, they should aid in evacuating the citizens alongside the nations military. The protection of our people is too a must.”

Thaline cast her gaze towards Sigrid, her long-time friend and trusted second in command. Sigrid, despite her earlier display of fear, was the only one who seemed rational enough to consider a strategic retreat. A flicker of sorrow crossed Thaline’s face as she addressed her friend.

“Old friend…”

Thaline said, her voice laced with a quiet urgency.

“Dohva is carrying precious cargo – the Sato family lineage. See to it that she is protected at all costs.”

She reached up, her movements deliberate, and ripped her family brooch crest from her breast pocket. The silver emblem, intricately designed with the symbols of the Sato clan, gleamed in the dim light. She pressed it into Sigrid’s palm, her fingers lingering for a moment in a silent exchange of trust and responsibility.

Sigrid’s golden gaze met Thaline’s, her expression unreadable save for a sorrowful glint in her eyes. She clasped her hands around Thaline’s, briefly holding onto the connection before gently accepting the family emblem. The silver crest felt heavy in her palm, a tangible weight of responsibility. If Kuina was still at Ad Laera, she would surely rally with her and her young to safeguard Thaline’s family, ensuring their safety to the best of her ability.

“I’ll see to it she is protected, you have my word, commander… Thaline.”

Sigrid affirmed, her voice resolute despite the tremor of emotion beneath the surface. A faint, sad smile touched her lips. There was much she wanted to say – how honored she was to serve alongside Thaline and the Dragoon squadron, how grateful she was for their friendship – but pleasantries had to be saved for another time. As if on cue, a faint gust of wind swept across the walls, carrying with it another wave of unnerving aura that washed over the nation, chilling everyone to the bone.

“Dohva, let’s go.”

Sigrid commanded, her voice sharp and decisive.

“If anyone wants to join us, then make haste. We depart now!”

She released Thaline’s hand, securing the family emblem against her chest. There was no time for farewells, no time for lingering regrets. Their priority was clear: protect Dohva and the precious life she carried, and evacuate along side Kuina for best chances of survival...

~

Thaline quickly spaced her remaining dragoons along the outer wall, her movements efficient and precise. She stood poised at the ready herself, her sword gleaming in the fading light, a beacon of defiance against the encroaching darkness. But what she didn't expect – what shattered her composure – was the sight of two flying objects gracing her field of vision. They descended slowly, deliberately, dangling a figure between them like a macabre trophy. It took a few agonizing moments for her to process the scene, for her mind to reconcile the horrifying image with reality. Then, recognition struck, and Thaline’s blood ran cold. Beaten to a pulp, her body a canvas of bruises and lacerations, and very likely having been tortured beyond comprehension, was her eldest sister, Aerith. She was chained by the wrists, dangling naked as the day she was born, a deliberate act of degradation and cruelty.

What was more, Aerith's belly was grotesquely swollen, a horrifying indication that she carried the offspring of her torturers – a monstrous violation that sent a wave of nausea and rage through Thaline. The air crackled with an oppressive energy as the figures descended, their intentions clear. This wasn’t a battle tactic; it was a message. A display of power. A deliberate attempt to break their spirits. Thaline’s grip tightened on her sword, her knuckles turning white. The sight of her sister, so broken and defiled, ignited a fury within her that threatened to consume her. A low growl escaped her lips, a sound that spoke of vengeance and despair. Around her, the dragoons gasped, their faces etched with shock and horror. The fragile hope that had clung to them moments before shattered into a million pieces.

This wasn’t a war against a celestial hydra anymore. It was far more personal.

Astra swayed her braided crimson hair over her shoulders, descending with Aerith’s body dangling limply beneath her. A slim, cruel smile played on her lips as she casually patted down her pristine suit, seemingly unfazed by the horror she had inflicted.

“Thank you, Orlon, for not interfering with my fun this time.”

Astra purred, her voice laced with a chilling sweetness.

“Though, I really believed this woman was that mortal from yesterday.”

She mused, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing pleasure. She seemed far more pleased with herself than a celestial being enacting such brutality should be, the initial fury over the loss of her beloved Xeion slowly settling into a focused, chilling obsession with this 'look-alike mortal' of his killer.

“So, this is Órns Kingdom.”

Astra finished, her gaze sweeping over the fortress walls and the assembled defenders with undisguised contempt.

“It’s definitely grown since our last visit.”

She paid no mind to the weaklings on the defense, dismissing them with a flick of her wrist. Orlon let out a gentle sigh, a sound that held centuries of weariness and sorrow.

“You did so while I was visiting a village to release their suffering.”

Orlon stated calmly, his voice a soothing balm against Astra’s chilling presence.

“I should have known to keep a better eye on you. I won’t make the same mistake twice.”

His words weren’t a threat, but a solemn promise – a warning of the consequences should she continue down this path of destruction. If it weren’t for the celestial enslavement bond Astra had cruelly forged with Aerith, he would have ended her suffering long before she reached the capital. Now, it was too late. The message had been sent, clear as day: Órns would fall, and those responsible for Xeion’s **** would pay the ultimate price.

Thaline pointed her sword directly at Astra, the polished steel reflecting the celestial being’s crimson hair like a warning beacon. Her obsidian eyes, usually filled with unwavering resolve and determination, now burned with a heated, simmering rage. The air around her crackled with barely contained energy, a testament to the fury simmering beneath her usual stoic facade.

“Unhand Aerith at once.”

Thaline commanded, her voice cutting through the tense silence like a shard of ice. It wasn’t a request; it was a demand, laced with a barely suppressed threat. Astra tilted her head, her crimson braids swaying with the movement, and her slim smile widened, revealing a hint of predatory amusement. She regarded Thaline with an air of detached curiosity, as if observing a particularly insignificant insect.

“These siblings seem to multiply like rabbits, just like this one will soon be.”

Astra mused, her voice dripping with disdain.

“One just keeps popping up, one after the other.”

She raised a delicate hand, her long, crimson nails glinting in the fading light, and gently cupped Aerith’s bruised cheek, a mocking gesture of tenderness. Her other hand, however, remained aimed forward, her gaze narrowing on the white-haired dragoon who dared to challenge her. A faint, ethereal glow began to curl around her fingertips, building in intensity with terrifying speed. Then, with a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a beam of pure celestial energy. It flashed across the space between them, moving with impossible speed, grazing just inches away from Thaline’s face, changing directions mid-flight as if guided by a malicious intelligence. The beam didn’t strike Thaline, but instead slammed into the nearby infirmary with a deafening roar.

A blinding explosion ripped through the building, sending debris flying in all directions. The structure groaned under the impact, collapsing in on itself in a cloud of dust and smoke. Screams pierced the air, a chorus of pain and terror as the wounded and the healers within were caught in the blast. The scent of burning wood and flesh filled the air, a grim reminder of Astra’s casual cruelty. Orlon closed his eyes, a flicker of pain crossing his otherwise impassive face. He knew Astra’s rage was fueled by grief, but her methods were becoming increasingly reckless, her disregard for mortal life appalling even by celestial standards. He opened his eyes, his gaze locking with Astra’s, a silent plea for restraint. But Astra merely chuckled, a high, tinkling sound that shivers down the spines of everyone present.

Aerith’s belly bulged obscenely, stretched taut and unnatural by the rapidly growing offspring within. The movement inside was no longer the gentle flutter of life, but a violent, agonizing churn, as if something monstrous was tearing its way free. A low, guttural groan escaped her lips, a sound of pure, unadulterated pain that spoke volumes about the torment she was enduring. The sound seemed to shatter the last vestiges of Thaline’s composure. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the hilt of her sword, her obsidian eyes blazing with a fury that threatened to consume her. The sight of her sister suffering, twisted and violated by Astra’s cruel magic, was enough to push her over the edge. Every last nerve snapped, replaced by a primal rage that demanded retribution.

Astra grinned, a slow, predatory curve of her lips that sent a shiver of dread down Eira’s spine. She was relishing Thaline’s anger, feeding off it like a parasite, as if the warrior’s rage was a source of amusement and power.

“I can’t control what you do.”

Orlon stated, his voice firm toward Astra.

“So, whatever you have piling up in your head, just enact on it, so we can focus back on…”

Before Orlon could finish his sentence, Astra vanished in a blinding flash of golden light, leaving only a lingering scent of ozone in the air. A heartbeat later, she reappeared directly above Thaline, hanging upside down as if defying gravity itself. Her crimson braids swayed languidly, framing a face contorted with cruel amusement. In her hand, a golden cleaver materialized from thin air, shimmering with celestial energy.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she brought the weapon down in a swift, devastating arc, slashing against Thaline’s sword as the warrior instinctively raised it in defense. The clash of metal echoed across the battlefield, sparks flying as Thaline struggled to parry the blow. The **** of the impact sent tremors up her arm, threatening to dislodge the weapon from her grip. Astra’s attack was relentless, a whirlwind of golden steel aimed at dismantling Thaline’s defenses and ending the fight swiftly.

Thaline, despite her fury, found herself on the defensive, **** to rely on her skill and experience to deflect Astra’s relentless ****. Each parry sent jarring vibrations through her body, the celestial energy radiating from the cleaver burning against her skin even through her armor. Astra was leaving no room to resist, creating no openings in her unpredictable movements.

“I always knew you celestial’s were freaks…”

Thaline growled, her voice strained with effort as she continued to parry Astra’s relentless attacks.

“…it seems you have a bird’s pea-sized brain and not just its feathers after all.”

Her words, laced with venom and contempt, were a deliberate attempt to provoke the angel, to break through her composed facade. And for a fleeting moment, it seemed to work. Astra’s attack faltered, her crimson eyes narrowing with annoyance. Thaline seized the opportunity, her movements fluid and precise. She parried a particularly vicious swing, redirecting the **** of the blow and managing to nick Astra on the jaw with the flat of her blade.

A thin line of golden ichor welled up on the angel’s skin, a testament to Thaline’s skill. Astra hissed, a sound like escaping steam, and momentarily recoiled, her grip on the golden cleaver loosening. The nick wasn't a grievous wound, not by any means, but it was a blatant display of defiance, a clear message that Thaline wasn't going to fall without a fight. It was a spark of resistance in the face of overwhelming power, and it seemed to ignite something within the watching Dragoons, a flicker of hope amidst the despair.

“To think a mortal like yourself can comprehend us Celestials.”

Astra scoffed, her voice dripping with condescension. With a mighty parry, fueled by celestial strength, she sent Thaline flying backwards, a hard slash against her sword sending the warrior crashing off of the defensive wall. The impact rattled Thaline’s bones, momentarily stealing the air from her lungs. Astra effortlessly took her place, standing tall and regal amidst the chaos.

“But when I’m done with you.”

Astra continued, her voice a silken threat.

“You’ll be begging for your heavens to save you. That is, if we didn’t already kill them.”

A grim smile stretched across her face, radiating malice and triumph. She tossed the golden cleaver up into the air, a seemingly casual gesture that belied the terrifying power she was about to unleash. As it reached its apex, the cleaver fractured, splintering into dozens upon dozens of celestial shards of light. Each shard shimmered with raw energy, radiating an intense heat that caused the air around them to distort. They hung suspended in the air for a moment, a glittering constellation of destruction, before Astra unleashed them.

“Along with your weak God.”

She finished, her voice echoing with contempt as the shards took aim at Thaline and all Dragoon warriors that stood in her path.

Thaline spat up a mouthful of blood, the crimson liquid staining the ground beneath her feet. Despite the pain, despite the exhaustion, she pushed herself to her feet, her movements stiff and deliberate. She wiped the blood from her lips with the back of her hand, her obsidian eyes fixed on Astra with unwavering defiance.

“Your voice is so irritating.”

The Dragoon commander interjected, her voice a low growl laced with contempt. It wasn’t a shout, or a war cry, but a simple, scathing remark, delivered with a quiet intensity that seemed to unsettle Astra for a fleeting moment. Thaline’s words weren’t meant to intimidate, but to express her utter disdain for the celestial being, to chip away at her carefully constructed facade of superiority.

“Shame, though soon you’ll be the only one left here to listen to me.”

Astra taunted, her voice echoing across the battlefield.

“Come, rain down upon these mortals!”

With a loud, resonant chant, she unleashed her celestial shards. They descended upon the Dragoon soldiers with terrifying speed and precision, each one impacting with the **** of a thunderbolt. Explosions ripped through the ranks, tearing through armor and flesh, sending bodies flying through the air. The wall behind the Dragoons crumbled under the relentless ****, reduced to a heap of rubble and dust. Surrounding buildings weren't spared, their structures collapsing inward as the celestial energy tore them apart. Each shard seemed to actively avoid Thaline, curving around her as if guided by an unseen ****. The lone commander was **** to watch in horror as her entire squadron was decimated before her eyes.

Each explosion a testament to Astra’s cruel and calculated intent. Screams filled the air, quickly cut short by the deafening roar of the explosions. The battlefield transformed into a scene of utter devastation, littered with broken bodies and burning debris. The air grew thick with the smell of smoke, blood, and ozone. Thaline stood frozen, her sword lowered, her face a mask of shock and grief. She had seen **** before, countless times, but never like this. Never so… complete. It wasn’t a battle; it was an execution. A systematic annihilation of everything she had sworn to protect. The weight of her failure pressed down on her, suffocating her with guilt and despair. She was a commander, and she had led her soldiers to their deaths.

Astra watched with cold satisfaction, her crimson braids swaying in the wind as she surveyed the carnage. Her lips curled into a smug smile, a chilling display of triumph.

"Such…fragility."

She murmured, her voice barely audible above the crackling flames.

"To think your kind dares to challenge the heavens."

She paused, her gaze locking onto Thaline's stricken face.

"Now, mortal. Shall we continue our…conversation?"

"We must return Astra. We've done more than was expected of us. Are you killing that one too or adding it to your collection as well?"

Orlon interrupted, keeping Aerith's heavily pregnant body levitating beside him.

"Besides - this mortal seems ready to drop your offspring."

He drawled dryly.

Astra’s smug smile loosened slightly, her golden gaze flickering back and forth between Orlon and the heavily pregnant Aerith, who remained levitated beside him. Then, her gaze returned to Thaline, appearing more serious than before.

“As much as I would love a second toy...”

Astra said, her voice laced with a chilling amusement.

“I, myself, am feeling rather merciful, since I’m about to have a child.”

She snickered, narrowing her gaze on the fallen warrior.

“I expect her to be alive, when I return for her later. I’ll save that Kuina woman for last, savoring the sweet fruits to come.”

A predatory glint shone in her eyes as she spoke of Kuina, hinting at a future filled with torment and despair. She turned to Orlon, a dismissive wave of her hand signaling their departure.

“Alright Orlon, let’s go.”

Thaline, fueled by a **** surge of adrenaline and grief, harnessed what little mana she had left. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her body, she charged towards Astra, her movements a blur of fury and determination. She ran two steps on the ground, then launched herself into the air, defying gravity for a fleeting moment before lunging forward with terrifying speed. Her attack wasn't aimed at a vital point, but at a **** one – Astra’s shoulder. With a fierce grunt of exertion, she managed to drive her hidden boot dagger square into the angel’s flesh, the blade sinking deep into the celestial being’s form. She twisted the dagger with brutal ****, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from Astra.

“Not my sister – you bitch!”

Thaline roared, her voice raw with emotion, her eyes burning with righteous anger. The unexpected attack, fueled by such raw emotion, clearly caught Astra off guard. A flicker of surprise crossed her face, quickly replaced by a mask of incandescent rage. A searing pain radiated from her shoulder, and a thin trickle of golden ichor began to seep from the wound. It wasn't a debilitating injury, not by any means, but it was a blatant act of defiance, a stinging insult from a mortal who dared to challenge her authority.

Thaline held on with grim determination, her fingers clenched tightly around the hilt of the dagger, refusing to relinquish her grip. The blade was now firmly embedded in Astra’s shoulder, and she squeezed her thighs around the angel’s hips, locking her legs in place, refusing to let go. Tears of pure, unadulterated anger welled up in her obsidian eyes, blurring her vision. She wouldn’t just stand by and watch her sister be taken away, subjected to some sick and unimaginable fate. It was a reckless act, a **** gamble, but Thaline was beyond caring about the consequences. She was a warrior, a protector, and she would fight to the very end to safeguard her family.

Astra’s expression twisted into a mask of fury as she felt Thaline’s **** embrace. The angel’s body tensed, her celestial power surging, but Thaline’s grip was surprisingly strong, her determination a tangible **** that momentarily hindered Astra’s ability to retaliate. A low growl rumbled in Astra’s chest, a sound that resonated with ancient power and barely contained rage.

"Insolent mortal."

She hissed, her voice dripping with venom.

"You dare to cling to me like a parasite?"

She attempted to shake Thaline off, her body vibrating with celestial energy, but the Dragoon commander held firm, her muscles straining with the effort. Orlon watched with detached amusement, his arms still cradling the levitating Aerith.

"Such tenacity."

He drawled, a hint of mockery in his tone.

"It's almost…endearing."

He didn't move to intervene, seemingly content to observe the unfolding struggle. The air crackled with tension, the scent of ozone and blood mingling with the metallic tang of fear. Astra, realizing brute **** wasn’t immediately dislodging Thaline, shifted tactics. A wave of celestial energy erupted from her, not directed outward in an attack, but inward, constricting Thaline’s limbs. It felt like being squeezed in a vise, her muscles screaming in protest as her grip began to weaken. The dagger remained lodged in Astra’s shoulder, but Thaline’s hold was slipping, her legs trembling with exhaustion and pain.

"You cannot win, mortal."

Astra said, her voice a silken threat.

"Your defiance is… amusing, but ultimately futile."

She focused her energy on the dagger itself, a faint golden glow enveloping the blade. The metal began to heat up, scorching Thaline’s hand, forcing her to loosen her grip even further. A scream escaped Thaline’s lips as the burning sensation intensified, threatening to overwhelm her senses. The dagger felt like a branding iron, searing her flesh with each passing second. Despite the agonizing pain, Thaline refused to release her hold completely. She grit her teeth, her eyes squeezed shut, focusing all her remaining will on maintaining her grip, even as her body screamed in protest. Sweat poured down her face, mingling with the tears streaming from her eyes.

Astra continued to tighten her constriction, her celestial energy slowly but surely crushing Thaline’s strength. The golden glow around the dagger intensified, the metal now glowing white-hot. It was clear that if Thaline didn’t release her hold soon, she would suffer severe, potentially irreversible, injuries.

Orlon remained impassive, observing the struggle with a detached curiosity. Aerith, still levitating beside him, whimpered softly, her hand instinctively clutching her swollen belly.

Astra’s lips curved into a genuine, chilling smirk. Impressed by Thaline’s unwavering resolve and the fierce love radiating from her, the angel’s eyes gleamed with a newfound interest. She ceased her efforts to dislodge Thaline, instead easing the constricting energy slightly, allowing the Dragoon commander to breathe, albeit raggedly.

“Intriguing.”

Astra murmured, her voice laced with a newfound amusement.

“Such spirit… such devotion. A pity to simply destroy you.”

She tilted her head, studying Thaline with a predatory gaze.

“No. I think I’ll keep you. A pet, perhaps? A… plaything. A reminder of the mortals who dared to defy the heavens.”

Astra’s smirk widened, revealing a hint of predatory satisfaction. Her golden eyes locked onto Thaline’s, radiating a chilling amusement.

“A breeder for my runts, like your sister.”

She purred, the words dripping with malice. The implication hung heavy in the air, a horrifying revelation that sent a wave of nausea through anyone within earshot. Astra’s gaze flickered to Aerith, who whimpered and averted her eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the fate that awaited her. Orlon remained impassive, offering no protest, no sympathy. He simply watched, a detached observer of Astra’s cruel whims. The angel’s hand reached out, not to harm Thaline further, but to gently stroke her cheek, a gesture that felt utterly violating.

“Don’t worry, little warrior.”

Astra cooed, her voice deceptively soothing.

“You won’t feel a thing. My offspring deserve the strongest bloodlines, and yours… is quite exceptional.”

Astra’s touch sent a shiver down Thaline’s spine, a mixture of revulsion and terror. She tried to pull away, to fight back, but her limbs felt heavy, sluggish, as if submerged in water. The residual heat from the dagger still burned in her hand, but it was nothing compared to the icy dread that gripped her heart. She stared into Astra’s eyes, searching for any sign of weakness, any flicker of compassion, but found only cold, calculating cruelty.

With a swift, brutal motion, Astra’s hand closed around Thaline’s armor, and with a surge of celestial power, the metal plates shattered and fell to the ground, clattering uselessly. The **** of the impact sent a jolt of pain through Thaline’s body, but it was quickly overshadowed by the sheer violation of the act. Astra didn’t stop there. Her fingers moved with unsettling speed, tearing through the remaining fabric of Thaline’s uniform, ripping away her tunic, trousers, and undergarments, leaving her exposed and ****. The angel’s touch was cold, clinical, devoid of any warmth or respect. Thaline instinctively tried to cover herself, but her weakened state and Astra’s overwhelming power rendered her efforts futile. She could only close her eyes, her body trembling with shame and fear, as Astra systematically stripped away her dignity.

Thaline's girlcock was immediately outsized by Astra's celestial monster of a girth.

Astra slowly traced her hand down Thaline, tracing each scar with her thumb. All the way down to her limp cock and balls. Snatching them whole within her grasp, she pursed her lips into a narrow smile. Her gaze lowering with amusement.

"Now pet, I'll give you one last chance to redeem yourself. This may benefit you, and your sister both."

Astra purred softly, pausing for merely a moment.

"You will ultimately be my pet, but only if you submit to me willingly. I will breed you, but I also take care of my pets. Pampering them, loving them, and gifting them generously when they please me."

Her other hand traced upward to hold Thaline’s cheek, pulling the warrior closer.

"Submission will also bring the necessary healing magic your sister desperately needs. My treatment on her will even lighten up, but that depends on your answer. One chance, or you'll end up just like her, with both of you living day to day on the brink of ****, where even the heavens won't answer your pleas for mercy."

Astra was truly a merciful angel, in her own eyes of course.

The air was thick with tension as Astra's proposition hung heavily in the silence that followed. The celestial being's golden eyes bore into Thaline's, searching for any flicker of hesitation or defiance. Astra's fingers, still wrapped around Thaline’s genitalia, exerted a gentle, yet unyielding pressure, a tangible reminder of her power and control. Thaline's body tensed under Astra's touch, her breath hitching as she processed the gravity of the situation. The angel's offer was clear: submit and ensure a modicum of care for herself and her sister, or resist and face the full brunt of Astra's wrath.

She didn't want to submit - but with Aerith so badly off, Thaline begrudgingly relented.

"I - we... we shall obey..."

Thaline finally decided on behalf of both herself and her sister.

Astra's smirk widened into a triumphant grin as Thaline's words echoed through the room. The Dragoon's voice was laced with defeat, but there was a resilience in her eyes that refused to be extinguished.

"Wise decision, pet."

Astra purred, slowly releasing her grip on Thaline, her hand lingering for a moment longer before pulling away. The golden glow that had encased her earlier faded, leaving behind a faint shimmer in the air.

As an angel of her word, runes appeared to life across Aerith, warm and comforting. The bruises, slashes, all of the scars and damage Astra had inflicted, all of it faded - easing most of her suffering, except for the growing child inside, still waiting to come out.

"So, what is your name, pet?"

Her tone shifted to a more stable, calm feel when engaging with the warrior. Stepping to the side, her hands explored Thaline’s neck and tracing the outline of the commanders tattoo. Her nails glided across the soft surface, touching both Thaline and her very soul. She drew the celestial enslavement crest onto her very soul, keeping her physical skin clean from such markings.

As Astra's power washed over Aerith, the transformation was immediate and undeniable. The pain and torment etched across the human's body dissipated, leaving behind unblemished skin. Astra's runes glowed with a soothing light, their magic weaving through Aerith's form, mending and healing her injuries. The visible signs of Astra's cruelty faded away, leaving Aerith looking more like her old self, albeit still heavily pregnant with the celestial being's offspring.

Thaline's own body was still in a wrecked state from the battle and she could hardly move, let alone resist the disgusting hands of her new master.

"Thaline Romuere Sato."

The beaten commander muttered.

Astra's golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she took in Thaline's broken form.

"Thaline Romuere Sato."

She repeated, the name rolling off her tongue with a strange sort of reverence. The angel stepped back, releasing Thaline from her grasp. The Dragoon commander slumped to the ground, her body racked with pain and exhaustion. Astra watched her for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, with a wave of her hand, the celestial being conjured a sphere of shimmering light. The sphere hovered in the air before descending gently onto Thaline, enveloping her in its warm glow.

They weren't her hydra Xeion, the two humans would never compare to the godly creature that hydra once was. Astra enacted the healing verse for Thaline, wiping away all of the pain instantly. Even replenishing any mana she may have lost in their fight and prior. It was as Astra stated, she treated her willing pets with utmost care, so long as her anger was quenched.

"The heavenly trumpets are about to sound, I can hear the chorus."

Astra murmured, glancing up at the skies above. Faint cracks could be seen stretching across the blue skies, even across the shifting clouds. Aerith floated with care to Astra, being lay down in the angel’s arms instead of leaving her to dangle.

"I'll see you later Orlon, until our next call. Tell the misses I said hello."

Astra's smile slowly curved across her lips, narrowing her gaze at her powerful comrade.

"I'll take these two into my care now."

As Astra's healing verse took effect, Thaline felt a wave of warmth spread through her body, washing away the pain and fatigue that had plagued her. Her wounds closed, her strength returned, and her mana reserves were replenished, leaving her feeling revitalized and whole once more. The celestial magic was unlike anything she had ever experienced, a stark reminder of Astra's immense power.

Her large golden wings fluttered softly as she cradled Aerith in her arms, her golden eyes reflecting a tenderness that seemed at odds with her previous actions. The celestial being looked down at the human woman, now healed and at peace, a stark contrast to the battered and broken form she had been only moments before. Astra's gaze then shifted to Thaline, who was slowly regaining her composure, her body still adjusting to the sudden influx of strength and vitality.

Astra gently set Aerith down on a makeshift bed of celestial light, ensuring her comfort before turning her attention back to Thaline. The Dragoon commander, still on the ground, used the opportunity to gather her bearings. Her body, once fraught with pain, now thrummed with renewed energy, a testament to Astra's healing prowess. Thaline's eyes, hardened by the trials she had faced, met Astra's gaze with a cautious defiance.

Astra stepped forward, her movements graceful and deliberate. She extended a hand towards Thaline, offering to help her to her feet.

"Rise, Thaline Romuere Sato."

Astra commanded, her voice echoing with authority. Thaline hesitated for a moment, her gaze flickering from Astra's outstretched hand to her unwavering eyes. With a deep breath, Thaline accepted the angel's help, allowing Astra to pull her up with surprising gentleness.

The dragoon commander reflexively covered her exposed breasts with one arm whilst squeezing her thighs together in hopes of hiding her flaccid shaft and balls. She felt like her body was being analyzed by some kid observing their new toy.

Astra's eyes narrowed slightly as she observed Thaline's attempt at modest actions, a flicker of amusement crossing her celestial features.

"There's no need for modesty, pet."

She said, her tone carrying a hint of playfulness.

"I have seen all there is to see, and I will see so much more of you in the days to come."

She hooked Thaline under the arm and made her take a seat beside her sister. Astra the. wasted no time in disappearing through a portal with Thaline and Aerith in tow. She appeared in her throne room, little light spirits scattering about, greeting their master with wispy stubby arms. The blue ghosts appeared cheerful, their tiny bodies flew around Astra in an attempt to snatch her loving attention.

"Calm now, calm down each of you!"

Though firm, Astra had a playful tone. She pet each one across their hands before turning her gaze beyond Thaline, onto Aerith.

"Take her off of the platform and lay her in bed. Aid her in her needs, she'll be giving birth any minute now."

Astra's voice echoed through the grand throne room, her command clear and authoritative. The little light spirits, eager to please their master, immediately set to work. They fluttered around Thaline and Aerith, their ghostly forms casting a soft, ethereal glow on the sisters. Two of the spirits gently lifted Aerith off the platform of celestial light, their stubby arms surprisingly strong as they carried her towards a plush, celestial bed that materialized from the floor.

The light spirits carefully laid Aerith onto the celestial bed, its surface shimmering with a soft, radiant light that seemed to soothe her. Astra watched with a keen eye, ensuring that her orders were being followed to the letter. The bed, adorned with silken sheets and cushions, was designed to provide comfort and support for Aerith's pregnant form.

The light spirits bustled around Aerith, adjusting the cushions and pulling up the silken sheets to ensure her comfort. Their movements were swift and efficient, guided by Astra's command. Thaline, still in a state of mild shock from the rapid turn of events, watched as her sister was settled into the celestial bed. The sight of Aerith, looking more at peace than she had before, brought a small measure of relief to Thaline's heart.

Astra began to unbutton her suit, unraveling her tie and letting it fall - it vanished into thin air with a flash of light. Next went her black suit, then white undershirt. Leaving her wearing only a tank that barely could contain her heavenly breasts.

"Due to the stark time differences our realms have, we'll be living in the skies of the mortal realm. Unfortunately, you both won't have the full experience of the celestial plains, but this will have to suffice."

Astra paused while slowly slipping her pants off. She wore a thong that barely contained her balls, let alone her massive cock that clung against the fabric. She pursed her lips as she let out a soft exhalation of air, finally free from those constricting clothes.

"You both will share my chambers, and my light spirits shall provide food and care for both of you. Do I make myself clear?"

Thaline knelt at Aerith's side - blatantly ignoring the angel's words. There wasn't much more to think on at the moment since the room filled with sounds of her sister's uneven and labored breathing.

Astra’s gaze flickered towards Thaline, a hint of annoyance crossing her celestial features. The angel’s lips pursed slightly, but she refrained from uttering a reprimand. Instead, she turned her attention back to ensuring Aerith’s comfort, directing the light spirits to prepare a soothing balm and a cool compress for her sister’s forehead. The celestial being’s movements were precise and efficient, her focus unwavering. She clearly prioritized Aerith’s well-being above all else, even if it meant overlooking Thaline’s blatant disregard for her instructions.

Astra's hands glowed with a soft, ethereal light as she prepared to assist Aerith. The celestial energy radiated warmth and reassurance, enveloping the birthing woman in a cocoon of divine power. With gentle precision, Astra positioned herself at the foot of the bed, her gaze fixed on Aerith's face. She watched as the light spirits diligently tended to her pet, offering water and support. A serene expression settled upon Astra's features, a rare display of vulnerability from the formidable angel. The throne room fell silent, save for Aerith’s labored breathing and the soft whispers of the light spirits. It was a moment of profound intimacy, a testament to the miracle of life unfolding before them.

A low groan escaped Aerith’s lips as a sharp pain seized her abdomen. Her hands clenched the silken sheets, knuckles turning white as she fought to maintain composure. Thaline, kneeling beside her, instinctively reached for her sister’s hand, offering a silent source of strength. Astra, observing Aerith's distress, gently placed a hand on her swollen belly, channeling a wave of soothing energy into her womb.

Astra’s touch seemed to ease Aerith’s pain momentarily, her brow unfurrowing slightly. A faint, golden glow emanated from the angel’s hand, bathing Aerith’s distended abdomen in warmth.

“Push, Aerith.”

Astra murmured, her voice soft yet commanding.

“Push with all your strength.”

Aerith's dark blue eyes screwed shut as the baby's movements began to grow more frantic and painful inside of her again, stretching her heavily rounded belly in grotesque bulges.

"Your spawn is too much for her to handle!"

Thaline growled, watching her sister's belly struggle to keep the offspring at bay for a normal birth - with a low glowing light beginning to bloom within Aerith's womb.

Aerith's contractions weren't stretching enough, not nearly enough to dare let the body and wings of her baby slide out. A problem Astra would need to fix at a later time for her new pets. Astra climbed up on the bed, pressing herself against the private bits. Her spirits pull the sheets away as a small scalpel-like blade materialized in her hand.

"I suggest you focus on healing and numbing her body."

Astra ordered, her tone all too serious. Aeirth's exposed belly grew in front of Astra, as if ready to pop. Wasting no time at all, her blade with practiced care, slit across the skin.

"Want her to survive, do as I say."

Thaline gaped, her eyes widening in horror as Astra’s blade sliced into Aerith's abdomen. A crimson bloom erupted on the silken sheets, staining the pristine fabric with blood. Aerith let out a piercing scream, her body arching in agony.

"You're killing her!"

Thaline shrieked, grabbing a tight hold of Astra's arm to try and keep her from making further incisions. Blood gushed everywhere as Aerith's belly was opened up and mere moments later the angels hands were rummaging around in her like some sick scientist.

Astra’s celestial eyes flashed with cold fury as Thaline dared to impede her actions. With a swift, effortless movement, she disengaged Thaline’s grip, sending the Dragoon stumbling backward.

“Silence, insect.”

She hissed, her voice laced with venom.

“You understand nothing of the delicate balance required to bring this life into the world.”

She resumed her work, her hands moving with a chilling precision as she navigated the interior of Aerith’s womb. The air grew thick with the metallic scent of blood, and Aerith’s screams echoed through the throne room, each one a testament to her agonizing pain.

"Abdomen open. Spirits, one sacrifice yourself into the human girl. Give her your life."

Upon Astra's command, one of the light spirits hovering nearby glowed brighter, its ethereal form shimmering with a radiant light. With a soft, almost sorrowful hum, the spirit dove into Aerith's abdomen, merging with her flesh and bone. Aerith's body convulsed momentarily, then grew eerily still as the spirit's life **** intertwined with her own, granting her a fleeting surge of vitality.

As the light spirit's essence fused with Aerith's, a visible change came over her. Her skin, previously pale and clammy, took on a faint, golden glow, and her breathing steadied, if only slightly. The room seemed to hold its breath, the tension palpable as Astra's hands continued their careful work within Aerith's womb.

Astra’s hands, now slick with Aerith's lifeblood, moved with a precision born of celestial knowledge. Her fingers gently cradled the baby’s form, guiding it carefully out of the womb. The air shimmered with the raw power of creation as the infant's cries filled the throne room, a sound so pure and primal that it seemed to echo through the very walls of the palace.

The baby, now free from the confines of Aerith's womb, let out a robust cry, its tiny fists clenching and unclenching in the cool air of the throne room. The light spirits, following Astra's unspoken command, swiftly wrapped the newborn in a soft, radiant blanket, their hands gentle as they began to clean and examine the child.

Astra, with the baby now in the care of her obedient light spirits, turned her attention back to the task at hand. Her celestial aura pulsed with a soft, golden light as she focused on repairing the damage caused by the emergency cesarean. With careful, deliberate movements, she began to suture the gaping wound, her hands glowing with divine energy that cauterized and healed the flesh as she worked.

"Bless be from the Divine... you'll live through this, you have my word, human. For I am not in the habit of letting my pets die when I have the power to save them."

Astra murmured under her breath, feeling the fluids from within Aerith finally expel out through her vaginal opening. It wetly leaked onto the angel, but she paid no mind to the liquid, ensuring Aerith's life was her priority.

Astra's hands glided over Aerith's wound, the celestial light emanating from her palms sealing the incision with an ethereal grace. The room resonated with the hum of divine power as the angel worked tirelessly to restore Aerith's strength. The blood that had stained the sheets began to recede, replaced by a faint golden sheen that seemed to pulse in time with Aerith's heartbeat.

As Astra's healing light enveloped Aerith's wound, the torn flesh knitted itself back together, the angry red of the incision fading to a soft pink. Aerith's breathing, though ragged, grew more regular as the pain subsided, her body relaxing into the bed for the first time since the ordeal began. The light spirits, having cleaned and swaddled the newborn, flitted about the room, casting a warm, comforting glow that filled the once-ominous throne room with a sense of tranquility.

The light spirits, guided by Astra's silent commands, descended upon Aerith as she lay on the bed, her body slick with sweat and blood. One of the spirits hovered above her, its ethereal form casting a gentle, radiant light that enveloped her. The spirit's hands, though insubstantial, pressed against Aerith's shoulders, massaging the tension from her muscles with a touch as soft as a summer breeze. The spirit's face, featureless and serene, nestled against Aerith's head, offering a comforting presence that seemed to soothe her fractured spirit. The spirits holding the baby, finally upon an unspoken order, lowered the baby into Aerith's rising arms.

Thaline immediately tried to go back to her sister's side in hopes of confirming her overall health herself - but her new master had other plans it seemed, stopping her before she could reach Aerith's side.