A strange newcomer

Inside Craig’s room, the siblings were suspended in mid-air like lovers caught in a dream, the air itself seemed to shimmer with heat and power.

Craig’s new body was obscene in its perfection—broad, sculpted shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, every muscle carved as though by a god who’d decided subtlety was overrated. Veins traced hot paths along his forearms and abdomen, and his cock, thick and flushed and somehow even more impossibly perfect than before, pistoned in long, languid strokes into the dripping heaven between his sister’s thighs.

Brianna was a living wet dream made flesh. Platinum hair cascaded in glossy waves down her back, sticking to sweat-slick skin. Her cartoonishly exaggerated hourglass figure bounced and jiggled with every lazy thrust—impossibly round, fake tits heaving, nipples diamond-hard, waist so tiny it looked painted on, hips and ass so inflated they seemed designed solely to be gripped, spanked, worshipped. Her glossy, bee-stung lips stayed permanently parted in an ‘O’ of endless surprise and pleasure, mascara running in pretty black streaks down her flushed cheeks.

Every time Craig bottomed out, her whole body seized—back arching violently, thighs quivering, toes curling in the empty air. She clawed at his shoulders, nails leaving red trails that healed instantly under his power. Her screams cycled between high-pitched, brainless squeals and broken, guttural moans:

“Fuuuuck—Craig—ohmygod—don’t stop—harder—yesyesyes—cummingcummingcumming—”

He wasn’t even trying particularly hard. Just leisurely rolling his hips, letting the obscene length of him drag against every sensitive ridge inside her while one big hand palmed a bouncing tit and the other cradled the small of her back like she weighed nothing.

He was literally fucking her mind apart, stroke by stroke. Every time her eyes started to roll back and her voice cracked into white-noise bliss, he’d gently rewind the peak—keeping her teetering right on the razor edge of brain-melting orgasm without ever quite letting her fall off the cliff completely.

And then—

A sweet, melodic voice cut through the wet symphony of flesh and **** cries.

“Um… hi?”

Craig’s head snapped toward the sound, hips stuttering to a halt mid-thrust.

Floating a respectful distance away, near the far wall, stood an angel.

Not metaphorical. Literal.

Golden hair spilled in soft waves to her mid-back. Her face was heartbreakingly beautiful—delicate, symmetrical, with huge luminous blue eyes that seemed to hold entire summers inside them. Full lips curved in a shy, almost apologetic smile. Her body was a different flavor of perfection than Brianna’s: athletic yet still outrageously feminine, skin soft and sunkissed, long toned legs, tight little waist, perky high breasts that sat proudly without any artificial help, and a pert, bubbly ass that promised trouble if you ever got your hands on it.

But the wings—huge, radiant, pure white with just the faintest golden shimmer at the edges—made everything else secondary.

And above her head, a perfect glowing halo slowly rotated, bathing her in soft light.

She lifted one delicate hand and gave the tiniest, most awkward finger-wiggle of a wave.

“I’m… really sorry to interrupt,” she said, voice like warm honey and church bells. “I just… thought maybe we could talk? If that’s okay?”

Craig blinked once. Twice.

Brianna, still impaled and trembling on his cock, let out the most pitiful, needy mewl of complaint when he stopped moving.

“Shhh,” he murmured, brushing sweat-soaked platinum strands from her face. Then he made a lazy flicking motion with two fingers.

Instantly Brianna’s eyes rolled back again. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as her body locked up—orgasm crashing through her in full ****. But just as the peak started to fade, reality hiccuped.

She snapped back to the exact beginning of the climax.

And came again.

And again.

And again.

A beautiful, writhing, endlessly orgasming doll floating in his room, mouth frozen in ecstasy, body convulsing through the same perfect loop while making the most obscene, broken little noises.

Craig pulled out slowly—his glistening length leaving her with a wet, obscene sound—then drifted toward the angelic stranger, cock still hard and proud, hovering in the air like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He studied her with open, shameless curiosity, head tilted, a slow grin spreading across his devastatingly handsome face.

“So…” he drawled, voice low and rough from pleasure, “you gonna tell me who—or what—you are, angel girl?”

The blonde beauty blushed a lovely rose color from her cheeks down to the tops of her perfect breasts.

She bit her lower lip, wings giving the tiniest flutter of nervousness.

“My name’s Seraphina,” she said softly. “And… I think we might have a problem.”

Her halo pulsed once, brighter.

“Or maybe…” she added, eyes flicking down to his still-dripping cock, then quickly back up, cheeks somehow burning even hotter, “…maybe you’re exactly the kind of problem Heaven’s been looking for.”