Punishment by The Head Angel

[Warning: Futanari Ahead!]

Smack! Smack! Smack!

In an area closed off by magical power, the sound of flesh being struck echoes. The butt cheeks of an angel being spanked by their supervisor, Head Angel.

Nanael: H-Head Angel... Forgive meee~

Nanael voiced trembled between tears.

Head Angel: "What does one say when asking for forgiveness?"

Her face sporting a friendly smile, the Head Angel merely raised her hand up and brought it straight down again.

Nanael: "Higiih-!"

Laila held onto Nanael tightly, who almost collapsed from unimaginable pain.

Laila: "A-are you... okay? Miss Nana...el?"

Nanael: "Do I LOOK OKAY?"

Nanael's words drew tears from Laila.

There was a reason behind this brutal punishment from the Head Angel, for due to Laila's failure as a Divine Enforcer, she had unwittingly helped instiage an unprecedented catastrophe.

Head Angel: "Nanael... It appears as if this punishment is simply not enough."

The Head Angel smiled once more. What was once a heartwarming and kind expression, could now only barely conceal a smiliar sentence for all of Laila's company.

Laila: "He-head Angel! Miss Nanael isn't at fault... So then... it's...mine?"

Laila admitted to her crimes, inferring that Nanael's penalty should be mitigated.

Nanael: "T-that's right! It was Laila's bad. So I... I..."

Head Angel: "You misunderstand as to why I am spanking you."

Without giving Nanael's explanation the slightest chance, the Head Angel's next slap left a red-handed print over her butt cheek.

"W-what should I do? D-did you grow used to... it?

"T-there's no way that'd happan!"

Still, Nanael stuck out of her butt in line with Laila's. Having decided that if it had come to this, there was little choice left but to get this punishment over with quickly.

Head Angel: "How admirable. With that, I shall show you to your true punishment!"

Nanael bit her lips at the Head Angel's declaration.

The Head Angel lifted the front side of her dress as a bright glows appeared on her crotch as the Head Angel grow a cock and balls, because the Head Angel have huge body, her cock is not just big, but massive as her cock is almost as big as Nanael and Laila’s whole body.

Nanael: "What... what are you going to do?"

Nanael's voice quivered with a mix of fear and confusion.

Head Angel: “Your punishment for the both of you is to be fucked by me, since you are Laila’s supervisor, Nanael! I will started with you!”

Head Angel say with a gentle, but a wicked smile.

Head Angel: "This will ensure you both understand the gravity of your mistakes."

Her eyes gleaming with authority, the Head Angel approached Nanael, who was still squirming in Laila's embrace. The angelic leader's newfound masculine attribute stood tall and proud, a stark contrast to their usually serene demeanor.

Nanael: "H-Head Angel, please... I-I'll do anything! Just don't do this!"

Nanael's eyes widened with a mix of terror and disbelief, her cheeks reddening to match the handprints on her bottom.

Head Angel: “The punishment was decided by me!”

The Head Angel’s tone was firm, leaving no room for negotiation. She reached out, her powerful hand wrapping around Nanael’s delicate waist, and easily lifted her into the air. Despite her protests, Nanael found herself face-to-face with the Head Angel’s towering figure, the newfound appendage pointing directly at her.

Nanael’s legs instinctively wrapped around the Head Angel’s waist, trying to push away the inevitable, but it was futile. The Head Angel's grip was like steel, unyielding and uncompromising. With a swift motion, she pulled Nanael’s lower body closer, aligning her with her own.

Laila, tears streaming down her face, could only watch in horror as the Head Angel’s massive member pressed against Nanael’s trembling folds. She knew that this was the ultimate form of discipline in the heavenly realm—one that she had heard whispers of, but never thought she would witness.

Nanael’s eyes squeezed shut tightly, and she let out a sharp gasp as the Head Angel began to thrust into her, the sound of their bodies colliding echoing through the chamber. Nanael’s fair skin was stark against the Head Angel’s body, the contrast highlighting her vulnerability in this moment. Despite her fear, a strange warmth began to build within her, a sensation that she had never experienced before.

The Head Angel’s strokes grew steadier and more forceful, her hips pumping rhythmically as she filled Nanael completely. Nanael’s body tensed, her hands gripping the Head Angel’s shoulders tightly as she tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Laila watched in a mix of shock and pity, feeling powerless to intervene as she saw the pain and confusion in Nanael’s eyes.

For what felt like an eternity, the Head Angel continued her punishing rhythm, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh resonating through the chamber. Nanael’s cries grew louder, a blend of pain and a strange, inexplicable pleasure that she had never felt before. The sensation grew stronger with each thrust, and she began to realize that this punishment was more than just physical—it also mentally.

As the Head Angel’s climax approached, her strokes grew erratic, her breaths coming in deep, ragged pants. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a low, guttural moan. The moment arrived with a sudden, powerful surge, and Nanael felt her stomach inflate as an enormous amount of cum filled her up. It was as if she had been impaled by a divine river, and she could feel the warmth spreading through her body.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, and her vision blurred as the intensity of the experience overwhelmed her. Nanael’s body went limp, her legs sliding off the Head Angel’s waist with a wet pop. She slipped to the floor, a trail of white, sticky fluid following her descent. Her mind was a haze of confusion, pain, and an odd sense of fulfillment that she couldn’t quite comprehend.

Head Angel looked down at Laila, her eyes gleaming with the same authority that had filled her voice moments ago. "Now, it's your turn," she said, her tone unwavering. Laila’s heart hammered in her chest as she took in the sight of Nanael, sprawled out on the floor, gasping for air. The fear of what was to come was palpable in the air, and she knew that she had **** but to face her punishment.

Shaking, Laila took a step forward, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her. The Head Angel reached out and grabbed her by the arm, pulling her closer. The angelic leader’s cock, still glistening with the remnants of Nanael's punishment, hovered ominously above her. Laila closed her eyes, bracing herself for the pain she knew was inevitable.

The Head Angel leaned down, her cock pointing at Laila’s trembling mouth.

Head Angel: "Open,"

She demanded, her voice firm and unyielding. Laila hesitated, her mind racing with fear and uncertainty. With a gentle push from the Head Angel, her mouth opened slightly, and she felt the tip of the massive member press against her lips.

The taste was unexpected—sweet and metallic, like a heavenly nectar tinged with the essence of power. The Head Angel’s grip on her hair was firm but not painful, guiding her as she pushed further into Laila’s mouth. The half-angel's eyes watered and her jaw protested as she tried to accommodate the unyielding girth. Her throat constricted as the Head Angel’s cock slid in, the pressure building as she took more and more of it into her mouth.

Laila’s eyes bulged, and she gagged around the Head Angel’s member, her cheeks hollowing with the effort to take in air. The Head Angel’s breaths grew ragged, and she moaned with each thrust, her hips moving with a steady, deliberate rhythm. Laila’s eyes darted to Nanael, who is **** on the floor near her. The sight of Nanael’s used, cum-filled pussy made Laila’s own sex throb with an unwelcome arousal.

The Head Angel’s strokes grew faster, and Laila could feel her own wetness seeping down her thighs, her body betraying her fear. Despite herself, she found her tongue moving against the velvety shaft, tasting the sweetness of the divine fluid that coated it. The Head Angel’s breaths grew more erratic, and she could feel the swelling within the cock, signaling the approaching climax.

Her throat tightened around the girth as the angelic leader’s thrusts grew more demanding. Laila’s eyes watered uncontrollably, and she gagged as the Head Angel pushed even deeper. The pressure was immense, but she was determined to endure it all for Nanael’s sake. The Head Angel’s hand tightened in her hair, her hips moving with a fierce urgency that left no room for protest.

Laila’s own body was a whirlwind of conflicting sensations—fear and arousal fighting for dominance as she serviced the Head Angel. Her mind was a tumult of emotions, but she knew that she had to be strong for both of them. She could feel the Head Angel’s cock swelling even further, and she knew that the end was near.

With one final, powerful thrust, the Head Angel’s cock erupted, filling Laila’s mouth and throat with an endless flood of hot, sticky cum. She struggled to swallow, her eyes streaming with tears as she tried to accommodate the sheer volume. The Head Angel’s body shuddered with pleasure, her grip on Laila’s hair loosening slightly as she came down from her peak.

When it was over, Laila pulled away, gasping for air, her cheeks and chin coated in the evidence of her punishment. The Head Angel looked down at her with a satisfied smirk, as her cock still hard and have some more in the tank.

Head Angel: "Good girl,"

She praised, stroking Laila's face with a gentle thumb, smearing the cum across her cheek.

Head Angel: "Time to finish your lesson."

Without warning, the Head Angel pushed Laila onto her back, her cock still erect and pulsing with power. Laila's eyes went wide, her heart racing as she looked up at the angelic being above her. The Head Angel straddled her, her massive cock pointing straight at Laila’s virgin pussy. Laila's legs was pinned down and spread by The Head Angel’s arms, a silent plea for mercy that was lost on the Head Angel's unyielding gaze.

The Head Angel leaned in, whispering into Laila’s ear.

Head Angel: "Now, let's see if you can handle the true power of a heavenly punishment."

With a swift motion, the Head Angel aligned her still-throbbing cock with Laila’s tight entrance. Laila’s eyes squeezed shut, her body trembling as she anticipated the pain to come. But as the tip of the divine member breached her, she realized the sensation was not entirely unpleasant. The pressure was intense, but it mingled with a strange sense of warmth and belonging that seemed to resonate deep within her soul.

The Head Angel began to push into her steadily, her powerful hips moving with an almost tender rhythm that belied the **** behind each thrust. Laila gasped, her nails digging into the stone floor as the angel filled her completely. Each stroke brought a wave of discomfort, but it was quickly followed by a pulse of pleasure that had her body arching up to meet the Head Angel’s.

Her eyes fluttered open to meet the Head Angel’s intense gaze, and she was surprised to find not anger, but something akin to fascination and hunger. The angelic leader’s eyes were a swirl of emotions—desire, dominance, and something that looked suspiciously like affection. It was a heady mix that sent Laila’s thoughts spiraling.

With a grunt, the Head Angel pushed in deeper, and Laila felt her walls stretch to accommodate the unyielding girth. A whimper escaped her lips, and she could feel the Head Angel’s cum still ooze from her mouth and down her chin, mingling with the tears that stained her cheeks. Yet, amidst the fear and pain, there was something else—an unmistakable thrill that shot through her body with each thrust.

Her eyes locked onto the Head Angel’s, searching for any sign of mercy, but all she found was an intensity that seemed to burn through her very soul. The Head Angel’s eyes were filled with a fiery passion that seemed to match the rhythm of their joined bodies, and Laila could feel herself being consumed by it.