They get a visitor.

Daniel had lost track of how long they had been going at it. With no refractory period and the addictive nature of sex where they were, Daniel and the angel continued having sex. She impaled herself on him on cowgirl position, he impaled her himself in missionary, he did her doggy style. Every orgasm felt amazing. So amazing in-fact that he had lost count of the number of times he flooded her womb (if she had a womb) with his seed.

The whole bed was covered in puddles of both of their love juices. The sky had turned from sunset to sundown, the night sky above them a lavenderish-blue with more stars than sand on a beach. They had returned to doggy-style, Daniel having kept his erection in the angel's abused pussy for the last five orgasms, when a loud dinging sound ringed through the air.

Ahead of them, what looked like a line of light drew itself a few yards away from the bed. It made lines and took turns, until Daniel recognized it as a door with a doorknob. Daniel almost reluctantly withdrew himself from her.

"What is that?" He asked.

"I guess someone wants to see you," said the Virtue.

"See me?" Asked Daniel.

"Yeah. Anyone can visit anyone here in Paradiso in the blink of an eye. All they have to do is ask, and apparently someone wants to see you."

The angel got off of the bed, floating ethereally with her wings over to the door. She opened it.