An Angel Descends

The liquid sound of the chimes suddenly filling the café caught you off-guard. As you paused cutting the strawberries meant to top a sinfully sweet layered chocolate cake, you left the knife at the table and started to search the kitchen for its source. You didn’t remember setting an egg clock, but couldn’t for the life of you think of anything else that could make a sound like that. Hard-working assistant pattisier Chinpo didn’t know either. Only after your second pass did you notice the figure of a man sitting with his back turned at one of the tables outside. Your eyes darted to the door, finally noticing the contraption of chimes hanging above it. And that the sign had been turned.

It’d still take some time to get used to everything, you thought, sighing happily while you licked your fingers stained with cream before hurriedly cleaning the rest of the spilled sweetness with a few button presses on one the apps. With a final pat to straighten the apron bunched around your erect cock and putting on your best service smile, you approached him.

You didn’t mean to sneak up on him, but seeing that billowing blonde, practically white, hair spilling out over his lean figure, his posture was so relaxed yet distant as he examined the picture of your family hanging from the walls, you felt like it’d be a shame to disturb this beautiful vision. However, the dusky-skinned man must have noticed you fretting and hovering around him as he broke the stillness and turned to face you. Your breath stuck in your throat as you took in the full extent of his intensely blue gaze. “Welcome to Café Cream, young master.” You bowed a little as if to apologize, like a maid should, and your cock peeked out from your breasts as you bent over so she could greet him too.

“Your daughters are very lovely, Alessia. Or should that be Miss Knight?” His voice was as rich as the chocolate cake waiting for you in the kitchen, and its dark dulcet thrumming sent jolts of electricity crawling up your spine. You may have said what he called you didn’t matter, but your brain short-circuited when he tapped his lap in an obvious invitation for you to sit down so you weren’t sure. His strong arms wrapped around your curved waist, pulling you against his athletic figure and forcing you to rest your hands over his firm and strong chest to maintain any distance between you.

His dexterous fingers busied themselves by loosening your apron. Something you didn’t mind at all if you guessed correctly where this would lead. But, you still had questions and felt slightly more control of your libido than when Amore and Aurora had come to visit in the morning. Even if thinking about them brought a flush to your tanned skin. He was right; your children were very lovely. “I’d like to know your name first and what you’re doing here. Can’t say I remember giving you permission to close the café for me either.” As handsome as he was, he was still far younger than you and he should respect his elders.

“Oh, I didn’t want anyone to disturb us,” the mysterious customer discarded the apron as he sent you a rakish smile, leaving him with a more clear view of your cock still hidden under another layer of the maid outfit. The way he traced the lines and veins made you close your eyes and release a plaintive and needy moan. “It’s Gabriel and I, we from LogiCum, would like to make a proposition. Alessia, you impressed us with the doctor, the one who scanned your body, he came straight into our arms after your meeting after having rebuffed us for weeks. Free-spirited women like you are exactly what we're looking for to realize the potential of this Hentai Server.”

He had become more rough with his attention, travelling further down the length of the shaft in search of something else. You took his wrist, shifting your hips to better help him find your bare slit that was wet and waiting for his probing fingers. “Aha~haaa~ Hentai Server?” He nodded, explaining that they wanted to normalize lewdness through persuasion and cultural dominance, taking advantage of all that the server could offer to turn this world into one that ran on hentai logic. They secretly had worked with programmers, artists, sponsors, all kinds, to realize this mad dream of theirs. “So you want me and my daughters to become ambassadors of Hentai? And you’ll send perverts, and perverts in denial, my way so they can experience all Café Cream has to offer. Guuhu~...!”

That suave expression from earlier painted his lips but it flagged slightly when he saw you pouting, although still squirming from the pleasure he offered your neglected slit. While you had been worried about finding clientele for a futanari staffed maid café, here Gabriel was swooping down like some sort of lewd angel offering everything you so recently had learned you wanted on a platter. Sex and sex and sex! You thumped his chest with his fist, at once angry and happy!

You kissed him, letting the lustful haze descend as your tongue found him in a noisy and wet embrace as he accepted you inside. Shifting again, you placed your knees on either of Gabriel’s sides and maneuvered yourself so were above the swollen lump in his crotch. It almost felt quaint in your hand after you had liberated it. Nothing at all like either of your daughters' girth. “Ara? This naughty boy is a little small, isn’t he?” You teased him. Something that seemed like sheepishness crept into his eyes before the angelic and in control Gabriel returned and quirked his lips in amusement.

Still larger than any man usually had a right to be, and, feeling hot and responsive between the brushes and strokes of your fingers before they clenched and closed around the shaft, you knew it’d feel wonderful inside of you. His hands had been busy too. His slender hands tearing down your top. Your breasts were bounced and were molested by him, while at the same time giving you a titjob. Gabriel was eager to see what you had to offer, expertly paying attention to your reactions each second that passed between you as he narrowed in where on your tits and in your mouth you were most sensitive.

Unable to hold back any longer, you lowered your hips to rub and lubricate his cock with your dripping juices. You groaned when his head poked against your clit and kept him there as you gyrated in slow and round circles. It seemed he had enough when he ran his hands along your deeply tanned and soft skin to your waist and leveraged his strength with a sonorous grunt to spear you on his manhood. You joined him, crying out with a high-pitched and feminine moan.

Each time you thrust down, his cock hitting the walls of your wombs sent ripples of **** reverberating through your entire body. While the slick sounds of your lovemaking filled the space between your ears. The large windows exposed everything that happened inside to any one that strolled happily down the beachfront. Maybe they’d run away embarrassed if they saw you, but that memory of you lingering and corrupting them until they could no longer resist daring another peek. You were tempted to turn your head to see if anyone was watching, but the excitement of not knowing kept your eyes locked firmly on Gabriel's azure depth. You relaunched your efforts with new and eager enthusiasm. He responded with the same.

You could feel yourself closer to coming, and judging by the strain visible in his sculpted anime features, so was Gabriel. You clamped your pussy’s muscles around him. Threatening to almost **** his member by your tightness, had it been able to breathe. “Before I let you cum, you’ll have to promise to stay away from my teenage daughters. They’re old enough, but I still can’t let you rope them into some weird Heav~enhahaaa~ business before they're ready. Fufu~ But in return I’ll let lend you my mature gyaru body for whatever perverted stuff you want~” The control you had over your muscles and other bodily functions was something you had begun to explore, and so far you felt like a cum-starved succubus by the way you clenched and unclenched your vaginal walls in a wave-like motion as you massaged Gabriel’s shaft from bottom to top.

“...Fine. I pr- I promise!”

Gabriel’s release came as soon as he opened his mouth, letting out a flood of hot cum into your womb. But it wasn’t the only source and you locked your lips around your cock’s glans, and swirled your tongue against chinpo’s urethra until the moment she came as well. Both your mouth and womb were getting filled and together pooled the gathered sticky and tasty ambrosia in your expanding stomach. The groan that came from never having felt this filled before was muffled and drowned out by another spurt of cum that you eagerly gulped down.

As things settled, you kept his semi-erect cock twitching inside of you, milking the last of its contents. You cupped both of Gabriel's cheeks, holding him there and brought up his lips to kiss him tenderly for coming into your life with such a blessing and opportunity.