Stella's Performance
The plump man watched Stella's reactions with satisfaction before slapping her ass. "Shall we start enjoying ourselves?"
At his words, Stella dropped to the floor on her knees. The skinny man positioned himself in front of her while the others took their places on either side. She kissed the tip of his cock with her lips, rolling his balls with her tongue in a practiced motion that drew a moan from him. Her tongue slid down the shaft before she took one testicle into her mouth, sucking and releasing to stimulate it. When she began proper fellatio, taking the glans fully into her mouth, the men on either side pressed closer.
Stella performed the high-difficulty act of giving handjobs with both hands while sucking with her mouth, complete with expressive facial acting. Even with her cheeks hollowed from the suction, her beautiful face seemed to greatly satisfy the skinny man looking down at her.
"Chuuup, hah. Do you like it?"
"That upward gaze and your expression are really doing it for me."
"Hehe, thank you. Haam."
Unlike the skinny man who affectionately stroked her head as she resumed fellatio, the plump man looked impatient.
"Stella, take it easy for a bit. Nngh."
At the urgent request, her rapid stroking slowed to gentle caresses around the glans. The exquisite technique of controlling pleasure right at the edge allowed the man's expression to relax.
"Hoo, hoo. Stella, your hair."
The muscular man released her cock and grabbed Stella's hair. Wrapping the strands around his shaft, he began stroking himself as if savoring the texture. The muscular man's tastes were rather niche—feet, ears, and now hair. All uncommon preferences.
"As expected, the sensation of rubbing against soft hair is the best."
"I don't get why that guy is so obsessed with hair."
"Stella's hair is like silk. Try it yourself—you'll understand."
"That good?"
"Of course."
Enticed by the words, the plump man grabbed the hair on the opposite side and wrapped it around his own cock. Suddenly pulled from both sides, Stella's head movements slowed, making fellatio difficult.
"Ooh, what is this soft yet slightly rough sensation? It really feels like a doll's hair."
"I told you, once you try it you won't forget."
As the two men's movements grew rougher, Stella's hair was tugged back and forth. When she could no longer perform fellatio properly, the skinny man snapped in irritation.
"You bastards. One of you do it, don't both do it at once!"
"Let's enjoy it together."
"Ugh, feels good."
Despite the interference, Stella succeeded in making one of them climax with her mouth. While she swallowed the semen, the other two ejaculated onto her hair. The white fluid staining her black hair was obscene.
"This is really nice. I should use it sometimes."
"Hoo, wiping it like this after cumming is clean."
The man avoided the semen-covered strands and grabbed another section, rubbing the remaining fluid into her hair as if using it like tissue. Her hair was treated like nothing more than a rag.
After trying to tidy her sticky hair with her hands, Stella stood up. "It's gotten quite dirty. I'll go clean up for a moment."
"Sure, we'll rest a bit too."
Stella headed back to the bathroom to wash her hair. The men took out small bottles they had prepared and drank from them.
"Hey, we're having too much fun here."
"Our goal today was to completely break Stella and get her to surrender."
"Let's really send her over the edge now."
The moment Stella emerged with her hair washed, the plump man dragged her to the bed and threw her down. He flipped her over into a prone position and rubbed his cock against her entrance to coat it with her fluids before thrusting in roughly, burying himself to the hilt in one motion. Stella's accompanying moan satisfied him.
"Shoving it all in at once is the best. You agree, right Stella?"
"Haang, uhet. Yes, I like it too!"
Smack!
"Kyaaung!"
Every time the plump man's palm struck her ass, Stella let out a pleasing moan. From the familiar performance, it seemed she didn't actually feel pleasure from the strikes—it was all an act, but so natural that the man noticed nothing.
The men took turns watching and occasionally masturbating while one of them thrust. Stella's aroused moans and the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh created an obscene symphony. The plump man kept slapping her ass and pulling her hair to arch her back. Each time she cried out, his excitement grew, and he grabbed her by the neck from behind, handling her roughly. Yet even with his rough sex, he couldn't last long against Stella's skilled techniques and came in just eight minutes.
"Kuk! Cumming!"
"Huu, aaang!"
Stella timed her climax act to match his orgasm. After pulsing deep inside her, his cock slipped out limply. The plump man stepped back, breathing heavily, and Stella's upper body collapsed onto the bed with her hips raised.
"Kuk, Stella's pussy is too strong. I couldn't hold on."
"See? I told you Stella's just too good. It's not premature ejaculation."
"Move, it's my turn next."
Strangely, despite the internal ejaculation, not a single drop of semen leaked from Stella's pussy—it only glistened wetly and twitched. The skinny man pushed her onto her side and entered her from the side position. Though difficult with a smaller cock, his length allowed easy thrusting. Since Stella's face was now turned toward me, I could see her clearly. Her eyes met mine as she moaned appropriately with each thrust. Her flushed face showed pleasure, her lips parted in lewd sounds, yet her dead eyes remained endlessly serious. This was the angel giving her all to satisfy her client's desires. She gave me a slight smile with the corners of her eyes before focusing back on her performance.
"Aaang, please thrust deeper!"
"Like this?"
"Yes, I like it! Ueut!"
As the excited man intensified his pistoning, Stella's reactions grew more intense. Her pussy made obscene sounds as it took him in, drenched in fluids. Sensing his climax approaching, he stopped and squeezed her breasts roughly.
"Huk, almost came. Let's slow down, Stella."
"Haat, huu. Already tired?"
Provoked, the man twisted her nipples hard. As she moaned, he twisted harder. Only when she let out a pained sound did he relax, gently stroking them instead.
"I'm a gentleman. Don't provoke me like that."
"For a gentleman, your touch is quite rough."
"There's a newbie angel watching. You think I'd be rough?"
After playing with her nipples a bit longer, he resumed thrusting once he'd calmed down. The skinny man had better stamina control than the plump one—he'd already lasted over ten minutes. While I was intently observing the sex, a cock was suddenly thrust in front of my face. Following the veiny shaft upward, I saw the muscular man offering it to me.
"Elisha, staring with that blank face is killing the mood. How about practicing with my cock while you watch?"
Before I could figure out how to respond, the plump man spoke in a stiff voice. "Hey, what are you doing? Elisha is only supposed to observe."
"Observing and practicing at the same time is fine, isn't it?"
"That doesn't make sense."
The waiting plump man and the muscular man began arguing. I had forgotten to maintain an interested expression while concentrating. My mistake.
"Stop it. What are you doing, pushing yourself on another angel while with Stella?"
The skinny man, seeing the argument, stopped thrusting into Stella and shouted. The muscular man glanced at Stella before speaking.
"Fine, sorry Stella. And Elisha too."
"It's okay."
The brief disturbance ended, and the skinny man's thrusting intensified. Side position at that speed should have been difficult, yet he seemed to have better stamina than expected. Each deep thrust made Stella react more strongly. She probably had a sensitive spot near her cervix. With a short moan, he buried himself deep and began to climax. Stella acted out her orgasm with visible effort, as if barely holding back. His ejaculation lasted longer than usual. His twitching balls contracted and released repeatedly, pumping semen, while Stella's pussy gripped him tightly, letting not a single drop escape. Soon his softened cock slipped out, and he lay spread-eagled on the bed.
"Huk, huk. I overdid it a bit."
"Hueut, you worked hard."
Stella rose on trembling legs and took his semen-covered cock into her mouth, sucking it clean. Still, not a single drop leaked from her pussy. I wondered how that was possible. I'd have to ask later.
The muscular man, who had been waiting impatiently, cracked his neck. "Hoo, finally my turn. Time to show the results of my training."
"If you cum in one shot again, you're admitting you're premature."
"That's because Stella used her hands well. I can handle her pussy."
The skinny man got off the bed, and the muscular man climbed on. He lifted Stella effortlessly, laid her in the center, and folded her legs up to her shoulders into a mating press. Thanks to her holding her own legs high and spread, he easily entered in a squatting position and began pistoning down from above, pressing his upper body against hers. That position was supposed to be extremely taxing, but his training clearly paid off.
"It's a contest to see who collapses first—me or Stella!"
"Ahik! Too deep!"
"Cum as much as you want!"
Each time he slammed his hips down, their bodies collided loudly. With his head turned toward her left shoulder, I could see Stella's face from the right—she was clearly in the midst of climax. As expected, the deep spot inside her vagina seemed particularly sensitive. Despite her orgasm, his relentless pistoning drove her into another, then continuous climaxes.
"Ha, uk! Kuk, euuk!"
"Come on, cum! You're cumming!"
"Haaang!"
Stella's genuine climax face was filled with joy and ecstasy. Having experienced continuous orgasms from my master, I could recall that blissful feeling. Strangely, I felt my own pussy grow slightly wet. Lost in the continuous climaxes, Stella seemed unable to properly clench. The man sweated profusely but continued pistoning for over ten minutes without any sign of climax.
"He sharpened his sword alright. At this rate, isn't he really going to make Stella surrender?"
"Incredible. I've never seen Stella make that face before."
The muscular man's downward pistoning was that impressive. With full-power thrusts, he made Stella cum fifteen times over twenty minutes. As the continuous orgasms accumulated, her ability to block climax weakened until she could no longer escape the pleasure. With her eyes rolled back and body trembling, she looked dangerously overwhelmed.
"Hey, stop already. Stella looks like she's in trouble."
"I, still, haven't, cummed!"
"Shouldn't we forcibly stop him?"
The men's concerns didn't stop the violent thrusting. After pounding her swollen red pussy for another five minutes, the muscular man finally began to climax. Pressing his entire body against her and burying himself deep, he came after twenty-five minutes. Stella could only let out weak moans, completely at his mercy. After finishing, he stood up on shaky legs, leaving the ruined bed and the frog-like sprawled Stella behind.
"Impressive bastard. Sorry for calling you premature."
"I can't believe he actually knocked Stella out. Crazy guy."
"Hoo, see that? That's the power of exercise."
While the men chatted, I stood from my chair and approached Stella. She was still trembling and unresponsive, yet her gaping pussy showed no sign of leaking semen. How was that possible? Driven by the mild curiosity granted to angels for smooth learning, I inserted a finger into her twitching entrance and felt around. Only the slick sensation of fluids met my touch—no semen at all. My questions deepened, but Stella, who would know the answer, remained unconscious.
"Stella can't take any more, so let's wash up."
"Yeah. We can get her surrender declaration tomorrow."
"Since it's thanks to me, you owe me a meal."
The men took turns showering and left. Meanwhile, I covered Stella with a blanket to prevent her body from getting cold.
"Elisha, we're heading out. It's already past one."
"Felt good though."
"Take good care of Stella."
"Goodbye."
After they left with refreshed faces, I waited by Stella's side until she woke. While waiting, I reviewed the angel sex techniques I'd observed today—Stella's lewd expressions, how to respond to caresses, handjobs and fellatio. Though I had no immediate use for them, I memorized the reactions during sex as well. After practicing the expressions myself for a while, Stella's eyes opened.
"Uum?"
"Have you woken up?"
"Ah, did I lose consciousness? Where did they go?"
"They asked me to look after you and all left."
"I got taken down today."
Stella threw off the blanket and walked unsteadily to the bathroom. After washing, she emerged in a bathrobe. I helped her strip the sweat- and fluid-soaked blanket and sheets, replacing them with fresh ones. After putting the laundry in the basket and sitting on the bed, she smiled and asked, "So, how was it?"
"It was impressive in many ways."
I had properly understood what angel sex was like. Sex solely for the other's pleasure. Suppressing one's own pleasure as much as possible to focus entirely on the partner's.
"Was it helpful?"
"Very helpful."
"I'm glad. By the way, I'm quite tired today."
With those words, the expression disappeared from Stella's face. Perhaps because she was exhausted, even acting seemed tiring.
"I have a question."
"What is it?"
"Even after internal ejaculation, no semen came out. How do you do that?"
"Ah, it's a uterine modification that collects semen inside the womb."
"Such modifications exist?"
"This is information only shared among angels. Since you haven't been an angel for long, you wouldn't know."
The information Stella shared was secret knowledge only angels possessed. There was a secret research facility in Eden that targeted angels, where various body modifications could be performed—from simple changes like altering body odor to ovarian modifications allowing monster impregnation.
"They conduct human modification research that can't be done on regular people by using angels instead. Angels aren't protected under human modification prohibition laws."
"I see."
Human and cyborg modifications on regular people were legally prohibited. However, since powerful individuals secretly desired such modifications, demand remained steady, leading to the use of illegal test subjects or angels for research. Stella recommended the semen-collecting uterine modification and bowel function modification as convenient procedures many angels received.
"You can collect semen in the womb and dispose of or absorb it all at once, which is convenient. The bowel modification lets you control urination and defecation freely, making various plays easier."
"They sound like good, practical modifications."
They seemed like modifications to make angels' bodies more convenient to use. Suddenly, I recalled my master's words about performing human modifications. Did master possess such technology as well? Lying beside the now-sleeping Stella, I pondered asking my master before drifting off to sleep myself.