Gabriel's Unexpected Ecstasy
The marble floor, free of even a single speck of dust, and the countless pillars supporting the high ceiling created an atmosphere of profound reverence, like a sacred temple. Soft footsteps echoed through the empty hall. Today, for some reason, all the worshippers had withdrawn, leaving the sanctuary quiet. After a long absence, a visitor had returned, her light steps carrying her forward once more.
She wore a gentle, natural smile. Her large eyes, with their slightly drooping corners, gave her a docile, innocent appearance that perfectly matched her emerald hair. Her eyes, a shade lighter than her hair—a soft, pale green—sparkled with purity and freshness. Dressed in a pristine white robe that revealed nothing beneath, she passed between the pillars and approached the large bed standing alone in the center of the hall.
Yet it was her breasts that drew the eye first. Enormous, they strained against the fabric of her robe despite being completely covered. With every light step, they swayed with an overwhelming, almost violent heaviness that seemed utterly at odds with her gentle face. If one tried to see it as the very embodiment of maternal love, perhaps that impossible size and shape could be understood.
Because of those uniquely massive breasts, she had developed the unconscious habit of supporting their underside with one forearm while walking. The woman was none other than the archangel Raphael.
“Kyaa—!”
“Raphael. You’ve come.”
Gabriel, another archangel, had appeared behind her and seized her breasts without warning, startling her.
“…Gabriel? Please don’t play such pranks. Appearing suddenly from behind like that… you really surprised me.”
“You’re not complaining about the touching, I see.”
“Huh…?”
Gabriel licked her lips with a peculiar expression, her hands still kneading the soft flesh. After a moment, she slid her palms down from those enormous breasts to Raphael’s slender waist, a stark contrast to the curves above. She leaned in, letting her sun-gold hair spill over Raphael’s shoulder as she rested her chin lightly there.
“By the way, Raphael… haven’t they gotten even bigger since last time?”
“Th-they haven’t… probably…”
“Your maternal aura… no matter how many times I see it, it truly… makes my head spin.”
Swallowing quietly so Raphael wouldn’t hear, Gabriel let her hand drift naturally down to the plump thigh. But before she could go further—
“Are you all right, Gabi? If an archangel’s mind is spinning, the worshippers will worry. Of course… I’m worried too.”
Raphael, interpreting the sticky, clearly lustful touch as nothing more than friendly skinship, instead expressed concern for Gabriel. That gentle, sincere worry washed over Gabriel like a purifying light, forcing her to withdraw her hands from Raphael’s rich, soft, and sweet body.
“Huhu, I’m fine. It was simply a compliment—your charm is enough to make anyone’s head spin.”
“I see… I failed to accept the compliment properly. How rude of me to someone who was being kind. Can you forgive someone as immature as me?”
“…Really, Raphael, you’re… haa…”
Watching the sincere apology, Gabriel let out a soft, complicated sigh—half affection, half frustration. If this continued, she really might lose her mind. She took Raphael’s hand and led her toward the bed.
“You know why I called you today, don’t you?”
“Yes, of course. Using your authority leaves you completely defenseless. I’ll protect you properly again this time.”
“Yes… I trust you more than anyone.”
Gabriel’s authority—suppressing and monitoring believers through Stigma, even temporarily placing their bodies under her complete control—was an extraordinary power. Though different from a full descent, the act of projecting part of her consciousness left her original body utterly vulnerable. That was why she only ever used it when Raphael, the archangel she trusted most, was by her side. With her gentle personality and seemingly frail appearance, Raphael possessed a strength in protection and healing that surpassed everyone else.
Today, she had summoned Raphael after receiving a report from Sarakiel of the Inquisition that contact with the two prisoners sent to the traitor had been lost. She needed to assess the situation.
“Then… come here and lie down with your head on my lap.”
“…”
Raphael climbed onto the bed without the slightest hesitation and prepared her lap as a pillow. Gabriel felt the heat in her chest cool. That complete trust meant Raphael had never once considered anything beyond it. Suppressing another quiet sigh, Gabriel obediently laid her golden hair across Raphael’s lap and closed her eyes, intending to finish the check quickly.
But the moment she looked up, the overwhelming weight of Raphael’s maternal breasts filled her vision, making her mouth go dry. Without realizing it, Gabriel placed her palm beneath one of them… and gently lifted.
“…Heavy.”
Heavy. And the maternal softness that wrapped around her palm was far beyond what could be called a mere breast. The single layer of cloth between her hand and that softness felt unbearably frustrating.
“Gabi… even from me, hearing that hurts a little, you know?”
Though Raphael’s face was hidden behind the massive breasts filling Gabriel’s view, her voice—trying to sound stern—made the expression easy to imagine. She was probably forcing an awkward, mismatched scolding look.
“Forgive me, Raphael. I was simply worried… that carrying such beautiful motherhood all the time must be difficult for you.”
“If that’s the reason… I forgive you.”
Gabriel reluctantly lowered her hand and relaxed her body, closing her eyes.
“Then I’m counting on you, Raphael. It won’t take long.”
“I don’t mind at all. I know how hard you always work for us.”
Softly, a gentle hand touched Gabriel’s hair. For a moment, she couldn’t speak.
“I’m truly happy I can help, even like this.”
“…Is that so.”
The sudden urge to flee was strange, but the warmth of that touch let Gabriel relax further and focus. Yet—
“…? ..?? Ah…? Ahh—?!”
“G-Gabriel…? What’s wrong?”
Gabriel had first tried to possess Scarlet. The moment she connected—
“Hngh, haah—?!”
An intense wave of heat and pleasure crashed into her, shattering her focus and hurling her consciousness back. Raphael’s worried voice reached her, but Gabriel could only—
“Ugh… hngh… hwaaang—!”
For the first time since she had been born of light, she felt a terrifying fullness and a deep, throbbing pleasure that resonated through her core. Her lower body trembled violently as climax overtook her.
“Ugh…? Hwaa…”
“Gabriel?! Gabriel!”
A faint smell of sulfur… Hell? But why…? That loud, wet sound—what was it? And above all, this pleasure that felt like torture, so overwhelming it threatened to scatter her mind…
Gabriel rubbed her trembling lower abdomen and let out a hot breath. The fullness and violent tremors that had filled her moments ago had vanished, leaving her body aching with unbearable longing. If she faced it properly, she would become addicted and fall in an instant…
“Today… haah… I think I’ll return now.”
“Gabriel…”
“Hngh, don’t… worry. Right now, if I see you… it’s too dangerous…”
“What…?”
The honest thought slipped out before she could stop it. Gabriel barely managed to suppress herself, blaming it on the lingering pleasure. In front of her, Raphael simply looked worried, completely unaware that Gabriel had just climaxed from a single light connection.
“Ah, no… I made a mistake just now… hngh, I didn’t want you to see me in such an embarrassing state.”
“I see… I didn’t notice right away. I wanted to take care of you more, but… if that’s the case, there’s no helping it.”
“It was… hngh, enough help… ugh, really…”
Raphael hesitated, looking reluctant to leave, but eventually turned away. Once she was completely out of sight, Gabriel buried her face in the bed, half-curled, and finally released the pleasure she had been desperately holding back.
“Hngh—! Hwaaang—! Haah…!”
Hot fluids gushed out, soaking her thighs as her hips bucked violently. She climaxed again, hard. Before she could even question why this had happened, her trembling fingers reached down to her soaked core, desperate to soothe the unrelenting heat.
“Hngh…”
For Gabriel, touching herself instead of ordering a prisoner or someone else was deeply shameful—and a first. But right now, she had no choice but to put out the fire herself.