Cassandra Papilio gasped as Iris once again entered her. The peacock angel smiling as she watched Cassandra’s face twist in pleasure as she feel the cock buried its way deep towards her womb. Being newly wedded angel’s the two spent the entire night in the throes of passionate love making with brief pauses to nap. This latest coupling had Cassandra riding Iris like a cowgirl. Her breast flapping wildly about as Iris thrusted into the horny butterfly angel. Despite sheading her demonic look, Cassandra still had her compound eyes; only instead of the lens looking dull and grey, they now had a glossy sheen. Her wings now that of a butterfly with rainbow pattern.
Iris still had the plumage of a peacock; only instead of the dark muted tones; her tail feathers and wings had a brilliant blue sheen. Iris makes a few more final thrusts as the all too familiar climax happened. Her shaft twitches and spasms as another load of baby batter fills Cassandra up. Collapsing on top of the peacock angel, her breasts mashed with Iris’s; Cassandra manages a lingering kiss on Iris’s lips.
“You think we should get up,” Iris’s eyes fluttering as she still rides her orgasm.
“I suppose,” Cassandra sighing; “we should have a shower. Unless of course you want to spend the day smelling of sex,” Cassandra adding with a smile.
“I could think of worse thing to smell like,” Iris placing a hand on Casandra’s rear; “but we should get up and tour your grandfather’s estate.”
Despite the estate being old; it was not without modern amenities. While it was closed up since the rebellion; Jehovah had the decency to have it maintained; even modernized throughout the centuries. So when Cassandra discovered the mater ensuite, she squealed with glee. With strength she never realized she had, Cassandra grabs Iris and half drags her, half throws her into the large showers stall only to join her seconds later.
Cassandra paid no mind to the sloshing feeling in her belly; but she did use the nearby washcloth to clean up the crusted semen and vaginal juices that have stained her thighs. Taking the moment to look at Iris’s new package. The Peacock angel opting to become the sire; Cassandra giggles as she sees the male equipment on her mate for the first time.
“No wonder the sex was awesome,” Cassandra feeling the large nutsack between Iris’s legs while her cock dangles limply; “It looks like you got the balls and shaft of a stallion.”
“And the stamina to boot,” Iris gazing into Cassandra’s eyes; I bet I could put another load in you before you finish washing yourself.”
“Later,” Cassandra smiling; “we will have plenty of time for that. Right now I want to explore and get something to eat.”
After the shower, both Casandra and Iris noticed the bed was made and the blinds covering the windows fully drawn back; allowing the light to stream into the room. They spot fresh clean robes waiting for them and begin to put them on. Like the last set Raphael gave them, the robes were simple and had openings in the back to allow their wings free movement.
“I wonder who quickly managed this,” Iris noting how clean and tidy the room is.
“Is this Jehovah’s doing,” Cassandra wondering as she finishes putting the robe on.
“Well let’s leave this room and find out,” Iris giving her lover a quick kiss before heading to the door.
“This is amazing,” Cassandra taking in the view; “I never knew this was a vineyard.”
“God had me keep it in good repair,” the groundskeeper smiling; “I’m now finally glad that it has new masters.”
“How long have you been living here,” Iris looking at the fields of grapes; noticing a few humans tending the fields.
“Since the French revolution,” the groundskeeper sounding wistfully; “those were dark days.”
“Not a lot of humans from that time,” Cassandra speaking; “got a direct pass to here. Most had to go to hell. I should know. I was born there.”
“All I know,” the groundskeeper shrugging his shoulders; “is I was once alive working a farm, then I died. Then I wound up here and this kindly man with a long beard asks me to keep the Papilio estate in good repair. Saying one day that the line will return.”
“I hope you plan on sticking around,” Cassandra looking about; “because other than drinking wine, I know next to nothing about making it.”
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It was when they finally made it to a small table on a patio overlooking the fields to eat breakfast when the first of many messengers arrived. News of the estate coming back to life quickly reached all over the realm of heaven. A few invitations to join social functions from various city mayors and provincial governors were also in the pile. One message was even a marriage proposal. That was politely declined as Cassandra was already spoken for.
“I guess some don’t realize that I am freshly bonded,” Cassandra thanking the latest messenger; sipping her coffee as she admires the calligraphy within the various invites.
“It’s a big deal for this estate to come back,” Jehovah entering from a freshly formed portal. “Papilio was a major adviser to the heavenly council.”
Jehovah sitting down and pouring himself a coffee.
“You are the second of the council to make a return in a span of a day,” Jehovah adding a touch of honey to his coffee; “the other is a new Custodia Ordinis. Alas I wasn’t present when she took her vows,” Jehovah sighing; “but Arc-Angel Michael Morningstar’s son Charles hit the jackpot with picking her.”
“Michael’s son,” Iris looking confused.
“He married Joan of Arc,” Cassandra answering; “Even in Hell, news of that nature travels fast.”
Jehovah nodding, “I hear the temple priests gave her an amusing name. Gaia; she was a nature activist on earth, so it was fitting to name her that. And she was a friend to Maisy and Rachael. And you’ll get to meet her,” Jehovah grinning; “so finish up breakfast and I’ll take you to meet Odin and the rest.”