A week later, the Dominion was absolutely buzzing.
Angels zipped through the golden hallways, chattering excitedly. The training arenas were filled with brave new recruits. Song echoed from the Sisters of Love chambers.
Everything felt... brighter, somehow.
Not that Grace was experiencing that at the moment. No, Grace was in the rookie wing, lying spread-eagled on the common room floor, legs wrapped around Diana's waist as the warrior angel pounded into her.
"Fuck, fuck, you feel so good," Diana growled, her light-constructed cock sliding in and out with practiced rhythm. She gripped Grace's thighs hard enough to bruise.
Grace's now-huge boobs bounced with each thrust. A century of channeling Love energy had certainly paid off in the chest department.
[Being a slut on the common room floor. Classy, Grace. Real classy.]
Diana leaned down, biting Grace's neck.
"A century of training made you stronger, but your pussy's still as tight as ever."
