She headed to the bathroom, and I heard the water start. I stood in her bedroom, flexing my hands, feeling the power humming beneath my skin.
2% didn’t sound like much. But for an angel, even that fraction was significant.
I focused, reaching for abilities that should have been beyond in my weakened state. Drew on the power pooling in my partially restored core.
My hand erupted in golden light – faint, flickering, but there. Divine energy, the signature of Heaven, crackling between my fingers.
[Power Manifestation: Successful]
[Basic Divine Energy: Accessible]
I clenched my fist, extinguishing the light. This was good. This was workable. I wasn’t helpless anymore.
But I was still so far from where I needed to be.
The system had indicated I needed 1000 fragnts to fully restore my core. I had 81. Even at the rate lissa was providing – and she was exceptional – I’d need dozens more sessions just with her to make a dent.
Or I needed partners with higher essence values.
The system had ntioned that more powerful won – supernatural beings, those with authority or purity – would provide more fragnts per session.
lissa was a normal human, stressed and sexually frustrated, which made her "dium" corruption potential worth about 2 fragnts total.
But a demon? A supernatural hunter? A powerful witch? Those could be worth 10, 20, even 50 fragnts each.
I needed to hunt bigger prey.
The water shut off, and lissa erged wrapped in a towel, her hair dripping.
"You coming?" she asked.
"In a minute. I wanted to ask you sothing."
"Shoot."
"Do you know anything about the supernatural community in this city? Other beings like ?"
She froze, her expression shifting to sothing guarded. "Why?"
"Because I need to understand the landscape. Who’s here, who’s dangerous, who might notice ."
She was quiet for a long mont, then sighed. "I don’t know much. But my friend Rachel – she’s into weird stuff. Occult, paranormal, all that. She’s dragged to a few places. There’s a bar downtown, ’The Crimson.’ It’s supposed to cater to... people like you."
[Location Discovered: The Crimson]
[Supernatural Hub Identified]
[Recomndation: Investigate]
[High probability of valuable targets]
"A supernatural bar," I mused. "That could be useful."
"Cain..." lissa approached, concern written on her face. "What are you planning?"
"Survival. Recovery. Revenge, eventually." I pulled her close, breathing in her scent. "But right now, I’m planning on joining you in that shower and seeing if we can fog up the mirrors."
She laughed, tension breaking. "You’re insatiable."
"I’m making up for lost ti. Heaven’s not exactly known for its sexual freedom."
"Poor baby." She grabbed my hand, tugging toward the bathroom. "Let help with that."
The shower was cramped for two people, but we made it work. Hot water cascaded over us as I pressed her against the tile wall, kissing her deeply while my hands road her slick body.
"I should probably tell you sothing," she murmured between kisses.
"Mm?"
"I haven’t had a one-night stand since college. This isn’t... I don’t usually do this."
"Neither do I." At her skeptical look, I laughed. "I’m serious. I haven’t had sex in about three hundred years."
Her jaw dropped. "Three hundred – are you kidding ?"
"Angels don’t really do casual sex. And relationships in Heaven are... complicated. Political. I avoided them."
"So you’re telling you were basically celibate for three centuries, and then you just..." She gestured between us.
"Unleashed centuries of pent-up frustration on you? Yes." I nipped at her neck. "You’re welco."
"Oh my god." But she was laughing, her hands sliding down my chest. "No wonder you were so intense."
"That wasn’t intensity. That was at barely functional power." I lifted her easily – enhanced strength making her weight negligible – and positioned her against the wall.
Her legs wrapped around my waist, and I slid into her in one smooth motion. The angle was perfect, the hot water adding to the sensation, and soon the bathroom was filled with the sounds of wet skin and breathless moans.
I fucked her against the shower wall with ease, my strength allowing to hold her up and pound into her without tiring. She clung to , crying out every ti I hit deep, her nails leaving marks on my shoulders.
"This is insane," she gasped. "You’re not even – oh fuck – you’re not even struggling – "
"Told you."
I felt her building toward another orgasm, her pussy starting to flutter around my length. I adjusted my angle slightly, making sure I hit that spot inside her that made her see stars.
"Co again," I commanded. "Show how much you love being fucked by an angel"
"Fallen angel," she corrected breathlessly, then scread as her orgasm crashed over her.
[Energy Transfer: Minimal]
[ 0.5 Fragnts]
[Diminishing returns from repeated sessions with sa partner]
[Recomndation: Allow recovery ti or seek new sources]
I ca shortly after, filling her once again, then carefully set her down before her legs could give out completely.
We finished actually showering, both of us exhausted and satisfied. When we finally erged, toweled off and semi-presentable, it was almost noon.
lissa made coffee while I explored her apartnt properly. It was small but tidy – one bedroom, one bathroom, a combined living room and kitchen area. The kind of place a young professional lived while building their career.
Books lined one shelf – mix of romance novels and business texts. Photos showed her with friends, with an older couple who were probably her parents. A normal life. Uncomplicated.
Until last night.
"What are you thinking?" she asked, handing a mug.
"That I’ve complicated your life significantly."
"Maybe I needed so complication." She sipped her coffee, studying over the rim. "So. What happens now?"
"I need to get stronger. Which ans I need to hunt for more... opportunities."
"Other won."
"Yes."
She was quiet for a mont. "Are you going to tell them? What you are, what you need?"
"If I can. So situations might require... different approaches."
"You an seduction without disclosure."
"Sotis." I t her eyes. "Does that bother you?"
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