"Ah!" Seras's eyes roll back in her head as she feels him pulsing deep within her. Her body convulses with pleasure and release, shuddering beneath his touch. With a soft moan, she collapses forward against the bed, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

Her fingers tremble as she reaches up to touch his face, feeling the rough stubble of his beard against her fingertips. "Thank you, Master Angel..."

"M-master Angel... I'll always be yours." She whispers, her voice still shaky with desire and relief. Her body feels warm and content beneath his touch, but a part of her wonders if this is how it was supposed to be. Was she meant to feel this way about someone like him? The thought both terrifies and excites her at the same time. She buries her face into his neck, breathing in his scent, hoping for some sort of answer or clarity.