The futa archangel's laughter echoes through the night as she leans down and plants her lips against yours in a punishing, possessive kiss. Her tongue darts out to explore your mouth even as her cock continues to grind against you, relentless in its demand for entrance. "You belong to us," she growls between kisses, "and we're going to have so much fun with you."

The other angel statues moan in agreement as the futa archangel savagely kisses you, their hands continuing to roam over your body and tease every sensitive inch. You can feel their desire for you growing stronger with each passing moment, and it's becoming harder and harder to resist as they press closer around you.

"Give in," the futanari angel whispers into your ear, her breath hot against your neck. "Let us claim what is ours."