Gilgamesh paused to ensure his last sentence sank in. If nothing else, he hoped she'd at least take this lesson seriously; it might end up saving her life one day.
"The second key mistake is the lack of raw combat strength in your Peerage. It's all well and good to try to exploit your enemy's weakness, but there's no point if you're too weak to take advantage of such a weakness."
In terms of raw power, Sona's Peerage was very weak. Sona had focused so much on acquiring the pieces needed for every situation that she ended up with a technical team but one lacking finishing power.
Sona, who was looking at Gilgamesh, spoke.
"Why are you showing so much concern for my Peerage?" asked Sona with everyone's curiosity.
Gilgamesh simply smiled.
"Because I like you," said Gilgamesh, making everyone, especially Sona, widen their eyes. "And that's why I'm giving this advice; after all, I'd like to see your dream come true," said Gilgamesh before standing up and leaving the room.
Sona, who was stunned by Gilgamesh's words, lingered.
He said he liked her, but didn't specify if it was in the sense of love or friendship.
Sona screamed in frustration, startling her friends, as she now had more questions than answers.
Some Days Later.
A few days had passed since Gilgamesh had spoken with Sona and her Peerage, and since then, he hadn't spoken with Sona again.
Gilgamesh had spent those days building his base with his Longinus [Innovate Clear], which, although it was taking a while, cost him physical and mental stamina.
The biggest change was that Gabriel had come to live with Gilgamesh and his group temporarily due to some matters she had to attend to with the Grigori and the Underworld.
With Gabriel.
Gabriel was currently sitting on her bed in her room, smiling as her eyes roamed over it.
Unlike in Heaven, Gabriel had received help from Gilgamesh to make the room the way she wanted, with all the things she wanted in it.
Gabriel smiled lovingly when she recalled the evolution of her relationship with Gilgamesh.
Where at first they exchanged fleeting glances, only to quickly turn away embarrassed, and where before they used only subtle touches, now things had become much more intimate.
Gilgamesh had always been hesitant with her, always afraid of hurting her, as if his touch would taint her. It was she who forced him to change his mind, that she wasn't a fragile porcelain doll. Things had been awkward between them at first, as she had no idea what she was supposed to do to hold him and progress their relationship.
Things had progressed, however, and as Gilgamesh became more comfortable with their relationship, they grew more intimate. They were no longer exchanging fleeting glances and touches; instead, she found herself regularly nestled in his arms, relaxing in the warmth of his core.
One of her favorite activities was when Gilgamesh groomed her wings. He knew from experience that many angels and fallen women took pride in keeping their wings beautiful. What many didn't know was that an angel's wings, fallen or not, molted like a bird's. As such, they sometimes had pin feathers that needed to be removed, and Gilgamesh knew exactly how to do it, making it quick and almost painless. She shivered with pleasure at the memory of his hand caressing her feathers, gently stroking the coverts while taking care not to damage her primary and secondary feathers. Considering she had 12 wings, it was something Gilgamesh started doing weekly, examining her wings feather by feather, inch by inch, from the time they met at the Church until now, when she was living with him.
She remembered their first kiss, the shock that ran through her body when their lips made contact. With every touch, every whispered word of love, she could feel the emptiness in her heart closing, and with that affirmation of love, she could feel the bond between them solidify. When they kissed, her wings spread, wrapping around them, as her power surged. Golden rays of Holy Light twisted and swirled with his slate-colored rays. Nothing anyone did could separate them; she knew this on an instinctual level from that moment onward.
"Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned," she whispered to herself, her fingers touching her lips as she thought of their kiss. Her cheeks were tinged scarlet as a pang of jealousy struck her heart. They only had a little more time together before she would have to return to Heaven.
Gabriel raised her head as determination shone in her eyes.
She would solidify her relationship with Gilgamesh, and only one person could help her.
With Gilgamesh.
Gilgamesh was currently in his room, sighing boredly as he was alone at home.
His entire group had gone out; it seemed Valerie had won some raffle and convinced everyone, even Karna, to go with her, leaving Gilgamesh alone.
Well, he wasn't entirely alone, as Gabriel was in her room.
Though, given the mischievous smile Valerie had on her face, Gilgamesh couldn't help but suspect she was up to something.
Now Gilgamesh was relaxing in his room, reading a grimoire, when he heard a knock at his door.
Curious, he got up and headed toward the sound. Gabriel and he had long since ignored most boundaries with each other, and she hadn't knocked on his door in a long time.
Opening the door revealed exactly what he expected: Gabriel standing outside, but something was different. She was wearing her white robes again, but there was something odd about them. For some reason, they seemed a bit tighter around the chest than her usual clothes, offering an even better view. However, it wasn't just her clothes but also her demeanor. She seemed… nervous? Yet, he couldn't tell more, as she was shielding her mind from his, blocking their connection.
"Gil," she said, sending shivers down his spine. If he didn't know better, he'd describe it as a husky purr, but this was Gabriel, his sweet and somewhat innocent love.
She placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back into the room, and with a shove, he fell onto the bed.
"Gabriel?" he asked hesitantly, not liking her look.
"My Gil."
"Okay, that was definitely a purr," he thought as he lay on the bed.
He only managed to scoot back a little before hitting the headboard. That didn't stop her from advancing as she straddled his waist, wrapping her arms around him.
"I don't want you to go," she whispered, a stark contrast to the voice she'd used just a minute ago. It betrayed her fear and sadness, exposing her vulnerable side to him.
He wrapped his arms comfortingly around her, protectiveness surging to the forefront. Her head buried in the crook of his neck as he whispered words of love to her, along with a promise.
"I'll never leave you, Gabriel."
A shiver ran through her body as she pulled back slightly to see his face. A perfect hand caressed the side of his face as she smiled at him, and for the first time since their relationship began, she spoke what she truly felt.
"Gil." "Gabriel." Both intoned, to the other's surprise. In that moment, their minds became one, not two people confirming their feelings for each other, but a reaffirmation of what they feared.
"I love you."
Three words. Three words that broke the dam holding back their feelings. Three words that were the key and set the stage for their future. Their love would not be fleeting! As the saying goes, love conquers all, and they would fight to be together forever!
The distance between them closed, and Gilgamesh felt her soft lips press against his, filled with surprising passion. That's when he realized just how much she'd been holding back. How much he truly meant to her that she would defy everything she knew and thought, going against her father's will to be with him.
Where all their previous kisses had been chaste and hesitant, this one was fiery as they pressed their bodies as tightly as they could against each other.
"Gil," she moaned, breaking the kiss and tilting her head to the side, allowing him to suck on her neck.
"Mine," Gilgamesh thought as he sucked and placed love bites on her neck.
She fumbled with his belt before finally cutting it, her hand diving into his pants, making him groan. Her hands caressed his body, and she could hardly wait to feel his touch against her skin.
"Wait," she stammered, making him freeze for a brief moment. "Take off my clothes."
Never in his life had he moved so quickly, nor so deliberately, not even during that threesome with Valerie and Tiamat. He removed her outer robe, his hand slowly pulling away the silk fabric. Then he undid her golden belt before opening her inner robe, revealing a sight that would seriously be considered two of Heaven's greatest treasures. Hesitantly and reverently, he raised his hands and caressed the bra-clad breasts of the Most Beautiful Woman in Heaven.
"God, I'm pretty sure you know I don't really worship anything, but right now I'd like to thank you for everything that brought me to this moment," he thought, before that line of thought was derailed by thoughts of, "They're huge," larger than any woman he'd ever seen, and most importantly, "So soft."
Her breathing grew heavy as he continued to play with her breasts, completely mesmerized.
"Take it off," she gasped.
He didn't waste time searching for a clasp, simply running his finger down the front and cutting it. He was awestruck by their magnificence, their perfect shape, feel, and size. She froze, realizing he was staring, and the courage she'd mustered earlier began to falter.
"You're perfect," he commented, making her laugh.
"I'm glad you like them," she smiled, kissing him. "It's nice to see they're finally good for something besides giving me back pain and getting in the way."
"Oh, they're much more than that," he grinned. "They're soft."
He kissed the tip of her areola.
"Perfect size."
He kissed it again, getting closer to her hardened nipple.
"And best of all," he whispered, his tongue flickering over the hardened bud, "they're a part of you." He gently bit, pulling a mewl from her as her entire body stiffened, assaulted by sensations she'd never felt before.
Taking the opportunity, he slipped the robe off her delicate shoulders, leaving her in nothing but white lace panties. Part of him was surprised at how bold they were, considering she was an angel, but he didn't question it. Grabbing her firm butt, he lifted and spun her so she was against the headboard.
"What are you doing?" she asked as he placed a hand on her chest and slowly pulled her down.
"Shhh. Tonight is all about you," he said, licking his lips. He started at her neck, slowly working his way down to her molten core, leaving a trail of kisses and love bites as he went. He was face-to-face with her magnificent bust, reveling in its glory before beginning to give them the attention they demanded. Like a fine meal, he didn't dive in; instead, he took his time to savor every taste. His rough tongue circled her areola while his free hand massaged her other breast.
"Ahhh," she moaned, grabbing his hair and pulling his head closer to her chest. She writhed under his care, and when he looked up from where he was and saw her ecstatic expression, he decided it was too good not to continue. His tongue finally touched the erect core, her breathing growing heavier with each passing second. He alternated between flicking his tongue and giving long laps that made her shudder under his tender mercy. Her other breast wasn't left alone as his free hand lightly rolled her nipple, keeping it occupied for the moment.
She screamed when he began to suck while pinching the other. A spasm rocked her body, making him smile as the unfamiliar sensation hit her.
"What was that?" she gasped.
"That was your first orgasm," he replied. "And by the end of the night, it'll be something you won't be able to live without."
Kissing the side of her breast and the valley between, he moved to the other breast and lavished it just as he had the first. Once done, he continued downward, taking time to explore every nook and cranny of her porcelain skin, marking it as his.
Finally, however, he kissed her warm center, and grabbing the knot on one side, he pulled, and her panties came off immediately. He took a moment to stare at her, his warm breath sending shivers through her body as it hit her sensitive clit.
He caressed the soft, plump lips, running his entire hand up and down her warm slit. But instead of diving in, he pulled back and continued his way down her body, kissing, sucking, and lightly biting her soft thighs and legs. She laughed and squirmed when he kissed each of her toes before working his way back up the other leg until they were level again.
She's ticklish, he smiled mentally as he began to stroke her femininity. He placed his hand over her warm vagina and, making sure to watch her face, gently pressed her clit.
The look that crossed her face was one he'd remember until his dying days, as her eyes widened and her mouth let out a silent scream. Gilgamesh placed a thumb on each side and rocked the vulnerable bud back and forth, enjoying the hissing sound she made as she inhaled.
"Gil!" she managed to stammer, surprising him as her entire body tensed and relaxed as orgasms tore through her.
He returned and gently licked and sucked the base of her neck while his hand moved slightly downward. She froze, feeling his finger probing her entrance, but any fear she might have felt was dispelled as he moved up her neck and gently bit her earlobe.
"Soon, my love. Soon," he whispered, moving down again. His face approached her soft, beautiful flower, and he attacked.
A rough tongue flickered across her sensitive clit as his fingers began to slowly probe her interior. Her hips bucked, guiding him to her most sensitive spots, while her hands grabbed his hair, and her legs tightened against him. She was incredibly tight, almost like a vise as he gently stroked her insides. Curling a single finger upward, he brushed against her G-spot while sucking her clit.
"AHHHHHH!" she screamed in ecstasy.
Damn, he swore as she clamped her legs around him, her pussy gushing as her juices squirted all over his face. She went limp under his attention, but he didn't care as he continued to give long licks to her pussy, lapping up her sweet nectar.
When she was finally good and clean, he moved up to see her smiling goofily, an expression he mirrored as he kissed her, feeding her her own essence.
"Sweet," she commented.
"Not just sweet," he assured. "Divine."
She snuggled against him, recovering her strength, gathering her courage for what was to come. Gilgamesh, though suffering from a terrible case of blue balls at the sight before him, held back and embraced her, not pushing her into anything she'd rather not do.
After several minutes, she looked at him and kissed his jaw, whispering sensually.
"I'm ready."
"It's going to hurt," he warned, caressing her, trying to get her as wet as possible.
She nodded, then moved him so he was on top of her, allowing her to wrap her arms around him.
"Make me yours."
He positioned himself, his tip ready to pierce her as he looked into her eyes.
"I love you."
"I know," she replied, biting her lower lip as he pushed inside her.
He could see tears forming in her eyes, so he stopped, allowing her to adjust to his girth, his head pressed against her final barrier.
"Kiss me," she ordered, and he did. In that moment, several things happened. The first was her wrapping her legs around his waist as she pulled him into her. The second was the tearing sensation he felt as he pierced her virginity. The third was her screaming in pain as she bit his lip, drawing blood.
Their lips, hers bleeding from when he first penetrated her and his from when he took her virginity, touched, and their blood began to mix. Together, they embraced, their mingled blood running down her magnificent chest and pooling in the valley between them.
There would be time for questions later, and he had one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen baring herself to him. It started slowly, a gentle rocking of his hips as he sawed into her in small increments. Her fingers dug into his back, drawing blood, as her powerful legs pulled him into her. Her incredibly tight passage gripped him, stimulating every inch from base to head. After several minutes of gentle thrusting, he could feel her relaxing a bit, and he began to thrust faster and harder, building a powerful rhythm. Pulling back until only the tip remained, he felt her needy vagina trying to suck him back in before he obliged and buried his full length in her, his head hitting her cervix. On his next thrust, he slammed into her, piercing it and settling into her womb.
Gasping as her velvety folds gripped him, he didn't even try to muffle his cries. Those cries turned into moans of pleasure as he continued to plunge deep into her, pounding as hard and fast as he could.
Hooking a hand under her, he shifted her so she was on top. Instead of rocking her hips back and forth, she bounced on his cock, her hands gripping his waist tightly as she rode him with all her worth. At one point, she simply held herself up high as his hips slammed upward as fast as they could. She preferred to pull up until only his head remained before crashing back down, a mini-orgasm rocking her body with each deep thrust.
His hands moved up and gripped her large breasts, using them as leverage to pull her back toward him. His fingers pinched her erect nipples, eliciting cries of pain and pleasure from her.
Wrapping his arms around her, he sat up and began sucking her breasts, licking her nipples before biting them. She lost all strength in her legs, unaccustomed to squatting and thrusting, so instead, he grabbed her by the waist and lifted her up and down as she threw her head back and let out a long, guttural scream, collapsing into his embrace.
Her mind was clouded by the numbing sensations she was experiencing, and she could feel the pressure building in her lover's mind. He wouldn't last much longer.
It was true; with their minds and bodies connected, they couldn't hide anything from each other, and Gilgamesh felt his own release approaching.
"I'm going to cum," he gasped.
"Hold on," she moaned. "Let's cum together."
"I need to pull out now," he said through gritted teeth.
But she wanted none of that as she held him tightly and continued to bounce on his cock. "Gabriel!" he shouted, feeling his climax approaching.
"Gil!" she screamed, the biggest orgasm of the night tearing through her as she slammed every inch of his magnificent manhood into her, the head firmly buried in her womb. Twelve shining silver wings burst from her back as power radiated from her, enough to strike a Maou-Class Demon with a single blow. The entire upper floors of the manor they were in were literally vaporized by the amount of Holy Light unleashed, but fortunately, that didn't happen because, at the last moment, Gilgamesh activated his Longinus [Innovate Clear] and moved them to a pocket dimension.
The sensation of being in her vulnerable womb was too much for him as he unloaded everything he had. A torrent of hot semen flowed into her, so much that within seconds it began to leak from her vagina.
He could feel her consciousness brushing against his, stronger than ever as the bond was completed. As her wings retracted, he was left with a somewhat exhausted Gabriel on top of him.
"Thank you," she said, kissing him as she wiped away a small tear.
"Everything's perfect," she thought to herself as she snuggled into his embrace. "And he's caring."
"Thank you," he replied, holding her tightly, his softened cock slipping free from her grip. Without the plug, his semen began to leak from her gaping pussy, staining the bed. "Want to do it again?"
"In a few minutes," she replied. "For now, let me enjoy the moment."
True to her word, she was ready to go again in a few minutes, and neither of them slept much that night.