Debauchery In A Woman's World

The kingdom of Concord comprised six counties and a capital city. The Cromwell family ruled Fondel county. The others were Bustee, Lustwhack, Pussypaw, Bowner, and Aanull. Beaver City was the capital of Concord.

Currently, Ethan and the girls were trudging past the Whispering Woods towards Gulchtown, which bordered Bustee County.

Bustee had mountainous terrain with settlements across hill slopes. Mount Elysar, its highest peak, was often considered sacred. It was believed to be frequented by angels. In fact, holy knights from all kingdoms visited the site for training.

A clouded sun was setting over Mount Elysara when suddenly the sky ripped open as if someone had torn a curtain. The dark clouds split apart, and a beam of white blinding light shot down on the summit like holy fire.

It hit the hilltop, burning everything like napalm. Rocks turned to dust, grass caught fire, and all animals under its range were roasted.

The light throbbed, shaking the ground like a big drum. Then it petered out, leaving behind scorched earth. As if it were celestial harmonics, the skies reverberated with a cherubic chorus.

In the middle of the smoking crater, five extraordinary women crouched. They were tall, over seven feet each, with bodies that were perhaps derived from comics. Curves and bounty and hard muscles.

As they rose to their feet, their voluptuous breasts heaved vulgarly against thin gold straps that barely covered anything. They wore bikini armor tops and tight underpants with short loincloths.

Their shapely thighs were exposed, looking strong enough to crush rocks. Golden hair tied in braids fell to their waists, shining as if they had luminescence of their own.

High cheekbones, bee-stung lips, they had it all. The most striking feature was their spiked wings folded on their backs. They were big, feathery ones that could spread wide for flight.

The one in front, Ariel, put away her Starfire sword. It was a long blade etched with judgment runes. The weapon looked flawless even though it had seen a hundred thousand battles.

Her hair was in a warrior's braid with a halo of thorns. She looked around with her big blue eyes at the mess and then at the other women.

"Sisters," Ariel began. "We stand once more on the profane soil of Promiscua. This is a den of carnal sin and depraved desires."

"Yes, sister," her siblings chorused. "It is despicable."

"Let me remind you of our sacred charge," Ariel continued. "God's favorite, the King of Archangels, Michael, has dispatched us from the Seventh Heaven not for leisure. We have come here to exact holy reckoning."

"The mortal realm teeters on the precipice of apocalypse. It has been corrupted by forces that mock the Creator's design. We are His blades, His shields. We are virgins of valor, sworn to purify the filth."

The others inclined their heads in unison, rustling their wings like silk banners. Celine, a fierce angel who sported a scar across her left breast, murmured, "As He wills, so we strike."

Gabriella swayed her curvy hips like a siren. "Purity through fire, sister. Let the wicked burn."

Rochel and Rachel, the twin angels, youngest in appearance but ancient in eons, exchanged glances and nodded. They crossed their muscular arms over breasts that defied gravity. "We are ready, sister," they chorused.

Ariel's eyes gleamed, scanning the horizon where the lights of Gulchtown flickered. "Good. Our tasks are threefold, allotted by Saint Michael's decree."

"First. The Archfiend, the chosen of Lucifer, walks in flesh now. You know who. Ethan Cromwell has been identified and located. His lewd essence pollutes the land, drawing whores and beasts into his web of debauchery. Celine, Gabriella. You will descend upon Gulchtown, seek him, and strike without mercy."

Celine drew her spear, a lance of solidified lightning. It crackled like thunder as she spun it once. The motion sent sparks dancing across her exposed midriff. Her loincloth fluttered, revealing a glimpse of her pancake buttocks.

"It shall be done, sister. The Archfiend's head will grace the heaven's gates soon."

Ariel nodded. The second pair stepped forward as she continued. "The second hazard is a greater heresy born in the wilds. An anomaly has pierced the veil of creation."

"What is it, sister?"

"A Dark Nymph, spawn of Lucifer, has given birth. They are whelps of shadow and sin, born in defiance of the natural order. No doubt this results from the Archfiend, Ethan Cromwell's rising darkness."

The angel sisters balled their fists, making their already bustling breasts pop more.

Ariel continued. "This cannot stand. Rochel and Rachel. Head to the Whispering Woods and seek the heart of this infestation. Both the Nymph and her brood must be neutralized utterly."

Rochel summoned a bow of woven rainbows and a quiver of prismatic arrows. Dew from the bow trickled between her cleavage and rolled down her belly button. "The heretical spawn shall know God's wrath, sister. We will leave nothing but ash and echoes of their dying cries."

Ariel nodded and swelled her mammoth breasts with pride. Celine turned towards her questioningly. "And you, Ariel? Surely Michael has not left you idle, since you are the strongest among us?"

Ariel's lips curved in a secret smile as her hand rested on her sword's hilt. "As the Archfiend has descended to sow chaos in Promiscua, so too has the Chosen One arrived to restore balance."

The sisters gasped in jubilation and held each other's hands. "I will find them and guide them. I will arm them against the darkness. In their hands lies the salvation of Promiscua. Although I hope the Chosen One's actions will be deemed unnecessary since Ethan Cromwell will die at our hands."

The angel sisters nodded their positive moods and ruffled their feathers.

Ariel's face took on a serious expression. "But you must remember, sisters. It is integral that you remain chaste virgins. If a man or woman takes your innocence, you will lose your powers and cannot return to heaven. Don't give in to lust! Now, off you go!"

The four sisters bowed low before launching skyward with their wings spread wide. Celine and Gabriella veered east like comets towards the smoky map of Gulchtown.

Rochel and Rachel turned north towards the Whispering Woods. Ariel remained alone on the hilltop. She tilted her head skyward and closed her eyes, as if listening to a whisper from the ether. "Where are you, Chosen One?"