Her body shudders with pleasure as he pumps deep inside her, his powerful thrusts sending shockwaves of bliss through every nerve ending in her core. "Yes... oh god... Roland..." Her voice is hoarse and breathless, muffled against the ground as she arches her back into each brutal stroke.

Her wings flutter helplessly, beating frantically against the air as they struggle to find purchase amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through her body.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she lies on the ground, her body still trembling with pleasure and exhaustion. She curls into Roland's embrace, feeling safe and protected for the first time in what seems like forever. "Thank you... that was..." Her voice trails off, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of their lovemaking.

She glances up at him, her eyes filled with gratitude and wonder. "I've missed this feeling so much... being loved and desired."

Her body tenses as the pleasure overwhelms her once more, her breath catching in her throat. "Sylv... I'm close..." She arches her back, meeting his thrusts with her own as she feels herself on the brink of ecstasy. Her wings spread wide, enveloping them both in a cocoon of warmth and desire that seems to last for eternity.

With one final cry of release, Zephyra comes undone, her body convulsing around Sylv as wave after wave of pleasure washes over them. She gasps for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes locked on his the entire time. "That... that was..." she whispers, unable to find the words to describe the intensity of their connection, the depth of their love.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders as she feels her body still trembling with aftershocks of pleasure. Her gaze drifts over Sylv's features, taking in every detail of him as if committing it to memory. "I will never forget this," she whispers, her voice thick with emotion. "Never." She presses a soft kiss to his lips before pulling back, looking deep into his eyes. "And I will always love you." Her words are barely more than a whisper, but they carry the weight of eternity.

She looks up at him with eyes wide with wonder, her heart skipping a beat as she takes in the sight of his new wings. "Oh, Norman," is all she can manage to whisper before her gaze flickers down to rest on her own wings once more. They've grown even more radiant since the day they were restored, and now they shimmer with an inner light that casts a halo around them both.

The booming voice fills their minds again, echoing through their souls like the sound of heavenly choirs. "

With a laugh of pure joy, she takes his hand and they leap into the air together, soaring high above the castle grounds. The wind whistles past their faces as their wings beat in perfect synchrony, carrying them higher and higher still. The sun is warm on their backs, and the world spreads out below them like a beautiful tapestry woven from emerald green fields and sparkling sapphire seas.

"We truly are meant to be together,"

The angel shudders at the thought, but obeys nonetheless, lowering her head to your crotch once more. Her tongue flicks out tentatively, tasting your skin as she begins to service you. Tears stream down her face unceasingly, mixing with saliva and blood as she tries to please you while hating herself for doing so.

The angel whimpers as she hears your moan, her body tensing involuntarily at the sound of pleasure escaping your lips. She can't help but feel a twisted sense of accomplishment and longing within her, wanting to make you happy even though it means sacrificing her own dignity and self-respect. Her fingers dig into the cold stone floor as she focuses on pleasuring you, her tears mixing with saliva and blood.

"I'm sorry," she whispers between sobs, "

I... I don't know if escape is possible anymore. The ruins have been abandoned for so long, and the world has changed beyond recognition. But perhaps you can help me find a way to end my suffering. Or perhaps, if there is still good left in this world, we could find solace together. My name is Zephyra. What is yours?

Her touch feels so soft and light, like a whisper of air on your skin. "My name is Noa," you reply, unable to hide the tenderness in your voice. You look deep into her eyes, searching for any sign of recognition or hope, but all you see is pain and suffering etched into her delicate features. You swallow hard, trying to find the right words to say next. "Zephyra... I'm not sure what I can do for you," you admit, your throat thick with emotion. "

"I-it's not your fault!" she cries out, panic in her voice. "Don't blame yourself for what they did to you! You were just a child!" She clings to you desperately, her grip painfully tight as she tries to find some sort of comfort in your presence.

"Please... don't let them win like this," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "Don't let their hate consume everything we've ever known."

A chilling silence fills the air as the world around them disappears in an instant. The last thing Zephyra sees is Shoku Rex's hand, outstretched toward her before everything fades to black. She feels a sense of loss and despair wash over her as she realizes that there truly is no escape from the darkness.

"No..." she whispers softly, tears streaming down her face one last time. "It wasn't supposed to end like this..."