“Ugh, what did I tell you?” the angelic paladin asks with a look of disgust on her otherwise beautiful face as she glares down at you, “Squires. Cum. Last.” she sneers in response to her own question.
You whimper sheepishly, “I’m sorry, sister–”
“Silence!” the domineering angel snaps, “I don’t want your apologies, you halfwit. I want your obedience.”
“Yes, sister! I, I understand–” you blubber before Evelyn’s dagger-like glare silences you once more.
“If you understood,” the angel growls as she reaches between your legs and gives your spent cock a rough squeeze with her gauntleted hand, “Then this pathetic little thing would still be hard.”
“Squires cum last. Squires clean up.” Evelyn reiterates while she roughly tugs on your flaccid manhood, eliciting a whimper from your lips, “This is a place of order. I should have you whipped for such disobedience.”
“Please don’t, sister Evelyn, I’ll do anything!” you beg the domineering angel.
The armored woman looks down at you with disdain. Even while she’s angry you can’t help but admire the impressive figure the angel’s armored form cuts as she looms over you, made even more tantalizing by the fact that her blessed armor leaves her abs and crotch exposed for your mortal eyes. Evelyn’s angelic eyes drift down and linger on the pool of semen that lies spattered across the floor from your premature ejaculation as she considers how to punish your lack of discipline.
The domineering angel releases her steely grip on your soft member as she sighs, “I suppose I can show you some mercy, squire.”
“Thank you, sister.” you say with a relieved voice.
“Do not thank me yet you imbecile.” Evelyn sneers, the feathers on her angelic wings ruffling with irritation, “I said I would show you mercy, but you must still be punished for spilling your seed too early.”
The angel points towards her bare abs with an armored finger and commands, “Lick.”