Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System

The forest was eerily quiet by the time Grace trudged back to camp, muscles screaming from hours of practice. She felt like she’d managed to polish up her skills, which had been the point, but she wasn’t too sure she’d be able to maintain her newest technique through any potential distractions.

[Maybe I should just stick to my sword tomorrow. Less chance of it disappearing mid-thrust. "Sorry, water goddess, my magical toy just vanished inside you" isn’t exactly smooth.]

As she approached their tent, Grace heard giggles. Multiple giggles. Female giggles. The kind that definitely didn’t come from discussing ancient texts or battle strategies.

[Wait a minute...]

She pushed open the tent flap and froze.

Sure enough, Diana lay sprawled on a pile of bedrolls, gloriously naked as always. But she wasn’t alone. Two blue-robed Choir members were with her—one straddling Diana’s face, her scholarly robes hiked up around her waist, the other riding Diana’s right hand with enthusiastic bounces that made her boobs jiggle with each movement.

The Choir angels didn’t even notice Grace’s entrance, too busy having their brains fucked out to care about audience participation. Diana, however, gave a little wave from between a pair of thighs, like this was a totally normal greeting.

Grace had seen this exact image a number of times, of course. Not with Choir girls, no, but with Alia, Zephyr, and Petriel.

But, this time, now, was the only time she could remember her response being... Jealousy.

"Seriously?" Grace muttered. "I thought you Choir girls were all stuck-up knowledge snobs."

The angel on Diana’s face lifted up just enough to turn toward Grace, her face flushed and sweaty.

"K-Knowledge takes many forms," she panted before dropping back down with a moan.

Grace rolled her eyes so hard she nearly strained something.

"Could you take this somewhere else? I need to rest before tomorrow."

Diana made a muffled sound that might have been agreement or might have been "just getting started." Hard to tell with her mouth full of Choir pussy.

Before Grace could kick them out, a sudden gust of wind blew through the camp. The tent flaps whipped around as something—someone—landed outside with enough force to shake the ground.

"Grace Lightsinger! Where are you, darling?"

Grace froze, recognizing that silky voice immediately.

[No way. No. Fucking. Way.]

She was both excited and terrified.

Grace stepped outside to find—yep, there she was. Venus, Leader of the Sisters of Love, standing in the middle of camp.

The angel was as stunning as ever—long black hair flowing around her perfect face, golden eyes twinkling, and of course, that body that was somehow alluring despite not being all that... bountiful.

Every villager within eyesight was staring. One man walked right into a wooden cart.

"Venus?" Grace gaped. "What are you doing here?"

Venus glided forward, pulling Grace into a perfumed embrace that pressed her face directly into the Love Sister’s chest. Grace’s nose was buried between perky breasts that smelled like flowers... and sex.

"I felt your need, my sweet little angel!" Venus declared, holding Grace at arm’s length. "Your desire to speak with me was so strong, I simply had to come."

[My what now? I didn’t call for her. I didn’t even think about her. Well, not much. Maybe that one time in the bath, but...]

"I never called for you," Grace said, extricating herself from Venus’s grip and trying not to look like she’d just been motorboating one of the most beautiful angels in the Dominion.

Venus winked.

"Not with your voice, perhaps. But with your heart? Your body? AH, those cries reached me all the way in the Dominion."

From inside the tent came a particularly loud moan from one of the Choir angels, followed by what sounded like "FUCK ME HARDER, WARRIOR SISTER!"

Venus raised a perfect eyebrow.

"Though it seems Diana has been handling your... education."

"That’s not—" Grace sighed. "It’s complicated."

The Love Sister leader looked around the camp, taking in the remaining villagers, the Choir angels standing guard, the general air of impending doom.

"You have a situation here, don’t you?" Venus’s voice dropped, suddenly serious. "Tell me everything."

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"A water entity with abandonment issues and tentacles," Venus mused, sipping from a cup of tea Grace had procured. They sat on a log at the edge of camp, away from curious ears. "And you plan to seduce her into releasing our scholarly friend and sparing the village?"

"That’s the plan," Grace confirmed.

"An ambitious one." Venus studied Grace over the rim of her cup. Her golden eyes practically glowed in the darkness. "You’ve been practicing Diana’s light toy technique."

It wasn’t a question. Grace felt her cheeks heat up like she’d stuck her face in an oven.

"How did you know?"

"Divine energy leaves traces." Venus set down her cup with delicate fingers. "Besides, Diana was walking around like a queen after I taught her how to do that and you’ve been doing the same."

"So will you help me?" Grace asked. "The new moon is tomorrow night, and I’m—"

"Terrified? Absolutely quivering?" Venus supplied with a raised brow and a smirk.

"I was going to say ’unprepared,’ but yeah, sure, that works too."

Venus laughed, the sound like silver bells.

"Oh, darling. You’ve already made more progress than you realize."

"What do you mean?"

"Your potency with Love has grown dramatically since you left the Dominion." Venus leaned closer, her golden eyes searching Grace’s face. Her perfume washed over Grace, making her dizzy. "I can see it radiating from you. I’m sure the others feel it too. There’s a certain... charged feeling in the air. Probably why those Choir angels decided to get down and dirty tonight."

"I thought that was just Diana being Diana."

"Oh that’s certainly a factor as well," Venus conceded. "But, I mean it. Your presence... It’s even got me a little riled up, hehe."

Grace thought about Variel’s lingering gazes earlier that day. About the way villagers watched her now when she walked through camp. About how even the old lady selling fish had winked at her suggestively this morning.

And now, if Venus was saying this... Maybe something had changed.

"A-Anyway, is that why you’re really here?" she asked. "Because you ’felt my desire’?"

Venus’s lips curved into a mysterious smile as she put her hands up.

"Fine, fine. You got me. Celestia sent me to check on your mission’s progress. And, to be honest, I was curious myself."

"Oh."

She placed a warm hand on Grace’s knee. Her touch sent heat spiraling up Grace’s thigh.

"And, I am glad I came. Your power is growing, little angel. But you still have much to learn about wielding it properly."

"And... I take it you’ll teach me?"

"Of course." Venus’s fingers trailed lightly up Grace’s thigh, stopping just short of where Grace suddenly, desperately wanted them to go. "What good would I be as your teacher if I didn’t share my knowledge?"

Grace swallowed.

[Why does everyone’s teaching methods involve touching me? Is there a class on this? "How to Teach Grace: Step One - Put Your Hands All Over Her"?]

"So," Venus said, pulling back and putting her hands on her hips. "Anything you’d like to ask right away?"

"Uh, yeah. What about the light... toy... thing?" Grace asked, trying to focus on the mission and not on Venus’s wandering fingers. "Diana’s been training me, but it’s still not stable enough. It keeps disappearing."

Venus tilted her head, confused.

"Does it matter if it does?"

"Huh?"

"As much as I love the technique, you don’t need that crude construct. There are many ways to please a goddess." Venus leaned in until her lips nearly brushed Grace’s ear, her breath warm and sweet. "And I know them all."

A shiver ran down Grace’s spine that had nothing to do with the night air and everything to do with the way Venus’s voice dropped on those last words.

"So... uhm... you’ll help me prepare for tomorrow night?" Grace whispered.

"More than that." Venus pulled back, her expression suddenly serious. "I’ll come with you."

"What? No. The Tide was clear—I come alone, or she keeps Meridian and transforms the village."

Venus waved a dismissive hand.

"I won’t interfere directly. But I can watch from afar. Trust me. It’ll be fine." Venus stood, her pink robes shimmering in the moonlight, clinging to her perfect ass as she rose. "We’ll begin your final training at dawn. Rest now, Grace. You’ll need your strength."

As Venus walked away, her hips swaying hypnotically, Grace slumped against the log. First Diana, then the Choir, now Venus. Everyone wanted a piece of this mission.

[At this rate, the entire Angelic Dominion will show up to watch me have sex with a water spirit. Maybe we should sell tickets. "Come see the former turnip farmer dick down a primordial entity! Limited seating!"]

Grace sighed and looked up at the stars.

Tomorrow (or, today, technically) she’d face the Tide.

At least now she had the Sisters of Love in her corner. For better or worse.

[Probably worse, knowing my luck. But hey, if I’m going to fail spectacularly, at least I’ll have expert advice on exactly how I screwed up.]