Becoming The Strongest Angel With A Saintess System

Grace sat cross-legged on a cushion.

The villagers had offered it for Grace and Venus’s "training," which was a polite way of saying "angelic sex lessons."

[Like I don’t get enough of those at the Dominion.]

Morning sun came through a patched window, making patterns on the wooden floor. Grace’s muscles hurt from yesterday’s practice, and her stomach was doing gymnastics at the thought of tonight’s face-off with The Tide.

[Just hours until I have to screw a water goddess. No pressure. Just the fate of an entire village and one tentacle-loving nerd on the line.]

The door opened. Venus glided in like a total showoff, her pink robes flowing around her perfect body. Unlike Diana, who treated clothes like they were allergic to her skin, Venus always wore something.

And, somehow, that made her even hotter. Like how a wrapped present is more exciting than one you can already see.

"Good morning, my little angel~" Venus’s voice was like honey. "Ready for your final lesson?"

"As ready as I’ll ever be," Grace replied, stretching her stiff legs. Her joints popped in protest.

Venus settled across from her, folding into a perfect cross-legged position while Grace felt like a pretzel trying to look like a circle.

"Very well. Show me what Diana taught you," Venus said.

Grace nodded, focusing hard. First of all, she went with her newest technique.

The golden light gathered between her legs, taking shape into the now-familiar light toy. It wasn’t as big as Diana’s monster, but it was solid and didn’t flicker out every five seconds anymore.

"Not bad," Venus said with a smile that screamed "bless your heart." It was the same look you’d give a kid showing you their potato art. "Diana always did have a... direct approach."

"I-It might be... useful," Grace defended. "Though... To be honest, I wonder if it’s even going to do anything with the Tide, but I figured I should learn it."

The temperature in the room dropped faster than a rock off a cliff. Venus’s smile stayed put, but her golden eyes turned hard.

[Huh?]

"Oh?" Her voice was still soft, but now it had knives hidden in it. "You think my prized technique won’t be of much help?"

Grace swallowed hard, suddenly remembering that Venus wasn’t just the Dominion’s Sex Goddess. She was a faction leader who could probably destroy her with a well-placed finger.

[Me and my big mouth. Way to go, Grace.]

"I just meant—"

"I know what you meant." Venus leaned forward, her perfect face inches from Grace’s. "You think because Diana taught you a crude imitation, you understand the technique’s potential."

"No, I—"

"Let me show you how wrong you are."

Venus stood in one fluid motion, like she was made of water herself. With a casual flick of her wrist, a light construct appeared between her legs—not gold like Diana’s and Grace’s, but a shimmering pink that pulsed with energy like a heartbeat.

Grace’s eyes bulged out of their sockets.

Unlike Diana’s straightforward "here’s a dick" design, Venus’s creation was art—curved in ways that made Grace’s insides clench just looking at it, ridged in places she hadn’t even considered, and radiating power that made the air buzz like it was full of horny bees.

[Oh shit. That’s... that’s not a penis. That’s a weapon.]

"On your hands and knees," Venus commanded, all the flirty seduction gone from her voice.

Grace’s body moved before her brain caught up, assuming the position like she’d been doing it her whole life. The rough wooden floor pressed against her palms as Venus knelt behind her.

"Diana thinks size and strength are everything," Venus said, lifting Grace’s robes with fingers that felt like they were leaving trails of fire. "So typical of the Bravery Sisters."

Cool air hit Grace’s exposed butt, followed by the warm pressure of Venus’s construct against her wet entrance.

She swallowed.

"The Sisters of Love understand that precision—" Venus pushed forward, sliding into Grace with one smooth thrust that made her see stars, "—is far more effective in these matters."

Grace’s mind went blank.

What Venus started doing to her was nothing like Diana’s enthusiastic pounding. Each ridge and curve hit spots inside her that she didn’t know existed. It was like Venus had a map of her insides and was hitting every "make Grace lose her mind" button at once.

"Oh my goddess," Grace gasped, fingers scrambling on the wooden floor like she was trying to climb it.

"Not quite," Venus corrected, her hips moving in a rhythm that seemed to bypass Grace’s brain entirely and speak directly to her pussy. "I’m sure Eternia could do better, but I try."

What followed was an education, all right.

Venus moved like water, each thrust calculated to build pleasure higher than Grace thought possible. Where Diana was all enthusiasm and power, Venus used finesse, changing angles, depth, and pressure with precision that made Grace feel like the woman had been studying her body for years.

Grace completely lost track of time. Her world shrank to the places Venus touched her—hips, back, the hand that snaked around to circle her clit. Pleasure built and crashed over her again and again, until Grace couldn’t tell where one orgasm ended and the next began.

She was pretty sure she was drooling on the floor.

"This is how you pleasure a goddess," Venus whispered, bending over Grace’s back, her breasts pressing against Grace’s spine. "Not with brute force, but with worship."

Grace couldn’t respond. Words? What were those? All she could do was make weird animal noises as Venus continued her relentless lesson in advanced fucking.

When Venus finally stopped, Grace face-planted on the floor, her body twitching like she’d been electrocuted. She vaguely registered Venus lying down beside her, golden eyes watching her with the satisfaction of a cat who just knocked over a very expensive vase.

"Do you understand now?" Venus asked, brushing sweaty hair from Grace’s forehead.

Grace managed a weak nod.

"That was... incredible."

Venus went quiet for a moment, her finger stopping mid-circle on Grace’s back.

"Celestia told me a story once. About Eternia and the pillars she created."

Grace pushed herself up onto her elbows, wincing as various parts of her body complained.

"Tell me."

"Well, as you know, Celestia is the only angel, aside from Azrael, who spoke to Eternia in person before she vanished." Venus’s voice dropped to a near whisper. "She said Eternia created the pillars as vessels for the emotions she couldn’t allow herself to feel. The Tide received her loneliness."

"I know that part," Grace said. "But what about their relationship?"

Venus smiled, looking surprisingly sad for someone who’d just fucked another person’s brains out.

"Eternia visited each pillar regularly at first. She understood that containing her emotions didn’t make them disappear—it just gave them form, consciousness." Venus’s fingers went back to tracing patterns on Grace’s skin. "The Tide was her favorite, though she’d never admit it. The one she visited most often."

"Why?"

"Because loneliness was the emotion Eternia feared most. At least, according to Celestia. The one she couldn’t bear to acknowledge in herself." Venus’s golden eyes got this far-away look. "Celestia said Eternia would spend days with The Tide, showing her pleasure, connection, belonging. It was the only time Eternia dropped her masks, her divinity."

Grace thought back to her vision—Eternia’s fingers working between The Tide’s legs, the water entity dissolving in ecstasy.

She had a hard time believing Eternia could feel lonely. Especially given that she willingly locked herself away for so many years, just waiting until she could create Grace. And, even then, she still doesn’t have the power to come back permanently.

That was to say, if Eternia felt lonely back then, how must she feel now?

"But then she stopped visiting," Grace guessed.

Venus nodded.

"The other pillars too. Eternia got... distracted. She created angels, built the Dominion. Found new playthings."

"And The Tide was abandoned."

"Along with her loneliness." Venus sat up, adjusting her robes that somehow still looked perfect. "Do you see now why your approach might work? The Tide doesn’t want destruction. She wants what Eternia gave her—connection, pleasure, belonging."

Grace stared at the ceiling, processing all this.

"So I need to be like Eternia for her."

"You already are, in many ways." Venus smiled. "But you need to understand what really drives The Tide. Not just lust, but loneliness."

Grace pushed herself into a sitting position, wincing at all the new aches. Her thighs felt like jelly.

"I think I understand now."

"Good." Venus stood, looking as composed as ever. "Rest. Prepare yourself. Tonight, you’ll need everything I’ve taught you."

"Venus," Grace called as the Love Sister leader headed for the door. "Thank you."

Venus paused, glancing back with a smile that looked genuinely warm beneath all the seduction.

"Just don’t tell Diana I outperformed her. You know how competitive she is."

Grace laughed despite feeling like she’d been fucked by a truck.

"Yeah, yeah. Your secret’s safe with me."

As Venus left, Grace flopped back onto the floor, her body pleasantly destroyed but her mind clearer than it had been in days.

Tonight, she would face The Tide. Not just with Diana’s "pound it till it breaks" approach, but with Venus’s precision.

Not just with her body, but with understanding.