>The ritual was a success!
>At least one of them was.
>Or maybe a horrible failure from another ritual.
>In a pillar of light, over the overlapping altars and circles I'd been alternatively praying and fapping over, a cute, delicate, winged girl draped in loose cloth descended.
>By the time she reached me, she had a stern, disappointed, slightly confused look on her face - the kind of expression that screams "I don't know what you're doing, or why you're doing it, but I don't like it".
>But before she could voice those feelings, the ground shook as thick, black mana erupted from the ground like a jet of oil, coalescing into a sphere behind me.
>Emerging from the sphere was a small, pale, silver-haired girl, dripping with the liquid magic, pleasuring herself on a makeshift dildo formed of the stuff.
>She eyed me, and as if reading my thoughts and feelings faster than I process them, gave the angel a lustful look and tied her down with tendrils of dark ichor.
>Flooding her lustful energy into me as well, I was given the courage to charge over and force myself upon Heaven's messenger, defiling her small, delicate body.
>The coiling tendrils poured into her free holes all the while, before the small girl on top was left to sit atop her mouth, rubbing her clit and humping the angel's face in time with my humps of her cunt.
>After I came, the dark matter girl gave me a kiss on the lips - slow, deep and passionate, then melted down into the dark liquid and slid into the angel's womb with my cum.
>I had just noticed that little miss darkness had set up the ordeal over my Chaos ritual.
>And, sure enough, the orgasm-dazed angel, now filled with dark matter that continues to violate her from within - and sometimes extend tentacles to violate her from without - was coated with another inky fluid.
>This one reached to me as well, and pulled me closer to her, as if to embrace her.
>I watched as the inky fluid drew tight into a jumpsuit around her - it seemed to reshape with my thoughts.
>And without warning, I felt wings like her own begin to sprout from my back in a strangely gentle way.
>My wings, however, were massive enough to take us both in a big embrace.
>My arms grew strong enough to hold her up.
>The inky fluid of her jumpsuit surrounded me as well, and seemed to communicate our pleasure to one another.
>While the angel slept, the dark matter girl formed herself from a few tendrils out of the angel's pussy, and resting on my arm, snuggled against me as we got to know one another on our way home.