~~~ Chapter Notes ~~~
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~~~ New Orleans ~~~
We spent the next two days teaching Rosalie everything we knew - and feeding her experience orbs almost non-stop. We didn't give her any of the smoky ones until she'd gone through four dozen of the low-level ones.
During that time, we also stayed busy with our regular work. We took out two more demon outposts, converted another couple dozen demons into angels, and shuttled them off to Heaven to trade for more orbs.
By the end of the first day, Rosalie was going with us on our raids. We kept her pinned between two of the other girls but she was wiping out low-level demons like a boss. She swiped my kamas until Angel came back from Heaven with a set for her. I argued that the pink ones that Angel had brought back were supposed to be mine but Rosalie just laughed at me - and then came over for a kiss. She'd already picked up Cherry's bad habit of stroking my cock while she kissed me. She assured me that - as a nun - she was more than familiar with the benefits of habits.
Speaking of habits, the naughty nun had transformed her armor into an outfit that looked somewhere between a nun's frock and a stripper's outfit. She had a black leather bikini top with white lace across the top - and the shortest black leather skirt - with white lace along the bottom. The thing barely covered her bald twat. All of Rosalie's pussy hair had disappeared as soon as she realized she could change it. She loved rubbing her hairless vulva up and down on my shaft for what seemed like hours before she'd let me enter her.
She was always the last one to fuck me. The others had learned that - if they waited to take their turn until after her - I would already be asleep. They could still get a load from my balls (eventually) - but they weren't getting any kisses or cuddles.
By the end of the second day with us, the former nun-initiate was behaving liked she'd been with us since the beginning of time.
She was a terror during battles. We had to keep reminding her that we could trade converted demons for credits, weapon upgrades, and experience orbs. She tended to go into a rage and just start killing everything. She had a special kind of hard-on for the big brutes - probably because they reminded her of the big brute who'd had his hard-on shoved down her throat - without regard for her need for oxygen.
She had just butchered one of the lieutenants when I caught up to her. She was standing over the mangled corpse, shaking.
"Rose ... Rosey ... Rosalie!"
She turned, finally saw me, and wrapped herself around me.
"It's okay, honey," I told her. "You're okay."
"I know," she whispered.
I pulled her face from my chest and lifted her eyes to mine. I pressed my lips against hers.
"Hi, beautiful," I told her.
"I'm horny, Ben," she whispered.
"Let's get the rest of this place cleaned up so Claudia can come burn it down and then I'll suck your cunt. I promise."
She smiled, stole another kiss, and headed off to look for more demons.
I followed her.
She was getting better - but - it had only been a couple days since we'd found her. She was still working through some shit.
Her wings matched her sexy customized armor ensemble. I couldn't keep my eyes off of her - or my hands. Rosalie gave the best hugs - and those pillow-soft lips made my cock stiff every time she pressed them against mine.
I had the naughty nun pressed up against the front gate of the demon's outpost - banging the hel... heck out of her - when my wife arrived.
"How'd she do?" she asked.
She leaned in to kiss my lover on the lips as I continued to pound my prick into her clasping cunt.
"Better," I said.
Claudia sucked on the front of Rosalie's throat and pinched her nipples as I brought her closer and closer to release.
Rosalie cried out - just before her pussy squirted - and I exploded inside of her. Claudia reached down, ran her fingers through the mess, and brought it to her lips.
"Mmm, Rosey, honey, you taste divine ...," she told the girl.
She kissed the Creole girl on the lips and slicked her tongue into her mouth to give her a taste of her own nectar. I groaned as my balls belched out another load.
I worked my lips into their little wrestling match and got lusty kisses from both of them.
"Get him back to base, sexy girl," Claudia told her. "I need to torch this place."
Rosalie slid from my grip, got her feet under her, and sank to her knees to clean me up. When she finished, I returned the favor - licking her vulva clean of her honey-flavored ejaculate.
I took her hand, spread my wings, and we rose into the sky.
"I fucking love this," I told her. "All those stories about angels - when we were kids - and now I am one."
She squeezed my fingers and smiled broadly. It was good to see her smile. She was beautiful - even when she was frowning - but her smile lit up the sky.
We raced towards our base to find a wave of demons attacking. Angel and the recruits were managing things well. They killed what they had to and converted the rest. As soon as we touched down, I had to start replenishing the recruits' reserves of "conversion sauce". Rosalie held me in her arms and nuzzled my neck as a string of Angel lookalikes lined up to drain my balls.
Cherry got the new converts into formation and marched them through the portal - heading for Heaven - to hand them off to the Legion.
Two weeks later, the outposts - all over New Orleans - lay in shambles. There were still plenty of lone demons roaming the streets and causing mayhem - but the attacks on all of the angel outposts had dwindled to a mere trickle. The commander reported that his squads had done so well - farming the demon portal - that he'd started letting other commanders in on the deal.
Claudia had been praying - and we'd been scouting - but we hadn't found any other enemy portals yet. We knew there had to be at least a couple more - but we weren't having any luck tracking them down. Our assumption was that there was one on the opposite side of the city - and maybe one inside of the big base.
Our next mission was to take out the base where we'd rescued Rosalie. Claudia and I had put it off as long as possible - not knowing how she'd handle going back. Rosey was adamant that she be included in the strike team, however. Now that the smaller outposts were eliminated, it was time to move up to the larger bases. Claudia had identified four of them - and the one where we'd found Rosalie was first on the list.
"Everybody get to bed early tonight," Claudia ordered. "We'll hit them just as the sun comes up."
Gwen came to my bed first. She wasn't glowing anymore but she was still radiant. The other girls and I had talked. They all wanted babies as well - but they wanted to wait to see how things worked now that we were no longer human - and they didn't want to give up fighting. The feisty redhead wasn't planning to give up fighting any time soon either. She was still a demon-slaying son (or daughter) of a bitch. I loaded her up with her nightly load of protein and she tagged off with whoever was next in line. By the time Rosalie finished with me, I was nearly comatose. She gave me lusty kisses and then got up and ordered Claudia to take her place.
My eyes were already closing by the time my wife cuddled her luscious body against mine. She quickly went back over our plan for the next morning and then kissed my eyelids and held me tightly. I slept like a baby.
The next morning, Claudia divided up our group into pairs - a melee fighter and an archer in each set. Odt was my partner. I immediately got yelled at for kissing the adorable Mongol girl instead of paying attention to my wife's instructions.
I was pretty certain her words had not changed in the last half-dozen times she had repeated them - but I still got my ass chewed.
All of our ranged-fighters had two sets of weapons - bows for quietly removing scouts and guards as we arrived - and then rifles or pistols for close-combat. Rosalie got paired up with Mei. Mei carried a pair of Taurus Judges. They were upgraded to the point where they would pull ammo from her storage-item (like most everybody else). She generally fired 45s from them until we got indoors. At that point, she would switch to 410 shotgun shells. I was happy that Claudia had put her with Rosalie for this mission. I had no worries about the former nun getting into trouble with Mei pumping lead out as fast as she normally did. These days, most of our credits from handing new recruits over to the Legion were going into replacing our supplies of ammo.
We arrived at the base and used bows and crossbows to take out the demons on the walls and the roofs. We had everything on the outside dead or dying and moved inside before things started getting crazy.
The battle plan held up, though, and we slowly worked our way through the barracks, bedrooms, and training areas - wiping the demons off of the face of the Earth. The Legion wasn't going to get very many new recruits from this mission - this wasn't a battleground - it was seek and destroy - building by building and room by room.