My hands are unclean. I'm disgusted with what I've done.
No, stop thinking about it. You didn't know, you didn't know so it wasn't your fault.
I'm not to blame. Lucifer is for rebelling in the first place.
I... I'm not to blame.
I need a distraction.
Come to think of it, I've never used the sauna we have in the house. That could be a good way to relax and get my mind off of everything.
I opened the door after a short trek through the snow, how calming it is to be back here.
"How was your mission? Betcha it was more fun than being cooped up in this boring old cabin." The British voice of lena snapped me back to reality.
"It was... complicated. And I did promise to take you on missions, so long as you learn to control your time." There she sat on the couch to the right. Her bright yellow, skintight pants standing out heavily against the grey shirt and black socks she wore.
"Yeah but it's boring just sitting here playing games when I'm not practicing! I wanna go out there and help people now that I have the power!" A paragon of justice would be the most fitting term to describe her.
Honestly, if only she knew the state that humanity was in currently. A bunch of religious people who worship gods that have no intention to help them.
What a hopeless bunch.
But that's precisely why humans are great. They're fools.
"An inexperienced combatant is more likely to be a detriment than help. It's rude but true." Lena pulled her legs up into a cross-legged sit as she looked away.
"I know... but I still wanna help." I could only let out a sigh. Damnit. I really don't want to risk getting her in danger.
Who the fuck am I fooling? I can see the future for fucks sake. And I'm panicking over whether she could get hurt? I'm a moron. Even considering that I have the abilities of yhwach, I was still worried.
To think I could be this paranoid about someone getting hurt. It could be considered a good thing though, it means I still have some of my humanity.
Unlike yhwach.
In some sense, he was a Saint to his sternritter. Any being with more reiatsu than a... second seat? I think that was right. They cannot pass on normally, and so a special ritual is performed sending them to hell.
Yachiru unohana.
Jushiro ukitake.
Yamamoto genryusai shigekuni.
3 captain class soul reapers who were sent to hell. The auswhalen prevented this. Then there was the upcoming hell arc.
I read a panel of that, szyaelzaporro appeared again. That was a surprise.
Didn't seem particularly interesting.
Anyways, moving on.
"Next time lena. Next time, we'll bring you along. However, you won't be fighting." There was clear glee and disappointment in her eyes.
"I can't risk you getting hurt. I will not let someone die because I wanted to show then how combat is done."
"While it's rather endearing that ya care for me that much, I'm not some piece of glass that can break at the slightest touch."
"You have no muscle, a small frame making it easier to sustain a lethal injury, no combat experience and your only ability is to control your own time flow. You don't even have a weapon." With that analysis, she was stunned.
"I... fine. I won't fight." And that had ended the conversation. Honestly, it surprises me that I was so enthralled in the conversation that I didn't even notice mitsuri and melascula head to their respective location.
Mitsuri went upstairs, a tired gaze in her eyes.
Melascula lazily lay on the couch opposite of tracer.
Where was derieri? It wasn't hard to locate her with my sensing capabilities.
She was asleep in my bed. Lazily covered as she slept. I remember saying she could sleep anywhere, but I didn't expect her to use my bed.
I didn't know where ophis was.
Well, time to relax in the sauna.
I approached the door and slowly began to strip. First was the upper part of my butler outfit which smoothly came off, button by button leaving me shirtless.
This body is incredibly muscular, honestly. I may have gone overboard with the swimmer build. Anyway, off came the pants. Hmm, may not have been the smartest idea to strip here.
"Please do that somewhere else..." The blushing face of the pilot surprised me. I didn't expect her to pay attention to me stripping.
I ignored her and stepped into the sauna. Immediately, I could feel the heat.
Amazing.
Dragons are extremely resistant to fire as a result of their durable scales, the fact that I, a dragon god, could feel the heat was amazing.
Either this makes my bodies resistance similar to a regular humans, or its simply that hot.
The sauna was completely wooden, an orangeish tint to the wood, moisture clinging to the walls. There were seats all around the walls, more like one big seat that curved around the square room.
I took a seat directly opposite to the door of the sauna, a small porthole at about head height was in the door.
This is soothing. I feel as if my worries are dripping out of my body, the sweat is relaxing for once.
Quite a nice change of pace for once. All this fighting, this conflict... this disgust.
To think I'd do such disgusting things.
I... I hate this. I'm changing. I can tell. I'm violent. I'm awful. Why... why do I do these things?
I don't know...
Huh? Are... are these tears? I... I truly am pathetic. Crying about something as inconsequential as this.
"Shhh. Its alright Walter. I'm here. I know you're stressed, but there's no need to cry. I am here, I will always be here. I have faith in you, Walter." Her sweet words were unfamiliar to me.
The melascula he knew was not this comforting.
But then again, the melascula he knew was far different.
Her naked body pressed against his left side. Melasculas chest wasn't flat, more moderate, her ass wasn't absurd, it was plump.
Her nipples pressed against his back. This was a situation he had only dreamt of.
"I'm sorry Walter. We demons crave strength, it's like a drug to us. I love you, Walter. I crave you... I... need you." With those whispered words, she bit.
It wasn't a chomp, or a bite filled with malicious intent.
It was a simple nibble of his earlobe.
One meant to arouse.
Melascula slowly ran her left hand up his thigh.
"You're so handsome Walter. So powerful, so addictive. I haven't forgotten how you saved my life, gave me all this power. I think its only fair, that I give my all to you." One swift motion caused two events.
The first was the grasp of his shaft. That action shocked him, causing Walter to turn to melascula, triggering the second event.
A French kiss.
The snake demon tongue was long, easily able to dominate walters mouth.
But she didn't.
Because melascula did not lie. She loved Walter, sternritter V didn't want to dominate Walter...
His sternritter wanted passion.
And she was gentle, slowly and calmy caressing his tongue with her own.
All this was too much for Walter. He wasn't one who often had physical contact.
Melascula was... soft. Ungodly amounts of soft. Her skin was supple and sweaty within the sauna.
How long had it been since he truly felt loved? He couldn't remember.
There was no one he was truly close to. Everyone was distant. No... he was distant.
Melascula forced herself close. For that, he was grateful.
Yet conflicted. He... couldn't look past this, he loved mitsuri. He knew that, but... Walter wanted this.
A shiver ran through his system.
Mel had started to to move her left hand, the soft grip of the demon carefully rubbing his cock. Walter was struggling not to moan.
"It's alright Walt, moan all you want~. No one will hear us." Those words made him retaliate, a quick motion of his hand gripped Mel's right breast. The soft moan made him throb with fervent desire.
What a simple man he was.
His pointer finger moved between her breasts, the man slowly trailed it down across her gut, over her womb until it rested over her opening. There, he added a second finger. A quick poke and Mel threw her head back in pleasure.
"Two can play the game of sex. Often, the more experienced one wins." Walt as she had called him slowly circled his fingers, as if stirring a pot. The twitching it caused clearly excited the woman, her heavy breathing made that clear.
The sweat only made this scene more erotic, how he had forgotten the sweet pleasure of flesh was a mystery. Truly, such an addicting act.
Swapping out his pointer and middle for his middle and ring finger. Melascula didn't stop her ministrations, the softness of her hands rubbing against walters throbbing titan, each stroke made him more stiff.
Who would reach their pleasure height first?
Why it was quite obvious. Walter's experienced jabbing visibly made melascula react, her body twitching, face grinning with pleasure. The sides of her mouth has unhinged ever so slightly, Walter knew he was doing well.
Time for the next step.
Walter lifted her up slightly, opening his mouth wide and cupping her left nipple with his mouth.
The shriek of surprise that elicited from the usually calm demons mouth brought joy to the Kings ears.
"Ah~Walt! You're so good at this~!" Her panting was frequent as a result of the double assault Walter was giving. Mel wouldn't stop her own though.
The motions of her soft hand rubbing walters erect shaft had grown more desperate as her climax neared. Walt responded in kind by quickening his hand motions along with the sucking of his sternritters squishy breast.
A few more moments was when the moment came.
Melascula tightened around his fingers, the already wet appendages became doused in the demonic fluids that came from the demons genitalia.
"That... was... wonderful..." mel slumped in her exhaustion.
She had lost.
But Walter wasn't done.
"Well, it seems you don't realise there is more in store." Melascula turned to him, shock evident in her eyes. Walters genitalia was throbbing, like a roided up bodybuilder.
The thickness was absurd, but the length wasn't anything to scoff at either. It made her nervous. She was a virgin, while demons were designed with no hymen and all forms of depravity in mind... could she take that?
"We'll find out." It was as if he was reading her mind. There was both panic and anticipation as he lifted her up by her hips, the moment came as she just had.
Walter lined his respective organ up with her dripping one. It's been a while. A long time.
A brief moment of hesitation flashed through the Reincarnated man's mind.
Did he want to do this?
"It's alright Walt, just do it. Take me here and now, for yourself~." He could resist this.
If he was still human.
Dragons, they're incredibly possessive. Greedy things, taking what they want.
Those words were the tipping point.
Walter thrusted right in, the scream of pleasure she let out was music to the draconic ears of walter. Confirmation of his claim.
She was so hot, gripping so tightly to his member that was now slick with her fluids. What an orgasmic feeling.
Walt slowly lifted her, each inch slowly pulling out as she wiggled and whined trying to put it back in. Only for Walter to thrust it right back in. Mel once again threw her head back in a melody of pure pleasure ringing throughout the sound deprived sauna.
"Hah~ this is wonderful... listen to me walt, go crazy, I'm yours. Its your decision for the pacing." The vixens sultry words motivated him, he knew what pace he wanted.
Another thrust slammed against melascula's womb, by all accounts, that shouldn't have been possible.
The visionary was amazing.
Another thrust, squeezing out more liquid from melascula's hole. Each plunge heightened the snakes pleasure, almost as if it was a crescendo of pleasure ascending to its peak.
Her body was jittering with sexual gratification, the incessant slapping that filled the room formed a sweaty atmosphere. Even steamier than the sauna was in the beginning.
What a sight this must be. The steamy coupling of a demon and a dragon god.
The frantic breeding that was going on in the steamy sauna was erotic as neither partner focused on anything other than the other person.
"Kiss me, Walt!" He obliged the request with no hesitation, immediately forcing his tongue into her mouth, melascula responded in kind but there was no hope of overpowering a dragon in a lustful haze. And so her tongue simply wrapped around his, caressing it.
A sudden jolt ran through sternritter V as she realised what was happening. Walter was standing up with both arms tightly gripped on her waist. There was a simple reaction of leg locking him.
That one reaction allowed Walter deeper into her chasm.
The effect was noticeable immediately by the trembling and that Mel could no longer keep her composure. Her tongue pulled right out of her mouth and draped down her chin, licking walters chest.
A twitch alerted the demon to her incoming dose of the Kings cream. Melascula tightened her grip of the man she cared for most.
"Do it. Don't hold yourself back. Demons are failures because they're infertile." And the dam blew.
Walter couldn't hold it any long and let it all flow.
Now, say if you were shove your hand in a pot of water filled to the brim, it would overflow.
That would be the appropriate comparison. Walters semen had dumped into melascula's receiving hole, it couldn't hold it all. It never would have.
It slowly leaked as he pulled the still erect member out. Dripping with his own seed. Melascula used her shadow to scoop up any cream that spilled out and force it back in.
That broke her. Not melascula...
The rude voyeur.