The cold of winter seeped through the small, crowded windows and stuck to the rock that formed the floor, ceiling, and walls of the cells. They had each been given a blanket to keep warm and not get sick. That action without context could be seen as compassion, but the prisoners in the dungeon knew perfectly well that it was completely pragmatic. Their captors wanted them to be in perfect condition by the time they are taken out of their cells to receive their indoctrination. Since all the prisoners had been captured weeks ago until now, only less than half remained. Those who were not present had met the same fate as Rias. Some of them had come back, just as Rias had done, to "cheer up" the others who were still captive, while others simply stayed away from those who had not yet sworn allegiance to their master.
Between the cells that had been Rias and Sona's, only Akeno remained. Gabriel and his peerage were gone as well. Kuroka was taken at the same time as Koneko, and the next day Le Fay and Ravel followed. Before long Valerie was taken too, as were Lavinia and Elmenhilde. And so the list went on almost indefinitely, leaving only a small group of women scattered among the cells.
–Mama... What are we going to do?– Kunou's broken and exhausted voice was the only prevailing sound in the dungeon, like a noisy child on public transport. Her face looked dirty and drawn, not from lack of food or violence, but from her own desperation that was beginning to physically affect her small and weak body.
–Everything will be fine... I promise– Yasaka lied to give her daughter some comfort in an attempt to look safer so that she wouldn't lose hope, even though they both knew that it was nothing more than a fantasy. All mother and daughter could do was curl their blankets around each other and wait on the hard stone floor for their time to come.
Unlike the two of them having each other, Akeno was completely alone in her cell, with her blanket covering her, hugging her knees as she sat on the floor and leaned against the wall. That cell that in the past felt small due to the presence of her friends, now looked spacious just because she was only one living in it. But despite that space, Akeno did not seem to enjoy it in the least, rather she seemed scared of it, understanding that that represented the absence of her loved ones and the fate they had suffered...
The fate that would eventually come to her as well.
Akeno didn't want to think about that. She really didn't want to think about anything, since there was nothing that could even comfort her. A bit of envy arose in her as she glanced at Kunou and Yasaka. She didn't have her mother to comfort her, she wasn't even alive, she had been taken from her. She still had her father, but who knows where he would be, if he was even still alive. The thought that she might not see him again suddenly came to her like a feeling she couldn't shake. The fear that her father had died filled her with remorse for not having been able to improve her relationship with him as much as she would have liked. Soon the pain of mourning invaded her, assuming that he was already dead, a small sob left her mouth, while tears slipped from her lightless eyes and slipped down her cheeks. She wanted to be comforted, she wanted her mother to come to her and hold her, just like she used to when she was a child, but that wasn't going to happen. Her mother, as well as Issei-kun and, most likely, her father were dead and nothing would bring them back.
If only there was a way... a miracle that would bring back everyone she had lost, her friends, her loved one, her father... her mother... she would give anything for it... ..if only to see her mother...one last time.
–Akeno?– a voice reached her ears from the bars of her cell, accompanied by the sound of the door opening. A voice she hadn't heard in a long time, and yet it was marked on her memory like a scar. A warm, familiar voice that brought her comfort, security, and immense happiness. Akeno looked up with her eyes wide open. What she saw was unheard of, it was impossible, her mind must be playing tricks on her. But if this was reality, then the woman standing in the open cell door was...
–Mom...?– insecurity, shock and happiness. Those three emotions battled each other in Akeno's head like a whirlwind, trying to decide exactly how to react.
–Yes... it's me, Akeno...– Shuri, the living image of an adult Akeno. If the maturity of Shuri's appearance was ruled out, the only thing that differentiated the two was the color of their eyes, her mother's being yellow, almost golden. Even her outfit was the same as Akeno's, wearing the lightning priestess kimono. Her face spoke of a certain maturity, both in her features and in her maternal expression, which gave her daughter security just by looking at her.
Wasting no more time, Akeno rose and lunged at her mother in a desperate embrace. She was real. She was there and she was real. She could touch her, she could feel her and she could hear her. Shuri wrapped her arms around her daughter, comforting her. Akeno, as if she was a little girl again, instantly burst into tears. This wasn't a hidden sob like before, this was a desperate cry from her throat that filled the entire dungeon. Akeno didn't notice or care that she was making a scene, all that was on her mind was the presence of her mother and all the pain she had been holding in for a long time, finally breaking free of it.
She cried for what would happen to her if she stayed there, she cried for her friends, who no longer seemed like themselves, she cried for her Ise-kun, who was no longer in this world, she cried for her father, with whom she never was able to really fix their relationship, and she cried for her mother, who after so many years, had finally returned. Shuri didn't say a word, she just hugged her daughter as she stroked her hair. Like Akeno, she too was happy to be reunited with her daughter after so many years. More so, she understood the pain that she was going through, as she was fully aware of her situation. That's why she let her unload all her sadness on her shoulder, because it was her duty as her loving mother.
–Shhhh... it's fine... everything will be fine...– Shuri's whispers slowly calmed Akeno's cries, like a lullaby.
–I missed you... I missed you so much...– Akeno's broken voice filtered between small moans as tears still leaked from her red eyes and ran down her flushed skin.
–I missed you too...– Akeno kept her grip tight on her, as if she didn't want to let her go again now that she had her back, as Shuri continued to pat her daughter's head with one hand while she returned the hug with the other. –...Seeing how much you've grown... fills me with pride...– her maternal voice transmitted an almost anesthetic calm to Akeno, but the happiness of seeing her mother again kept her well wake up and active. –But, even though you've grown up, you're not quite a woman yet... that's why I want you to understand, that everything mom does... she does it because she knows it's the best for you– Akeno, not understanding very well the words of her mother, she turned her head to see her only to feel a prick on her neck.
–Mo... m?- Before finishing the word, Akeno noticed how all her senses were turned off, leaving her completely unconscious. Her mother, still with a smile on her face, was holding an empty syringe in one of her hands.
–I think it's only fitting that we thank the one who bring us back together…– Shuri's face, far from being one of a loving mother, had warped into a lustful expression, one that didn't sought anything good.
Dazed and disoriented, Akeno slowly began to regain consciousness. Her head was spinning and she felt a little uncomfortable, as if something was putting pressure on her whole body. In an attempt to find out where she was and what her situation was, she tried to open her eyes but saw nothing, tried to move but just staggered, tried to open her mouth to form words but her jaw was imprisoned
She soon realized the reason for her immobility, she was captive of a rope that ran all over her body. The rope, thick and stiff and rough, tightened around her joints as she pinned her limbs and kept her suspended in midair. Her arms were linked behind her back and her legs were completely bent under her, if it wasn't for her flexibility, being like this for a long time would be very painful. The rope also put pressure on her torso, encircling her breasts and squeezing her stomach and back. The knots that were everywhere were not particularly practical, they were exotic knots that drew various geometric figures on Akeno's body, highlighting her beautiful figure which was completely naked. A feeling of vertigo came over her the moment she realized there was no hard surface to hold on to. In fact, her own weight being held by her ropes only put more pressure on her skin.
Akeno quickly put the threads together and realized what was going on, as she herself was an expert in this type of practice.
–I see that you are already awake...– the voice of her Shuri pronounced again, but this time with a very different tone.
–Mmh…– reflexively, she Akeno tried to speak to her mother in search of some explanation, only to be silenced by whatever she had in her mouth.
-Don't bother, it's a gag ball you have in your mouth. It will be necessary for your education– Shuri's voice was not that of a loving mother, it was that of an authoritarian and cruel teacher and, although Akeno had no way of knowing, there was an extremely lewd expression on her face.
–MMMHH!– Another voice was present behind her, one much more grave and desperate than Akeno's.
–I told you to keep quiet– Shuri's dictatorial voice was followed by the sound of a blow, the result of her having kicked that third person's head. –Now…how should I start?– her voice was accompanied by the sound of her footsteps around Akeno, footsteps that she could identify as belonging to a pair of heels.
Despite not being able to see her, Akeno was not wrong. Shuri's outfit, if it could be called that, was a set of dark purple leather straps and metal rings that held them together. The tight straps ran all over her body in a similar way to Akeno's ropes, but unlike her, these straps did not restrict Shuri's mobility, instead they just adorned her skin with an erotic touch, covering it in key points to make her most desirable, be it on her hands, her nipples and her crotch.
But Akeno didn't care what her mother was wearing. Her mind right now was lost in a sea of confusion. It was as if she were lost in the middle of the ocean, and for every question she asked herself, a wave pushed her from one side to the other, always on the verge of losing her strength and drowning in the despair of what would eventually be the correct answer to all of them. But that was irrelevant. Akeno was clever, she could easily piece together all the clues she had to come to the most obvious conclusion. But she didn't want to, unconsciously her brain was blocking out the truth about her and her mother's situation in an attempt to maintain some sanity. She couldn't believe, or rather, she didn't want to believe that her mother had shared the same fate as the rest of her friends.
Not her... Not her loving and trustworthy mother...
Crum prum*
The sound of what seemed to be plastic objects colliding with each other distracted Akeno from her thoughts. Being completely deprived of her other senses, she was attentive to any sounds and vibrations she might feel in an attempt to maintain her limited contact with reality. The sound that Akeno heard belonged to a small mountain of "tools" that Shuri intended to use to educate her daughter. Akeno was smart, and given her situation, it didn't take long for her to figure out what kind of "tools" these were. As if that very thought was running down her spine, a shiver ran up and down her body, reflexively tensing and causing the rough grip of her ropes to become even tighter. Shuri, who was rummaging through the pile of indecent toys looking for a specific one, caught Akeno's reaction out of the corner of her eye and she couldn't help but smile wickedly. It was her sadistic personality that allowed her to enjoy the suffering of her own daughter.
Among all the selection of objects, Shuri found the ones she was looking for. Two items that weren't plastic, although you could say their looks were somewhat iconic.
Feeling her mother's attention back on her, Akeno stood rigid, unable to relax as she felt her footsteps surrounding her until she was behind her. Completely at Shuri's mercy, Akeno's nerves were going through the roof. With all of her survival instinct alarms going off simultaneously, she tensed her back even more, as if that would create a shell that would protect her. She expected a blow to her back, the burning sensation of a whip cutting her skin on contact. In the wake of her anticipation, the sensation of adrenaline under her skin running down her back and buttocks hit her, as if she was expecting a climax of some kind.
But a whiplash wasn't what she felt, instead, the sensation of her anus being painfully ripped open alerted her to her captor's target. Akeno squeezed her toes as she twitched them at the feel of the cold metal object that had lodged in her anus. It wasn't particularly long, but it was big enough that it was impossible to ignore it and, force it out, even less. After putting on the plug, Shuri, who was crouched down facing Akeno's anus, paused for a moment, looking at her daughter's perfectly round butt. Her hips were flawless, and her slim figure only further enhanced the perfect size and shape of her creamy smooth buttocks. Proud of how her daughter had developed, but with the mindset of an inspector, Shuri, with a cold expression from her concentration, used her hands to manipulate Akeno's butt, catching her completely off guard.
Her hands ran over every part of it, pressing and massaging it, as if she were inspecting it for a medical checkup. Slowly, she started to get up as her hands moved up Akeno's hips. Even though the ropes interrupted her touch, Shuri made sure to feel in great detail every free inch of her daughter's soft, delicate skin with the stoic attitude of a robot, until finally reaching her breasts. Akeno felt her mother's big breasts resting on her back, while her warm breath felt on her neck and her head rested on her left shoulder. Shuri's hands attacked Akeno's defenseless boobs, who could only resist the sensation of her voluptuous breasts being roughly manipulated. The size of her, her softness, and the elasticity of her, Shuri made sure to feel it all with her delicate little hands sunk into her daughter's enormous masses as she squeezed and fingered them, letting soft, deafened moans escape from Akeno's mouth.
After she finished playing with them, Shuri attacked her nipples, pinching them with her fingernails hard enough to cause a sharp pain. Akeno this time let out louder groans of pain as she felt pain in such a sensitive part of her body. Afterwards, she took her nipples in her fingers and began to pull them hard, dragging Akeno's breasts with them and deforming them. Shuri's expression remained expressionless, completely focused on checking the capabilities of her daughter's body, to see how it had developed during the years of her absence and check her qualities.
–Mmhhh! Mhhhh!– Feeling as if her nipples were going to be ripped off, Akeno raised her voice still gripped by the ball in her mouth, giving birth to deafened screams as she jerked to try and pull her mother away from her. In one of those jolts, she hited Shuri's head, causing her to let go of her and take a few steps back.
–You dare...?– Shuri's authoritative voice, keeping a dangerous anger inside her, made Akeno instantly know that she made a mistake. In this relationship she was the slave and Shuri was the mistress, any act of insubordination would not come without punishment. –I see you still need some discipline– Shuri's heavy footsteps behind her only further reinforced her fear of what was about to happen. This time the whip would come and she wasn't sure what-
Slash! Slash! Slash!*
–MMHHHH!– The sharp, burning pain of the whip cutting the skin of her back drew a few cries of pain from Akeno, which were silenced again. The cuts caused by whip friction at high speeds were so large that blood would ooze out of them without much trouble.
–MHHHH!– again the male voice from before was present again, reacting to Akeno's suffering.
–I told you to be quiet!– another whiplash was followed by Shuri's angry words, but that one was not directed at Akeno, but at that third person.
After the interruption, Shuri continued to whip Akeno repeatedly, now with more force and speed. Akeno's muffled screams continued until they eventually turned into tears. For the next two minutes, all that was heard in the room was Shuri's constant spanking and Akeno's pathetic, broken moans of agony. Tears of pain, both physical and emotional, trickled down from Akeno's eyelids, finding their way out of hereyes and slipping down her cheeks past the blindfold. The slashing blows of the whip were strong enough to move her slightly from side to side, swinging her on the rope that kept her suspended in the air. Her thin, delicate skin was filled with painful gaping wounds that burned with the friction of the whip's leather to the touch, and the crimson blood that came from them trickled down her back in drops only to be stopped by the firm grip on the ropes.
With each hit, Akeno was taken back in time within her memories. A time when she was just an innocent child living with her parents. The memory of her mother, still alive in her head, was something that had accompanied her for years. Her sweet smile and her warm, soothing voice that sang lullabies to her before sleeping. She felt safe with her, as any daughter should feel with her mother. It was that melancholy memory that made the cuts on her back even more painful, seeing how her mother tortured her as punishment for defying her.
Slash! Slash! Slash!*
The whipping continued for several minutes. Akeno, in an attempt to endure the pain, twisted her hands and feet as she bit down hard on the ball in her mouth, doing her best to ignore the burning heat of her skin being split open and the blood down her back. Shuri, on the other hand, enjoyed every second of it, savoring her daughter's suffering and pain, she licked her lips, letting her sadistic instincts completely take over.
–Enough, Shuri– unexpectedly, Akeno heard a third voice in the room. That voice seemed farther away than the other two, and from the direction it came from, it was facing Akeno. Immediately heeding her command, Shuri stopped, letting Akeno feel the belated pain of her already open wounds that was overshadowed by the pain of the whipping. But that didn't matter to Akeno, now she herself was focused on that new voice that had introduced itself. That voice that had probably been watching the show from the beginning in absolute silence. That voice that she recognized and hated with all her soul.
–Oba-san, Rizevim-sama is getting impatient. You know perfectly well that he doesn't like to be kept waiting– one more voice was present, belonging to the same direction as the last one, Akeno could also recognize that voice as that of someone on loan to her, whom she hadn't seen in weeks.
–You're right Suzaku. I'm so sorry, Rizevim-sama. Just wait a little longer and my daughter will be ready for you- bowing, Shuri apologized to her master while throwing the whip aside, to which Rizevim made a gesture to tell her to continue, so Shuri got up and faced her daughter. Akeno's breathing was ragged, but she slowly regained his composure as he got used to the cuts on his back.
–Your friends told me that you had inherited my sadistic instinct…– Shuri began to speak to Akeno, to which she heard –…I was really happy when I heard it. Seeing that my daughter had developed so much...it makes me proud...- Shuri's hand slid under Akeno's sagging breasts. –But as you are my daughter...– Shuri lowered her hand to Akeno's crotch –you are also your father's daughter...– at the moment of feeling the contact of her pussy with the delegated fingers of her mother, Akeno he noticed that something was covering his intimacy, like a kind of cloth. –And therefore, you're still a masochistic whore...– Shuri pulled that fabric, revealing Akeno's pussy completely wet, product of her own sexual arousal. –As I imagined… being tortured by your own mother, that turned you on, didn't it?– Shuri began to poke Akeno's vagina with her fingers. Her vaginal walls were so wet that little drops slid down her legs as the intruding fingers dipped between her swollen labia and came out completely covered in the slimy liquid. –You get so wet for being mistreated in this way... I don't know how you have the dignity to call yourself a woman, when you are nothing more than a whore in heat waiting for a man to take her...– the words of Shuri was filled with disdain as her daughter fought the urge to moan as she felt her fingers parting her narrow passageway of flesh. –But it's alright…– her mother approached her ear and whispered sweetly –…I love you just the way you are…– with her free hand, Shuri placed it on Akeno's head and tenderly caressed it. just like i used to do when i was a little girl
Mom...?
For a brief moment, Akeno thought that her mother had come to her senses, seeing her once again acting just as she remembered her.
–...so... let's serve Rizevim-sama... together– even though her tone was the same, her words again took away any kind of hope from Akeno, as if she was trying to reach it, just to be taken right in front of her eyes.
Quickly, Shuri separated from her daughter and walked behind her again. Suddenly, Akeno felt a pressure drawing her entire body to a central point on her back. That pressure was the result of Shuri tightening the rope that kept Akeno suspended in the air. A rope that ran through all the knots in her joints and linked them to a single point on her back. Pulling on that rope, as she was doing right now, would cause Akeno's entire body to contort, with her arms reaching lower and lower and her legs higher, until her body couldn't take it anymore and her joints snapped, or worse still, her spine breaks.
Akeno's flexibility was already at the limit with the awkward position her mother had subjected her to, so the moment the rope began to pull on her, the pain came almost instantly. For every inch Shuri pulled, the pressure of the rope grew stronger, forcing Akeno further into an even more painful position. Soon the pain from her open wounds became insignificant, and instead the rough thickness of the tight ropes cutting off her blood circulation became the biggest problem, to the point of her barely being able to feel anything other than the rope pain. The more they tugged at her, the more she felt her sinews close to her limit and her joints struggle not to slip out of their places. Akeno strained to fight the pressure of the rope, but it was useless. Shuri continued to pull the rope until Akeno's back began to suffer as well. Her spine, being forcibly bent backwards, began to reach its limit, like a wooden stick being bent by a child.
–MMHHHH!– The pain of feeling his spine slowly giving in finally brought out a cry of despair. Not just because of the pain she felt, but because of the anticipation of what he would feel if her spine ever snapped.
–MHHHH!– again, that unknown voice reacted to Akeno's suffering.
–I told you to shut up. Don't you see how she enjoys it?– Shuri's words, addressed to that person, were not without justification. Under Akeno, a small puddle had formed by the quick drops that fell from her crotch. Akeno was suffering, yes, but she was also enjoying it. The suffering of being tortured by her mother, the heat of the whip cuts, the crushing pressure of the ropes on her body, and the despair of feeling her spine break. All of this brought her unspeakable pain, and her masochist constitucion was forcing her to enjoy it, even if she didn't admit it.
–Let me show you…– Suzaku's voice suddenly appeared in front of Akeno as the ball and the strap holding it in place were removed from Akeno's mouth.
–AAHHHH?~!– the moan, clearer than ever, still had pain in it, but it was also undeniable that the pleasure she evoked was much greater.
–Look at her, this is the real me of our daughter, darling– Akeno continued moaning as Shuri increased the pressure of the rope. –The more I pull, the faster the drops fall under her... feel proud, darling, she is like this because she is your daughter– those words were addressed to that person who had not been identified yet.
Akeno wasn't paying attention to what was happening around her. In her mind there was only the image of that wooden stick being slowly bent, causing her more and more pain. She could only guess what kind of suffering she would feel the moment that stick broke, what kind of divine climax she would reach the moment her body finally gave in. That is why she focused on that, on how slowly that stick began to breake, with small splinters of wood protruding from it's figure. Akeno, clenching her teeth in desperation, anticipation, pain and pleasure, felt like that stick was about to give in, like she was about to reach a climax she didn't thought possible. She didn't care if she became a paraplegic, or if she died of shock, she wanted to feel it, she wanted to feel her broken back, and she was going to feel it...
3...
2...
1...
paff*
Suddenly, all pressure on her body vanished, and the freedom she had regained by being freed from the ropes gave her the sensation of floating in a void. She didn't feel anything. There was no pain, no pleasure, nothing. Had she died? It was her first thought of hers, being still blinded by the blindfold on her face, but she quickly felt a pair of powerful arms catch her in midair before she fell to the ground. Rizevim was the one who had caught her. Although he was supporting her with both arms, her position was not exactly that of a princess, as Akeno had fallen face down.
-She is ready now, Rizevim-sama- Shuri spoke as she looked at the indecent mess that was Akeno's crotch.
Shuri's plan from the start was to break Akeno's will, as she aroused her so that she would be ready for her master to take her. Her goal was never to break her daughter's back, but to bring her as close as possible to climax and deny it at the right time, freeing her from the ropes that held her captive, so she would be disoriented and more than available to Rizevim to make her his. And just as Shuri planned, so it happened. Akeno, completely disoriented but with her senses returning to her, could only feel four things: her skin sore from the ropes that had left marks, the unbearable heat from the wounds on her back, the insatiable itching in her pussy, covered by her own fluids, and Rizevim's firm arms that held her in the air, letting both her arms and legs relax, letting gravity drop them, just like the pair of huge masses on her chest.
-Suzaku- calling her name and with a gesture, the naked maid understood her master's order. Taking a vial with a phoenix tear, she poured the drop of its contents onto her cousin's back, instantly healing all of her wounds, as well as the marks from the ropes, although the blood on her back was still there.
Akeno found herself relaxing as she felt her wounds, as much as she enjoyed them, heal, giving her an instinctive sense of satisfaction. But this didn't calm her down much, as that uncontrollable itch still lay between her legs. She was literally about to reach the biggest climax she had ever experienced and it had been taken out of her mouth, it was only natural that she wanted so desperately to satiate that carnal desire of hers.
Rizevim, fully aware of Akeno's condition, removed her blindfold and threw her onto the huge bed in the room. Once her body landed on the silky soft sheets of the springy mattress, Akeno thrust one of her hands' fingers into her vagina while the other rubbed one of her breasts. All this in a desperate attempt to reach the climax that she had been denied, completely in vain. She, whenever she used to please herself, did so not with her fingers, but with a extensive catalog of toys of important dimensions. Therefore, despite her having a virgin pussy, a few simple fingers from her would not be enough to help her reach that long-awaited climax that she felt so close to, but impossible to reach.
Suddenly, her hands were removed from her body and they were imprisoned on the sides of her head by Suzaku, who, with a smile on her face and completely naked, kept Akeno's arms captive with her own. It was then that Akeno, noticing someone else climbing onto the bed, looked down to see Rizevim, who was also completely naked from the start. As he slowly walked towards her with a smile on her face, Akeno stopped to see, in great detail, the demon's muscular body. His stocky, muscular arms, broad pecs, high back, and ripped abs were admirable, but what really caught Akeno's eye was that erect, veiny trunk of meat hanging from between his legs, with its two heavy sacks of semen, ready and eager to unleash their full load inside her womb.
Akeno's expression could only be described as mesmerized. She had seen many penises on the internet of various sizes. In person, she had only seen Issei's penis, which was within acceptable size parameters. But this... this was ridiculous. None of her toys were that long and thick. And she could only imagine how hard would it be at the sight of the swollen veins on the surface of that massive cock. The imminent danger of rape didn't even cross her mind. She was so horny, so thirsty and so disconnected from reality, that in her mind there was only the excitement of experiencing such a thing inside her. When Rizevim was in front of her, she, almost instinctively, spread her legs on her own like an obedient whore. Rizevim, pleased with her obedience, leaned over her, brushing aside Suzaku's hands and grasping Akeno's, lacing their fingers together. Then, with a smooth movement and a mastery that only experience could give, Rzevim placed her member at the entrance of Akeno's pussy, and with a swift movement...
-OGHHHHH?~!- he buried his member deep inside Akeno, opening wide her wet and tight interior until he reached the entrance of her womb, squeezing out a moan so euphoric that it seemed more like one of a pig than that of a person. Akeno's face was contorted into this foul expression, her eyes lost somewhere in her skull and her mouth frozen exaggeratedly at the "oh" of her moan. Her entire body was tense, her back was hunched and her legs were stretched out with her toes wide apart.
It had only taken one thrust for Rizevim to make Akeno climax. But he was far from over...
–We just started…– without giving her a moment to rest, Rizevim pulled his penis out from inside Akeno to ram it again. Over and over, his attacks on the entrance to her womb continued at a slow but steady pace, ending each one with a hard blow that churned Akeno's guts. In her vision, she could only see the powerful body of her captor on top of her, going back and forth. Every time his manhood hit her, the warm walls inside her closed in on themselves, clinging to him like a lover clinging to the embrace of her love.
–Aghhh?~ ohhhh?~ ahhhh?~– Akeno's moans were immediate and her resistance was non-existent. If she were in better condition, she would be able to resist, but the events of the last 10 minutes, plus a strange scent in the air, had been enough to send her brain into a pseudo-conscious state, driven only by her instincts and unable to form coherent thoughts.
–...– Rizevim looked below him and what he saw was Akeno's misaligned face, with her open mouth still stuck on the "oh", with her tongue out to the side dripping saliva and her eyes staring at him, eyes that shone of lust with little hearts growing on them. –You are enjoying it, huh? fallen bitch...– with a smile on his face, he kept looking down at the girl's huge round breasts, jumping up and down with each thrust like a harmonious dance dedicated just for him. Rizevim made sure to savor that sight, as well as the rest of Akeno's seductive body. With her pronounced, slim figure contrasted by her wide hips and her enormous breasts. With her smooth skin and her slender arms giving off a feeling of beauty and helplessness that did nothing but excite Rizevim. The experience of corrupting and marking such a beautiful body belonging to such a pure woman was a sensation he would never get tired of. Having this fragile body at his mercy and molding it both physically and psychologically to his pleasure with his cock was, without a doubt, the greatest pleasure in this world.
Paf... Paf... Paf...*
The attacks continued in unison with the slaps produced by the clash of their skins. The long and thick of Rizevim's hard penis continued to mold Akeno's insides to his likeness with each stern thrust, slipping easily thanks to the fluids of her tight vaginal walls, while his heavy sacks filled with his seed, eager to plant it in her womb, hited Akeno's butt with the inertia. His desire to mark her as his was noticeable by Akeno, who, completely immersed in lust, anxiously awaited that thick milk that would invade her uterus.
Therefore, when Rizevim stopped, she was puzzled and somewhat disappointed. But it didn't last long, feeling Rizevim's thick lips pressing against hers, sticking his tongue inside her mouth and terrifying her own. His actions, his movements and his intentions were all driven by a male's carnal desire to want to dominate and mark his female. Such a wild and primitive attitude did nothing but excite Akeno, who wanted more and more to be devoured by Rizevim's lust and become her whore.
Bites, sucks and licks were what dominated the indecent dance of tongues that both shared, rolling each other and letting out obscene sounds, produced both by their vocal cords and by the saliva that slipped between their tongues and lips. The kiss between the two was so intense that Akeno did not notice how Rizevim's legs, still under hers, began to separate from her, leaning on his knees to lift her hips while she left her own legs loose in the air. By the time Akeno realized the new position Rizevim was in, it was already too late.
Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf*
–Mhh?! mhh?! mhh?! mhh?! mhh?! mhh?~!– The repeated and frantic thrusts towards her womb brought out repeated and brief moans from Akeno that interrupted each other, at the same time that they were silenced by Rizevim's lips while he stared as her eyes deviated towards her skull, product of the pleasure and pain of feeling her vaginal walls being separated and rubbed so frantically against the meat log that it came in and out of her with the same force and depth as before, but with a much greater speed. Instinctively, Akeno's torso twisted as she tried to process the pleasure her body felt as her legs wrapped around Rizevim's hips, not wanting him to go, wanting him to release every last drop of that thick liquid inside her.
For several seconds, the constant clapping sounds between their skins, plus Akeno's frantic moans and the wet sounds of their fluids rubbing against the juncture of their genitals, were a countdown to an explosion. The more they advanced, the faster they became, and the closer the explosion, the climax, approached. The anticipation of the final moment could be felt in the air, not only by the two involved, but also by the other spectators. Suzaku, who was secluded on one side of the huge bed, masturbated while watching her cousin being fornicated so wildly, wishing that her master would do the same to her again. Shuri, for her part, kept Barakiel in his place, prisoner of his straitjacket and the bandage on his mouth. His wife pulled his hair so that he would stare as their daughter was desecrated and raped like an animal. Eventually, the anticipation peaked, and Rizevim couldn't take it anymore, rushing inside and alongside Akeno in one last rush.
-AGHHHH?~...! ohhh?~– Akeno's strange sounds upon reaching the climax, again seemed more like those of an animal than a person. The sensation of Rizevim's penis shooting out jets of that hot semen, filling her womb, seemed to have fried her brain. Rizevim, for his part, did not separate from Akeno, keeping their union firm and letting his member release every last drop of its thick liquid, to the point of overflowing Akeno's womb and finding its way out of her pussy, allowing to see white drops sliding down the girl's buttocks until finally falling on the silky and soaked sheets.
Without giving her even a moment to rest, Rizevim released his grip on Akeno before attacking her breasts with his hands and mouth. The softness, elasticity and size of the masses on her chest allowed him to sink his hands into them by deforming them with his massages and his firm grip on them, while pinching her nipples and using his mouth to lick, kiss and suck them euphorically, letting out grunts and wet sounds, product of saliva leaving his mouth, soaking Akeno's huge breasts.
–Ahhh?~ ohhh?~ oghhhh?~– with her hands now free, Akeno gently hugged Rizevim's head, keeping it glued to her. It wasn't just the physical stimulation that brought her pleasure, but the feel of her tits being used and abused as if they belonged to him only helped to reinforce Akeno's view of him as an alpha male. Doing what, how and when he wanted with her and her body, without permission or consequence, because she was nothing more than his breeder.
–Do you understand now?– Barakiel, who had a wound on his eye, product of Shuri's whip, had been imprisoned from the beginning by a straitjacket, a bandage on his mouth and a magic circle that reduced his strength to that of a simple human. From the beginning until now, Barakiel had lived a nightmare in his own flesh, being completely powerless to see how his precious and only daughter was tortured by her resurrected mother and was raped by that bastard demon. –This is the true nature of our daughter– the voice that spoke to him was that of Shuri, his wife, who had him by the hair so that he could see that grotesque scene of Rizevim's penis inside Akeno's pussy, keeping it wide open as semen dripped from it and Akeno's moans were heard in the background, with Rizevim devouring her breasts.
Shuri, his beloved wife. She was the sweetest and kindest person Barakiel had ever met. Even being a fallen angel, she was the one who saved him from certain death and gave him lodging when he needed it. The love that blossomed between them was pure, and Akeno's existence was proof of that. But when she died and her daughter was almost killed, Barakiel and Akeno parted ways, the first because he didn't want her daughter to suffer the same fate as her mother, and the second because she blamed him for her mother's death. For years both were emotionally scarred by Shuri's absence, until a few months ago when they finally spoke again. They were not yet reconciled, but with time and effort, the relationship between father and daughter could be mended again.
All of that went out the window the moment Shuri showed up. Her appearance, her voice, her personality, everything was just as Akeno and Barakiel remembered, from her sweetness as a mother, to her mischievousness as a sadist in bed, she was without a doubt the same person that both of them had lost so long ago, and thereby made this whole situation even worse. Now her loyalty, body and soul were at the service of Rizevim, and the fact that her personality was almost intact made it even worse because it meant that no mind control or brainwashing took place, Shuri obeyed Rizevim's orders like a dutiful slave from her own free will. Just as Rizevim had broken many other girls before, he had broken Shuri the same way he was breaking Akeno, and all Barakiel could do was watch.
–You should feel happy...– Shuri continued speaking, while Barakiel looked at her out of the corner of his eye, wishing that this was nothing more than a nightmare. –Our daughter finally met a man to love and obey. Just listen to her...
–Ohh?~ ohh?~ Rize... Rizevim... sama?~– Akeno's moans continued while Rizevim kept playing with her breasts, while his mouth alternated between devouring Akeno's tits and devouring her mouth and tongue while she press her body against his, wanting to feel every inch of that muscular and powerful male body.
-You see? The baby eventually grew up and left the nest. She doesn't need you anymore… and neither do I, darling– Shuri let go of Barakiel who could barely process what was happening, his expression frozen in a mixture of sadness, surprise and despair. –I enjoyed our time together, darling, but a woman needs more than just an obedient and masochistic dog...– from one moment to another, Rizevim separated from Akeno, standing on his knees and leaving a disillusioned Akeno behind, no longer feeling her touch or Rizevim's penis on her. But seeing how he was still completely erect, she, without waiting for any order, twisted to reach the trunk of her master and start cleaning it of the remains of semen that covered it with her mouth.
–Gwhh?~ mghh?~ guhh?~...– what started as licking the length of Rizevim's cock, quickly turned into Akeno engulfing it in her mouth, running her tongue from side to side as she plunged it down her throat. , letting out choked and obscene sounds from his mouth.
–What a woman needs is a man who dominates her and puts her in her place like the whore she is– Shuri continued talking with Barakiel while they both watched as their daughter gobbled up such a log of meat with enthusiasm, leaving a mark on her cheek. neck that went in and out constantly. –Akeno already knew that subconsciously, that's why it was so easy for her to accept it… I guess I should thank you for that. Thanks to the existence of our daughter, I was also able to meet this wonderful man~- those last words were said while the firm and authoritative tone of her voice was distorted to a completely misaligned and lustful one.
After a few minutes, Akeno finally released Rizevim's penis, which was now free of semen but covered with the girl's saliva, revealing threads of that fluid linking Rizevim's monstruos cock with Akeno's beautiful lips. She, having cleaned Rizevim's penis, opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to show him the semen that had previously been on his member, now filling her mouth, only to then close it again and swallow it whole, before smacking her lips as if she had savored a delicious food.
–Turn around and show me your butt– the mandatory words that Rizevim had said reached Akeno's ears as orders to carry out. Quickly, she turned around, supporting herself on her knees and hands, remaining on all fours as she turned her back on Rizevim. Once in that position, Akeno raised her huge, round butt, showing off her fleshy, smooth buttocks with the Rizevim's property mark in the right one, as well as the plug that Shuri had inserted into her anus, and her vaginal lips, which were dripping with a combination of fluids belonging to Akeno's sexual arousal, her cum and Rizevim's cum.
Akeno peeked back with a small mischievous smile drawn on her face and a slight blush. Her body tingled with anticipation at being penetrated in such a humiliating position. Rizevim stared at the butt in front of her for a few seconds, its large size and round shape were perfect, and when he touched it, he felt that soft, creamy feel of her breasts, but much firmer. Without the slightest care, Rizevim ripped the plug buried in Akeno's anus out of her place, eliciting an unsuspecting moan from her. Then, he firmly took both buttocks from her buttocks, spread them apart and, in one kick, inserted his member into Akeno's anus.
–AAGHHH?~!– the pain of having her anal cavity opened wide and torn from within her caused Akeno to grit her teeth as she moaned in pain. As expected, Akeno's anus was much tighter than her pussy, especially for Rizevim's member, who felt as if Akeno's body was rejecting the intruder who had invaded that sacred part. That thought only made him more excited, believing that Akeno's body subconsciously rejected him, he would happily continue to rape it until it fully submitted. Firmly but not too roughly, Rizevim stepped back to thrust into Akeno's anus again and again, working his way inside her, forcing her anal cavity open and creating a space for his cock to freely pass through. With each firm thrust of his pelvis, Akeno's butt shook like jelly, as her entire body struggled to maintain it's position against Rizevim's force.
–Ahhh?~! Rizevim-sama?~! You're breaking my ass?~!– Akeno's huge heavy boobs hung from her chest, swaying along with the rest of her body with each thrust toward her anus. Her legs and arms made a superhuman effort to stay firm and not lose strength when she felt Rizevim's power digging into her like a drill. Her back was frozen in an arc, trying to withstand the pain and pleasure that washed over her. Her feet and hands twisted around her fingers, clinging to the comfortable sheet as they fought not to give way. Akeno's entire body was in a state of crisis, as her nerves screamed the immense pain she was feeling, while her brain interpreted that as pleasure. That combination of such strong sensations caused an adrenaline rush beneath her skin, tensing Akeno's body while making it incredibly fragile and sensitive.
Pof Pof Pof*
The slow but steady applause from the room was a product of Rizevim's firm and dominant hip attack, crashing into Akeno's frail butt, who looked completely misaligned and subdued. Tempted by the sight in front of him, Rizevim couldn't stop himself from slapping Akeno's butt hard enough to turn it red.
PLAZ !*
–GGOHHH?~!– run through her body like lightning, the pain of that slap squeezed a meow of pain from Akeno, as well as momentarily snatched the strength from her limbs, falling to the sheets while her butt was still suspended by Rizevim's strong grip. Not able to get up, Akeno rested her head on the sheets with a lost gaze, lying on the fine line of unconsciousness as her body continued to tremble from Rizevim's constant attacks.
–Who told you that you could rest?– Shuri, taking her daughter by the head, introduced a dildo a little smaller than her master's penis into her mouth, forcing Akeno to regain consciousness. The dildo that she had in her mouth belonged to the pile of toys that Shuri had brought. This was part of a harness that she herself had put on over her dominatrix outfit so she could join Rizevim in this little game.
Noticing that her mother was holding her head firmly as she lifted her up, Akeno once again struggled to support herself on her arms and legs as her ass continued to be assaulted and her mouth was choked by a piece of silicone.
-Well done, daughter- Shuri looked down arrogantly, keeping constant contact with Akeno's eyes that returned a submissive look. -This one may not be as big as our master's, but it is much bigger than most men's...- with her hands holding Akeno's head tightly, Shuri began to ram into her throat repeatedly. She felt no physical pleasure from doing that, after all, the dildo wasn't part of her body, but seeing Akeno's face desperately gasping for breath as her desperate eyes stared somewhere in her skull, brought her matchless sadistic satisfaction.
–GHHH?~ GUHHH?~ GMUHHH?~– being abused by Rizevim, who was holding her butt as if it belonged to him while slapping it and penetrating her anus, tearing it apart, and by Shuri, who was holding her head, pressing it against her artificial penis, forcing her devouring it down to her throat with each thrust, the only control Akeno had over her body was the obscene and savage sounds that came from her mouth. There may not be any ropes holding her down anymore, but her position felt as claustrophobic as when she was being punished by her mother...
And the masochistic Akeno was enjoying every second of it.
The one who was not enjoying it was Barakiel, one of the two spectators of that scene. In front of him was his daughter, on all fours, being raped from behind by the man who took her wife from him, while in front of her, she was sodomized by her own mother. And worst of all: she didn't resist at all. Her movements, her expressions, her voice, everything about her was reminiscent of the attitude of an obedient dog. His daughter, his little baby girl who meant so much to him, the only memory she had left of those happy days with his wife, had become this parody of herself, utterly broken and overpowered by her lust. Barakiel bowed to the ground in a fetal position and closed his eyes tightly as tears welled up in his eyes. He could no longer witness the scene in front of him, but no matter how much he closed his eyes, the sounds of clashing skins and the broken voice of his daughter kept invading his ears. He wanted this to stop. He wanted to be able to open his eyes and be back in his old home with his loving Shuri and his little Akeno. He just wanted to go back to those happy days. He just wanted to see his family happily together again...
–GGAAHHHH?~!– Shuri released Akeno's mouth in almost perfect synchronization with Rizevim's climax, who shot his thick streams of semen directly inside Akeno, squeezing out a delicious and pleasurable howl of pleasure as she felt that hot lava liquid staying deep in her anus, causing her to climax herself and shoot her own squirt from her pussy onto the bed sheets. Once Rizevim was done, he pulled his member out of her Akeno's anus, freeing her and letting her fall limply onto the damp sheets of the bed.
Akeno's body was contorted in an awkward position, but she couldn't afford to accommodate. Her body, completely exhausted, barely had the strength to lift one finger at a time as she trembled and spasmed slightly. Her skin was completely drenched in sweat from the constant physical activity that being in bed with Rizevim entailed. Her hair was completely ruined by the moisture from her body fluids and the constant mistreatment she had been subjected to. Threads of saliva fell from her lips, generating tiny stains on the sheets. Her cunt was even more sodden and swollen than before, leaking a mix of fluids, belonging to both her and Rizevim. Her anus seemed to have expanded, since now it looked like a well in the middle of her buttocks from which semen and blood came out.
–My ass... Rizevim-sama broke my ass... It hurts so much... I love it...~ I want more~– the whispers that came out of Akeno's mouth, despite being silent, were audible to the others present, even for Barakiel. Akeno was truly someone special, the one who is able to form coherent thoughts and even still wants to continue after more than half an hour of such intense sex both physically and psychologically was to be admired. She was without a doubt a perfect woman to keep up with Rizevim, who was still erect and with more than enough semen to go on. So he sat on the edge of the bed with his erect trunk protruding from between his legs before giving his next command.
–Shuri, bring me your daughter– heeding the order, Shuri carried Akeno like a giant doll, not being able to get up herself. After that, she brought her next to Rizevim and sat her on his lap with her back to him, making sure that her master's penis would enter her cunt. Regaining consciousness around her, Akeno turned to see Rizevim's face and pulled her tongue out of her mouth. Understanding her intentions, he humored her and caught her tongue in his mouth as he pressed his lips against her in a lustful kiss. Grunts came out of their mouths and movement was noticeable in their cheeks that contained the obscene dance of tongues that they both shared. As the kiss continued, Rizevim brought his hands to Akeno's clit and one of her breasts as he began to move his hips against her. His thick, strong fingers played with her clit, rubbing and squeezing it for her enjoyment. His other hand, on the other hand, was massaging one of her breasts gently but firmly, occasionally pinching her nipple. Akeno, meanwhile, brought her arms up over both of them, resting her hands on the back of Rizevim's neck in an odd way of keeping their faces close.
The situation between the two seemed much calmer and gentler than it had been from the beginning. If one saw them without context, they could easily mistake them for a pair of amorous lovers. It was a comforting sight for Shuri, who, like a mother proud to see her daughter with a suitable boyfriend, was very happy to see the relationship between Akeno and Rizevim.
–Isn't it beautiful, darling?– Our daughter has finally grown up!– Shuri turned to see Barakiel, who was still in the same fetal position. A little irritated by his attitude, Shuri walked over to him and grabbed him by the hair, forcing him to raise his head, revealing his teary red eyes and forcing him to look at what he had in front of him. What he saw was her daughter sitting on Rizevim, with his penis moving inside her like a snake, with her breasts and genitals being used as toys, and with her mouth being defiled by a kiss so lustful and devoid of love. He didn't see a happy couple, he saw her daughter being used like a doll, completely corrupted by the influence of that man who had broken his family.
Rizevim casually glanced sideways at Barakiel, who was glaring back at him, causing a smirk to appear on his face. Quickly, Rizevim let go of Akeno's body and instead used his hands to hold her by her wide thighs as he lifted himself up and moved his hips to go deeper into her, eliciting a moan from her and causing their mouths to part. Step by step, Rizevim approached Barakiel carrying his daughter in his arms while his cock was still inside her pussy, and once he was inches from him, he continued to move his hips, pulling back and pushing into Akeno's womb as she sighed and moaned with pleasure.
–Do you like the view, Barakiel?– Rizevim's penis sliding in and out of Akeno's pussy was hardly Barakiel's feelings. With his head held by Shuri, his face was stained by the splashes of the different fluids, the genitals of his daughter and the demon making friction with each other with each thrust. –You have no idea how good it feels. Your daughter's pussy is so tight, it's amazing! It's like she's holding on to me and trying to squeeze me out!– detailed descriptions of what it feels like to fornicate his daughter is not something a parent wants to hear. –She is truly a masochist...just like her father from what I see– that last sentence was said by him as he shifted his gaze to Barakiel's crotch, noticing a small and frustrating erection. -She will be a good whore, all thanks to her masochistic father...
–Rizevim-sama, stop talking to that man~?￢ﾀﾓ Akeno was the one speaking now, bringing her face closer to Rizevim's in search of resuming the kiss from before.
–That man is your father, did you forget?– Rizevim brought his face closer to Akeno but he didn't kiss her, resulting in her desperately licking his cheek in a plea.
-Who cares? He was the culprit of his wife death and his daughter homelessness. He failed as a husband, as a father, and now as a man, being completely surpassed by your manhood~ ?￢ﾀﾓ a pang pierced Barakiel's heart. Something inside him had snapped the moment Akeno said those words. Although the two had not had the best relationship, she had never said something like that with such contempt and disinterest in her voice. She truly didn't care about her father anymore.
–Is that true…?– Rizevim stopped his thrusts for a moment, catching Akeno's attention. -Then prove it, if you want to cum and be my slave forever, kill him- Rizevim's sentence caught not only Barakiel off guard, but also Akeno and Shuri. –Unless you don't want to do it, in that case I will be merciful and let both you and your parents go free– the three had stunned faces, completely surprised by the possibility that Rizevim was offering them. The opportunity to go away unpunished as a family and to be able to repair the ties that had been broken and to be happy together again. That was something that could not be overlooked, and the doubt in Akeno's eyes gave Barakiel hope that he could recover what he had lost. -What will you do, Akeno? Would you deny me and have a happy life with your parents? Or will you kill your father, and condemn you and your mother to be my whores for the rest of eternity? – the tension was in the air as there was no immediate response from Akeno. Right now, the fate of her family depended on her, and it was her decision that would decide it.
-How...? How could...?– Akeno's expression was conflicted. Pain, rage, hatred, frustration, all those emotions condensed in her brow so painfully furrowed. Barakiel, with hope lighting his eyes, believed that those emotions were directed towards Rizevim. Excited, he tried to get closer to his daughter, but he was stopped by a powerful lightning that came from her fingers. An attack so powerful that in a matter of seconds it completely fried him, leaving a charred black body in its place. –HOW COULD I REFUSE TO SUCH A WONDERFUL OFFER~?!- Akeno's expression returned to her usual lust, but now her voice was charged with an emotion and ecstasy that she hadn't had before. -Oka-san and me? Your whores for all eternity? NOTHING WOULD MAKE US HAPPIER~?! – Akeno launched herself into Rizevim's lips again, being received with the same enthusiasm as the thrusts towards her uterus resumed, this time with more force and speed.
Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf Paf*
Rizevim's excitement at emerging victorious again was noticeable in the ruthless rhythm of his thrusts, which was noted by the constant applause of the wet skins of both colliding.
–I knew you would make the right decision. You are my daughter after all~– Shuri, as happy as her daughter, approached her and began to massage and lick her breasts as a reward for making the right decision.
–Mhhh...~? Oka-san...~? Rizevim-sama...~? I'm so happy...~?￢ﾀﾓ Between small moments of respite in Akeno and Rizevim's kiss, she couldn't help but express her immense happiness and pleasure in being in such a wonderful situation. Her being fornicated by her beloved Rizevim-sama while her beloved mother rubbed her breasts proudly. This was truly paradise.
That bliss climaxed when Rizevim finally released his seed once more right into Akeno's womb, filling it with his warm, thick white liquid until it shot out of her cunt from the pressure and overflow, landing on top of the burned corpse of Barakiel. Akeno couldn't contain her ecstasy either, screaming and moaning like a sow as she shot her own spurt of cum all over her now deceased father completely accidentally. After both finished their shared climax, Shuri took the semi-conscious Akeno from Rizevim's arms and placed her on the ground to rest briefly seeing that she was once again on the verge of fainting.
–I see that my daughter is beginning to reach her limit, she is no longer able to stand up after finishing– Shuri looked at her daughter proud of her, but still aware that she had a lot to learn from her mother –In that case…– Shuri easily undid the harness with the dildo, then opened her leather panties to her with it's zip, parted her legs in a triangle, and leaned over to show Rizevim her plump round butt, just like her daughter had done it –...I'll make sure to entertain you until she's ready again~– with the perfect view of Shuri's mature ass, Rizevim placed his hands on her and then inserted his fingers into her pussy and extracted a sizable dildo from there, resulting in a moan from the woman's mature voice. –As you ordered, I had it in there since I put on the suit~ – Rizevim held the dildo soaked in vaginal fluids with his fingers before throwing it on the ground.
–Good girl, you deserve an award– Rizevim took his member covered in remnants of his recent climax and inserted it into Shuri's warm vaginal cavity, who sighed as if she stepped into a hot spring after a long workday. That pussy, much more experienced than Akeno's and having already been thoroughly trained by Rizevim, was a unique experience. He had fun corrupting inexperienced women and immersing them in a world of depravity, but older and experienced women were also incredibly enjoyable with all those skills capable of making any man fall at their feet.
The control Shuri had over her own insides was admirable. By her own volition she was able to use her inner walls to massage and crush Rizevim's penis like hands masturbating him. Such an unusual and incredible ability, worthy of Akeno's indecent mother, but Rizevim was not far behind. Struggling against Shuri's pussy, he grabbed her hips and began thrusting her against her from bottom to top, going deeper. The firmness and hardness of his thrusts prevailed over her warm and moist vaginal cavity until it reached her womb and gave her a small kiss with each thrust. Shuri's moans were much more civilized than Akeno's, being short and quick, and much more controlled in volume, they perfectly followed the rhythm of Rizevim's pelvis colliding with her round ass. However, she did not therefore feel less pleasure than her daughter. Her face was proof of this, prey to a blush and a pleasant smile, while she supported her hands on the wall in front of her, in an attempt not to give in to Rizevim's strong attacks.
–Ah?~ ah?~ this penis... uff?~ is the one that turned... ah?~ my niece... my daughter... and me into it's whores... ah?~ uff? ~– Shuri applied more force to her butt, tightening her pussy and firming her hips so that Rizevim could apply more force. -How could we give him up~?- Shuri looked back to see his master, and he, tempted by her look submerged in lust, couldn't help but get violent, increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts until Shuri couldn't maintain her composure. –Ahh?~! ahh?~! ooh?~! ufff?~! Rizevim-sama? ~!- Shuri's voice filled the room, no longer able to contain her ecstasy, she let everything out in her exclamations towards her master who kept ramming her womb as if she wanted impregnate her
–Your daughter was a success, wouldn't you want to make more perfect slaves for me?– Rizevim leaned down and took Shuri by her wrists then pulled them, curving her back as he continued to penetrate her.
–Yes?~! I will give birth to all the whores you wish with my fertile womb?~! Please fill me with your seed?~! Let's have many daughters to obey you forever?~!– Shuri's tongue had already escaped from her mouth along with her words wrapped in exclamations of pleasure.
–Then... receive your reward!– with one last thrust, Rizevim pressed his pelvis against Shuri's butt, shooting his spurts of semen into her uterus and squeezing a delicious and obscene expression out of Shuri, who had climaxed at the time in which the hot liquid of her master completely filled her womb.
–Ahh... ahh... ahh...– erotic sighs of exhaustion and pleasure left Shuri's mouth, while she was focused on the delicious sensation of Rizevim's semen finding its way between her vaginal walls until it's departure. Once he had finished letting go of his burden, Rizevim turned away from Shuri, only to see the beautiful scene in front of him. Shuri was bent over with her legs spread, leaning her hands against the wall and showing off her round fat bare bottom. Her feet were stretched out, a product of the pleasure that still ran through her body. But the best part was her pussy, a fluid mess. A thick thread of semen escaped from between her vaginal lips and fell like a waterfall on Barakiel's corpse, as did the small stream of Shuri's own cum.
Slowly, the woman began to regain her composure, rising from her starting position and bringing her legs back together, still feeling the flow of semen trickling down between her legs. Slowly, Shuri turned around and approached Rizevim again before wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his. The kiss they shared bordered on savagery, each wanting to devour the other's mouth with uncontrollable lust, as their tongues coiled and fought each other, occasionally being caught in the other's teeth.
–Rizevim-sama... Master... Darling...– Barakiel's corpse was still smoking from the discharge that his daughter had given him. Rizevim's hands strayed like magnets to Shuri's buttocks, playing with them as if they were his property… No, he was his property. Her body, her heart, and her life belonged to him, and he could do what he wanted with her.
–Rizevim-sama...– a pleading voice captured the attention of both "lovers" being Suzaku who begged for his master's attention. –I've been a good girl... I've put up with it all this time... please...– Rizevim for a moment had forgotten about Akeno's cousin, who all this time had done nothing but watch him fuck like an animal while she frustratingly masturbated.
These 3 women were all that was left of the Himejima clan, the 3 reduced to slaves for his enjoyment, having his mark of ownership permanently drawn and glowing on their bodies. That would be the final legacy of this clan, as well as that of many others: mere servants before the might of Rizevim Livan Lucifer.
The Harem King.