Replies,

Jack: huh, had forgotten about the sub jutsu, but fear not, for DOOM...err Yami won't be killed that easy...

Madfrog: Not genjutsu, this time at least. As for Raynare...that would be the case normally, yes.

"Heh."

The sound of his chortle echoed through the terrace alongside the hum of the blades digging into and through his body.

"Freed!"

As the semen receptacle cried out, he raised his head with blood dripping down his lips and met the exorcist's eyes, while the tomoe in his own eyes spun and spun, shifting.

Evolving.

And with an exertion of will, focus, and madness, his mangekyo yielded to his will. Chakra disappeared from his coils as a sacrifice and his nerves burned as what felt like liquid fire coursed through his veins as the activation of the desired technique took its toll.

"Fini…sh…him—" Raynare's voice seemed to slow down alongside the surprised widening of the exorcist's red eyes and then, in less than a second, they were no longer in the streets of Kuoh and his body no longer hurt.

"W-what's this?" the priest asked in surprise, staring at their surroundings in wonder and no small amount of fear. Freed took a step back in, causing ripples to spread out from below his feet from the liquid like substance, distorting the view reflecting the twilight sky above full of orange clouds.

Yami spread his arms, a smile on his lips. "Welcome, to my world."

"Your world? What?" Freed asked, hefting his arms up, the blades in his hands buzzing. "The hell you on about?"

"None of that," Yami said, making a dismissive gesture and the blades vanished from the exorcist's hands.

"What?!"

"In here, Freed Sellzen. I…am God."

"I don't know what you're on about, but I can't abide such heresy, heretic-chan!" Freed growled, eyes narrowing and charged towards him. "So what if you've taken my blades? I don't need them to kill you—argh!"

The priest gagged, eyes bulging as Yami leisurely retracted his fist. The fist that'd moved with supernatural speed. Speed much higher than what he'd previously displayed, and as the priest in front of him bend over, gagging, Yami raised his right arm, and flicked his finger.

"Aaah!" and Freed flew backwards through the air, and as Yami pointed, black wooden beams slipped into existence, forming a cross upon which the exorcist was bound, legs straight, arms spread to the sides.

"My dear toy, you misunderstand," Yami said, shaking his head with a grin and taking small steps towards the hovering cross as the sky above them continued to shift colors. "Your understanding. Your acquiescence. Your wants and desires?" Yami came to a stop but a few meters from the cross and smirked upwards, crossing his arms. "They are not needed. For as I said, in here? I am God. And for the next 72 hours? You, my dear toy, are my bitch."

"You fuckin heathen! Once I get down from here I'll gut you like a fish and—mmf!"

"Tut, tut." Yami waved a finger as a gag appeared and attached itself to the unwilling priest's mouth. "None of that, thank you." As the man struggled in vein above him, Yami raised his right arm, and cupped his chin, eyes narrowing as he pondered. "Now, what to do with you exactly? I could torture you, yes. But that sounds so boring…" as he continued to stare at the white-haired, red-eyed man inspiration struck.

Yami's eyes widened, as did his grin.

"Oh. I know. This is a grand opportunity to try and push the Tsukyomi to it's limits…and find out what said limits are in the first place." Yami uncrossed his arms, raised his left hand and snapped his fingers. "And given that you are my bitch for the next 72 hours…"

Above them, the sky shifted through a dizzying array of colors and Freed, even gagged let out a panicked scream, his voice coming muffled through the gag…or rather, her voice. For in front of Yami's eyes, the man changed into a white-haired, curvaceous, big tittied beauty. One quite naked, if still bound to the cross.

The cross that lowered, its lower half separating in two and spreading the legs of the girl some, Freed's current pose resembling the vitruvian man somewhat.

"Huh. It worked," Yami mused with a blink, even as Freed glared at him, muffling curses behind her gag. "Hmm…" he rubbed his chin eyes narrowing in thought. "Let's see what we're working with…" he looked deep into the girl's eyes for a few moments, examining the contents of her mind before stopping with a blink. "Goddamn! You are one twisted puppy, aren't you? Even if I was inclined to feel bad, which mind you, I'm not. With what goes through that head of yours…Sheesh! And people will no doubt try to call me villain and lump me in with the likes of you? Sheesh!"

Yami shook his head and with a smile grasped the girl's pale, juicy thighs, feeling the smooth, supple skin break into goosebumps. The girl's breath hitch even as she glared at him.

"Hot damn! I do awesome work, if I say so, myself and I do say so!" Yami said, his right arm's fingers tracing a line on the girl's left thigh until they completed their journey, and they reached the dripping opening covered by a trimmed patch of white, and Yami, meeting the girl's eyes with a grin. Slipped his fingers inside the virginal cunt. Feeling the wet, pulsating folds quiver in surprise at the unexpected intrusion, clamping down around him in a vein attempt to push the invading digits out and the girl gasped. "Mmh! Nice reaction. You are ready, I think."

Drawing his fingers out of the burning folds, and with but a thought, his clothes disappeared, leaving him in the nude and with a raging erection raring to go, which he promptly aligned with the girl's dripping mound.

"Now, for the main dish."

"Mmh!" Freed's eyes widened and the girl desperately tried to close her, still very much bound, legs.

"And here comes the rocket!" he said and, with one hand grasping the girl's full ass, the other groping her left full breast, Yami sheathed himself inside the virginal beauty, making her scream behind her gag, her body convulse as she tried in vain to free herself, her wet hot folds contracting around his pecker like mad and he left something hot trickle down his pecker and down his thigh.

Making him grunt. "Hot damn! The way you're squeezing…you want a load that badly, huh? Well, I'll do my best to oblige, then!" Yami grunted and started pistoning in and out of the girl, putting his hips to work as he smacked in and out of her and wet slaps filled the empty sky around them, his right hand continued to grope and play with the supple tit, rolling the girl's erect nipples between his fingers and, feeling quite hungry, Yami lowered his head, taking the girl's right nipple in his mouth, sucking like mad, and, this being his world, his efforts were quickly rewarded as a flood of slightly too sweet milk filled his mouth.

"Mmh!"

Above him, Freed continued to moan and shiver. Still struggling, a fact that, coupled with her mad convulsions around his pecker and the soft feeling of her supple ass. Made his cock twitch, his balls contract and he buried himself to the hilt. Still suckling on her tit as he started to unload pint after pint of baby butter into the girl's cunt.

After a few moments, sated, Yami unlatched his lips from the girl's tit, his hands leaving her breast and arse and he freed his pecker from its moist prison, causing a deluge of white stuff to drip down from the stuffed cunt.

"Ahh…That hit the spot," Yami, covered in a sheen of sweat, not unlike Freed, said. Placing his hands on his hips and looking at the results of his handiwork with a proud smile. "As Kratos said, there's truly no straighter work a man can do, than to go to town on the bussy. Topping a bitch and helping said bitch learn its place. But I ain't gay. So…This could work, and I think…I think I'm going to keep you, and I really need to pilfer that gun off of Azazel," he mused, and the still gagged woman met his eyes with a furious, tear stricken gaze.

"Mmh, yes. I like that look," Yami said, nodding. "Such fanaticism…coupled with your appearance…Why yes, yes, you'll do! I very much want such fanaticism in my service. Rejoice, slut! From now on, your name shall be Sally Whitemane!"

The world around them froze, glitched, and renewed. Once again, Freed, now Sally, appeared in the middle of the world. Still naked, still female, and still very much bound on the cross as Yami wished it.

"Fear not. We still have 71 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds to go through! Hehehe…"

Sally's eyes widened in horror and she struggled anew as Yami, rubbing his hands approached her…

"Finish him!" Raynare shouted, a desperate panic filling her, one she knew not the origins off. And then, her worst fears seemed to be confirmed, for as her lord raised his head. Both he and Freed seemed to freeze for less than a second.

And then…

"Aah~!"

The sabers piercing her lord's back shut off, causing Yami to stagger and Freed to let out a very girlish scream. Making her startle with surprise and stare as the exorcist's eyes seemed to start rolling into the back of his skull, but for her dying lord's hands shooting forth, grabbing the exorcist's shoulder and head, forcing the white-haired man to meet Yami's eyes again and they froze once more for less than a second yet again, and then it happened a third time.

"Gkh!" but then, her lord's grip slackened and there was no fourth, and Freed, eyes rolled back, a stupid expression on his face fell backwards and Yami… Yami sunk to his knees, trembling.

The hell was that all about?

Admittedly, Raynare was quite curious about what the hell just happened, but, in the grand scheme of things it mattered little. For the useless degenerate had accomplished the job she'd assigned him by the looks of it.

Strutting with an arrogant smirk in place, the sound of her stiletto heels clacking against the stone and rolling the unconscious priest away, she crossed her arms and gazed at her dying kneeling lord.

Caring little for the fact that the man's eyes leaked tears of blood, coating the sides of his face and by the looks of things, the veins in and around his eyes had burst.

"How does it feel, my lord?" she asked with a purr. "To know that you've failed? That you are going to die?"

Yami let out a pained wheeze as he struggled to raise his head and meet her eyes, the man tried to work his mouth but nothing than yet another pathetic wheeze made its way past his lips.

And Raynare shivered in delight…and much to her shame, horror. For without her lord she…

I'll be free! Free!

And yet, why did said fact terrify her so?

Yami, sweat dripping down his face, body trembling, tried to speak yet again, but then, strength left his body at last, and he toppled forward.

Yes! Yeeeees—

'Poof'

"Eh?"

The Yami in front of her vanished into a puff of dark smoke, leaving her standing there. Blinking in stupefaction.

"What the—"

"Bravo!" she tensed, for accompanying the familiar voice was the sound of clapping.

Whirling about, Raynare felt horror suffuse every corner of her being, for stepping into the terrace, following the path she and Yami had followed, was none other than…

"M-my lord?" she asked with a terrified whimper.

And Yami, still clapping, offered a tiny nod.

"Who else, semen receptacle? And I have to say, well done. Who'd have though that you would prove to be of so much use?"

"W-w-what?"

The man stepped closer and she once again found her body betraying her, not heeding her commands.

Stupid! In her panic, she'd met his eyes once more.

"I was curious to see what you'd do, but this…Amusing. And also, besides some valuable cqc experience you've even offered me a new slut to add to my harem. So, I guess, thanks are in order, semen receptacle," Yami said, coming to stop in front of her, gazing at her with a grin.

"You…You knew?" she asked with a tremble in her voice.

Sona rubbed her temple, and with a sigh, met her friend's eyes.

"And you're certain of this?"

Rias shrugged.

"Not really, no. But given what we've observed so far and Koneko's own expertise…It fits."

Sona groaned and pushed against her desk, leaning against her chair's back, the cool night air entering through the window helping distract her for a moment.

"Blast," she said at last. "Then that complicates matters."

"That's an understatement," Rias said with a snort from the seat across Sona, the redhead re-crossing her shapely thighs as she did.

"What's worse is that despite my peerage's efforts, we've failed to locate the assassin, or assassins that targeted Issei-kun," Sona said, trying not to imagine said thighs wrapped around her head as she…

Not now.

Rias pursed her lips and Sona nodded.

"I know. And now with this new development…"

"We must find a way to help him!" her friend implored, her blue eyes shining with determination, with worry, with care. And Sona, despite the seriousness of the situation, smiled.

That's Rias for you. A heart more fit for an angel than a devil…

"I mean, I know that Issei-kun was a tad…naughty."

Sona snorted.

"But even still! At his heart he's a good boy! I know it!"

Yami snorted. "Of course I did you blithering fool. I knew from the very first night that my…suggestions left something to be desired. But even after I'd had some practice and I noticed the faults… I still wanted to see what you'd do. And thus, suspecting something was up, I swapped with a clone back at the house."

A sob escaped her lips. "…why?"

"Why not?" the man asked and the fight left her entirely, Raynare not even trying to resist as Yami once again entered her mind and went about his horrible work… "Wait, now that I think about it…"

He pulled back and Raynare blinked in confusion. And the man raising his arms, rushing through a sequence of mudras didn't help matters. But the appearance of a second Yami next to her lord filled her with a horrible premonition.

"Right," the new Yami said, stepping into the place her lord had occupied but an instant prior. A malicious grin spreading across the doppelganger's lips as his eyes shifted, the tomoe changing into a kaleidoscopic design. "Look into my eyes luv, don't be scared, hehehe…"

Raynare gasped, and the world around them faded.

"What's this…" she asked, with wonder mixed with apprehension as she stared at their surroundings. Both Raynare and the single Yami seemingly hovering in the sky amidst the clouds and reflexively, she took a step back. And the feeling and the sound of stepping in water made her pause and goggle, for below her feet, reflecting the orange filled cloud sky above, a pond of translucent water stretched from below her feet, her step causing tiny ripples to spread and the water stretching to the horizon without end, meeting or perhaps flowing from the sky above…

"This here is my world, luv," Yami said, and his mirthful voice reminded her of the gravity of the situation, causing her to snap her head back up, and meet the eyes of her lord. The smirking man taking slow steps towards her. "And in here?" Raynare took a trembling step backwards, causing more ripples to spread. "I'm God." She shuddered.

Somehow? She believed him.

"And for the next 72 hours? You, semen receptacle, are my bitch."

Yami raised his left hand and snapped his fingers.

"Ah!" and Raynare felt the cool brush of a previously non existent wind on her nether bits. Her black leather stripes serving as her clothes, vanishing. Leaving her in the nude. She tried to reflexively cover herself but before she could, a force beyond her ability to resist bent her over, spun her round and wooden beams emerged from nothingness, fastening around her upraised hands and neck, pining her in place…

Rias paused as her friend held up a hand.

"You are preaching to the choir here, Rias," Sona said. "Despite what some might say, I believe and agree with you. But the point and bigger problem is…That neither you nor I are all that versed in Chakra and thus…"

Rias bit her lip.

"Helping Issei-kun will be hard."

"Exactly." Sona nodded. "But that doesn't mean we're giving up. After all, Issei, despite his eccentricities remains a student of my school. And I refuse to abandon any student of mine!"

"Mmh~" Yami stared at Raynare, or rather the naked and bent girl's backside, fastened as she was in the wooden pillory. "The position suits you, semen receptacle, and thus…" closing the gap, his clothes vanishing with but a thought, Yami's right palm smacked against Raynare's juicy cheek.

"Eek!"

"Mmh~ Soft, yielding, and yet, quite firm," he purred, rubbing the woman's pliant cheek. "The perks of immortality and a superhuman body I suppose, but at any rate…" his second hand landed on the girl's other cheek, grasping and spreading apart her cheeks, forcing her desperately clenching rosebud into full view.

"P-please…"

But Yami didn't care for the semen's receptacle's words, not right now, instead, holding the girl's butt, he aligned his rock hard penis with her trembling anus and…

"Tally ho!"

"AH!"

Thrusted in. Grunting as her sphincter desperately tried to hold back his ram before yielding to his conquering meat, and with a feeling of heat and tightness surrounding him, Yami pushed his hips forward until his pubes met her stretched ring and he paused as he felt her trembling ring pulse and try to push out his invading member, the muscle's efforts only serving to heighten his pleasure.

"Goddamn! You are even tighter in the back than you are in the front. What is this shit! Heh. Shit." Chuckling, Yami let go of the girl's hips, leaned forward, resting atop the black-haired beauty and his arms reached round and forward, cupping the girl's soft mounds, groping, playing, pulling as he started pistoning in and out, slow to start and picking up steam.

"N-no…"

Raynare's despairing tone caused his dick to twitch and harden even more inside her bowels and his fingers found and pinched the girl's swollen nipples.

"Eek!"

Making the girl's back arch, her body shiver and Yami to feel her every reaction laying atop of her as he were for the most part.

"You like this, don't you, slut?"

"N-no…"

And yet, the constricting vise around the base of his dick said otherwise, as did Raynare's moans, courtesy of each thrust and the glistening sweat and the furnace that was her body.

Yami chuckled as he felt his cock twitch and his balls start to contract. "Keep telling yourself that, if you wish, semen receptacle. But, I do believe its time to live up to your name, yes?"

"Noooo!"

"Oh, y-yesss!" he said with a hissing grunt, burying himself to the hilt inside Raynare and starting to unload rope after rope of thick baby butter, pawing and tugging at her tits as he did and feeling the girl let out a guttural roar as he did, her whole body shuddering, trembling and then all but collapsing, only the fact that this was his world forcing her to remain standing as Yami continued to pour his seed into her rear.

"Ah…" after a while, the flow slowed, his dick softened and, pushing back up, wiping his sweaty brow with a grin, Yami pulled out from the girl, a thick white cream starting to leak from her rosebud. "That was some good fuck!" he said and the world glitched, reseting, and Raynare, flushed, panting, stood in the middle, blinking.

"Eh? EH?"

Yami took a step.

"Fear not. We still have 71 hours, 59 minutes, and 59 seconds to go. Hehehe…"

"Nooo!"

His dick twitched. His smile widened. Not fully brainwashing the slut was quickly turning out to be one of the best decision he'd made so far!

Yami: "if i brainwash and genderbend them it ain't geh!"

Bruh... I don't know if that's stupid, genius, or stupidly genius.