Replies,
Uchiha Jin: I know little about Kuroinu beyond the hentai, so, that's a no. Plus, writing this is tough enough as is. Also, settle down young padawan, updates come when they are done.
Madfrog: Not quite an orgy, but I hope you guys enjoy. As for attention...it was inevitable and needed if there's to be any story beyond 'Yami sees chick. Yami bang's chick.' Admittedly not much more story but still: xD
Efthee: Filtering out crybabies and basic bitches is a constant and thankless work. It is a battle requiring eternal vigilance. Case in point bellow.
Scott: neat.
# triggered bitch counter: 4
Yami looked at the trembling healbot in front of him. The girl shivered harder.
"So, how we do this?" clone #1 asked.
"Well, the og does her, you do both and I do you."
To his right, a pained expression flashed across #1 as he looked at #2, the grinning clone to Yami's left.
"Man why you gotta be like that? Did you have to phrase it like this?"
"Hehehe~"
"Enough, let's do this," Yami said grasping the girl's chin, lifting her head some with surprising gentleness until her green eyes met his own spinning red and he dived into the depths of her mind, starting to make careful, small, alterations. Not going full hog right at the start for #2 had an excellent idea.
Let's smooth this here~ Oops! Chotto matte, we don't need those thoughts and mode of thinking let's…quiet those down, shall we?
Namely, that the healbot in front of him represented a grand opportunity in more ways than the one they planed. That is, if canon was any indication then the little girl in front of him and soon to be his, well. She had an undeniable effect on dragons. Somehow managing to compel their affection and love in a way that Yami, and probably the master brainwasher himself, Obito-sama, could only stare in envy at. So, why not be a good pupil and Uchiha both and learn from his soon to be girlfriend. And that's why they were situated as they were. With Yami diving deep into the girl but not doing too many alterations. Mostly cause with what they'd hopefully be learning from this, if he did, he'd have to then redo them later to fix his current mistakes. But that aside, #1 stood next to them both, bug eyed, mangekyo spinning and staring into different directions, doing a good impression of the creepy Jeanne simp from fate. Namely, #1 stared at both him and Asia, connected to both but affecting neither. Merely observing and looking for Asia's unconscious effect on a dragon. The dragon in this case being Yami.
As for #2?
His job was to observe #1 and doublecheck the man's conclusions after.
"How we looking?" Yami asked, courtesy of not doing a full dive and thus being able to still focus some on the real world.
"Hehehe~"
"Hehehe~"
The creepy in tandem laugh sounded promising.
"Let's just say…" #1 started.
"That our hunch was correct," #2 continued. "Keep going like this for a while and then we'll pop and do a proper washing with dem new tricks, hehehe~"
"I-I see…thank you, onee-sama…" sighing and with an only slightly shaky hand, Sona ended the call, taking a moment to feel the leather chair caressing her butt, smell the air mixed with the hint of damp earth as it drifted through the school council room's open window and remind herself that yes, she was still alive and well.
"What did she say?" Rias asked,
Sona resisted the urge to throw the phone at her friend's head, which would then be followed by jumping across the desk, tackling Rias and then mashing her lips against the redhead's own in an effort to shut up the airhead. For now wasn't the time. And besides, Sona had an image to keep and Rias was a big girl now so Sona needn't always slap her friend behind the head when she did and said dumb things followed by slapping the redhead in other places. No. Sona had an image to keep.
Her fingers curled around her chair's arm, making the mix of leather, plastic, and metal squeak as she let out an explosive sigh.
"They…they are dealing with it," she murmured at last.
"They?"
"Your brother and my sister…mostly my sister if we are being honest."
Rias giggled and Sona bit her lip.
"Makes sense," the redhead said. "Onii-chan can be smart when he needs to be but, he prefers serving as the dumb muscle at times like these, yes."
"Ah, yes," Sona replied, voice droll. "And by doing so, our most esteemed Lucifer ends up making my sister even more insufferable. For me that is."
Rias giggled again and this time? Sona did throw the phone at the redhead's head.
"Owie!" making the girl pout and rub at her temple, turning big watery eyes at her as she did. "Sona-chan, why?"
There were many answers to that question. Like the fact that Sona had been at first irritated when Rias had barged in a few hours earlier, bringing news that her catgirl had sensed Hyoudou, Sona's newest problem in an ever growing list of problems. The teen apparently doing something in the town's outskirts that scared the white-haired girl shitless and thus all but pleading for Sona's help in gathering their peerages and investigating. Only for then a freak superstorm to appear out of nowhere, engulfing the whole town. Bad enough on its own, but when one could feel the faint traces of what could only be divinity laced magic everywhere? Akin to what the mortals would call background radiation…
Sona shuddered.
And that wasn't even the worst of it. For despite Sona, nor Rias for that matter, not being the best of sensors they could tell that the storm and the magic buffering the town? They were but a side effect and Kuoh wasn't the actual target. The destruction being wrought merely a side effect. An afterthought. And to then be informed by her frantic sister that yes, Gods were fighting above Kuoh, or rather doing so shifted, in a dimension close and overlapping Kuoh actual, but not the town itself…Yeah, it didn't help her blood pressure.
I just wanted to learn, grow, and in time provide free education to all of devilkind! What did I do to deserve this?!
Looking into Rias' trembling, big, dumb, blue eyes, Sona growled.
This is onee-sama's fault somehow, I know it.
Whatever the case, Sona had enough.
She jumped across the table, smashing into Rias and pitching the girl's chair back, both of them crushing into the floor.
"Eep! S-sona…ah~!"
The world, Hyoudou, and even the gods could wait.
A tiny part of her whispered about propriety and her image.
"S-sona, people could catch us…"
Screw my image! All work and no play makes for a dull Sona, and Sona wants to play for she's been doing nothing but work those last few months!
"Ehehehe~"
"S-sona!"
"Bad pet," Sona growled, swatting Rias' juicy butt, before her palm closed around a cheek and begun fondling.
Ah~"
If anyone later pointed out to Sona that at that moment, arms and limbs dancing and writhing all over her squirming blushing friend. That she bared a disturbing resemblance to her sister? She'd be beyond mortified.
"Ah~! Yami-chan! You are safe!" his mother said with a cry as he barged into the house, followed by his clones and the rest of the idiots.
"Course I am," he said with a scoff and an eyeroll, raising an arm and flexing a bicep. "I'm built different after all."
"Oh my, fufufu~" Miki raised an arm in front of her face and giggled, a fact, which coupled with her naked apron did interesting things to her body. "Is that so~? But, be that as it may, welcome home dear, would you like a food, a bath, or perhaps—ah?"
The rest of the idiots entered and Miki finally took notice of them.
"Yami-chan?"
"Just some new friends, and a couple extra girlfriends, hehehe."
"Hehehe."
"Hehehe."
Yami had little idea what it said about him that he and his clones were that in sync, but in all honesty? He cared little.
"Oh my!"
"Yeah, at any rate, we'll talk later, mom."
"Oh…" hearing the sadness in her voice, seeing the woman all but deflate and turn her eyes downcast as Viser and Asia came to a shy stop next to him, Yami felt a rare tugging at his heartstrings. And glanced at #1 and #2.
#1 met his eyes. "No…"
Yami grinned.
"But!"
"Ara?"
"But, fear not mother, for I've thought of a wonderful present for you."
"Arara?"
He snapped his fingers and making finger guns pointed at the two clones.
"You are up, buddies, give dear old mom the gangbang of her dreams~!" he said and before they could retort in response, Yami grabbed hold of Asia and Viser's arms, tugging them up the stairs and into his room. But not before he caught a glimpse of a hungry Miki stalking the poor clones.
As for the rest of the idiots? Namely the other two angel babes, the neckbeard and Sally and the semen receptacle? They could survive for a few hours downstairs without him, admittedly space around the tv might be at a premium but that sounded like a whola lot not his problem.
"Ufufufu~"
"Mom!"
"M-mercy…"
Hearing #1 and 2's whimpers and then the kitchen door slam shut, Yami shuddered and, glancing at the closed door leading to his parent's room, the money making cuck already fast asleep, he emulated his mom and entered his room, closing the door behind him while sending a prayer to whoever god or demon would listen that the two fuckers would be enough to satisfy the beast.
"M-master?"
Turning around, Yami's grin stretched to shit eating proportions. For the soaked blushing forms of Asia and Viser greeted him, their drenched clothes—conjured in Viser's case—clinging to their fit, shapely bodies in a delightful manner. Enough to cause his dick to pulse angrily and he glanced at it.
You raring to go too, huh? I hear ya.
"What is it, Viser?" he asked, and the woman's blush stretched all the way to the base of her neck. Something emulated by the more timid Asia.
It might be a bit presumptuous of him to say so, but, with the insights gleamed from studying the healbot earlier? Well, he felt like he'd improved his understanding of how to properly illuminate people by a few orders of magnitude. Something which he had a few ideas on how to improve further still but that could wait until tomorrow.
Still, as the two girls stood before him, serving as the prototypes and proof of concept both, with Yami having gone right back to Viser after finishing with Asia and applying his new ideas. He couldn't help but frown and rub at his chin.
"Hmm…"
"M-my lord? I-is something the matter?" Asia asked with a tiny, frankly adorable, squeak, making him blink towards her. "Eep!"
Something is different about those two… That, he could not deny, but, ultimately it mattered little. For the one thing he could be certain about was that they were loyal. Or at least, as loyal as he could make them at the current juncture. The other three angels waiting below? He hadn't been as thorough with them as he'd been with the two girls in front of him. But they, and the mystery of why the duo in front of him made the back of his head itch could wait for another day. After all, it'd been some time since Raynare sucked his dick and he was a healthy teenage boy. He had needs. And the fertile sluts in front of him would do just fine.
Shrugging it off as a mystery for a later date, Yami reached up with his arms and all but threw his wet shirt to the side, causing it to smack against the wall and then to land on the floor with a sad flap.
"Strip. I have an itch for you two to scratch, hehehe~"
"M-my lord?"
"E-eep?!"
"I won't ask again."
At that, the surprise faded from the girls eyes, and Viser, the first to overcome her inhibitions shot Asia a haughty, grinning look that caused Yami to blink in confusion before the girl sent a saucy smirk his way.
"But of course, my lord~" she purred in a low sensual voice that did things to Yami as she took a sashaying series of steps towards him, Viser's hips, clad in conjured dark leather swaying in an exaggerated manner, the motion enough to draw the gaze to said hips and the long legs below clad in black thighhigh boots, and Viser smirked in satisfaction as she bent her right arm, touching her leg above the knee with her index finger and beginning to trail upwards, and as she did, the boots, the leather shorts and the black tube-top all vanished into motes of magic.
"Ah…" leaving Yami gulping with wide eyes, his mouth hanging open as he gazed at the beauty coming to a stop in front of him, cocking her hip to the side and causing her magnificent juicy, perky breasts to jiggle, the stiff nipples rising up and down in greeting. Yami gulped again.
"Fufufu~ like what you see, my lord~?"
"Very much so…" he mumbled, throat dry, the initiative all but lost but, if his dick, raring for Freedom in his pants like the boner version of Braveheart was any indication? He didn't mind all that much.
"H-hey! No fair!" Asia groused from behind Viser, causing the beauty to smirk over her shoulder. "You snooze you lose flattie."
"I-I'm not flat! You are just a c-cow! H-hmpf!"
"Heh. Keep telling yourself that—eep!"
Viser stiffened in surprise as Yami, not all that interested in the girls byplay, reached out, grasping the naked beauty, lifting her up and carrying her the few short steps to his bed.
"Ah~"
Throwing her on top of it, the mattress groaning as Yami all but tore the rest of his clothes off his body and joined the sudden nervous looking beauty atop it.
"M-my lord…"
"Relax," he said with a grin, reaching out with his arms and caressing the girl's kissing knees and lower part of the all of a sudden shy girl's legs, coaxing them open as he did. "Everything will be fine, hehehe."
Behind him grumbling could be heard, alongside Asia doing something but he paid little attention to the blonde, instead looking at the nervous girl in front of him.
His girl.
"Beautiful…" he whispered and it was even the truth, from the heart shaped face, the full lips, the long hair and big bouncy breasts capped by stiff nipples, to the flat tummy and the flaring hips and the long legs or the now only slightly hairy cleft of venus? He licked his lips.
"Ah…it pleases me to hear you say that, my lord," the gray eyed beauty said with a tiny, blushing smile.
"Oh, and I'll be pleased once I hear you moan."
"Eh?"
Prowling forth on all fours, quick as a panther and before the girl could get her wits about her, he brought his lips close to the woman's pussy.
"Eep! N-no! T-that's dirty!"
"Hehehe! Unfortunately for you, I like dirty," he said with a grin, holding the girl's legs spread and sent her a wink. "Itadakimasu!" and dived in.
"Ah!"
Letting Viser's legs move of their own volition, the limbs all but immediately clamping around him as he gave an experimental lick up and down, tasting the girl's folds. Burying his nose in her pubes, the rich female pheromones of a female devil, a race meant at least in part to seduce enemy combatants, assaulting his nose and making his nose flare, his pupils dilate as Viser's sweet nectar hit his tongue, inflaming his senses and his need, causing him to dive deep. Probing the woman's deepest parts with his appendage. The walls around his probing tongue hot and crushing, trying their best to keep his muscle from escaping as the girl moaned above and all around him, her voice a continuous low groan of pleasure, her hand finding his hair, grasping tight enough to hurt while her writhing legs continued to try and crush him in between them, her feet locking behind his head ensuring that he couldn't escape.
Not that he had any intention to do so.
Instead, Viser's attempts only served to inflame him further as he knelt in between her folds, tasting every inch of her mound. Growling, he started to hum as he licked everywhere, inside, up, down, the exposed sides, kissing, flicking, and even gently blowing a few gusts at the engorged button above.
"AH!"
That last one enough to make Viser scream, her body arching backwards, her belly trembling as a deluge of sweet fragrant juices flooded his mouth and still, through it all, Yami continued licking as a deep hunger overtook him. A hunger the likes of which not even Miki and Raynare had managed to rouse. His boner throbbing painfully between his legs, drips of precum dripping down and staining the white sheets, the stench of sex coating the whole room.
So. This is the power of a succubus, huh? Or at least, an imitation of one…At that, a shudder wracked his frame. After all, Viser, for all her allure was but a mere reincarnated devil and not a true succubus or Lilith herself…or hell, a goddess of love like Ishtar, Aphrodite, or Kama. Fuck. I need to train my resistance if but a mere imitation is enough to fill me with such lust.
Still he continued to lick. Still Viser screamed and howled in pleasure, his boner going all but mad.
"I can h-help too…"
That is until a pouting voice, accompanied by a pair of soft hands tentatively touched his cock and balls. Making his dick twitch and Yami jerk in surprise, unable to look behind him, trapped as he was.
"Ehehe~ It's…it's kinda cute," the voice that could only belong to Asia said, making him grumble in indignation, his dick throbbing its agreement. Manly! Call it manly damn it! "The way it twitches and how those cute balls roll around…" he could almost feel himself softening. "But I can tell it doesn't like that," the girl poking and probing at his meat with a curious finger said. "So, how about a makeup kiss in apology? Choou~!"
As soft, wet lips kissed the tip of his meat, the previously pure nun letting out an unholy slurping sound as her lips proceeded to all but devour his meat down her gullet, Yami could but groan and feel his eyes go a bit cross-eyed.
"M-mercy…" Viser pleaded meekly, cheeks flushed, a dazed smile on her face.
For the sensation, the taste, heat and aroma of Viser coupled with the hot, wet vacuum slurping down his dick and his precum, made it a mite difficult to concentrate and Yami, under this double assault, with his knees growing weak, groaned into Viser's snatch as he began to unload pint after pint of baby butter inside his nun's mouth.
"Glack~! Glack~! Glack~!" the girl slurping down his baby butter in an almost disturbing manner as in front of him, Viser let out another scream, flooding and coating his face with yet more of her juices.
As he shot his last, and Viser settled back down, covered in sweat, panting and with an arm covering her forehead, a pop came from behind Yami and his dick felt the room's cool air touch it once again.
"Mmh~ Kinda bitter, but…I love it, fufufu~"
Yami shuddered. He wasn't sure, but…yeah, he was pretty sure that he'd done some mistake with Asia and Viser but his mind felt a bit too addled at the moment to care overmuch.
As if on cue, the sweaty, warm, soft thighs holding him prisoner and the soft feet behind his head parted allowing Yami to pull back with a gasp. "Hehehe, t-thank you for the meal," he said, licking his lips and causing Viser to bite her lip and shudder with a blush. "But, I do believe you're warmed up enough and so, time for the main event," he said, and if anything, Viser's blush grew as she gave him a meek nod.
"Mouuu!"
Behind him Asia pouted, but he'd get to her after. After all, he had promised, even if only to himself that he'd be gentle with Viser, and so…
Scooting closer, aligning his meat with the girl's entrance, he grasped her soft thighs and his spinning red eyes met the girl's meek own gray ones.
"I'm putting it in."
"O-ok…"
Slowly, not that he needed to do so, what with the girl being neither a virgin, a human, or dry, the last he felt rather certain about.
Yami pushed, or rather felt his dick get sucked in, the woman's moist folds all but greedily pulling him inside into their wet pulsating prison, causing him to shudder at the overwhelming sensation and, with his arms still hooked around the backside of the girl's legs near the knees, he pushed down and forward, making her bend some as she lay below him, her head resting on his pillow, her black locks sprawled around her as he started pistoning in and out all the while staring into the panting girl's lidded gray eyes as their point of union produced slick indecenent sounds.
"You know…" he grunted. "They call this a mating press," he said and Viser's folds trembled. "And I wore no condom, so, you think you'll get pregnant?" he asked with a grin. The chances of that were nigh zero, what with the low fertility of the devils, but, his words had the intended effect as the girl gasped, her pupils dilated and the velvet walls around his member contracted and started pulsating in an almost painful and certainly slightly maddening way as Yami could swear that—
Yeap, that was her womb his dick pressed up against, and, unlike mortal girls, the sensation seemed to be incredibly pleasant for Viser. Heh. Like me it seems devil girls are built different. Heh! Something wet touched him, making him tense and his dick to grow. Gkh! What the—
The answer came in the form of two soft hands grasping his butt and spreading it and then, once again, a long wet, tendril teased the entrance to his butt. Making him shudder and increasing his pleasure.
Ok. The hell is up with Asia and Viser? Shuddering, and deciding he rather liked the sensation coupled with Viser's moans, Yami came to the wise decision of leaving the matter to be pondered by future Yami.
Granting and unable to endure this dual pronged assault for long, Yami let out a long guttural grown, hilting himself to the bone and feeling his butthole pucker as Asia continued her assault, his balls contract, the little blonde massaging them with care and he poured the mother of all spank bombs inside the devil woman's womb.
Shuddering, panting and gasping for breath after he did. The only reason for not collapsing on top the girl being the fact that his arms were still hooked around her legs, helping to support him.
"Mmh~ Icky, but also tasty, fufufu~" Asia chirped behind him. Finally, finally stopping her tongue based assault.
Oh you little…
It would seem there was a brat in need of correction in his house. And, unlike what he expected, it wasn't the little blonde fallen.
With a growl and an exertion of will, his red gauntlet formed around his left arm.
[boosto!]
"Ah?"
"Eh?"
The girls blinking in surprise, and in Viser's case a sighing disappointment as with his new strength he pulled himself free.
"It would seem we have someone in need of punishment here," he said with a growl. "Viser."
"Y-yes, my lord?"
He spun around and gazed at last at the very much naked Asia, the mischievous blonde giving him a nervous but not at all ashamed grin.
"I think I will need your help for this," he said.
"Eep!"
And before Asia could react, Yami pounced. Grabbing the surprised but not at all resisting girl.
"Ah!"
And, after Viser scooted over, pushing the blonde down on the mattress.
"Hmm, quite the little deviant aren't we?" he asked, gazing at the nun's thoroughly clean mound. Not a lick of hair anywhere to be seen. "Not that I mind, Viser."
"Yes?"
"Sit on her face, let her atone with her mouth as I fill up her slutty nun pussy."
"Ah! Wait…mmph!"
"Fufufu~ As you wish, my lord~" Viser said, quick to straddle Asia's head and lower her wet and very much spank covered and filled pussy, sealing Asia's lips with it.
"Mmph…mmh~" the little blonde's tone quickly changing as soon as she got her first whiff and taste of his baby butter coupled with the devil girl's own pheromones. "Yeeeeessss…" causing Viser to hiss and moan, leaning forward and grasping one of Asia's perky breasts, rolling the nipple and making the girl shudder, the nun's already wet pussy all but turning into a fountain as her knees opened and closed with shuddering motions. The sight making his dick twitch and spring back up to full hardness. "Y-you like that, d-don't you, you sluuuuu—" Viser let out a long drawn out moan as Asia slurped with a deep hunger, the black-haired girl's belly contracting and Yami had enough.
Shuffling forward, aligning his tip with the girl's entrance, he slid inside.
"Mmh!" the girl gasping, shuddering, body tensing for a second or two, as bits of red seeped from their point of union and Yami waited until he felt her relax before starting to slowly piston back and forth. Slowly picking up the pace using the sensations and responses of Asia's muscles and folds as a guide.
"Y-Yami-sama…" writhing back and forth atop of Asia's head, Viser's tongue lolled out, the girl panting with flushing cheeks as she gazed at him with adoration.
Yami leaned forward, intertwining his fingers with the girl's own as his lips met her own, their tongues engaging in a wet slurping tango as below, he pistoned inside the deviant nun, Asia's folds contracting and pulsing like mad, trying to wring him dry and through the formation of this unholy triangle, Yami could feel, hear, and taste Viser's gasps and shuddering mewls as Asia's tongue went to work down below.
He rolled his hips forward, back and forth, back and forth as Asia's legs wrapped around his midsection, holding him close, pulling him deep and refusing to let go all the while Viser did her best to suck his soul out of his body and, with a grunt, his dick twitched inside its warm prison and pumped rope after rope of thick baby butter inside the young nun's hungry pussy.
"Ah~!"
And with a shuddering gasp, Viser broke their liplock and Yami could see her belly twitching, kinda like Asia's own.
Panting, still balls deep inside the little nun, Yami grinned.
Heh! It's good to be the king! Uchiha superiority bitches!
Times like these?
Forced at an ungodly hour to leave her house and comfy bed and her tentacle hentai…anime! Leave her anime behind due to a potential threat to the still hanging by a balance peace with the Yokai and, even more importantly a threat to her sister, only to arrive at this realm in between realms, and come face to face with a contrite big lout of a pain in the ass. Or in other words the god of storms, Susanoo, and after a bit of interrogation find that, no, technically speaking there'd been no threat but this would still add to her workload and the kaleidoscopic madly shifting seas around them, courtesy of this in-between realm being close enough to the realms of the gods themselves but also not. And as a result end up perilously close to the dimensional gap itself…well that didn't help her disposition either.
Yes. At times like these, Serafall hated her job.
For being in charge of Foreign Affairs?
Well, it meant having to deal with stuff like these and often serve as the first response unit. Usually alongside Sirzech-chan, as was the case today.
Glancing at the big dumb red puppy next to her standing with his arms crossed, glaring at Susanoo, and generally doing a splendid job of being imposing…even if knowing the idiot, inside his head, now that the danger had passed—and apparently hadn't existed in the first place—the man was likely having visions of lovey-dovey hand-holding sex with that stuck up maid of his while his sister waved pon pon's in the background. Hmph! Even if you've won at life and have a loving husband and the two of you fuck like bunnies non stop. Seriously, the two already had a child and it'd been but a few centuries. And when one considered the fertility rate of devils… So what? The score is still 3 to 1 in my favor in our battles so far! So suck it! Grayfia! I'm the victor! Ahaha…ha…sigh. Serafall repressed a sob at her rather lackluster love life, and she didn't count. And opted instead to send a dangerous smile towards the kneeling, sheepish god's direction.
"Please tell you understand why what you did was bad? Mmh?"
At least, the big dumb idiot had the good grace to wince, and, glancing at the scowling Sirzech, bow his head in an apologetic manner.
And once again, Serafall felt thankful that she could at least rely on Sirzech-chan. For if she expected Ajuka, or, Sona-tan forbid, Falbium to help in a timely manner…
She repressed a shudder at that. Yeah, at least she could rely on her friend. For her cheery disposition and naturally unthreatening appearance had its downsides at times like these. Now don't get her wrong, she could bring out the iceberg if need be but…she'd have to bring out the iceberg. And negotiations tended to break down after that.
The dumb god opened his mouth.
"Look. I won't say I'm sorry, but yeah, my bad. It miiight have slipped my mind that the town was under your jurisdiction but still, what's the problem? We weren't fighting in it or going after the tiny devils there," Susanoo complained, and Serafall sighed, massaging her temple for the god in front of her was indeed this stupid and honest. "I was merely trying to find who that chakra bearing mortal that called upon me was," the god said, making both her and Sirzech-chan blink.
Ok. That's new. She glanced at her fellow Satan, Sirzech doing the same. What—
"But then that bitch came and barred my path, mumbling something about sacrifice this, sacrilege and upstart that. And naturally I couldn't let that go, now could I? And from a foreign bint at that!"
And that was another thing. Kali deciding to drop in for an unannounced visit? The violent bloodthirsty goddess being but a step or two removed from her precious Sona-tan and cute lil Rias? That hadn't helped Serafall's blood pressure. At all.
The dumb god nodded, a stupid, proud smile on his face as he stood back up, crossing his arms. "So, I showed her. Yes, I did~"
"That's nice, but, where is she now?" she asked.
Causing the god to blink and tilt his head. "How in mother's name should I know that? I smacked her good when she dropped her guard. Send her tumbling I did. What do I care beyond that?"
Serafall's shoulders slumped, and she let out a tired groan.
Why did I expect anything else…
"So, you need me for anything else? Kinda getting bored now."
Once again, Serafall met Sirzech-chan's eyes, the look her fellow Satan send her all but asking 'surely, he can't be that stupid?'
Silly, Sirzech-chan. You should know better by now. But then…you don't have to deal with idiots all over the world on a day to day basis.
"Mmh~ I think not," she said. "There's the matter of reparations for your stunt."
"Repa-what?"
A wave of heat flooded the entirety of this in-between dimension. Heat accompanied by light as near Susanoo the space rend itself, courtesy of a bar of light that swiftly stretched, the opening growing wider and forming into a circular portal with flames dancing at its edges and within it a magnificent shining palace could be seen while near the opening and stepping towards the portal…
"What our honored guests are referring to dear brother, is the matter of compensations for you and that uncultured ruffian's stunt," the elegant woman in a blue kimono, a fan spread in front of her face said as she stepped through the portal, the heat increasing while behind her nine majestic golden tails swayed, the same color as her hair.
The woman that next to the storm god seemed tiny, if still taler than Serafall, and upon seeing Susanoo's scrunched together brows and the accompanying slow blink and nod, sighed. "Payment, brother. Payment."
"Aaah."
"Lady Amaterasu…" Serafall said, her voice cool, dignified, and not at all worried. Despite what she felt inside and once again, she thanked her lucky stars for her many years of practice helping her maintain an excellent poker face.
Dealing with Susanoo if it came down to it? Between her and Sirzech-chan it would be tough but doable. That is, without their fight spilling over into real space and wrecking unimaginable havoc in the process. But, dealing with the Sun? That would be tough. And that is without taking into account how bad of a matchup this would be for Serafall. In any case, whoever the victor, a good part of Earth would be wrecked beyond repair.
"Ooh! Why didn't they just say so then?" Susanoo asked, looking at Sirzech with a big smile. "In that case, how about me and the lil guy over there fight as an apology? I bet he's raring to go about as much as I am—"
'Whack'
"Ow!"
The fan that had smacked Susanoo almost too fast for Serafall to follow had returned to its spot in front of the golden-eyed beauty's face. "Behave brother."
"Yes sis, sorry sis."
Amaterasu sighed, the fluffy golden ears atop the woman's head twitching, causing Serafall to bite her lip as she struggled to remain composed and not ask to touch them. Managing to refrain from doing for, if for but a moment Serafall felt a rare instance of kinship with another. For it would seem, Amaterasu too suffered from dealing with idiots all the time.
"That said, honored guests, we offer our apologies for this misunderstanding and we invite you to adjourn into a place more suited for out talks if you'd be so inclined?"
"That sounds excellent," she said, Sirzech nodding by her side. Yes, if they followed the woman she'd no doubt have the home field advantage but they'd no longer have to fear what cutting loose could mean if it came to that. For the best part about being a devil was that they were manufactured super weapons in the times of old, and, like the old Lucifer, and the now long gone Big G, devils did not weaken if they traveled away from their 'realm' or 'place of worship', or rather, lose the faith boost like gods did. Not that Serafall expected it to have played a role against Amaterasu if it came down to it. The woman, being strong enough on her own, even if not quite on Big G's level that any sort of faith boost was little more than pittance to her.
It would seem that unlike the storm idiot next to her and most other people the world over, the sun goddess, like Sirzech-chan and her, knew the value of, as the mortals put it, hitting the gym.
"Splendid, in that case…oh my, how silly of us," Amaterasu said with an innocent blink and Serafall felt wary all of a sudden, even if her gut instinct all but screamed that this had little to do with their present circumstances. "Lady Serafall."
"Y-yes?"
"Given this opportunity to speak, we fear that we must inform you that your actions have saddened our priestess."
"Pardon?"
"You are. But, our poor little Yasaka has long complained to us that you haven't visited her for some time now. Has our poor little vixen done something to offend you by-chance?"
Serafall flashed a nervous grin even if inwardly she wanted to groan.
She knew it. She fucking knew it! Out of the frying pan and into the volcano. No, Yasaka had done little to offend her that was true. Quite the opposite in fact. The leader of the Kyoto faction being nothing but accommodating to her good friend Serafall. Perhaps too accommodating. For Serafall couldn't fly straight for a couple of days after her last visit. And so, if she perhaps, had a healthy wariness of the amorous kitsune and put off visiting as long as she reasonably could? Nobody could fault her for that.
And now? Now that the head goddess of this land all but brought it in the open and phrased it like that?
"I'll…I'll be sure to visit her soon, your highness."
"We are glad to hear it is so."
She had no way of refusing, and the worst part was that she couldn't be certain if the way Amaterasu had brought it up was merely a concerned lord in regards to their subject, the political situation in general, an admonishment, or an order. Knowing her luck? All of those rolled into one and more!
Damn it. I hate dealing with kitsunes!
In stark contrast to her thoughts, Serafall's traitorous nether regions flooded with heat and she could all but hear Yasaka's ethereal laughter in her ears as fluffy tails danced around her. Shaking her head with haste and blushing cheeks so as to dispel the memories, she followed after the sun goddess and the storm idiot, Sirzech right behind her as they entered the portal.
At least that's dealt with. But, the question remains. What happened to Kali?
Yami, coming out of the shower, panting, his knees weak, warily approached his room once more. Breathing out a silent sigh of relief upon finding the unholy duo still fast asleep.
With haste, and not an inconsiderable amount of fear, he hastily donned a clean set of clothes, forgetting to grab his sunglasses as he all but run from the room and down the stairs.
"My lord—"
"Later, Raynare!" he said with a tremble. Raising tired arms and resummoning #1 and #2. "Have fun…" he said with a tired murmur as his clones, looking about as haggard and spent as he did flipped him off as Yami dashed out of the house.
Not believing the fact that he looked forward to another boring day of school.
But, given what he went through last night? Or for that matter what his clones did?
He shuddered and raised a hand to wipe his temple as he rushed through the streets, only belatedly realizing he'd forgotten his sunglasses before with a shrug he cast a full body henge, concealing his sharingan.
No way was he going back there. Back into hell.
For the two girls? They'd been insatiable! Only finally settling down as dawn broke.
And the less said about his mother, if the memories of his clones were any indication, the better.
If the trio teamed up, and, Madara forbid if Aika also joined…
"Fuck."
He needed to grow stronger. Much stronger and fast! As his bruised pelvis and bloodshot eyes could attest to. It was now a matter of critical importance. Of survival dammit!
Back at the house, joining #2 on the floor, letting out a tired sigh, #1 felt a disgusting amount of pleasure at this brief moment of relaxation.
Training?
Training was downright easy when compared to what the insatiable beasts had put them through!
He sighed again, taut muscles beginning to relax.
But, at least, they could take it slow today. Relax, and after Miki awoke go about checking that hunch of theirs and—
"H-hey! Idiot!"
A haughty voice made him blink an eyelid open and glance to the side. And a terrible feeling of dread filled him.
For standing disturbingly close to him, expression haughty but with dark cheeks and biting her lips as she stood with her arms crossed and her legs spread open, enough that at this angle #1 could glimpse up Mittelt's skirt and into her drenched pantsu…
"You better do something about this, you hear? After all, it's your fault I'm like this! Hmpf!"
Coming to a stop next to the loli fallen, the tall busty purple haired beauty squirmed and sent a nervous smile his and #2's way.
And for once, #1 felt like the og had the fun and easy job.
"Fuck."
For some inexplicable reason, standing in the school's courtyard, Rias found it difficult to look Sona in the eye.
"Rias, no."
"Rias yes!"
Last night, after their meeting, she had shared her plan with her friend. Sona, needless to say had opinions about that. Opinions and points Rias normally would have agreed with and given credence too. But, with her doom so close at hand? Not even their findings inside the church at the outskirts of Kuoh, which they visited after the storm had abated and they'd gotten the ok from their siblings. Not even that was enough to sway her mind.
"Rias. Look at him," Sona said, tone snappish. "He looks half dead. The dark circles under his eyes, that expression of remorse, the wide eyes shining with mild delirium and his short panting breaths."
Rias blinked and bit her lip as she found Sona's assessment of Issei-kun, trodding through the school's gates looking like the world's freshest zombie to be surprisingly, and dishearteningly accurate.
"You think…"
Sona beside her sighed. "Most likely?" the girl raised her arm fixing her glasses. "Yes. The other personality, this 'Yami' was in charge, but judging by the visible exhaustion and the haunted expression? Issei-kun could see and feel everything."
Rias gasped. "Oh! That poor boy…"
But that only made Sona shoot her a sharp glare. "That's why you shouldn't bother the poor boy any further. We have our own issues, he clearly has his and we can't solve everything. As for your…solution." Sona's lip curled in distaste. "It might work, yes. But, as I've told you yesterday it's also quite likely to worsen Issei-kun's condition and that is, assuming he can be of help in the first place. And Rias."
"Yeah?"
"You know what they say about assumptions, do you not?"
"Mmh. You are right, Sona. As usual."
Her friend took a deep breath, the school president's shoulders relaxing. "I'm glad you finally see reason…"
Rias took a step.
And then another.
And behind her Sona sighed.
"Oh my Maou…You aren't listening. Of course you aren't listening. Dammit Rias…"
But Rias ignored her friend. For whatever happened as a result? As long as it led to her freedom they could fix everything else after.
"Hey~ Issei-kun," she said with a smile in her voice as she bounded up to the haggard looking teen. The teen still clad in that edgy all black leather outfit.
"Wha—"
"Would you mind if we had a talk, in pri~va~te~?"
Why no Kala and Mittelt lewd this chapter?
Cause, a) it was quite long already
and
b) fuck you that's why.