Chapter 55: Uncommon Senses
As we arrived, the sultry and teasing adopted by Ranni shifted. Her expression was still the alluring sight that she had shown me before we teleported, but her body betrayed her. She had moved her lower pair of arks to interlock her hands defensively near her waist as she watched me attentively.
Something in my eyes must have shown that I realised this fact as she sighed, "There seems to not be much that can be hidden from thee, consort."
"When it comes to those I care about, I am sure to pay as much attention as possible." I responded, gently laying my hand on her joined ones, "Do you wish to discuss it?"
"I…" She trailed off, looking away, "I must admit that when it comes to the… Carnal act… I am without much practical experience."
I was struck with the feeling that if she could blush, she definitely would be doing so at the moment. However, it appears as if she removed that feature from her body, or was suppressing it.
"That is nothing to be ashamed about." I replied, causing her to release a light huff.
"Tis vexing, I must admit. Thou art much more versed in this field, leaving me feeling as if I were a fool. Verily, tis not a state of affairs I am accustomed to, nor indeed fond of."
I could tell. I had noticed that when she was agitated, she enjoyed speaking more nobly, delving deeper into more complicated and archaic language. Releasing her clasped hands, I moved to gently caress her cheek, turning her face to look at me. I then leaned in and spoke softly.
"It's not a competition, Ranni. Let me lead and just go with the flow. Do you trust me?" As I spoke, she slowly closed her eyes.
"Always." She breathed.
Her lips were refreshing, cool and yet comfortable. The soft flesh parted, allowing me to delve deeper and taste her more fully. Soon her own tongue got involved, wresting with mine, the faint lingering taste of blackberry being shared between us. Kissing her was a different experience from what I was used to, the feeling of her soft, smooth skin on mine familiar, but the sense that I was interacting with something more tickled my senses.
Eventually, our lips parted, my own breath quickening from excitement while her own stayed controlled.
"I did not expect that to be so… enthralling." She murmured, her voice low, "Your warmth… I had imagined it, Dear Damocles, but the real thing reveals my dreams to be but pale imitations."
"There is plenty more to discover, Ranni." I whispered, "Wonders greater than this. Would you wish to learn them?"
Her eyes sparkled, while her lips curled into a soft smile, "Teach me."
I was sure to be gentle, treating the priceless gift that was being offered to me with care. Ranni would be the third woman I would lay with since reincarnating here, but that did not make what was about to happen any less special.
Even more so from her perspective. She was, as always, very controlled, ensuring that her emotions did not show overtly. However, the more time I spent with her, the more I could pick up the subtle clues from the way she stood, the way she held herself. Besides that, there was connection that went beyond the physical with her, her very existence a bit too large to be contained to merely the material plane.
Her nervousness charged the air, flavouring it with both the tastes of anxiety and anticipation. Moving to the bedroom, we had not been shy with our flirtatious touches and kisses, the genie now truly out of the bottle, but now that we had arrived her mind was once again dwelling on what came next.
For a plotter like her, it was difficult, but I would need to find a way to focus her on the here and now, the present, not the myriad of potential futures.
"May I?" I asked, hands moving the clasp of her dress.
She paused, looking up at me for a heartbeat before replying, "There is no need."
The dress shimmered and disappeared into blue motes of light. She had some understanding of seduction, no doubt due to the 'novels' she enjoyed sampling, so she moved slowly, not merely wishing the whole garment away all at once.
Starting from her nape and moving down, unaffected by gravity, more and more of her pale blue skin was revealed. Deciding to do some teasing of my own, I followed the trail of shimmering starlight, my arms encircling my consort and partaking in the sensation of her smooth sides. She stared into my eyes as I did so, smouldering desire reflected from each of us at the other.
Soon, she was bare, naked before me with my hands loosely resting on her widened hips. There was not a single speck of hair below her head, the entire canvas of her being an uninterrupted expanse of smoothness.
Her skin, much like her lips, was pleasantly cool to the touch, utterly blemish free. The perfect flesh was like satin, soft, tactile, sensual, but most importantly, it was undeniably Ranni. As her desire rose, so to did her presence's strength. More and more of her vast being was being drawn to this place, to this single moment.
"I hope mine body is to your liking, Consort. I fashioned it for thee after all." She spoke, projecting confidence.
"It was crafted by a master." I spoke, eyes lingering on the prominent swell of her hips and the budding mound on her chest, each capped with a dark blue peak, "Would you like me to show my appreciation for this work of art?"
Her eyes flicked away briefly in embarrassment, before returning to mine, "Perhaps I shall take thee up on thine offer, but for now I believe one of us has the other as a great disadvantage."
"Allow me to resolve that." I spoke, hands moving to lift from her waist.
"Cease." She spoke, lower pair of arms moving to stop my own as her upper pair went to caress my lapel, "I would like to disrobe thee myself, Consort."
She needed to regain her composure, therefore taking control and leading for a while was something that would allow her the space to do so. Or so my intuition was telling me. I would likely need to take the lead eventually due to her inexperience, but I was happy to give her this.
Smiling, I replied, "Who am I to disagree, my Lady."
She nodded seriously, cutely focused on the task she had set herself. All of her arms moved in unison, swiftly unbuttoning my waistcoat and dress shirt. Moving one pair to loosen my tie while the other unclipped my suspenders, she then lay my upper body bare.
My own existence was kind to my appearance, Devils by nature being seductive and attractive beings. Such a fact was born out by her actions, hands trailing up and down my exposed skin, fingers tracing each and every inch of my newly revealed musculature. Her gaze was locked onto the sight was well, devouring me with her eyes.
"I imagined scars…" She softly whispered, "Warriors are usually covered with them."
"Devils will never scar unless they wish too." I responded, causing her to nod.
"Please do not misunderstand me." She continued, in the same tone, "I am far from displeased. Mine Consort is indeed a truly handsome prize."
"And a lucky man too." I responded, causing her to finally, for the first time, blush.
"Even now, thou art insistent in thy womanizing ways." She chided.
"No. I am merely honest." I relied, with a cheeky grin.
"Cease." She repeated, pausing for an imperceptible moment before moving onto my lower body.
In short order, my slacks were unbuttoned and lowered, my boxers following with them. Finally I had the full attention of both Ranni and her entire being, as she beheld by throbbing erection that had been freed from it's confines.
"You can touch it too." I spoke, allowing her to go at her own pace while surreptitiously waving my hand and teleporting my clothes out of the way.
There was no sexy way to take off shoes and socks.
Wordlessly, she took me up on the offer, hands trailing from my chest to my pelvis, then to my cock. I hissed slightly at her first touch, the cool sensation of her touch both at one pleasant and jarring.
She flicked her gaze up at my face at the sound, before returning to her new explorations while recommending, "I believe we should make use of the bedding."
I agreed, slowly lowing myself to sit on the edge of the bed, her hand not leaving my dick of a second. Once I was situated, she swiftly moved the rest of her hands to join the bravest one, each finding a single point to explore.
One started swirling around the head, the sensitive mushroom being treated with doting care by the goddess. Another went lower, gently cupping my balls and exploring and caressing them as well. The other two established a rhythm of gently pumping the shaft, the cool touches initially timid in all these areas but swiftly growing more and more assured as she gained confidence.
I had stiffened at the combined assault, but was quickly drawn into leaning back my head and moaning out at the stimulation, causing her to speak wit ha degree of smugness, "It seems my research upon those device was not in vain, Consort. There are myriads of ways to bring pleasure to a partner."
"Your inexperience is not not showing at all." I breather out, a bit of fire sparking in my chest at being so caught off guard, "You are unfairly good at this."
I looked down as I said this, only to met with a slightly embarrassed look, her focus going into pleasuring me allowing her real emotions to be shown more easily, "There might… have been some practice with a banana."
That surprised me, but my resulting laugh seemed to have sparked a hint of irritation in the Dark Moon, as she redoubled her assault, hands moving in concert, the satin tips of her fingers swirling around my cock head, her gentle caresses of my testes growing more forceful and the speed of her pumps increasing.
"I refuse to play second fiddle, Consort. I will be the best, the foremost in thy heart." She seemed resolved, before noticing wetness appear at the point of contact, "What's this? Ah, I believe this must mean thou art close, yes?"
"No, but it means you are doing a very good job, Ranni." I spoke, causing her to to pout.
"Not good enough, it seems." She muttered, before escalating.
The hand that had been tending to my tip joined its brethren beneath my shaft, the two each lovingly caressing one half as she leaned down and parted her lips. I held my breath, watching as she completed the rest of the journey, suckling the flesh that had recently been abandoned.
My hips jerked at this. The cool touch of her fingers had been novel, but that was nothing compared to her mouth. It was cool and wet, the perfect temperature to allow me to feel absolutely everything that she was doing but not cold enough to distract. She stared up at me challengingly, swirling her tongue around her prize and suckling on it fiercely.
While doing this, her hands were not idle, instead continuing their work, stroking and driving my pleasure up higher and higher. She slowly introduced more and more of my flesh into her mouth, the space her hands to pump growing smaller until she stopped. I could feel every inch of her tongue as she drew me deeper and deeper, the muscle wriggling around my tip and driving me crazy until it was forced to switch to my sensitive underside.
I clenched my fists at this new assault, not at all prepared for the level of study the Goddess had apparently dedicated to pleasing me. Things we paused however, when she abruptly stopped pumping my shaft and retreated, lifting her self from my dick with a wet 'pop' as she moved her relieved hands to gently hold my hips.
"There is an interesting fact that thou remain ignorant of, Dear Consort." Her voice was even, hands on my balls keeping my at a simmer while she spoke.
"What might that be, Ranni?" I raised and eyebrow, catching my breath and rebuilding my composure.
"This body has no need to breathe." She responded, a sultry smile on her lips as she did so.
I had barely processed that before she put the new information into practice, swallowing my entire length in a single movement.
My head hit the sheets, not a tall prepared for this turn of events. If her mouth was heavenly, than the throat she had built was approaching nirvana. Fleshy walls constricted around me, rippling and moving with purpose, not a hint of distress or strain in them. At my base, her tongue resumed its work as she started to rhythmically swallow.
The wet 'gluk gluk gluk' of her actions sounded out from the room, her mouth swiftly filling up with copious amounts of cool, wet saliva.
The pulling, rippling motion was maddening, quickly driving me to the point I was at before she stopped and swiftly surpassing it. My already clenched fists tightened even further, my self control under immense assault.
'Let thy self go Consort.' She spoke into my mind, throat not once stopping it's assault, 'Relax. Allow me to please you.'
Regardless of her words, this was a battle I had no hope of winning thanks to the surprise with which her plan was carried out. Twitching, panting, I soon released, causing Ranni's swallowing to speed up, swiftly draining me of my seed ravenously.
'Thy essence is delightful.' Her voice sounded again, even as she slowly parted from my cock, giving it one last kiss and looking up at me triumphantly.
"I believe I hath proven my case." Her face, despite the mess it should have been from what she had just done, was perfectly unblemished, as if she had not just preformed what might have been the best blow job I have ever received.
"You've proven something alright, you little sneak." I growled, strength quickly returning to me as I pulled upon my Pride and Lust.
"Oh, whatever might that be?" She spoke, teasing.
"I was treating you carefully, worried that you might be nervous about your first time. But based on the 'research' you've apparently been preforming, that seems to have been a mistake." My voice rumbled from my low tone.
"Thy restraint and care was appreciated Consort. Thou…" She paused, before continuing, "Thou made me feel loved. Cared for. However, I must ask of thee a selfish request."
"Oh?" I raised an eyebrow as I lifted myself from the bed, stalking towards her like a prowling beast.
"Indeed. Thy care and consideration were appreciated true, however..." She spoke, arms coming to rest upon her knees as she knelt, unmoving, "Thou art not just my paramour. In the Lands Between, thou won me, through thy deeds."
I pounced, bundling her up into a carry before whirling around and slamming her into the bed, face down. Grabbing her hips, I lifted them up, and then reached forward as I moved on to the bed as well, grip her by her shoulders so I could lift her up and whisper into her ear.
"Oh?" I hissed, my lips caressing the soft skin below her ear, "I won you, did I? Then I suppose I should claim my prize."
It wasn't a question, as her smile concurred, "I knew thou would understand."
I thrust into her, her smooth, bald lips parting welcomingly around my length, revealing that inside she was absolutely drenched. Her body possessed no hymen and stretched to the perfect size easily, allowing me to with a single thrust, slam my hips into hers and cause her to shiver slightly.
"How naughty." I growled, "Pretending that you are unaffected by all this, in perfect control, but this tells a different story, does it not?"
I brought down one of my hands to trace the outside of where we were joined, before bringing it up to her face to show her the glistening wetness that I had collected.
She averted her eyes, "That is merely natural in the presence of thy betrothed, is it not?"
"No." I answered firmly, flicking the moisture off my hand and reaching underneath her arms, locking my hands together behind her head as I used the leverage to tile her body upright, "No more acting prim and proper. No more hiding your feelings. I am going to break you tonight, Ranni."
"Ho? Brave, art tho-" Her words were cut off my thrust, my unmoving hips jumping into action as I used the grip of her head to pull her back down into the motion.
She rippled around me, her walls massaging every inch as I pulled back, almost longingly begging me to stay. I soon return however, with another brutal thrust. This was not love making, not the romantic first time that I thought she desired.
This was a claiming.
I unclasped my hands, instead gabbing her hair to her scalp as I thrust again, a meaty 'plap' accompanying the motion. Her nectar overflowed, soon dripping down onto the bed beneath us.
"Admit it, this is what you wanted." I snarled, a thud echoing out as I thrust upwards savagely again, earning a small gasp from her, "You are loving this, being manhandled. Used. Controlled."
At the last word, she moaned, the sound coming so unexpectedly that it caused me to cease the rhythm I had been building. She also stiffened, the reality of what that action proved lying between us, thick with implication.
She broke the silence, "Only you. I would only ever trust you. My one and Only Knight. My Dearest Consort."
I noticed the lack of flowery speech, and knowing what that meant used the grip I had on her hair to turn her head to face mine so I could steal her lips. As she passionately responded, I started thrusting again. The room was filled with the wet carnal sound of the joining of flesh, her own flesh going absolutely wild around my own.
Soon, the speed at which I was moving and slamming up into her made out lip-lock awkward enough to break it, causing her to reveal that her recent broken inhibitions allowed her announce her pleasure to the world, her husky, ethereal voice moaning a sweet music to my ears as I brought us both closer to he edge.
The feral accomplishment running through me, the sense of conquest, fuelled my actions as I slammed harder, more possessively into the woman I was joined to. Her being surrounded us, her pleasure and joy feeding into my own, the infectious cocktail of emotions driving us to greater and greater heights.
The rippling, velvet sleeve soon proved too much, my end arriving all too soon. With a final room shaking, hip crushing slam, I penetrated deeply into Ranni as I unloaded. She crooned into my ear, the air around us rippling and briefly tasting blue and purple. For the briefest of moments, I could see everything, was aware of every single inch of this beautiful creature that I had just caused to come undone, before in the next blink, it was over.
I was left panting, kneeling over a shuddering blue mound of pliable flesh.
"One day…" The voice was whimsical, her tone one of longing, "That will result in an heir. What a glorious thought…"
Hearing her affection for the idea, I found myself smiling unconsciously.
However, there was a misconception that needed to be addressed, "I hope you don't believe us to be done?"
Her eyes snapped open, staring into my own in surprise, before they swiftly became lidded, "Thou truly art a beast."
Selene took in a deep breath. The change that had occurred in her body had effected her magic severely. Rather than hampering her, however, it seemed to be purely beneficial. Her spells were stronger, held their form easier and did not take as much of her magic as they used to. While supercharged on Damocles' blood, she was a force to reckoned with.
Or so she thought.
Growling, she revealed her trump card, that she had been working on in her spare time. A dragon made of pure lightning roared out of the ether, bearing down upon it's petite target. Said girl didn't move, a shimmering blue shield appearing in the path of the attack, causing it's charge to invert as it passed through thus rending the dragon inert.
Selene didn't wait and watch however, instead using the bright attack as cover to charge at the Sagan Bishop. Said bishop merely sighed, bringing a hand up before her eyes widened as she threw up another shield before she was slammed into the ground, the Gravity Magic of Selene's attack being unaffected and hitting it's intended target with full effect.
She immediately attempted to capitalize on the opening, rushing to confirm the match, only to grasp air as the white haired girl disappeared from under her grasp. She barely had time to react before a hand was placed on her back, glowing lines appearing around her body that prevented her movement.
Should this have been a real fight, she could have of course broken free and continued to harry Shiro until the other Devil ran out of Demonic Power.
But it was not a real fight.
"The match goes to Shiro." CC called out, dispassionately.
Selene drooped, but then set her shoulders resolutely. She would definitely get Shiro next time!
"I've seen enough." The alluring voice of Damocles sounded out, "I know what to focus on now."
Or not.
"But I haven't won a single time?" She asked, making sure her voice did not come out as a whine.
Her King smiled at her indulgently, causing her to flush, "I have been teaching Shiro how to use Devil Magic personally for close to two years at this point. If you did beat her, I would be an awful teacher indeed."
She worried her lip in response, unsure of how to answer that statement.
"You did well." Shiro spoke, causing the vampire to look at her in surprise, "But you think too much."
"Yes, I noticed that." Damocles walked over to where the two girls were, hands easily finding their places on the crowns of their heads, "You are still too bound by common sense, or at least what passed for it in your previous world. You take too long to calculate your spells, not imagine them into being."
She tilted her head at that, confused, "Imagine them into being?"
He laughed at her question, not meanly, but in a fond manner, "Devil magic is based on imagination as I told you. If you believe a spell should work a certain way and successfully justify it to you innate sense of logic, then that is the way it will work. Shiro and I have been studying physics and applying it to our spells, but that is not a tactic that works for everyone. Kasane, for example, is a lot more instinctual."
"It sounds as if insanity would be a significant advantage to Devil Mage in that case." She mused, causing him to give her a proud nod.
"Indeed. Most of the most powerful Devils have some degree of crazy to them and the way they use their Power. Would you like to join Shiro and I for our studies? If may help you come up with way s to justify the spells to yourself, instead of having to calculate it out as you are doing now."
"I would be glad to." She responded, nuzzling into the hand he had on her head.
"Good. Now, let's go over your spars and what could be improved…" She internally groaned at that, not looking forward to examining her failures. She didn't like it when she was first learning to fight with her old family and that had yet to change.
"If you are good, I will give you a treat." Damocles promised, causing her mood on the matter to quickly change.
Staring at the wide smile on her face, Shiro muttered under her breath, "Easy."
"Shush you, or do I need to bring up the chocolate brownies?" He tapped her in recrimination.
Shiro turned to look up at him with big, watery eyes, "Please don't. I love you Big Brother."
Damocles rolled his eyes, "I love you too."