Soulstagger's Less Appropriate Place

Everything floods to her overwhelmed mind like the imminent threat of a failing dam, the excuses she wouldn't dare utter, knowing that disobedience was a crime very few got away with in Jeanne's eyes. That she still had her life... was it part of the punishment, or a mercy...?

Her body was dying. Slowly, like the sensation of burning creeping at a tortuous pace deeper with every moment, held together only by the sheer eminence of Akane's soul... but this is what Jeanne wanted. Catastrophe.

Deva.

Was she being called Deva...? No, no- no no no no nonononononononono-!!

In response to her emptions, the intensity of her meltdown explodes with despair- dying, burning alive, crushed to death, having her soul torn out, left as a seedbed like her mother's lesser claims... in this moment, anything would've been better. Anything, than to be called that name- the name of a family traitor, a ghost of a sister she's longed to extinguish all traces of, the one she hates the most...

"NOOOOOO-!!!! IT'S-!! NOT-!!! TRUE!!!! I'M BETTER THAN DEVA!!! I'M- I'M- I'M BETTER THAN HER!! I'M BETTER THAN HEEEERR!!! I SWEAR IT!!! MOMMYYY- D-DON'T TAKE IT AWAY!!!"

She can't stop her hands from clinging to Jeanne's arms, her miserable cries coming from deep within rather than the ruined remnants of her lungs. She was a pitiful sight, the worst state of her life she'd ever been in, even when she begged for mercy after her mother almost put her to the sword.

If there was more she had in mind to say, it died in her mind, the last grasp of sanity she had suddenly being wrung to static as the Red Witch takes hold of her. In this state, it alone was enough to drive her over the edge- but then came the thrust.

The line between physical, mental and spiritual blurred in such a way that she couldn't hope to comprehend. What were her thoughts, feelings or sensations, where she even was... nothing. Whatever her body was doing was beyond her. Dying, decaying, she couldn't even try to conjure a thought on it.

All that she could focus on was Jeanne. To be hers, used and claimed and thoroughly loved was Akane's one desire. She'll give her strong daughters, become even mightier with her new gift, as atonement for her audacity.

Yet as clear as day, she would hear Jeanne speak, a voice so mind melting, anything else might have evaporated with such power. "Calling yourself my prized daughter. Knowing utterly my disdain for any affection I do not outright control."

Movement, slow agonizing movement that feels like the most torturous moment of Akane's life, but at the same moment the most pleasurable soul fucking experience she'll ever taste.

Being the daughter of the Red witch, the witch who wishes to control everything down to how even atoms interact, and expecting her not to act with just petty envy and jealousy.

Even Akane knows, the most stained betrayal in the Red's history is that of Lust's love picking someone else over Jeanne. And how her most trusted daughter before them, was Envy. Her two strongest facets of her own soul, a burning lusting envy, the green of envy and the red of passion and lust.

It would be like a radioactive fire, perhaps now as Akane is made to feel her entire essence fucked like a womb. That she might see why she's being made to melt down. How she is supposed to be the prized daughter, yet she foolishly does everything wrong.

She is perfect, the one to replace those horrible traitors, to consume Deva one day.

Her hand shifts up inside Akane's body, reaching up towards her heart to clasp around it. Though her hand passes through Akane's body, that soul grasping spell that only Jeanne knows. That tinkering devilry, how it still feels like she's holding on to both Akane's body and her insides.

Slowly that meltdown starts to smother out, Akane's everything is being put back together, dragged piece by piece inside her. How easily Jeanne controls her own daughter, dragging her forward so that Jeanne's shaft perfectly knocks past her cervix, Akane returned to full form and brought against Jeanne.

"Do you understand, you are ALL mine. And any thought otherwise, will only lead to ruin." A thrust, Akane's gifted nothing but pleasure now.

"I will allow you to keep this gifted womb, and one child from me. Use it as you see fit, that is your reward. Spread your influence that way, like Siran who could conjure a candy and provide weak humans with power...you may create as many horrible creations as you wish to birth.... but before you do..."

"Yeah, man. Whatever you s-Woah..." Though it was definitely nerves making him react that way, the briefest glimpse at what this guy was rocking certainly set a certain emptiness in Kai's gut into a knot of twisted feelings. Hunger, shock, even a bit of envy. Not like he wasn't hung himself, no. More like putting it to use was never as satisfying as...being used himself.

Probably why he elected to keep his jaw clenched shut the entire time he changed to avoid saying something too beyond him. That he'd put his massive chest to work on the guy, keep him bound by his tail and just-

"No, dammit. How hungry am I? It's just the one dude, keep it to-fucking-gether, man..."

It's polite. But there's nothing being hidden, and there's no reason to be ashamed of feeling a bit heated after a great workout. It's only when Kai enters and sits, that Jupiter jumps up, towel over his shoulder as he puts more water on the smoldering rocks.

A fancy place for fancy people, and the perfect sauna. Not an ounce of shame, he turns to Kai, standing right in front of them, everything on display.

"Not sure how much steam you want. Hmm hey you alright you look..." Well maybe he does notice something else about Kai, their chest is rather large and round. Just the sight stirs a little reaction, the first since they've met.

A spring of that hot rod, but he's too lost in thought to consider how uncomfortable it might be for any guy to be staring another's meat down like that.

"A little feverish, you alright? Is it too hot?"

The alienlike nature of her body was quite exciting to Fumi. She licked her lips eagerly. This was going to be quite fun for her. She's quite curious to discover where it's sensitive and just what it takes to excite her partner.

"A howdy is just a western way of saying hello."

With the mobility that Fumi is able to manage she leans forward and presses a kiss to what seems to be the head of the shaft. Kissing quickly turns to licking as she runs her tongue sloppy style all over the strange tendrily appendage. Taking care to taste each part that she can and to explore its texture. Almost like a strange xenobiologist.

Thus with that same cold indifferent look, as Fumi kisses the tip of that alien shaft, Heart mumbles. "Howdy..then.."

Simply trying to meet greeting with greeting, but Heart is hardly a human nor has she ever truly associated or integrated with societies before. Only one, in a smaller fishing village, was she ever truly apart of anything.

"Is it to your liking?" It tastes simply of the ocean, soft salty feeling with a strange sort of fresh taste. Everything screams born of the ocean, brimming with line as the shaft seems to stiffen and lengthen more.

The fallen angle leans in, wrapping her arms about the girl and pulling her into a passionate kiss. At the same time, she can feel her feet leaving the ground, as Narsilet picks her up and leans further and further back, until they're falling towards what had been an empty pool.

There's the sound of a splash, and the feeling of rubber, a pool float having appeared beneath them. But something about that splash felt... wrong, it wasn't as big as it should have been, the water had not displaced right. And the feeling of it, at the edges o the pool float...

When Narilst pulls back from that kiss, Flavia would find the swimming pool had been filled to the brim with shining, scarlet fluid. Blood from a colossal bleeding heart, placed there to catch them. Before she can think too much about it, however, she finds the angel has placed something against her lips, the tip of her devil-like wings.

"Look at you, framed by such a lovely colour... Blue and gold, framed in red, truly an art piece."

She lifts up Flavia's leg, slowly licking from the knee to the tip of the toes, while letting her enjoy the tip of her wing. Flavia's oral fixation is, to the angel, a little contagious. And if the angel is going to get licked and suckled, isn't it only fair if she reciprocates? Such gentle affection, compared to what either of them are used to. but this is... nice ,in its own way.

"And today, I am an artist. I will make you all the more lovely in my arms."

A memory gap filled with a fixation she never invited, that she has never dealt with in her life. And now those lips are fixated on trying to feel something against them, so much so she hardly offers any push back when Narsilet starts to lean them towards the pool.

Flavia can feel it, though their bodies are caught by the float, the extremities sink a little into that thick blood, hands that grab the edges of the float find red, the tips of her feet dip.

Even across her beautiful gold and blue, little splatters of blood from the odd splash mark her as she exists the kiss.

"Na...." The wings hush her, they silence thoughts that are simply not needed. Her tongue lulls over the tips, her body so easily moved so Narsilet can adore her physique, the feeling of her legs being traced is almost as thrilling as the utterly consuming feeling of those wings at her lips.

She can't stop her licking, the suckling on them, pulling her blood covered fingers to drag across her wings. Soon, the stain of red touches her lips, yet all she can do...

The hermit wishes to rush this, but that would be a waste.

Little tugs of the leash are all that's needed. Tenshi muses as to whether it's out of desperation, or if she's secretly enjoying this, anticipating every step.

"Look, see? That wasn't so bad, here's some of your clothing now." Three corners and between some bushes, a pathway with few sight lines. So far Kasen is being led through areas that she might not be spotted in, but will that last? At this first stop, however, there's only one piece of the clothing she seeks. Specifically the bandages for her arm. The celestial even helps her pull them together! But then she gets a look in her eye...

"Look at that, you have four limbs again! Ah, but..."

She reaches up, grabbing a fistful of the back of Kasen's hair, pulling her down.

The Celestial doesn't even need to pull it herself, the tension hits and Kasen has to meekly return to her side as she fails three times to guess the direction. Simple little pulls has Kasen standing with the edges of her top pulled, trying to keep the tent from being seen.

Or perhaps trying to keep the growing feeling of arousal from being noticed, this entire this was getting out of control. And sadly, things weren't going to get too much better. It's thankfully her arm, she can properly pull her clothes down more. Only...

"W-what is this? It's only my arm, and." It's sudden, but that's what is needed to bring her to her hands and needs. Clothing barely holding anything bad, her breasts sway so openly despite the fabric she has.

From behind she can feel the cool breeze and humid heat from the springs. Even that thing waves as she's forced to walk like this.

The evening light shines on her back, how provocative this hermit is right now, her hair all messy and her clothing rather pulled to it's limits.

"I'll get you back for this, I swear it. Just... get on with it. Where are my underwear..."