Dantalion (2): Devilish Intrusion and Submissive Bath
The air near the ceiling began to shimmer. It gradually sharpened into focus, taking on a distinct outline.
『Ta-da!』
Just as she said, it was the shape of a woman.
Not some succubus in skin-tight latex wielding a whip, but an office lady in a women's suit clutching a binder.
『How about it? Feels like you're meeting a grand duke of hell, doesn't it?』
"Feels fucking awful."
『You cocky little shit.』
She flashed a smile and zipped right up to me like a phantom, flicking the bridge of my nose with her finger.
I hadn't noticed from afar, but up close, she was towering. Beyond her massive tits—bigger than my head—seductive eyes gazed down at me. The only sign that she was a brutal lord of hell was the huge cross-shaped scar beneath one eye.
"Come to think of it, that was all your doing, right? Acturus acting like a bitch in heat today."
『'All' of it? Nah, I just rattled her mind a bit. Heh heh.』
This was getting serious. Ishtar's sacred whore ritual required the subject's complete, voluntary consent.
I'm yours. I'll accept your cock. I'll gladly get pregnant. I'll live as your woman, not my former self... Only if she harbored those thoughts willingly could the magic take hold.
In other words, if this massive demon bitch meddled in Acturus's training by messing with her head, the ritual's failure rate would skyrocket.
"...Don't interfere."
『Intewfeew? Kyahahahaha! Pissing you off, huh, you little bastard?』
So goddamn childish.
Dantalion had seemed so dignified and terrifying when communication was impossible, but who knew her real personality was this?
Her antics were so juvenile that I couldn't even muster real anger anymore.
"What do you want? Not my soul—that's yours after I kick the bucket when I'm old and gray."
『You con artist!』
"You got conned, bitch!"
『Haaah~ What a psycho.』
Dantalion clutched her face and sighed, clearly stressed.
『How the hell did I end up contracted to a guy like this, getting drained dry?』
Even looking this sloppy, she had near-omniscient powers and knew every secret across all space-time—a duke of schemes among the 72 demons. This could all be an act. I couldn't let my guard down.
"Just answer me."
『What do I want? Obviously—fuck like crazy.』
"What?"
『What 'what'? Keep pounding away like you were. Since ancient times, perverted lust and copulation have been prime energy sources from devil worshippers. You know that, right? If I can't devour your soul, at least churn out those byproducts like a good boy!』
So she planned to leech off the lust energy generated from training Acturus like a parasite.
『Parasite? To a lady?』
"Lady my ass."
The goal made sense, but it didn't mean she wouldn't disrupt my plans.
What to do?
Should I dig through the Infip Bible or the Index of Forbidden Books right now and set up a forced banishment ritual? Evicting a 72-demon ranker already entrenched inside would burn insane resources...
As I scowled in thought, Dantalion grinned mischievously and slung an arm around my shoulder like a buddy.
Squish♡
She was a head taller with enormous tits, so my head sank right into them.
『Worried about exorcising me? No need, kiddo.』
Come to think of it, she'd been reading my mind effortlessly this whole time.
『That's a given, right? We're soul-bound contractors, tighter than husband and wife. Gotta read thoughts.』
"I can't read yours."
『Peeking into a lady's heart ain't the deal.』
Something about her rubbed me the wrong way. Every word grated on my nerves.
『Whining to your big sis? Aww~』
This wasn't working. I had to drag this bitch out somehow. Letting her parasitize Acturus's body like this made the Ishtar ritual way too risky.
『No need. I wanna help you.』
"You? Help me?"
Ridiculous. As much as I hate to admit it, considering I'd smacked her around, she'd sabotage me before helping.
Demons were pros at sweet-talking, after all.
『For real. And be honest—do you even have the juice to boot me out? Huh, little guy?』
...As humiliating as it was, she had a point.
My occult powers came from her. Sure, Catholic or Kabbalistic exorcism might work, but forcing out a dug-in Dantalion at full resistance? Tough sell.
『Trust your big sis once. I won't bite.』
Damn it.
"Promise one thing. No more messing with Acturus's mind. If you toy with her psyche, I'll make your life hell."
『Ooh, scary~ Fine, fine. I won't.』
"Nngh... Uh...?"
『Whoa! That big-titted nun's stirring. I'm out! Catch ya later, contractor kid.』
With that, Dantalion vanished back into Acturus's body in a flash. At the same moment, Acturus awoke from her orgasmic haze, blinking blearily around before her face flushed crimson.
I hurriedly refocused on her. Whatever Dantalion's game was, I'd deal with it later. Right now, keeping Acturus from sensing anything off was priority.
"Sleep well?"
I grinned and waved. She bowed her head, mumbling.
"...I lost."
"Huh?"
"I lost..."
"So what now?"
"I'll... use polite speech... sir."
Hearing polite words from that arrogant saint? Fuuuck, electric.
"And?"
"...One minute of skinship per day... sir..."
"Good girl."
Pat pat.
Unlike before, she didn't swat my hand away from her head. Looked like the hierarchy was finally sinking in.
"Please untie me now... sir."
Her squirting had washed away most of the nectar, easing the itch, but her pussy was probably still burning.
I neatly removed the leather straps binding her limbs.
"Feel sticky?"
"Yes..."
Honestly, being restrained in mating press position for so long without a slipped disc or worse proved her freakish recovery.
"Let's shower. Hot steam, nice-smelling body wash."
Her eyes widened, lips twitching up.
"Cute when you smile."
Twitch.
"I wasn't smiling... sir."
So damn tsundere.
I gently took her hand and led her upstairs. No need to be harsh with a woman who'd submitted. I'd hammered in the pecking order; she wouldn't rebel for a while.
Shhh—
Steam filled the bathroom as soon as I turned on the warm water. After hours of training, her body was probably stiff and cold—time to thaw it.
"What're you waiting for? Strip and get in."
"You leave first, then I will."
Acturus tilted her head. That "you" wasn't "honey," but after hearing "crazy bastard," it sounded downright pleasant.
"Why would I? I'm here to wash you."
"...Huh? You? Me?"
She scowled, incredulous. What was the big deal?
"What's wrong with that? I've seen your pussy, your loose holes, your ass. Watched you piss in the bucket, stuffed your squirting hole full of fun toys..."
"S-stop! I get it, just stop talking!"
Girls are weird. We've seen it all, and she's blushing over a wash?
"Haa..."
She pondered, then—dying for a rinse—obediently started peeling off her nun habit.
Sweat-soaked and clinging, it peeled away like rind from ripe fruit.
"...Don't stare like that, sir."
Face red, she coyly covered her nipples and pussy.
"Into the tub."
She turned away and slipped in. I aimed the showerhead at her arm with warm water.
"Temperature okay?"
Nod nod.
"I'll wash myself, so please leave, sir. I behaved—let me shower in peace..."
She had me pegged. Bullying didn't work; begging did. Full acceptance.
"Super sticky?"
"Of course! Extremely."
"Where?"
"Obviously...!"
About to blurt "down there," she pursed her lips and glared.
"Kidding. But I'm the expert—half-ass it, and you might have issues later."
Flinch.
"W-what!?"
"I know exactly how to clean it. Spread 'em nice."
"Eek, b-but I can do it my—"
"Good girl? You promised to obey. And I know your body better than you. How deep, how thorough—I've checked every inch."
"Nngh..."
She squeezed her thighs, biting her lip. Seemed humiliated that I knew her body better.
"Legs apart. Can't skimp on this."
"..."
Her legs parted slowly. Fear of pussy problems won out.
"Here comes the water."
Shhh!
The jet hit her swollen clit dead-on. Acturus buckled, a guttural moan escaping.
"Oook!?♡"
I felt her heavy tits plop onto my head, but she was too wrecked to care.
Twitch, twitch twitch!♡
Her virgin nun body—zero masturbation, barely any sex ed—was utterly remade by my training.
"Straighten your back or I can't clean properly."
"Hic♡ Th-the jet's too strong, it's stiiimulating..!"
"Getting off from a wash? Some nun—way too slutty."
"Hot♡ It's y-your fault... Hoook?♡"
She wasn't wrong. Showerhead masturbation rivals desk-edge for entry-level girl wanks.
I squirted body wash between her thighs and rubbed. She lasted seconds before clamping my head in a hug and climaxing.
"C-cumming..♡ F-fuck..♡"
"Can't take it. I'm stripping too."
Time to pull back. One step.