C45 Choker

'Oh well—it obviously isn't that important if I can't remember.'

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"What are they doing in there?" Sera wonders allowed, "If the house wasn't reinforced, it would've crumbled by now."

She and Lana were both watching late-night television in the living room.

"Is that, um—Satana—really not telling Brother what he want's to know that he would have to torture her so much?" Lana's also clueless.

Getting up, Sera starts walking back to the spare room, "Let's go and see, maybe we can help."

"Mm," Lana nods and follows.

Before reaching the door, however, they both slowed down.

"Nn, ahh!"

They started hearing more than just shouts of pain.

For some reason, Lana felt she had to be quiet and whispered, "What's that? It doesn't really sound like torture."

"I know; no one Brother's ever tortured sounded like that," her sister felt the same urge, "let's peak."

"Do you think we should?" Lana grabbed her arm.

Giving a sly lance to Lana, she answers, "You never stopped to question all the times we've done it before, while he's working or sleeping."

Lana, as if she never asked, let go and crouched down along with Sera.

Cracking the door open, they looked in.

Upon registering what they saw, both completely froze; they didn't even breathe.

Blood and other unknown liquids were everywhere throughout the room, but that didn't faze them, as they've seen far more gruesome scenes.

What they stared at was the demon woman, Satana, they'd caught earlier.

She was on top of Zadkiel, and it looked, to them, like she was riding him.

Seeing this, all their thought processes had come to a halt, and they could only look on in silence.

They watched as she hugged him tightly, grinding him in what looked like a passionate display of lust and affection on her part.

Sometime after, they both 'shook,' Satana much more so than Zadkiel; then they changed positions, repeating the process in some other way.

As the two watched on for an unknown amount of time, their thoughts slowly came back to them.

'I—didn't think we were the same.'

They know exactly what they're watching, but they'd always assumed it was a human practice, as the only reason they even looked human was because of them hiding their true features.

Add to that, Zadkiel never told them how their kind worked and had 'grown' their bodies by himself, nor have they ever seen him 'in action' the entire time they've lived here.

He never even hinted to them that they 'work' in a similar fashion to humans, and thus, it's left them with a gap in their knowledge.

One that's quickly being filled, and once it is...

They watched them go through different phases and positions, sometimes incredibly passionate, while others were brutal past the most extreme.

'I—why.'

The two soon felt something they've never felt before.

'Itchy.'

Without looking away, they moved their hands to it but didn't do much more, as they didn't know what it was—though it wouldn't take long for them to figure out.

That wasn't all, however.

Intertwined with their newly discovered carnal desires was a deeper, more foundational awakening.

A previously locked part of themselves was unlocked, and its influence spread with wild abandon.

Its only goal, its only desire, its only purpose; was to become whole; to return where it belongs.

'Home.'

Both Sera and Lana started tearing up as they knew exactly what this feeling was.

'Why, Brother? Why did you put yourself through so much?!'

It was something they just now realized had been all but absent since their 'birth.'

The block on their powers was also meant to block the constant attraction towards Zadkiel and any influence it may have on their development.

It's just that Zadkiel would've needed to take on the entirety of the discomfort by himself.

With that realization, and the influx of old and new sensations, Lana lost reason and started crawling forward.

Sera, who still hadn't lost herself completely, held onto her and hugged her from behind before she was able to touch the door.

"Don't," she whispered, "He'll n-notice us."

Why they thought he didn't already notice as soon as the connection was returned to normal is unknown.

"B-but—I want."

"I do too, b-but," Sera swallowed hard before finishing, "he'll take us and—take us—when he thinks we're ready."

But in her head, she thought, 'I hope.'

"You think s-so?"

Sera nodded, "Let's watch for now... We need to know what to do when 'that' time comes."

And so they sat.

Slowly 'learning' and discovering exactly what that 'itchy' feeling was from before.

Eventually, after what could very well have been days, Zadkiel and Satana wound down.

The succubus had her legs wrapped around one of Zadkiel's, slowly grinding it as she worshipped his rod.

She licked it from bottom to top, savoring it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

She left no place untouched as she had to make sure he was cleaned of her 'filth' and then 'emptied' one last time.

"You're," -slurp- "almost," -sluurrp- "clean."

Finishing, she looked up at him and asked in a sultry tone, "Can I do it one more time? I—really—wanna taste it again~"

Seeing Zadkiel nod, she got closer to his throbbing mass and started stroking it with both hands.

It was too big to suck properly, but she'd learned how to lick and stimulate it in the right spots.

Eventually, she noticed something.

Putting her lips on the tip, she sucked as hard as she could on the monstrosity she's still unable to fully accommodate down below.

Zadkiel grunted and held her by the horns, forcing her to take even more of his rod.

"Mmph."

Satana takes it happily, even if her jaw is threatening to dislocate, and is eagerly waiting for what's to 'come,' though she doesn't notice the smirk on his face.

"If you want it so much, then you can have it."

Zadkiel releases, but the load is more than normal.

"But don't waste a—single—drop."

Satana's mouth is quickly filled, but there's still more.

She tries swallowing while going through the umpteenth mouth orgasm she's had so far, but she can't get it all, and eventually, it starts escaping from her nose.

She catches it with her hands, but—

"Tsk, tsk, tsk."

She misses one drop.

"You wasted some."

Satana, mid-orgasm, widens her eyes and looks at him; she can only focus on his smirk.

'Oh, that smirk—it's so—so—mmm,' her orgasm intensifies, and her eyes roll up.

Pulling her up by a horn, he made her face him.

"Don't forget—" he traced her cheek with a finger, drawing blood, "one year is all you have."

After that's said, she starts clutching her neck in pain; she would be screaming, but she can't make any noise.

A tattoo was appearing on her neck; it looked like a choker made from black chains.

"This is my mark; it means you belong to me..."

After it was done, he threw her through a newly made portal like a sack of potatoes.

"If you fail, then the next time we meet won't be so pleasant; but if you succeed, well, who knows."

After she's gone, he licks his finger clean, "Hmm, sweet," then he starts dressing.

That's also when Sera and Lana sneak away.

They didn't get to see him glance at the door, muttering, "You two could've at least put up some barriers if you wanted to hide."

Then he looked down at the massive wet spots where they used to be.

'And cleaned up after yourselves.'

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Laying down in my bed after snapping the spare bedroom clean, I thought, 'Was that really the best way?'

I had forgotten about them for a short while, but I noticed when they arrived.

I was originally going to stop, but then I felt the block I'd put on them 'tremble,' so to speak.

At that point, I was left with the choice to either let them see the one thing I'd kept from them or continue stunting their growth like I'd been doing, although subconsciously.

I started laughing at myself, 'I guess no matter how strong you become, change will still be uncomfortable, especially if it's personal and holds no certain outcome.'

Noticing the connection between me and the girls no longer restricted, I smile, 'Besides, when the block disappeared, I was able to focus on the 'task' at hand much better.'

I decided to give them a very long and 'educational' lesson to make sure they'll ace the final 'exam.'

Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes to start sleeping, but I notice a fragrance.

'Ah, how could I've forgotten,' I reopen my eyes only to see two pajamaed individuals sneaking in my bed, 'they have their full power back so they can actually sneak up on me—at least somewhat.'

At a speed which was still but a blink to them, I took both in my arms.

"Now, what could possibly entice two vivacious young women to sneak into a man's bed," I greedily sniff at Lana's neck, "especially when they look so—tasty~"

Lana went stiff and was thoroughly out of commission after I did that.

Luckily, Sera still had some wherewithal to answer.

"We came to let you rest," she looked at me, "We know how much you've been doing for us, so—"

She escaped from my arm and climbed up on me, straddling my waist amateurly, and said, "Brother—"

Then she leaned down while holding my head tenderly.

Looking in my eyes with hers which were growing teary, she continued, "My dear brother, Zadkiel," she stroked my cheek, "Put down your burdens and rest."

Putting her forehead on mine, "We are with you once again," then she kissed me.

It started slow, but eventually, it grew more energetic.

We battled with tongues more fierce than any prophets of old.

Our breathing became more and more haggard, though we didn't even need air, and we started to feel and grope each other.

'You've grown exceptional plump; I can't even hold everything in my hands, and that's saying something considering how big they are.'

We would've progressed even further but—it was over before that could happen.

She turned into golden fire which then floated into me.

Before I could react to her disappearance, someone else jumped on me and stole my lips from—nobody.

To punish Lana's sneakiness, I smacked her ass and squeezed.

"Mmph," I didn't let her lips go.

Eventually, we did the same, and I came to another judgment.

'A bit smaller, but they're just perfect, they fit in my hands like a tailor-fit glove.'

Lana was completely entranced by everything we did but her grip on me was enough to crush a steel pillar.

But as with Sera, Lana also disappeared into golden energy, though not before saying, "Rest..."

With them gone, I'm left alone-but-not-alone, 'Should I tell them?'

The prolonged absence of them in my 'soulscape,' while not particularly comfortable, didn't take quite as big a toll as they think.

I shake my head, 'Definitely not.'

"Heh, heh, heh."

'I really won't have to hold back with them; I can go full throttle without worrying about—' I look around at the completely eviscerated bed.

"Hmm."

'Maybe Earth isn't the best place to do it though,' I think while ignoring the mess and close my eyes.

Laying in the scraps of my bed, I drift off to have one of my best sleeps in years.

'Would anyone care if Mars or one of Saturn's moons blew up...'

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//Note//

No, they aren't dead, nor have they disappeared.

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I feel like I may have rushed it a bit at the end; I don't really know.

I don't really care.

I also can't shake the feeling that I'm forgetting something...

Ha, ha, ha; but as the MC said:

"Oh well—it obviously isn't that important if I can't remember."

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In the next chapter, the MC will go to the new world/universe/whatever-it's-called.

I'll warn now, and I'll probably warn again in the next chapter.

I'll be heavily modifying the next world based on fan lore and my own preferences.

Not in the 'gender-bend everybody' way, but in the 'make everything more badass!' way.

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If you're worried about him being nerfed, don't worry, I'm not.

I'm never going to take away his power or anything, but that doesn't mean he'll use all his power either.

Sadly, I didn't think forward and made him too OP right out of the gate, and now I have to come up with ways to make the story not boring.

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I've got an idea!

Just imagine that he can turn on GodMode whenever he wants to;; otherwise, he's just role-playing.

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This is actually a really good way to describe the MC.

Why doesn't he use all his powers all the time?

Well...

How long do games stay fun when you have GodMode on?

For a while, but most games quickly run dry and boring.

...

Or, you just turn into a raging slaughter demon that doesn't give two shits about the mission objective.

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