A God’s Eternal Plan (8)

Previously

A wave of bitterness and heat exploded in his mouth, filling it up in seconds, and Willow squealed, beginning to swallow like his life depended on it, lips clamped to a fire hydrant filled with jizz as she flooded his stomach.

Her cock pulsed, over and over, and still more heaving ejaculate was pumped from seemingly limitless testicles, which pulsed like breathing organisms, forcing their loads down Grant's overworked throat as his eyes bugged out. The Demon God was so lost to her arousal that she was cross-eyed, gurning into the ceiling as she poured her slimy ejaculate into his belly, reveling in his taking of her effluence.

It didn't stop for nearly a minute, the figures sealed together, groin to face, contracting and expanding like an octopus releasing ink into the water around it, juddering in a tangle of sweaty limbs. The figure below was going red in the face from lack of oxygen, and when the river began to wain, he gratefully heaved air through his nose into his lungs.

When the Demon God's balls had finally emptied into Willow, the last tangy spurt hitting his tongue, she spoke between shaky breaths. "How exhilarating to take what's mine again."

Willow couldn't think. As she reluctantly pulled her cock from the insides of his throat, sliding out his lips, all Willow could feel was how exhausted he was. A healthy dose of sperm and saliva ran down his chin to which the Demon God noticed.

"A little more practice and you'll be as good as her," The Demon God said, noticing how her lover was dozing off already. "For now, sleep." She carried him into a bridal carry and poked his forehead as a runic symbol gleamed, making him fall limp in her arms.

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She turned her attention to the growing mass of anger in a bottle. "How do you do, old nemesis of mine?" Oh, the grin that was growing on her face when she sensed the Celestial Hero's death gaze circling around her neck, as if she wanted to slice it straight off. Unfortunately, she wouldn't die from something as simple as a beheading and it seems that the Celestial Hero this time, is perhaps the most prodigious incarnation yet. . .but again, she was much too young.

And to prove that she couldn't care less about her, the Demon God summoned her tentacles - the black, writhing mass of slick digits each arched from the ground, born from the eternal pool of darkness below. The tentacles then made their way over to the unconscious Willow, taking him away from her arms and gently holding him up, spread-eagled in the air —his nude body covered by slithering black, an erotic sight of defilement for his sister to see.

The Demon God stood before Willow, spreading her arms out like she was showing off what she had done to the Celestial Hero's beloved, little brother. "Are you not entertained?" The Demon God felt the intense, volcanic energy of light about to erupt from the Celestial Hero. Just a little more and she would be able to break apart this time-frozen world.

The Demon God smiled. She hadn't been this excited over her nemesis's incarnation since the first one. No, the one before her might have already surpassed the original in terms of raw talent, perhaps a play by her dear sister in the realm above. But it didn't matter. In the end, they were cursed to face each other for all of eternity, by powers that were far beyond a simple God-King.

The Demon God had achieved her goals and far more in this bleak town but the need to tease the little Hero one last time, escaped her. Of course, she still had enough wit and caution to silently prepare an instantaneous portal under her, invisible to the Celestial Hero who was blind with anger. After all, Celestial Heroes always managed to do the impossible, at the very last second. There was one incarnation where even on his deathbed managed a final powerful strike that killed her, dooming her to Hell for another century.

The Demon God stared straight into the golden eyes that looked like they wanted to kill her. "He's mine now." She smirked, snapping her fingers so that the tentacles brought the unconscious, nude body of Willow down —to her height before she gave his face a gentle caress. Then, still not breaking her stare-down with the Celestial Hero, she leaned her face closer to his and gave him a deep kiss, right in the Hero's eyes.

BOOM!

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

Elm roared with a sudden burst of light, as an aura of a Celestial Hero appeared behind her, buffing her so that she was on the same level as the Demon God temporarily before she lunged at her, blinding sword of light in hand.

But, she was too late. This was exactly why the Demon God had prepared an escape portal beforehand. Celestial Heroes always defied logic.

"Too bad," The Demon God and Willow disappeared instantly, only leaving behind her haunting laughter for the raging Celestial Hero whose strike had caused a massive crater, right where the Demon God used to be.

Time resumed. Murmurs and Moans of pain could again be heard. Houses continued burning down to ashes, smoke continued rising, everything returned to normal and if it weren't for the massive crater and the titanic corpse, no one would have thought that a battle had occurred. But for the moment, Elm couldn't care less about any of these things.

Her rage had only been fanned further by her frustration—her inability and powerlessness at having her brother stolen from her and since the Demon God had escaped, she now had no target to release her fury on. So instead of seeing the headless corpse of the Demon God, she instead only saw black as her buff and adrenaline wore off, heart and body completely shattered.

"Wi. . .ll," She tiredly muttered, holding out her hand as if Willow was there to catch it before she fell backwards, landing on destroyed pebbles and dust, feeling as if someone had snatched her soul away.

Then, she saw nothing but black.

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Ancient Woods, Outskirts Of Valterran Kingdom

With a silent whoosh of the wind, the Demon God and Willow appeared in the middle of the woods, where not even a single ray of light could make it through the thick canopy above. It smelt like rainwater, marshes and a cold yet comfortable air that refreshes one's lungs when breathed in. Monsters and the like wouldn't be a problem due to the simple fact that her repressed aura was already enough to scare most of them away. A problem did arise as, with the enhanced senses of the Demon God, she could see that she had unfortunately teleported to the domain of an annoying person.

"Hmph." With a silent grunt, her eyes narrowed into slits, glowering a deep red as she stared into the contained mass of energy rushing over to where she was. "That accursed sister of mine." Looking around the place however, she remembered when this was all nothing but a wasteland until her sister decided to move in here.

Now, it was all plants and greenery - something her sister so dearly loved and something she would never be able to understand. Black and Red were much better in her opinion.

"Mmn."

The Demon God released her ocular ability, eyes returning back to it's magenta color. A gentle smile came up to her face when she saw how Willow tousled and mumbled in her arms like a baby. "Adorable." Now that she was closely looking at him, without any Celestial annoyance, she could now clearly see that he indeed held her soul.

She sniffed his neck. Smelt like her too. Honestly, in all of his incarnations, other than his first, this was the longest she'd been with him. Perhaps her first sister's godly curse was weakening? Regardless, she wasn't one to ignore a chance when presented with one.

"Mine," She held the frame of his small face, swooning inwardly at how his entire face fit in one palm. Oh, how many wars had been incited due to this beauty? How many heads rolled to lay a claim on this body? To think that the simple, pure soul resting on her arms was the cause of a heavenly war and her banishment to the nethers.

This time, it would go different. She promised.