DxD 0147: Xenovia’s Guilt (1/2)
Abaddon spent another hour with Rias, fucking her in various positions and making her cum again and again before finally filling her up. That was when she was finally out of stamina and passed out; allowing Abaddon the time to bring his attention to his lovely knight who had been patiently waiting for him to pay attention to her.
‘More like impatiently …’ Abaddon looked at Xenovia’s expression of frustration as she tried her best to get free of the chains that bound her. The entire room was permeated with the smell of sex and lust while Abaddon spread out a lot of Aether all around himself, saturating the entire room. He had also used copious amounts of the same special energy on each of the girls to strengthen them by a significant margin. All that was right in front of Xenovia and she could see, hear, and smell everything, but she wasn’t allowed to partake. The situation left her aggrieved and desperate.
When Abaddon finally stood up from his bed, her gaze instantly met his as her tongue hung out of her mouth before she pulled it back, “Lord~” She slurred out.
Abaddon slowly approached her while admiring her bound form as she hung from the cross that he’d conjured up. With her arms and legs spread apart, each of her arms had two pairs of belts attaching them to the two arms of the cross. Similarly, with her legs, one belt was tied just above her ankle and the other just above her knee, holding both of them tightly stuck to the cross. Another belt ran along her belly, sticking her to the center of the cross.
“Hm?” Abaddon noticed one of the belts hanging from its hook, not having been affixed on Xenovia, “Aika forgot this,” He shook her head, “Forget it, she can get her punishment tomorrow.” He reached Xenovia and brought his hands to her neck.
“Lord~” The blue-haired knight slurred out as Abaddon grasped a collar-like belt that was attached to the back of the cross right behind her neck.
Abaddon shushed her with a look and wrapped the belt around her throat, tightening it enough to completely restrain her head in place, “You disappointed me, Xenovia,” He said, “Even after I gave you that pep talk, you still ran away from the difficult talk with Irina.” Looking into the girl’s trembling watery eyes, Abaddon cupped her cheek.
“I’m–Ack—” Xenovia tried to say something, but Abaddon tightened the collar even more, choking her and interrupting her apology. Abaddon’s hand that was cupping her cheek moved lower, gently tracing her collarbone with an almost ticklish touch. When he reached her perky and ample chest, his palm cupped around her breast the nail of his thumb scratched the surface of her areola. The feeling made her eyes widen as her face started gaining more and more red due to how she was unable to take even the faintest breath. When Abaddon scratched her sensitive nub at the tip of her mounds, Xenovia tried to yank her arm free from the restraints but was unable to as Abaddon made an irritable sensation run all over her body.
As his thumb flicked away from her erect nipple, Abaddon pulled his hand away from her breast as a resounding slap echoed through the room. A weak choke escaped Xenovia’s throat as the slap on her breast made her entire body shake. Abaddon kept looking into her eyes with a cold expression as his other hand moved to slap her other breast similarly, causing a weak choke to emerge from Xenovia’s throat.
With each slap, the knight’s breasts gained a deeper red hue as the marks started appearing on her flawless white skin. At the same time, her face had started turning blue due to the lack of air but she was still conscious and experiencing the pain of each slap clearly.
Only when Abaddon was satisfied with the redness of her breasts did he stop slapping her and loosen the belt around her throat, just enough that she was able to take light breaths, “Tomorrow, Irina will become a devil, just like you. You are to clear things with her and get the guilt off of your chest, understood? I don’t want you losing yourself in your angst and getting yourself hurt when it’s truly important.”
“U-under…stood, lord~,” She said breathlessly while still reeling from the stinging pain in her chest.
Abaddon didn’t say anything, but his hand slowly started trailing down her belly before his fingers entered her dripping pussy and lightly stimulated her, “Unlike the other girls, your reward will only come after you are finished with the talk you are supposed to have with Irina.” Abaddon said, pulling his fingers out as Xenovia whimpered pitifully while feeling a sense of loss.
“You will stay here for the rest of the night and reflect on your previous actions, Xenovia,” Abaddon said, “As my knight and my servant, you represent me. Act in a way befitting that, okay?” He held her cheek gently as she nodded her head with difficulty due to the belt around her throat still keeping her head restrained. “Good night,” Abaddon gave a light peck on her lips before walking away, leaving her tied to the cross. She was unable to say anything, not because of the breathlessness, but because she didn’t know what she could say. She kept her eyes fixed on him as he made his way back onto the bed and grabbed Rias and Akeno to sleep at his sides while Sona was pulled to sleep on top of him. As for Koneko, she was on Akeno’s side while Aika was on Rias’ side.
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The next morning, it was time for Irina’s reincarnation ritual to become Rias’ knight. The two women were in the Occult Research Club where Irina stood apprehensively at Rias’ side while the redhead had one hand on her forehead, massaging it, and sat on the couch.
“Just give me a minute, Irina,” Rias groaned out, “Last night was a little tiring and I didn’t get enough sleep. I hope you don’t mind waiting.”
“It’s okay, Rias-san,” Irina said, “I also need some time to prepare myself for such a major step.”
“Come on, take a seat. I will create the reincarnation circle in a few minutes,” Rias said while patting the couch beside her.
“I don’t mind standing,” Irina was still pretty tense and refused instinctively before regretting it, ‘It would’ve been better to agree, now I can’t sit …’
Rias seemed to read Irina’s thoughts and told her, “I insist, sit beside me.”
Irina didn’t say anything and stiffly walked around Rias’ legs and sat beside her as the redhead kept leaning her head back and massaging her temples.
Just as Irina took a deep breath, a magical flare followed by a yellow glow distracted her. Her head whipped to the side as Abaddon appeared from the circle while wearing some casual clothes, “You girls aren’t done yet?” He asked.
“What’s the hurry?” Rias asked without even turning her head toward him. She was familiar enough with his energy that the magical flare didn’t startle her in the slightest, “You were so rough last night, my head still hurts.”
“Who asked you to get up a second time?” Abaddon asked while approaching her, “If you had obediently stayed quiet and didn’t ask for another round, you would’ve woken up well-rested like the others.”
“Shut up …” Rias said weakly as her headache got agitated.
Abaddon stood behind her and pulled her hand away from her forehead. Grinning at the annoyed expression that appeared on Rias’ face, he put both hands on the sides of her head and placed his thumbs on her temples while massaging them, “Better?” He asked as he passed light traces of Aether into her body.
A pleasurable hum escaped Rias’ throat as her hands fell to her sides and her body lost its strength when the Aether started invading her head and directly mitigating her headache and fatigue.
Abaddon continued massaging Rias’ temples before turning to Irina who seemed fidgety and thoughtful, “How do you feel, Irina?” He asked her, startling her into looking at him.
She blinked her eyes at him, “I’m nervous,” She said with a stutter. “I confidently made my choice in Archangel Michael’s presence yesterday, but I don’t know if it was the right option. I’m about to abandon all my ideals and become one of the very beings that I swore animosity against.”
Abaddon smiled at her internal dilemma, “What does your heart tell you, Irina?” He asked. “Is what you are doing the correct move or not?”
“I …” She hesitated as her eyes turned to Rias — her to-be king, “I feel that Rias-san is a very compassionate person. She was willing to let me stay and accommodate me even though I was an enemy. There may have been an undertone of her wanting me to become her knight, but she never forced her decision upon me. She even facilitated my meeting with the leader of Heaven. I had ample opportunities to refuse her offer, but her sincerity … She is someone whom I can trust as my master.”
“Hear that, Rias?” Abaddon said, “Irina trusts and admires you.”
The redhead’s face was strangely similar to her hair in color, “I think we can start the ritual now, Irina.” She shook Abaddon’s hands off and cast the reincarnation circle for Irina, “You just need to stand in the middle of that circle.”
The devout woman had to suppress a chuckle as she stood up, “Abaddon-san was right, Rias-san. I do trust and admire you.” Her frayed nerves had calmed down as she realized that Rias was also the same age as herself.