DxD 0160: A Peculiar Spirit (2/2) *

“So what’s the deal with you?” Abaddon asked as he put his head on Kushia’s stomach and used her as a pillow. “I have some information about the newer members of the clan and saw a couple who were also alive when I was born. They didn’t age. What about you?”

“Why don’t you just kill me?” She asked him. “I hate you down to my bones, so what’s the point of keeping me here?”

“Call it personal curiosity,” Abaddon said. “It’s clear that you have some significance when it comes to my trial. I wish to see what it is.”

“You’re wasting your time,” Kushia said with a blank gaze at the horizon.

“Maybe,” Abaddon said. “But you see, I’ve made it a point to follow my desires to the fullest no matter what. And guess what?” Abaddon sat up and turned his head to look at Kushia’s naked, powerless form as she was forced to lie on the ground because of a degrading metal collar. “I desire to conquer you.”

“Go fuck yourself,” The woman spat as Abaddon grasped her breast. She tried to push him away, but her arms were literally powerless when she attempted to move them. She wasn’t even able to raise them up, let alone push her captor away.

“But I wish to fuck you, my new toy,” Abaddon said as he grasped her breast with one hand and his other hand went down between her legs.

“No …” She tried to turn away and tightly close her legs, but it was no use. She gasped when Abaddon’s fingers rested on her entrance and he started rubbing while continuing to tease her breasts.

“I’ll amuse myself with your cute virgin reactions for a while before continuing with my trial.”

“You really deserve to die …” The woman grunted while feeling aroused as Abaddon continued touching her in all the right spots.

Abaddon looked at her expression thoughtfully as she concealed her arousal behind a mask of anger and defiance. “Do you even like your clan?” He asked her.

“What?” She showed a confused expression at his words. “What does it matter? You brought my clan to ruin, that’s all that matters to me. You are the reason that I didn’t get to live the life I could’ve.”

“And what life could you have lived?” Abaddon asked with a curious expression. “The probability of you living and prospering is the same as that of you being killed in one of the early rebellions of the supporters of the old Satan clans. So tell me, Kushia,” Abaddon’s fingers penetrated the woman as she showed an expression of struggle. “Tell me exactly what life you are talking about.”

She didn’t have any answer for Abaddon, merely showing an angry expression that was trying its best to hide the pleasure that her body was experiencing.

“Tell me, Kushia,” Abaddon said, his voice deepening as Draconic Energy involuntarily escaped him, traces of the energy started wrapping around the blonde woman as she mechanically opened her mouth.

“I’ve seen my fate …” She said with a struggling expression. “I’ve seen myself as the Queen of the heir of Bael. You are the reason I didn’t get that.”

“And who showed it to you?” Abaddon asked, his fingers getting faster as Kushia bit her lower lip to suppress her moans.

“The–the ahn~” her response never came as her legs shook and a moan finally escaped her mouth as Abaddon continued thrusting his fingers in her while teasing her breasts. She was left panting almost violently as the orgasm died down and Abaddon stopped touching her.

“We’ll talk once I’m done with this second wave. By my estimates, it should take me a few days to completely take care of these low and middle-class members of your clan,” Abaddon patted the woman’s head as she showed him a hate-filled expression.

Abaddon left Kushia on the ground, chained to it by the degrading thick metal collar as she curled up to feel a sense of warmth in her post-orgasm state. Her eyes were filled with a complicated expression as she heard Abaddon speak out to the air to resume the trial.

She blankly gazed at the man as he overwhelmingly decimated the large numbers of devils, all of them belonging to her clan. She wasn’t struggling, she wasn’t even sure what she was feeling about the scene in front of her. She looked on blankly as Abaddon spent hours upon hours focusing on killing the spirits of the members of her clan. She saw him ask for a small break and spirits stopped appearing. She saw him turn around to look at her with his usual diabolical expression with a hint of fatigue in his eyes. She saw him approach her.

“No …” She shook her head, trying to wiggle away.

Abaddon shushed her, kneeling down on one knee as he grabbed her arms and turned her around, making her lie flat on her stomach. She groaned as Abaddon roughly grabbed her arms and held them behind her back. She felt some kind of soft material slithering along her arms and tightening around them. Soon, her arms were tied behind her back, making her struggles useless.

Abaddon turned her around once again, “This is better.” He said before laying his head on the woman’s stomach.

“Go away …” Kushia struggled a little, but it was useless. The ropes were taut against her arms, making it impossible for her to free herself. She couldn’t even locate any knots that she could try to open to free herself.

“No,” Abaddon turned a little and raised his hand. Kushia’s struggle was meaningless as he stroked her still-wet entrance for a few seconds before pulling away. He made himself comfortable once again while looking up at the sky that had an everpresent dusky color to it.

She calmed down a little as Abaddon removed his hand, but a weak moan escaped the woman’s lips before she suppressed it. She felt like her entrance was being subjected to some kind of constant vibrations that stimulated her. “What did you do?”

“I’m asking the questions here, Kushia,” Abaddon said. The vibrations intensified, making it even harder for the woman to suppress herself from reacting. “Tell me, what do you feel toward your clan?” He asked her.

“I’m not telling you … anything,” She said with difficulty.

“It doesn’t work that way,” Abaddon said with a light sigh as a moan was forced out of Kushia’s mouth by the intense vibrations. “You answer and I keep the pleasure to a level that it doesn’t feel like torture and maybe even make you feel good.”

“Just kill me damnit …” She groaned as the vibrations became manageable again.

“I’ll ask again,” Abaddon said as his Draconic Energy acted to bring his desires to fruition. “Tell me, Kushia. What do you feel toward your clan?”

The woman’s resistance didn’t seem to be as high as one would expect, “I’m not really sure …” She answered as Abaddon lowered the vibrations further to a manageable level. “They’re my clan, I should naturally feel camaraderie with them, but I don’t …” She snapped out of it, pressing her lips together as Abaddon intensified the vibrations again, making her moan weakly before she suppressed it but stayed quiet.

Her captor smiled after hearing what she’d spoken, “What about that so-called fate of yours?” He asked her. “Since you were supposed to become the Queen of the heir of Bael, how was your relationship with your clan? I can’t imagine a high-class devil such as yourself being sold away to another clan.”

It took a bit of coaxing and coercing from Abaddon and his Draconic Energy before her answer finally came, “Not good … I was banished and stripped of my title as a member of the clan before becoming my master, Sairaorg-sama’s queen.”

“Good girl …” Abaddon intensified the vibrations that were assaulting Kushia, making her moan out loud — too tired to continue suppressing her voice. “I know now how you feel toward your clan, Kushia,” He said. “You are indifferent toward them. You don’t care about your clan beyond the fact that you share the same bloodline.” Kushia wasn’t able to refute Abaddon’s words amidst her moans, but they hit her like a truck as she was forced over the edge.

An overwhelmed moan escaped Kushia’s lips as her emotions got all mixed up, and the orgasm sent a rush of satisfaction into her mind. This time, however, the stimulation didn’t stop after the single orgasm. Abaddon didn’t ask her any questions, but the vibrations were just as intense as before, and Kushia was forced to continue moaning as she felt her body tipping over the edge a second time. The forceful orgasm made her feel both helpless and aroused as she felt a fleeting sense of satisfaction in her mind.

The vibrations finally stopped after the second orgasm, allowing the woman some respite as she took deep breaths. Abaddon got up from Kushia’s stomach and, without a word, walked forward. He continued his trial.