DxD 0180: Self-Fulfillment (1/2) *
After the meeting with Baraqiel, which was more confrontation than conversation, Akeno told her father off and left the room. Abaddon also left after her, leaving the Fallen Angel to stew in his thoughts, alone in the room.
As Abaddon followed Akeno, she suddenly grabbed his hand and led him to her bedroom.
“What do I do, A-kun?” Akeno asked Abaddon. “Do you remember that day at the shrine?”
Abaddon held her chin and made her look up, “The day you told me about your history with your father? Every moment of it. Even the part where I put the belt on you.”
“Then you know that my mother is dead because of that man.” Her voice was intense and wrathful. “He abandoned us in our time of need!”
Abaddon shushed her, combing his fingers through her hair. “Tell me,” He asked her. “Would you prefer it if he were gone from your life? Forever. Never to talk to you again.”
“I would …” Akeno’s wrathful momentum completely disappeared as she felt her heart pounding. “I don’t know damn it! Just fuck me, will you? Make my mind go blank so that I don’t have to think about it anymore.” She pushed him onto the bed and straddled him, pushing her body against his and grinding her crotch on him.
“As tempting an offer as that is, my Akeno,” Abaddon said. “This moment is something of a crossroads for your relationship with your father. Right now, you either decide that you truly and completely wish to cut him out of your life, or you try to accept and forgive him.”
“I will never forgive that man.” She said, her eyes glassy with tears.
“Let me put it in a different way,” Abaddon said, tracing his palm up her back and resting it on her nape. He used his thumb to apply pressure on the back of her neck, making her feel calmer. “What would you feel if I stabbed Baraqiel with a spear of Destruction? One that would kill him within seconds. Choose. Will you let him die, or will you try to save him?”
“No!” Akeno shook her head. “Don’t ask me that. That’s horrible.”
“See?” Abaddon spoke. “You can’t even imagine the man on the brink of death, let alone actually letting him die. I’ll ask again, do you wish that he completely stayed away from you, or would you rather try to mend your relationship with him?”
“You …” Aleno looked at him aggrievedly. “You always do this. I just wanted to forget, and you put me in such a difficult spot. How am I supposed to forgive the man responsible for my mother’s death?”
“Was he truly, Akeno?” Abaddon asked her. “Think deeply about it for a moment.”
“I don’t have it in me right now, A-kun …” Akeno sighed tiredly as her posture slouched, “I don’t know what to do …”
“You’re just lacking some motivation,” Abaddon said, kissing her deeply. “If you take a step in mending your relationship with your father, even a small step like making him a bento box, I will give you a special gift tonight. Remember my promise back when we were training together?”
“The one about taking me and Rias …” Akeno looked up at him with slight apprehension and expectation.
“That one,” Abaddon nodded. “What do you say?”
“I could do that,” She said biting her lower lip, “Can you give me some courage? I feel like my heart’s about to burst from the tension.”
“Such a needy devil,” Abaddon shook his head. “Come here,” He tightened his hold over her nape and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss that she couldn’t pull back from. His other hand made its way to her skirt, tearing it away from her as he squeezed her ass. She squealed in his mouth as he uncoupled the base of the butt plug that she wore semi-permanently, only taking it off when she would join fights.
Akeno writhed in Abaddon’s arms as he slowly pulled out her butt plug until it was halfway out before letting go as it got sucked back in. Akeno reacted to each of the movements in a unique manner, writhing and moaning each time he messed with the plug. After teasing her for a while, he let go of the plug, coupling it with the belt once again. He grabbed her waist and flipped her over, getting on top of her instead.
“A-kun~” Akeno looked up into his eyes sultrily as he pulled away from her lips. A squeal escaped her lips as the plug started vibrating intensely, building up her arousal even further. Abaddon pulled down her top, revealing her large breasts as he grabbed both mounds roughly, making her hiss with a moan. She writhed under him as her legs kept shifting in response to the pleasure that was constantly building up in her body.
Pressing his lips against hers once more, Abaddon painfully pinched her nipples, making her hiss in his mouth as her back arched, pushing against him. She felt suppressed and suffocated amidst all that arousal and couldn’t help but let out a weak, vulnerable moan into Abaddon’s mouth as he loosened his hold over her nipples and instead twisted them, all the while the vibrations of the butt plug continued assaulting her slutty body.
As her suppressed moans grew louder and shorter, Abaddon continued the rhythm of teasing her breasts in tandem with the vibrations of the plug. Akeno was soon almost shaking and writhing all over, her hands clenching the bed sheets as her toes curled up. Just as she was about to be tipped over the edge, all of the stimulation stopped instantly. Abaddon let go of her breasts and the vibrations stopped assaulting her ass as he pulled away from her lips while keeping her suppressed under him.
Akeno shook almost violently, desperately grinding her crotch against his, but it was all useless. She panted tiredly and weakly as she calmed down from the ruined orgasm.
“I hate you …” She mumbled with a tired expression in her eyes.
“I’ll make you eat those words tonight when I take both you and Rias together,” Abaddon said. “For now, it is time for you to do what we talked about. Make your father a bento box as a gesture of goodwill after lashing out at him so rudely. My Akeno is a loving, kind, and polite devil, isn’t she?”
Akeno pouted, looking away as her fingers hovered over the metal covering her entrance.
…
As time passed, Azazel also showed up after finding out that Odin was staying at Abaddon’s place.
“Abaddon, I must ask,” Azazel looked at Abaddon, who was casually sitting on the couch with a cat using his lap as her pillow as she occasionally meowed and her tail swayed around. “Is that who I think that is?”
“Yes,” Abaddon nodded. “I’m training Kuroka to be a cute housecat who serves as eye candy for me occasionally.”
“An SS-class criminal, strong enough to toy with some weaker Ultimate Class Devils, is being treated as a mere housecat in a kinky role-play situation,” Azazel shook his head with an amused smile. “Who would’ve thought?” Kuroka looked at him with narrowed eyes and meowed at him before closing them and putting her head back in Abaddon’s lap.
“Why are you here?” Abaddon asked, continuing to caress Kuroka’s ears, the fur of which felt even softer than Koneko’s.
“Why, I’m here to meet Odin-sama,” Azazel said. “Baraqiel told me that they stopped in Kuoh on their way to Kyoto.”
“Ahh,” Abaddon nodded. “I gave him a stash of a certain genre of magazines to amuse himself. He should be out soon.”
“How pitiful,” Azazel teased. “Living with so many women, and you still need magazines.”
“Meow~” Kuroka’s teasing meow made Abaddon look at her with a raised brow as she weakly mewled and buried her face in his crotch.
“Do I look like I need magazines?” Abaddon asked. “I stole them from your stash.”
Azazel narrowed his eyes. “You’re bluffing.”
“Ask Odin,” Abaddon shrugged. “I told him he could keep them.”
“Ahh, such refined tastes, Young Abaddon.” The old man with a long beard entered the living room. “I must say, I truly appreciate your welcoming gift.”
“You should thank Azazel instead,” Abaddon said with a smirk. “I got them from his stash, after all.”
“Is that so?” Odin raised his brow. “In that case, you must visit Valhalla sometime. I would love to discuss hard spirit alcohols with you.”
“Likewise, Odin-sama,” Azazel’s expression was a little stiff. “You must have already met with the leader of the East Youkai faction, Nurarihyon, right?”
“I have,” Odin nodded. “A peculiar character, I must say. I’m now going to Kyoto to meet with the West Faction’s leader, Yasaka. I’ve heard that she’s a great beauty. I’ve also talked to some of the local gods, but I must say, the highlight of my trip was the strip club. Such a beautiful dance of both eroticism and elegance.”
Kuroka snorted, meowing and licking her wrist before stretching a little and turning around to face Abaddon’s torso.
“Anyway,” Odin said, “I think it’s time to leave. Let me call Barqiel.” He created a Norse magic circle to contact his fallen Angel escort.