Demon Castle <Delsgade>

Sin didn't know what would have broken her concentration. Interesting. In actuality, his intention was simply to show her the fourth use of mouths since she'd figured out the third and given it a shot. When he did so, there was a chance of "running away" as he put it. Sin claimed that was a thing she'd never considered; he wondered how quickly that would change, if at all. "Don't make such decisions too soon," he quipped. They'd see soon enough if she had the capacity to flee or not.

To do so, however, there was a simple requirement. Sin had to meet his additional need. A Demon Queen ready to be taken was all that remained before they could begin, and with a bit of cheek, Sin declared that it may be beyond her as a creation. "Hmph," Anos snickered. "I could take it upon myself if you don't think yourself capable. In linking myself to a Creator, it seems I've regained an old ability." Anos' meaning would be left hanging for a few moments, as he occupied himself with the observation of a bare and confident Sin. His eyes traveled up and down the woman's form while she passed him by, eventually causing him to stand and turn for an uninterrupted look. On her back with legs spread open, Sin was indeed perfectly prepared for the situation to come... but alas, Anos had a clause to finish.

In ancient times, in a former version of the world, there was a thing of omnipotence known as Source Magic. Among the rarest and most difficult to control forms of magic, a small few could ever consider themselves even experts. It was a thing all Creators innately possessed by their ability to construct Sources, but something that had been taken to heights far beyond that. "Dielga," Anos chanted with his eyes fixed on the woman ahead. His spell would affect her Source directly, splitting it and her body into two. This was a spell that was once usable only before birth, as its success rate decreased dramatically afterwards. Here and now, however, Anos had used the spell masterfully enough to produce a second copy of Sin standing beside him, bare as a newborn babe just like the one he'd been looking at. Before the magical light of this new creation even disappeared, Anos was speaking again. "Lyria." Another spell was cast to link this new existence to the original, so closely in this case that they would share sensation and, occasionally, even thoughts.

"I could do this," said Anos as his hand slipped between the second Sin's legs, letting the original see and feel his approach while acting as a third party. Even with this being only a showcase, Anos' fingers spared no effort in the folds of the new life. But... it was not to last long. Dielga was a spell meant to create a half-life that would eventually return to the original body to strengthen it. It was something once bypassed by the Heroes of old, and something that in Anos' present use, was made to last only for about... ninety seconds. Of course, he'd be spending all ninety of those seconds harassing the second Sin's undercarriage with magnificent purpose. "Though for something outside of your power, your image seems perfectly executed."

"But I truly hadn't ever considered it~" she mused. True enough Sin hadn't entertained the thought of running from most things. Her ability to stand her ground was probably a staple of the planet at this point. Ah but jokes would become something like demonstrations and then reality as she and Anos teased each other.

What would take place this time? An old magic, so old in fact that it was likely something this world hadn't seen since the birth of Metis. Here and now, Anos used the effect of having her around to create a copy of the woman, and beyond that to connect them to each other. Strange, the manipulation of Sources was rare. "Oh? I hadn't seen myself from the outside perspective before... I did quite a good job on this form. So did you, of course~" she mused, seemingly proud of herself. Here and now it seemed that she'd be given the show of herself being molested once again by her husband. But alas it wasn't just a show, the sensation of him rubbing betwist her folds made her body both tense and relax. The Sin in bed began to squirm once more, her legs coming together at the knees as she shifted gently. All the while the one standing beside Anos did something very similar but in the standing position.

Was this sort of thing truly as easy as it seemed in a moment like this? Perhaps. They could always have more than a bit of fun with it as time went on. Still, as she watched herself be stimulated by her husband the moisture between her own legs only increased by a large quantity. All the while a little chorus of moans escaped this pair of beings for as long as they both existed. So close to climax Sin would be after such an ordeal it seemed like her body was on fire. Of course, she had no idea what Anos had planned but she still didn't entertain the idea of running. No, she was much more content to see what was going to happen.

"Keep that in mind if it becomes a natural response." With that simple rebuttal given, Anos carried on with his whimsical plan of creating a second Sin. Upon its creation, this copy was observed by the original and commented on. Sin believed she'd done a good job when creating this form of hers. Anos could only agree, of course, but he had more to say regarding that. "I'm willing to give credit to Kishar. The original was no less stunning. Though... I might like this one's attitude more," he surmised.

When Anos began offering his attention to the copy, Sin's original self did as he knew she would. The Demon Queen squirmed and squirmed, those open legs coming to a close at the knees as she was pleasured through external methods. Much to his expectation, both versions reacted in unison, and in very similar fashions to boot. He could almost feel the rise in her arousal just from watching her wriggle in bed. Naturally, that only urged him to continue molesting the clone. Ninety seconds was the full life that second Sin was allowed. He wouldn't be bringing her to climax during that time, whether she found it possible or not. If such an event became immanent, he'd slow or stop, until the second life returned to the first. Only then could his approach begin. Crawling onto the bed, he encroached upon Sin until his hands could reach out to separate her knees again. All seemed normal, as if they were to progress with copulation, but... no. Instead of moving forward to align their loins, Anos moved down to plant his face between Sin's legs. The added moisture within her folds had been built for this. Anos' tongue extended to lap at glistening pink flesh. Well, licking perhaps wasn't the word. In truth, his tongue touched flesh and immediately began gliding up, down, back up, and so on. All the while, his hands held the woman's knees in position just incase her squirming became something unexpected.

If Sin had been the worrying type these words from Anos might have set her on edge. But she had never been paranoid. She knew all she needed to know about this situation and trusted him with herself. Strangely, this included even the copy of her that had been created just to tease her. He claimed that he would give credit on the original to the woman's mother who'd created her, but claimed he liked the attitude of his current queen. "Ah, I do like this attitude myself~" she claimed with a gentle upturn of her lips. The motions of his fingers between that clones legs were nothing short of thrilling even as she wasn't truly allowed to reach that pinnacle of sensation. The squirming of the former goddess couldn't have been stopped if she wanted to. Regardless a half life was short and that copy of her disappeared after the longest moment her life had known up to this point.

And then she watched, as Anos approached from below. Her legs were spread and it seemed almost as if consummation was indeed at hand. Anticipation was quite high and she already felt so desperately needy that she could hardly wait. And then? A rather shocking turn of events took place. There was no aligning for copulation, instead, Anos buried his face between her thighs, and Sin got to feel the sensation of a tongue lashing out against her flesh. Well, that was also sort of wrong. She felt as a tongue began to explore her folds, gliding along the lubricated space and making her gasp. She wanted to sit up, but instead she merely felt herself squirming. A moan left her mouth before all else and she could barely contain herself. What was she to say in a moment like this? She could feel her own heart rather suddenly beating within her chest, "A-nos~" she practically sang his name. But there was a different matter altogether. She'd been rather close to the edge to start with, attention like this would sent this newly born demon-goddess straight into the throes of passion. And that was likely fine, even as her legs were held separate to stop that closing that definitely happened almost as a reaction initially. Soon after the muscles of her legs and stomach tightened and released as pleasure washed over her, and her body came to relaxed almost instantly. She was seeing stars in a moment like this and the sensations of her loins were almost overpowering for her.

They both enjoyed the attitude of Sin, perhaps for different reasons, or perhaps for exactly the same. Anos particularly enjoyed the dynamic she brought in this form. She still had all the reactions of inexperience Ki possessed, but rather than leaping headlong into newness as a dejected queen, she looked ahead to that same newness as a fresh queen with an assured future. The difference was small, yet massive. Anos enjoyed dealing with one, yet the other was preferred for the Demon Queen. The former however, was the one he'd chosen in the beginning, but this was not a substitution he found dissatisfying at all.

It took no time whatsoever for the Demon Lord's tactics to show results. His tongue trailed along a moistened slit, never lifting from the flesh it slid across. Ah, there was the singing he previously spoke of. With a chant of his name, the path his tongue carved across Sin's loins was made slicker still. It seemed almost as if his tongue could slide off the surface and go careening into oblivion at any moment, so... the natural answer of Anos was to apply a little pressure in the flood's aftermath. There would be no breaks taken just because Sin had experienced release; things were only getting started. Of course, evolution was necessary as well. A little pressure being added wasn't enough, so Anos' trail became a bit longer as well. At every upward stroke, his tongue found an obstacle: a little knob of nerves to flick over before returning to the downward path. The first of these flicks was slow and purposeful, Anos' tongue nearly dragging itself over the bulb. As for those that came afterwards, well... they would be rather quick, occurring in an instant before he moved on. It seemed Anos had a preference for quick shocks. . .

In both similar and different ways, Sin and Ki enjoyed each other's attitudes. Sin saw Ki as a martyr to a lost cause, but someone with a certain amount of grit. After all, it took a very special kind of person to swear themselves to silence for thousands of years. Moreover, Ki saw Sin as the fun part of herself who never truly got to experience life but had all hope of doing so. And here in the Demon King's presence, their collective consciousness would do just that. Girlhood crushes evolved into the interest of adulthood and blossomed because of Anos, it was only right he get to experience the fun of the aspects of his wife.

Of course, one such aspect he was already experiencing. A body that had only just been born and a mind which had been denied pleasure for most of this world existence, seemed to coalesce into a woman who was both willing to try a lot of things and happy to experience them. Here and now her folds were being explored by tongue and even when release was reached there was no stopping the actions of Anos. Her body kept receiving new sensations and information. In this case added pressure to the nub at the top of her sex would turn her brain off for a moment. An utterance would leave her but after that first slow stroke all seemed well. Until of course, those same kinds of shock continued ot happen. At random and quickly to boot. Her squirming would surely never stop at this point and what was more, she couldn't get herself together enough to speak initially to this newfound experience. Why was this a thing to do? Why did she like it? All she could think in a moment like this was that she did not expect to be taken advantage of in such a way. Her body would continue to squirm just a bit as she finally managed against the sensational jolts which made her legs twitch to prop herself up on her elbows. She'd look down her body trying to work her way up to asking something specific, but alas it wouldn't really come to that... "Anos, what are you doing to me?" she questioned as her body seemed to find another release and her head fell back once again.

Anos' tongue wandered the full length of Sin's crevice. Each time it reached the upper limits, her bud was flicked. Each time it reached low enough, however, it trailed back up just before reaching her entrance. He could not be distracted from any of his efforts, no matter how much Sin writhed under the attentions. Actually, the more she squirmed, the more content he became with his own efforts. The more her body seemed to fight sensory overload, the more he'd continue overloading her senses.

In this reality, there were a few beings that could be called the incarnation of Pride. Anos Voldigoad was among those beings, exuding superiority in all forms of confrontation. Though he lay beneath Sin presently, he stood above her in the metaphorical sense of this exchange. By the time Sin lifted herself and glanced down her body, she would find Anos' glowing orbs staring intently up it. She presented a question that would receive no answer. What was he doing? The closest she would get to a response was continuation, as the next descent of Anos' tongue did not stop as early as its predecessors. He continued trailing down and... forward, prodding his way into the first opening he found, slender though it may have been.

Anos was a prideful individual of that Sin was certain. Given what she knew of him so far, it made sense that he'd be so very skilled at even things most couldn't claim a lot of skill in. For instance the manipulation of Sin's body which he was already amazingly good at. Every time his tongue moved upwards her body squirmed only allowed relaxation upon his descent. She wished to keep her faculties about her, but seemed to be failing at it, with every movement he offered. The squirming of her body would never stop at this point, and by the time she looked down her own body, she found the man staring back up at her.

It would be a like to say she did not like the look of his eyes. In fact, if she was being honest, she quite enjoyed them, even so, to find him looking back at her when she looked down, that might have been her undoing. Her life had never consisted of an individual who had enough pride to stare so brazenly back at someone like that. She had no idea how such a thing was supposed to make her feel, but her heart nearly jumped out of her chest as her head fell back. Ugh, this was going to be something she both enjoyed and felt tortured by, she knew. And such torture would only get worse. This time his tongue trailed low and tried to slip into her opening. Ah, well now squirming would reach its maximum. She had said she'd never thought of running but here and now her body wanted to shift backwards her body sought reprieve even if her mind did not yet know it. "Anos, if you do it like that I'll shatter~" she mused. She knew not what breaking would be in this instance, but she knew it would be spectacular if he followed such a path to whatever ends it presented. She already knew a rolling sort of pleasure, but this was almost torturous, nothing but vibrations, emptiness and moisture between her thighs and the pressure applied by that warm wet muscle between her folds.

It was not only pride that left Anos staring into Sin's face while performing this service. In truth, his own personal interest may have played a larger role. He knew what he was doing; there was no need to look anywhere else. He could tell how much of an effect he was having, even beyond the scope of prideful assumptions. Indeed, there was no room for hearsay in the mind of Anos; his pride came from a point of certainty, and that led to execution.

Such execution briefly had him locking eyes with Sin, at least before her body attempted exactly the escape he previously joked about. He'd seen that coming. Sin didn't have to think about running away for her body to act on the urge. For a moment, there was an upturn to Anos' lips while his tongue kept busy. Ah, Sin would shatter if he kept this up, would she? They had a similar exchange before, when the woman was known as Ki. If she shattered, he'd watch it happen. It should be nothing for a Creator of her caliber with infinite access to the Void, to simply restore herself. Alas... it seemed her shattering would not be so literal. Anos had no verbal response to give either way; he was quite obviously hellbent on keeping his tongue occupied until the Demon Queen's instinct became something overwhelming.

Certainty. One thing was certain, Sin was not going to actually escape this man in any way. Even if she'd initially had a mind to have a single misgiving about her marriage or relationship, the more time the spent together in debauchery the more she was sure she belonged where she was. She'd been so certain she was far above the antics of those around her, so in the know that it'd driven her nearly to madness, that not knowing this situation and being able to experience it moment by moment was refreshing. What as more, each and every movement of Anos' tongue, the radiating light of his eyes and even the turn of his lips as her hips tried for escape were something she got to experience in full glory.

And so it continued. Even after utterances, event after achieving the ultimate pleasure... that damned tongue kept moving about in her loins. She was almost certain this was the sort of sensation that killed people. She could feel her own heart racing, her mind blanking and returning in simple moments. She could feel the heat of her loins spreading and bursting outwards to all of her flesh. She could hear her own voice singing, uttering nonsense and even occasionally just Anos' name. Whatever was she to do? In thousands of years of living before this point, she'd never wanted to be so vocal. Never before had she tried to say so much while engaged with another. Perhaps that was the problem with her original life? No matter, she had this one and she would melt. So far above all that nonsense, she could fall endlessly into the Void that was Anos. She could achieve the ultimate pleasure by tongue alone that left her squirming and trying to escape ever so gently. She needed reprieve after so long. She had no functional idea how much time was passing, all she knew was that each and every peak reached seemed to send shivers up her spine and leave an aching almost hollow feeling in her loins after it finished. She needed, "More!~" she moaned that word with her hands now buried in black locks of hair. How was she ever to enjoy this so fully when she started to feel so empty. Those heart shaped pupils of hers were practically pulsing as she looked down into Anos' face where he was perched and lapping away. "I can't take this~" she stated. "I need more..." it was a conviction she felt in the depths of her soul, through the seal over her womb. She was rather certain that after so much stimulation, what she really wanted was for the Demon King to bury himself inside her and consummate their marriage.