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Plea- ju-t put it -n. D- mak- m- wait.
The dense mana particles that had been concentrated by the gates of her cervix had already begun leaking into her blood stream. Infused with his DNA, his energy signature was beginning to high jack her biological system, spurring mutation as he infused his essence into hers. He was planting his mark not only on her, but in her; the insidious seed, budding. His essence was recalibrating hers to make her more attuned to his frequency. In doing so, he was able to get a muffled telepathic insight into her brain processes akin to poor radio reception, in particular, her active thoughts via psionic entanglement. The clarity and quality of the entanglement were influenced by a complex interaction of variables, which would only grow stronger over time as their essences continually bond within her albeit slowly. For now, Azariah would have to make do with deciphering Skagul's blurred thoughts and make sense of them himself.
While his mastery over Skagul was still primitive at that juncture, this was perhaps, the first true step towards binding the ex-Valkyrie to him for all of eternity - where in a certain future, she could no longer hide any secrets away from the divine being that owns not just her body, but mind and soul. But that was just the beginning. The North Sentinel Island as he discovered, conveniently held a treasure trove of forbidden, if not, lost arcane arts and mysterious, of which he was suddenly thrilled to experiment on the female being in the times to come.
Azariah could read Shelly's desire from the motions and produce of her body. Obviously, she had also already verbalised it clear earlier. But to be able to pin point exactly what she needed? That was some very powerful knowledge to be able to tap into.
She needed him inside of her? He could sense.
He supposed she had done just about enough to deserve a taster of what he as her newly minted Master could offer. After all, what better ways to get someone deeply motivated, by allowing them a glimpse of what true high tasted like? But not yet.
Still, he wanted to play with her a little longer. As she recited her vow, he toyed with her senses. The pleading and frankly, pathetically helpless whine coming off her as he skirted around her two stiffened buds was music to his ears. The way she thrashed her body in desperate need to attempt meeting her nipples to his nails was peak beauty, along with how he was literally taking her breath away by choking her neck - oh the addictive allure of absolute power, of being able to control what another living being gets and cannot get. Azariah was starting to find himself loving his new pet with increasing affection. He could do whatever he wanted with her, and there was absolutely nothing she could do to stop him.
Shelly could only blame it on her vows.
Before long, she was due her intermediate reward.
His colossal manhood speared her in deep. The angel was quietly pleased to be greeted by the sight of a slightly slanted, full body length mirror leaning against the wall just directly up front of them. What stood out for Azariah, was the sight of his manhood stretching her taut belly to a noticeable bulge through the grills of the chair's back rest each time he rammed in deep into her. How sumptuously pliable Shelly was.
But then he sensed a certain unrest in her body. She was squirming and wiggling in forceful and deliberate but random movements, going against the grain of his thrusting trajectory. He wasn't sure if it was discomfort at first. But then...
"Master…Please…Please rub this worthless slut's clit!"
Shelly self-sabotaged, confirmed and exposed her own weakness. Musingly, he hoped she would continue to tell on herself more like that in the future. With that new found knowledge, Azariah was keen to weaponise her need against her. Shelly endeavoured to be his slut? Then she would have to understand that her pleasure does not take centerstage in their relationship, but a mere side feature. An orgasm is a privilege, not a necessity. An orgasm is a reward of the highest order, bestowed only if Shelly proved herself worthy to receive one. And she was mistaken, if she believed mere words of devotion and minutes of submission was all it took to win her Master's heart over. No. Azariah wanted her devotion for eternity, wanted to stretch her mind and body for eternity. She might have allowed him to whip her good. But she started with maximal willpower and had energy to spare. She barely began the race, and that was nothing like the marathon that he had in mind. He would bring her Hell on Midgard, send her to the brink of insanity in order to test her resilience beyond any boundaries. That, was what he wanted from Skagul. That in comparison, put the mere whips landing only superficial damage to her skin to shame.
She lasted a session. Could she last a day, a week, a month, a year? The psychological toll had yet even to set in. And it is how Skagul manages that extended toll that Azariah was truly keen to discover. Her orgasm can wait, until Azariah decided she had reached a satisfactory milestone. Orgasm was the dollar he would pay her in currency for her arduous labour, eventually. For now, he would only sprinkle her cents of affection as sustenance just to keep her going.
"You said so yourself, you're worthless. So why should I bother granting you what you desire?"
"No, Skagul. You live for me."
"If you're going to ask me for something that requires me to go above and beyond, you'd have to show me you could be able to do the same."
"At present, you're only doing what I asked of you - the bare minimum. I want initiatives, not a constant need for me to instruct you how to do your job."
"Step up your game, nymph. Did you think being my slut was going to be easy?"
Azariah brought the pounding up a notch, as the ravens were forced to bear witness a sampling display of mortal brutality, in the same vein how the Vikings of past had heartlessly taken weeping maidens through rapine, the same warriors that Skagul had welcomed to Valhalla. Perhaps this was karma, now made to repent her sins for being complicit to the barbarous regime - every round of pain she had just suffered, and will go on to suffer with Azariah, was to repay for every woman she had indirectly harmed through nordic warriors, one for one.
Not only did the fallen angel not grant her the direct stimulation she was begging for, he had deliberately angled his thrusts such that every hit was prodding against the wall that was situated direct opposingly behind her clit, ensuring that she could feel the dull thud against her primary erogenous zone on every plunge. There, she was stuck in a limbo - persistent pressure frustratingly fanning her flames of lust, but not satisfying enough to get her over the edge. Shelly might be busily distracted building the start of her need for release. But Azariah was already nearing his. Before she knew, the thickness inside of her could be felt hardening and throbbing against her tight wrap. Then, it erupted.
"Hhhnghh!"
His head could be seen lolled back by the reflection, his breaths coming in as deep pants. Hot, thick viscous gushes spread across her core like wildfire, while his nails dug deep into her skin from finally being able to release his cumulation. And the persistent buzzing by her crux? It was blending their fluids together, and the excess, fast filling her up the brim. The reverberations stoking movements, causing their mix to leak out of the narrow space between her swollen petals and the base of his cock.
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