The chamber smelled of damp stone and Raynare's jasmine perfume—false purity, Takumi mused, his boots echoing as he circled the kneeling women. Mio's teeth dug into her lower lip, her thigh-high socks scrunched around trembling calves. Stupid, stupid—why did I resist?
Raynare's wings, still hidden under her human guise, twitched against the magical bindings coiled around her wrists.
"Look at me." Takumi's voice was velvet-wrapped steel.
Mio flinched; Raynare scoffed. "Or what?" Her violet eyes flashed, but her breath hitched as his thumb brushed the strap of her leather corset. His hands are too warm.
Takumi smirked. "Or I'll make you cum before I even touch your cunt."
Mio's pulse throbbed in her heart tattoo, its pink glow seeping through her unbuttoned collar. N-No… But her nipples peaked against the fabric.
Raynare lunged—only for the bindings to yank her back, her knees scraping stone. "Fuck you—!"
"Gladly." He gripped her chin, forcing her to stare at the sigil flaring on his wrist. "But first, you'll show me those pretty wings."
The magic twisted. Raynare's scream tore through the chamber as her disguise shattered—black feathers erupted from her back, her true form laid bare. Mio whimpered at the sight: Raynare's leather straps strained over heaving breasts, her chains clinking like a mockery of jewelry.
Takumi traced a primary feather, relishing her shudder. "Now," he purred, "let's discuss your… correction."
…
Raynare's wings strained against the magical bindings, their inky feathers quivering like trapped moths. The sigil on Takumi's wrist pulsed hotter as he dragged a fingernail along the sensitive ridge where wing met spine. "You're noisy for a fallen angel."
His breath ghosted over her ear as she arched, a strangled gasp escaping her throat. N-Not there—!
Mio watched, her own wrists bound behind her back, the classroom chair digging into her thighs. I shouldn't look… But her pupils dilated as Takumi's free hand slipped between Raynare's legs, the chains of her thong jingling.
"D-Don't—Hhhnn…!" Raynare's protest dissolved into a moan when his fingers curled, the slick sound of her arousal echoing off the stone walls.
"Liar." He scissored his fingers, watching her wings flap uselessly. "You're dripping on my fingers."
"N-never… ahh!"
The fallen angel's head tossed, her violet eyes glazing as her hips stuttered. Hate him—hate this— But her body betrayed her, clenching around his thrusts. "F-Filthy human…!"
Takumi chuckled darkly, his other hand gripping the base of her wing and twisting.
"Haaahh—!"
Raynare screamed.
Her back bowed, feathers flaring as an orgasm ripped through her—unwanted, undeniable. Tears streaked her ruined makeup as she collapsed forward, her forehead hitting the cold floor. Disgusting… I came from…
Takumi wiped his fingers on her thigh, leaving glistening streaks. "One down."
…
"Now," Takumi murmured, hauling Raynare up by her hair, "let's see how many times you can break."
He shoved her face-first into the desk beside Mio, her wings pinned wide by invisible bonds. The fallen angel snarled, but the sound morphed into a whimper as his knee nudged her legs apart. No no no—
"Ha… Ha… Ha…"
Mio's breath came in shallow pants. She's… she's shaking.
Raynare's feathers were ruffled, her usually pristine leather straps askew, revealing the rapid rise and fall of her chest.
Takumi didn't bother undressing. The clink of his belt unfastening made both girls flinch. "Count for me, pet."
The first thrust stole Raynare's voice.
Her nails scraped the desk, her wings spasming as he bottomed out inside her virgin cunt. "Ah—! S-Slow—!"
"One." He pulled out almost entirely, only to slam back in, the slap of skin drowning her cry. "Say it."
Raynare's thighs quivered. "O-One… Hhng…"
Mio bit her lip hard enough to taste copper. Why am I… wetter now?
Takumi set a brutal pace, his hips pistoning as Raynare's moans climbed higher. Her wings flapped erratically, scattering black feathers like shattered pride. "T-Two! Ah—Three! P-Please, I can't—Haaaahh!"
He ignored her, his hand snaking around to rub her clit in rough circles. "You will."
Raynare sobbed as another orgasm tore through her, her back arching off the desk. "F-Four! Four! Master—!" The title slipped out unbidden, her defiance crumbling with each thrust.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!!
By the time he spilled inside her, she was babbling—"Five six seven yes yes yours—"—her body limp, wings drooping like a defeated flag.
Takumi tucked himself away, turning to Mio. Her breath hitched as he traced her heart tattoo, its glow nearly blinding.
"Your turn, princess."
Takumi didn't bother untying Mio's wrists—he liked her helpless, the way her tits jutted forward as her arms strained against the bindings. Her orange tie hung loose around her neck, a noose waiting to be pulled.
"P-Perv—hnng!"
His palm cracked across her cunt through the damp skirt, the smack making her thighs jerk. "Say that again," he growled, fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties. "I dare you."
Mio's breath hitched. The fabric was soaked, clinging to her pussy lips as he yanked it aside. Fuck, she's dripping. Her clit throbbed under his scrutiny, swollen and begging for attention.
"Disgusting," Takumi murmured, dragging a finger through her slick folds. "You creamed yourself watching me wreck that angel, didn't you?" He shoved two fingers inside without warning, her tight cunt clenching around them. "Fuck, you're virgin tight."
Mio's back arched, a broken moan tearing from her throat as he scissored her open. "O-Onii-chan—stooop—!"
"Bullshit." He twisted his fingers, crooking them against her g-spot. "Your cunt's sucking me in. Beg for my cock."
Tears spilled down her cheeks as her hips bucked. "I-I hate y—AH!" His thumb rubbed rough circles on her clit, the overstimulation making her vision whiten. "P-Please! Please, I—I need it!"
Takumi smirked, unbuckling his belt with his free hand. "Need what?"
Mio's voice cracked. "Y-Your dick… inside me…!"
He didn't prep her further—just lined up his cock and shoved in to the hilt.
"Uuummhh!!" Mio's scream was muffled by her own tie, Takumi wrapping it around her mouth like a gag.
"Take it," he snarled, hips slamming forward. Her cunt was scalding, fluttering around his length as he bottomed out. "Fuck, you're made for this."
Her nails dug into her palms, the pain nothing compared to the stretch of him splitting her open. Too big too big—! But her body betrayed her, juices leaking down her thighs as he set a punishing pace.
"Feel that?" Takumi gripped her throat, his thumb pressing her glowing tattoo. "Your soul knows who owns you."
Mio came with a sob, her pussy milking his cock like a desperate slut. He didn't slow—just fucked her through it, his balls slapping against her clit with each thrust.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!!
"Gonna fill this tight cunt," he groaned, his rhythm turning erratic. "Mark you inside."
Splurt! Sploosh-sploosh!!
She whimpered around the tie, her eyes rolling back as he came, hot cum flooding her womb. Takumi kept her impaled, grinding deep as he whispered.
"Now… thank me."
Mio's voice was wrecked. "T-Thank you… Onii-chan…"
Takumi didn't withdraw after filling her—he kept his cock buried to the hilt, letting Mio feel every twitch as he softened inside her ruined cunt. Her inner walls fluttered weakly around him, oversensitive and still dripping their mixed fluids down her thighs.
So hot...so full...The thought slithered through her haze, shameful but undeniable.
With a wet schlick, he finally pulled out, watching her gaped pussy struggle to close. Mio whined at the emptiness, her swollen lips glistening under the chamber's dim light. Before she could process the loss, Takumi flipped her onto her stomach, her ass raised high.
"Again?" she slurred, voice hoarse from screaming. Her body answered before he could—her clit throbbed violently, fresh slickness coating her thighs. No, no, I can't take—
"Haaahh—!"
The head of his cock nudged against her abused entrance, stretching her anew.
"You'll take it," he growled, "until your brain melts."
When he sheathed himself in one brutal thrust, Mio's vision whited out. Every nerve ending fired at once—the burning stretch of her walls, the delicious pressure on her cervix, the way her g-spot screamed with each snap of his hips. Her drool pooled beneath her cheek as her tongue lolled uselessly.
Slap-slap-slap-slap!!
"F-Feels... Hhng!"
She couldn't articulate how his cock seemed to brand her from the inside, how her womb ached as it tried to accommodate his cum from the previous round. Her nipples scraped against the cold stone with every movement, sending jolts of pleasure-pain to her over sensitized clit.
Takumi's fingers dug into her hips hard enough to bruise as his pace turned animalistic. "Your cunt's sucking me back in," he grunted, "like a greedy little slut."
The wet slap of flesh echoed off the walls, punctuated by Mio's hiccupping sobs of pleasure.
While Mio babbled incoherently, Raynare watched with half-lidded eyes—her wings twitching with every lewd sound. Her own thighs were sticky with drying cum and arousal, her once-proud feathers now ruffled and damp with sweat.
Takumi noticed her gaze. "Jealous, pet?"
Before she could answer, he dragged her up by her wing joints, making her shriek. "Your turn to serve."
He seated himself on the stone bench, his cock standing proud again despite the recent release. Raynare's violet eyes widened at the glistening head, smeared with Mio's fluids.
"Clean it," he ordered, fisting her hair. "Then ride me until your wings forget how to fly."
The fallen angel hesitated—just for a heartbeat—before her tongue darted out to lick the salty-sweet mixture from his shaft. Disgraceful... The thought was distant as her mouth watered. When she took him deep, her throat bulging around his girth, something inside her shattered pleasantly.
Takumi groaned as her hot mouth worked him, her lips stretched obscenely. "Good girl."
"Hhhn… Master's… slurp… cock…!"
The praise sent electric sparks down Raynare's spine. She moaned around his cock, the vibrations making his hips jerk. More...need more...
When he finally let her impale herself on his length, her wings unfurled wildly before going slack—the ultimate surrender. Her inner walls rippled around him, her climax building with every bounce of her hips.
"M-Master...!" The title spilled from her lips like a prayer as she came, her cunt milking him desperately.
Takumi's fingers found her glowing heart tattoo, pressing hard as he filled her a second time. "Mine."
Raynare could only nod weakly, her once-fierce spirit reduced to primal need.
…
Maria's heels clicked against stone as she entered the chamber—then froze.
The scene burned into her retinas:
Mio lay sprawled on her back, legs still spread obscenely wide. Her school skirt was ripped, her white blouse stained with sweat and cum. Vacant pink eyes stared at the ceiling, her lips parted around shallow breaths. A thin trail of saliva connected her mouth to the pool of fluids beneath her hips. Her pussy lips remained slightly parted, twitching occasionally as more of Takumi's seed leaked out.
She's...empty. The realization curled hotly in Maria's gut.
Beside her, Raynare had curled into Takumi's lap like a contented feline. Her wings draped over his thighs, the once-glossy feathers now matted with sweat and other fluids. Her tongue darted out periodically to lick at the bite marks on his wrist—claiming him even as she'd been claimed. When his fingers tangled in her hair, she nuzzled into the touch with a soft whimper.
"You're...too late, Maria." Takumi's voice dripped with dark amusement as he pressed two fingers against Mio's swollen clit, making her limp body jerk. "They've been rewritten from the inside out."
Mio stirred weakly, her voice slurred: "O-Onii-chan...more..."
Maria's throat tightened. She should be furious. Should attack. But the musk of sex hung thick in the air, and her own thighs pressed together instinctively.
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