After I bid farewell to Kuoh’s infamous perverted trio, the three strung out young men shambling home to recover from their angelic encounter, I’m left with a bit of a dilemma myself.
Nanael hadn’t exactly been friendly this morning, but all the same I kind of did have some responsibility to her.
Not like I asked for this power or how it works the way it does, but all the same, if it weren’t for me she’d still be back home wherever that is.
Or whenever, given Kaori’s whole ‘from 2001’ deal.
What real assistance I could give her I’m not sure, it’s not like I’m really cut out to support Kaori either.
Those free pizzas were a godsend actually, considering how I had to spend a bunch of my monthly budget on her stuff earlier.
But still, I should at least make contact somehow.
Give her what answers I can.
It’s not as if I’m expecting her to have sex with me like she did those guys or anything.
Really.
C’mon, there’s no chance.
So I set off onto the winding path up to the abandoned church, the light fading precipitously as the sun finally dips below the horizon.
Clouds far above are still showing a bit of reflected white, but down here surrounded by trees and foliage, it’s gotten real dark.
Definitely adding to the spooky ambience, and forcing me to walk carefully given the path has gotten a bit overgrown from neglect.
“Kyuhuhu~ You’d better watch your step, boy,” a mocking high-pitched voice calls from above.
Stopping dead in my tracks, I look up and see someone sitting perched on an overhanging branch, shiny black shoes dangling at the end of frilly white stockings, the rest of her petite figure clad in a black dress cut with lacy white frills.
There’s just enough light still for me to make out blonde hair styled in short twintails with a big elaborate bow on the top.
Distance and poor light make it hard to discern her facial features, but I can still hear the sneer when she continues in the wake of my own awkward silence.
“These woods are dangerous at night, you might run into a murderer you know.” When I’d been thinking about emotionally unstable goth girls earlier, I’d pictured more of the pale big breasted and black-haired mommy type, but clearly that’s on me for not being specific, this brat also fits the bill.
“Uh, yeah, I was actually looking for Nanael?” I venture, not touching the morbid chuuni talk.
There can’t be that many people around this church though, I specifically came here because it’s abandoned!
“Ugh!” she lets out a huffy noise and then drops off the branch, falling several metres to land on the path in front of me with the sort of ease that makes me suspect I may have ran into another supernatural being.
“Is she just making herself open season for teenage boys?” She steps closer, and I can get a better look at her in the fading light, big blue eyes and sharp features, the sharpness accentuated by the glimpse of a prominent fang when she opens her mouth.
Is she a vampire?
That would kind of fit, wouldn’t it?
Although while I’m grappling with that she’s studying me in turn, before I suddenly feel her hand pressing against my stomach through my track jacket.
“You’re a big boy though, aren’t you?
More my type than those other twigs she brought back,” she says in an approving tone that makes my brain stutter to a halt.
What?
Does she mean I have a lot of blood, because she’s a vampire and she wants to eat me?
That makes more sense than any other explanation I can come up with for her to say I’m her type.
Then I feel her hand reaching down under my waistband and groping for my junk.
And clearly she likes what she finds there as she grasps me while looking up into my eyes, “Kyuhuhu, you’re a big nasty brute, aren’t you?
Why don’t you forget about that bimbo and have some fun with Mittelt?” [6-11 High School of the Dead FN Browning M1910 A semi-automatic pistol with six rounds of .380 ACP loaded.
It appears equipped to Jiro in a concealed leg holster.
“Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?”] “Okay!” Fuck you, my voice did not warble, you heard nothing!
Also my power just activated, I can feel an extra weight on my leg, but that’s not really important just now.
“Oh you awful nasty beast, you just met me and already you’re thinking about ruining Mittelt’s tight little pussy on this horrible thing, aren’t you?” she clearly has her own priorities in order as she gives me a pump under my pants while leaning in close.
Admittedly I might prefer girls with big tits, but she’s still really cute from what I can see, and that hand knows what it’s doing!
“Yeah!
Definitely, wanna do that!” I agree with a frantic bob of my head, swept away in the moment.
“You’re adorable, kyuhuhu~ Try to keep up!” she leans herself up, pressing her waifish body against me before I feel a nip at my neck, not really drawing blood at least but still reinforcing the vampire vibe, before she quite literally leads me by the dick towards the church.
We go around the side towards a sunken alcove with a tall stained glass window recessed inside.
“Look at this!” Mittelt’s free hand points at the window like it’s personally offended her.
It’s increasingly hard to make out details in the dark, but it looks like the usual kind of thing I guess, some halo-wreathed bearded guy handing out milk and honey to lambs or whatever.
“That angel bitch made me fix it, so if I can’t break it we’ll do the next best thing and defile it by having you fuck me against it!” “Sacrilegious, I like it!” I’d like anything she was selling at this point.
If she wants some blood I can spare a litre or two.
But if she wants cum all the better!
“That’s the spirit!” she cheers, bracing herself back against the window now and lifting up her ruffled skirt, lace panties tucked snugly at the join of her legs, flanked by her garter straps.
Panties that she proceeds to tug aside, exposing her pussy which sadly because of the darkness I can’t really see as well as I’d like, but it’s still there.
Exposed.
Inviting.
Waiting.
For me!
Rising to the occasion, I drop my pants as I step closer to her, and while I get a feel of leather and metal that I’m pretty sure is a gun in a holster which must have been the result of my initial erection, I don’t pay it any attention in the moment and Mittelt doesn’t seem bothered either with her eyes laser focused on my now exposed cock.
Lets just hope there’s no accidental discharges or anything!
I can’t believe this is actually happening, but there’s no time for second guessing as I shuffle my feet in close towards her, holding onto my tool by its base just above where my balls are dangling underneath.
I make contact, not right on target but the ruddy-hued tip of my glans smears against the milky pale flesh of her thigh, making me shiver and drawing out a softer murmur from her as her leg presses back against the sensation.
“Yeah, you want this don’t you?” I ask, feeling like it’s clumsy but needing to say something to fill the air as the two of us position and prepare.
“Yes Daddy~” she coos, her voice somehow even more higher pitched and girlish.
And wow, that’s kind of hot, damn!
I shiver again, pressing my larger body against her with my knees bent a little awkwardly so I can angle my dick properly between her legs, and then I feel the indentation of her slit, dimpling inwards as my bell-end settles in position.
There’s a moment of just hovering on the precipice, basking in the sensation of a girl’s pussy right against my cock, and then she rolls her hips forward and I let out a sharp gasp as my tip enters her with a supple schlllt.
“Oh, it’s so big, you’re going to break me in two…!” she teases breathily, egging me on.
I don’t need any further encouragement.
With my dick lodged in position at the top, my hand isn’t needed on the base to guide it so instead I grab hold of Mittelt’s skinny waist and I straighten my legs, pushing up against her and pinning her to the stained glass window she hates so much with my shaft forcing its way deeper into her.
She lets out a fluttering moan, her eyes closing and her arms reaching around my neck to cling onto me as I’m surrounded by warm and wet tightness.
It’s so much more intense than Kaori’s blowjob this morning, the hot slick grip of this tiny goth girl’s body wrapping itself around me, clamping down like a vise.
“Oh god, you’re so tight…!” I gasp out, luxuriating in it before I start to move more, lifting her up against the window, pushing myself deeper into her and then dragging myself back against the hot sucking sensation of her body trying to keep me inside.
“Kyuhuhu, I know!” she laughs against my shoulder.
“He made this pussy so good, it’s a waste not to use it… nnngh, especially on nasty fat brutes like you.
Ahhhn, fuck me harder Daddy, don’t hold back on my slutty fallen angel pussy!
Break me wide open!” Oh, she’s not a vampire!
Cool!
She didn’t need to call me a nasty fat brute, but it kind of feels like an endearment when she says it like that while we’re having sex, so I’ll let it slide!
The main thing that’s sliding right now is my dick, in and out of her slick fallen angel cunny, and as I slap my hips against hers my hands reach around her backside underneath that frilly skirt of hers to find two nice handfuls waiting for me.
It actually feels kinda like when I was grabbing Kaori’s ass in the shower this morning, soft and rounded cushions protruding through her lacy underwear, but with Mittelt’s otherwise more petite and skinny frame it makes those cheeks feel more prominent with my forearms pressing against her sides and emphasising how small she is despite her fulsome dumper.
There’s not really much dirty talk from my end.
Just fucking her is taking up a ton of mental bandwidth, savouring how good her body feels even if she’s not the kind of stacked babe that would normally entertain my fantasies, and her own squeals of encouragement provide plenty to listen to anyway along with the slapping noises of our bodies coming together and the rustling swish of her layered skirt against me.
I just grunt myself, exertion and effort making me huff and puff as I heave myself against her and make that window behind us rattle in its frame.
A stocking-sheathed leg slides up against my own as she spreads herself further, shifting the angle I’m entering her at and helping me stuff her just a little bit deeper.
It changes the tenor of her noises while my own grunts and groans continue unabated, but she still has the wherewithal to grab my wrist and pull a hand up from her ass and over her chest.
Eyes sparkling with lust in the dim light meet my own and her voice croons out.
“Choke me, Daddy~” Wait, what?
I freeze up, completely blindsided.
The frantic motion of our hips smashing against each other comes to a halt, though Mittelt does remain rooted on my dick with one of her legs half curled around my waist.
“Come on,” her tone loses its playful edge, becoming more demanding as she manipulates my fingers around her own neck, “Give it to me you beast!” Uh… not strictly on board with this, but I guess she’s actively asking for it, in terms of enthusiastic consent it doesn’t get any better than this, right?
“Y-you… little fallen angel bitch, you like that, huh?” I venture haltingly as I start squeezing my fingers on her delicate feeling neck, skin yielding before I pinch against the more rigid sensation of her windpipe.
Something else squeezes in response, gripping me tightly and making me push my hips forward again, starting to resume our earlier rhythm.
Clearly I’m not interrupting her airflow that much because she manages to cry out, “Yes, rape me harder, Daddy!” and now that’s really muddying the whole enthusiastic consent issue I was just ruminating on!
Still, I do my best to get into it.
It still feels really good inside of her, so I grip her neck with increasing pressure as she keeps calling out, “Harder!” to encourage me, my not inconsiderable weight levering against her with that rough handhold around her throat and my body colliding with hers again and again while Mittelt spasms and thrashes under me.
“Hruk!
Yes Daddy I’m sorry!
You’re raping me so good, I’m gonna-” “SHUT UP OUT THERE, I’M TRYING TO SLEEP!” A furious yell comes from inside the church, flickering light shining through the coloured glass enough to illuminate Mittelt’s blonde hair and scarlet cheeks, her ecstatic expression turning wrathful as she pulls herself free of my grip and half turns towards the window.
“You shut up!
I had to listen to you fucking those idiots, let me have this!” I feel myself cringing, the comfort I’d started to get in this kind of rough play evaporating under the unbearable sensation of being known.
That someone, Nanael in fact most likely, had been listening to me fuck this gothic lolita while she screamed about being raped… “I DIDN’T SOUND LIKE THAT!” “Yeah well this is what having fun sounds like, take notes!” then her blazing blue eyes look up at me and she growls out from that fanged mouth, “Who told you to stop, Daddy?” Okay well it doesn’t sound nearly as hot when you say it in that tone of voice!
“WELL HURRY UP AND FINISH!” Nanael offers her own contribution, and at this point I’d love nothing more than to finish and get the hell out of here, but it’s hard enough to even get started again after such a rude interruption when we were really getting into it.
Still, I resume moving my hips, drilling myself into the bratty fallen angel because what else can I actually do in this situation.
It’s really not the same though, and I can feel Mittelt’s own dissatisfaction with the more reserved and shameful energy of my current performance.
Then she gropes a hand down the side of my leg and unfastens the holster that’s recently appeared there, a sound of a clasp popping open before she pulls free a handgun.
I’ve no idea what kind, I’m not a gun nut, but it looks real, and I’m not strictly comfortable with having an unsecured firearm present when I’m in such a vulnerable state.
“Kyuhuhu, you really were looking for trouble tonight, you brute,” she giggles before I feel the handgrip pressed into my palm and then Mittelt’s increasingly excited voice tells me to, “Stick it in my mouth while you rape me!” — The door closed and the sound of footsteps and faint metallic vibration receded as Jiro left the apartment and headed off to do his training, and finally Kaori had some peace.
It had been a long day for her, she’d been going shopping after school when she’d suddenly appeared in this very room, and then it had been one revelation after another.
She was willing to do anything for magic, for power.
But she’d always envisaged it as being a lot more thematically occult than catering to a poorly socialised nerd’s libido.
But that was also what made it convenient for her.
He was a boy, and boys were easy.
A friendly smile, a little flattery, and you could lead them around right by their manhood.
Remembering what he’d said to those devils about his fantasies concerning her, it almost made her laugh.
Pulling her hair back and hearing her squeal.
He’d been like a lost little lamb when she’d cajoled him into the shower.
Overwhelmed and content to let her do everything for him.
Even when she’d changed her size, becoming so small and seemingly vulnerable, she hadn’t lost control of things.
Admittedly remembering how his finger felt inside of her when he’d shown a little initiative brought a flush to her face.
It was so big… That her body could take something like that was surprising, but perhaps a testament to its durability.
Still, it meant she hadn’t had a good comeback when he’d bragged to everyone about making her cum, that had been real at least.
She pressed her knees together under the blue pleated skirt of her new clothing.
The material wasn’t the most comfortable, all the threads and stitching felt too big, with her tiny body everything felt rough and prominent against her skin.
It didn’t help that it was an almost painfully generic sailor suit kind of uniform.
She’d never gone to a school that actually used them, but it was still what came to mind in the public consciousness when one heard the word ‘schoolgirl’, and that was what Jiro had picked out for her.
Just like the girls on so many of the covers of his comics that were laying around like he never expected to have company over.
Perhaps she should start calling him Senpai when he got back, see if that made his dick twitch.
Then again, as her eyes beheld one particular piece of literature featuring a tanned blonde girl in a leopard-print bikini throwing a peace sign at the reader, he might be more weak to a strategic Onii-chan.
She’d draw the line at putting her hair in twintails though.
Not unless she got another really big power boost, anyway.
But speaking of, it was time to experiment.
She’d been doing magic for years.
Seances, spirit channelling, tarot reading, blessings and curses… none of it was as visceral though as the lightning bolt she’d seen this morning.
And there lay the difference.
Kaori was a practitioner who channelled the power of greater beings to influence and read the world.
Akeno was a greater being, a literal devil of the kind a witch could only siphon a fraction of power from.
Except Kaori was a greater being now too.
A fairy.
What she lacked in physical stature, she made up for in spiritual power.
Power that had only grown since she forged that contract with Jiro, a natural feedback loop that strengthened both, and what was clearly the most straightforward application of a fairy’s power.
She just knew how to do it, the same as she knew how to reform herself, and how Jiro knew kung fu.
She did not know how to fire lightning from her fingertips.
But she was going to learn.
Starting with the basics, she started drawing out a familiar magic circle on the construction paper Jiro had bought for her, and immediately ran into problems.
It was one thing to lean over the prepared ritual ground and carefully draw out your diagram while keeping an eye on the overall composition, it was quite another when you were having to literally walk it around dragging a marker pen almost as big as you were.
Her magic circle was an uneven mess of squiggles as she flew herself high enough to look down properly at her handiwork.
The trials of having a tiny body were only just beginning, and she internally lamented that she hadn’t been able to become a devil.
It would have made everything so much easier.
A traitorous voice in her head reminded her that the devils could also have provided pre-made magic circles, but she squashed that right down.
What kind of amateur uses someone else’s ritual diagram?
They could sneak anything in there!
No, on her pride as an occultist, she’d do it herself.
After all, these were only stepping stones, a devil didn’t need to draw a magic circle themself to enact their works, and neither would a fairy.
Once she actually figured out how to channel her magic outwards herself, her limited dexterity wouldn’t be a problem.
For now it was a problem however, and Kaori experienced many false starts and ruined efforts as the sun went down outside and she struggled to put together a workable magic diagram.
Her salvation had come when she’d raided a ruler and a compass and a protractor from Jiro’s schoolbag which she’d grown quite familiar with from hiding in when he’d gone to school earlier.
Though it rankled her pride to have to rely on these things rather than her own skill and intuition, she was finally able to produce a talisman, the circle with its internal polygon of squares drawn with mathematically precise lines on a piece of paper.
It was a simple protective talisman, meant to ward off the attention of evil spirits.
Even her friends in the magic club could make these, after she’d taught them.
The thought that she’d never again see those girls gave her a momentary pause, and she mentally corrected herself that really, they were more like acquaintances anyway.
In any case, while devils and black magic offered more seductive paths to power, the work of exorcists and priests were just as interesting to a girl who devoured the occult.
And it only made sense to have some form of defence when dealing with forces that couldn’t be counted on to have your best interests at heart.
“Elohim Essaim, become a wall against the impure.
Elohim Essaim, evil I deny you.
Elohim Essaim, let none who mean harm enter.
Elohim Essaim, let harm be visited sevenfold against those who trespass.” She could feel it as she chanted over the talisman.
A pricking at the back of her neck.
A sensation of being part of something greater than herself.
It was the sort of thing that had gotten her addicted when she’d first started experimenting with magic using a book she’d found in the library when other girls her age were playing with the kind of dolls she was borrowing her wardrobe from.
It wasn’t just the otherworldly other that she was feeling however.
Something was responding inside of her.
The same energy she’d felt when making her contract with Jiro, when she reformed herself out of light.
It was her own power, and it was far more potent and present than the distant attention of the divine.
The external magic she was doing was waking it up, causing it to react and reflect the ritual.
Like learning to flex a limb she’d never possessed, albeit not nearly as intuitive as the use of her new wings, still she focused her attention inwards.
Eyes closed, expression pinched with effort, she felt her magic like a roiling liquid substance in her core, forming ripples and waves that matched the ritual of empowering her talisman.
Almost as if she was the source being beseeched upon to turn it from a piece of paper into an arcane defence.
It was a strain of mental effort to latch onto those ripples, to accentuate the heights of the waveform and push.
Using her imagination, like Gremory had hinted at as being the key to magic.
She saw it inside herself as shimmering liquid mercury filling an ornate cup, perhaps a grail.
Something grand and befitting her.
There were words to activate the charm, and she thought them to help guide her roiling magic.
But she was no longer using the charm itself, no longer relying on a prop when she was the source and destination of power.
Higher and higher her magic stirred in its container as she provoked it, until at last… her cup runneth over.
A splash of that liquid rose high enough to overflow her grail, and she let out an excited gasp as magic poured forth from potential into reality.
In front of her eyes, the magic circle she’d drawn on the paper appeared, luminous and glowing in radiant blue lines that hung in the air, a rush of power exploded from her body to fill the apartment, seeping into the walls and then fading, yet leaving behind the imprint of its effect as the glowing magical construct too faded from sight.
It was one of the simplest spells she knew, her head pounded from the effort of simply pushing that much of her magic into reality, but she was exultant all the same.
She’d done it, not simply served as a vessel for the occult, but as the font of arcane itself.
Her magic soaked into her surroundings as a facet of her nature rather than something contingent on a fragile piece of paper.
And that was just the start.
Still, she needed a rest after all that effort.
And it had been a long day.
One advantage to her small size was that laying on a cushion felt rather decadent, and so she relaxed until she heard the metallic vibration of heavy footsteps ascending the stairs outside the apartment.
Oddly enough they stopped outside the door for a long moment even as she propped herself up to look over, wondering what he was delaying over.
But then the door opened, and a tubby boy in a tracksuit entered with a wide, almost manic grin on his face.
“I’m back, and I had sex!” That was a little bit disappointing to hear.
There was spiritual value in virginity, and thanks to her current size she had a ready made excuse not to graduate him regardless of anything else she’d do.
Still, she put on a languid smile to indulge him and said, “Congratulations.
What was she like?” “Um…” the way he froze a second that told her this wasn’t as proud an event as he was trying to bluster, “She was a hot blonde girl!” That was a good enough opening for her to sit up and run a hand through her own currently loose blonde hair, though remembering one of the jibes from this afternoon she felt compelled to sarcastically ask, “And was she trashy?” “N-no- she was elegant!”