Ignoring the constant reminders from Reya about returning to his research, or to at least help the others on the Hestemian front, Deus anxiously strolled inside the dusty bedroom where he'd taken Azalea so she could recover. Clad in her armor her body sweated profusely, and strains of her blonde hair stuck to her face. Heaving out loud gasping for breath, she was in a state delicate enough to warrant caution, thus making sure that wouldn't happen, Deus hung about in the room, waiting for her to either wake up or leave him spiraling into emotional disarray.
"Wake up already…" Biting down on his nails, Deus kept pacing through the room with an uneasy feeling riding over his heart.
Everything so far had been too perfect, especially the retrieval of his memories since Azalea wasn't supposed to be a castle guard. In fact, he couldn't remember ever seeing her in the castle after Merciella severed parts of their memories.
"Mhnmm…" Groaning in her sleep, Azalea's eyes flickered open.
Seeing her finally waking up, a relieved sigh left Deus's lips. Moving closer, he watched as she rubbed her eyes to filter her blurred vision, and once done, Azalea looked at Deus and blinked a few times. Slowly as her mind caught onto who she was looking at, her eyes widened up and she tried to get off the bed.
"I'm sorry I-" Her attempt to stand, however, failed as her body refused to move a muscle under the weight of the armor she'd been wearing through her sleep. "What happened to me?!"
Fearing her limbs had been maimed permanently, Azalea's heart began to soar up high. Trying to fight her fears and calm down, she drew hasteful deep breaths in an attempt to calm her heart.
"Azalea, you're okay," Deus assured, grabbing her by her shoulders.
The moment he did, Azalea felt a strange calm wash over her body. Looking at Deus so up close, the fog on her memories cleared right up and revealed underneath the cherished movement they shared.
"No way…" She muttered, feeling conflicted.
Returning her gaze, Deus stared into her eyes feeling encharmed by their luster. As if peeking into the past, a comforting warmth bloomed in their heart while being so close to each other. And before they knew it, their noses rubbed against each other and their lips grew closer on their own.
"Deus, the oath…" Azalea muttered, her eyes jittering side to side.
"We're no longer angels Azalea, and our god is dead," although his words carried a hint of grimness, they didn't dissuade Azalea from accepting the kiss as Deus finally pressed their lips together.
Having breathed so heavily, the iron on Azalea's cotton lips was washed up against Deus's. Yet tasting her blood on his tongue, Deus let it glide down all the way to his belly. Pulling away for a moment, he was left huffing for breath from the sweet taste of her body.
'Lord of gluttony…I forgot how it affects my appetite.' Gulping down, he steeled his heart to not let himself be swayed by his carnal desires.
"The oath, it's broken," her eyes dejected, Azalea seemed lost trying to juggle through a storm of unwieldy emotions. So far as she could remember she'd been a knightess who'd taken an oath to remain faithful to the Creator's order, but with the brief kiss shared between the two, the oath had been broken and so was her connection to the long-lost Creator.
Peering back up at Deus, those worries were quickly washed off. Being around him made her heart spring with joy, and no matter the adversary she felt ready to face it alongside her lover.
"F-Fuck it!" Cursing out for the very first time, she threw herself upwards and wrapped her arms around Deus's body. As they fell on the bed from her weight on him, Deus was shocked by her forward action, however, that didn't stop him from letting himself lay on top of comforting warmth.
For a spell, the two laid in the arms of each other, but as time went on, their desire for the other grew. Inexperience as they both were, Deus and Azalea toiled their tongue together while their hands undid the clothes and armor covering their skin.
"Azalea, I…" Feeling no dread upon touching her naked skin unlike with Merciella, Deus was overjoyed by the loving pleasure of being with someone he loves. "I…I love you Azalea, I should've said it all much soon but-"
Pressing a finger onto his lips, the knightess brought Deus's words to a pause. Smiling at him from under his body, she innocently covered up her breasts with one hand before pulling Deus onto her with the other.
"I don't care, we'll deal with those thoughts and that woman who did this to us later," slowly unveiling her ghostly pink nips, Azalea moved her hand down Deus's back, and in doing so her heart began to soar once again. "For now, let's ju-uhm…I don't know how to…"
With a nervous grip, she caressed her lover's back all the while her head was pressed against his chest to escape the shame.
"Just love me," she muttered, her voice distorted from speaking into Deus's chest.
Her words trailing with a sense of urgency shattered all restraints Deus had kept up so far. All alone with his past lover, he wrapped his hands around her and positioned himself to tear into her deepest crevice. Sinking his fingers into her breasts, he squeezed her flesh tight whilst his cock parted her entrance and slowly crept up inside.
"Ahhhh…" Panting from the sensation of being filled up to the brim, Azalea let out hushed moans right into Deus's ears.
Taking a moment to collect his mind, Deus kisses Azalea while pausing all hip moments. Being the demon of gluttony, he wanted to taste her body as much as could, but with his body not used to it all was dragging him behind him.
"I thought girls lactate from their breasts?" Pulling away from the kiss for a moment, he looked at her breasts, both of which he was squeezing as hard as he could.
"Ahaha!" Letting out a chuckle, Azalea turned Deus's face back to her. "Only mothers do, and I'm not yet a mom."
"Hmmm?" Ruminating over something, Deus stared into Azalea's eyes for a while.
"Wait, Deus, you're not thinking about making me one right?" A bit spooked by the possibility, the knightess didn't know if she was prepared yet.
"Not yet, but I was just thinKING!" Thrusting his hips again as he spoke, Deus made his lover jump in shock.
Placing his hand under her spine, he pulled her body up from the belly so the rest of her top would be in the shape of an arch.
"Fuck! Ahhh!" Azalea moaned, biting her lips to keep her voice in.
As the night approached and their mingling continued, a familiar pair of eyes peeked at them with great interest. Thrashing about on the sweat-ridden bed, their bodies twisted and turned with each lick, each thrust, and every shift of their fingers and lips. Witnessing it all by accident while trying to check up on her brother, Reya was blushing like a rose with her hands deep down in her panties.
Not alone in doing the same either, Merciella had just finished with all her work and returned to the castle. Standing out the door with loud moans escaping from the lips of the two, she too couldn't help but rub her clit fervently. Stuffing her mouth with her own worn panties and keeping invisible with the white scale ring, she showed no restraints in attempting to achieve some twisted form of pleasure.
She was the demon lord of greed for a reason, and thus even though her brother in spirit was screwing the brains out of his lover, all she could do was imagine herself in the situation instead. Polar opposite to Merciella, Reya was spellbound by the clashing of flesh, and seeing it all for the first time she couldn't look away as if it was a sight of an amusing accident.
Regardless of their intentions, however, as it happened, Deus and Azalea weren't the only ones enjoying this encounter to their heart's content. Assuming themselves to be safe from the eyes of others, the two-spirit sisters kept toiling with her own bodies while watching how Deus unloaded one load after the other deep inside the knightess.
Unaware of his surrounding at this point, Deus showed no amount of control and kept risking the possibility of a baby by devouring Azalea's body like a true glutton. The more the night waned, the closer he got to his demonic instinct, and thus his hunger got more and more aggressive to the point where Azalea lost consciousness from the sensations before waking up and losing consciousness again and again.
At the end of the night, the two lovers laid on the bed in each other's arms determined more than ever to not let go of their other half.
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