Chapter 1 - Downfall

The Omekata are a peaceful cult whose priestess is as innocent and benevolent as they come. They consider themselves a religion, and Tsubaki Kasugano is their leader. A cute and mostly blind clairvoyant cared for by its members and followed for her abilities. 

In a world where God has not yet called upon a game of death. One where Yukiteru Amano is catching Yuno Gasai awkwardly staring and is unsure what to say, but not yet troubled enough to consider it worth real notice. For that world’s Yukiteru, this seemed like the perfect place for him to get away from the troubles of his life and really explore the more spiritual side of reality.

If only Tsubaki was really clairvoyant. Maybe she would have rejected him on principal. Maybe she would have never done what she decided to do. Maybe, just maybe. The death game would have continued on as normal.

This is not that reality, and God doesn’t need to start a game to have some fun when the players are already playing it for him. Its winner is obvious before the first roll of the dice, and his decision is clear.

It’s time for Yukiteru’s cleansing ritual, and he can’t help but feel a little excited. The specifics are a little strange to him. Details are mostly withheld, but what he does know is he’s the only new recruit at the moment, and therefore the only one that needs to undergo it. He knows he gets to get close to Tsubaki, the cutie with long blue hair and a mystical red eye that runs this religion he’s found himself joining. Close and alone, all that’s needed is them, they don’t even need anyone to bless them when it’s just him. 

His feet take him down the hall towards their destination, a robe on his body the only clothing he was allowed to have besides the homemade sandals at his feet. It’s a white robe, cleansed just like he’ll be very soon. His heart is beating, his palms are sweaty. He’s freshly showered - a very literal interpretation of his cleansing instructions - and his feet are more aware of his destination than he is mentally. 

His hand reaches the sliding door to the basement in which their prophet is, outside the view of her normal cage and alone for the cleansing. He hesitates for a moment, taking a deep breath, and slipping in with a confident bravado ridden smirk. The twinge of his stomach reveals his real feelings, but she can’t see his fluttery emotions so they don’t matter.

In fact, she can’t really see anything. He feels stupid for even trying, but not as stupid as he feels - 

“-What?” He asks, blinking oddly and quickly making the distance between himself and the religious leader. Her body is plump and enjoyable, and he knows that because what’s normally covered by a robe of her own is completely bare. She rests on top of a mat, her feet resting against her ass. Her bare slit is visible to him, already glistening a little bit at what’s about to happen, and her breasts are on display for him. The only strip of clothing she’s allowed herself is the red bow atop her head. Her arms wrap her knees, and he finds himself stiffer than the very bars that normally gate her from the world. “Tsubaki-sama? What’s going on?”

“We don’t have enough pure maidens.” Tsubaki explains, her fingers rubbing a little circle into her legs. “Someone has to do your ritual, and I’m all there is. Please, come to me. I’ll embrace you, and make you pure.”

As a hot-blooded male, her words are all he needs. The trepidations that previously slowed his footsteps die, and he finds himself seated just next to her before his next breath. One of her hands slips from her knees to the edge of his robe, taking a gentle comfort in the feel of its cleanliness, before slipping it over his shoulders. “You showered.” She notes the gentle moisture still on his skin, slipping the cloth over his other shoulder, and letting it fall off of him. “That’s so considerate.”

“This whole ritual is about cleaning, isn’t it?” He asks. Eyeing her in a way he never thought he would, while very much enjoying her gentle touch on his cool skin. “I wanted to make things easier.”

“That’s not what-hehehe, hahaha.” The girl in front of him lunges forward, burying her face in his chest and losing herself in rapid laughter. “Ohh, Yuki… I can call you that, right?”

“Only if I can call you Tsubaki.”

“Done.” She grips his shoulders and pulls him towards her. Falling onto her back and spreading her legs so that he lands between them. The surprise that shines in his widened eyes is priceless, almost as much as the feeling of his palms landing on her shapely breasts and giving her a squeeze that acts as a balm for her woes. “Do you like what you’re feeling?” She asks. “Like what you see?” Her legs wrap behind his and pull him into her. His probing, recently revealed length slipping against a pussy for its first time. 

“I do.” He agrees. His brain is confused, stumbly. Unsure of what he’s supposed to say or do. His instinct knows better. It parts her lips with his thick tip, feels she’s open and plenty wet, and hilts before either of them can rethink what they’re here to do.

“Aauuh!” She cries out, her insides quickly folding around the new entree like water around a dipping tongue. He finds himself quite suddenly immersed in the hottest part of his prophet, enamored and silently worrying he crossed a line at the same time he crossed her boundary.
“Au-Yuki!” Her legs wrap around him tighter, her feet locking behind his ass, and her lips invitingly close to his. “You know if we had more maidens. I could be like this with you all the time… I could stop cleansing everyone, and focus on you. Or at least… fewer people, mostly you.”

“More?” His thickness finds itself thicker inside her, and at her clear go-ahead, he begins to rock into her lovely lips and toasty heat. Slipping in between each moisture painted ridge with the desire to paint them an entirely different kind of wet. “How would I, ah-”

“Girlfriend at school?” She asks. “A friend who’s pure? A relative who’s expressed curiosity? Oh! So deep, hah-if you have a maiden, please bring them to me. Ohhh~”

Her lips take his before he can answer, she doesn’t want his answer. She wants him to pump into her, aggressively meeting her core in a virgin’s rapid, desperate plunge. Their wet tongues overlap, sucked between them, and battling for a dominance Yuki wasn’t even aware he had a right to have. 

“Mmm-haah-Tsubaki!”

“Yuki!”

With one great thrust, Yuki finds his balls slapping against Tsubaki’s ass, his cock as deep as he can get it, and his sinful rod being coaxed into a cleansing by her wavering, twitching purity.
Splurrt, Spllrrt

Yuki finds there’s a lot of sin inside him, and Tsubaki must agree because she doesn’t stop at a single cleansing.

“Wha, you want me to join a religion?” Staying after school is a natural choice. If he doesn’t go home, neither will Yuno, and that meant a perfect chance to corner and ask her what was up. At least, that’s what the pinkette imagines he’s doing when she finds him approaching her. She readied herself to flee, to answer pointed questions with deflections, and bare her teeth to act like he’s scaring her if he gets too forceful.

What she gets is - “Mmhmm, Omekata. We’re a peaceful group and I think you would do well there. That is why you’ve been following me, right? Because you want to ask about it?”

“Erm…” Her face beat red, her fingers itching for an answer. A way out of that question. Her eyes dart around the room hastily while her voice resigns itself to what has to happen. “Yukiteru-kun, the truth is…” She finds she can’t speak, her airway is too dry, too forcefully closed. A little choke makes the innocent Yuki tilt his head a little to the side in surprise, and Yuno finds herself looking down at her lithe legs. Not for the first time she’s struck with the wish that the school uniform, as green as it is and as innocent and cute as it makes her look, was just a little more protective. She’d like to cover up right about now, and that shows in the way her arms hug her stomach and her legs close and rub up against each other. Her thighs grind together in just the right way to draw Yuki-kun’s eyes. 

This is it, all she has to do is say it! “I’d love to.” She smiles, her inner turmoil left to rot inside her, festering and tainted. “Yes, that’s exactly why.”

“I knew it!” Yuki’s warm hand lands on her shoulder, her heat surfaces to match him. Her expression melts. Her eyes waver. “Let me take you there, I’m sure you’ll love it!”

“Err, thank-you very much! I’m in your care!” Her volume explodes, her nervous pitch shattering. She finds herself a bit dizzy, and inwardly she wonders why she l-l-loves such an idiot! None of that matters though, because it means Yuki’s going to walk her somewhere! She’ll pretend they’re going to her home, and maybe she can even see his room at the cult? It’s live in, isn’t it? Is she actually going to see a boy’s room? Yuki’s room? “Please take good care of me!”

“Only the best for you.”

Yuno’s cheeks are flushed and her body is cleaned and held to another’s standard. She’s checked for purity in a way that’s both confusing, and frustrating. She expected some weird search but all they really did was clean her nails and check her for strange scars. The only awkward part was having to get undressed. She opens her mouth to argue multiple times, but she reminds herself that this is a chance to get close to Yuki and closes it each time.

She gets to go home the first night and pack up some essentials, explain to anyone who might worry, and read her duties towards her new cult. It’s really nice and lightweight. The only odd thing in the whole list is required oversight of cleansing rituals, but if they are anything like what happened earlier she’s sure she can administer them easily enough.

It’s her second day that she realizes there’s any problem at all. She barely gets to see Yuki, and when she does he’s always with the leader, some blind girl that can supposedly see the future. It’s strange, that would have seemed impossible yesterday morning, but one look into her red-eye made her feel strange. Right now, sitting on a mat in the basement in a robe while the other girl talks to her, she feels even stranger. It might be the warmth of the cup she’s drinking from though, she’s not used to feeling invigorated this deep, or feeling heat from her drink in her essence. It’s a beautiful feeling, and the girl before her is beautiful too. If only she’d stay away from Yuki. She’ll have to figure something out. Maybe they can share him? She doesn’t want to share, but if it means getting him...

“So all I have to do is perform the ritual right?” Yuno asks. “Shouldn’t I know what the ritual is by now? I have to perform it in just a few minutes.”

“It’s very self-explanatory.” Tsubaki explains with a smile, for the third time. “The tea will guide you, and if it fails, the ones being cleansed will. Do not worry, I wouldn’t ask anything of you I thought you were incapable of.” Her voice is soft and gentle, and Yuno finds herself basking in both it and her drink. “Are you a virgin?”

“Kak-cau-wha?” She gulps quite suddenly. The pour of fluid splashing up from her throat and covering her lips. The bliss rolls down her chin, and for some reason, she finds the sensation both intimate and heated. “Yeah, why? Is that important?”

“No.” Tsubaki denies with a smile, a leering one which makes Yuno have to wonder if maybe there’s something more she’s not being told. The wonders of the drink easily distract her, though not as much as Tsubaki’s gentle palm resting on Yuno’s chest. “You should lie back. You’ve had enough I think.”

“Ah-sure, um, my head’s foggy.” In another world, Yuno would recognize this, be prepared. Yuno would have snuck in a knife somehow, slipped it out and stabbed Tsubaki through the chest for daring to manipulate her like this. In this world, Yuno’s parents are still alive. Yuno’s parents taught her to be an obedient girl who believes in the good of people.

Yuno’s back hits the mat with a soft thwap, and she wriggles into it. Overcome with a sudden delicious warmth that starts from her tongue and overtakes her skin. Like a second layer of protection swirling around, over, and through her, the wave of comfort from her drink makes the girl with pretty pink eyes and long Carmine twintails feel relished. “Ahhh, so nice.” She finds herself with a little giggle, a beautiful and pure sound even to her own ears. It brings a long smile to her lips, and a sigh of relief in her chest.

Hands land on her legs, spreading them apart, and her robe is gently lowered. The constriction is annoying, so Yuno helps wiggle out of it, and makes no comment when it’s pulled from her body. “When do we start?” She asks, her voice a coo of its own. “Mmm…”

She finds her legs lifted, spread and wrapped around the prophetic girl. A prophetic girl whose hips are a little wider than she remembers. “Um, Tsubaki-mmff!” Her lips are overtaken, a spark of red overtaking her cheeks and nose in both outrage and surprise. Her pupils dilate, her insides squirm, and her eyes widen immensely. “You’re not Tsubaki!”

“Definitely not.” The man between her legs agrees with a crude laugh, “I’m ready for my cleansing, priestess.”

“You’re ready for wha-auu!” He doesn’t give her much time at all to process before her lower half is throbbing in pain and something’s ramming into her. “Wait-what are you-ah-aah!” His hips drive a part of him deeper with every mentally deficient second, pushing her ass into the mat. He doesn’t give her mercy, gripping her and plunging over and over. The wet splash on his cock from her recently loosened insides is a welcome bonus for him, and the blood that soon joins it definitely doesn’t hurt his grin. 

“St-stop I-” Her eyes sting with a sudden unspent moisture and her shapely chest bounces with every brutal thrust. “Mmfsl!” She almost wishes for his lips again to provide a vestige of safety for her mouth from the sudden thick sausage that blocks her airway. “Mffl Sss!” Her arms are held up, her body suspended a few feet off the ground and brutally bounded from both sides. Her pussy squeezes its invader, trying to finish him off quickly so that he’ll stop and it can rest, while her airway begs for a change with rapid panics and thrashes. She tries her best to bob her head away but there’s nowhere to go, every shift one way finds her impaled on the other invading entity.

It’s about this time her vision blurs and she realizes what the feeling of exhaustion that’s been hitting her is. “Gglrr!” She wills up the energy she gets from the pain inside her and clamps down, tensing her entirety and making an attempt to close her jaw. “Guaslrp!” Only to feel something pop in her jaw, and for another flash of flaming numbness to warn her against trying again.

That numbness spreads throughout her top, onto her chest where she feels a pair of hands clasp and rub in an eye-opening circle that makes her twitch inside around what shouldn’t be. A gentle glide from perky nipples, a tongue lands and she’s not sure from where. Her hips are pried a little further, and her angle changes in a way she’s not sure is reasonable. Blood rushing to her head. The thick length inside her throat pushes itself further somehow, and with a horrifying twist of her gut she’s forced into yet another cruelty she can’t really handle. She likes the taste.

“Ghrp!”

“Hahaha! Such a good priestess! Gah! So tight!”

The dick at her waist pulls back from its impossible angle - someone must have gotten a stool or maybe he’s very tall, she can’t look to check she’s too busy being stuffed beyond reason. “Gkk-gukk!” She’s not allowed a moment to recover before her waist is filled to the brim again. Her tightness squirming and squeezing around what’s so prevalent in her newfound suffering. Warm and snug, she’s stretching around him and changing her, branding her into something she never would have imagined. She’s just not sure what that thing is.

A priestess? They certainly seem to think so. Whatever it is, it comes with a mixture of summery pleasantries that tingle and glide across her skin. Filling her with as much dread as they do bliss. “Ahgglrr-”

“Gaah-here it comes, cleanse meee!” Her throat is the first victim of this menacing grouping. Filled to the brim with a sticky mixture as thick as it is hot, it cascades up her windpipe in a way she’d think defiant of gravity in any other circumstance. Right now all she can think is how much she hates that what drips back into her mouth leaves her with a pleasant taste that brings stars to her mind. 

“Gk-kak-nn” 

She tries to cough it up the moment he’s out another threatens to take its place, pushing into her mouth but thankfully sparing her airway for the moment. “Suck it out of me.” He demands, and with all the fuzzy warmth inside her, she can’t find a good reason to deny him. Her tongue slips around it and her lips begin to close. Her eyes fading with them, and her cheeks a permanently stained rosy red.

“Hah-hah-ready for my sin?” Another man gasps out with shaky breaths, and before she can puzzle it out the thrumming mast inside her answers for her. Thickening and thrusting much deeper than before.

The ever-present sting a lost cause with all the cozy heat the drug has gifted her. “Gllr-w-wait!” Her sheer compliance earning her the ability to back off enough in between licks to cry out. When he threatens to thrust she laps again to reassure him, earning her a few more seconds. “You can’t finish there I’ll-mmffl!” A few seconds just isn’t enough. Her jaw strains as her mouth is flooded with a meaty rod. “Stt-nnn!”

It’s not the only part of her flooded. The rapid pole thrusting deep between her hips has another tide to give her, one that it doesn’t even pretend to try and hold back. With a dozen pumps given an extra hastiness, its engorged mushroom tip sees fit to give her an angry tirade of potent splooge the likes of which a good priestess should respect, directly into her oven. He doesn’t stop jetting in right then either, he grips her hips hard enough to elicit a little cry from her, and rams into her slurping snatch to make sure he gifts her every single drop he possibly can. Milking his shaft using her hungry insides.

Only then, does he pull out. Letting her ass cruelly slap back into the mat. Warmth flows through her, a flood of care from her body telling her it’ll be okay. Lovingly reminding her that Yuki’ll save her. She just has to wait for a little.

She hopes it’s soon, as before she’s even had time for her quivering pussy to stop twitching, she finds another cock popping into her passage. This one is somehow even thicker than the last. She braces herself with a preemptive wince.

“Her cleansing ritual is going nicely.” Tsubaki says, rummaging through Yukiteru’s hair in her little cage. His head in her lap, his expression largely neutral.

“She’s crying.” He points out. “It looks like her soul is torn.”

“Yeah.” Their eyes are focused on the camera giving a direct feed to a mini television not too far from them. The sight of her being drilled from both ends while several others grope and caress her in wait of their turn is, well, it's a lot. Someone moved onto her hands, and they’ve changed her position so that someone can line up against her ass. Any moment now someone’s gonna do just that. She can barely see it, but she’s been in the position enough to know what’s about to happen. Yuki… “Maybe watching wasn’t a great idea.”

“You said it’d be therapeutic for you.” He says. Eyeing her with a gentle smile, and grabbing one of her hands, squeezing reassuringly. “Seeing the start of spreading the position, so it’s not just you anymore. Eventually, it’ll be one on one, remember?”

“Yeah.” She nods happily, swooping down for a little peck of his lips. “Just as soon as you get me more girls. It is nice, but, doesn’t it make you think worse of me? Being happy to see this?”

“People need to heal.” He denies softly. Eyes hiding a little pain, hidden for her. She did such a good job with him, he’ll bring her more before long. Soon enough this church’s cursed ways will die, and she’ll be free. All she needs is more time and more faith. “This is your start.”

“It’s her start too.” Tsubaki reminds him as gently as she can. “She’s going to hate you.”

“You’re more important.” His conviction doesn’t reach his eyes, but that’s okay. She didn’t expect it to.

Her body is jittery today. Her fifth cleansing ritual is tonight, and the test beside her says she’s gotten lucky so far. Nothing’s taken root inside her, and that’s such a wonderful feeling she can barely describe it. Euphoric is a bland attempt at what she’s feeling, she needs access to words she’s never even heard before to even begin.

Today’s cleansing ritual is going to be very different. Tsubaki was impressed with her last one, says she won’t need the drugs this time, she can just enjoy herself being a cleansing tool for those in need of purging.

That is a mistake. Her pre-game before the ritual is much the same as the other times in a lot of ways. She took a shower, she got a little make-up. She fluffed her robe and put on a hollow smile that Tsubaki praised her for, and the men will surely love.

The differences in her pre-game are what’s important. Here she is waiting to show them that with no small amount of excitement. Giddy enough she’s bouncing a little. The darkness behind her eyes is a simple side effect of it all. The darkness may have left those she’s cleansed, but it seems to her, that it’s about time she gives it back.

Her smile is a little pensive when the men start to pile in, her eyes finally focused enough to count the heads attached to the bodies she’s become so familiar with. She can remember exactly how many times each of them has been inside her. That guy really likes her mouth, he’s never even tried anything else, a sadistic part of her would like to take things slow with him.

There’s the guy she’s pretty sure took her anal virginity, but of course, she was so blurry at the time it really could have been any of them. She only thinks it’s him because of the shape he holds at his waist.

She can’t help but sigh blissfully in thought, as one finds himself approaching. A bigger man whose dick is not to be mistaken. He likes to open her up, and in a way, she’s grateful for that. He’s always a little gentle to start, rocks into her in a way that’s almost pleasant, and only starts to hurt her around the end. He taught her how to clamp just right to make things quicker, and how to slow a man down for a brief moment of enjoyment with her thighs. 

It’s him who leans in front of her with a smile of his own, and reaches for her robe, working his fingers to slide it off of her. It’s also him who notices one of the differences in her pre-game, the cold metal he feels along the split, where it should fall apart. It’s held together, a little out of touch. “Ah-glrlrr-” He’s also the first to find out about the second. His lungs filling with his blood, and the sharp rip and tear along his neck, as her third pre-game difference is revealed. A real smile this time, one as tainted with blood as her cheeks, what with the lovely red splash.

“Cleansing time~ Gather around for cleansing~”

What a pity, that no one can hear her little song over the screams.

“Heeey, Tsubaki, I’m done my cleansing~!” What enters her cage without permission isn’t a girl, not one tainted or used, it’s a being of darkness as stained as she is feral. Her teeth are sharp and shiny, each a blade of their own, and her fingers remind one of metal claws for all the danger they hold. Her palms hold death, and her robe has a new passionate scarlet covering. 

“I saw. G-good work, I um, I’m proud of you.” Her eyes strain to make out the horrifying thing before her. She swears she can see dark wings and glowing eyes, but that’s probably her own orbs bugging out. The demon is too far for her to see her, a reality that changes swiftly with every step. She’s run out of space to flee herself, it is a cage after-all. The rope to hang herself has arrived, and she’s not sure what to say, what to do. Her heart races, and a part of her is grateful. That part is what speaks. The part that sings. “You’re here to cleanse me too, right? Ah-I um, right?”

“I dunno.” The demon giggles, the crimson flow approaching on a steed of shattered bones. “If I cleanse you, who can continue the job I’m quitting? Someone has to replace me, right?”

“Not if you do what you’ve done again.” Tsubaki’s fingers claw a little at her own throat. An instinctual response to the pressure she can feel against her skin. The scathing evil which is overflowing towards her, threatening to invade and burn her from the inside out. “I could hide this, we could remove the position entirely like this, we could-aah! Please don’t!” Her hand is raised in the air by what has made it to her. A bloody arm wreathed in entrails. Claws digging into her veins and bleeding her like an old school doctor. “Please, I, I had to do that my entire life. You can understand a little break, can’t you? I didn’t mean you any harm!”

“Have you done that with Yuki?” Yuno’s hair isn’t really any different. The color is similar, despite the mess, at least to Tsubaki’s eyes. It’s pretty in a way, it’s something she focuses on.

“Only-only a little, you can have him back I promise, I’ll give him right to-ahh-please!”

The cold steel that pins her to the wall by her arm is as shiny as it is merciless. Another stabs her other arm to the confinement behind her before the sting even begins to fade into heat, and her tears block what little vision she has left. “You know what’s messed up. I wondered if I should spare you, if he wanted to share you with me.” Her new jailer giggles. “Because I get what you’ve been through, and I forgive you.” She lowers herself, to give Tsubaki a little kiss, and a gentle smile filled with a crazed camaraderie. “But you’re just gonna trade him away like that… You don’t deserve him.”

“Wha-n-no I didn’t mean it I-”

She doesn’t listen. The dark best jumps back to a stand, and walks away from her. Leaving her to lose her precious life force unseen in her dark cage. “I’m sorry, come back I didn’t mean that, I love him! Please don’t go! I was talking nonsense, I swear I love him, we can share him, I’d love to share him with you!”

No one comes for her, but within just a few minutes of solemn tears, the darkness relieves her regardless.

“Yuuukiiii~” Her voice chimes like a summer’s breeze hitting an old suburban home. The smell of cherry blossoms his nose well before his eyes catch her opening his door. His lovely stalker, and the recent terror that’s slaughtered its way to him. She’s clean, it seems that she’s found the time to bathe in something other than the devout, put on a little make-up and lose her sadistic smile in favor of one more pleasant and warm. Her steps take her into the small room he’s locked himself away in, a knife having cut through the simple string binding he’d fastened with the time he’d thought he’d had before she made it to him. 

He doesn’t answer, huddled in the corner of the darkroom, hoping her shiny pinks that almost seem to glow an ephemeral red don’t find themselves glued to him. That she’ll look through the room and move on.

She doesn’t. Even in the pitch blackness, she seems to know exactly where he is. Flickering the light on like she’s been in the room a thousand times, before stomping her way to him. Her feet bare and gentle, her lips quirked like that of a young bride just married. A white object is held in her hand, one that gives him an answer to a question he didn’t ask with a single blue line.  “Still pure.” She explains what the test means before he can ask.

A foot lands on his chest, and pushes him down with a strength he’s not sure any girl should possess. He doesn’t say a word, her toes parting his ceremonial clothes and revealing him to her. “Let’s change that. Just you and me, Yuki. None of this nonsense.”

“Ah-Yuno I-”

“Shh…” She plops onto his stomach, her ass bouncing before she’s even lined up. An automatic response born of her need, dribbling with desire for him. A trail of inner lubricant slips across him on its way. “You want to keep this cult, don’t you? Hehe, believe in it somehow? I understand, I kind of want to keep it too.”

Her hands gently caress his cheeks, her devilish grin as loopy as her voice is cheery. “I don’t think we should wait any longer, Yuki. It’s your time to cleanse yourself, and I know just the priestess.”

“Yuno..Gah! Oh! Tight!” It’s the first thing his mind informs him. Not loose like he’d expect after what he’s seen. “Hoau-”

“It takes more than a few days to ruin me.” She explains with a giggle. Rocking down his length with precision and force. Her movements trained and bettered by the days of perilous exercise and exertion. She’s not like Tsubaki, cowed, and broken by the actions of others. She digs her nails into his chest and forces him down, taking his lips in a fierce demand, and slamming down onto him without the slightest tinge of regret. “Haah-so-so nice, I always knew you’d feel nice! Not like them at all, it’s like you were made for my pussy!”

He finds himself gripping her ass, his fingers digging into her meldable flesh and gifting him a surprising amount of care back. Her insides squirm and squeeze on her command. Wetly bathing him in a way that’s oddly peaceful for what’s really going on.

Her pace is fast, her movements rigorous. He can hear every little slap of his balls against her supple flesh, and hardly minds the sting of her nails scratching his skin. “Hehee, let’s take this cult, okay? I’ll be your prophet, you’ll be my head. Aahh, it’s only right, the head’s last words were that she loved you! I have it recorded!”

“Y-Yuno that’s-”

“Shutup!” Her angelic pink pillows overwhelm him again. Stealing his breath in a way her wavering insides threaten to steal something just as dear. “You’re mine, haah, I earned you, you’re mine! And I want this cult!”

“Gah-mm-okay, haah, okay! Haau-soon, gonna-”

“Right inside, Yuki! Unless you’d like to try and neglect me my prize. You wouldn’t, aah, do that, would you?” Her malicious glare tells him exactly what happens if he tries to lift her with his palms. If he dares to even hint he wants his seed anywhere but in her womb. “Say you love me, Yuki.”

“I-I love you, haah-I love you so much!” Luckily for him, backing out wasn’t ever in his mind. An escape is impossible, he hasn’t been idle, he’s seen what she’s done. The cameras weren’t deactivated, he saw every second of her horrendous tirade. “Gaah-here’s proof!” His balls agree, thrumming and pushing, a force to be reckoned with flowing up him towards where it belongs.

“Cleanse yourself Yuki~ Haau!”

“Gauu!”

Their meeting is adjourned not with a bell, but by the slap of her folds against him. Her ass resting on his thighs. And the kiss of her cervix along the slit of his tip. Her insides are perfect for him, squeezing him like Tsubaki never could. Pressuring him and pulling what’s deep inside out greedily without even having to try. She wavers like the sea, rides up and along him, and at the end of a trembling pressure, is an army of children marching to their goddess. Making her feel full and fulfilled, the new prophet of the Omekata, as legitimate as the last.
