章 291: chapter 291
Happy Halloween!!!
There is a lemon at the start of this chapter. As always, it's optional to read.
Chapter 291:
(R-18 Start)
I tried to ask Hela what happened once she got back from DxD's Asgard, but she quickly took hold of my hand and dragged me into a private room without saying anything.
Before I could even ask what she wanted, She roughly grabbed me by my upper arms and forcefully shoved me back up against the nearest wall. Her lips immediately latched onto my neck, leaving behind many passionate and hungry kisses.
"Ahh...Layla," she purred, her voice thick with lust, "I just got finished with a really annoying fight and now all I want is you. I want you so badly."
Her words sent shivers down my spine as she continued to ravage my sensitive neck with her hungry mouth. One of her hands started to roughly grope and play with my left breast over my dress. I could feel my nipples hardening instantly from her touch.
At the same time, I felt Hela's knee push its way up between my legs, rubbing right against my most intimate spot through my panties. "Mmmh...Hela!" I let out a wanton moan, giving in to the pleasure she was giving me.
Hela chuckled against my neck before biting down on it. Nipping at the skin playfully. "You like that, don't you, Layla? I can feel how wet you're getting for me already." She increased the pressure of her knee, grinding it harder against my sensitive clit.
"Yes!" I gasped out, my hands gripping onto her shoulders.
Without any warning, she attacked my lips next, her tongue slipping right into my mouth. I could feel my knees growing weak, despite the immense power now flowing through my veins. Hela had a way of making me submit so easily, as if my body was hers to command. I closed my eyes and let her do what she wanted.
Her deft hands made quick work of my black dress, yanking it off with supernatural strength. I gasped as I felt something hard and fleshy poking insistently against my lower lips. When I opened my eyes, I realized that Hela had magically shed her own clothes during our passionate kiss.
But rather than plunge her magically conjured cock into my eager pussy, Hela instead adjusted her hips and aimed for a different hole entirely.
"Hela, that's the wrong one!" I squeaked in alarm, my eyes widening as realization dawned on me.
The Goddess just smirked and kissed my cheek, her eyes swimming with mischief and desire.
"Not tonight, it's not," she purred silkily. Then with a sharp thrust of her hips, she shoved her thick cock deep into my asshole.
I let out a shriek of pained pleasure as my body stretched to accommodate the sudden invasion. Anal play was not something we indulged in very often, and I had not been expecting this!
"You're mine, Layla!" she growled possessively.
My feet dangled off the ground as she held me effortlessly with her strong arms. Our breasts were pressed together, slick with our sweat as we started to make love. I purred as Hela slowly thrust her thick, hard cock deeper into my tight ass. "It's so big," I whimpered, my voice quivering with pleasure.
Hela smiled wickedly, her hips never stopping their relentless rhythm. "Your ass is even tighter than your perfect pussy," she panted, her breath hot against my ear.
"You're so bad, H–Hela," I replied with a small stutter. The pleasure was getting to me. "Don't you know where we are?" I asked her.
Hela laughed, and didn't stop. "Oh, I know alright. Getting your ass fucked in a church of all places is exciting, isn't it?" She locked her gaze with mine, my cheeks flushed and my moans echoing off the stone walls.
This wasn't just any church! It was the freaking Vatican. We were definitely committing blasphemy right now!
Hela kept up the steady, deep thrusts for what felt like an eternity, sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. In between breathless kisses and love bites, she whispered filthy words in my ear, telling me how good I felt, how much she loved fucking me.
As she picked up the pace, I could see Hela's expression tightening and hear her breathing quickening. Suddenly, her hips stilled and a guttural moan tore from her lips as she threw her head back in ecstasy. I felt her hot cum spilling deep inside me, coating my inner walls and triggering my own explosive orgasm.
"I'm cumming too, Hela!" I cried out, not caring if anyone in the nearby rooms heard our wanton cries of bliss. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me as Hela continued to fill me with her essence.
She didn't pull her thick, hard cock out of my well-fucked ass right away. Instead, she decided to lavish my large, bare breasts with her attention first.
Her mouth attacked my sensitive nipples with passion and urgency, as if she'd been pent up and needed this release. I figured she must have been in some annoying, draining battle to work up such an appetite. Hela marked me up good, sucking possessive hickeys all over the soft swells of my tits.
When she was satisfied, Hela scooped me up, cock still buried deep in my ass, and carried me over to a nearby table. She laid me out on my back and I smirked up at her with pure lust, already knowing what was coming next. This goddess never disappointed.
Hela spread my legs wide open, giving her perfect access to my most intimate places. Then she started fucking my ass again, right there on the table. Her huge shaft pumped in and out of my tight hole even faster and harder than before. The second round felt even better than the mind-blowing first.
My big tits bounced and jiggled on my chest as I cried out in pure ecstasy.
"Fuck yes, I needed this so badly!" Hela moaned, clearly feeling the same intensity of pleasure. One of her hands came up to play with her own nipples as she continued thrusting into me. "Oh god, you're so fucking sexy, Layla," she panted, slamming her cock deeper.
"You feel so good inside me. So hot." I lost myself in the sensation of her huge shaft spreading me open and filling me up. "You're so good, Hela. I love your cock," I mewled.
Hela grinned down at me, biting her lip. "You like when I fuck your tight little ass?" she demanded to know, holding my hips as she pounded me.
"Yes!" I cried out immediately, pushing my hips back to meet her thrusts. "Yes, I love it!"
"Who owns your ass, Layla?" she asked again, her hands gripping my waist tightly. I could feel how hard and thick she was, getting ready to explode inside me again.
"You do, Hela! You own my ass!" I screamed as I felt myself coming undone once more. My whole body erupted in shattering pleasure.
Hela joined me at the same moment, her hands clenching my waist hard as she started to cum deep inside me for the second time. The look of utter relief and ecstasy on the Goddess's face was so erotic to behold. I loved that it was me, my body, that could bring this powerful woman such intense rapture.
As we both came down from our incredible highs, Hela collapsed on top of me, her softening cock still nestled in my ass. I wrapped my arms around her and we just breathed together, basking in the afterglow.
Something told me that this wasn't the last round though. With Hela, it never was, and I sure as hell wasn't complaining. Give me a goddess with an insatiable sex drive any day!
(R-18 End)
–Layla–
Hela and I emerged from the room about two hours later, both of us feeling a lot more refreshed. The sex had been something we both needed, especially with all the pressure building across this world.
When we returned to the room that Michael had essentially turned into a war room, Azazel greeted me with a knowing smirk. "Is it my imagination, or are you limping slightly, Layla?" He teased me.
"I'm not limping!" I pouted.
[Yes, you were...]
Gabriel, standing nearby, pursed her lips and directed a fierce glare at Hela. "You better be treating my baby sister right! I don't care if you two already have an adorable child together or not!" she declared!
Hela looked taken aback, her gaze flickering to the blonde archangel and me in surprise. "What?"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Hela treats me more than alright, Gabriel."
My sister tilted her head at me. "Are you sure, Layla? I mean, I did hear a lot of screaming coming from that room..." she trailed off.
Now, I was laughing and blushing at the same time.
[There had been a lot of screaming…]
Hela started chuckling along with me. I had to remind myself that while Gabriel was ruthless on the battlefield, she was still completely clueless when it came to anything intimate. I quickly pulled her into a hug, trying to ease her confusion. "I'm fine, Gabriel. Really."
"Ok, Layla!" her wings fluttered happily behind her as she hugged me back.
I gave Azazel the finger, who was practically rolling on the floor laughing at this point.
Once that awkward moment passed, Michael returned to the war room, leading a group of the most well known exorcists from the DxD world. Among them, I recognized Vasco Strada, Xenovia Quarta, and her mother Griselda. Irina Shido was there too, and her face lit up when she spotted Gabriel in the room.
The way Irina was looking at my sister wasn't just admiration—it was clearly infatuation. Gabriel, of course, remained blissfully unaware. Over the centuries, less subtle suitors than Irina had tried to win her heart, only to be met with the same innocent obliviousness. It was endearing in its own way…
[She's as dense as the average harem protagonist…]
Michael spoke up, drawing everyone's attention. "Before we get too comfortable, I'd like to thank everyone for staying strong, despite the state of our world. Thank you for not giving up, and for fighting alongside us," he said, bowing his head respectfully to the humans gathered.
"Please, don't bow to us, Lord Michael," Griselda spoke softly. "It's only because of you and the angels that the devils haven't caused more chaos. All of us exorcists are ready to lay down our lives to finally eliminate them from our world."
Michael gave Griselda a solemn nod. "Thank you, Griselda. I hope it won't come to that, but if it does, remember—death is not the end."
The exorcists exchanged curious glances, clearly intrigued by his words. Before Michael could elaborate, I cleared my throat, gaining their attention. As a fallen angel, I could still sense some lingering discomfort from a few of them, but after decades of peace between us and the Church, it wasn't nearly as tense as it once had been.
"Anyone who dies fighting in the underworld will be resurrected by me," I said calmly.
A collective gasp swept through the room. My ability to raise the dead wasn't well known on Earth DxD. The exorcists looked shocked and amazed.
"And furthermore," I continued, letting the gravity of my words sink in, "if anyone wishes to become an Angel, I can make that happen as well. You don't have to decide now of course." There was another wave of astonishment. The room went silent for a moment as everyone absorbed what I had just offered.
"You can make me an angel?" Irina asked, her voice full of disbelief.
I nodded and took a moment to explain. "As the Goddess of Angels, I can transform humans and other mortals into angels or fallen angels, depending on their karma."
Irina bit her lip, clearly nervous. "What if... I become a Fallen Angel?"
Before I could respond, Xenovia spoke up with her hands on her hips. "You're not going to become a fallen angel, Irina. You've never done anything bad."
Irina blushed, squirming slightly. "But I have naughty thoughts sometimes," she confessed, glancing over at Gabriel.
Of course, my sister—completely oblivious as always—gave Irina a kind, friendly smile in return.
"Thoughts don't determine karma, only deeds," I reassured her, though in truth, I wasn't entirely sure how karma worked either. Still, I doubted a girl who spent her life saving people from stray devils had any reason to worry. It seemed highly unlikely that someone with a heart like hers would end up as a fallen angel.
After a moment of hesitation, Irina nodded. "Okay... I trust you."
With her permission, I gently placed my hand on top of her head and allowed my divine power to flow into her, transforming her on a conceptual level. I could feel the change taking place—her mortal essence shifting, evolving into something more. Something immortal, filled with hope and purity.
When she opened her eyes again, a soft, radiant glow surrounded her, and as I'd suspected, a pair of white, fluffy wings sprouted from her back. Irina let out a joyful squeal and immediately began rubbing her wings with her fingers, pure delight lighting up her face.
"They're so soft!" she exclaimed, her happiness bubbling over.
Gabriel clapped her hands in excitement. "Irina, you look beautiful!"
Irina blushed again, her gaze briefly meeting Gabriel's. "Thank you... Gabriel," she whispered, her wings fluttering lightly as she basked in the praise.
I turned to the rest of the exorcists, offering them the same opportunity. "If any of you wish to become angels as well, I can grant that to you. The choice is yours."
Vasco Strada, the legendary exorcist, stepped forward first. His weathered face bore the marks of a life spent on the battlefield, and his eyes, though aged, still burned with the fire of a warrior. "I appreciate the offer, Lady Layla," he said with a deep, respectful bow. "But I've lived my life as the strongest human. I'd like to die as a human, too. That's the path I've chosen."
I nodded in understanding. Vasco Strada had earned his title through sheer human determination. To him, staying mortal was a matter of pride. I respected that choice.
Griselda, however, seemed more conflicted. She stood there, silent, her expression one of deep contemplation. She glanced at Xenovia.
"I want to become an angel," Xenovia declared confidently, looking at me and then at Irina with a soft smile. "I want to stay with my friend. And... being an angel will make my future child more powerful!"
Her words surprised Griselda, who raised her brows slightly. "Your future child?" she echoed.
Xenovia nodded in determination. "Yes. My future child. Becoming an angel will make them stronger."
Griselda looked back at me, a trace of hesitation in her eyes. "I've spent my entire life fighting as a human... but if my daughter…and grandchild," she added with a sigh, "is going to walk this path, then I will too. We'll continue to fight together, as Angels." She turned to Vasco Strada and apologized to him for not wanting to stay human, but he just waved her off. Saying it was completely fine.
I smiled. "Alright, let's do this." I reached out and placed my hands over Griselda's and Xenovia's heads. Just as I had with Irina, I let my divine power flow into them, altering their very essences, elevating them to something more than human.
As the transformation took hold, a pair of white wings emerged from the backs of mother and daughter. I let out a small breath of relief. I wasn't entirely sure Xenovia was going to have white wings. The girl was very perverted in Canon after all… But that was after she became a Devil I supposed.
Irina flew over to her best friend. "We match now!" she laughed, her wings brushing against Xenovia's.
Xenovia smiled as she tested her wings, stretching them out carefully. "I suppose we do."
Now that the matter of transformations had been settled, Michael stepped forward again and gathered everyone's attention. His expression turned serious as he began giving orders to the gathered exorcists—angel or human, it didn't matter. Each was assigned a role, and he laid out the strategy for where they would be striking in the underworld. He detailed the areas of focus, the battle lines they would need to hold, and the demonic strongholds they planned to assault.
Once the exorcists had received their instructions and dispersed to make preparations, Michael turned to Hela and me. "Hela, are the forces of Asgard ready to join us in this fight? Azazel claims they are ready but I wanted to be sure."
Hela gave a small curt nod. "Of course. Asgard stands ready. I will personally lead our forces alongside Thor and Sif on the front lines."
I raised an eyebrow at that. "Where has Sif been?" I asked Hela, wondering why I hadn't seen Sif with Hela when she arrived.
Hela smirked slightly. "Sif's been busy training, she has really gotten a lot more powerful since you last saw her fight. I think you'll be surprised by the results," Hela told me.
I couldn't help but smile at that. Sif was always the disciplined one. It made sense that she would be training hard, ensuring that she was at her absolute best for the chaos that always seemed to find us wherever we went.
"As for Thor…" Hela let out a deep sigh. "He's busy playing with…Thor." She couldn't have sounded more exasperated by that confusing statement if she tried.
"Wait, what?" I asked.
"Yes," Hela groaned. "They basically became best friends as soon as they met each other. They then teamed up to beat the Hell out of Hades," Hela said with a small smirk. She knew what she did there…
–Rizevim–
Rizevim Livan Lucifer returned to his hidden mansion deep within the chaotic expanse of the Dimensional Gap, his expression twisted with a mix of frustration and cruel satisfaction. The events in Asgard had not gone according to plan—Hades had been lost, claimed by the relentless fury of not one, but two Thors. Rizevim's lip curled in disdain at the thought, but his mind quickly shifted to the grander scheme at play. As much as he hated losing an ally like Hades, it was a small setback in the face of his true goal.
His plans to unleash Trihexa, the apocalyptic beast, were nearing fruition. The hidden seals that kept the beast imprisoned were being dismantled one by one by his loyal followers scattered across the world. Soon, all of the seals would be broken, and Khaos would reign! He let out a low, sinister chuckle as he strode through the dark corridors of his mansion.
As he entered a dimly lit chamber, his gaze drifted toward the large, fortified cage nestled in the corner of the room. A cruel smile crept across his face as he approached. Inside the cage sat his secret weapon—his ultimate trump card in the chaos of the coming war. He couldn't allow the Devil's to lose too easily after all, since they were down to a single Maou that couldn't even attack.
Inside the cage was Vali Lucifer.
The boy sat quietly in the cage, his silver hair falling over his eyes. His once sharp and defiant gaze was dull and lifeless, a far cry from the White Dragon Emperor who had once threatened Rizevim's plans. The disgusting blood of a human coursed through Vali's veins was something Rizevim couldn't tolerate.
But Rizevim had taken care of that.
Years ago, when Vali had been much younger and weaker, Rizevim had broken him—mind, body, and spirit. Slowly, meticulously, he had shattered every shred of the boy's will, leaving nothing but an empty shell behind. Vali, the once-proud White Dragon Emperor, was no longer a threat. He had become nothing more than a tool, a bomb waiting to be unleashed.
Rizevim's fingers lightly tapped the bars of the cage as he stared at his creation, his smile widening. He had conditioned Vali's mind to trigger the Juggernaut Drive whenever Rizevim wished. He could unleash the White Dragon's rampage at a moment's notice, turning Vali into a living weapon of mass destruction.
"How far you've fallen, my dear descendant," Rizevim muttered mockingly, his eyes gleaming with malice. "But don't worry, soon enough, you'll be useful again. Amidst the chaos, you'll burn everything. You'll be the perfect distraction while I sneak into heaven and undo the final seal. And then, Khaos will reign!"
Vali didn't respond. He never did. His mind was too far gone…
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