Chương 13: Chapter 13: Embers of Passion R-18!!
The task before her was daunting but she was never one to give up, she'd figure out a way to whip her into shape.
From what she knew, Azula couldn't stand being belittled, she used power to instil fear into her subjects and reigned with an iron fist. Sadly she was merely a weak human by this world's standards. Kurokiba didn't want to admit it but the strong Azula was just child low class devil in terms of power here, even then she was just a step away from being low class.
Knowing Azula's character she couldn't stand being ordinary, she believed it was her destiny to rule over others and her narcissistic nature would never allow her to live an ordinary life. Since she was practically powerless she couldn't even hope to control the powerful devils of this world.
With this information, Kurokiba concluded it would be easier to bait her using her power, she'd offer Azula protection and give her the illusion of having control over her to some extent. From there she'd try to slowly change her warped views.
Having formed a plan in mind, Kurokiba left her mindscape, she waited patiently for Kuroka to wake up and after an hour, the nekomata finally stirred.
She looked around for a few seconds before it dawned on her that she lost, looking at the smiling dark skinned girl beside her bed, Kuroka smiled with some pride and a hint of sadness. She felt that she was no longer needed and that left a pen in her heart.
"Finally awake huh? So what do you think of my attack earlier." Kurokiba asked cheerfully.
"It was great!! Kinda unfair how you used delayed spells but I know when I lost and respect that great strategy." Kuroka spoke, her voice seemed to lower with each word.
"Uhh, actually it wasn't a delayed spell, I just charged the spell and kept you busy during our fight. Since I can't use devil magic due to my magic resembling those of humans. I just devised a formula and slowly drew the magic circle without chanting." Kurokiba replied while shyly scratching her cheek.
"So you mean to say you divided your focus between battling me close range while also drawing and charging a complex magic spell during our fight?" Kuroka asked with a raised eyebrow, this feat required even more focus and talent than casting delayed magic.
"Yep, but the spell wasn't really complex, I just used a low tire magic and enhanced it using my sword intent to increase its potency." Kurokiba said proudly.
"Well that must be really taxing. I'm proud of you looks like you're no longer a little kitten." Kuroka smiled sweetly as she ruffled Kurokiba's hair.
"Yeah, I'm a fierce lioness now so stop ruffling my hair." Kurokiba said with a slight pout.
Kuroka giggled as she shifted off the bed and onto her feet. The whole room turned silent as neither party was willing to start the conversation, but they both knew it had to be said.
"Hey Kuroka, I know that you've been taking care of me and buying me all these cool grimores and weapons, but I think it's time I went out on my own to improve." Kurokiba said bluntly, she was never good with expressing herself in times like these even after all these years.
"Haa, I- can't you just stay and join Vali's group?" Kuroka pleaded.
"I can't, what you guys are chasing is not what I want to pursue. But I'll always be indebted to you and will never ignore your call when you need me. I'll jump into battle without question if need be and I'll always stay with you when the world turns against you." Kurokiba said resolutely.
"Then stay! Can't you just do that one thing for me?" Kuroka screamed as her voice cracked.
"I'll always be here, I just want to explore the world and meet new people please understand, I know where my home is and I'll always come back." Kurokiba hugged the now sobbing Kuroka as she assured her.
"There there, before I leave I'd like to request something of you." Kurokiba said in a comforting tone.
"W-what do you want?" Kuroka backed away and asked, still a little peeved.
"I want you to become my extar. Please let me become your liberator. "Kurokiba said as she wiped the tears of Kuroka's eyes.
"What's that?" Kuroka asked curiously. Having forgotten about Kurokiba's other abilities since they never brought them up over the years.
"Essentially you'll become my weapon and cleave through my foes by my side." Kurokiba explained briefly.
"How do we do that?" She asked, she could tell that she meant it literally.
"Trust yourself unto me. Don't resist." Kurokiba said in a dominant tone as she leaned in for a kiss.
Kuroka backed away a little but soon also leaned in, their lips soon touched. For a few seconds neither of them did anything, Kurokiba enjoyed the bliss of having her lips against Kuroka's soft sweep lips while Kuroka was too stunned to react.
Kurokiba took the lead, her lips parted as she kissed Kuroka more intimately, her hands wandered the nekomata's voluptuous body, up her exposed thigh, passed her soft breasts and she clung tightly onto her soft supple ass.
Kuroka moaned into the kiss, she melted into Kurokiba's embrace and let the girl explore every nook and cranny of her mouth with her tongue. The kiss became wetter and more heated.
The two girls fell head first into their carnal desire and let lust drive them, seeing as she was ready, Kurokiba attacked Kuroka's tail while her other hand caressed her dripping slit. She moaned in desire and lust as Kurokiba continued in her efforts.
Kuroka also didn't stay idle, her hands wandered Kurokiba's body and tried clumsily to reciprocate her actions. Soon enough Kuroka felt something well up in her abdomen, it sought to escape and gushed out like a river out of her slit.
"Nyahhh!!~" She let out a moan as her eyes glazed over, her cheeks were adorned with a blush as she felt something tug at her soul.
She closed her eyes and accepted the feeling, it promised her unimaginable pleasure and contentment as a woman. She was engulfed by a bright light and slowly her form morphed, using Kurokiba's subconscious to shape her she turned into a rapier, her most favoured weapon.
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