The Unholy Whale Ch. 02

Chapter 2 Devotion

I felt proud of myself as I finished cleaning up the final remains of last night's debauchery. Looking over at the hopefully magical Soul deck placed on my desk, I felt a lot better over having wasted a fortune on bad gacha rolls. I was dying to do some experiments with the deck of cards, to test out its magic, but a more pressing concern than my dying curiosity was that I felt as if I was almost about to die from hunger.

My fridge was nigh empty, so I decided that any magic experiments could wait a little longer as I prepared to head out to buy some food. When I was about to put on my shoes, ready to head out, a familiar feeling of drowsiness crept up on me.

"At least let a poor guy eat something..." I muttered while I stumbled backwards. Still holding on to one of my sneakers, I slumped down against the wall and fell into a deep slumber.

***

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in the carefully tended open air garden of an oriental temple. Barefoot, still holding one of my shoes, I looked around as a cool and fragrant morning breeze blew through the garden. Tending to a pond in front of the inner temple was the demoness office lady from yesterday. Her delicate body shuddered slightly in the cold breeze as she looked up at me. Fitting the temple aesthetic, she had exchanged her professional business lady attire for a shrine maiden's outfit; she was barely recognizable if not for her reddish skin, hime cut and and swinging demon's tail. If looking past her demonic features, she would definitely be considered the very pinnacle of traditional Japanese beauty.

"Most esteemed guest, I need to express my sincere apologies and deepest shame." The demoness' melodious voice was tinged with shame while she approached me from the pond she had been tending. Her steps were small and deliberate. She lowered her head in a deep bow. "Please accept my apologies on behalf of Satania Co. Ltd. You regrettably woke up from your dream before I had time to properly finish the duties I have been tasked with."

"Hold up, I have some questions for you first." I held out my hand, promptly stopping the demoness' speech. She looked at me with curiosity; the way she looked straight at me made me feel as though whatever I would ask her was the most important thing in her world. Naturally, it made me nervous. "F-first of all, is this is a dream?"

"Ah-" She smiled warmly while she rose from her deep bow, adjusting the sash of her red shrine maiden's skirt. "A simple question with a complicated answer. For you it both is and is not a dream. You are currently talking to me in a temple in old Kyoto. You are here, both physically and mentally. However, you also remain sleeping in the place from where I called you, and you would return there immediately if you woke up. Transporting humans far distances is... complicated. I have learned that it is easiest to do so by separating body and soul while your mental defenses are down while you are dreaming."

I did not really understand the logic behind her answer. But what did I know of magic? From what I gathered, I actually was in Japan, though.

"Okay, thanks for that explanation. You said 'transporting humans', as if you are something else. What, and who are you?" I asked, trying not to stare too much at the exotic beauty's red skin and the pointed tail protruding out from under the sash of her dress.

The shrine maiden's face lit up with another smile aimed straight at my heart. "It is an astute observation that I am not one of you mortals. My kind has existed since the beginning, forever the enemy of the holy Creator. My name is Azrael."

"So you really are a demon or devil or something... Last question before we can return to why you brought me here. Why do you look Japanese? And what's with the miko outfit?"

My rude questions were once again met with sincere curiosity from the demoness Azrael. "My profession for a long time has been as a caretaker of this temple. Every soul following the teachings of Shinto or the Buddha is one soul less in service of my enemy. Due to my already strong connection with Japan because of this, I was chosen by my wise Master to manage the development of our sinful mobile game." She looked around the beautifully tended temple garden, her small body still shivering slightly in the cold breeze. "This is where I truly feel at home. The world of business is too... how do I say it in English... too cutthroat? My preference is the stillness of this garden, the silent meditation and striving for inner peace."

So she was some kind of Zen priestess? She had me completely hooked! "Okay, sorry just one more question then. Won't the visitors of your temple find it weird that the priestess has red skin, fangs and a tail?!"

My question elicited a light, chiming laughter from the demon. "You are funny, dear guest. You see me like this because I trust you. Other humans may see a normal mortal girl, or maybe not see anyone at all." She gathered herself for a moment after the laughter and tried to look more serious and businesslike again. "Well then, enough idle talk about an ordinary servant such as oneself--let us return to the task at hand."

I nodded while I admired the beautiful miko in front of me. She was anything but ordinary!

"The Soul Deck you have been granted allows for a mortal without any aptitude in the Dark Arts to capture the souls of any woman he desire." Just like in the game, huh? I thought as she continued. "To successfully capture the soul and essence of your target, three steps are required. To initiate, you require the girl of your desire to touch a blank card of the deck. To then begin the battle for her soul, you will need to dominate her physically. To actually succeed with the entrapment of a soul, you need to claim her with your seed." She described this absurd sequence of events in the same way another person would perhaps give you instructions on how to change a broken tire.

"So... I accidentally managed to use the power of the deck on my stepsister, then. She unwittingly touched the cards when she swiped stuff of my desk, I dominated her by catching her hand when she was about to slap me. And I... claimed her by... fucking her and releasing inside of her..?" As I articulated the last part, I flashed back to images of my little sister's remade pornstar body bouncing up and down on my desk while I was fucking her. Her enormous tits covered in milk and sweat and-

"Yes, that is right." The demoness nodded approvingly. "I am very impressed by the initiative you have shown so far, using the deck before receiving guidance in how to utilize its power. However, I need to correct you slightly. The act of claiming a soul through the ritual is completed by dirtying a dominated soul with your seed. You need not limit yourself to penetration as long as your essence claims her." She continued to explain to me as if talking about the weather.

"I think I understand, but something's been bothering me, though. You talk about trapping souls. When my errr... the soul capture was complete, it was as if the world reset. My sister left in a hurry, and the card she must have touched is the only remaining proof that something happened to her. Is this part of the magic spell too?"

"The act of separating and claiming a soul from a mortal body is a complicated and vile process. The very fabric of creation struggles against such forbidden magic. Thus, while it is true that your stepsister's essence, her very soul now belongs to you, it is also true that a remnant of your sister will continue to mimic the life it knew before, as best a soulless husk can manage. We refer to this remnant as a Simulacrum, and you can think of it as a resting place for the entrapped soul to lie dormant when it is not in service of you. A Simulacrum will attempt to feign life like before, but it may not be able to reconcile its past life with the will imposed upon the claimed soul by its Summoner." I could tell Azrael struggled a bit to explain all of this in English. She did an admirable job, though! She continued.

"Furthermore, when a Summoner calls upon a trapped soul, the struggling fabric of reality that facilitate the creation of a Simulacrum shatters. For all mortals, except for the owner of the soul, the perceived reality will seamlessly shift in such a way that it will be as if the Simulacrum, and the mortal that existed before the entrapment of the hosted soul, had never existed. The effects will be reversed once the summoning spell is released.

A Simulacrum as a cradle for a trapped soul may be a hard concept to grasp for someone not well versed in the Dark Arts, but in some ways, it is not unlike your current position. You are talking to me here in a temple in Japan, yet also sleeping on the floor of your apartment in America." Azrael finally finished her long explanation, looking at me expectantly, as if she was worried I had not understood her.

That was quite the exposition dump... So, if I understood Azrael's words correctly, the real version of my sister was currently residing in the card on my desk. What had left my apartment in a hurry after an attempt to slap me was a copy of my sister, referred to as a Simulacrum, that would host her soul when I had no use for it. If I actually invoked the card to summon the trapped soul to my service, the fake would disappear and the rest of reality would adapt to this change. But then, if I unsummoned the captured soul, life would return to the way it was when the Simulacrum had always existed.

In other words, the girl brazenly displaying her enormous bazoongas on one of the cards in my Soul Deck was the real version of Jenny, while the Jenny that had left my apartment in a hurry was a fake. Even though the fake version looked like how I knew my sister to look and the real one had changed into something close to my ideal sex fantasy. But could this so called Simulacrum really even be called a fake copy of my sister in the reality where it existed, since there would be no other version of Jenny in that reality? I rubbed my forehead, trying to come to terms with it all. This dark magic stuff was so goddamn complicated! I thought this would be a simple affair full of breast expansion and sex...

"Do you have any more questions, noble guest?" Azrael tilted her perfect face, as we stood together in the chilly temple garden. The bright rays of morning sunlight were starting to shine through the clouds overhead.

"It's a lot to take in, a doozy as we'd say, but I think I get the gist of it." Just looking at her quizzical face, eagerly waiting for my answer, it took my utmost effort to resist not falling heedlessly in love. "Thanks a lot Azrael... err... Azrael-san?"

"Oh, I am simply glad to be the guide along your path." She hesitated slightly and then continued. "I must admit that I was a bit nervous as to whether my English would be good enough to explain all of this to you, but I am very happy you seem to have understood my humble explanation." She flashed another smile, showing her teeth and small fangs, followed by a formal bow. The miko hesitated slightly again and then continued, her voice now a little bit strained and unnatural. "Now then, I have been asked to perform another task to reward you."

She approached me with gentle steps, her body shivering under her sheer shrine maiden's dress. I had to fight my male impulses to shield this frail waif from the cold and every other thing in the world that could hurt her when she suddenly surprised me by swiftly and unceremoniously undoing her sash. She dropped kneeling before me with her upper body and breasts bared. I dropped the shoe I was still holding from surprise.

"Please allow this one to service you to the best of her ability." The nude body she had revealed was just as perfect as her face. Her slender arms were placed on her lap, pushing out delicate but far bigger than just modest breasts. Her red-tone skin showed goosebumps from the cold breeze and her nipples stood at attention.

When I saw Azrael, naked and exposed beneath me, half of me was again gripped by an almost paternal impulse to lift this beautiful creature and carry her away to protect her from harm. The other, more base half, wanted to overpower her and see how rough I could be with her delicate body! The demoness gently unbuckled my belt and pulled my pants down with slender hands. Seeing my dick poke out from under my underwear gave her a slight pause.

"It's... so big..."

The ego boost of having a inhumanly beautiful demon girl compliment my human cock like that was something out of this world! With a careful touch, as if almost afraid, Azrael pulled down my underwear, freeing the shackled beast within and looked up at me with awe. This was too good to be true...

Any doubts I had as to the veracity of the situation were however swiftly brushed aside when the perfect girl kneeling before me began to softly lick up and down my dick. The kind licks from the shrine maiden in her temple garden felt intimate and romantic. She looked up at me with big, expressive eyes while she pleasured me with her soft tongue. The purity she radiated almost made me feel as if this virginal creature should be anywhere but on my dick.

However, as she continued to gently service me with her tongue, I noticed that her breath grew more and more rough and ragged. Her sweet tongue took on a different character, the licks changed to no longer be soft and caring but instead sloppy and hungry. Azrael gradually began to slobber up and down my shaft, every touch of my manhood against her seemed to draw out more and more of a raw passion and lust lurking and simmering inside of her.

My dick twitched in excitement from seeing the previously graceful miko lustfully and sloppily worship my cock with her tongue. Sensing my excitement and twitching dick, Azrael plopped her mouth open and began to use it along with her tongue to pleasure me. At first she seemed hesitant, trying to limit herself to only take the tip of my penis inside her. The feeling of my dick bouncing around in her welcoming mouth, however seemed to make it impossible for the demoness to be satisfied with such gentle teasing. Soon after she had accepted me inside her warm mouth-hole, she progressed to take more and more of me inside of her. Her whole body trembled with excitement and her lust seemed to grow more fierce the harder she sucked me off.

Eventually, the kneeling Azrael impaled her mouth back and forth with fervor on my now rock-hard dick. Breathing heavily through her nose, my member deep in her throat, she looked up at me with tearing eyes driven mad with lust. Her temple, the teachings, the talks about meditation--nothing she had mentioned earlier seemed to matter to her anymore. Only getting my big dick deeper and deeper down her throat appeared to give this creature beneath me purpose and meaning.

I looked down at her while she choked on my dick, when Azrael's tail suddenly wrapped around my hands and she guided them down to the back of her head. With her tail still wrapped around my hands, she began to roughly move my hands back and forth as they were planted on the back of her head, the tail aiding me in violently throatfucking her. She wanted me to fuck her mouth this roughly?! The proper priestess that I had admired just minutes ago had been completely replaced with a ravenous, insatiable beast of sexual desire, begging me to slam her head against my dick, to jam my cock as far down her throat-pussy as was humanly possible.

Barely able to breathe from my dick filling her, the demoness roughly pulled at her full breasts and swollen nipples as she knelt before me. Completely given to her lust, she looked up at me with begging eyes. Eyes that signaled wanting nothing more than for me to use her for my own desire. To empty myself down her throat. She let me know that she had given herself up to me completely and had reduced herself to nothing more than a piece of meat for me to enjoy. A slut for my pleasure.

I grunted as I repeatedly downed all of my manhood down her eager throat, my fingers digging into her soft raven hair every time I slammed her face against me. This seemingly perfect and admirable girl had turned into a begging whorish mess by simply sucking on my penis. "I need to dirty this pretender slut's perfect hair and body with my cum." I thought and felt myself closer and closer to release.

Just when I was about to pull out to nut all over this whore in the guise of the Madonna's doll-like face, Azrael's tail still wrapped around my hands roughly pulled me back in as she gagged hard on my member. The sight of the demoness, choking hard on cock while kneeling before me with her chest exposed, pushed me over the edge. My whole body shaking, I released inside her as Azrael responded to the pulsing of my dick by her body tensing and twitching. She drew ragged breaths through her nose while her eyes were tearing. The ragged moans grew into satisfied panting as I softened; she massaged her tits, pressing them together and upwards, as though she wished to give me an optimal view of her body and breasts. She finally released her tail wrapped around my hands--it had been so tightly wound around my arms that it had left visible marks.

When I pulled out from deep inside Azrael's throat, she looked up at me with lustful eyes, still pushing her breasts out with her hands as she licked her full lips and made certain to swallow any leftover drips of my cum. "Thank you... for the delicious... food, sir." She moaned with a much thicker accent than before, still panting heavily.

Then, as if a switch flipped, the face of the shameless whore kneeling in front of me changed from lust and submissiveness to embarrassment as she looked down at her heaving, exposed chest and brought her arms up over it, shielding her bare breasts from my view. She remained quiet for a few seconds until she finally spoke, her eyes and nose still runny from how she had handled my dick.

"I... I... a-apologize for my unsightly behavior. It is all too easy for my kind to lose ourselves in carnal pleasure." She stood up and turned her back to me while tying the sash of her miko dress. She tried to wipe her face with her hands as best she could.

"You don't say?" I teased. "Well, I see no reason for you to apologize. You sure know how to please a guy-"

At this she paused, turning her head to me while still standing with her back turned.

"I... thank you for the high praise. Know that I am a novice in the world of mortals and mortal pleasure, so I ask you to please be patient with me. We ummm..." She seemed embarrassed to continue to speak. "D-demons of my rank may... imprint... after we are intimate with someone. I will... deal with that." She paused, peering at me for a long time with her back still turned. "I will treasure every encounter with you, my now special mortal, as a boon. Please, continue to use the Soul Deck, and we shall see each other again soon." At the last sentence, she gave me another one of her heart crushing smiles, beautiful despite her still messy visage. While I began to wake, I peered back at the perfect Japanese demoness' smiling face. I felt as though she had shown me her true self now.

***

I awoke leaning against the wall; bright sunlight shone through the windows. How long was I even out for?

I yawned a satisfied yawn while I stretched. I felt more well-rested than I had in a long time, even if I had slept with the wall as support. I stood up and considered to perhaps just go to bed to continue to sleep. Then I noticed a wetness in my boxer briefs. Figures that is what happens after a wet dream, even if the dream is induced by a delicate Japanese office lady demoness slash shrine maiden servicing you with her mouth after actually teleporting you to Japan.