Demon's Punish Ch. 03

Jake inched closer to Rhea. Rhea's hiss mellowed into a coo. Jake's head remained fixed on Angie's pussy and ass, as much as he could see of them, but his body sought a closer release to its frustration. Rhea bunched up her black moo moo with as much haste as her withered body could manage.

Gideon paid them no further heed. He ran his tongue along Angie's clavicle and made slow laps along the perimeter of her large breasts. He gave both equal attention; lifting them to trace the under sides and the deep cleft in between. He felt the pregnant mound within Angie change. He kissed her belly, stroking her distended belly. He went back up to her left breast, taking a mouthful between his lips. He suckled the nipple, massaging with his lips and teasing with his teeth. He stroked her belly and ran a finger down between her legs.

Her sex was feverish, the outer lips thrust aside by inner labia. They were slick and the skin pulsed with the blood flow beneath the surface. Her body shivered again. He ran his finger around and between the folds of her sex, teasing her clit with each pass.

"Yeah..." Angie panted. "Just...like...oh fuck...yeah." Only a word could come out each breath.

Gideon moved her legs a little wider, as much as the bindings would allow. He took ten seconds to insert his cock into her. Like a python trying to swallow a pig, it was done one gulp at a time. His cock flexed rubbing and expanding the walls of her vagina.

"You're so..." Angie cut off, her head dropping back to his pillow. Gideon took each of her breasts in one of his hands. They had filled with something, as beneath his massaging black liquid dribbled out. He felt the power laced within, and couldn't stop himself from dropping his head to suckle upon one of them. It was delicious whatever it was. She must have been secreting the dark essence as a form of mother's milk.

He took his time teasing her pussy with his cock. After he inserted it deep within he moved it back out an inch at a time. He milked more fluid from Angie's ripe breasts, switching to the other after the first ran out. When he bottomed out in her pussy for a third time, he stopped, wiggling his hips around. On and on, he teased her and kissed her and made love to her. This was the mother of his creation after all, and he was in no hurry now.

He rose along the crescent of Angie's orgasm like a surfer catching a giant wave. He rode the white caps as it threatened to fall over on itself. In a few seconds it would. The wall of rising pleasure would roll and tumble, somersaulting through a hurricane of pleasure before the wave would jumble back into the depths.

He struck.

"By my name, I claim my coup." The air cooled and strummed his fingers above the swell of her belly. There where the creature had pushed organs aside was her stomach. They were physical, but they were more spiritual. As he stroked with his fingers a dark patch formed on Angie's skin and two black tears oozed out of her body. They floated into the air above Angie.

Gideon snatched them up and put both right above the sheath of Angie's swollen clitoris, his cock buried deep inside of her. He closed his eyes and focused on the seal within Angie's body that resided there. "Open," Gideon spoke in the languages of all languages at once. He watched as one of Angie's chakras, the red chakra of desire and creation, opened like a flower. There he bound the coup to her chakra with his name and his essence.

They both exploded with an orgasm. Gideon shot loads of his dark seed into her womb. The walls of her vagina clenched and massaged his cock. He lay upon her, unwilling to withdraw.

Angie blinked. Gideon unwound his tentacles until they were once more floating behind him like gossamer butterfly wings surfing unfelt currents of air. He stroked her cheek. "Good evening."

"Hi." Angie bent her arms over head and stretched. Her back arched, and Gideon's eyes got lost in the handfuls of her breasts. "It's weird watching the world through Yubari's eyes." Angie blinked again, and her eyes were obsidian black gem stones. Then she blinked again and her eyes were normal. "You know she was an assassin in the thirties?" She shook her head.

"You're taking all of this well."

Angie looked over at Jake wrapped around Rhea's withered body in coitus. "Yeah, you learn to roll with the punches when you get tossed to the shitters." Her hands rubbed over her swollen belly. "She would have eaten all of them, I think, if you hadn't had that coup."

"I warned them." Gideon gave a small shrug.

"Killing Gary really sucks." She sighed. Whatever was inside of her belly pushed out in several places. "She wants out." Angie gasped. "She's pushing on my cervix I think. Feels like a really aggressive pelvic exam."

"Ok, let's get to work before she tears her way out." Gideon kneeled on either side of her, lowering his lips to where he'd placed the coup around her root chakra. They now manifested upon her flesh as intricate tear-shaped tattoos like a stylized yin-yang.

Angie's eyes went all black. "Come. Come."

"Yes, yes," Gideon said, searching his memories. He'd didn't have to operate on instinct now, so he'd rather take his time and do it right.

The Umbral Tide regarded the lady with contempt. Outside her father's forces laid siege to his fortress. The last eight had borne him weak weapons. He'd selected a woman of dark fire for this most recent attempt. He used the darkness to etch the Five Points Binding upon her root chakra. He'd only invoke his name if things went bad, but this vessel was holding up better than the last had. It was becoming apparent that not all vessels were created equal.

"Subject 9 has fully incorporated the Geist. No dissonance is noted along her Muladhara nor adjoining nadis. Adherence has progressed to sufficient maturity to allow for extraction of the chrysalis."

Nearby one of his acolytes scribed each word spoken into a large black book. Another sketched out the scene into an identical black book. The illustrations appeared in the first book and the written words appeared in the second book as if they were one book. A third acolyte jotted foot notes and other bits of context into a third book which synchronized with the other books in real time. Each wore ink black robes with the hoods drawn up. Their hands were gloved and their feet booted.

Gideon wasn't sure if the acolytes were irrelevant to the memory or their utter anonymity purposeful. He paused the memory for a moment, walking through the scene. These memories were more crisp than his own. They were like a holographic archive. He walked over to the table that the girl was strapped to and inspected the sigils outlining her naked body. The pattern was serpentine, coiling around her body and continuing unbroken over her skin. He got closer and peered near her exposed hip bone. He traced the script along the table. His finger ran over the dark wood and up along where her ass cheek molded against the unyielding surface of the table. The script had a cold, slick texture. It was raised from the table. Not ink but something that left a thick trail like veins just poking above the surface of a forearm. They didn't feel alive but they didn't feel inorganic or transitory either. He picked at the place where the girl's ass touched the table and the sigil that spanned the transition between table and flesh. It was seamless and persistent.

He found he knew the words. He could read the entire tapestry of sigils, except he had no English words to a fix to it. In the same way things just made sense in dreams, it all made sense to him. He understood what they were talking about but couldn't recall the exact words.

He shrugged and rewound the memory, skipping further into the past.

Hours earlier, the Umbral Tide gestured for his acolytes to put the woman on the table. He didn't have the patience to let this seed mature on its own. His time was growing short. Instead he opted to invoke the The Dark Regression Into Maturity, one of the most potent seals available to him. He took a step back, not even watching his acolytes tear off the girls clothing or hearing her screams of betrayal. He didn't bother reacting. Really, what was there to say to such naivety? Your father was a fool for trusting my intentions? Now I'm going to use you to destroy him? Utter stupidity to reveal ones plans to anyone, and he had never been one to offer comfort.

"I want one of you there, describe the results. Another there, supplementing with sketches. A third," He turned, pursing his black lips, "There. Provide suitable commentary for me to recreate if it comes to it."

Gideon paused the memory again, walking around the room. They had put the girl on the table and were mid-way through slicing off her clothes. Her clothes were made of an odd material. He fingered it and was surprised. It was spongy and silky like spider's web. It was dyed purple and hugged her body. She was a gorgeous, lanky super model.

What had given him pause was the way the Umbral Tide had said "me." He realized that the Umbral Tide wasn't speaking English, but somehow he, Gideon, was understanding what was being said as if it had been translated into English. He didn't know any other languages, but he'd used the Internet to translate Japanese enough to know how mangled the meaning could come out as. Yet he struggled to grab the original word in the original language. He felt the words there just on the tip of his tongue, teasing him with their incomprehensibility. He was sure that "me" didn't mean what he heard it as, what his mind tried to tell him it meant.

He let the memory resume.

The acolytes finished their work and held her down. She writhed beneath their hands, but the most she managed was to wiggle her wide hips and spit a few times.

Umbral Tide raised his grey, leathery hands. His fingers worked in intricate gestures, bending and twisting in inhuman ways. Gideon watched as something unlocked within the girl. The manipulation of that seal required deft manipulation. The seal resisted. Umbral Tide frowned, speeding up his fingers. The girl's eyes went wide. Her back arced and the acolytes fell away. From the seal those spidery sigils crept out across her body and onto the table. Like a net wound tight, her body was immobilized by the sigils.

Gideon let the memory play through as he mused about why the Umbral Tide had used a Five Points Binding, which had no visible affect upon her body when the Dark Regression Into Maturity had bound her body. As the memory got back to where he'd first stopped it, Gideon watched with gruesome understanding.

A mound grew within the girl's body, pushing her belly outward over the course of minutes. Her mouth was open enough for her screams to fill the room, but they didn't affect anyone else inside. Well anyone except for Gideon. Even with his Greater Self now the majority of himself, it was hard to watch the pain the girl was riding through. Judging from the fact that Angie wasn't screaming, it must have something to do with the forced maturity. Angie had matured at an incredible rate considering when she was implanted with the Geist. Gideon reflected on that. The word wasn't the one the Umbral Tide had used, he knew that now, but it was the most fitting his brain could conjure. The only thing he could come up with was the word "dissonance" the Umbral Tide had used earlier. Maybe there could be dissonance both between the host and the Geist and the relationship those two had with the implanter? Maker? Master? What was his role in all of this? Angie was to be his sword, another tool, but he wanted more than that.

He dismissed the memory when the girl's stomach started to explode.

Gideon jerked back in his body in the present. It felt good being back to himself with his own memories. He hadn't enjoyed the experience. He was perplexed by the whole thing. It hadn't been memories, at least not like his own memories. He lowered his head and gave her belly another kiss.

Angie's smile and eyes returned, she ruffled his hair.

Gideon rose up and hopped off the bed. "The, ah..." He wanted to tell her the truth. This wasn't going to work, and she'd end up exploding in a shower of body parts. The Umbral Tide had never gotten it to work at least, and if someone like that couldn't do it, what chance did he have? Instead he said, "Here we go."

His fingers worked through unlocking the seal for the Five Fold Binding. The frenzied jerking of whatever was in her belly ceased. He could feel the Geist, was it? He let the two coup continue to infuse the Geist.

"He sped it up, but I don't think that's the way." He frowned crossing his arms. Instead he extracted one of his tentacles from the gossamer blackness behind him and let it trace a line right along Angie's pelvis.

Angie blinked, panting. "Okay, I don't think she needs to get any bigger. Oh god, feels like she's ready to explode."

"Well you aren't completely worthless," a voice said from behind him.

Gideon jerked, whirling around. The blackness wrapped around him. He peeked out from it, but nothing was there. Jake and Rhea were passed out in each other's arms. The door was closed.

"You chose me."

There was that word again. The "me" was not a real me, it meant something else. He picked at the word rolling around in his head. Blood Kin? Something like that. A self that wasn't himself but something that was none the less a part of himself, therefore "me."

Angie looked up at him, her expression open and trusting, but also confused. "Is everything cool?"

"I didn't choose."

"Oh, I know you lack the mental facilities to comprehend the ramifications of your actions. No matter, I will guide you."

"No." Gideon shook his head. Standing beside him, translucent but visible was the Umbral Tide.

The Umbral Tide turned from smirking at Gideon to kicking a foot at Rhea's desiccated corpse. "You allow these things in your court?" He chortled. "Pathetic. Disgusting. Destroy it now."

"No." Gideon felt his greater self, which was most of himself after his death, swell. "By my name, I abjure thee. Be gone."

Umbral Tide smirked. Gesturing as if at an annoying fly. "Your name? What are you a child? One of my bitches in heat could do better."

Gideon dropped to the ground as pain erupted from within the center of his brain.

"That's your..." Umbral paused feeling around in Gideon, "Your hippocampus being destroyed by your actions." Umbral shook his head chuckling. "There goes your early childhood memories. You really want to keep this up?" He shrugged, putting his hands behind his back and did a slow circlet of the room.

And it was true. He no longer could remember. Could he ever have remembered? Was it a mistake? No the pain was mounting. Pressure and ice devouring the core. He was a child shouting at his parents. He had no idea how to stop this.

"Shall I tell you how to prevent the loss of all your cherished memories? Or do I wait for you to forget yourself and then ride your skin as my own?"

"No, please, I." Gideon slumped to the ground, clutching his hands to his head.

"Alas, recanting your name has implications. It lessens your names power."

Wait. He reached for, yes. He'd done this but hour ago. "By my name, I seal this-"

"No, idiot, you cannot seal and abjuration, you abjure a seal." Umbral sighed, bending at the waist to inspect Angie's tits. "They are quite large. I like them reeking of maternity. Delicious."

"By my nam-"

"Ah, there goes Age 5." Umbral gestured off handed. "Childhood is a stupid time. No value in those memories." He reached out an ethereal finger to poke at Angie's closest breast.

Angie flinched, even as Umbral's fingers passed through her like she wasn't there. Or like he wasn't there. "Gideon, what's going on?" She tried to get up but while she could move her limbs, her torso remained glued to the bed.

"Like an impaled spider." Umbral gave a small shake of his head. "I could never stand the hosts. Insipid things. Best advice I can give is to harvest your weapon and discard the host."

God the pain wasn't lessening it was picking up. White flashes sparkled before his eyes. His ears rang. He felt dizzy and lost his balance, tumbling to his side. His body twitched.

"Interesting how the Darkness has no qualms about turning on us. That lesson I give for free." Umbral turned from Angie to lean over Gideon. "It doesn't care for us. No one does. Oh don't start crying like a baby, but I suppose since you no longer remember your first six years of life, there is lots to make up for."

"Help!" Gideon screamed, ripping and pounding at his head with his hands. "Make it stop."

"Say please, like a good little boy."

"Please."

"Now put it all together."

"Please, help make it stop." Gideon panted. Nothing he could do would stop the pain and the loss. He felt so empty. He would run to embrace a memory only to find it was like sand pouring through his open fingers. Everything was losing coherence.

"Don't be such a baby. You are a god. Now address the Darkness!" Umbral appeared inches from Gideon's face. "Mother Dark, I embrace thee, extinguish the loss of your child."

"Mother Dark, I embrace thee, extinguish the loss of your child." And it was so. The darkness burrowed from his back and consumed the very act of negation that was destroying his memories. A double negative?

Umbral shook his head. "What have we learned, my idiotic pupil?"

"Names." Gideon was slow to take to his feet. He staggered. Tears still slithered down his face. His teeth ached from clenching them too tight. He felt pain from where his fingernails had ripped at his scalp. Even so, these things faded as if his body now refused such petty injuries. "There are other names to invoke."

"Not lightly. Don't be a fool about such things." Umbral gestured towards Rhea, "Now get that wretched thing out of my sight before I vomit."

The Darkness was still within his brain. He didn't have those useful tentacles and cape of darkness, those wings made of the night. "How long?"

"Is it so hard for you to speak complete sentences. Shall I teach you proper grammar in your own native tongue? Comport yourself better. You are better than these cattle. Act like it."

Gideon ground his teeth and tried again. "How long until the Darkness returns?"

Umbral tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling, shaking his head. "This is not worth the trouble. Use what's left of your brain to answer your own inane question."

"Ah, never because, no wait, yes, it's subsuming my name. No that doesn't make sense."

"Try again, it's not that complicated."

"It's consuming my name or acting as a substitute for my first invocation?"

"A question isn't an answer." Umbral kicked at Rhea's slumbering body like a man might kick a puppy just for the joy of it. His foot kept passing through her wrinkled stomach and out her back.

"One will devour the other-."

Umbral gestured, and Gideon found his tongue flopping around in his mouth. "The abjuration is consuming a portion of the Darkness, which takes time proportional to the time to consume your memories. Therefore the Darkness will return when the abjuration would have finished making you into a mindless meat bag for me to play with."

"I see." Gideon sat down on the bed near Angie. "I've got a tutor now. He's a flaming asshole but better than nothing."

Angie looked worried. "You realize you are talking to yourself right?"

Gideon thought about that for awhile. There was something there to dig into, but he added to the list of things to do, which was growing faster than he could do them. "Let's focus on extracting your Geist without-" Gideon glanced at Umbral, who was laughing at him. Gideon trailed off.