DxD: Multiversal Therapist

I took them to the concealed dimension of the moonlight mist to avoid any issues with the Armatista, after seeing it in effect I realised that I should be careful when it comes to scattering my sun energy in that world.

With all due precautions cleared, I put Tsunade on the clear water floor, bound her, and got ready for my next session. 

...

[Time remaining: 00:58:32]

[Session Quality: X10]

"Ughm!~"

I think it is only in the middle of a great and deep therapy, that people's feelings finally come to terms with their minds to expose themselves. From the moment I saw Azrael, I knew something was not quite right with her head. 

Just like the first time I met Tsunade, when she came through that door in her old shrivelled form, she looked like someone who had undergone a lot of stress and I didn't say it precisely due to her old appearance at that time. 

More like... her whole self exuded stress.

In the same way, Azrael gave me that feeling even though from the moment I met her until now, she has looked nothing different from a stunning woman; her naked body shivered beneath mine to reaffirm this thought. 

"My lord!~"

When a customer is undergoing huge amounts of stress, regular therapy won't work. With my miraculous skin, they will feel pleasure, they will be healed from their wounds, and they will even feel happy... for a short while. 

Stress is a mental condition caused by a deep mental trauma or strain. It is a mechanism of the brain that tells you that 'something is not okay'. It works the same way with depression or anxiety, but for different causes and with different magnitudes. 

You could say stress is the smallest monster of them all. 

"My lord, I should be the one... servicing you..." Azrael was persistent as I licked her whole body from top to bottom, putting a lot of emphasis on her wings. 

Because her black wings are a source of stress for her. 

It wasn't a conventional massage, I stood up and kneed her body, I didn't let her lay down while I did all the work. It was an odd feeling because compared to the regular customer, I knew Azrael was mine. 

She travelled across worlds, leaving her distinguished heavens, to follow me on my expedition as my bodyguard and pledging a lifetime of servitude. That was her posh way of saying it.

In truth, this seraph came here to be mine and give birth to my child. So loyal and submissive that she won't care regardless of what I do to her; she considers me her God.

That's why I can go to some extra lengths for her, the same way I would do with Haku and Yasaka. I fondled, licked, sampled and tasted her body like it was a delicacy.

Explored every nook and cranny for the first few minutes until I got acquainted with her body. Her slender figure and her breasts weren't massive, instead, they were sort of aero-dynamic, I don't know how they can jiggle in a way that doesn't affect her movements.

And then there are her wings that are always captivating me, just like Gabriel's. She draws them around, they get dirty quite often, she uses them in combat as shields and doesn't even care if her feathers fall. 

They regenerate over time, but her ten black wings suffer quite a bit daily. 

Something I noticed too, is that she likes to walk. The rest of the angels are always flying, as such, their wings never hit the ground and when they walk they do so clumsily because they're not used to it. 

Azrael is so different from her fellow angels. 

"Tell me–"

"M-My lord–"

"Tell me why you hate your wings..."

I pinched her nipples, she moaned in my hands. Compared to before Yasaka and Haku now had quite a bit more control over the X10 session and didn't make her so overly sensitive from the start. I sent streams of electric shocks to the right places. Her fem-cum had already started mixing up with the clear moonlight water beneath us. 

I was going to take this with her, but first I wanted to know: why she hated her wings and why she seemingly lacked a will of her own.

Azrael explained to me what she sought from me. More than love, more than to have cute angels with me, was to be punished. With her own words: she wanted me to tear her wings apart.

"W-Why?"

"I have sinned... and I have yet to be punished for my misgivings. As my god, you should punish me for having these impure wings!"

In an unexpected turn of events, Azrael showed me the biggest display of will and pinned me down.

"My father... once I sinned he never punished me. Unlike the other fallen, I was allowed to stay in heaven, unlike the other fallen... I didn't willingly commit sin. I sinned in order to protect the heavens, that I understand... I understand his mercy, but shouldn't I have been punished?!"

"Azrael..."

"Perhaps, if I was punished, my wings would have returned to their pristine colour; I would have earned my rightful spot in heaven once again and would have evolved into a Great Seraph, like all my younger siblings!"

From her tale, I understood several things. First, they weren't born as Seraphs or Great Seraphs... their achievements and development made them grow in power until they became what they are today. I was a bit confused at that from the start.

Azrael is the oldest of angels, the first one that he created and yet she's not a Great Seraph even though all the Great Seraphs respect her like their eldest sister. Only Michael who is almost as old as her, sees her as an equal. 

It is also not correct to attribute the halt of her powers to her descent as a fallen angel as from what Gabriel has told me, there are also Cadres. Fallen angels with twelve wings like Azazel whom I met in Mount Yotei. 

That means the reason she hasn't been able to evolve is related to herself. 

I ran my hand along her skin, she held it tight against her body as I brushed her breasts and reached her neck, taking a firm grasp in there.

Azrael yelped, stared down at me and then I saw it... a smile. 

In these types of massages, the best way to resolve trauma is to spoil your customer rotten, I have even gone as far as to trim their nails sometimes. It makes me rejoice to be able to make people happy like this, but are you telling me...?

"What you want from me..."

"Punish me, my lord..."

She held both my hands and placed them on her neck, forcing me to choke her. I did just that, with the right strength of course as I'm not used to this kind of 'sadistic play' nor do I enjoy it. 

Sadistic plays... some customers asked me for it and I entertained it, it was after I made a lot of money and could bear to reject customers that I stopped doing it but... it is better than giving her some actual punishment of the type she may be expecting. 

I held her neck in a choke and kissed her like that, with this mere gesture I felt Azrael more engaged in the action, and I increased her sensitivity.

"Uhm!~"

When I felt I had already kissed her enough, I pressed her against the warm water, head-first and making sure she wasn't going to get away.

*WHOOSH!!*

Golden chains manifested out of the water to hold each one of her wings and pull them, hard enough for her to feel it, not so hard as to cause her any damage. 

Azrael gasped, I could feel the joy she was irradiating, as if my previous caresses and kisses had been nothing compared to my current rough effort. I stuck three fingers into her pussy at once and felt her slimy insides soaking and wet. Her pussy was so small that I couldn't even wait to be inside. 

"Y-Yes, like this... harder".

Her wings flapped and struggled against the chains, but her naughty as still plucked out and wiggled for me, I held it in place. 

*SLAP!*

I slapped that ass once, twice, one in each cheek before putting my cock at the entrance and rubbing, I pulled the chains until her whole torso was pressed against the ground with her wings all spread until she couldn't even move them. 

"Ahn!~ my lord, more!"

"..."

She's moaning when she should be groaning, what a pervert. I think I made a mistake... I brought her here because I thought, unlike Haku, she wasn't going to tempt me but... when I looked at her from this point of view, it was hard to help myself. 

"From now on you address me as lord in public, but master in private. Am I understood?"

"But– my god– uhhm!~"

*SLAP!*

"Am I understood?"

"Yes, master".

"Good, so whose is this pussy?"

"T-That word is p-profane"

*SLAP!*

"I-It's my pussy!–" She screamed, her body shaking. Still, that was wrong. 

*SLAP!*

"UHM!~" Her juices leaked like she was a broken dam, so hot and naughty that I wanted to keep teasing her more and more, for such a small pussy she has a lot of leakage.

"Yours? Since when?" I groaned and started my entrance, struggling with the tightness. 

Azrael's hand held my waist, but I didn't know whether she was trying to push me away or pull me in even further.

"I-I apologise, master, it is yours, it is your pussy! I-I made a mistake, punish me more"

*SLAP!*

"Are you telling your master what to do?".

"I'm sorry, I'm so– UHMMM!~"

Without any bit of consideration, I pushed my cock inside in one go to the core. She was a virgin and this was a sadistic play... so I guessed she was going to enjoy the pain? I wasn't wrong. 

Both of us felt it, her pussy was so tight that I felt her barrier break and realise that perhaps it was a mistake to put it all in one go with how tight she was. Azrael didn't say a word after that and I couldn't see her face either, but I think I went overboard.

And with the freaking feeling she was giving me off down there, I couldn't stop either. So without much of a choice, I leaned forward to hold her neck in place and fucked her in this position. 

*PA!*

*PA!*

*PA!*

*PA!*

Each of my thrusts produced waves that rippled the mirror-like water beneath in which she saw the reflection of herself enjoying this. Also, there was a lot of blood. She's a virgin angel, it was normal for her to bleed in her first time, but this was too much. I wanted to stop and check that everything was alright.

But she started thrusting herself against my phallus the next second. 

"Ahhn!~ ahhn!~"

"..."

I guess there are no problems at all.