The Demon Lord Is An Angel-Chapter 489: *Constellation - Part 2*

As Kir watched Cassiel make out with Kordia’s pussy, Rainier took him by the horns and pulled his head back, taking a deep kiss as he thrust harder and deeper, almost like he was trying to fuck Amarena’s cock through him as he filled Kir’s senses with insistent lust.

In his present form, Kir was smaller than Rainier, but he had more than a simple advantage in strength as he wrapped his legs around his angelic lover, letting his inner heat massage Rain’s cock as the thrusts grew harder and deeper.

Pinned to his insides, there was nowhere else for Rain to go when he finally seized in his entrance, his new body gushing forth a deluge of white into Kir’s thirsting depths. Amarena silenced herself by biting Kir on the neck, sending starburst flashes into his eyes as she rammed fully into his tailhole, filling him as he greedily squeezed against her, holding onto every drop as her heated seed spread throughout his insides along with Rain’s.

After a few moments to recover, Rain parted with a kiss to give his attention to Kordia and Cassiel.

Kir spent a few long moments basking in the afterglow as he observed the constellation, until a rhythmic sense of Amarena breathing beneath him as she softened drew his attention.

She’d fallen asleep, her head resting back against the pillows as she dozed gracelessly. Kir chuckled to himself a little, knowing how exhausted she must have been after running across the surface of Hell for so long, before sliding himself wetly off of her softening length.

A kiss made her stir a little, so he created a few more pillows and a blanket to help her rest before stretching his tall, lithe body down to his tail. Being in his "original" form felt strangely nostalgic, and while he had gotten used to being over three meters tall and rather well put together, there was something he found himself enjoying about being a more normal size. Something less restrictive, because he wouldn’t have to worry about taking care not to hurt someone.

There was so much more he could do if he let his body match more closely to what it had been, but for this form he felt, he could be himself in a way that didn’t impose himself on others. It was a feeling difficult for him to make sense of, but one he appreciated and wanted to explore as much as he could before the world called him and everyone in the constellation back into action.

As he cast his gaze over his lovers and their lovers, he felt something that tugged on his heart to witness.

Malkael and Ferro lay on their sides, the former facing away from the group as Ferro held his eyes against her shoulder. The catkin’s desperate lust, born from grief, had faded, and so Ferro had once more returned to grieving.

Kir did not feel it would be right to ignore Ferro’s suffering, so with steady steps he approached, manifesting a simple set of pants before seating himself next to the cuddling couple.

*

Ferro hadn’t meant to cry, but after giving his body to Malz a second time and feeling her warmth inside him, his feelings had returned in full force as the glow of need faded. For uncounted moments, he held onto her, and she returned his embrace, brushing a hand along the back of his head as she was simply there.

Then, the pressure of her body shifted a little. Just enough that Ferro knew Malz was looking elsewhere. He turned to find Kir waiting, seated, with a solemn but gentle gaze as he met Ferro’s eyes.

"May I talk with you?" he asked, offering a hand slowly.

A flash of anger bolted through Ferro’s body. He wanted to reject the offer with fang and claw. He hated Kiryu for the callous way in which he’d been discarded, and the Oracle, Kir’s mother, for the way she’d given him a futile hope. And yet... and yet...

Kir was not Kiryu. Kir was not his mother.

He was powerful... and yet also a victim.

Ferro sensed in Kir’s offer a chance to understand the meaning behind why he’d struggled. Why he’d suffered through slavery and hardship. Him, a mere nobody.

More than anything, Ferro wanted to understand why his sister had to die... and whether it was fair to ask that of Kir, he didn’t know, but now that he saw it, it was what he needed now more than to drown himself in pleasure.

With a silent nod, he took Kir’s hand, and together they disappeared.

*

Malz felt suddenly cold as Kir and Ferro disappeared without even a sound. One moment she felt the catkin’s warmth, and the next it faded into the air as she was left lying where she’d been.

As awkward as it felt, Malz was a little relieved that Ferro agreed to speak with Kir. She wasn’t the best at handling her own trauma, and she hoped Kir would be able to do what she couldn’t.

After spending a moment to clean herself up a little, she slid to a stand and approached Rain from behind, embracing him lightly and planting a kiss on his shoulder as she pressed her naked body to his.

As soon as she did, Rain removed one of his hands from the foxkin girl, Kordia’s, hip, embracing Malz and bringing her around for a long kiss as he continued to pleasure the woman he’d known before being taken by Heaven. More than any words they’d spoken, Rainier’s kiss told Malz just how much she’d been missed during their years spent apart, and she felt herself start to harden once more as she gave herself to the moment, the world with all its worries slipping away as she felt herself being desired.

She withdrew from the kiss and looked at Cassiel, who lay next to Kordia, the two girls kissing with abandon as Rain drove himself again and again into the fox girl’s pussy. As she slipped away from Rain, he caught her hand at the last moment, lacing their fingers together for one last touch before Malz slid forward onto Cassiel’s body.

She opened her affections with a kiss as she felt up Cassie’s breast, knowing with more than simple familiarity the feel of her first friend and lover’s body. The long kiss drew itself to a close when Malz pulled back to find tears in Cassie’s eyes; the silent question of whether or not they still cared for each other had been answered in that moment.

Malz still cared for Cassie, and Cassie still cared for Malz.

There was no need for an apology, not in this moment. But Malz thought she detected just a hint of it as Cassiel shifted herself to free her left arm before opening herself up, fingers splaying out the folds of her lower rose as she invited Malz inside.

Malzkael obliged her, for a moment pushing aside a few intrusive ideas about how to pleasure Cassie - artifacts of the many lives of many Aikos - before deciding that she would use everything at her disposal to make Cassie never wish to leave her side again. The moment she did, a shiver passed up Malz’s spine as she let millennia of sexual knowledge guide her hands, her lips, her hips, and her cock.

Every shift and thrust became a quest to hear Cassie moan. To feel her body clench around Malz’s lust as the two angels tangled in each other’s embrace. Malz’s skinny, petite frame felt like it would melt beneath Cassie’s voluptuous curves as the angels traded positions, Cassie mounting her as she tried to chase an orgasm, only for Malz to quietly reassert control from below as she pushed Cassie harder and harder onto the very edge of the release she wanted.

Perhaps it was Cassie’s desperate moaning that drew Rain to lend a hand. At the very moment he smacked Cassiel’s plump rear with a resounding clap, Cassie gushed in a voice-cracking, orgasmic scream that tightened her cunt so hard around Malz’s rod the dark angel held nothing back as she arced her back, lifting Cassie off the cushions as she filled her womb with all the seed she had to spare.

Their eyes fluttered as their shared orgasm drew itself out, such that Kordia’s almost gentle, gasping moan was lost in the chorus of mutual satisfaction before Cassiel collapsed heavily on top of Malzkael, almost winding her as the blonde angel’s face came to rest by Malz’s neck.

Both took long, gasping breathes as they sought to recover, and when Malz looked over it was to find a gush of white flooding from Kordia’s pussy as Rain filled her with low, guttural groans of his own.

The look on Kordia’s face, the way her eyes fluttered and her foxy ears spasmed and twitched drew a little giggle out of Malzkael as she found her free hand being taken by the foxkin.

"Hi," she greeted as Kordia came to. "I’m Malzkael."

After a moan, Kordia gasped lightly, "I’m Kordia. It’s lovely to meet you at last." Kordia pulled on Malz’s hand, drawing herself closer as Rain watched from above. "Thank you for loving Rain as much as I do."

They shared a long, welcoming kiss.