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Jumi was certain now. Things had changed between them. Shinigami cared about her, was trying to help and support her. There was a warmth to her interactions she could not have imagined not long ago. She did not know Shinigami’s exact feelings for her in the moment. But she was very happy, whatever they were. Twerp? Ah, Nall. Yes they had to find him soon, tell him what happened. Hopefully he would take it better than she was. Find hope in his goddess, who chose Mitsuko, maybe. ”I’m sure they will let us stay one more day.” The original plan was to take them home in the morning. But after what happened, they would be allowed to stay a little longer. Jumi was sure. Of course the question was exactly how long Mitsuko would be gone, they might not be able to wait here the whole time. But at least one more day. It was a strange feeling slightly pleasurable, slightly sore as Shinigami cleaned her insides. Neither strong enough to cause a reaction though. The rest of it was just very pleasant. She just let them happen. Let the cleaning continue. The comforting talk of them sleeping together. The warmth of her body, and the way Shinigami now felt about her, to try to help her sleep. It would help, but even with that and the exhaustion, she was not sure how well she would sleep tonight. Was she okay? Physically, yeah, other than the exhaustion, no issues she could tell. Mentally or emotionally? It was a harder question to answer.the hand Shinigami took squeezed hers back, holding onto it tightly, but not incredibly hard. “Very nice. Gonna have to figure that out. See if sleep helps.” She closed her eyes, to try to relax a little more. Not let her mind wander. It was a nice area, she was not going to rush leaving it, but she suspected they would be in bed soon.

“Sure did not feel exhausted a few minutes ago.” Jumi pointed out, but did not argue. Had adrenaline been fueling her? Extra stamina from the magic changing her body? It was hard to say, not really important. Jumi could not really argue, was not going to be the mistress right now. She would let Shinigami do her thing. It was kind of nice, a different sort of attention. Innocent but pleasant. Even washing her more intimate places was not likely to excite her much at the moment. She was just comfortable, them all being naked here, being washed. The strange Mao washing Shinigami. If she had not been so exhausted she might have protested not cleaning the mess of Shinigami she caused. It was not just washing though. The little things, the hug, the kiss. She did not know about submissiveness, but maybe something really had changed between them. A closeness they did not have before. She had a small smile on her after the kiss. Letting her continue. “You are good at this.” She gave her approval of the process so far. Trying to relax, trying to calm her mind. Not panicking at the moment, not extremely worried. But the thoughts were on the edges of her mind. She had to rest. Focus on something else. She remembered one thing. Something separate enough from Mitsuko not to trouble her. “You and Umi figure out anything interesting, with her research earlier?” She had no idea what they got up to, if they had the Shinigami seemed to want. The question was more open ended though. More towards Umi’s more innocent goals, at least last time Jumi saw her.

Jumi was still in a daze. Semi-aware of what was being said and happening, but not responding. It was nice, lying there. Even with the mess. The warm body beneath her. Then she was picked up, kind of aware what was happening. Content to let Shinigami carry her. The feel of the magic finally finishing, her body returning to normal, was more noticeable, due to the discomfort. That was unfortunate, but expected. Something she might never re-experience. It was only when she was in the water she finally began to return her senses. Just her Shinigami, and it appeared Mao. She just let out a sigh, to relax. Even with the milk, it had been a long night, she might need to go sleep shortly after they finished cleaning up. But she just ignored the water again. Tried to calm her mind of other worries prodding at her, now that she did not have the excitement and pleasure to distract her. She let Shinigami wash her, silently for the moment. That did help a little, but stayed still other than letting Shinigami move her as needed to clean her up.

If only there was a way they could both be inside each other at the same. That would certainly have been something. She was happy Shinigami came so quickly, that she had been prepared so well. But just a little more. She would give Shinigami what she wanted. Give herself her first and last orgasm today that did not involve this magic. In the place she knew well. She rode, she rode hard. Up and down, taking it in. Moaning. It was strange though, unexpected. It was just her pussy being filled. But she felt it on both sides. The load she felt a number of times today and the much more familiar build. She was briefly shocked by feeling both build at the same time. But she kept going. She had hoped to end with something much more intense for Shinigami, but this was good too. Both would enjoy it. The way her body gripped against Shinigami, desperate to please her, to be pleased. She took the shaft, made it even more intense, jacking a little as she road Shinigami. Going something she could not imagine. Both orgasms building simultaneously, she could not believe how good it felt. She kept going. Grinding bouncing, working on Shinigami and herself at the same time. She wanted to give Shinigami a fuck like she had hopefully never experienced, but that might have described what was happening to her better. It was so hard to keep going, but she could not stop, how good it felt. When it finally came she half fainted. A final wide spray onto Shinigami’s chest mostly, little on her stomach and face. A different spray soaking what was inside her and leaking out onto Shinigami’s hips. Jumi let out a long deep moan. Her eyes rolled back, feeling something so good she could not put it into words. The chains finally disappeared, her body limped forward, falling on top of Shinigami. Not exactly unconscious, but in a brief daze, not completely aware of things. Taking a moment to process what just happened. It would be up to Shinigami, if she wanted to wait for her to recover, or pick her up and bring her back to the baths.

The submission faded a little. But under the context, Jumi was not going to be upset about it. But what was the end result? Had something changed between them? Could they return to the atmosphere easily? She might not get an answer tonight. Or maybe she would all she could do is wait and find out. She was content to drink the milk, even without it giving her anything. Her enthusiasm and hunger for it did not change as Shinigami talked. She spoke of feelings for Mitsuko. There were feelings, but what exactly were they? Strong, certainly, intense even. There was a reason she was so scared Mitsuko would not be the same when she returned. Was it love? That was a question. She thought Mitsuko might have felt love, but she wanted to be friends, not lovers. She was not angry about that, she still really wanted to see Mitsuko again. It just made her question of exactly what those feelings were a little more blurry. Both she and Mitsuko had feelings of some form for Shinigami. That much was obvious. She had warmed up to them too, but it was hard to say what she considered them exactly. There was the question of what Shinigami felt about Reika. But it was not quite time to ask that. It would wait at least until they were done in this room. She just kept drinking, eagerly, desperately working to get every last drop out. Making it obvious just how much she wanted it. It was only after it was dry, several failed attempts to get more, she switched to the other, repeated the same process, probably getting a proper meal out of completely draining both. She lifted her face. “Feelings hmm. Let me show you feelings. In what may be the last time I use this.” She gestured to the shaft. “But let’s take care of something else first. Keep the chains a little longer.” The chains dragged Shinigami back to the bed, on her back. Jumi straddled her. “I’ll be in charge a little longer. But you can move around too, much as you can.” She straddled Shinigami. Lowered herself, filled herself with Shinigami. Moaning as she did. “Time to relieve all your needs for the night on this side.” She began shifting around, riding Shinigami, working to give her that attention she properly asked for. “Cum as many times as you need….mmmm….you earned it…I’m going to give you everything you want.” She would not stop until Shinigami was satisfied. Take as much as she could give,

It was something Jumi could not imagined doing before the convention. Trying to draw out power from a being that was neither human or one of the Guardian Beasts, that were sometimes the source of Magical Girl or Knight ‘s power. And to do it by drinking her breast milk to. There a soft happy squeal. That familiar taste, Jumi craved it. Now that she said it again, made her thoughts known, she doubted this would be the last time. She paused, licked her lips, looked at Shinigami, that firm dominance still there, but a happiness, maybe playfulness as well. “I intend to drink every drop from both breasts again, you should know. I have come to crave the taste. Hope you can be a little patient with me.” She added, hands still working below. Her mouth alternating between playing with the breast, rubbing and flicking the nipple with the tongue. And a sucking to draw out the milk, not hiding her hunger for it from Shinigami. Yes, Shinigami was no demon, but there was a reason those who did not know her well might think so. Her appearance, the child of Death, some of those powers. It was dangerous to over do it. She kept drinking for a moment. Before pausing to speak again. “Is there one you recommend? To add to the chains. My intention is to completely satisfy you tonight…maybe like never before?” She added playfully, a challenge she might or might not be able to keep. “If there is one that will help me do so I will take it.” She was not looking for power for power’s sake. But if Shinigami offered the gift, she was likely to take it. But the priority was one that would make her be able to do even better tonight. With the domination, and ultimately satisfying all of Shinigami’s needs. Not to overwhelm her like the tentacles, but perhaps give her the greatest pleasure she ever had outside of something like that?

Jumi smiled wildly. Hearing it, knowing how hard it was. “Thank you!” She said joy mixed in with the firm dominating voice. “Good girl! Good girl!” More affection and enthusiasm. But then a groan as she came, hard, her joy probably contributing. “I know how hard it was for you. That being the case, I promise to give you whatever you ask for. If you ask like that. Of course, if you ask even stronger I will go even further to give it to you.” She pulled out. “I did want to feel what it was it like to keep going. But I can’t ignore you, if you ask like that.” She walked to the front of Shinigami, straightened her out, to stand. The glee still on her face, that Shinigami was willing to ask her like that. ”I promise I will give you what you ask for very soon. But there is one little thing I wanted to try once more. See if it will do anything. But you will hopefully like it either way.” The chains shifted a little, exposing Shinigami’s breasts. Now Shinigami was lifted so they were in front of her face. She leaned in. Eagerly took one into mouth. Sucked on it with affection and enthusiasm. Would anything come out this time. After a bit she paused to elaborate. “I will never that time in the manor with you. The tase of what I drank that night. The power it gave me. My first taste of these chains.” They tightened around Shinigami as she said that. Backing up Jumi’s earlier statement. The use of them as proof of her control, but also an affection, care. ”I could not help but wonder. If I tried again, was there any other sort of power you could give me. Especially that make all this even better? Maybe not. Maybe you don’t know? But it is worth a try. Whether it works or not. I want to do this. Maybe while giving you a little of what you ask for. Don’t worry though. You will get more this time.” She began sucking again. Curious if there was more milk, if it would lead to anything. Whether or not it did. She just liked sucking and would keep it up for a little while. The hands touched again. They did similar work as before. But that was just to make things more bearable for Shinigami. She intended to use more than her hands, after she was done with the breasts and seeing if it was just for fun/a nice taste…or something more?

“You’re being a little more honest. Good girl. Relax yourself, just see if you can say more, just see.” Not forcing it, not suggesting a full begging, but giving Shinigami a gentle nudge. To be more specific asking for it. “I’m not a cruel mistress, but the more you say, the more you may get, and sooner.” Another soft push, no punishment if Shinigami was uncomfortable with it. But the more she gave in the more she would get, and sooner. Potentially exactly what she wanted, if she was specific enough. If she wanted to beg, that would get an even bigger reward, but if not no big deal, and if asking submissively was too much, she might still give her attention, try to help her, but it might not be what Shinigami wanted most, left up to her judgement. But she would see. The first time was starting to get really close.

Jumi was briefly hit with unease, at the mention of Mitsuko. Her fears coming up again. She was almost certain Mitsuko would be properly healed. It was not only her. She was sure Shinigami would not forgive Reika if Mitsuko was essentially offered to Death. But how long would it take? Would she be who she was? Jumi was not as certain of that. What would Reika do as she healed. The thought of those two and the tentacles came back to mind. What else might Reika expose Mitsuko to? Reika said she loved Shinigami. Now Jumi was trying to forge something deeper, special, with Shinigami. Would Reika try to do something as Mitsuko healed? Those thoughts did not stop her though. She would not second guess her decision, this came from positive feelings towards Shinigami. All she could do was push all that aside. She had to focus on Shinigami. Set aside her worries briefly. Not think about the woman she both similar to and quite different from, following the path of in some ways, it sounded like, but in her own way, with strong differences. She got more aggressive, going stronger. Now was not the time to talk about them. Maybe, after they were done wildly fucking and experimenting with domination. But not now. Now was all her and Shinigami. Maybe a little bit of innocent playing along from Mao, after she was done back here. “Getting there. But…won’t stop…after comes out….three, maybe four times for you…”. The number was not certain, just that she would take advantage of the magical nature of this thing, keep going after she orgasmed.

Jumi was studying all the reactions. Some rather positive. Some a little harder to guess. She did already have one idea of what to do next, independent of the reactions. Drawing on earlier times, that she had wonder if would change anything. She let the tail wag, but squeezed a little harder each time the wag was more enthusiastic. Reward happiness. Encourage more. But she was now considering several orgasms before switching. Maybe try to go faster with the others, but she was pacing the first. “It feels good…the only one who ever feel me doing this.” She lost the chance to do with Mitsuko. She expected to have another chance to do this with anyone. Was reluctant to considering accepting even if Reika offered again. Mitsuko only got a chance to feel it in her pussy. Shinigami might be the only one to ever get anal oral from Jumi. Jumi was also showing her a side even Mitsuko might never see. The dominance was Jumi expressing what she wanted and felt towards Shinigami alone. Encouraging more, testing what Shinigami thought. If there were things she would only do for Jumi. She shifted her angle a little she wanted to get absolutely as deep as she could into Shinigami. For the moment speaking with her body, no words for the brief moment.

“That’s right. Would you feel happy, having both holes dripping with my cum, my good good girl? You will have to clean up eventually of course. But for much of the night, I could leave you filled with my warmth. It will probably be your only chance to feel it. Maybe I should cum a few times while I’m back here.” She suggested, picking up the pace, as Shinigami seemed comfortable. It was interesting, different. It was not designed to take this, like the other hole. But it wrapped around her wonderfully, a distinct feeling. She moaned softly as she kept pounding her rear. It would likely be much faster than the time in her pussy, that began her domination. But it would not be short either. The one hand continued to play her tail, the other rubbing a bit at the cheek and thigh, while using it to keep her grip.

Jumi was still figuring things out herself of course. There was a power in denying Shinigami certain things, or giving only a limited amount. Indulging her own desires, asserting her power. But she would do anything that might make Shinigami give in even more, including overindulging Shinigami’s desires, but she had to believe it would accomplish what she hoped for, she did not think they reached that point yet. Of course she might not guess all of what might work. There was some things after all, that might she not intentionally try to make Shinigami beg for, but Shinigami might have to beg for just get her to consider it. Or she could wait, see if Jumi eventually considered it, on her own. But for now, there was one more thing Shinigami wanted to experience, while she had a chance. The thing she hinted at. The leg chains shifted. Shinigami was still in the air, but knees bent, legs spread. Arm held up horizontal. One hand of Jumi’s pulled the tail up, squeezed it a little more. Pulled on it firmly but not overly hard, since Shinigami seemed to enjoy it being played with. But it was mostly to get it out of the way. The other hand shifted to one of her cheeks, rubbed it a little, then spread it. The last hole she had not taken. “Of course, I cannot ignore the chance to try this, while I have the chance. Let’s see how you like this.” As she talked, she pressed her tip against the hole. As she finished, it went in. She tested Shinigami’s reactions. Knowing this could sometimes need care with humans, but she was not sure with Shinigami. She went in and out firmly a few times, studying her reactions. The one hand still playing with her tail.

Jumi smiled at the dual orgasms, the sounds Shinigami made…admitting she was hers again. She reaffirmed the situation, as far as all three said. “At least for tonight….maybe longer…”. She would tease that again, but not treat it as a certainty. It would be true if Shinigami declared to belonged to her longer. True submission had to be agreed to, desired, chosen by the one that submitted. All Jumi could do was encourage it. “My word is law, the final say, for Shinigami tonight. But that does not mean she has no choice. It will only be forbidden for you to touch her, if she says only I can touch her.” The last bit to Mao. Making it clear, she was in charge, but by choice, she was letting Shinigami decide how much Mao could do with her. Especially as long as Shinigami was this submissive to her, she would accept what Shinigami wished on the subject, and any others she chose to give Shinigami the choice. Another little reward for Shinigami, and perhaps encouraging her submit just a little more. She did not say anything about Mao doing the whole ‘good girl’ thing. It was probably fine to let her indulge herself a little, as long as it did not distract her work on Shinigami. Most of what came out of Shinigami hit the floor, but she did not wiping off the little that hit her. The sign of Shinigami’s pleasure toward submission. “You wanted to keep coming. There may be some wait between some of your orgasms. It is so hot to watch you get aroused by words and intentions after all, but lucky for you. I have something I want to do now, that you should like.” The chains lifted her off the floor again. But she decided to test Shinigami a little further, not beg, but admit her enjoyment perhaps. “Are you getting comfortable in the chains…in my embrace?” The chains tightened further. Her tool of control, and a new form of affection, that she had only shown Shinigami. As she waited for Shinigami’s answer, she stepped behind. Glancing at Mao. “You can stay, thought you may want to move for a bit. I’m going to busy back here for a little while.” As she said this, her hand rubbed Shinigami’s upper outer thigh. Making her wait a little before giving her what Jumi was preparing to do. Though she might shift Shinigami’s position a little more first.

Jumi was maybe pushing it, but she been having so much fun, and for the most part Shinigami was reacting very positively to it. She was getting bolder, but still trying to be careful not to cross lines. The pet word was not mentioned after all, she was happy with the middle-ground they had found, but imagining what might happen for the night. To see if she could see new signs of submission that she had not yet. “We’ll see, we’ll see.” She said, lessening the pressure to cross that line with begging, especially tonight. Not going to try to force it, but maybe to see if she could encourage it, slowly. Her other talk, just had to be taken as a sign of how much fun she was having. That maybe, while very inexperienced, she did have a desire to be dominant at times after all. Her hands kept working. Both ends, it would just be a moment, but not just teasing. “Let it all out, look at this, the hint of your potential as a good girl, how much you enjoyed my treatment of you so far. Let it out, we will build it up again. Who knows how many times tonight?” It would partially depend on how long Jumi had this shaft of her own, if they wore each other out. But if Shinigami kept enjoying it like this, who knew how long she could last. The little one finally spoke. The little mystery. Jumi was still focusing on the work of her hands. To give Shinigami a quick double orgasm. Domination would continue, but she had her own idea for a little pleasure of her own, that she might do after Shinigami was done. But now she had to consider this ‘Mao’. Did Reika leave her to spy on them? She did not care, she was doing nothing wrong, as Shinigami wanted this, though some of the details were something they were still working through. But it would it go easier if they kept her somewhat on their side? “Much too early to clean, the two of us are far from done.” It would of course be polite not to expect Shrine members to clean up such a big intimate mess. But they were not done. Maybe something else. “Hmmm” she continued seeing that expression on Mao’s face. “This is quite a special training session. Self-discovery for me…but…”. A pause, be the mistress, but put it in Shinigami’s hands a little. Not beg, but maybe speak her desires. This Mao did not seem to have sexual intentions, but some desire for contact with Shinigam? “You do belong to me right now…”. For the moment she would not push the question of it was longer term. See if Shinigami would agree to that, say it herself, before the night was over. “That being the case, I wonder how you feel? Am only I allowed to touch you right now? Up to my permission?” She still intended to be in control, but that was the trick, to make it more real, longer? Let Shinigami decide just how complete her control was. Of course Jumi was up to doing what she could of what it took to make Shinigami want more.

That went well, something of a middle ground. Not a pet, not yet at least…but something with some aspects of it. “I said there might be a permanent change between us. At the time I did not know exactly what I meant. I still don’t, exactly. You might belong to me more than just tonight by the time we are done though.” She teased. There was a little ambiguity in what that meant though. Shinigami might feel a permanent degree of submissiveness or loyalty she felt towards no other human? Well, she ignored the mention of Reika, did not want to think too much about the ways what she was doing was the same or different to that one. It was an exciting thought though. The pet fantasy would remain that, for now, but she would watch for hints Shinigami would be open to it. ”Wonder what you will call me, before the night is over?” Mistress? Something else? Avoiding thoughts of Reika, she did not make a joke about not having to call her ‘mommy’ or something like that. “The plan remains the same then. Teach you the style of domination I am learning. See how far you will submit. If you are disobedient, I will punish you, if you are good, I will reward you. I am your mistress though, you will learn to be my good girl.” For tonight? Longer? For life? They would find out. “It is about what I want, indulge myself. But I won’t ignore your needs…”. She looked down to the shaft. “You still did not beg for it. Wonder if I can train you into that before the night is over?” She thought out loud. “But since you agreed, I will give you a little relief. Just a little though. The longer we go, the more I will give you. But I wonder, how wet and hard you are, if just being dominated, might not get you off before we are done.” She knelt down. One hand wrapped around the shaft, the other, fingers in the pussy. Working both at the same time. “Just hands for now. To release your tension. Don’t worry though. I’ll be screwing you all the ways I want, too.” Not cruel, but a little selfish? Not out of greed, but to assert herself. That things were going to be done Jumi’s way. It was likely to be all night, Jumi exploring all the ways she could dominate, and see just much Shinigami liked it, how submissive she could be. If she could be trained to be more submissive, just for her.

Alexandrine felt the shock, excitement perhaps, as Exzel touched her. Unsure if her mistress was simply trying to relax her or teasing something later. She was not really surprised to hear about plans for Elie, though she was less certain of what those were. Her own power was clearly of value, at least one of the reasons for Exzel’s interest in her. She had desires for Elie clearly, she had seen that on several occasions. But it was harder to guess a deeper purpose. But for now she listened troubled by the new of the attack. For both Exzel’s and Elie’s safety. ”I am your weapon now, mistress.” She reasserted what had been established earlier. “If you are ever in danger, do not hesitate to call upon me. Though, I must admit I am unfamiliar with these demons.” Names she had never heard of, unconnected to any she had fought in the past. Unlike a certain other name. Perhaps they caught too by surprise, to call on her that time. It would have made sense, assuming nothing else was going on. “Maybe I should be around more often.” She hesitantly suggested. She had her own life of course, but she found it hard to ignore this threat. “…I do not want to lose anyone else…”. She said, soft but intensely. Knowing it was close to another death already, troubled her greatly. But speaking of death…. ”I will not ask what you did to make a deal with him.” She added coldly, about Zorn. “But I am sure he wants to kill me as much as I want to kill him. Surely doing more before the killing. I do not trust him to keep his word…but you know more about how such diplomacy works.” She was skeptical about demon diplomacy period. Had seen how easily they fought they each other. She would not second guess Exzel’s judgment, but her experience with Zorn gave her her own thoughts. “If you bring me before him…you will probably need to pay much more of whatever you did, to keep his hands off me. He has dreamed about it constantly since our last battle…I was too sloppy, in my grief. But…as for me…I will obey whatever you say regarding him.” If Exzel ordered her not to fight Zorn, she would be very reluctant to obey, but she would. “I would advise you to just stay out of his sight period.” She added to Elie. “He would find you very appealing. Without the personal grudge he has against me, he might respect the mark. But I would say don’t take the chance.” Elie was probably safer than she was from Zorn…only because of the mark, but Alexandrine did not think she should take the chance, if she could avoid it at all. She was uneasy, when Elie mentioned her parents. They had to discuss that very soon, but the matter of Zorn would be addressed first. “As for using him against a mutual enemy…I would using them to be rid of him. But I am troubled by how dangerous they sound. I cannot imagine him doing it out of the goodness of his heart. Only if he saw them as a threat, or mistress could offer him some other benefit to do so.” Again, demons were known for infighting. But she found it hard to believe Zorn would do it just because Exzel asked, no matter what agreement they made. Hell, she would not be surprised if Exzel had to do something like let Zorn have a little one on one time with Elie to agree with something like that. But she wondered what Exzel would say, based on her impression of Zorn and their agreement.

A roadblock. Not defiance though. Not exactly. Fear? Reluctance? Not the time to punish, probably. Not quite yet. That was her guess at least, her inexperience was biting her now. Did she try to push further, or back off? There was danger of other feelings clouding her head if she let herself get too distracted. Was what Reika said wrong after all, or was this different enough that something else was troubling Shinigami? Did she have some instinct on how far Jumi was tempted to go. Her smile faded, she crossed her arms. She looked down on Shinigami, firmly, but without anger or contempt. “Not quite what I was expecting. But you are not being disobedient, so no punishment just yet.” Was it time to clear the air the a little. “I meant what I said a little while ago. This is new to me, I’m figuring this out, what I should or should not do. But let me insist, I am really enjoying this. And your reactions have been a big part of this.” She slid her foot under the shaft, to the wetness below. “You have seemed to as well. These words are hard for you? Harder if you really mean them? I have seen your pride, your strength. Respect and admire them. I am not telling you to throw them away. We need them. I need them. If anything is done to Mitsuko, I need you to…”. There was anger in her voice. She hoped Reika would just heal her…but if anything happened. She shook that off though, push forward. ”I want to keep going, and unless you hate me for it, I will. Will you hate it, hate me, if make you into my good girl? I can’t stop myself at this point. But I really want you to go along with it if you can. To be willing to see where this goes. This is not just your contest anymore, though it inspired me, and will give you your turn if I cannot succeed.” The intentions and feelings were out there. “I will give you one more chance to say those words, ask for it, if you want to now. But I will not punish you, if I ask too much. Just try other things.” She was not done either way, but whether Shinigami could say those words, embrace submitting to Jumi and only Jumi, would influence her next steps. “I will teach you tonight to be a good girl, my good girl, if you are willing to follow this unexpected path. It can be our secret or not, if you agree.” It was all out there now. A hint of her true desires. An offer to a deeper meaning to her submission. But not to forget who she was, to do this for Jumi and only Jumi. It was a very big risk. Could backfire spectacularly or make this game something much more intimate. It was up to Shinigami.

Jumi could tell her strategy was working so far. It was too soon to know if she could truly tame Shinigami. A permanent change, as she suggested earlier, but it seemed completely possible at the moment. It was psychological as much as anything. She just had to be prepared. Reward her just enough to keep her craving more. Punish her if she disobeyed or did poorly. It seemed almost certain Shinigami truly did belong to her for the night, but whether it continued. “…Mmm good, you are getting better. Must be harder to do for you than me, but you are getting into it.” The foot slid very briefly across the shaft. “Keep going until I cum…swallow it all. If you do, after you are done. If you ask really nicely, maybe I will give you a moment of what you crave the most. But none of that defiance earlier. I want to hear a voice that confirms you belong to me. Tone, words. I want you to mean it. I think you can do it. There is nothing to be ashamed about. I really want to hear those words genuinely come from you.” To admit her submission, without defiance, to beg for Jumi to give her a little submission. Was she ready. She felt the pleasure going. It was partly Shinigami, but she was getting off on being able to treat her this way, and Shinigami liking it. The creature did not say anything in response. Jumi was less certain what it was up to. But as long as it did not get too involved, she would not care. After another moment, Jumi put her hands on Shinigami’s head. Held it in place. “Mmmm good girl! Here’s your treat.” She did say it very enthusiastically. As her load came out in Shinigami’s mouth. “I hope you like the taste. A treat I can only offer tonight. Remember, swallow every last drop, then clean me very well. Once it is done, if you want some attention, you know what I want to hear.”

Like a pet, but not completely. That was Jumi’s strategy. If it backfired, she might have to try something else. But she still had to wonder, if she kept it up, if it was her specifically, would Shinigami start to crave it. This was probably the best time, the best chance, the only time she might be in the right state of mind, and Shinigami, might be willing to make her fantasy a lifelong reality. It fueled the dominance, made it more intense. But even if it failed, she could probably continue. The sucking was good, though she realized Shinigami might not be skilled or experienced at this, and her mouth might not have been ideal. She tried not to think how different it would have been from Mitsuko. Not let those feelings distract her, she needed to put everything into dominating, just maybe taming Shinigami. If Shinigami tried enough, put enough feeling into it, she thought it would feel good, and Shinigami would be rewarded. She felt the touch at her feet. She looked, with a smile perhaps warm, assertive and cocky at the same time. “You must wish I was doing this so much, giving you attention. But you belong to me for this night.” She confidently suggested again she could dominate Shinigami enough to give up her turn. “I am going to use you anyway I want. Indulge whatever desire I have…but unless I need to punish you, you will get your attention too. The better you do, the better you behave, the more I will reward you. Though the chains may stay on. Keep asserting control, keep claiming. Show no concern about Shinigami getting a turn. Arrogance was dangerous. But if she keep it up, she would be right. She teased the shaft with her foot, but Shinigami had to earn more attention. Probably after the blowjob was done. She glanced at the creature behind Shinigami. Touching the tail. “Trying to help her? Or tell me she needs attention. I’m doing this my way. Like I said, she will get attention once she deserves it. “. She gave a soft moan as Shinigami kept going. “Good…good girl. Keep going, show me more. Really put your desire into it. Show me how badly you want me to touch you.” She was inexperienced, not sure what she was doing. But she was getting more into it, craving Shinigami’s reactions. She wanted more of this new side, slowly increasing in submission.

Jumi was not bothered by the audience, quiet as it was. She did not know why Reika left that one here, but if it just watched, she would focus on Shinigami. She had nothing to that? Were her attitude, words and confidence more effective than she thought? Maybe she could succeed after all. Keep up the strategy, reward her if she did well. Punish her if she did bad. Train her like a pet? Permanently tame her? The strategy was similar. But it was too soon. She had to ease into it. But if Shinigami seemed to want it…it was very likely to happen. One step at a time, for now, maintain the dominance. It was just about the sex for now, potential for something more complete. She knew it might fail, and oh boy would she have an experience if it did. But she had the fight in her now, and was going to try to make Shinigami submit more completely. Not destroy the fight inside Shinigami, it was valuable, she respected and valued it. But just maybe make Shinigami show only her a certain level of submission. That was the goal. But now, she had to urge it on. Sighed softly, pleased at the feel of her mouth around her shaft. Distinct from pussy, but still quite pleasing. A soft moan. “…good start…put some feeling into it. I want you to back up words with action. Show me how much you are mine. Those two words you love so much. The better you do, the more you will hear them.” She could not overly rely on the ‘good girl’ crutch. But she had picked up on how much Shinigami liked her saying it to her. “Imagine how I will say it, how much I will mean it, if you do well enough.”

“Still want to do the other side of the contest hmmm? Of course I’m not experienced enough for this to be too easy. But I wonder? Maybe I should take up the challenge, see if I can get you to submit enough you don’t even want to try?” Shinigami still having fight in her was reassuring in a way. But Jumi was in a new state of mind. Curious to see if they could go further, make Shinigami want to submit more completely. If it did not anger Shinigami, nothing was off the table anymore. No activity, no result. But it was far from certain she could go that far. “Though I hoped for a little less defiance in that admission. You sounded so happy when I said you were mine. Such a good girl in that moment.” It was close now. “Your reactions…made me happy, so…close…but I will…celebrate, after…I finish.” Another moment of pounding. It has waited so long, it was more intense than the first time with Mitsuko, several thick intense warm streams, filling Shinigami. So good, the result of her victory, in that moment she felt Shinigami’s submission, how she enjoyed it. But then the defiance was back. She would test whether that remained or not. Once her climax had passed, she pulled out, stood. The chains shifted, Shinigami was now in the air, still wrapped tight. “You sparked a side in me I did not know I had, I can be assertive…but you are the first I have tried to dominate, have dominated, if only for a moment. I enjoyed it. I don’t expect you to make it easy. But I intend to savor my victory, see if I can make it more complete. Since you did not tell me nothing is off the table, nothing is off the table.” What to do though. She was inclined to take a sadistic streak, not unless Shinigami showed a masochistic side. She was trying to avoid the feel of a demon breaking someone. No, she wanted Shinigami to submit because it felt right to her, if she could. “If I fail, of course you will have your turn, and I encourage you to not hold back either. Make me submit more than I have yet, and if you remember, I was pretty submissive to you in the manor.” It was only fair after all…Jumi intend to lose though, wanted to see if she could make Shinigami submissive enough she no longer wanted a turn to try to beat her. Well, there was something. Not inherently submissive, but could be with the right touch. Something to try to help her figure out the next step, and just maybe put Shinigami in a slightly more submissive state of mind, it would likely only be a small step. The chains pulled Shinigami down to the floor, on her knees. “You know, I wondered what this felt like too.” She stepped forward, the shaft in Shinigami’s face. It was a bit obvious, and cliche, but it might be a small step. A chance for Shinigami to act a little more submissively. “Show me what it feels like. Put your skill into it. Show me you are a good girl, and belong to me.” Claiming the blowjob as both part of her reward and maybe an attempt to inch Shinigami into a more submissive mood. “I wondered how I should punish you, if you don’t do good?” A hypothetical question, that she had to consider. Though she actually expected Shinigami to do well enough not to need it. The threat kept up the atmosphere though.

That was it? Jumi claiming her, drove Shinigami to orgasm? Was it just the moment of sexual utter domination? Or did Shinigami want more? Would she give herself to Jumi completely? Her previous comments and negative reactions warned Jumi to stop. But she could not help but wonder, did some part of Shinigami want it? If Jumi did this right was Shinigami actually capable of agreeing to it? Of wanting it? She was not done, though she won. Shinigami came first. She had said earlier she would do what Jumi wanted if this happened. But Jumi still was figuring out what she wanted. What was more important, was she wanted Shinigami to be obedient not because she lost, but because she wanted to do whatever Shinigami said. ”You liked that huh?” Her pleasure was growing now, but she could still go. “Do you agree? That belong to me? I wonder, will you say it? Say it in a way I believe you mean it, deep down?” Was Shinigami willing to admit it? Did she agree? Just for the night…or longer? Just sexually…or more? Jumi had not committed to making a fantasy a reality. But if it looked like Shinigami wanted to become her pet, after all…on this night Jumi might not be able to stop herself from making it official.

“…Who knows…”. Jumi had some guesses, but nothing certain. “Everything that happened, with Mitsuko, is screwing with my head…feels good…but it isn’t building much…”. She was psychologically in an uncertain place. All these feelings diminishing, but not blocking the pleasure. “Maybe I’ve just decided not to give up. See what you really want me to do. Since you aren’t giving me answers, who knows how drastic I will get? If I do something permanent? I wonder…does that scare you? Anger you?….or excite you?” It was not a specific idea at the moment, just making it clear how far she was willing to go. A permanent change between them, rather than something physical. “Maybe I just do want to win that badly after all. You are starting to lose, but I won’t stop after you cum. No, tonight, you belong to me.” Slowly going further and further, testing Shinigami’s reactions. Whether it encouraged her to keep going.

It was something, not enough. What did Shinigami really want. Was it really as simple as Reika suggested? Did Shinigami just enjoy being overpowered? Did she want more? “It’s just us now.” More assertiveness, with some bitterness, inexperienced but giving into desires she might have feared. “I’m going to spend every moment I still have this thing, and this power of yours to overpower you. I don’t know where I’ll stop, you better warn me now if anything is off limits. Otherwise I have no idea how far I will go. You like that? That what you hoped I would do? What I had it in me to do?” Another chain wrapped around her tightly, chest and arms bound together. “I wonder, just how good you will be when I am done?” There was no malice, cruelty in her voice. But behind the fears about Mitsuko, a certainty, assertiveness. That she could not stop now, she was fumbling a little in inexperience, but other than anything Shinigami might mention now, nothing was completely off the table.

It all happened so fast, the shock of it did not fully register. Rather than try to ease the mistrust, Reika was gone. She took Mitsuko. Mitsuko was gone. Alone with her. What she feared at the convention hall, why she followed Mitsuko with Shinigami. That turned out well, that time. But it was a punch, almost a stab to the gut. She had not had a chance to say anything, to Reika or more importantly Mitsuko. Shinigami turned out well. But she was terrified now. Reika was the reason Mitsuko needed healing in the first place! Why not take to the altar? Would Maxim really have ignored her? Jumi found that very hard to believe. It should have been tried! Now what would happen. Reika MIGHT heal her, like she said, but would Mitsuko be unchanged. Would she be wrapped around Reika’s finger? Loyal to death? She trusted Mitsuko, but stronger and more experienced Magical Girls had been twisted to evil when kept by an enemy long enough. It seemed entirely possible Reika herself was such an example. The only thing holding back a breakdown was she was in the middle of very rough sex with Shinigami. Something like they had never done before. She might still be scared of going too far. But she was lost in desperation, willing to change the relationship between them permanently, if it was done without harming Shinigami. She was ready to test just how far Shinigami wanted to go. “You did not answer my question!” She said loudly, commanding. Pulling on the tail and letting go of the hand to give her a strong, but probably not painful for Shinigami, spank. “They are gone! We are alone! I want to hear it from you!” They were not technically alone, but she did not really know what to make of Mao. The point was, with Mitsuko gone, all her feelings were being directed at Shinigami. See if and how much she wanted to actually be dominated. If she wanted something extra from Jumi herself.