As Asher unfolded from the confines of the coffin, stepping into the realm of the living once more, albeit in a form not his own, Esther found herself having her lips part on their own.
Her eyes inadvertently wandered, towards the seemingly harmless meaty sword hanging between his legs, not knowing whether to feel surprised or not to see that its size and girth also got successfully transferred to his avatar.
But the moment she felt a hint of warmth creeping up her cheeks, she reeled in her thoughts, feeling annoyed at herself for letting herself get so distracted easily despite it resembling that of a human.
Her gaze snapped back to his face, as the success of the procedure settled in her mind finally, "You...You really managed to do it..." The words tumbled from her lips, edged with disbelief. Here stood a man, an alien, not of her bloodline, who had traversed the perilous path of transferring consciousness and mana circuit into a human shell without faltering.
"This feels...a bit weird yet familiar..." Asher mumbled as he surveyed his new hands, his features, a look of curiosity painting his expression as he encountered his reflection on the coffin glass.
His human visage, mirroring the demonic one he knew so well, stared back at him—same yet entirely different, with startling white hair cascading down to his waist. He was astonished to see that his appearance resembled almost the same as his demon body, except he looked human. It felt kind of strange yet familiar...as if he was human again.
But he felt he would have to shorten his hair since only hipsters would grow hair this long back on Earth. Yet he was satisfied to see that his height, muscles, and especially his little dragon had the same shape and size.
However, what caught his attention was the color of his eyes. They were a radiant gold unlike the dark yellow of his original body, almost the same as when his eyes glowed with the power of his mana as a Hunter.
For a moment, he felt as if he was staring into his past self.
His gaze then drifted to his original form, lying still within the other coffin, connected to him by the dark blue tendrils of mana that seemed to form a sort of connection between the two.
"How long are you going to stand without any clothes like that? You can now return to your original body now that the transfer has been a success," Esther coldly asked, not wanting to get distracted again.
Asher, still marveling at his new existence, voiced his awe and curiosity, "This is mind-blowing. I am literally standing in a different body…a human one. Why can't you people use this Art in our world? Imagine using it and having a second life," he pondered aloud, the strategic possibilities unfolding in his mind.
Esther's response was a low, tired sigh, "The only reason you are able to use your avatar here is because I am maintaining a connection between it and your body. The moment you even get a few meters away from your original body, the connection will be lost, and you will return to your original body. This secret art is only meant to be used during Reaping since the Devils are doing the hard part of transferring your soul into your avatar."
Esther then went on to explain other details regarding his avatar to make sure he won't end up getting caught or dying in his avatar and result in her House getting exposed.
Asher's understanding deepened, the complexities of his new form revealing themselves in layers, each explanation from Esther shedding light on the intricate details of his avatar.
"But my face is similar to my original body. Won't humans recognize me or at least think I am oddly resembling the demon called 'Hellbringer'?" Asher voiced his main concern while feeling it would be a shame to disguise his face.
Esther, her posture relaxed yet commanding with her arms crossed, addressed his concerns as she shook her head, "Another ability of your avatar is forming a very thin yet imperceptible cloak of aura that would make humans unconsciously be unable to match your face with that of your original body. They will only consider you as one of their own. Even without that, most of them would never really suspect you. But make sure to never get captured or have your avatar examined by any experts. There is a limit to how much your avatar can hide the true nature of its host."
"Obviously, I don't plan to let that happen," Asher responded with a casual shrug before stepping down from the coffin, making Esther unconsciously take a step back, wondering what he was doing when he should be getting back to his original body.
She frowned as he looked at her with a devious smile, and asked, "Have you ever tasted a human dick?" Upon seeing her flustered expression, Asher felt the urge to push down her pride.
Esther's pale red eyes widened in disbelief, her fists clenching at her sides. She couldn't believe that he was demanding her to service his human penis when he already knew how disgraceful and forbidden it was, even if it didn't really belong to a human.
Just thinking of doing it made her stomach churn, and even the devils might not forgive her for such an immoral act.
"You cannot be serious," she hissed, her voice dripping with disdain, "The contract is only for me to…" Esther's words died as realization dawned on her.
Asher's grin only widened, his dark eyes twinkling, "Seems like you know that it's still me inside this body. So, I don't feel that you are doing something taboo since I am not a human. Now, get on your knees and get to it. I want to see if it's as good as my original."
Esther's eyes twitched in agitation, the very thought of it sending a shiver of revulsion down her spine, "The contract states that I only have to sleep with you," she coldly said, "It doesn't involve me having to..."
"Oh, but where's the fun in that?" Asher interrupted, his voice laced with sarcasm, "Well, my dear lady, you can either suck it, or I can fuck you with it. Your choice. Would you rather feel a human dick inside your pussy? Which do you think is more of a taboo?" Asher's crude threat hung heavy in the air, forcing Esther to weigh her options carefully. With pursed lips and a defeated posture, she conceded defeat, lowering herself onto the cold stone floor beneath her.
She felt her face burn with shame, knowing that no other woman from her House had ever been forced to lower themselves like this. What would her ancestors think of her?
Yet when his monstrous human member strained against her face, she felt her face warming up upon smelling its thick, masculine smell that was no different than that of his original body.
How could that be possible despite it being human in nature? Was it because his avatar still had his demonic mana? And why could she hear her heart pounding in her ears?
But all her doubts and questions slipped into the back of her mind faster than the speed at which he slipped the tip of his hot, hard human member into her mouth while clutching her hair.
She winced hard as her jaw ached, as he forced her to take more of him into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with the effort while taking relief in the fact that she wasn't really doing it with a human.
Still, its texture looked human, and it still felt wrong. But despite knowing it was borderline taboo, it strangely made her heart race faster.
Soon enough, moans and wet slapping noises filled the hall as time seemed to slow down around them. Eventually, the sounds dissolved into silence, punctuated by Asher's satisfied sighs.
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After a while, Asher was back in his original demon body and was staring at the coffin with his lifeless avatar.
He had a satisfied smile on his face, especially after seeing that his little dragon's prowess was similar even in his avatar, and he had to thank Esther for helping him realize it with her mouth.
Thanks to her inexperience, especially with any sort of emotions, he felt it was quite fun and amusing to slowly break her and use her to have a hold on her House.
However, shifting his focus back to the coffin, he snapped his fingers as he stored it away in his Damned Dimension while feeling that he should think of a way to send this coffin to Earth.
Should he store it in a hidden place through a quest and tell Amelia or those Japanese girls to fetch it for him?
But his solitude was abruptly shattered by the sound of sharp, deliberate footsteps echoing against the stone floor.
He turned, his gaze drawn towards the entrance, anticipation flickering in his eyes.
Through the door swept a figure, the very embodiment of allure and power.
Clad in an elegant black gown that hugged her voluptuous form, Rebecca made her entrance, the dress's design accentuating her deep cleavage. The fabric moved like liquid shadow with each step she took, a dance of darkness and grace.
"What a pleasant surprise, or maybe not a surprise. I knew you would come back to me," Asher remarked, a playful yet challenging undertone in his voice as he took in the sight of Rebecca striding towards him. His words, however, fell on deaf ears, or so it seemed.
Rebecca's approach was silent, her expression darkening, her eyes alight with a deadly coldness that belied the calm of her steps. The air around her seemed to thicken, charged with an unspoken fury.
"What happened? Are you so shocked that you forgot to speak after seeing certain things?" Asher's scoff carried a cold edge, an attempt to provoke a response, to pierce the armor of her silence.
His taunt, however, was met not with words but with a palpable shift in the atmosphere, making him frown.
The hall, already a cavern of shadows, seemed to constrict around them as a chilling, sharp, killing intent emanated from Rebecca.
With a fluid motion, her hands wove through the air, summoning forth dozens of icy projectiles of blood, each one a harbinger of vengeance.
"Bleed for me!" The words, torn from Rebecca's lips in a vengeful cry, filled the space between them with an echo of wrath. The projectiles, sharp as the coldest winter and as deadly as the darkest thoughts, hurtled towards Asher from all sides, their aim true and their intent meant to paint the floor with his blood.
