An Exhibition of Submission

Ariin shivered, then let out a soft moan as her brother's free hand began to trace the smooth skin of her hip and side, the chains draped there tinkling quietly as his fingers brushed over them. Ahsch held her gaze, his emotions in flux at the expression in her eyes; she truly did worship him. He couldn't read her thoughts - such mind magic was insanely difficult - but the impression he had was that she was... honored by his attention.

It was such a strange thing, given his memories from years before, when his twin practically hated him. It also disturbed him on some level, as he felt unworthy of such adulation - the entire situation with becoming a god and gaining power through worship, while a heady rush, still felt... off. And yet, here he was, his sister his Thrall, his **** more than Dominant's Tithe could have provided even prior to Phashak's tweaking.

And despite his worries about the morality of his choices, a part of him felt that such Domination was... right. Proper. A... divine Truth.

Contemplate you godly existence later, Mahat chided. Your sister deserves a reward, don't you think?

By way of response, Ahsch took his hand from his Thrall's hip to cup her chin, then leaned down and kissed her aggressively. Possessively. He ravished her mouth with his tongue, and she submitted, welcoming his domination of her with barely-suppressed eagerness. Soft, needy whines leaked from between their lips, and Ahsch dismissed the leash in his hand so that he could hold her closer, his fingers squeezing her toned ass. Ariin shivered when he used a finger to firmly tap the plug, her hips rolling once, **** for more stimulation.

Fuck me, Ariin begged. Claim me. Ravish me, **** me, breed me, use me...

The litany of pleas were a mantra that pounded at Ahsch's mind. With a growl, he shoved his pants down, lifted his sister up, and speared into her. Even as she all but sobbed in ecstasy into his mouth, the chanting didn't let up as she writhed against him, her legs wrapping around his waist. With every roll of her hips, her cunt clenched, the combination stroking his cock despite Ahsch holding still.

Shaking with arousal, Ahsch took a couple steps to the nearest wall and he pinned his Thrall and began to slam into her. Despite only a few seconds having passed since they started, Ariin was already soaked - she'd been wet since Ahsch entered the room, her willing, eager submission stoking the flames of her always-simmering arousal into an inferno.

It was a fire they both suspected wouldn't be quenched. Ahsch found he thoroughly enjoyed denying his girls orgasms, and while Mahat enjoyed the dynamic as a sort of game, she became somewhat prickly if he didn't let her cum at least every once in a while.

Ariin took to his control and denial of her pleasure with reckless, fervent joy. The only time she asked for relief was if she needed the clarity of mind that constant arousal pushed aside, though even those requests were becoming increasingly infrequent. Even despite regular, extended use of Arsenal of Ecstasy and Edge of Glory, she still managed multiple days between orgasms.

In fact, Ahsch realized that the last time he'd given her permission was over a week ago.

As though she had read his mind, Ariin's chanting changed, less a mantra and more a prayer. I know being your Thrall is a Sacrifice of my worship, but I want to give you more. Give you everything. I dream of the day I never ask for release again, of the day I sacrifice my every future orgasm to you, my brother, my Master, my God. I can't wait for them to be a luxury, a gift you deign to give me only after I have truly earned the honor of release. I never want to expect them, to feel undeserving of your grace. I want you to control my pleasure utterly, to be your toy. I want to revel in the thought of never cumming again, of swimming in this lust and arousal forever, your eternally denied ****.

With every word Ahsch's arousal grew, his balls tightening, until her final words sent him over the edge. With a roar, he came, his cock lodged as deep as he could go inside her, and she shivered in joy, redoubling her efforts to pleasure him with her pussy.

"Yessssss," she hissed, aloud and in his mind. "More," she pleaded a moment later.

Still hard, Ahsch carried his Thrall to her bed, and tossed her atop it. He roughly pushed and pulled her into position, her arms stretched out ahead of her and her head pushed into the mattress, while her ass was up in the air, legs spread and back arched to present her soaked cunt to him. He gave her ass a harsh slap, and Ariin let out a whorish cry of pleasure, which only became louder and higher as he sunk his cock back into her, half-leaning over her.

"I have a new command for you," he said, his lips brushing her ear as he filled her mind with his intent. Ariin's body went rigid in eager attention, her cunt spasming around him. "Every time you come to me to beg for your orgasms, unless the situation demands otherwise, you will be edging this tight, slutty cunt. You may only speak the words while you're riding that edge, and until I either grant you permission to either cum or stop, you will stay there, even if I send you away. Do you understand?"

"Yes!" Ariin screamed. "Thank you, Master! Thank you, thank you, thankyouthankyou..." Ahsch wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing just above her new collar, hard enough to cut off her mindless chanting. She bucked against him, trying to take his cock even deeper. More, her mind moaned as she shivered.

"More what?" Ahsch growled, slamming into her harder.

Everything!

Ahsch shifted, sliding his arm around her neck and putting her in a simple headlock. Her cunt gushed, nearly squirting despite being unable to orgasm. The Dominant Mage chuckled darkly. "From now on, you must ask permission to touch your cunt with your hands or any toys, but you can hump things like an animal if you need."

His sister's pussy clenched and held, her whole body taut and tense as a bowstring. Ahsch could see her eyes rolling back in her head, her body desperately trying to cum even though she simply couldn't. According to her, the sensation was like beginning an orgasm, only the moment was stretched out until she either got permission or cooled down some. Ahsch continued to fuck her, seeking his orgasm; he wasn't much concerned about her asphyxiating, not with how sturdy Outsider bodies were when it came to physical needs like air - the Mana they were comprised of would sustain them for much longer than a regular being. Though light-headed from the lack of air, Ariin would be fine for several minutes, not even passing out.

As he continued to ravish her, Ahsch began to project fantasies into his sister's mind. Giving a sermon at the temple as she knelt and worshiped his cock, with dozens or hundreds of people watching. Or having her give a sermon as Enochiel's Divine Submissive as she edged herself in front of all those people. Parading her around R'sath or the Capital while Arsenal of Ecstasy was active, continuously building her arousal. Having another dinner with Kirasiel and using Ariin to distract the royal cunt with lewd dancing, or having her crawl around under the table, sucking his cock and pleasuring whatever Avery had for the event.

Ariin was shaking, stuck in a purgatory of pleasure as Ahsch finally came again, growling in her ear. "Good girl," he praised, letting up on her neck, but still keeping her wrapped in his arm. "My good Little Bird."

She was silent for a few moments more before she finally backed away from the edge, and the whimpers and whines as Ahsch caressed and stroked her sensitive body delighted him to no end. He lay behind her, spooning her with his still-hard cock inside her, and even as she slowly calmed, she rocked her hips against him, gently fucking herself.

"Thank you, my God," she whispered.

Ahsch gently kissed the back of her head, and they laid in silence for a minute. After thinking for a bit, Ahsch finally said, "I know you said this was all due to that tenth commandment, but I'm confused... I meant that in a general sense, as an everyday sort of thing."

Ariin giggled. "I know."

The Dominant Mage frowned, then blinked as realization settled on him. "Wait, you don't mean..."

"Unless you make me, I will wear this every day, everywhere," she declared. "After all, Exhibitive Creation keeps me safe from a defense standpoint, and I had this made so that I'm generating all the Mana that I can."