Battler pays Lucifer to go too far. (Pink Trigger's Power >3499, Favors -1)

Battler rose from his seat.

I let out a sigh of relief, expecting that Battler was indicating he was done sitting for a dance. I thought Beatrice did, too. However... The only reason the young man had risen was to step up onto the stage, where Lucifer was still defenselessly holding her arms behind her head and clinging onto the pole. He backed the black-haired beauty up until she was standing straight against the pole, small tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

"Yeah... Give me the last one. This Lucifer is definitely... the girl of my fantasy. However much money is on that card, and even if the second game included all six of her sisters, this is my choice."

"No... No!" Lucifer shouted, although now her inhuman red eyes seemed fixed by his intent human stare. "Beatrice, I'm... I'm resisting him, I won't let him...!"

"Don't. There's no need." Beatrice sighed, grabbing the lanyard up and passing it to Battler without hesitation. "This is unexpected, but... There is no longer any point in my ritual. You belong with Battler now. If the two of you can be happy together, seek that happiness, my former furniture."

"I don't understand! D-did I mess up?!" Lucifer continued to look panicked, but remained frozen as Battler's hands fastened the lanyard around her neck... Then, his arms wrapped around her and his face drew closer to hers. "This can't be right...! With this human... Is it... Okay...?"

"Only if you desire it... My friend," Beatrice finished, She wore a sad smile, oddly reminiscent of a mother giving away her daughter for marriage... Although that didn't seem quite right. Surely it wasn't. This whole situation... was entirely screwed up...

Beatrice's former furniture didn't say any words in response. Instead, shutting her eyes, she pushed her inexperienced lips to Battler's, then used that previous weightless trick of hers to hop onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist while leaning back to allow their kiss. So, her hesitation had just been consideration of her appearance to her respected witch...

In no time at all, Battler's hands found purchase on Lucifer's hips. He didn't need to support her weightless body... He needed to slide his strong fingers into the seat of his bought lover's leotard, groping the soft ass beneath. She continued locking lips with him a moment longer before clutching tighter to him. The furniture wore an expression of shame that disgraced her name, but with a brilliant flush and funny smile she couldn't help. Clumsily, she began undoing the buttons of his jacket without supporting herself midair, before apparently deciding that was too slow and forming her sword to swing vertically across him. I saw it had formed a cut, but a shallow one, and had served its purpose, allowing her to begin pulling his garments off and bare his upper body. She seemed pretty horny to find out what his muscles looked like.

"Gh! H-hey, you made Mask Guy over there treat your clothes with respect! Why am I suddenly getting the rough stuff?!" Battler was playing around, but I could see he was genuinely concerned that his magical fling had already drawn a bit of blood.

"You said you'd be a man and bear it, right?" Lucifer rubbed her delicate hands across his now-exposed chest, appreciating his body. "I won't serve a master who has no pride, you know...!"

"Forget it! I've got plenty of pride, so I'll take a serving of that fine ass of yours, Lucifer!"

"... Hmph. You're... so needy, Master..." The furniture let out a small moan as Battler grabbed a handful of the back of her leotard and pulled it into a tight wedge between her cheeks, then energetically slapped color into them before grabbing them tightly once more. With all of the protest out of her, Lucifer nestled her head alongside his, a last-ditch effort to at least hide her smitten smirk from him. "Oh, Master... I'm... Offensive-type furniture... I have no shield... If you're too rough with me... I'll break..."

"'Offensive-type,' huh? I can be pretty offensive, too, Lucifer..." The young man, still holding his magical lover's leotard tightly in one hand, shifted it out of the way, revealing her waiting womanhood.

"That's fast, Master!" the furniture protested, although her nails dug more tightly into his back, drawing more blood. "Isn't that too fast?!"

"You were bragging about your speed earlier!" Battler looked into her eyes as she pleaded with him. He'd probably caught on already that if Lucifer was a creature of his fantasy, she wanted what he wanted... "No need to take things too slow now, huh?"

"I... Suppose not... But, please... A bit gently, master...!"

...

I didn't have to watch to know things did not proceed gently. Lucifer was high-specification combat furniture, after all. There was no need to be too gentle with a girl like that, so Battler had taken to bouncing her on his cock and making her scream in pleasure pretty quickly.

... As for Beatrice, she had escaped the closed room at some point. I suppose I had been rather distracted by the action, but still... Her talent for this was amazing. I walked to the door and jiggled the handle. Sure enough, it was still locked. As I was remarking on how impressive both Battler and Beatrice were...

"Hip." I heard the witch's voice from behind the door. "Join me in the hallway. I must speak with you about this development."

I did as I was told... Ah. It's nearly midnight now, isn't it?

In any case... with or without her magic restored, Beatrice had found a way to turn me into a sacrifice. She even left all six stakes pinning my lifeless body for someone to find... A bit overkill, but maybe she thought gouging multiple parts at once would make up for lost time in her ritual.

Before leaving, she placed a note on a card next to my head, folded to stand. With the last of my strength, I read Beatrice's cursive handwriting:

"To the lucky lovers: I will not be able to attend the wedding; however, please accept this matching set of decorations as a gift in advance."