Mens Rea

[Author's Reminder: As stated by TheDespaxas at the start of every branch, each branch is like an off-shoot or alternate universe: there are similarities to the other branches, but certain things will be different based on the author's preference, ranging from different decisions being made to outright "rule" or universe changes. This is why you might see discrepancies between any one branch and any other, or between a branch and the prime author's main plotline. Some small discrepancies have already come up here. Very large ones are yet to come.]

Summers' Residence, Saturday, 2:48PM

Just a touch... just a spell or two. It would satisfy her questions, her faith-based questions, and isn't that the right thing to do? The idea of showing off to his art teacher seemed innocent, harmless...

... just like his plan yesterday.

Even here, face-first in the bosom of his art teacher, John couldn't escape them: the sunken and glistening eyes of those Academy students who had fucked themselves nearly to destruction thanks to his careless influence. The sunlight danced through drawn curtains, but John was reminded of drawn clinic screens. The mattress underneath them, so much softer than those of the school nurse's office, brought the fresh memories of the latter all the same. John had done his best to avoid touching the mattress, but really to avoid needless touching of the trembling forms that were brought in, one after the other, for his healing. A few had still tried to pull him onto it with their battered forms, eager for more.

What the Hell am I thinking...? He looked up at her expectant face... and his bold confidence was gone. "I'm sorry... I don't think I can."

He's hiding something. Her thoughts burned like a brand, but her face gave no indication that she was onto him. "It's alright; just know that I would like to understand... one day." She leaned onto him to free her hands to guide his; she guided his fingers to cradle her impressive posterior. "But enough philosophy and religion... that's not my subject."

John managed to smile at that. "Back to tutoring?"

"Oh yes: I want to see just how far someone like you can go." She resumed massaging his meat, turgid as it ever remained. "I can't believe you're still going after everything we've done... do you think you can keep up with me?"

You've got no idea, lady. This was... clean, as John had wanted it; the guilt of keeping a secret was a far less onerous weight, one he could push to the back of his mind as he pushed to the back of her vagina. He slowly shifted his knees across the black comforter of the bed, now stained with their love from before, until he was standing with her still wrapped around him like a human harness.

She was heavy, as any curvy woman must be, but his newfound strength easily lifted her by her rump to bash her against him, bouncing her pale form on him as she struggled to keep hold. "J-John, you better know what you're doing-!" Her voice was cutely alarmed at being fucked like a ragdoll.

"This is easy," he grunted, taking her left tit in his mouth as he worked to please her. She gave him satisfied moans, and he carefully tread her mind as they went: she would mentally complain of some discomfort, and John would adjust to correct it. He spooned her more gently, went back to the bed when she wished for something more tender, and spread her wide to pound her mercilessly when she moaned, in flesh and mind, at the surge welling inside of her. Where his cum had not already been pounded into her uterus, it now bathed her thighs and lubricated his piston; he would replace it soon with another potent batch, and any worries about knocking her up had fallen by the wayside for him as they had for her.

He stood at the edge of the bed, his arms stretched out as he pushed her thighs as far back as they would go, lancing into her with hurtful thrusts that she demanded. "God, this is... this is...!" It's like he can read me perfectly... oh... oh I'm... I'm-!

"I'm coming, June," John warned, quickening his pace.

"M-Me too, ah, ah-!" I want to hear him come!

It was a bizarre demand, but John wanted to please her every hope. Where he would normally stifle any audible evidence of his orgasm, as years of masturbating in front of his PC at home demanded, he now joined her chorus of groaning pleasure. He leaned forward, pinning her thighs apart as he pushed against her cervix. With his hands freed, he cupped her breasts, just as she began to peak, to roll her nipples in the only way she seemed to enjoy. Pleasure fell upon pleasure, and the lovers exchanged tongues and groans, mouth-to-mouth, as John began to pump her with a few million more swimmers.

She rubbed, and then clawed, his back as if to encourage ever more seed. Hers were deep, trembling breaths, with surprised gasps as she felt just how much he was still ejaculating into her. She looked sure that she had properly finished John off.

But the afternoon was young; if nothing else, John would show her the magic of his newfound stamina.

Gorbachev Bunker, 7:39PM

Study 034-001, Log 001
Attending researcher(s): Tricia Gorbachev (licensed Gorbachev researcher, Tier III; civilian doctorate pending) - "Tricia"
Topic #1: anatomical fluid production of Abyssal entity when stimulated in sterile laboratory setting
Topic #2: utility of fluid (see Topic One) in controlling new Eyes manifested in Gorbachev subject
Test Subject #1: permanent Abyssal manifestation created by a non-traditional summoner - sexual demonic entity - "Lily"
Test Subject #2: Attending researcher - "Tricia"
Lily has responded well pending recovery from what outwardly appeared to be a voluntary sleep cycle lasting six hours. Though available materials only offer some identifying signs of demons, it is enough to establish a reasonable likelihood that Lily is a demonic entity and a manifestation of sexual corruptions in humans. This theory is bolstered by the summoner characterizing her as being a "succubus," a common name for sexually-themed demons. Notably, Lily seems to be particularly weak: demons, as characterizations of human faults, are supposed to become more exaggerated and powerful effigies of their purported focus. Annotated Volumes of the True Testaments of Solomon, 342 Abraham 980, 1405 (Original, 932 B.C.E., 74th ed., 1975). She is short, exhibits social anxiety, has humble measurements in terms of sexual assets, and appears to be a virgin. She has two patches of what appears to be scar tissue, although that is likely a facade given both the failure of applied healing methods and the nature of Abyssal creations. Lily's manifested weakness in attempting to break free of my Carbon-Printed Isolation Harness for Human-Sized Abyssal Entity Capture, Study, and Fluid Extraction (hereafter referred to as "trap") also supports the theory that this is an exceptionally weak specimen. Henceforth, it will be assumed that Lily is, in fact, a low-level demon. Previous, undocumented experimentation showed that Lily secretes a potent fluid, one capable-

"A-Are you sure this is why Master left me here...?" Lily's voice was high-pitched and strained through the breathing apparatus over her face. Her pink form, no longer censored by her simple glamours, hung suspended at the center of a telephone booth-sized cubic frame of steel. She remained naked except where the cords of black rope had wrapped around her body: around her shoulders and armpits, around her hips to squeeze her legs together, and from the sides of her neck down, between her A-cups, to looping across her crotch and ass.

She quivered and shifted against the ropes, at first to try and break free but, now, to enjoy its biting pleasures. The plastic breathing mask did nothing but condense her breaths into more of the fluid that slowly dripped down the clear, ridged tube leading to the bottom, funnel-like platform upon which the entire structure rested. It was raised a full foot off of the ground on thick, black legs; beneath it, at the mouth of the funnel, sat the second jar Tricia had put beneath the writhing succubus; the first was already being analyzed by her drones.

Tricia sighed as her mental memo stopped recording. "He wanted me to keep you safe, which was my only given priority. You are safe. Therefore, his intentions are fulfilled as long as you stay here... safe... with me."

Tricia looked up at how hopelessly trapped Lily appeared to be. The cords would require at least four times the strength needed to snap industrial steel chains, certainly, but one could never be too careful with live Abyssal specimens; they were usually full of surprising ways to get out of man-made traps.

Lily proved less surprising than most. "But why... ooh... but why do I need to stay like this...?" Her body continued to drip, trickling down her bindings and legs in visible streams or droplets. Out of the corner of Tricia's eye, she noticed one of the drone doors manifest in the wall as two small, struggling drones, their helicopter blades whirring madly, towed a three-tiered cart full of replacement jars.

"I need to study you and your... product... to verify the alleged danger you pose, as well as potential for utility." Of course, I may be running out of time to do so... Tricia turned to a nearby holo-screen: there, live on video, Moira was still at the door of Tricia's faux house above ground. The Warden banged angrily on the doorbell while yelling up at the hidden camera. Tricia had her on mute--the glamour on the house meant no one would hear the shouting, so there was no security threat--and eyed the Warden's outfit: a V-necked cardigan of thin, blue cotton that sheathed what Tricia almost couldn't believe was a mid-riff-revealing crop-top in white with frills, all worn over tight, form-fitting jeans. Since when did the Brighton dress like that? Then again, I don't recall ever having seen her on a weekend...

Moira continued to shout, and also look around expectantly, between bouts of angrily texting both Tricia and John. She had been at it for about twelve minutes now; as far as Tricia could tell, John had yet to open his phone, and Tricia was certainly not going to complicate things by replying.

The latest text appeared on an adjacent screen:

Moira Brighton: Do you two think this is amusing? Otherwise, are you truly in peril... or not even present? The demon is at Tricia's house; I can feel the fiend's presence beneath the earth here, and we can no longer tolerate her vile influence! If you're not here, at least answer me!

Tricia sighed with frustration; she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep Lily safe from the Warden, except by pretending to not be home. Her Eye opened again; the calming sensation was less so, this time, but she could feel that the "opened" Eye revealed only another eyelid once again. I must hasten my research...

A third drone, a round, white, and bulbous thing with a single camera and a five-fingered hand of wire metal, flew through the image of Moira while clutching a small, black egg. "Oh, good! Please join the survey team, and report on the percentage of increased production." The Gorbachev turned back to Lily, and gave the small egg a twist. It began to vibrate intensely.

"W-What is that-?" Lily's words cut off as Tricia gracelessly shoved the egg between the bindings over Lily's virgin slit, trapping the egg against the front of her labia and clitoris. "Ooo... Oooooooh!"

Tricia's hand came back drenched in the fluid, and she held it out to be toweled off by drones as she continued to weigh the consequences of ignoring the Brighton she was contractually obligated to help-

John: "brt"

Tricia blinked at the message, and then an oval tear blinked into the space near her shower. Through it, she caught a brief glimpse of what had to be John's bedroom, given the consoles and PC immediately visible against the wall; the man himself stepped through shortly after. He seemed clean, even sharp in his casual black shirt and loose jeans. So he finished with Ms. Summers. The thought was more bitter than Tricia would ever admit.

"What the... what the fuck is that?!"

Tricia didn't bother following John's finger; she knew exactly to which writhing creature he was pointing. "That is 'Lily,' as you've named her-"

John shot Tricia a flat stare. "Why is she in a BDSM cage?!"

"It's a containment unit."

"Did she... try to escape or something?"

"... Well... not overtly..."

"Then let her out! I didn't leave her here so she could be tortured-"

"Ooooh Master-!" Lily's happy moans at the sight of her husband caused her to spray so violently that her juices went from trickles to outright worrying streams pouring down her ankles. The third jar was nearly filled, and the drones quickly worked to replace it.

John grimaced as he weighed his initial assessment of her "****."

"Your presence appears to increase production... noted." Tricia pushed aside the holo-screens; Moira's angry antics on the feed didn't escape John's notice. "Her fluids greatly enhanced pleasure and excitement; I believe I can use this to experiment with at least one of my new Eyes without risk of harming or influencing you or anyone else. Further, I would like to study this chemical's properties to see what risks may arise from further... ingestion."

John glanced between the scientist and the happy "volunteer" a few times before slowly nodding. "Alright... well, if Lily is alright with it-"

"Oooooh!"

"... then I guess you can borrow her for a bit."

"At this rate, I don't expect it would take longer than an hour. Scanners indicate that her body, being a manifestation without real physiological properties, can likely provide any amount desired in a single session. As long as you're here... stimulating her..."

John had burning questions at that, but out of the corner of his eye he noted Moira as she suddenly went from shouting to looking around nervously. Apparently satisfied with the lack of witnesses on a suburban Saturday evening, the Warden enlarged her shield... and very frankly drew her warhammer, looking ready to bust down the door of the fake house. "Right, first things first."

A tunnel, only large enough to fit a hand through, opened behind Moira and near John. With a brush of his fingers, he reached through the tiny hole in space to blink her into the lab and closed the discrete portal the moment she stood before him.

Despite the normal method of entrance, she seemed completely baffled. "Wh-Th... How- Tricia- John! Are you alright? The demon is-"

"Yes, yes, oooh-!" Lily, with eyes crossed and mouth drooling into the face mask, failed to notice the demon slayer's presence.