Seraph smirked, watching Kanoe as she tried to grind her hips against him. Listening to her moaning voice begging him to keep using her body. She still hadn't answered the question, but considering her state of mind she probably couldn't. I didn't, however I also didn't have to do anything to bring her here. Unlike you she came here on her own, you had to be guided, Witch. Another thrust.

But I feel like being generous to you, Witch. If you could have one wish, Witch, anything at all in the universe ... What would it be, Witch? Seraph asked, thrusting hard into Kanoe whenever he said the word witch, and after each of those thrusts simply going back to his slow deep strokes. Letting Kanoe feel every inch of his member as it slipped deep into her before pulling back at the same rate, dragging against clenching walls. His offer was a gamble, there were all sorts of things that Kanoe, in her normal state of mind at least, could wish for that would probably get Seraph in all sorts of problems with the administration. Not that such a conflict really worried him, it would simply be annoying and irritating. Hopefully she would not be in her normal state of mind, and her wish would be something Seraph would be happy to provide.

The word Witch pounded into her psyche just as hard as the cocks pounded her will into dust. Her body arched in another climax that gushed juices down the pulsing meat. But there was no rest for her. The word was spoken again with the thrust pounding out another climax followed by another word and climax till the final question was asked.

At this point the witch was gasping for breath from the back to back climaxes she suffered. Many she suffered while the original release was still happening. Her eyes were half lidded and dull, not really looking at anything beyond the visions happening in her mind. Kanoe's mouth began moving before she could even form words to speak with.

"I... Uuuuhhhhnnn... I want you to take me..." she groaned softly, "I.. I will do everything I can to be.. To be worthy... My body is yours.." Unable to think beyond her next climax, she wanted nothing more than that. She wanted to be filled to the brink with the seed she hungered. Nothing else mattered in the world. Like a drug addict looking for her next high.

Seraph's gamble had paid off. Kanoe's mind couldn't think of anything else but the intense sensations she felt when he fucked her, when his shaft filled her tight wet hole as it plunged deeply into her. As you wish, Witch. At the word witch Seraph pounded into Kanoe, and didn't slow down afterwards. Instead he cast a simple spell, one that would repeat a certain word in Kanoe's head in time to his thrusts. "Witch." Every fifth thrust instead of Witch Kanoe would here "Slut", or "Fuck Toy".

Seraph's attempt to make sure that word's meaning is permanantly changed inside Kanoe's head. Over and over again was that word repeated, always in time with Seraph's cock and the flower's vine pounding into Kanoe as hard and deep as possible, and occasionally interchanged with Slut or Fuck Toy.

Seraph fucked her like that for a while before his cock suddenly pulsed. He pulled out and plunged back into Kanoe, his shaft roughly spearing into her. As soon as he was as deep as he could go his cock exploded with his cum, slowly filling Kanoe with pulse after pulse of mana-rich cum. Is that what you wished for, Kanoe? Seraph asked, not really caring if Kanoe answered his question, or was even capable of hearing it.

Her wish granted, Kanoe's world melted away into a vicious cycle of climaxes. Each time the word was spoken, she found herself spasming in glee as her body willingly submitted to the bliss it was experiencing. Her visions soon became reality as she thought of nothing else besides Seraph claiming her body like the fuck toy she was. With her willpower and mind reduced to nothing and the mana soaking into her body, it quickly reached the point where every thrust and every Witch sent the helpless woman over the edge.

She showed no signs of noticing the spell cast upon her. It did not matter what word it was at this point. Her libido was in overdrive and her entire body was as sensitive as her clitoris was. Kanoe's eyes had long since rolled back in her head showing nothing but the whites of them.

The end of her wish and dream came with Seraph's cock piercing into her womb. Kanoe's body arched as if offering everything to the angelic being before her. The swollen cock suddenly blew its highly potent load straight into her very core. A scream of glee sounds through the garden as drool ran from both corners of her mouth. Her entire body spasmed and convulsed in seizures of pure bliss. The climaxes came. First one then another then another until finally there were no beginning nor end to her release but a series of machine gun climaxes that tore away everything the witch once thought she was.

The witch could not answer the question. Her mouth hung open, unable to scream as she had long since ran out of breath. Kanoe could do nothing more than cum over and over again as the mana rich seed soaked into her body.

Seraph smiled at Kanoe, marveling in the way her orgasming walls grip his cock tight, trying to coax as much of his mana rich cum out into her womb. Her body came over and over again, each one leading into the next, as Seraph's cum pulsed into her womb, into her core. During the period he had been fucking Kanoe he had seen her soul overwhelmed by the sensations and become nothing more than a fuck toy for him to use, her body offered willingly for him to take. Ever time he had thrusted into her, every time she had heard the word's being whispered into her head, she had orgasmed.

Seraph waited until his cock had finished spurting cum into Kanoe's womb before pulling back, slowly sliding his cock out of Kanoe's cunt as it tried to hold on to him, still orgasming. When he had fully pulled out he took a step back, just as the flower of death slipped a thick vine inside her recently occupied cunt. The two vines inside her went back to their slow, almost torturous movements as Seraph walked around Kanoe until he was standing near her head. I believe I promised you another drink of mana.

The witch was dead to the world as she continued to twitch and gush juices. Even after the angel withdrew from her body, she continued cum as the mana infused seed sent her over the edge over and over again. A weak groan sounds the thick vine returned to thrusting into her body, each slow thrust oozing seed and juices.

Kanoe's mouth hung open, drool trickling down her cheeks and chin. Eyes fluttered as her head hung back, unable to hold it up any longer. She did not even register the cock that infront of her face. Only the mention of drinking mana made her drool more. The witch was completely gone. No one was home in her pretty little head.

Seraph saw the blankness that was in Kanoe's soul, the flair of colour gone. He felt a brief flare of annoyance at that, although considering the sensations of what he had done to her it was hardly surprising. To Seraph the physical sensations were nice, but the true delight came from the reaction of the soul. Even a sleeping victim's soul reacted to the body being fucked, but Seraph knew without testing it that in Kanoe's current state she wouldn't. Her soul had been pushed so far that unless it was given a chance to recover her body would still react, but the soul would be dead to anything he did. There was nothing special about being able to play with a rock, being able to break it and make it do as you will. Control, domination, only became special when the one you were controlling and dominating had a mind, had some form of will.

So Seraph stepped back, and at a thought the flower of death slowed down even further. Not just the vines, but the roots caressing Kanoe's body became slow and sluggish. With most of the sensations gone, well apart from his mana rich cum deep inside her womb, Kanoe would recover. Her soul would regain it's awareness. Perhaps she would even regain enough will to no longer be desperate for Seraph to fuck her.

With all that set up Seraph settled down on a throne of light to wait. The portal just behind him. He could be patient, and had all the time he wanted. With his 'illusionary Kanoe' in place no-one would go looking for her. The only being that actually stood a chance of realising that the Kanoe wandering around her classes was not actually Kanoe was Natsuki, and even that was a small chance.

Even losing conciousness did not protect Kanoe from the mana still flowing into her body. She dreamt of being fucked and raped countless times in every orifice possible. It took a couple of hours for the student to finally groan and shake her head weakly side to side. Her body still felt hot and tingled with delight as the roots and vines continue to tease her at a painstakingly slow pace.

"Uhhhnnnn..." eyes flutter as she blinks, trying to restore her blurry vision. Her eyes remained half lidded but at least there was some light behind them. Kanoe's body ached but in a good way and was ready for more even if her mind was not.

Seeing the portal behind Seraph, she remembered trying to escape. No doubt she failed in that. Her insides trembled as muscles clinch around the slowly pumping vines. "What.. What are you doing to me?" she groaned at her captor. Everything was a sexual blur since reaching the flower of death. No doubt she was taken down and taken down hard. She could not even control her body as it continued to drink in the mana of the flower and the air around her. Any attempt to struggle only made her moan as the moss and vines tickle her hyper sensitive body.

Seraph's blank expression shifted into a smile when he saw Kanoe finally stir. Her eyes blinked, and Seraph could see awareness returning to her soul. It would remain to be seen if the couple of hours wait would be worth what he would get from Kanoe the next time he took her, but if the previous fucking was anything to go by it would be. He remained on his throne, looking down at Kanoe's body and the thin layer of black moss that covered all of it except for her head and neck. Inside the moss was thousands of tiny roots, and any movement by Kanoe would drag those roots across her skin, gently caressing her. Even breathing deeply would force her breasts into the roots covering her chest. Combined with the pair of vines that were ever so slowly pumping into Kanoe's two holes it was a sexual tortue.

At the moment I am doing nothing to you, of course depending on your answer to my question that may very well change. Do you remember what happened before you passed out, Witch? Seraph didn't do anything when he said the word. He was insterested in seeing if she reacted to it at all, or if he had to drill that particular reaction into her more.

Even the slow pumping was proving almost too much for the incredibly aroused witch. Each slow thrust by the vines caused her hips to rise, grinding her swollen clit right into the countless tiny roots. "Ummm..." Her eyes fluttered as shuddering breath caused both her luscious mounds to grind into more of the roots. It was a vicious cycle as now her breasts and clit were pulsing wave after wave of unrelenting pleasure through her libido.

Kanoe was listening, doubting Seraph's words but the final word seemed to echo inside her mind. Flashes of memory reminded her of the mindblowing climaxes she had suffered. Her sex began to contract hungerly before spasming. The word alone would not have sent her over the edge. But with her body twitching and bucking against the roots, it was just enough to send the helpless woman into bliss. "Uuughhhh! Ahhhnnnnn! Oh godd!" she screamed as hot juices soak into the vine raping her. Panting heavily, the witch sank into her bonds. What little strength and will she regained from her rest was immediately climaxed out of her body.

"Uuhhnn.. You... You were... Nngh.. Raping me.." she moaned, answering the angel's question.

Seraph chuckled at Kanoe's answer. I did no such thing. I did fuck you, but by the time I did so you were begging for it. I even gave you a wish, something that could have ranged from making your magic as powerful as any angels to teleproting you and Clarice home and free of Natsuki. You chose to wish that I would fuck you and so I did. Just in case Kanoe forgot that particular part a quick memory spell suddenly gives the witch perfect recall of what happened from the second the flower of death teleported into the heart of the garden to the second she fell uncouncious.

Seraph felt slightly annoyed however. It seemed he had managed to embed the word witch in Kanoe's mind as something linked with pleasure. He had been looking forward to drilling that into her again. Of course he could do it anyway, make the sensations it created even stronger and much harder for her to reverse. But that would come a bit later, for now Seraph was more interested in talk.

I would recommend simply relaxing. An strenuous movement will just make it worse for you, witch. The final word is said with a smile. I believe we have an agreement that gives you access to the Darklight Grimore ... but what were the terms again?

The witch groaned as memories flood her mind. The whole experience was almost enough to cream herself right there. The two vines filling her ass and sex were not helping in this either. She sagged further into her bonds, letting the plant hold her up as Seraph continued speaking. She did not beat herself up for a missed opportunity she was not even aware of much beyond the pleasure she was feeling and the mana soaking into her body. No one could make a coherent thought in such a mess.

Kanoe focused on trying to control her breathing. Still breathing deep from the climax was causing all the roots to drag across her sensitive tit flesh while other roots were flicking across her engorged teats. Sparks of pleasure flew, adding to the already building flames of desire in her belly. "Mmmm... If... If I make you cum.. I get the Grimore for a night for each.. Nngh... Climax..." she replied breathlessly.

Correct. Which means I am currently bound to let you see it for two nights. But before we continue I asked you a quetion earlier that your mind was to far gone to answer. What do you think of me? Seraph's voice is neutral, not revealing anything about why he asked such a question. In fact Seraph himself wasn't even sure, the desire to know had come from deep inisde his soul, far deeper than his personality or his usual thoughts resided.

Seraph watched Kanoe's soul carefully, looking past the waves of pleasure that were slowly rolling through it. With her soul flaring like it was determining if someone was telling the truth would be difficult, no matter how good you were at noticing it. Conversely coming up with a convincing lie would also be difficult. A part of Seraph wanted Kanoe to try and decieve him, to give him an excuse to 'punish' her. But that part of him that wanted the answer to the question simpy wanted her to speak honestly, no matter what that honest opinion was.

Meanwhile Seraph sent out a, rather brief and abrupt, mental invitation to the various monsters nearby. An invitation for them to visit his garden, and be welcomed. For once. He had discussed putting Kanoe somewhere guests could use her to please themselves, and soon he intended to put that into effect. Of course their would be other student's as well, in the several hours Kanoe had been resting some students, out for an early morning walk or even those who had simply become addicted to the overwhelming pleasure that could be found inside the garden, had wadnered in and even now their cries were filling the garden with the sounds of bliss and desire.

She took several moments to return to normal breathing or at least as normal as she could get under these conditions. "What I think of you?" she asked wearily, looking up at the angel, "You have me bound in a flower that is... Nnnngh! Raping me! And you ask this!?" Her anger flared which helped clear her head a little bit. Of course it was not going to help her. She was still putty in this being's hands but she would at least answer this question. "Y-You.. You are no better than... Uhhnnn... No better than any other monster on this bloody island!"

The angel was no better than Keemari or any other monster that tries to manipulate her and make her pay for knowledge with her body. Perhaps he was even worse for making her come here in just a nightgown against her will. He knows what his aura and his high mana does to her body. But still she plays these games that are stacked against her. She hated it even if her body and her mind loved to be ravaged. She hated being the toy in their little games.

Kanoe sagged in her bonds once more. She was too weary to deal with it anymore. Whatever happens next, she knew she would not be able to stop it. Already she could hear the screams of other students throughout the garden. She had no idea what this angel was planning.

Seraph saw the truth in Kanoe's soul, but her statement only raised another question. The flower slowed down even more, and Seraph's stance, his expression, and his voice, subtly changed. It was still Seraph's voice, but something about it wasn't quite the same. Fair enough. But wouldn't such a statement include Natsuki? That abomination is just as much a monster as I am. So why does someone as determined as you, as focused, play it's games?

Seraph was actually uncertain, he felt like he recognised himself, but not as himself. He shook his head as the feeling subsided, and as his expression, stance and voice returned to normal. He was still curious as to the answers, and since Kanoe had been honest with him before he caused the vines inside her to stop. The root's also withdrew, although the moss remained covering her. He would let Kanoe think for herself for a little bit, after all it wouldn't take much for Seraph to send her into overwhelming pleasure again and turn her into a willing fuck toy.

It was only when Kanoe started to answer did Seraph realise something. For the duration that he had felt like he recognised himself as not himself he had lost his 'connection' with his garden, and with the Darklight Grimore. Something that should have been magically impossible.