Extra's Rebirth: I Will Create A Good Ending For The Heroines - Chapter 520 520: Asasiel Island [II]

“Papa… here, have this.” Lillia offered him a lunch box with both hands. “Mama and I made lunch for you…”

They were at the port and everyone was gathered there to see him off, both his women and his family.

The sun was shining down on the docks and the smell of salt water filled the air. Seagulls cried overhead and the sound of waves lapping against wooden posts created rhythmic background noise.

Merchants were shouting about their wares in the distance and dock workers hauled crates onto various ships.

Azel took the lunch box and gave Lillia a pat on the head affectionately.

“Thank you, sweetheart. I’ll enjoy every bite.” He said with a warm smile as he ruffled her hair gently.

Lillia beamed up at him with pure joy. She’d spent all morning helping Edna prepare it.

Then he turned to Medusa who was holding both Raphael and Lysandra in her hands and kissed her hair.

He wished he could spend more time with them however duty called. He would rather work now to eliminate the Demon King’s forces than have them get attacked later when he wasn’t prepared to protect them.

He kissed both of them on the head and they smiled at him brightly.

“Papa… I hope you won’t come back hurt.” Lysandra said with a smile that was so innocent it made his heart ache.

Azel gave a laugh.

“The King of Hell couldn’t kill me, what makes you think some measly Demon King can?” Azel said confidently and she giggled at his bravado.

Raphael nodded seriously. “Papa is the strongest.”

Gwendolyn’s eyes twitched from behind him where only he could see her floating form.

“If I remember properly, you lost that battle you know.”

‘Let me look cool in front of my kids…’

He thought as he walked over to Isolde next and kissed her on the forehead gently. The girl looked up at him with those innocent eyes that reminded him why he fought. She didn’t say anything but squeezed his hand tightly.

Then he looked at Edna in the eyes and gave her a peck on the lips.

“You owe me a lot you know… I expect you to come back.” She said and Azel nodded seriously.

“Yes Ma’am.”

Edna’s expression softened slightly but she maintained that stern exterior she always wore when she was worried about him. Her arms crossed over her chest.

Stella stepped forward next and placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Be careful out there.” She said simply with no grand speeches and just genuine concern.

“I will.”

Anastasia gave him a small wave, still looking a bit embarrassed from their night together before he left.

Mynes smiled at him warmly while Mira gave him a thumbs up.

Irielle bowed respectfully. “Master, please return safely.”

Next he turned to Veyra who stood on the side with puffed cheeks like an angry chipmunk.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” He asked and she looked to the side stubbornly.

“Why can’t I go… with you?” She bit her lips while averting her gaze from his face.

Azel had tried talking to the Emperor about bringing Veyra with him on this mission, however the Emperor had refused the offer completely.

Claiming that this mission was simply for the Hero and Saintess to partake in alone without any additional support with no exceptions.

He felt very suspicious about this whole thing to be honest… something didn’t sit right in his gut.

“When I come back… we can have all the fun you want.” He said as he tilted Veyra’s chin up with his own hand, making sure she could see his eyes directly. “And I’ll do you so hard that you’ll beg me to stop…”

Veyra’s cheeks reddened and she looked anywhere but his face now.

“Don’t say these things outside when everyone’s watching.” She muttered as she leaned forward and took his lips anyway.

After the kiss, she stepped back with a satisfied smile on her face.

“I’ll wait for you.”

“Good.” He let go and the boat started honking loudly, signaling it was time to depart from port.

Azel waved at his father, mother, Ellie and the rest of the girls as he rushed to the boat with his bag.

“Later guys!”

“Take care son!” Azariah yelled out with a wave of his own, his voice booming across the entire port.

“Yes big brother! We might not be here when you get back!” Ellie waved enthusiastically with both hands. “We’re going back to the Winter Region!”

Diana didn’t say anything but the smile on her face was enough to convey everything she felt.

Azel reached the deck of the ship and it immediately disembarked from the port. To the people watching from the dock, it looked as if he was growing into a speck the further away he moved, until he disappeared from their line of sight entirely.

…

Azel settled down and looked around the deck carefully, taking in his surroundings.

Rain was standing next to the railing that would prevent her from falling to the sea. Her blonde hair was blowing in the wind and she seemed lost in thought.

He was about to turn the other way and explore the ship however she walked toward him with her eyes to the ground. Fia was perched on her head and gave him an intrigued look.

‘She brought the Phoenix, huh?’ Azel thought.

“H-hey…” She said and Azel didn’t reply immediately so she bit her lip nervously. “I’m sorry…”

Azel raised an eyebrow at her apology.

“For?”

“For… reacting like that when the Saintess died. I should have been more mature about it.” Rain replied.

She found it somewhat disgraceful to confess to someone younger than her since she was a regressor with all that experience, however she was the one in the wrong here.

“I don’t have any problem with you.” He said while looking around the deck again.

It was only the guy driving the ship that came with them. For a ship so big and important, there were no soldiers, no crew members, no nothing.

He just wanted to rest in his room and think.

“People have different ways of grieving… if anything, I’m sorry for trying to force you to hunt down a demon while a loved one of yours died right in front of you.”

Rain looked surprised at his words.

“You don’t need to apologize.” She said softly. “You were right. There was a demon in the Capital and people needed protection.”

“Maybe.” Azel said. “But I could have been more understanding about it.”

There was a moment of silence between them as the ship cut through the waves.

“Nyala told me… about what happened in the Underworld.” Rain said carefully. “I shouldn’t have said you didn’t understand loss.”

Azel’s expression hardened slightly but he nodded.

“Water under the bridge.”

And with that, he walked off and opened the cabin door that would lead to the lower floors of the ship.

Rain looked at where he had been standing and then up at Fia on her head.

“I don’t think he liked my apology…”

Fia chirped softly as if to say “give him time.”

…

Azel finally found his room door after walking through the narrow corridor below deck.

There were several rooms down here. A supply room which had a gas cooker connected to gas somewhere in the ship.

A bath too with running water through some magical system… Some other rooms for storage that were locked.

There was even a training room with custom weapons however they were too low quality for him to bother with.

‘Using Aurum’s Hand on them would be quite a waste.’ He thought as he opened his room’s door and entered.

It wasn’t a luxury room but it was at least better than the average room with good furniture. A bed, a desk, a chair, and a small window that looked out to the sea. He sat down on the bed and it creaked slightly under his weight.

“Asasiel Island… I need to finish this up quickly and get back home. But why do I feel very uneasy about this?” He muttered under his breath.

He already knew the short arc from the game. There was an army amounting to two hundred demons of Rank 4 and higher on the island and they were being led by one of the Four Demon Kings.

It wasn’t as hard as the other Demon King battles or even the Demon Lord battles in the game but he had a weird feeling about this entire situation.

Something was off.

In the original game timeline, alongside Reinhardt and some others as well as Rain… they sent a full battalion of soldiers as backup. Fifty trained knights and twenty mages for support.

Now? It was just him and Rain… all alone.

“I could be overthinking.” Azel said while turning to face Gwendolyn who was floating in front of him. “What do you think about this whole thing, Gwen?”

In the game, they had clearly sent soldiers onto the island so why were they being sent alone? With no help?

Spreading the soldiers all over the Empire was a good excuse but still, something felt wrong about it.

The Prime Minister’s face flashed in his mind.

“I don’t know.” Gwendolyn said as she licked her lips and phased forward through the air. “But what I do think is that you need to let go of some stress.”

“Stress?” Azel ran a hand through his hair.

She was right. He felt stressed because he was separated from the girls so soon after they’d all gathered. He’d barely had time with his family.

“You’re right… I’m stressed, that’s probably why I feel tired. What should I do?”

‘Well, you’re tired because I made you so.’ She thought. It just took a bit of tampering with his soul to make him a bit tired. It wouldn’t harm him permanently but it would help her plan work perfectly.

“Please Az…” She puckered her lips as her large breasts pressed against his chest. “Let me handle this.”

Looking at the lewd expression she was giving him, Azel gave a small nod.

She connected their lips, kissing him with fervor.

They slowly began kissing and slurping sounds filled the air as her tongue wrapped around his and a hand went to her waist, pulling her closer to him despite the cold sensation that came with touching her ghostly body.

His other hand moved to her breast and she moaned into his mouth.

After Azel pushed her close, he gave her ghostly behind a firm squeeze. She moaned directly into his mouth, her tongue losing its rhythm as he forced his own deeper, wrapping it around hers in a dominant swirl.

It felt strangely exhilarating to cuckold his ancestor like this.

Gwendolyn’s hands found their way to Azel’s chest, unbuttoning his shirt even as their lips remained locked.

He was dressed in all-white attire, shimmering with magical protection enchantments and draped in a regal red cape.

He looked divine, but she craved the heat beneath the fabric.

As the final button gave way, Azel drew back, a silver thread of saliva connecting them for a fleeting second.

“Your mouth tastes incredible…” Azel murmured. There was a unique sweetness to her that made him wonder if it was a natural ghostly trait or if she had prepared herself for him.

“Th-thank you,” Gwendolyn whispered, licking her lips. ‘Of course it tastes good,’ she thought with a secret smirk. ‘I rubbed my own essence all inside.’

In a way, he was tasting her twice over. She peeled the shirt back, revealing a sculpted, muscular torso.

Ghostly hearts practically formed in her eyes as she ran her ethereal palms over his abs.

“You like what you see?” Azel asked. Gwendolyn nodded with the excitement of a child.

“I’m going to pleasure you, Az,” she promised.

She leaned forward, dragging her tongue across one of his abdominal muscles.

The sensation was unusual… her ghostly saliva felt icy against his skin which was a contrast to the heat building between them.

She lathered his torso in that cold moisture, making him shiver yet the friction was undeniably pleasurable.

Her heavy breasts pressed against his side as she looked up at his chest. “You like having your nipples teased, don’t you?”

He couldn’t deny it.

He loved the sensation, especially the primal urge it stirred within him.

‘That reminds me… I should probably suck on Meda’s breasts when I get home. She has milk and I want to taste it…’

Gwendolyn, sensing his mind wandering to another woman, immediately took his left nipple into her mouth to reclaim his attention.

Azel gasped.

She worked it with her tongue while pinching the other, creating a dual sensation that sent sparks through his nerves.

She rounded her tongue around the left before migrating to the right, sitting firmly on his lap. He could feel his member straining against his trousers, twitching with a desperate need for release.

“You like that, huh?” she teased, kissing his chest one last time before sliding to the floor.

She positioned him so he was facing the door and a lewd mischievous smile made it’s way to her lips as she made quick work of his belt and dragged his trousers down.

He was left in his boxers, but the fabric was losing the battle. The material groaned under the pressure of his arousal until, with a sudden rip, the edges gave way.

His dick bounced out, standing tall and proud like a flagpole.

She had seen him soft before, but now he was significantly harder and thicker. She wondered how his other wives managed to take all of him.

She tossed the ruined fabric aside, and as he sat back, his member bobbed forward, hitting her squarely on the cheek.

The impact sent a jolt through her.

‘Even if Merek and Yarog combined their strength, they wouldn’t match this,’ she thought.

Despite being a ghost, she felt herself becoming damp with anticipation. ‘It’s a shame we can’t go all the way yet.’

With the Demon Lord looming, she knew Azel wouldn’t commit to full intercourse, so she settled for providing the best oral service of his life.

“Are you going to keep staring, or are you going to taste it?” Azel challenged.

Gwendolyn’s smile widened as she unhinged her jaw, her mouth expanding unnaturally wide. Azel blinked in surprise.

“As a ghost, I don’t need to move my mouth to speak, and I can do incredible things with my body,” her voice echoed in his mind even as she lowered her head.

She started with his balls, swallowing one whole and swirling her tongue around it until it was slick with her cold saliva.

Azel twitched, his member tingling from the icy sensation. She released it with a satisfying pop and moved to the other, ensuring both were thoroughly serviced.

“The appetizer is done; time for the main course.” she groaned. She lined herself up with his twitching cock-head, licking away the bead of pre-cum before taking him inside.

He slid down her throat, hitting the back with a blunt force that would have made a human woman retch.

The gag reflex was non-existent for her, though she pulled back slightly to find a better rhythm. As she bobbed her head, she took his full length, her tongue snaking out at the base to lick his balls simultaneously.

Azel gritted his teeth, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the chair. If he wasn’t careful, he would finish immediately, and Gwendolyn would never let him hear the end of it.

She continued her relentless pace, her tongue eventually extending and wrapping around his entire member like a serpent, squeezing and twisting as she plunged downward.

“Do you like it?” she asked, her voice clear even as her mouth remained occupied. She gargled around him, keeping the suction tight.

Azel finally snapped, reaching down to grab her hair and thrusting his hips forward roughly. He buried himself deep in her throat, pulling her back only to slam home again.

Tears pricked the corners of her eyes. She adored the roughness; it made her feel claimed.

“Az~ I love you~”

Just as he reached the point of no return, a sharp knock echoed through the room. The rough handling stopped instantly as Azel froze, looking toward the door.

“Who is it?” he called out, his voice strained.

“It’s me, Rain,” the Saintess spoke from the hallway. “I wanted to apologize again… I truly acted disgracefully—”

“No need, Rai—!” Azel started, but he was cut off as Gwendolyn tightened her tongue into a vice-like grip and began gobbling him even faster.

He tried to push her away, but she was determined to see him finish.

“Forget about it!”

“Why are you yelling? Is something wrong?” Rain asked, her voice filled with concern as she lingered by the door.

If she walked in now, she wouldn’t see the invisible Gwendolyn, but she would see Azel completely exposed and mid-act.

He gritted his teeth, fighting the urge to explode.

“If you want me to stop, you have to repeat three words after me… out loud.” Gwendolyn’s voice rang in his head.

“Let…”

“Let,” Azel repeated through clenched teeth as she plunged to his base.

“It…”

“It,” he gasped as she slowed her pace, teasing him with agonizing gentleness.

“Rain.”

As he prepared to say the name, she slammed her face forward, taking him as deep as possible.

“Rain!” Azel roared as he finally hit his limit.

His essence shot out in thick, powerful ropes. It flooded her throat and filled her cheeks until they bulged, some even escaping through her nose.

Just as he finished, the door swung open… Rain had heard her name and stepped inside.

Gwendolyn let go of his member at that exact moment.

With the ghost no longer containing the flow, the remaining ropes of cum shot across the room, painting the Saintess directly across her face and her holy robes.

Rain turned a violent shade of red, her eyes wide with shock, before she spun around and slammed the door shut behind her.

…

About five days later, Azel and Rain stood on the deck and they were approaching Asasiel island in the distance.

The island loomed ahead of them looking dark and foreboding. Even from this distance, Azel could feel the demonic energy radiating from it.

Rain couldn’t look at him in the face especially since what she had seen in the room five days ago.

Her face was red as she looked down at the ground, trying to focus on anything else.

It had been quite a while since she had seen a dick and seeing his own close up had stirred some thoughts in her that she desperately tried to suppress.

‘He’s even bigger than Reinhardt and he got one off thinking about me.’

She thought and tried not to think about it anymore… It was embarrassing.

Azel on the other hand glanced at Gwendolyn who floated in the air beside him. She looked very pleased with herself.

After the first time, he had let her do it at least once every day. Her mouth was just that good and she was proud of it.

However they were finally nearing the Target Island.

“Are you okay?” Azel asked while looking at Rain and she reddened even more.

“Y-yes…” She replied and took several steps away from him like he had some contagious disease.

‘Great now Rain thinks I’m a pervert.’

He glanced at Gwen and the ghost laughed at his misfortune.

“Well, you’re the one who called out her name and finished on her body.” Gwendolyn teased and Azel sighed.

He turned to the guy driving the ship at the helm.

“What are the plans once we arrive…?” Azel asked.

However the man didn’t answer him which was strange given the fact that they had been talking over the past few days.

The driver had been friendly enough, sharing stories about his family in the Capital and his daughter who wanted to be a mage.

Now the man’s eyes were completely different… instead he looked at Azel straight in the eyes and smiled.

It wasn’t a friendly smile but rather, it was the smile of a fanatic.

“All hail the Demon Lord… Malazhara!”

The moment he finished that sentence, the gas that was underneath the ship went boom. The explosion was immediate and devastating.

Several explosions erupted from below deck in rapid succession. Fire and smoke billowed up through the wooden planks, consuming everything in their path.

One explosion consumed the man entirely, turning him to ash before he could even scream.

The ship lurched violently to the side, throwing both Azel and Rain off balance. The deck splintered beneath their feet.

And if that wasn’t enough, beams of pure demonic energy were shooting in their direction from the island ahead.

Multiple beams, at least ten of them, all aimed directly at the ship with perfect precision. They cut through the air like lances.

“R… Rain!”

Azel grabbed her and tried to use his wings to fly up and away from the destruction but the beams were too fast and too many.

Rain’s eyes widened as she saw them coming.

The beams collided with the ship completely, destroying it in an instant. The wood splintered and burned.

Everything turned to ash and debris that scattered across the water in a massive radius.

The explosion was massive, a pillar of fire and demonic energy that rose into the sky like a beacon.

The shockwave rippled across the water.

On the shore of Asasiel Island, there was a small group of demonic humans watching the destruction.

They stood in formation, their corrupted mana visible even from this distance, and saluted toward the fireball.

“All hail the Demon Lord… Malazhara!”