Story: Cocknosis DxD

 

One day, there were two sisters. Both of them were brilliant, geniuses among their peers. The older was so strong, the youngest couldn't help but look up to them, while the younger was so adorable and smart that the older couldn't help but lavish an unhealthy amount of love onto them.

The older sister became one of the strongest Devils in their society. She didn't behave like it, to the point that the younger sister got a little embarrassed by her antics. That is to say, a lot embarrassed by her antics. However, this cast a shadow over the younger brilliant sister. She was never jealous. Never envious. She was now the heir to the Sitri family, as her big sister could no longer take the role, for she had a grander one to play. However, what should she do? What should she aim for?

The answer: Strike out in a different direction. Her speciality was not power, but strategy. So she would teach it. Yes, she would teach tactical thinking to a society that often relied on overwhelming power to prove itself. She would establish a school for the Rating Games system, and to best determine the approach to take she would observe a human school, learn from its structure, and apply what she learned.

Now, those dreams had been cast aside. Those aspirations? Worthless. She had discovered a purer pleasure than chess. A higher sensation than strategy. A greater power than even her mighty sister could oppose. It was ridiculous. It was obscene! It was irresistible! Sona Sitri had succumbed to the power of titnosis!

How could she not? This experience was flooding her brain with feelings she'd never dreamed of having before. Sexual desire overwhelming a person's senses had always seemed ridiculous to her. Sensuality was a luxury that she could do without, a weapon to be used against others at most. Lust was a weakness to be exploited, pleasure was found in the higher pursuits, not in base physical indulgences. But now? After experiencing the glory of tits, she knew that she could never go back. The touch, the sensation, the bounce, the heft, the jiggle, the way her nipples begged to be touched and rewarded her for doing so. The way they tasted, the way they rolled around in her hands.

And then there was the sex. She'd always said that she would never marry someone who was not smarter than her. Well, after Raynare taught Saji a thing or two about how to fuck a woman, he could make her less smart than him in about five minutes of work. Albeit temporarily. After she'd learned thqat little factoid - fuck it, they were going to fuck every single day from now on. Not a chance she was giving that up!

However... This new nirvana, this new life goal, it all had a problem. Those who didn't get it - who didn't understand - they were going to get in her way. They would try to 'cure her'. Sona didn't want to be 'cured'. She wanted to be like this forever. Which meant she'd have to do the thing that she had always wanted to do:

Indulge in a little education. Her first students: Akeno and Koneko.

All three of the Devils had their wings out right away, as did the Fallen Angel, turning this into aerial combat right from the word 'go'. Kallawarner was hot as hell, but she was quite obviously out of her league here - hence the two making an obvious play to take her down first through Akeno's raw magical power and Koneko's brute force. Frankly, the two of them were far stronger than either of them when it came to that kind of hitting power. If it came down to an arm wrestling contest, then it would be obvious who would win. Fortunately, this was less about raw power and more about strategy. Think of it less like a game of Chess where the pieces are evenly set out, and more like a game of Go where the less advanced player starts with more pieces in play.

"What's the matter Akeno?" Sona asked from behind a defensive barrier. "Don't tell me that you're feeling inadequate all of a sudden."

"And people call me a pervert," Akeno darkly chuckled, lifting her hand in preparation for her spell while Koneko held back ready to pounce at a moment's notice. That did seem to be their plan, have Akeno hit like a truck from a distance, then follow up by having Koneko devastate them like a meteor up close and personal. "Well, that plays to our advantage too."

Suddenly, she was holding... her phone. Displaying a video right in front of Sona's focused gaze. It was a video. Of Issei. Using his giant oversized cock to rail Rias Gremory like a two bit whore, making her moan and squeal and beg for more, more, more while a bunch of other girls - mostly Rias' peerage but also the visiting Holy Swords - watched from the sidelines masturbating. Not that she could pay much attention to them. That cock was big. Ridiculously big. So big it made Sona really, really want to wrap her big slutty ttis around it and squeeze as tightly as possible until whatever was left of her brains went pop.

"Look at his cock," Akeno said. "That's right, look at his superior cock. You could have this in your pussy if you stop fighting and work with us."

Nnngh! Now she was - she was imagining what it would be like if Saji had a cock like that! Drilling her with the techniques that Raynare had taught him. She might never have a coherent or intelligent thought again! Such a thing might well have been her worst fear once upon a time but now - now she yearned for it. She needed a closer look. Needed to drop the barrier. Needed to  -

"Listen very carefully, my horny little Sitri bitch," a voice whispered in her ear. Kalawarner. Pushing her tits right into Sona's back while her hands were reaching around to play with Sona's tits. "I know you want that cock, I know you need that cock, but... Wouldn't it be better if every girl had tits that could blank the brain of any big dicked stud? Don't fall for her lies. Make the two of them understand the glory of tits, and then you can indulge all you want in getting stuffed by that big nasty cock."

Right, right! Of course, of course! How could she even think of wavering from the path! Kalawarner tossed a few light arrows at the two enemy Devils, forcing them to deal with those. Alright! Now stick to the plan. Stick to the plan!

A blast of power surged against Sona's shield, sending her reeling back. She grit her teeth - and then a powerful kitty fist slammed hard into it, breaking through the barrier and leaving her exposed to a followup attack. Koneko stared her in the eyes with fearsome determination - then zipped backwards when milk sloshed up at her from the ground below.

"You dodged it?" Sona asked. It had required some creative use, but her ability to control water combined with her new titnosis powers allowed her to manipulate milk somewhat. "I thought that cats liked milk?"

"A common myth, cats lack the proper enzymes to break down cow's milk so it can have adverse side effects, and it is especially a bad idea to give it to kittens" Koneko said, with hints of a tone of someone who is weary of explaining this to people. "Though enchanted Devil's milk may be another matter entirely, I do not intend to be a lab cat."

Sona adjusted her glasses, then squeezed her tits in between her elbows, causing at first a trickle and then a torrent of creamy, milky goodness to flow from her nipples. Fuuuuck, that felt good. However, she maintained her composure, and took control of it - and also the milk that Kallawarner was giving off. There was a limit to how much she could control at a time, but Sona had no intention of giving them the chance to think of a countermeasure. She lifted her finger, and constructed perfect milky recreations of her tits floating through the air, flying around to attack the pair, forcing them to keep an eye on them - lest they get drenched in hypnomilky goodness!

"The water dragons were cooler!" Akeno lied. It had to be a lie. Nothing in the universe could be cooler than this. She should know. The instant Akeno had said it, Sona had run through a statistical analysis on metrics typically associated with 'cool', and from that determined the coolness quotient to be -

Not nearly enough to prevent Koneko from tossing a tree through them, sending several milky tits out of her effective range. And even so, the tree would have likely soaked up enough of the milk that she couldn't control it effectively anymore!

However, Sona was still smiling because the tits themselves were doing more than attacking and forcing the pair onto the defensive. They were also being strategically flown around to hide Kallawarner's approach. The tree had missed her, and now she was behind Akeno, ready to smother Rias' small chested (compared to how glorious they could be) face in ultimate perfection!

Or... Akeno could grab Kallawarner's wrist, yank it behind her back, lick her neck in a sadistic seductive manner, and ask "Did you really think we would fall for something like tha~at?"

A trio of milky tits flew in at her from behind, but Akeno whipped around striking them with blasts of magic, disintegrating them before they could hope to get close. All the while keeping Kalawarner at bay. To think that the Fallen Angel believed herself to be at the same level - no, higher than Akeno.

"Ahhhh! Those milky tits might seem nice, but they pale in comparison to Issei's cock!" Akeno said, absently pointing a finger at Sona, while down below Koneko stalked forward like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. Sona prepared her own attack - but then Akeno zipped forward, pushing Sona's tits right into Kallawarner's. "But since you seem to like tits so much, here. Have them all to yourselves."

Guh! Not fair! An attack like this was - Fuck! Akeno could easily restrain them like this with any form of magical barrier, but right now she didn't even need to. Tearing herself away from Kalawarner right now was practically impossible! Perfection smooshing into perfection, wonder and glory tightly packed together. Their nipples rubbing against each other like rapiers in a fencing duel, how were either of them supposed to pull away from each other like this?! They'd need to cum at least four or five times before such a thing was even within consideration!

"Time for a little deprogramming," Koneko said, firmly grabbing Sona's jaw with one hand while the other kept her eyes open. With her head turned around, she released Sona's jaw and pulled out her cell phone, holding it up to show a video. A video... Of Issei giving Koneko a deep, deep dicking. The little kitten was on all fours while the <i>stud</i> of a Pawn was railing her from behind with deep penetrating thrusts. Every so often Sona would catch sight of it. His cock. It was right there. It was... It was truly wonderful!

"Issei Hyoudou is the king of breasts," a voice said. Either Koneko or Akeno. She couldn't quite tell. It was probably being said to both of them. Kallawarner was probably being shown a video as well. Forced to watch while they rubbed their tits into one another, leaving them both vulnerable and helpless to their reprogramming.

In other words, it was the perfect time for the rest of the girls to launch their assault. The moment the enemy thinks they've won is the moment they tend to let their guard down, after all.

Up in the trees around them, a group of naked girls, covered head to toe in mud save for leaves and strips of bark attached to their flesh all began to very quickly knead their tits, rubbing them, squeezing them while biting into a gag to keep themselves from making any noise. Then, as one, they aimed their nipples into the air - and drenched the four of them in milk from above.

The phones slipped from their hands, and Sona smirked as she watched Koneko's face. The kitty gasped, she gulped, she wobbled -and then she began to lap up the milk. Unable to stop herself.

"K-Koneko! No! Don't drink that!" Akeno gasped. She shook her head, obviously trying to ignore the effects it was having on her body. But too late. It was soaking into her pores by now. "Don't let it beat you! Remember Issei's cock!"

"Cock!" Koneko moaned around her mouthful of milk-  but now the fun was really getting started, as a pair of tits fell right on Koneko's kitty legs. Akeno tried to summon a barrier around herself for protection, but that just meant that the girls were smooshing their tits up against the barrier, surrounding her on all sides by tits, tits, tits.

Which left Sona's mind at ease. She and Kalawarner could get around to the all important business of making each other cum and cum and cum. It wasn't as if she could do much else right now. In much the same way that these two powerhouses couldn't do much more than lose.