Chapter 9
Tags: Cuckolding, Chastity, SPH, BDSM, Pegging, Self-Pegging, F/F. Scissoring, Oral, Edging, Denial
When Rias called her, Akeno didn’t think her best friend was actually serious until she landed on the balcony of her hidden, mountain manor. While she wouldn’t call Rias a prude, her King had never shown any inclination in playing before.
So it was with resignation and a hint of annoyance that Akeno played along and flew to Rias’ bedroom.
Those feelings were instantly quashed at the sight of their newest peerage mate, naked and bound to a chair, looking as if he’d been offered to her like a virgin sacrifice. Her wings flared, one feathered one spiked, and her eyebrows rose in surprise.
Suspecting a prank, Akeno gazed deeper into the darkness of the room and found her best friend hunched over a desk, not even paying attention to them or even looking up at her arrival.
Apparently, she had more important things to focus on and had offloaded her fiancé, surrendering him to her tender ministrations.
Finally, Akeno allowed herself to get excited, her nipples instantly pebbling and her nethers gushing in delight. She could taste the lust in the air, and it made her heart flutter.
She’d had a rare cancellation that evening. What had initially looked to be a night of frustration was suddenly looking up.
When was the last time I fed on a Devil…?
Retracting her wings, Akeno let out a pleased shudder at the delicious memories. While her human regulars were precious to her and her cultivation, they just didn’t—couldn’t—compare.
Before she approached, Akeno shot one final look over at Rias. She was hunched over her desk, a series of old, stone tablets laid out before her. A spark of interest lit off in Akeno’s mind at the sight, but however interesting her King found the old artefact she was examining, it just didn’t compare in her mind to the delicious morsel that had been proffered before her.
Switching her gaze back to Issei, she licked her lips at the sight of his glistening, sweat-slick body. The recently-turned Devil had barely even had any time to start cultivating and he was already ripped. Not bulky, but slim and shredded like a featherweight martial artist.
He wasn’t specifically her type, but Akeno understood her best friend’s attraction. Issei Hyoudou was undeniably handsome, not necessarily in a pretty way, but surprisingly manly.
Her sultry gaze shifted to one of wicked amusement when she spied what lay between her target’s legs. Or rather, what didn’t. Her breathing grew heavy and her core warmed at the sight of the tiny chastity cage.
Chastity nub sounds more appropriate. I’ve seen bigger thimbles…
Issei must have been a very bad boy to warrant such humiliating punishment. She hoped ever-so-much that he didn’t break. It had been so long since she’d had a new toy to play with, and she could just sense that Issei would be a particularly enjoyable playmate.
As if sensing her predatory thoughts, Issei’s head slowly rose and his bloodshot eyes regarded her cooly. Akeno’s eyes widened at the state he was in. He looked exhausted, as if he’d already gone a whole evening enduring her tender embrace, but more worryingly, there was dried blood crusted at his ears, nose and eyes.
Though initially alarming, it didn’t look too serious. Akeno shot another look at her best friend, her eyebrows almost disappearing into her hairline.
I underestimated her…
Turning back to Issei, her eyes drifted down to his caged nub again and she let out an almost silent giggle. The sound caused Issei to shudder and Akeno had to cover her mouth before she cackled with delight.
Though tales of his prowess looked to be highly exaggerated—she doubted she’d even feel the pathetic excuse for a cock, even if she let him try—Akeno still found herself growing excited at the thought of what was to come.
Thoughts of his recent performance at his first peerage meeting flitted through her mind and Akeno found herself feeling charitable. He had proven himself useful, and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t find it hot when he so easily found the seemingly untraceable Fallen contingent through his hacking.
Maybe, if Rias is amenable, I’ll let him touch me. If only so I can laugh in his face when he proves inadequate.
The brief fantasy sent a powerful surge of arousal through her core.
‘Can you stop eye-fucking me and can we get this over with?’ Issei rudely interrupted her thoughts with a dry, unimpressed tone. ‘I’m sure you think you’re amazing, but I’d rather be spending my time with my fiancée, if it’s all the same to you.’
Her eyes crinkled and she masked the spike of irritation by plastering on the fakest smile she could manage.
I’m going to break you.
Wondering how much Rias was truly absorbed by her task, Akeno looked over again and was unsurprised to see a wicked smirk on the redhead’s lips, even if she hadn’t looked up from her stone tablets.
‘Don’t worry about Rias,’ Issei continued, seemingly unaware or unconcerned with the hole he was digging for himself. ‘She’s in lala land. Unlike her supposed best friend, I get the best presents.’
It took years of experience with masking her emotions to not let show how much that comment had surprisingly annoyed her.
It was infuriating buying presents for someone with more money than some small countries. Especially Rias, who tended to buy what she wanted anyway, the second she wanted it.
She turned her kind smile on Issei and tilted her head in amusement. ‘Try not to break, Issei. You owe me, and while I’m sure you’re used to it all being over in a few seconds, I intend to extract maximum value.’
Issei rolled his eyes and looked unimpressed.
‘You talk too much, Gigaslut.’
If he thought he could offend her by targeting her promiscuity, Issei was in for a rude awakening. Smiling wide, Akeno connected with the invisible rune on her breast with but a thought. The Dimensional Storage Rias had created for her was a marvel of runic magic, one that not only allowed Akeno to have constant access to her tools—no matter whose bedroom she found herself in—but also allowed her to swap outfits at will.
No matter how impractical they were.
With an application of will, Issei’s eyes widened in surprise as her body started to shine like a star, bathing the room in an ethereal, violet light. Banishing her comfortable priestess robes, she called for an outfit more…appropriate for the battle to come.
Where her voluptuous body was previously, modestly garbed in a shrine maiden’s robes, it was now covered in black and gold armour that looked more like an erotic fantasy than anything meant for protection. Jagged plating hugged her arms and legs, elegant but aggressive, while pretty much the rest of her body was left exposed, veiled only by thin straps that framed her large breasts and hips with devastating precision. It barely qualified as a swimsuit, let alone armour. Her nipples and womanhood were covered by only the tiniest scraps of runic plate that somehow made her feel more blissfully exposed than she felt without them there.
Issei gaped in shock, and Akeno felt a delighted thrill shoot through her erotically exposed form as she saw his Adam’s apple bob, and his dark eyes greedily rove over her luscious body.
‘Did…did you just Sailor Moon transform into your Giga Slut form?!’
An amused titter from the dark corner of the room proved that Rias only played at not paying attention, even if she pretended to be absorbed with those tablets of hers—Tablets that felt like they radiated Aether, now that Akeno looked at them through narrowed slits.
She turned her gaze back to Issei, her faux, pleasant smile firmly in place.
Issei liked to talk a big game, but his eyes were glued to her magnificent tits like a horny teenager. If his cock weren’t caged, she was sure he’d be sporting an impressive three-inch erection.
With another burst of will, a thin, leather riding crop materialised in her hands. Her heart began to race in earnest at Issei’s alarmed yelp, and she nuzzled it fondly as her bound prey looked on with alarm.
‘You talk too much.’
Before he could offer more colour commentary, her hand shot out like the lightning she was infamous for and a loud crack shattered the peaceful silence of the master bedroom.
Though an adorable red welt was already forming on his bulging pec—one Akeno was incredibly proud of—both Akeno and Issei were surprised by his complete lack of reaction. He barely even twitched. The Draconic Codex’s latest wielder looked down at his own chest in bemusement before lifting his head back up with an infuriatingly smug smirk on his lips.
‘Is that all?’
Akeno was surprised by the hot spike of anger that shot through her at the sight of his mocking grin, and before she could think better of it, before she could control her emotions, she struck again. And again. And again. Issei barely twitched at each strike, his infuriatingly smug grin growing more stupid and more annoying the longer she failed to get a reaction out of him.
‘I thought you were supposed to be good at this? Here, unlock me and give me the whip, I’m already getting bored here’
Akeno’s face flushed with fury but she stopped her continuous strikes before she made a bigger fool out of herself.
Maybe the chastity cage hinted more about their sex life than she had originally expected. Issei reacted to the stinging strikes like someone completely used to pain, as if it didn’t affect him. She discounted cultivation, because though he wasn’t showing the intended reaction to her strikes, his chest and neck were still covered in painful-looking welts.
Narrowing her eyes in suspicion, Akeno shot Rias another annoyed look before turning back to Issei with a determined look in her eyes.
It was time she stopped holding back.
Besides, if she went too far, Rias was right there and able to heal whatever damage she caused.
Besides, they asked for this.
The next time the whip cracked against skin, Akeno made sure to send through a healthy dose of Lightning Essence along with the strike. When the whip cracked, electricity danced over Issei’s skin and his body momentarily seized, his back arching away from the chair as the high currents surged through him.
Though his eyes crinkled in pain, that infuriating smirk never faltered.
‘Oooh, that stung.’
Flushing in frustration and embarrassment, Akeno continued to bombard him with Lighting Essence-enhanced whip strikes. His chiselled, sweat-slick body was her canvas, his flesh covered in countless angry red and scorched welts that seemed to be healing before her very eyes.
While he never failed to seize or thrash with each strike, his maddening laughter as he absorbed the damage like it was nothing was a blow to her ego she couldn’t stomach.
With a cry of frustration, she stashed her whip before she made an even bigger fool of herself and slowly approached, a gentle sway to her hips that masked the fury bubbling within. Issei was panting, his dark eyes wild with glee, but he wasn’t panting as harshly as Akeno was with her recent exertions and anger.
Unforgivable.
‘Already giving up? I thought you were supposed to be a pro at this?’ He barked out a laugh as she circled him like a shark. ‘Pretty embarrassing,’ he continued, his gaze following her wherever she went, ‘given the show you made with that dominatrix outfit and all…’
He no longer looked exhausted, no longer looked worn and bloodshot like he had when she first arrived.
Does he have some kind of unique constitution given to him by the Codex…?
She didn’t know the answer, and she doubted either Rias or Issei would divulge its secrets. Not without extracting favours from her, anyway.
Starting to wonder if she’d been set up, Akeno hid her rage behind a genial smile, her violet eyes narrowing dangerously.
‘Please don’t break, Issei-kun…’
‘Oh this thing agai—? Aaaaaaargh!’
There it was, that delicious scream she’d been so desperate for.
In truth, despite her eagerness, she’d still been holding back. In her defence, she’d never deigned to use the power she inherited from her father on her subs before.
They would die if she did. Horribly.
Akeno started to pant with excitement, her cheeks flushed and her heart threatening to beat its way out of her chest. She could feel her core gushing as Issei writhed for her, golden arcs of lightning dancing over his skin as her Holy Lightning ravaged him.
Akeno finally understood her best friend. Issei was special. He barely flinched at pain. Lightning only made him twitch. No one else could endure the punishment that Akeno was currently putting him through—especially not this despicable power she’d inherited from her useless father.
That was even more true for a Devil.
She pulled back her birthright enough for Issei to catch his breath, long enough to gently cup his chin in her hand and turned his face so that their eyes were locked.
‘Yesss, that’s it Issei, scream for me.’
And then she flooded his body once more with Holy Lightning. The golden arcs of electricity, a mixture of lightning essence and divine power unique to her bloodline, was anathema to their kind. If merely speaking His name invoked soul-searing, mind-bursting pain, the thought of what Issei was going through when said power was running through his body unchecked…
Though try as she might, she couldn’t deny the surge of affection in her heart at the sight of Issei screaming for her.
He’s…perfect.
His soulful wails were sending her to Nirvana. Akeno couldn’t remember the last time she was so turned on. Her womanhood was leaking even more than when she spent an evening with one of her studs.
Naturally, the non-stop screaming had caused Rias to look up from the tablets she was examining and, while her King didn’t intervene, she was watching on with a look of narrowed-eyed concern.
Then…something changed.
She shuddered and let out a sultry moan as Issei continued to scream his voice hoarse.
I think… no, that’s ridiculous.
In her defence, she hadn’t spent all that much time admiring Issei’s body other than to idly note he was more shredded than his typically baggy clothes would let one believe. But, somehow, even in the short time he’d been exposed to her, he seemed more…ripped? Bulkier?
Is he…cultivating? How?!
It was the only thing that made sense, but that wasn’t possible. Even if he was an uber masochist and was being turned on by this, Akeno would feel his lust.
She felt none of it. Though in pain, he was clearly enjoying this to an extent, but not enough that he should be able to use the unique cultivation method afforded to Devils. He wasn’t feeding off the emotion, the passion in the room, but watching as his injuries healed before her eyes, Akeno was sure he was cultivating.
Off her magic.
Unacceptable.
Issei’s screams finally silenced as he snapped his mouth shut. The muscles in his neck bulging, he lowered his gaze to hers, his teeth dyed red with blood, his lips curled in a manic, twitching grin and his crazed eyes staring directly into her soul.
His body was still convulsing, his muscles tense and twitching as waves of divine electricity flowed through him, but he no longer blessed Akeno with his screams, his eyes shining with an inner fire that made Akeno’s heart skip a beat.
He was challenging her. Even when enduring so much pain, he endured. Mocking her. Daring her to do more. The look in his eyes spoke volumes, they said words his mouth was physically incapable of forming.
Do your worst.
It was the sexiest thing Akeno had ever seen.
Out of the corner of her eyes, Akeno knew Rias was smirking at her, revelling in how flustered her best friend had become.
She didn’t care.
Panting with need, her cheeks flush with desire, she did as the sexy, sweaty, twitching man before her demanded. Akeno called on more of her Holy Lightning and watched with fascination as Issei swallowed his groan of pain. He took the punishment with an almost wild, manic glee.
It was absurd…but Akeno swore she could see his muscles swelling as she poured more and more magic into his body. She was staring at Issei’s body like a blushing virgin. She knew she must have looked ridiculous, an embarrassment, but she didn’t care.
He wasn’t this buff when I arrived this evening. He’s definitely cultivating. I’m sure of it. How?!
She knew how, or at least she suspected. But how was he doing it? How was he cultivating using her magic? She’d never heard of such a thing before.
‘MORE!’
Akeno’s flinch at Issei’s surprising, demonic howl meant that, when Issei’s head shot forward, she couldn’t react in time as he bit down on the strip of the tiny bikini armour she had covering her nipples. With a violent tug and a roar of victory, the strap snapped and the tiny scraps of runic metal preserving what little modesty she had remaining fell to the floor with a loud clatter. Her heavy breasts capped with dark, pink nipples sagged without their support, and Issei’s gaze devoured the sight of them with a feverish intensity.
It took a moment for Akeno to get over her shock, to get back in the groove, but when she did, she didn’t cover up like a blushing virgin. Groping one of her heavy breasts, she favoured Issei with a sultry smile as her free hand continued to administer a healthy dosage of increasingly ineffective Holy Lightning.
‘Rias is right,’ she purred, leaning in close so her breasts could dangle free in his line of sight. ‘You do need to be punished, you naughty boy.’
Knowing or suspecting he could handle it—eventually—Issei’s eyes widened, tracking the hand dancing with golden lightning as it travelled lower and lower. He paled and the sultry smile on Akeno’s beautiful features widened as she reached for his apparently overstuffed testes.
‘AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!’
Akeno nearly came on the spot, her body shaking with pent up lust and desire—not all of it her own—as Issei howled for her deliciously.
The foreplay was more reminiscent of a torture scene in a horror movie than any kind of sexual act, but to Akeno, there was nothing more erotic, more beautiful.
It was perfect.
Never before had a sub screamed for her so deliciously, directly from their soul. In that moment, Akeno knew that the sounds of his wails would fuel her fantasies for the rest of her life.
Unfortunately for the kinky sadist, she had once again underestimated Issei’s bizarre constitution.
After several minutes of this blissful torture, Akeno almost flinched back when Issei’s lids snapped open and she was met with twin orbs of blazing, violet light eerily similar in colour to her own.
Actually not quite. It was with a start that Akeno realised what the colour of his eyes reminded her of.
Raw Aether.
‘IS THAT ALL YOU’VE GOT?!’
Fearing that she’d actually broken him, Akeno cautiously looked over to Rias to see her best friend watching on with fascination. Knowing her King would stop her if she thought her beloved was in true danger, Akeno did as asked.
She opened the floodgates.
Never before had she been so unrestrained when using this despicable power. She released all the safeguards both intentional and subconscious and let him have it.
And Issei welcomed it, laughing maniacally as Holy Lightning surged through him so powerfully that his skin was glowing, as if he were an angel himself.
‘Oh my God! Fucking Christ! Jesus’ Balls! Hahahaha! You’ve got nothing on me you big Holy cunt!’
For the briefest of moments, Akeno had thought the vile words were directed at her. Before she could feel offended, she noted Issei wasn’t even looking at her, he was staring at the ceiling.
Issei was talking directly to Him.
Both Rias and Akeno gaped in shock at Issei’s casual blaspheming while Holy Lightning surged through him.
He’s mad…
Though true, Issei was also sporting the largest, most deliriously happy smile she’d ever seen on his face.
For a moment, Akeno completely forgot about his tiny little caged dicklet. She stared at Issei in awe, more turned on by this ridiculous psychopath than she ever had been for any other man in her life.
A wave of arousal so powerful she was sure the sane devils in the room could feel it surged through her. She wanted Issei, wanted him more than she’d ever wanted anyone. Almost dreading it, she slowly turned to her King and barely hid the flinch when she found Rias favouring her with that smug, knowing smirk.
The gorgeous redhead wasn’t immune to what she was witnessing either. Though not a sadist like Akeno, Rias was clearly getting off on Issei’s display of power. Dressed only in a sheer camisole, Rias had her feet up and was unashamedly fingering herself, her pale cheeks flushed red and her eyes glassy with passion.
I want them both so bad…
Turning back to Issei, Akeno finally stopped pumping Holy Lightning into his body and just… looked.
When she’d arrived, Issei’s naked body reminded her of a featherweight martial artist. Ripped, shredded, sure, but not bulky. Now, his muscles had not only bulked up, but he even looked taller. Wider. Impossibly so. While he wasn’t as big as Rias’ cousin and likely never would be, his body had clearly undergone a… not unwelcome transformation.
Is this what the Codex is? It gives the user a unique form of body cultivation that allows for even more rapid growth than the Devil method?
She could think of no other answer, no other explanation for what she had witnessed with her own eyes, and while she doubted Issei or Rias would confirm her suspicions—not without substantial favours owed in return—she didn’t think they needed to.
Akeno knew what she had seen, what she continued to see.
Letting out a disappointed sigh, she stood back up and straightened, her bared breasts settling on her chest after her movements. As amusing as it was for Issei to apparently be using her as a glorified Aether battery for his cultivation—and Akeno was sure this was the real reason she had been called that evening—Akeno had come here to administer punishment.
And, apparently, Issei had yet to be punished. It didn’t count in her mind if he enjoyed it, if he wanted it.
Still panting, Issei looked up at her through his sweat-slick bangs and smirked.
‘Out of juice already, Turboslut? I can do this all day.’
Her womanhood gushed at the thought, but she didn’t let said emotions play out on her stoic face—even if her king had no-doubt felt the surge of arousal.
‘Did you know a common misconception about chastity cages?’
Akeno’s smile widened when the complete non-sequitor caught the sexy pawn off-guard. Rias too. She was sure her best friend was just as ignorant to the knowledge she was about to impart as Issei was.
Dropping to her rug-covered floor between his bound legs, Akeno settled herself and spread Issei’s knees wide, his tiny nub of a chastity cage jiggling adorably for her as Issei was jostled around.
‘People always think a chastity cage stops you from having an orgasm…but that’s not quite true…’
Issei yelped, then moaned deliciously after Akeno licked her fingers and started to run teasing circles around his anus. At the lack of recoiling, Akeno’s eyebrows rose and she turned to Rias.
‘Done this before, have you?’
Rias’ flush was all the answer she needed.
Turning back to Issei, she continued her impromptu lesson. ‘The truth is, the cage only stops erections. I’ve had playthings in the past with their own…much larger cages. Naughty boys just like Issei here who can’t be trusted to control their own wicked libidos…’
This time, Issei was shuddering and whimpering for a different reason as Akeno lectured, though it was no less hot, but the seductress only had eyes for Rias. Her King was following her words with rapt attention, her face flush and her delicate fingers still dancing over her own flesh through her sheer nightclothes.
Despite how surprisingly wicked her supposedly tame and innocent best friend’s love life was turning out to be, Rias was still so blissfully innocent to true depravity, it seemed.
‘The truth is, they’re more than capable of cumming,’ Akeno continued with a purr, her digits slowly circling his back door. ‘If given the right…stimulation.’
Issei gasped then moaned as Akeno easily slipped a naughty finger inside and immediately sought out his prostate. It was almost too easy, with suspiciously little complaint from her beautifully moaning and whimpering pet.
Akeno shot a wicked grin at Rias. ‘You’re a lot less innocent than I thought…’
Rias flushed at being called out but gave a pleased smile nonetheless.
‘There’s a lot you don’t know about me and my sex life.’
Akeno conceded the point after Rias’ first spoken words of that evening. ‘At least I know now why you wanted me to bring the big one…’
The girls shared a conspiratorial giggle while Issei continued to blissfully moan in pleasure, ignorant to their naughty byplay.
While Rias and Issei weren’t the novices Akeno assumed them to be in the field of anal play, they were still woefully inexperienced compared to her.
Akeno expertly channelled Aether to increase the pleasure Issei felt as she stimulated him. Her fingertips pulsed with artificial warmth and only the barest hint of electric shocks that had Issei twitching and whimpering delightfully. She could taste the lust flowing through him, and Akeno fed off it similarly to how Issei had only just been feeding off her own Aether.
She felt her face grow flush as the energy flowed into her, her core humming in anticipatory excitement. His emotions were intoxicating, almost as delicious as feeding off a virgin.
Akeno pressed on, Issei’s lust building rapidly as he moaned and writhed. He tried to nuzzle her, to embrace her in some way as she fingered him, but he was bound too well. Rias had left Issei with little wiggle room when she’d tied him to this chair, but Akeno didn’t let that stop her from having her fun.
She could feel the orgasm coming, cruelly denied to him by his fiancée for who knows how long. It was building like a tidal wave, threatening to consume him in waves of unimaginable bliss. Akeno was the sexual conductor, her mastery of her cultivation allowing her to enhance Issei’s pleasure using her Aether and manipulate his body through it.
It was in that moment, with Issei at his most vulnerable, that Akeno painfully reminded her toy that he was here to be punished. Right before Issei could tip over the edge into toe-curling bliss, she denied him that release as a viscous, much more intense and targeted zap of Holy Lightning nipped his orgasm in the bud.
Akeno cackled with glee and Issei bucked and wailed. The sexual energy in the room was so thick, the lust so intense and powerful that, as the intense waves of despair and lust washed over her like mist billowing out of a hot shower, Akeno came undone.
An orgasm the likes of which she hadn’t felt in months consumed her. As Issei cursed, groaned and cried in despair, Akeno screamed her pleasure, her body writhing and undulating in bliss.
‘Yes!’ She screamed, her arms wrapped around his thigh possessively as Issei sobbed. ‘Cry for me! Mmnh!’
This kind of orgasm was not uncommon with her method of cultivation, but rarely was the feeling this intense. She lived for this feeling, and Issei’s shocked sobs only made everything sweeter.
Cultivating lust the way she did had several benefits aside from carnal pleasure and the ability to indulge in her kinks as often as she desired. Not only did it allow Akeno to grow in power rapidly, much more quickly than her other Devil friends and peers, but it also attuned her body to sex in a way that she was still discovering to this day. Magic that allowed her to manipulate the bodies of her lovers, to control them, to bring them pleasure the likes of which they’d never experienced, or so much pain that they mistook her for Lucifer himself.
She looked forward to having Issei experience this facet of her cultivation many, many times.
When her body stopped shaking in bliss, Akeno looked at the miserable looking Issei with a sweet smile.
She’d broken him, just not in the way she’d been intending.
‘No smart replies, Issei-kun?’
He cracked open an eye and shot Akeno a withering glare. She couldn’t help the sultry laugh that escaped her lips. It was wicked. Knowing. Delighted.
Akeno felt a thrill of excitement shoot through her at his defiance. She couldn’t wait to sap it all from him.
Breaking him would be no fun if he was weak.
‘Don’t worry Pet, we’re not done yet,’ she promised with a wicked smile. Standing, her freed and bared breasts jiggling and swaying with her movements, Akeno pulled something new, something big from her dimensional storage.
She cackled as Issei’s eyes widened in terror at the sight of the huge strap-on that appeared. The pieces of runic metal that once covered her breasts and continued to cover her womanhood weren’t just for show. The oversized phallus magically adhered to the plate right over her womanhood, the toy hanging halfway down her thigh and looking incredibly lifelike to the wide-eyed Issei.
Akeno could attest, it felt incredibly lifelike too.
At almost a foot long and wider around than her forearm, this was the largest toy in her collection.
Akeno was glad Rias had requested it.
Akeno wasn’t quite sure how she knew about it though…
She struggled not to laugh at the look of horror on Issei’s features. ‘Don’t worry my naughty pet, I’ll enjoy this very much.
‘What the fuck is that?!’
Akeno looked down innocently at the lifelike phallus and stroked it as if it were her own dick.
‘It’s a strap-on,’ she said, too innocently.
‘That’s not a fucking toy!’ He shrieked, his voice going higher pitched than Akeno suspected he wanted. He tried to shuffle away at her slow, menacing approach, but his bindings were too complete, too perfect. ‘Did you actually cut some poor guy’s dick off or something?!’
This time, Rias’ laugh joined her own. ‘Aww, Pet, did you really think that Devils wouldn’t have their own ranges of incredible sex toys? Did you seriously think, in a world of magic and wonder, that we’d be limited to latex and rubber…?’
Akeno exulted in how Issei squirmed and tried to get away as she held the huge, fake cock up to his lips, the tip spreading a too-convincing facsimile of pre-cum all over his cringing face.
‘Don’t! Stop! Eeeew, that’s so fucking gross!’
‘Oh, if you like that, you’ll love this…’
‘I don’t like any of it!’
Panting as if she’d just flown around the world, Akeno’s heart threatened to beat its way out of her chest as she ignored Issei’s protests and dragged the tip of her fake cock down over his chin, passed his bulging pecs and abs, around the tiny nub he called a cock, over his heavy balls and only stopped when she reached his beautifully gaping rosebud.
‘No, no, don’t! Ooooh, nnng, fuuuuuck! Why is it waaaaarm?!’
Without mercy or caring for his pleading cries, Akeno thrust forward and slid the magically lubricating strap-on past the tight ring of muscle.
Though Issei was apparently no stranger to anal play, he was evidently not used to having something so large back there. It took considerable patience and effort to slip the oversized head past his too-tight sphincter, but his tortured, embarrassed moan when she did was like ambrosia to the flustered Akeno.
‘Gross, nnh, so gross! I hate it, ung, I hate it so much!’
Akeno couldn’t help the laugh that slipped from her lips because, despite his words, despite his desperate writhing and protestations, Issei had angled his hips for easier access, and spread his knees wider to give Akeno more room as she buried more and more of the oversized cock into his back door.
Looking up at the foreign spike of lust energy, Akeno grinned at the sight of a now-naked Rias watching on in an almost frenzy of lust. When her best friend noticed Akeno’s gaze on her, she didn’t stop, didn’t back down. Instead, she only moaned and fingered herself harder.
I want her…so much…
Seeing Rias’ enthusiasm gave Akeno a wicked idea that had her womanhood aching with need, but first, she had to bring Issei up to the precipice once more before cruelly robbing him of his release.
The stick had proven fantastically ineffective, so now it was time to use the barbed carrot.
‘Moan for me Issei,’ Akeno urged, her face flushed with desire as Issei writhed beneath her, his tight little ass accepting all of her strap-on with glee. ‘You love it when I fuck you, don’t you, you dirty boy…’
He didn’t answer, but as Akeno gripped his knees and spread his legs wide, her controlled thrusts plunging the oversized phallus into his tight little ass over and over as he moaned deliciously for her, he didn’t have to. Akeno watched his oversized balls bouncing with her thrusts, his pathetic little nub jiggling every time her hips crashed against his.
Akeno was relishing in the dense well of emotions flowing into her that evening, the lust so strong she could feel it prickling against her skin. She was eating well tonight, much more than she’d had in a long time. It was all she could do to stop herself from fucking Issei to completion.
That would ruin her fun.
Issei’s moans had grown more urgent, more desperate. Deprived too long of his own release, her little anal slut was meeting every one of her deep thrusts with an upwards thrust of his hips. He’d never admit it, but Akeno could tell.
Issei was loving this.
She felt his lust and arousal reach a crescendo once more and, just as it spiked, just as he moaned in bliss with his climax ready to crash into him and send him to Nirvana… Akeno snatched it away.
She snatched his flailing balls in a punishing grip and sent another of her most powerful surges of Holy Lightning directly into them, ripping another very unholy wail from her pet’s throat. His squeal was part pain, part despair and as he writhed in agony with genuine frustrated tears rolling down his cheeks, Akeno didn’t feel an ounce of sympathy.
She came.
More powerful than ever her last orgasm.
When the stars stopped flashing in her vision, she opened her eyes to see Issei curled in on himself, his wrists and ankles still bound, his body slick with sweat and his pained, frustrated cries having diminished into delicious whimpers.
He shuddered as Akeno slowly pulled out, but he didn’t look up, he didn’t meet her gaze. If she had to guess, Issei was either ashamed at the display he’d put on, or angry at having his orgasm denied. Twice.
Akeno felt her pussy tingling as she wondered which.
Her legs felt a little unsteady as she made her way over to her best friend. Rias watched her approach, her face scrunched up in concern for her fiancé but her hand glistening with her excitement nonetheless.
They’d never been shy around each other with their bodies, but openly masturbating and having sex in each other’s company had been a boundary that they’d never crossed save for a bit of harmless fondling in the hot spring. They hadn’t until that night, at least.
They hadn’t just crossed a line either, they’d leapt beyond it with both feet. Rias had watched on eagerly as Akeno fucked her fiancé with her largest strap-on—and she’d loved it.
Akeno was hopeful of more boundaries being crossed that evening, all Rias would need was a push. That thought excited her tremendously, more so than even her fun with Issei had.
As Akeno circled Rias’ and ran teasing fingers along her shoulder, she couldn’t help but notice once more that her King was utterly gorgeous. Issei was an incredibly lucky man.
Akeno hoped to get even more lucky that evening too.
Bending low, Akeno put her lips to Rias’ ear and delighted in how her best friend shivered.
‘I can’t believe you just watched and let that happen… Poor Issei…’
Rias froze at Akeno’s words, not even bothering to deny the truth of them. She didn’t even stop touching herself as Akeno snuggled into her soft back and reached around to cup her friend’s equally heavy breasts.
‘We have a safe word,’ Rias whispered, shuddering at Akeno’s touch and whimpering as she pinched her hard, pink nipples. ‘Besides…he needed to be punished.’
The fingers pinching Rias’ hardened nub pinched a little harder than was fun. ‘You liked watching Issei frustrate me…’
Rias let out a breathless chuckle and Akeno felt a spike of annoyance surge through her, annoyance and vindication at winning in the end.
Hearing the whispered words behind him, Issei struggled to turn and see what was happening. The chair was too sturdy, too heavy even for Issei’s new strength to manage to turn it around in their direction. Reaching a hand into the air, Rias snapped her fingers and the bindings keeping her fiancé in place dissolved, freeing him from his bondage.
Issei surged to his feet and spun around, freezing at the sight of Akeno fondling a completely naked and receptive Rias.
Before he could give word to his thoughts and desires, Akeno spoke.
‘Is that cage just for show? Is it just a kinky prop? Or are you two naughtier than I gave you credit for?’
‘What’re you asking?’ Rias asked without taking her eyes off her fiancé. Akeno chuckled breathlessly in her ear, her gaze also not leaving their newest peerage members’.
‘Will your cuck enjoy it if I fucked you in front of him?’
She didn’t need to hear either of Issei or Rias’ responses. If the powerful surge of arousal from both wasn’t enough, feeling Rias’s buxom, naked body shuddering against her, or watching as Issei stumbled, his knees going weak gave her all the answer she needed.
‘Mmm,’ she moaned sensually, ‘you’ve no idea how long I’ve waited for this…’
Before Rias could speak, Akeno disentangled herself from her King and approached a wobbly-kneed Issei, her oversized strap-on swaying from side to side as she approached. Issei refused to back away, and he took up an amusing defensive stance as she drew closer, but his eyes widened when Akeno instead dropped to her knees.
Then he squinted in confusion at what she did next.
Akeno removed the strap on and instead affixed the oversized phallus to the floor, allowing it to tower like a monument to peak masculinity…right between Issei’s legs. She said nothing more and made her way back over to Rias, took her best friend’s hand and led her towards her large, opulent bed.
Rias followed and allowed herself to be led more obediently than she’d ever dreamed while Issei tracked them with his gaze, his face still scrunched up hilariously in confusion.
When Rias crawled onto the bed, Akeno followed behind her, her battle armour disappearing in a flash of light and leaving Akeno as naked as her King.
‘Do you want to watch me fuck your fiancée, Issei-kun?’
Rias let out a breathy, shaky moan at her words while Issei flushed shamefully, but eagerly nodded, his eyes wide with shock and a dopey grin on his face.
Akeno giggled softly and slid so her body was plastered behind Rias, her hands reaching around to cup her heavy breasts while her lips trailed teasing, featherlight kisses down her neck.
Her best friend felt stiff, her body still unsure about what it was feeling, but not totally against it. While Akeno could feel the nerves and hesitation, none of those feelings trumped Rias’ curiosity and excitement.
She stopped herself however and, instead of continuing, Akeno stilled her ministrations and looked over at the furiously blushing Issei.
‘This show isn’t free, my delightful little cuckold,’ Akeno purred, pausing with her chin resting on Rias’ shoulder and her fingers squeezing her large breasts. ‘If you want us to keep going, then you have to give us a show too. Fuck yourself on that huge cock Issei, or I won’t fuck your fiancée.’
Rias gasped and shuddered as Akeno threw the gauntlet down, but she didn’t continue. As much as she wanted this, she wanted to watch Issei debase himself even more. Rias was equally excited by the idea, and she let her thoughts be known.
‘Please, honey, it’ll be so incredible… please do it.’
Issei whined piteously as Rias pleaded at him with puppy-dog eyes. She was sure more was shared between the two, either telepathically or in the kind of silent communication between lovers Akeno had only read about, but the end result was still the same. Looking down at the oversized phallus in disgust, Akeno had to struggle not to cheer as Issei dropped to his knees with a pained grimace.
‘Yesss,’ Akeno hissed excitedly as Issei shuddered, screwed his eyes shut, lined up the cock with his still loose asshole, and sank onto it with a groan he couldn’t quite dispel all signs of pleasure from.
Akeno hadn’t thought much of Issei sexually until that night, but seeing as the admittedly sexy man bounced on that cock for them with only a token amount of protestation was a sight Akeno would remember for a very, very long time. She was starting to understand what Rias saw in the fantastically unendowed cuckold.
With Issei dutifully performing for them, Akeno was excited to fulfil their end of the bargain. Akeno almost squealed in delight when Rias didn’t fight her as she turned her face and looked deep into her eyes.
‘It’s time we do our part too…’
Rias knelt on the bed, her hair a red curtain spilling down her back, her breath already ragged from the teasing caresses Akeno traced across her body. Akeno pressed close behind, thighs bracketing her, palms cupping the weight of Rias’s breasts. The soft give under her fingers, the sharp intake of Rias’ breath—every sound, every tremor was intoxicating.
She lowered her mouth to Rias’s neck, brushing kisses against that pale skin, tasting salt and warmth. Rias shivered, but she didn’t push her away. If anything, she leaned back into her. The permission in that small surrender sent a thrill racing through Akeno, her heartbeat a drum in her ears.
Lust had been building all evening—stoked by the fun Akeno had been having with Issei since she’d arrived—but this moment eclipsed even that. This was the boundary she had longed to cross since both Rias and Akeno were teenagers.
Akeno guided Rias’s chin with one hand, tilting her face back, forcing her to meet her gaze. For a heartbeat, hesitation hung between them, the weight of years of restraint and unspoken desire. Then Akeno closed the distance.
Their lips met.
The kiss shattered the dam. Rias gasped, then melted, answering her with a hunger that made Akeno’s chest ache. Heat and sweetness and desperation bled together, and Akeno clung to her, drowning in the taste she’d craved for so long. Her fingers squeezed tighter at Rias’s breasts as a muffled groan escaped her throat, unable to contain the joy and fire rushing through her veins.
Behind them, Issei’s desperate whimpers rose, but to Akeno they were nothing more than accompaniment—a rhythm underscoring the ecstasy of finally having Rias in her arms, finally tasting her lips, finally tearing down every wall between them.
Akeno kissed her deeper, her tongue sliding past Rias’s lips, tasting the little gasps that spilled from her. She felt the stiffness in Rias’s shoulders, the instinctive tension of someone stepping into forbidden territory—but she also felt the tremor of excitement under it, the way Rias’s hips shifted, almost unconsciously, against her lap.
Smiling against her mouth, Akeno let her hands wander. One hand lingered on Rias’s breast, teasing the hardened peak between her fingers, while the other drifted lower. Down over the taut lines of her stomach, past the delicate flare of her hips, until her fingertips slid between her thighs.
Rias broke the kiss with a sharp intake of breath, her eyes wide with shock and arousal. ‘Akeno…’ The word was warning and plea both, her voice tight and needy, her cheeks flushed crimson.
‘Hush,’ Akeno whispered against her ear, kissing the shell of it before brushing her lips back down her neck. ‘Let me…’
Her fingers pressed in, stroking through slick heat. Rias’ body betrayed her—arching into the touch even as her hands clutched at the sheets in desperation. The little moans she gave were shaky, uncertain, but growing sweeter by the second. Akeno’s own chest swelled with triumph, her heart hammering at the feel of her best friend surrendering at last.
Behind them came another desperate cry, and Akeno spared a glance over Rias’s shoulder. Issei was still kneeling on the floor, chest heaving, his face a mess of need as he bounced helplessly on the toy she’d saddled him with. She let her voice cut through his ragged groans.
‘Keep going, Cuck-kun. Don’t you dare slow down,’ she purred, pinching Rias’s nipple at the same moment her fingers pressed deeper. Rias shivered violently, her head tipping back against Akeno’s shoulder.
It was exquisite, this mix of control and indulgence—the way Rias clung to her, caught between hesitation and hunger, while Issei writhed for them, thankful for the privilege of watching. Akeno could feel her own power crackling just beneath her skin, every nerve alight with the thrill of dragging them both along in her game.
But she wanted more.
Akeno kissed her once more, then eased Rias back onto the bed. She straddled her, pressing close until her own slickness smeared across Rias’s thigh. The startled gasp that answered her sent a shiver of delight through Akeno. Rias’s hands rose, uncertain, clutching at her shoulders as if to ground herself.
‘Trust me,’ Akeno whispered, her smile curving against pale skin as she nipped at Rias’s throat. She shifted, caught Rias’s leg and hooked it higher around her own hip, until the heat of their bodies met and ground together.
The sound Rias made then—half moan, half breathless cry—was the sweetest of music that rivalled even the sounds of Issei’s screams of pain and fury. She rocked against her, slow at first, savoring the slick slide, then faster, letting the rhythm build. Her hair fell forward like a curtain, strands clinging to sweat-sheened skin as she kissed Rias again, lips parted, tongues brushing, breaking only when their gasps demanded air.
Every movement sent delicious sparks of lust between the two scissoring women. The tremor in Rias’ legs, the way her fingers dug into her back, the hitching breaths that grew sharper with each grind. Hesitation was still there—she could feel it in the stiffness of Rias’s grip—but it melted more and more with every urgent thrust of their hips.
Akeno drew back just enough to glance over her shoulder. Issei was still kneeling at the floor’s edge, face contorted with need, rutting helplessly on the toy she’d saddled him with. His caged cock strained pathetically in its prison, jingling with every bounce.
‘Look at him,’ Akeno breathed against Rias’s lips, her voice breaking on a moan as she ground harder. ‘All of this—just so he can watch you. Watch us. How pathetic.’
Her words had the desired effect. Rias’s body jolted, her hips snapping up in sudden, frantic rhythm, as if the sight of her fiancé so helplessly performing for them pushed her over a hidden edge. Their moans tangled, sharp and needy, rising above the creak of the bed.
Akeno rested Rias’ head against her breast and clung to her, grinding harder, chasing the coil tightening low in her belly until it snapped—white-hot pleasure ripping through her. She gasped against Rias’s mouth, riding the spasms, and even through her haze she felt Rias seize beneath her, trembling violently, her voice breaking into a helpless sound as her body gave way.
They clung to each other in the aftermath, shuddering and kissing through the last aftershocks, their sweat-slick bodies pressed tight. Akeno had slept with countless people over the years, none of those encounters felt as right as this one.
Issei’s presence only made it all sweeter, as if reinforcing the taboo nature of their tryst.
When Akeno’s breathing steadied, she brushed damp hair back from Rias’s flushed face and pressed a softer kiss to her cheek. ‘Come,’ she whispered, her tone gentler now. She wasn’t done with her best friend. Issei either. And she had a delicious idea to serve as a finale to the evening’s festivities.
Rias’s legs trembled as she sat up, and Akeno steadied her, guiding her down from the bed. Together they descended, Akeno easing her to her knees on the thick rug before Issei. She positioned her carefully on her hands and knees, coaxing her forward until she hovered barely inches from him, her fiery hair falling forward like a veil, her lips parted as she panted through the remnants of release.
Issei’s caged cock twitched violently, desperate and denied, flailing so close to her face it almost brushed her. Akeno slid in behind Rias again, arms winding around her waist, savoring the sight of her best friend kneeling before her fiancé, trembling from orgasm, and eager still to descend even further into depravity.
Akeno lowered herself, hands sliding along Rias’s thighs, spreading them just enough before she bent between. Her tongue found its mark with ease, teasing, swirling, delving deep in patterns that had broken lesser partners in moments. Rias jerked forward with a startled cry, her hands clawing at the carpet, body shuddering as Akeno feasted on her. She felt her best friend stiffen at the foreign contact, but thankfully, she didn’t protest.
Far from it.
She kept the rhythm relentless but cruelly controlled, pulling back when Rias was close, dragging her back from the brink only to build her higher again. Again and again, until minutes stretched into an hour, the chamber filled with nothing but moans, whimpers, and Issei’s ragged groans.
He was still bouncing on the toy like a desperate man possessed, his caged cock flailing around with his movements, every surge of his frustration rolling off him in waves Akeno could feel as clearly as touch. That was her real game—driving Rias to heaven while keeping Issei teetering on the edge of madness.
Their newest peerage member had to be running off fumes at this point, desperation and desire. It was simple calculus. Issei wanted to watch Akeno and Rias fuck more than he wanted to stop impaling himself on that huge cock that he’d hilariously grown so comfortable bouncing on.
So he did.
Only when his lust spiked sharp and dangerous, his aura flaring with that telltale pressure of a man about to spill regardless of his restraints, did Akeno relent. She pulled back from Rias’s swollen heat, her lips drenched with her best friend’s excitement, then had her expert fingers sliding in to replace her tongue. Curling them just right, she stroked the spot she knew would undo any woman, watching Rias collapse under her touch.
Rias cried out, her whole body seizing. She surged forward without thinking, lips parting—and then she had Issei’s balls in her mouth, capturing his flailing testes as though instinct had driven her there.
That was all it took.
Issei let out a strangled, broken sound as his orgasm tore through him. His body convulsed, rutting wildly against the toy as the chastity cage betrayed him—spasms ending in little more than a pitiful dribble of watery seed through the nubbed tip. Unsatisfying. Incomplete. But explosive in its force, all the same.
Akeno’s smile was radiant as she watched, her fingers still working Rias through her climax until the last tremors faded and all three of them slumped, panting, drained.
For a long moment, there was only the sound of their breathing. Then Rias turned, her eyes meeting Akeno’s. All hesitation was gone—her gaze steady, her voice sure as she spoke.
‘Thank you, Akeno. That was…new. But… leave us now.’
So much between them was left unsaid, but Akeno didn’t kid herself. As incredible as their tryst had been, as hard as she’d made her best friend cum, she hadn’t replaced Issei in her heart. While there would be words spoken between them, and maybe—she hoped—a repeat performance, the couple needed some alone time.
The dismissal was gentle but firm. Akeno bowed her head, chest still heaving with her own satisfaction. ‘As you wish, Buchou.’
She rose smoothly, gathering herself with the poise of a Queen, and crossed to the balcony. She stifled a giggle at Issei’s groan as she both recalled her oversized toy and redressed in her shrine maiden robes. The night air had been uncomfortably cool against her flushed skin as she stepped out into the open, wings unfurling wide. The robes had her feeling snug and warm once again.
With one last look back into the room, at her King and her cuckold entangled in their private aftermath, Akeno smiled to herself. Issei had paid her back tonight—paid back every favor, every indulgence. And then some.
She leapt into the air, wings catching the moonlight as she soared into the velvet sky.
Akeno eagerly awaited Rias’ follow-up call. She’d be more than happy to punish Issei again. And knowing that troublesome boy, she wouldn’t have to wait long…
-
Blissfully alone, Issei and Rias retired to the luxurious hot tub on her balcony. They hadn’t said a word since Akeno left—there’d been no need. They just luxuriated in each other’s presence and allowed the hot water to soothe away their aches and pains…
Well, my aches and pains anyway. I don’t think I’ll be able to sit right for a while…
When Rias finally broke the silence, Issei couldn’t help but snort in amusement at her one-track mind.
‘How many points…?’
She hadn’t even waited. As soon as the time ticked passed midnight and his vision had exploded with notifications, she’d asked her question. Scanning said notifications, he squeezed Rias in excitement and replied in a lazy drawl.
‘Even more than last night…’
Rias giggled sleepily. ‘I guess it doesn’t discriminate based on sex when it comes to who fucks me…’
Issei stiffened and his mouth ran dry as he processed her words, his perverted mind already filling up with naughty images and scenarios that tried to supplant the incredible scene of Akeno and Rias locked in a passionate embrace.
Swallowing thickly, he let out a strained chuckle. ‘Well…there’s only one way to know for sure…’
Rias’ return chuckle was half-purr, half-mirth. ‘Naughty boy… Even after everything you went through tonight, you still want more.’
Issei hid his embarrassment behind an awkward cough and quickly changed the subject. The less he thought about that distressingly real feeling toy, the better…
‘So…how amazing was my present?’
‘Akeno was wonderful, thank you—eek!’
He’d pinched her sensitive side at her naughty joke.
‘I meant the rune thing, doofus!’
Rias giggled and wrapped her arms around him tighter, her head resting on his expanded and bulkier chest lovingly. ‘It’s… I can’t describe how monumental it is for me to learn such an old, primordial runic language. It’s absolutely a game changer not just for me, but for all of us.’
Issei couldn’t help the smug grin that curled his lips. ‘So, I did good…’
Rias looked up and rolled her eyes at the look on his face. She kissed his grin away and followed that up with a kiss to his chin. ‘I would still prefer you to consult with me next time. Speaking of…’
Grinning in amusement, Issei pulled up the notification for the Soul Sigil he’d purchased without prompting. He knew his fiancée well enough to know what she wanted without her needing to speak the words.
She read the notification several times and hummed in thought. ‘The primer you purchased goes over how to create Soul Sigils like that… they sound incredibly dangerous…but powerful. You were able to completely ignore the pain?’
Issei tilted his head from side to side and hummed in thought. ‘Kinda? It’s really hard to explain the feeling. The pain was there, it didn’t not hurt, but I could just kind of… disassociate? Like, instead of feeling the pain, I could metaphorically pull back and just experience it in the third person? Ugh, I dunno, it’s weird.’
Rias hummed in thought as the two lapsed into a brief, comfortable silence once more. After the evening he’d been subject to—and Akeno’d best believe he’d be paying her back in kind—Issei just relished in the feeling of his fiancée’s body against his, and the warm, soothing waters.
Feeling the need to defend his honour, Issei was the one to break the silence this time. ‘I didn’t waste all those points just to avoid some pain. I’m no pussy—that was just an added bonus. I bought the sigil because I got tired as fuck with how easily people could mess with my mind. Figured it would help a lot on that front.’
Rias let out a thoughtful, sleepy hum as she snuggled against him. ‘A relatively cheap experiment with a possible huge upside. Nobody likes psychics rooting around in their minds. There are artefacts that can achieve a similar thing, but this sounds… a lot more powerful.’
Issei grunted in approval. ‘I guess it also helped me to ignore that Holy backlash Devils all feel? That lightning was no joke, and I can say God’s name now and I don’t even feel a twitch.’
Rias finally sat up at his words and turned to look at him. She had Issei repeat all the biblical names and watched on in fascination as he remained unaffected.
‘As incredible as this is, I don’t agree with your hypothesis.’
‘Huh?’
‘I don’t think that Soul Sigil is the reason you can ignore the pain from the Divine Punishment. I believe that is a result of your cultivation…’
Issei’s face scrunched up in confusion for several moments before his eyes widened in shock. ‘Are you saying that, because I tanked all that Holy Lightning… my body…adapted?’
Rias grinned evilly and nodded, a wide smile making her already beautiful features look radiant.
‘Holy shit. Does this mean I can get fire immunity if you… I dunno, throw Fire essence at me to eat?’
Rias laughed, delighted by his enthusiasm. ‘So quick to subject yourself to torture again so soon, my love? Fortunately, I don’t think that’s necessary, or advisable. Cultivation shapes our growth, and while earning yourself a resistance to Divine Retribution can only be positive, I think you should focus the rest of your Aether cultivating to coincide with whichever school you choose to focus on… speaking of…’
Issei couldn’t help the excited grin that split his face in two. ‘You’ll finally let me choose, then?’
Rias slapped him gently on his bulkier chest. He very much liked how she bit her lip sexily at his new and improved bod. ‘I don’t need to let you do anything. It’s always been your choice, I only asked you to wait so you could make an informed decision.’
Issei hugged Rias to his chest and hummed in approval. He could feel her curiosity getting the better of her as he let the silence stretch out. He was just glad she couldn’t see his vulpine grin. Rias had made him wait a maddening amount of time to really get his teeth into this magic thing. Now it was his turn to make her wait.
‘So…’ she began, breaking the silence. ‘Mind Magic?’
He chuckled at her guess. ‘No. I was tempted. Like…really tempted. That Soul Sigil would help a lot on that front too, I think. But I get the feeling that everyone has some kind of defence against mind magic specifically—just like those artefacts you mentioned. I can’t be the only one terrified of being mind-raped.’
Rias’ eyes widened in surprise and she smiled in delight at his reasoning. ‘Good instinct, my love. And you’re absolutely correct in your assumptions.’
Issei nodded, feeling a surge of pride swelling in his chest at his fiancée’s praise.
‘Besides, given the way Devil Magic is supposed to work, I think the Soul Sigil helped me with my casting in general. Look…’
The Soul Sigil specifically mentioned granting him an unconquerable will. He put that to the test by throwing his desires at his Aether and bending it to said will.
Rias gasped and clapped in delight as a miniature Sun bloomed to life at the tip of his finger, forming just as quickly as his fiancée’s demonstrations had when she’d shown him something similar.
‘Casting feels so easy now. As if my Aether is my bitch.’
‘Unconquerable willpower,’ Rias parroted, remembering the notification she’d just read.
‘Right.’
‘So…’ Rias continued, poking him in the side in frustration as Issei continued to drag this out. ‘What school are you going to specialise in?’
Issei bit his lip and chuckled at Rias’ pout. ‘Analysis paralysis. I’ve spent the last week going through all of them one-by-one in my mind, over and over, but at the end of the day, I looked to video games for inspiration.
Rias’ face scrunched up in confusion. ‘Huh?’
Issei’s grin was giddy, his eyes sparkling in delight.
‘Or more accurately… your favourite video game. Of all time.’
Like any true gamer, their lists changed nearly every time they thought about it, but it didn’t take long for Rias’ sharp mind to make a connection, and her eyes widened with excitement.
‘Truly?!’
Instead of answering, Issei just made the purchase and shared the notification screen with his fiancée as his body started to tingle all over.
Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop
Level 1
Magic School Specialisation - Cosmomancy - 400 AP
Master Cosmic Essence. Manipulate the fabric of spacetime, motion, and celestial forces.
Your Aether will now be attuned towards Cosmic Essence. Your potential has been unlocked in this regard. Creating and controlling Cosmic Essence and Cosmic Essence alone will be at the level of a prodigy.
As Issei felt the changes take hold, he watched as Rias stood, a gleam in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.
‘Come, my love! The journey to make you the greatest mage in the world starts now!’
Issei had way more points to spend, and he was excited to peruse the artefact shop for more trinkets that’ll aid him in his mastery of Gravity magic specifically, just like in Rias’ favourite game, but he allowed himself to be swept up in his fiancée’s excitement.
For the first time, he felt like a proper mage, and all it took was him being fucked in the ass by a ridiculously sexy Sucubus in denial…