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From the outside, the house didn't look like much. It was just as simple and unobtrusive as the houses that bordered it on either side: a cramped front and back yard, two stories, and a simple balcony on the second floor intended for laundry.

Issei stepped inside the gate, and then inserted his key into the door. After, he waved a hand, summoning the magic he'd been taught by Grayfia and Venelana-san. It carried a portion of his unique energy, and acted like a secondary key to truly unlock the door. Issei opened it, then entered his home.

The house inside was drastically different. For one, it looked bigger, covering an impossible amount of space that the two simple stories shouldn't have. To compare, it was almost as if there was a mansion inside the house, with many halls and staircases and floors, along with the attendant rooms. And then there was the furniture: a scattered display of baroque and classical works. Most of it didn't really matter to Issei: it was only that Grayfia and Venelana who'd insisted on designing the inside as such, as befit his status as "great ruler".

This, therefore, was Issei's new house. It had been generously gifted to him by his lovers—or more precisely it had been Grayfia who'd floated the suggestion during one of their rarer sessions of peaceful coitus, and Venelana had provided the resources. A house had been "vacated" of their inhabitants and placed under the ownership of Grayfia's pseudonym. It was reasonably close to his old house so he could still come back there when needed.

Then, Venelana had done the work of attaching a pocket dimension to the interior of the house, which of course turned into all this swanky stuff he was currently walking through. He'd been told it was the standard of Devil's homes, so he just took their word for it.

The houses served several functions. Primarily, it was a "safe base" through which Grayfia and Venelana could enter without having to deal with other powerful entities like themselves—who were not Devils like them. Second, it was a suitable area to start training Issei in the magic powers he'd somehow developed from his nightly dalliances with the two lovely ladies. It was rather exciting, learning magic spells and the like.

But of course, that paled when set against the third, most important reason for the house. It was privacy, as well as suitable kinky playground, for all their debauched needs.

The first spell Issei had been introduced to (well, a major spell, different from the minor cantrips like lighting a candle with his mind and such) was a time-locking spell. It only worked in pocket dimensions, and served to slow the passage of time within the targeted area, relative to the time that passed outside the pocket. This meant that whenever he was inside their new home, Issei and the others could spend weeks, months even, doing whatever they wished—and then leave the house only to find a couple of hours had passed. That meant days of rough and rowdy sex, using whatever new stimulations his two lovers could muster.

It was a ridiculously handy spell, hampered only by the user's "magical output". Issei had been told he had plenty of it, thanks to something within him called a "sacred gear" or whatever, enough to power up to two days' worth of the time lock. It really helped with his schedule, as he could stay cooped up with his lovers inside the new house, then rest for a while, before leaving to start school. Then, right as school ended, he'd spend close to a day in the house again, before returning home, and there continue their debauchery in a "proper" time.

His lovers had told him he could easily emancipate himself, and become a true ruler, but Issei wasn't sure. He still desired the normality of his human life, even a little, at least until he graduated. It was something he felt would be repaying his folks for raising him and taking care of him all this time.

In addition to all the above, there was another main reason for the house/mansion. It also passed for a meeting place used by Grayfia and Venelana for their little tea parties, which meant inviting their female friends over for some tea and conversation. And Issei had met each of these invited personally, having been introduced to them as a personage of much importance.

There was the blonde introduced as the Lady Phenex, whose refined beauty should have blasted him with all its cold intensity. He sensed she was the type of person who generally looked down on people she didn't know. The fact that she wore risqué outfits was not lost on him, nor was the fact she acted courteously towards him—almost to the point where she'd probably start fawning on him if he let her.

And then there were the two others, one of whom was Venelana's daughter, Rias, who wore even skimpier outfits, like brassieres and frilly garter belts, showing off their thick, luscious bodies on display for him to see, like dangling a fruit before a hungry beast. There was one thing that everyone shared, though, from Grayfia to the black-haired Akeno Himejima. Their boobs were thick and full to bursting, almost as if they'd just start leaking milk if stimulated even just a little.

If anyone found the situation strange, it was only Issei. Neither the girls nor his lovers paid it no mind nor even commented on it. It did make Issei unsure, though, on what he was supposed to do. He supposed propositioning them just out of the blue wouldn't work. All of the women really exuded an aura of nobility, like telling most people to "fuck off". He'd seen the type.

Then again, Venelana-san also exuded that aura, and Grayfia to a lesser extent. Now, that just made it all the more confusing.

He paused in the middle of the hall, having heard voices coming from the tea room. He recognized them, making him conclude there was a party going on. Not wanting to barge in uninvited, he went next door, to the pantry area which was connected directly to the tea room. There he scrounged up some grub, from a container which was a literal smorgasbord magically enchanted to give him whatever food he wanted. He wondered if he could give his family one of these—it would definitely solve the problem of food.

"Ah, Master, welcome home. I am truly sorry for not being there to greet you," came Grayfia's voice from the door. She was wearing her signature maid outfit, though enhanced by his suggestion to be more coquettish and sexier, with skin windows at particular spots near her breasts, her hips and over her navel. She was also carrying the tea tray, which meant she was here to retrieve second helpings.

"Hey there, Grayfia-san," he greeted, through a mouthful of food. "You guys sounded like you were busy, so I just came in here."

"Oh, nonsense, everyone would be glad to see you, anytime, anywhere, Master," Grayfia said. After a pause where her eyes traveled up and down his body, she licked her lips. "Although, this does make my job a little simpler. We're… running out of the special cream everyone likes. Would you be able to help me acquire some more, Master?"

His eyes went to the vials of the "milk" still clearly full on the counter. "Those look pretty full to me, Grayfia-san." Nonetheless, he met Grayfia's approach, as the latter had begun unfastening the hooks on her underwear beneath her clothes. Issei for his part unclasped his belt.

"I think we need something a little more… fresh from the tap."

"Okay then," Issei said with a smile as he caressed Grayfia's head, even as she went down on her knees and unzipped his pants.

Venelana was quick to notice it, though it was unfortunate that the lady Phenex was able to remark on it before she could head it off.

"I say, isn't Grayfia taking long?" the blonde said aloud.

Venelana immediately stood up, smiling apologetically at the others. "I shall look into it, my dears. Perhaps Grayfia is having difficulty finding the right food to serve us." Which was impossible for the high-class Devil who'd moonlighted as a maid for the longest time, but it was a suitable excuse, for now. She did have a strong feeling about the reason for the delay.

Her suspicion was confirmed when she opened the door to the pantry. Upon smelling the stench and the sounds, which were about to waft out the opening, she immediately darted through and slammed the door shut behind her. She cast a powerful seal on the door so anyone trying to open it would need to get "loud" and destructive to even force it open. Then, she turned towards the source of the fish-like smell and the sound of meat slapping against meat.

For certainly, Grayfia was getting more of the tea cream to serve to their guests, but she was extracting it in entirely the wrong way—straight up her vaginal hole into her womb. The woman was naked, her skin glistening with drying cum and sweat. Evidence of the couple's lovemaking were scattered all over the area: with Issei's delicious cum glazing the biscuits and pastries, and decorating the fine china and silverware which was about to be served. Grayfia's steaming hot juices stained the floor, making it quite slippery.

Venelana sighed. "Grayfia, we have guests." Addressing Issei, she said, "Master, you shouldn't indulge her that much," in a slightly scolding tone. She approached the rutting couple, her head cocked with some amusement at Grayfia's slackened, pleasure-ridden face.

"Sorry, Venelana-san," Issei said in a tone that was sincerely apologetic. "I promise we'll stop."

"No, no, please do go on." Venelana tore open her skintight suit, baring her bare-naked skin for the Master with a steady rip-rip sound. "But as punishment, I shall need:" She paused and swiped up a cum-glazed biscuit into her mouth. Her expression twisted, like she were tasting the most exquisite dish. She continued: "First, your next load, down my throat, instead of up her cunt." She sashayed to the couple's side, and kneeled so her face was near Issei's crotch. "And second, use your newly learned time lock spell to help us cover it up."

Issei's eyes lit up, both because he was about to come and from Venelana's very reasonable request. He expended his magic, casting the time lock spell once more within the pantry proper. Then he pulled out of Grayfia's hole, making the latter grunt and whine. Then, while still lifting the maid up by her thighs, he shoved his engorged cock down Venelana's eager throat and came, painting her guts completely in his white-hot seed. He then lowered Grayfia down and smeared her dripping pussy lips all over Venelana's face.

Only a minute had passed since Venelana had left and already to the others it felt like an eternity. They fidgeted and twisted, already feeling the phantom pain of withdrawal, from being denied another serving of Grayfia's signature tea cream.

Lady Phenex, for her part, was doing a marvelous job of keeping her cool, unlike the younger Devils, who were sweating profusely, dabbing at their faces liberally with their kerchiefs while trying to keep up appearances by babbling in irrelevant topics. Akeno's nipples, in particular, stood out as a moist pair of dots on her pale skin. Of course, the Lady's own panties were already wet and drenched, a reminder of her own unhinged desires. But she hid her arousal far better, as any lady Devil of society should be able to.

Still, both Venelana and Grayfia did seem to be taking long. Even just a second's wait was rather inappropriate for hostesses wishing to entertain their guests. And Lady Phenex simply must have that tea again!

Not willing to be undercut by any means, Venelana's perched herself precariously on top of the table, balancing only on her lover's thick meat stick. Trapped in this full nelson position, Issei pistoned into her repeatedly, causing mists of her arousal to spray freely down onto the prepared food.

To the side, Grayfia calmly prepared the tray, and conscientiously licked away any trace sexual fluid that got onto the silverware. The ones that got onto the food, though, were left in, as they would make for a delicious repast for their guests.

Lady Phenex counted down. It was roughly two minutes now since Venelana had left. Surely such a delay should have been noted, by either of the hosts, with their returning and telling them the problem? A lack of food, or that the tea leaves had run out, would have been better off explained properly to the guests than risk sounding quite uncourteous with delaying for so long.

She pursed her lips, then stood, announcing her intent to the other guests. "I shall go and have a look, shall I?"

The other two Devils, younger and lesser in position, nodded in acquiescence.

Their mouths writhed and fought in equal succession, as they fought for dominance to comply with his suggestion. It was an old dance, one they'd had many times before, to the complete satisfaction of both parties.

In the meantime, Issei greatly admired the sight of his two lovers: of these two beautiful voluptuous women engaged in carnal lesbian delights on the floor. They moved and fucked as if they knew each other's bodies intimately. It offered a suitable side-dish as he beat his meat, giving it a little rest before their next carnal escapade. When he came, which was impossible to stop, considering what he was staring at, he fired off his hot, fresh load all over their bodies, coating them liberally with white, ropey strings of his scent and his essence and marking them once more for his own—his very own bitches.

After someone made the other cum with her fingers, Issei bade the winner stand, and receive the very last load on her waiting tongue. Then the loser was forced to clean him, the winner, and herself up.

The loser was then to, with the help of magic, go on all fours and act as his and the winner's chair as they made love while sitting on her. A fitting reward for those who succumbed to their desires more than pleasing his own.

Well, he wasn't that cruel. His free hand, when he was able, would please the loser's cunt.

"I shall go and have a look, shall I?"

She and Akeno ceased their conversation and nodded silently. Rias watched the esteemed Lady Phenex stand and start making her way to the pantry door. True, they'd been gone a while. But Rias didn't see that as a reason to bother them about it, particularly when her mother was right there.

At the thought of her mother, something painful seemed to squeeze in Rias' mind. It was like she was forgetting something very important, and the fact she'd forgotten it gave her headaches.

The only thing she was able to figure out, though, was that every time she did think about her mother, she felt her skin start to flush. And sometimes, her lower crotch would start to twitch something fierce.

Sometimes, it'd even get wet.

"Oooohhhh…! Uggghhh! Ahhhnnnn!"

"Yes! Oh yes! Urghhhh! Ahhhh!"

Brow furrowed in concentration, Issei focused on pounding as much as he could into the small hole in front of him. At first glance, it seemed like he was sliding his cock into nothing, like a hole was cut in reality. But of course, magic was involved. He was practicing yet another spell, and this time used it on his lovers, who were flanked on either side of him, their bodies leaning against the counter, their eyes glazed over, with drool and sweat leaking heavily down their chins.

This neat little spell enabled him to open up a small portal-hole through which he could connect to two places at once. Thus, by thrusting into it with his cock, he was able to simultaneously pierce both Grayfia's and Venelana's pussies at the same time. It was like his cock split into two, each soaking up their respective hole's juices, and when he withdrew, they would be combined into one slick, thick coating that almost inevitably splattered down to the floor in droves. The sensation, too, would be combined—it was literally like being sheathed in two velvety tight spaces that churned around his dick all at once.

It took a lot of his concentration to keep the spell going while he pounded the space-hole with about the same force as he usually did. Thanks to their constant mating, he was always able to pierce full hilt without any worries anymore. Thus, he was free to use his hands to finger their erect clits, or hook his fingers into their asses. This, in turn, made them squeeze around him, and with the combined sensation it was almost enough to make him ejaculate then and there.

Which he did, but only hours later, when they were slack, near-fainted wrecks slumped on the table, like twin life-sized dolls. His shots of cum were duplicated by the spell, seeding his lovers equally and simultaneously, but also cutting his ejaculation in half—as the spell drained his balls twice as faster than usual.

He watched their already distended bellies simultaneously bloat up even more from his white, creamy deposit. These mounds he then admired for a long time after plugging up the spell-hole with a carrot, causing its duplicated two ends to prevent any of his seed from leaking.

A million thoughts could race through one's mind before a second could pass. In this case, the Lady Phenex was halfway to the pantry door and she'd already thought about all the times she'd been most unlady-like under the covers.

Every night, for the past few weeks and counting, she'd felt a craving: an undeniable, irresistible urge deep in her core. It was not a hunger for something material; it was just sheer, depraved lust. Every night, therefore, her fingers would sneak down beneath the covers, snake further under her smallclothes, to finger herself, to tame the fiery need boiling in her nethers.

It would go on and on, even after she'd made herself cum multiple times already, leaving her a sleepless wreck. She hid it well, of course, on her daytime affairs—as all Devils of her station should—but it was so far very frustrating not to feel sated. It was an itch that never really went away; something she knew was hidden in her cunt but she could never scratch, try as she might.

She reached the pantry door, raised her hand, then knocked.

KNOCK!

The sound was loud, and clear to anyone in the room. Venelana looked up from her work, her whole face gleaming with sexual juices. "That's the first signal," she said, a little distractedly.

Issei huffed and forced her head back down. He settled back in his bed and basked in the full-blooded pleasure of two women servicing him.

Kitchen? What kitchen? Some time ago the whole place had been swapped with one of the bedrooms upstairs. The kink of playing in the kitchen had worn out its welcome—and of course people wanted to use a cushioned surface, for once.

Issei tensed, his eyes closed, interrupting his train of thought as the two lips down there found excellent spots to tease and torture. "Ahhh… yeah, that's good. That's real good… You keep on doing that…"

Then came the second knock.

KNOCK!

"Yeah, oh haaah… Yes! Yes! Yes! Fill me up, crush me, pierce me, Master, hoooghhh!"

The bed made loud squeaking noises as Issei built up to his limit. He gripped someone's head, dragged it up and placed the body attached to it on top of the woman he was pounding. Then he placed the magic glory hole over the latter's pussy, ensuring maximum efficiency by breeding two holes at the same time.

The Lady Phenex lifted her hands—

KNOCK!

"Master… it's…"

"Shut up and don't mind it," Issei said, through grunts. "Now put your hips into it!"

The Devil raised her hips, and began to rock and grind over his hips with greater ferocity. Off to the side, the loser of the previous battle was trussed up and hanging from the ceiling, unconscious with a dreamy smile and a slack jawed expression on her face.

The Lady Phenex frowned, then made to open the door. She placed her hand on the knob.

"Why won't it climax with me?" Issei said, observing his "clone" fuck Venelana on the other side of the bed. After so many hours (days? weeks?) of sex he'd finally relented and showed his teachers-cum-lovers his mastery over the cloning spell, which created however many duplicates of himself as his magic energy reserves could manage. They were like puppets he could manage remotely, and would follow basic commands. As clones they reflected his body from his face down to the exact length and girth of his manhood—then further down to his relentless, tireless fucking, which was being demonstrated on Venelana at this moment.

"B-because M-master, s-semen is one of, ogh… uggghhhhh… fundamental f-f-substances of univ—hahn! Universe," Grayfia said, in-between moans, while he pounded into her, in near-perfect sync with his clone on the other side.

He slapped her ass. "Speak sense."

"If you m-master the spell, M-master, it can cum, but it won't be y-your cum. Y-your… aghhkk! This precious cum… can only come… from you… oh god yes, faster… Faster!"

"Oh, I see. That's pretty interesting. So that means no matter how long it takes, Venelana-san won't ever get the moneyshot right?"

"Y-yes, of course, but surely M-master, that would be too cruel..?"

Issei shrugged while he continued to plow the Devil maid. "It's a far-out thought, but it seems like lately all you girls want is my relentless dicking. No regard for the climax. Makes me think you'd actually prefer a living dildo of myself, like that guy."

"Oh, no, no, no, Master, that's not completely true at all..!"

"Heh, prove it, here and now, or I'll never fuck you both—ever again." Grayfia howled in frustration.

She turned the knob, and the door opened.

"Oh!"

"Oh my!"

Upon pushing the door open, lady Phenex felt someone else pulling it back at the same time. Behind the door, Grayfia stood there, carrying a tray of tea on her other hand. The expression of surprise on her face was likely mirrored on her own.

"You have my sincerest apologies…" the Lady Phenex said, bowing. She saw that Venelana was inside, attending to some of the food behind the counter. She looked from her, to Grayfia. Was it her imagination, or were their faces unnaturally flushed? And there was a strange scent which she was sure was coming from somewhere; a familiar smell that caused alarm bells to ring in her mind.

"No, no, the mistake is ours," Grayfia said smoothly. "We apologize for making you wait, for also making you have to stand up. Please, sit, my dear." She moved to the side, allowing Grayfia to curtsy and bring the tray of food out.

She glanced from her, then back to Venelana. "Did something happen?"

Her friend shrugged. "A little."

"Nothing too serious, I hope?"

"A mere faux pas in food preparation," Venelana said, shrugging. "Nothing really to worry about, I can assure you.

"If you insist," the Lady Phenex responded, raising a brow. She waited until Venelana was done with whatever business she was doing behind the counter and came to join her. Then the other woman grabbed the crook of her elbow and whispered in her ear:

"Apologies for the slight, but would you care to stay behind after all this is over? I shall arrange for Rias and her companion to leave without question or comment. I shall thank you for this favor."

Her brows rose. "Ah? Of course, my dear, I shall certainly do so." Some sort of hidden business, women's intrigue was afoot, perhaps, and a part of her was excited at the prospect. At the least it would distract her and her traitorous pussy from tormenting her even more than they already were.

The door to the pantry closed behind them. Issei rose from behind the counter, and wiped the last patches of Venelana's quim from his chin.

He grinned.

They returned to the party, which lasted for surprisingly longer than was expected. Grayfia made a few more trips back to the pantry, but at least this time she didn't take longer.

There was a surprise during the many conversations they had, in that the Lady Phenex was encouraged to bring her only daughter to join their tea parties from then on. There was nothing wrong with that, of course, as young Ravel had already made her debut into Devil society (having already accomplished the power and skill to join her brother's Peerage). Still, it was a pleasant surprise, and something for the Lady to consider: were they planning on inviting more and more people to the tea party?

By the time the party had dispersed, the lady Phenex had lost track of the time entirely. She was ushered into the lounge, where she waited patiently for Grayfia and Venelana to be done with whatever they were doing before they could talk business.

Then, a mental message came to her. "I am sorry to have to say this, Lady Phenex, but could you care to return to the tea house? There is something we wish to show you."

Frowning at the social faux pas, especially coming from a lady of much standing as herself, Venelana, she nonetheless did as she was told and returned to the tea room. She opened the door, and found herself buffeted by a thick, steamy gale of stale sex.

"What on earth…?" she muttered dizzily from the sudden stench, her eyes unable to comprehend the sight before her very eyes.

The tea room had disappeared. In its place was a dim room lit only by candles spread all over. There were chains hanging from the ceiling, assorted torture devices and binds, as well as whips, masks, gags scattered all around. It had the feeling of a dungeon deep in the bowels of a castle, and yet there was a large bed placed in the very middle of the room, its bed sheet crimson as blood.

Sitting on that bed was the man she'd been introduced to before, the extraordinary individual for whom both Grayfia and Venelana had sung praises. There he sat, naked, his gaze turned downward towards—

Towards where his crotch was, from where rose a formidable tower of flesh. Twenty, thirty inches of manhood, as thick as her forearm and longer, curved, turgid, veiny, showed her exactly what kind of "extraordinary" they had all said he'd wielded.

And somehow, her two fellow Devils were on their knees on the floor, attending to it dutifully with their hands.

"Greetings," said Venelana, who wore nothing but a transparent negligee that nonetheless still showed off everything. One of her hands was on Issei's body caressing his young, manly chest; the other pumped at the base of his enormous cock, near where his warm nuts lay.

Grayfia flanked him on the other side of his cock, and she wore nothing at all but a ribbon around her neck, which she'd also worn as a maid. She flashed her bedroom eyes at her. Both hands were busy; one held the tip of the man's cock and was pointing it down, pointed towards a cup filled with tea held in the other hand.

"Welcome, my dear," she said, as if there wasn't anything strange about the situation at all. "We believed it was time for you to know the truth: the truth about the source of the delicious milk you all crave. Master, if you could?"

The man nodded, then leaned back on the bed. The penis seemed to bulge outward by the tip, as something rumbled from within. Then the tip belched out something white and gooey, the first hot globule landing straight into the tea. Its sheer size splashed nearly all of the tea flat out, making such a dreadful spill. Then, Venelana grabbed the tip towards her, enduring the constant stream of white spunk now landing on her own body, and then swallowed it, forcing the rest of the cum down her gullet.

"Wha-?" The Lady was completely shell-shocked at the sight.

"Ssshhh…" Grayfia said, who'd stood and held out the cup towards her. Despite herself, the Lady Phenex found herself swallowing loudly and stumbling forward, as if she were feeling a tug coming from the fresh load of baby batter there. "Here, have some tea."

"Yet it is obviously not tea," she tried to say, but the only word that came out was a stammered "tea".

Grayfia made hushing noises once more, and pushed the slimy-filled cup onto her hands. Then, the maid Devil helped her lift it up to her mouth. The fresh, funky smell was overwhelming, making her dizzy, yet also making her quite thirsty. Without hesitation, she lifted her head and downed the whole contents of the tea cup with one gulp. The searing, hot mess of tea and semen burned like liquor on her tongue, and when it reached her throat, it created a fire within her that now seemed impossible to extinguish.

"Pfuuuh… haaaah…"

"That's a good face," Grayfia whispered, giving her flushed cheeks a light slap. "Perfect for the Master." Ordinarily she would have balked, incensed at her impropriety, but the lady did not care this time. As the tasty seed drifted down to her gut, the only thought in her mind was more.

More.

Grayfia idly tugged at the collar of her clothes. Then, she brazenly cupped her breast. "You want more?" She nodded, dumbly. "Then you know what must be done, don't you?"

She swallowed. "I… d—dick. F-from dick."

"From master's dick," Grayfia amended, squeezing her chin slightly and pointing it towards Issei. With a start, she realized the boy was staring straight at her, his eyes smoldering and hungry, like an unchained beast. Now, will this beast break me, or..?

"F-from his dick," she said.

Grayfia smiled. "It's time, Master," she said aloud. As if from some hidden signal, Grayfia and Venelana stepped away. The man named Issei stood, then snapped his fingers.

"Wha-?" She now saw there were two other copies of him, each standing behind one of the other women. Whatever questions or concerns she had were swiftly dispelled as they went away, and Issei approached.

"You are ready?" he said.

"Oh, um… my pardons… but…" she swallowed, now she saw the others take up position on the far side of the room. And the two—

-The two most powerful Devils she had ever known leaned against the wall and allowed the doppelgangers of this man standing before her to impale them with their duplicated man-meats. Not a moment later, their wanton cries filled the room: less the voices of sophisticated, powerful Devils, and more like broken bitches eager to be bred.

Broken…

She gasped lightly when Issei gripped her by the arm, and led her to the bed. Each step she took was like a bell gonging loudly in her mind, as if each step was leading her to the point of no return. And yet she did nothing, could feel her joy soar. When they reached the bedside, Issei wrapped his arms around her. Again, the Devil balked at such impropriety, before she felt a warm sensation on her lips. The impolite brute was kissing her! Why the nerve… And such force… Casting her fears, her doubts, everything to the wind, she leaned into the kiss, and allowed herself to be swept away.

Issei pinned her to the bed, and they made out all the while, leaning into each other's touches. His hands start wandering all over her body—pawing at her chest, tracing over the nipples that were unmistakably erect, and all the while sending shivers down her already frazzled spine. She recognized it as a most distracting form of foreplay, as she was unable to marshal any kind of thoughts of resistance, only allowing herself and her body to succumb, however reluctantly, to the young man's spirited assault on her outer defenses. He certainly treated her as a lover should: kissing her full on the mouth, while his hands explored her body, testing particular spots that made her shiver or tense visibly, like a general scouting out the battlefield.

Slowly but surely he unraveled her, peeling her one fabric after another while priming his touch over the remaining fabric. He kissed her nipples through her underwear, causing it to appear through the moistness created. He flicked at it playfully, causing her to seize in pleasure. Then Issei opened her up, pushing aside her outer blouse to expose her delicate inside. He placed his mouth in-between her boobs, breathing in deep of her aroused scent.

Finally he set her free from the last shred of pretension left in her upper body, causing her to cover her breasts up subconsciously. But Issei kept the assault going, kissing her deeply and softly while urging her barely resisting arms away. Then he dove into her exposed boobs, raining small butterfly kisses all around the soft, squishy-like surface, all the while avoiding her erect nipples which stood up, ready for his attention.

The temptation worked, as Issei focused his attack on the Lady Phenex's nipples this time, sucking them into his warm, pleasant mouth before using his fingers to flick and wiggle it, causing agonizing jolts to course through her body.

"Nggh… arghhh…!"

She ran her hands all over his head, grasping fists of his hair by the roots as her body squirmed under his ministrations, his bald worship of her voluptuous self. He moved from one mountaintop to the other, occasionally only grazing her valley with a quick lick of his ravenous tongue. And then, before she can tense and prepare for yet another session of nip-sucking, his tongue unexpectedly descended, tracing a wet, crooked line down to her navel.

The Lady Phenex wore conservatively, but that was only on normal occasions. On the more recent tea parties she'd undertaken to wear more risqué outfits, exemplified by her low-cut skirt, which barely hid the precious junction between her thighs. She wore knee-high transparent stockings, an odd choice of wear for one purported to be a lady Devil. Nonetheless it made Issei's job easier, as he was quickly able to zip her skirt down, revealing embroidered black panties that currently exuded a strong, heady musk. He felt no shame or disgust in pushing his face deep over her crotch, reveling in the strong stench while his tongue traced her cunt's current arousal over the delicate fabric. Her hips bucked, as a slight, keening whine started to come from her throat. Then, he pulled her panties down, letting it gather around her ankles.

"Thanks for the food," Issei intoned, before pushing himself forward, tongue lolling out, and closed his mouth over her lower lips. He laid his greedy tongue flat against her labia, intent on tasting her and everything else about her. Thus, he laid about her lips, like he were flailing his sword around, though to another point of view it was like a dog greedily slobbering all over a piece of food. Both true, in another sense, as Issei definitely cared not for such thoughts any longer as he pushed deeper in, using his tongue to lap up all of the Lady's juices, while feeling his way into her. He smeared his own face liberally with her aroused juices, enjoying the awesome rush of exploring new territory, of preparing yet another pussy to be claimed completely for his own use. And when she moaned right on time, his tongue having found a delicate bundle of nerves to torment, his smile widened, as he slurped up each gush of wetness that came streaming out with a loud smack!

After a while, he shifted upwards, his tongue now darting forward and back like a snake as it sought to please her erect clit. She was already erect, but he used his fingers to keep her pink exposed clit clear for him to munch and nuzzle, causing a steady pressure of involuntary pleasure to shoot up the Lady's spine. The world was his oyster, and so was her pussy, as he probed over and recorded the many spots that deeply affected her—each time returning and priming those spots, as if he was literally pressing the love buttons that made her so hot and oh so unbelievably bothered.

The Lady Phenex, on her part, was responding eagerly to his ministrations. If Venelana or Grayfia still had an ounce of sanity left they would've remarked about how easier it was to reduce her to a bubbling wreck for all the cum she ingested in the many preceding tea parties. But they kept such opinions for themselves—not that it was hard, considering their current predicament.

She'd gotten her thighs practically sandwiching him now, a clear sign of her intense arousal and ultimately her acceptance of his ministrations. Had she still been reluctant her thighs had enough force to crush a boulder into pieces; now she was providing him a wonderful squeeze that forced his face deeper in—if he were not already eagerly slurping her up for all she had. His fingers were no wedged into the sopping cave beyond her lips, twisting and squirming and generally activating all manner of nerves and sensations. The assault, combined with Issei's tongue, forced a strong concession from the Lady: the proof of her defeat, her cumming into the face of a man who wasn't her intended husband.

"Hrgghhghghghg!"

She was well-trained, though, absurdly so. While her whole body shivered, her hands gripping onto his hair so much that it hurt, she was at least able to suppress her wails through loud snorts and close-mouthed screams. The thought made Issei grin. He would've loved to slowly ease into her defenses for however long it took, merely staying in this position, inhaling large mouthfuls of her pussy juices for long periods of time until she finally succumbed with a loud, wailing orgasm.

But Issei was yet young, and he was impatient. He climbed up her body, planting deep, biting kisses along his way, until he returned to her lips. This time, the Lady Phenex kissed back eagerly, melting into his touch with but a single flick of his tongue against hers. Issei grabbed her breasts and flicked about the nipples constantly, causing her to whine into his mouth.

Then, the Lady Phenex surprised him when he felt her hand snake down and fondle the tip of his cock. She certainly was an adventurous sort, he thought, as she pulled and kneaded at the monstrous girth like she were squeezing a toothpaste tube, expecting something to come out the end. She was also rather brave, as she seemed to think nothing on the way his length was more than half her torso's height, or that it was as thick as one of her thighs. Lo and behold, she was guiding his manhood downward, steering the tip towards where her entrance was. Issei had to lean back, almost dismissing the kiss, as he needed some distance in order to plunge his cock in. The Lady spread open her legs, and hugged the back of her knees to better present her entrance to him.

"Do it, sir Issei," she whispered, her breath husky against his ear. "Breed me. Break me. Take your big, fat cock and make me as mindless as those things…" she indicated the two helpless Devils behind him, "Make me a doll for your amusement."

"Fffuck!" Unable to help himself, Issei plunged straight into her in one, smooth movement, aided by the relative wetness of her hole. A sweet jolt of pleasure was his reward, as was the continuous suction of her tight tunnel that now surrounded his length. For her part, she'd sucked in her breath audibly, her eyes widening in typical surprise of the sudden invasion of his length. There was the expected tears shimmering in her eyes, and then the burst of spit from her pursed lips. A vein seemed to throb in her forehead as the delayed sensation of his entrance got to her at last.

Issei moved. In that small movement he dragged her body along, as he was currently taking a big space in her bulged-up belly. He paused, then slapped her breasts. "Breathe, Devil-san."

At that command, she exhaled loudly, and with it came a hitherto long suppressed groan that seemed to come from the depths of her soul, increasing in volume until her cry matched that of the Devils being stuffed full behind her.

"Oh myohmyohmywhatiswhatiswhatis…. Haaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!" After tensing once, then twice, she collapsed back on the bed. Issei felt the strong, vacuuming sensation of her cumming, and felt the small discharge of her sex juice onto his balls. For a moment, something in her made Issei pause and consider her reaction more carefully. He wondered if the sensations she was undergoing was actually overwhelming her, which was bad for a first time. Even Venelana, who'd fainted after their first coupling, actually had that first coupling.

Thankfully, his worries were dispelled only a moment later. The Lady Phenex breathed once, twice, then her eyes fluttered open, as if she were just coming to. She caught Issei's eye.

"…Is something the matter?"

Issei shook his head. "Well, that's something that should be asked of you, not me."

She looked down, and coasted her hands over the visible bump on her skin, as if appraising it. "You feel so warm, child. So this is how it feels… to be completely filled.

"Come now, my erstwhile lover. I did demand things of you at the start, did I not? Don't worry about me. What you'll do to me is exactly what I need from you. Breed me hard and fast and long, as if today was the day you die. Destroy me so utterly I can no longer function as I am. Break me into so many pieces that I can no longer find myself. But most of all—" she seemed to brace, her muscles tensing, her love tunnel squeezing pointedly around him. Then, she spoke, in a voice that brooked no censure, no refusal, cold and regal, belonging to a queen, with bedroom eyes that demanded the whole world, "Make me forget that this is wrong. Make me believe this moment is ours. And if you can, young one, do try your best to make me yours."

Issei thrust forward, all restraints gone. He plowed into her full force, their conjoined hips forming a bridge of lust from where beads and ropes of sweat and juices gushing out to spread like a flood all over the crimson sheets, and which coated their bodies in a sticky, glistening sheen. With each withdrawal he pushed out her fluids from within, and with every full smack into her womb he caused her to secrete more.

"Ohhhh… Ahhhh…. Haaahhhnnnn…!"

Issei's every thrust literally took her breath away, causing stars to bloom in her vision and her eyes to roll back to the top of her head. It thus reduced her cries and moans to incoherent, beast-like sounds and grunts. Pretty soon, as his pace quickened, she was all the more left breathless, and could only utter weak whines and pants that could barely be heard over the omnipresent sound of flesh slapping firmly against flesh.

In what would perhaps be her last coherent action, she wrapped her legs around his back, forming an inescapable lock that was utterly unnecessary in the face of Issei's appetite. Nonetheless, the Devil's strength ensured it would be a steady lock, which assisted his rhythm: for every time he withdrew, his back would hit her legs and his manhood immediately forced back inside from the rebound with little input from Issei himself. And so Issei could concentrate more on grinding his hips into her, digging deep, near-permanent furrows inside her tight tunnel in order to forever mark her hole as his.

It was a slow, gradual process, but eventually her face began to resemble her fellow Devils more and more. Slack-jawed, drooling, eyes lost in a hazy mist of unseeing. She seemed to ignore the many ways Issei plumbed her pussy, forcing ripples to spread across her smooth, milky-white skin. Her blonde curls, once expertly set and coiffed, were now a curly mess spread out against the bedsheet. The repeated orgasms he brought her to had taken a toll on her mind, not to mention the strain put on her body by the sheer size of him. Even Venelana had to use copious amounts of magic just to keep up, and she was the one who was most enthusiastic about it!

Just the sight of her lying there, taking it, as he slid into her pussy—well, from this angle it was like he was sliding into her whole body—made Issei's pride swell, and his cocktip throb something fierce. It was like a fearsome beast was trying to be let loose from inside his chest. He couldn't help but wrap his arms around her beautiful, voluptuous body, in doing so reducing full-hilt thrusts into frantic, grinding motions of his hips. The friction formed between their joined bodies, each bathed in a generous amount of sweat and sexual fluids, made it seem as if their bodies had become entire sexual organs in themselves, with each motion sending electric bursts of pleasure straight into their animal brains.

And then there came an indescribable, fizzing sensation that spread throughout their bodies. The Lady Phenex, even in her current state, was still able to feel it—it was like a current of sexual energy that was slowly burning through her body. It emanated from her worn-out genitals, like a prelude to another bout of cumming, only this time much stronger. It was as if her pussy had instinctively known what was coming, and was only naturally bracing itself for what was to come.

Issei, of course, had been building up to this moment. The high-strung tension had been piling up like a mountain for the past few hours. Blood roared in his ears and throughout his meat stick. His balls clenched, ready to unleash another burst of its load that had been steadily churning within it for so long. The rest of the world was gone to both Issei and the Lady, as if the whole world were watching with bated breath for the great and glorious climax. Issei's body instinctively knew this, as he grunted and heaved on top of her, ready to completely seed this female body with his essence. On the other side, the lady Phenex's body also knew this: and though it was clear by the way the invader was already inside the womb, violating it, it at least made ready to accept its seed, to make ready a place for it within the lady's body. And so, her pussy slowly tightened its grip, however weak it was against his size, her toes curled, her ankles tightened closer around his back, and her back arched.

As a final, massive burst of wetness exploded from her, Issei's cock exploded at the same time: huge, relentless streams of his white-hot spunk entered the lady's womb with every potent thrust. Her pussy folds struggled to milk him, smothered his whole length with their desperate squeezing and tightening, therefore forcing him to shoot every last drop of semen from his balls into her waiting womb, which was already full from the initial bursts.

While their orgasm burned forward, Issei's tongue-deep inside her mouth, his tongue firmly probing and intertwining with her, as if he were slurping all of her piteous cries and screams as the thunderous orgasm shook her entire body. This was to secure his dominance over her, marking her here as he was already marking her below. It didn't take long for Issei to feel the size of her belly expanding, as her womb could no longer handle the sheer size of the cum he'd deposited. Sighing, Issei looked up, and saw that his "boys" had also stopped breeding Grayfia and Venelana. Since they were synced with him, any orgasm he felt was also felt by them—although no cum came out. That still left his other two lovers with body-convulsing orgasms of their own, slumped as they were over his doppelganger's body.

Finally, when he felt his orgasm settling down, (and when he also felt hers settle, when she finally unhooked her ankles behind him to have her legs fall slack against the bed, her gaping pussy allowing fresh hot cum to escape through the small fleshy crevices) Issei wrapped himself around her, returning his mouth to hers: intertwining legs and arms and fingers as he intertwined his tongue against hers. It was here that he dozed off, his cock still hard and firmly lodged within her.

When the Lady Phenex woke some moments later, it was to a strange sight. Both Venelana and Grayfia were staring down at her, smiling like cats that had eaten too many canaries.

"Wh-what?" Then the memories came rushing back. "Wait, that boy…!"

"Hush now, my dear," said Grayfia.

"We are sorry for waking you. But you needed to see this, after all."

She tried to move, but found that impossible. Then she discovered that something big and hard was still impaled within her, and that there was a warm body behind, or rather, below her.

"Congratulations on joining us," Grayfia said, even as she squeaked in panic and shame. She wanted them not to look, not to see how she'd been improper, been made to look the fool, been made to be broken…

"She looks much better this way," said Venelana. "You were right, Grayfia."

"Indeed. Out of all of us, she looks better acting like a doll just being used for Master's pleasure." Each word was like a chain dragging her back into some formless mud that threatened to overwhelm her, change her. She found herself fearing to be consumed, but a major part of her didn't care. She wanted to dive. She wanted the carnal depravity.

"What do you think, Master?"

"I think I'd like to break her more," he said behind her, and she saw his hands appear to squeeze her tits. Then he moved, making her squeal as the large dick started grinding into her.

"O-oohhh…"

There was a snap of a finger, and standing over her were two more copies of the man. She felt him leave her, and it felt strange, having a pussy that gaped wide open like a mouth. And yet, she felt nothing but a strange thrill when she saw what was going to happen next. One of the doppelgangers went down on his knees before her, and aligned its own dick back into her pussy. The previous member was now placed at the small, puckered entrance of her ass.

"Ah."

She could only make that noise of realization, before she found her neck snagged by something like a chain, and her head was forced back, to look upwards. Then she found the third doppelganger, or rather, its member, staring straight at her, like some worm.

From the corner of her eyes, she could see Grayfia and Venelana also about to do the same: each ready to be impaled by ass, by pussy, and further by mouth and throat. Three monstrous manhoods, ready to make sport of a woman's body, like a pack of wolves worrying at their fresh meal.

And yet each of them smiled at her, as if sharing some joke. Then, they gasped, when the others began, their eyes going crosswise, their bodies lost against the invading, relentless colossi of sexual vigour.

She knew she would have that expression, when the doppelganger finally bid her open her mouth, and she tasted him on her tongue. Then, as one, the three dicks pushed forward, completely breaking the once proud Devil into many pieces.

It was strange. It was definitely strange. Here she stood, together with Rias Gremory and her retainer, peeking into a room through a crack in the door and eavesdropping in the most un-ladylike manner!

And yet, she could not help but be curious, as was the case weeks ago when Mother had invited her to a frequent tea party. The tea had been so delicious, and had sparked much unladylike fires within her that she was no longer functioning as a good Piece of her brother's Peerage. It was mortifying, and yet she could not stop coming back.

And now she was standing here and staring at something quite more outrageous. Quite more impossible to believe, and yet it was staring at them right in the face. Or more importantly, they were there, staring at them right in the face.

With almost identical expressions of pleasure on their faces, Rias' and Ravel's mothers, along with Grayfia Lucifuge, each sat and bounced on some man's lap, their stomachs bulging like they were fully gravid expectant mothers, their nipples streaming white fluid down on their naked bodies, each rocking motion forming lewd ripples all over their beautifully buxom bodies. Their cries rent the air, like feral beasts grunting in some wilderness, while an enduring smack-smack sound, like fresh meat slapping against each other, filled the air. And the stench was at once familiar, unfamiliar, and exhilarating. It sent shivers down Ravel's spine, culminating in the old feeling of the fresh batch of warm wetness blooming in her panties. Some of it even dripped down her thighs, and yet she could not look away.

The three young voyeurs could only watch, their forms clearly obvious to anyone within the room, as the three women they knew well wailed like the bitches they truly were—happily and lovingly.

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