"That felt good, didn't it, Naruto-kun?"
"Y-Yes, Grayfia-sama! More, please! Please give me more!"
"You were the right person to call, Grayfia-nee-sama. He's always been eager, but... this is next level," Rias muttered, watching as Naruto kissed Grayfia's foot desperately, his cock throbbing and his eyes hazy as he was on his knees.
"He was held on the edge of a powerful orgasm for multiple minutes, and then once he was able to cum and reached the peak of his pleasure, he was held there as well," Grayfia chuckled, looking down at the man desperately kissing her feet, "No man can experience that and not have their mind altered a bit. His body wants to feel that insane pleasure again, and he knows I'm the only one who can give it to him. He'll do anything to experience it again."
Grayfia then raised her foot, putting it on Naruto's head and pushing his face into the floor below. The polished wood was cold against his cheek, a stark, hard contrast to the warm, living prison of her foot. He didn't struggle. He just lay there, a willing sacrifice at the altar of her power, a pathetic, whimpering mess who was completely and utterly at her mercy. The pressure was immense, a crushing weight that made it hard to breathe, but he welcomed it. It was a sign of her ownership, a physical manifestation of her absolute control.
"However," Grayfia declared, her tone shifting from a condescending amusement to a cool, businesslike efficiency, "He is your Rook, Rias-sama. This was so that he would always obey you, not me."
She looked down at the writhing, whimpering mess beneath her foot.
"And so, we will simply transfer that devotion," she explained, her lips curving into a small smirk. "I will replace the insane, mind-breaking pleasure he associates with me, and attach it to you. His devotion will be absolute. His loyalty will be unquestionable. He will be a tool that obeys your every command, without thought, without hesitation."
Rias simply nodded at her words, looking a bit uncertainly at Grayfia, as she didn't know what that meant.
"Please strip, Rias-sama," Grayfia told the other woman, and Rias nodded.
She reached behind her back, her long, slender fingers finding the small buttons of her Kuoh Academy uniform. With a slow, deliberate pull, she undid them, one by one. The fabric parted, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her back and the lacy edge of a black bra that struggled to contain her massive breasts. She shrugged the shirt from her shoulders, and it pooled around her feet, leaving her in only her bra and a loose skirt. She did the same to her skirt, pulling it down and letting it fall to the ground, until finally she was only in a pair of black panties and a bra. Then, she reached behind her back, her fingers deftly unhooking the clasp of her bra. The lace fabric fell away, and her enormous breasts spilled out, bouncing slightly with the movement.
Grayfia watched with a small grin. She then reached down, her fingers wrapping around a handful of Naruto's blond hair. She pulled, a sharp, brutal tug that made him cry out with a strangled, desperate sound. He was dragged up from the floor, his body a puppet on her strings, and he was soon kneeling, his gaze locked on the magnificent, near-naked form of Rias Gremory. But, at that moment, the usually insanely-arousing Rias looked... dull. Compared to the pleasure Grayfia had given him, Naruto felt almost disappointed at the sight of Rias' body.
"Touch yourself," Grayfia commanded easily.
He didn't need to be told twice, even if Rias looked dull by comparison. His hand flew to his cock, and he started to stroke with a slow, yet frantic rhythm that was a desperate attempt to recapture the feeling Grayfia had given him before.
Grayfia then did something that made Rias's breath hitch in her throat. She, the "Strongest Queen," the woman who radiated an aura of absolute, untouchable power, knelt. She lowered herself to the floor, her movements fluid and graceful, until she was on her hands and knees, a picture of humble submission.
She then leaned forward, and Naruto's eyes went wide.
Grayfia pressed her lips against the soft, warm skin of Rias's right ass cheek.
The contact was electric. It was a worshipful, reverent touch that was a clear, unspoken declaration of devotion. She kissed her again, and again, her lips pressing into each part of Rias's magnificent rear with a slow, deliberate rhythm.
"I've always been jealous of this ass, Rias-sama," Grayfia purred, her voice a low, seductive poison that was laced with a genuine, almost painful admiration. She looked up, her icy eyes locking with Rias's surprised gaze. "It's perfect. So large, so round, so... powerful. Sirzechs-sama has spoken of it, you know. That man is such a sis-con... he said it's the finest rear in all the Underworld right to his wife's face. It's a throne worthy of the next Head of Gremory."
Rias stared, a look of surprise on her face. She had always respected Grayfia and even feared her a little. She had seen her as a pillar of cold, unyielding strength, a being who was above such things as jealousy or worship. But here she was, on her knees, her lips pressed against her ass, her words a flowery, almost desperate praise that made Rias's head spin.
For Naruto, it was a revelation. His world, which had been shattered and then rebuilt around the singular, all-consuming figure of Grayfia Lucifuge, was now being torn apart and reassembled once more. The woman who was the source of the infinite pleasure, the goddess to whom he had pledged his very soul, was now on her knees. And she was worshipping the ass of Rias Gremory. The sheer, overwhelming power dynamics at play were a vortex that pulled him in, erasing the last, fragmented pieces of his old self. His gaze drifted between Grayfia's submissive form and Rias's magnificent rear, and a new understanding began to dawn in his pleasure-fogged mind.
Grayfia continued her worship, her kisses becoming more fervent, more desperate. She moved lower, her lips trailing a slow, deliberate path down the back of Rias's thighs. She then moved to her feet, taking one of Rias's perfect, delicate feet in her hands. She kissed the arch, a soft, gentle touch that was a clear, unspoken sign of her submission.
"You are far more beautiful than I could ever be, Rias-sama," Grayfia whispered, her words a heartfelt confession. She looked up, her icy eyes looking at Rias with devotion in them, "Your beauty is a natural, divine grace. You are a true goddess. A true master. And I... I am nothing but a humble servant in your presence."
She then took Rias's big toe in her mouth, and a small gasp escaped Rias's lips. Naruto watched, his hand still stroking his aching cock, a slow, frantic rhythm that was a desperate attempt to find release. The sight was a potent, mind-altering drug. The woman who had been his god was now a worshipper, and the object of her worship was Rias. His mind, a malleable, shattered thing, was making new connections. The pleasure, the devotion, the absolute submission he felt for Grayfia was now being transferred, rewired, and grafted onto the magnificent, near-naked form of the red-haired devil who was now standing before him, a look of surprised, yet smug satisfaction on her face.
"He's starting to see it," Grayfia observed, her lips curving into a sly smirk as she looked up at Rias. "But the transfer is not nearly complete. It's like planting a seed. It needs... nourishment. It needs a ritual."
She then looked over at Naruto, who was still kneeling, a desperate, whimpering mess who was caught between the overwhelming pleasure of the past and the confusing, shifting reality of the present.
"Naruto," she commanded, her tone a calm, authoritative word that was a clear, unspoken order. "Come here. Kneel next to me. Next to your new god."
The words hit him like a physical blow. New god. The phrase echoed in the hollowed-out chambers of his mind, a confusing yet compelling idea. He crawled forward, a desperate, pathetic mess who was completely and utterly at her mercy. He stopped next to Grayfia, his gaze locked on Rias's magnificent rear. He could still feel the ghost of Grayfia's ice, a lingering, tormenting echo of the pleasure that had shattered him, but now, a new sensation was blooming. A fresh, hot wave of lust was washing over him, a tide of desire that was pulling him towards Rias.
"Now," Grayfia declared, her voice a low, seductive purr that was laced with a sadistic glee, "we will worship together. We will show our new master the devotion she deserves."
She leaned forward, pressing her own beautiful, aristocratic face deep into the massive, jiggling globes of Rias's ass. The contact was electric, a fresh wave of pleasure that shot through Naruto just from watching. Grayfia's hands came up, cupping the magnificent, heavy flesh, her long, slender fingers sinking into the perfect, supple skin. She inhaled deeply, a look of pure, unadulterated bliss on her face.
"Follow," she commanded, her voice a muffled, yet clear order from within the fleshy prison.
Naruto didn't hesitate. He leaned forward, mimicking her actions with a desperate, almost reverent fervor. He pressed his own face into the other, equally magnificent cheek, the soft, warm flesh enveloping him in a familiar, yet suddenly new, suffocating embrace. He moaned, a long, low sound of pure, unadulterated pleasure that was swallowed by the immense, fleshy cheeks. His hand flew to his cock, and he started to stroke, a fast, frantic rhythm that was a desperate attempt to find the release he so desperately craved.
"Yes... just like that," Grayfia moaned, her own voice muffled by Rias's flesh. "This... this is a real ass. It's so much better... so much more powerful than my own pathetic, flat rear."
Her words were a poison, a sweet, venomous nectar that seeped into Naruto's fractured mind. His goddess, the source of all pleasure, was degrading herself and was elevating Rias to a station even higher than her own. The cognitive dissonance was a delicious, mind-breaking torment. He moaned again, the sound a desperate, pleading plea as he humped against his hand.
"Look at you, Rias-sama," Grayfia continued, her praise becoming more desperate. "You are the most beautiful devil to ever live. A true goddess. Your power radiates from you, intoxicating all who are near. Your body is a temple, a masterpiece of creation that even the gods must envy."
Rias gasped, a small, involuntary sound of pleasure. The sheer, overwhelming praise from the woman she admired and feared was a potent, heady drug. She had always been confident in her beauty, but to hear it from Grayfia Lucifuge, the "Strongest Queen," the woman who was the epitome of cold, untouchable perfection, was a validation that was almost too much to bear.
"And this ass..." Grayfia moaned, her voice a breathless, worshipful whisper. "This magnificent, perfect ass... It's a throne. A throne worthy of a goddess."
She then looked up, her icy eyes locking with Rias's wide ones. There was a strange, almost desperate look in her gaze, a confession that was both humiliating and incredibly arousing.
"I... I have a secret, Rias-sama," she stammered, her cheeks flushing a delicate, rare pink. "Something I've never told anyone."
Rias leaned forward slightly, her curiosity piqued.
"Sirzechs-sama... my husband... the Maou... he..." Grayfia took a ragged breath, the words catching in her throat. "He makes me... he makes me wear a red wig... and your school uniform... when we... when we're alone."
Rias's jaw went slack. A jolt of pure, unadulterated shock shot through her, followed immediately by a wave of dark, smug satisfaction. The Maou, the most powerful being in the Underworld, her own brother, used his wife, the Strongest Queen, as a surrogate for her. The sheer, overwhelming audacity of it, the pathetic, incestuous longing, was a power trip so potent it made her head spin. She looked down at the two horny beings kneeling before her, at their worshipful, devoted faces,
"He says... he says it's the only way," Grayfia continued, her words a pathetic, whimpering confession. "He says that even his own wife... even the Strongest Queen... can't compare to the natural, divine beauty of Rias Gremory."
Rias let out a slow, deep laugh. A rich, musical sound that was filled with a triumphant, predatory glee. This was it. This was absolute power. The power of raw, undeniable sexuality, a force so strong it could make gods and queens kneel. As Grayfia praised her and as Naruto stroked desperately to her, her own arousal started to build as even Sirzechs favored her over his own wife.
Naruto's mind, a fragile, fractured thing, was being hammered with new commandments. His goddess, the source of infinite pleasure, was a fraud. A substitute. A pale imitation of the true deity. His eyes, wide and hazy with lust-drunk confusion, were glued to the magnificent, jiggling globes of Rias's ass. The pleasure he felt from Grayfia's past torments was being rewritten, the intense memories now a pale prequel to the overwhelming presence before him. He stroked his cock faster, a desperate, frantic motion that was a silent, pleading prayer.
"It's... it's almost complete," Grayfia panted, pulling her face back slightly from the fleshy heaven she had been worshipping. Her lipstick was smudged, a rare sign of her dishevelment. Her cheeks were flushed, and a fire burned in her icy blue eyes, a mixture of shame and a fierce, terrifying glee. "But the neural pathways are still fragile. They need to be burned in. Seared with fire. It is time for the final touches."
She moved with a fluid, predatory grace, crawling around Naruto's trembling form. He let out a confused whimper as she knelt behind him, her warm, firm body pressing against his back. He could feel the soft fabric of her stockings against his skin, the curve of her breasts against his shoulder blades. Then, her arm snaked around him, her long, slender fingers wrapping around the aching shaft of his cock.
He cried out, a strangled gasp of pure pleasure. Her touch was electric, a familiar, beloved sensation that sent him rocketing towards the edge. The friction, the pressure, and the memory of the heaven she had once denied him were all too much. He was there. Right there. He could feel the pressure building, a tidal wave of pleasure about to break.
And then it stopped.
A familiar, brutal cold washed over him, so sudden and absolute it felt like a physical blow. He gasped, his hips bucking forward into a void. His cock, once again, was encased in a prison of unfeeling ice. But this time, it was different. Grayfia didn't let go. Her fingers, now impossibly cold, continued to stroke him. Up and down, up and down, a maddening, rhythmic motion. He could feel the ghost of a touch, the memory of friction, but the pleasure was denied. He was trapped on the very precipice, a victim of the most exquisite torture imaginable. His body convulsed, a frantic, desperate twitch. A strangled, mindless whine escaped his lips.
"No... no... please..." he begged, the words a choked, pathetic sob.
"Silence, beast," Grayfia commanded, her lips brushing against his ear, her voice a whisper. She grabbed his hair with a sharp, brutal grip and yanked his head back.
His gaze was forcibly torn away from the magnificent, round altar of Rias's ass. He stared blankly at the opposite wall, the sight a bland, meaningless canvas. The cold, maddening stroking of his frozen cock continued, a frustrating, tormenting loop that was driving him insane.
"You do not feel pleasure from this wall," Grayfia stated, her tone a calm, dispassionate lecture that was more terrifying than any threat. "You do not feel pleasure from me. You will only feel pleasure when you are looking at her. Your sight, your pleasure, your entire being, is now conditioned to her form. Your release is her property. Your gaze is her leash."
She let go of his cock, the sudden cessation of the maddening stroking almost as agonizing as the sensation itself. He whimpered, a pathetic, desperate sound. Then, with a firm, unyielding pressure, she forced his head forward.
His face was plunged back into the warm, suffocating paradise of Rias's ass cheek.
The moment he made contact, the ice vanished.
It was an explosion. The pleasure, which had been held in a state of agonizing suspension, came flooding back in a single, soul-shattering wave. He screamed into the flesh, the sound muffled into a desperate, worshipful moan. His hips bucked wildly, and a thick, hot rope of cum came right up to the tip of his cock, only a split second from firing forward. But before the wave could crest, before the bliss could wash over him, Grayfia struck again.
Her hand, still on the back of his head, wrenched him away. Her other hand, a blur of motion, grabbed his still-spurting cock. The ice returned, mid-ejaculation. The pleasure was snuffed out like a candle flame, replaced by a shocking, brutal cold that made him cry out. He was caught in a horrifying loop, a pendulum of bliss and torment, with Rias's ass as the pivot point.
Again, she held his head, forcing him to stare at the blank, uninteresting wall. Her cold fingers stroked the frozen, agonized flesh of his shaft.
"Pleasure is not here," she stated, her voice a flat, absolute truth.
Then, she shoved him back into the warm flesh.
The ice vanished. The pleasure returned. He moaned, his cum surging forward again as it tried desperately to escape. Then, she pulled him away again, and the ice returned as he was denied.
She repeated the process, over and over. A brutal, mechanical conditioning. Each cycle was a fresh hell. Each plunge into Rias's ass was a fleeting glimpse of heaven. Each yank away was a fall into a frozen abyss. His mind was a raw, bleeding thing, being branded with a single, inescapable truth: Rias equals pleasure. Nothing else.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity, she stopped. She held his face just an inch away from the quivering, perfect flesh. The ice remained. His cock was a statue of frozen, agonized need. He was a whimpering, blubbering mess, a broken toy dangling from her strings.
"Please... please... I can't... I can't take it..." Naruto sobbed, tears streaming down his face as his eyes were glazed over, mixing with the drool that coated his chin. "Grayfia-sama... Rias-sama... please... let me cum..."
Grayfia leaned in, her lips brushing against his other ear.
"Then you must earn it," she whispered, "You will praise her. You will debase me. You will use the words you have heard, and you will make them your own. You will convince me. Convince me that you understand. Convince me that you are worthy of the pleasure she can grant you."
She let go of his head. He stayed there, hovering at the precipice, his face so close he could feel the warmth radiating from Rias's skin.
"Begin," Grayfia commanded.
Naruto took a ragged, shuddering breath. The words were there, echoing in the shattered remnants of his mind, a flow of submission and degradation that he now had to make his own.
"R-Rias-sama..." he stammered, the words a choked, pathetic whisper. He stared at the magnificent, quivering globe of flesh before him, a vision of overwhelming, suffocating perfection. "You're... you're a goddess. A true goddess. Your... your beauty is... is divine."
He swallowed hard, the next words catching in his throat. He could feel Grayfia's presence behind him, a cold, intense pressure that was a clear, unspoken command to continue.
"This ass... this perfect, magnificent ass..." he continued, his voice gaining a sliver of desperate, feverish conviction. "It's... It's a throne. A throne for the most beautiful devil in the Underworld! It's so much... so much better than... than..."
He hesitated, a flicker of fear warring with the desperate, all-consuming need for release.
"Than hers!" he finally choked out, the words a sacrilege that burned as they left his lips. "Grayfia's... her ass is... is pathetic! It's... It's flat and useless! It can't... it can't compare to this. To this... perfection!"
He moaned, a long, low sound of pure, unadulterated need. The ice was a constant, agonizing torment, a screaming reminder of the pleasure that was being denied. He had to continue. He had to say the words.
"Even... even the Maou... Sirzechs... he knows it," he panted, the words flowing faster now, a frantic, desperate torrent of degradation and praise. "He knows that even... even the Strongest Queen... even his own wife... she's... she's nothing compared to you! He has to... he has to make her pretend to be you... just to feel... just to feel a fraction of your glory!"
He was nearly sobbing now, a pathetic, blubbering mess, and a frantic, cultish devotion filled his gaze, "She's... she's just a substitute! A pale, cheap imitation! You... you are the real thing! The one true goddess! Please... please, Rias-sama... I... I am nothing! I am a worthless beast! But I... I worship you! I live for you! Please... please grant me... release!"
He collapsed forward, his face pressing against the floor, his forehead touching the cool, polished wood just inches from Rias's feet. He had said it all. He had debased the goddess who had shattered him, and he had elevated the one who now held his fractured mind in her hands. He had given everything. And now, he could only wait.
A heavy silence filled the room. The only sound was Naruto's ragged, desperate breathing.
Then, he felt a touch.
It was not Grayfia's. This touch was warm, soft. A small, delicate hand rested on the top of his head. He looked up, his tear-filled, hazy eyes locking with the cool, amused gaze of Rias Gremory.
She looked down at him, a slow, triumphant smirk spreading across her beautiful face. She had not moved from her position. She had simply watched, a goddess observing the ritual of her own ascension.
"Look at you," she purred, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. She then looked at Grayfia, who was still kneeling behind Naruto, her own eyes alight with a terrifying, satisfied pride. "You did well, Grayfia-nee-sama. He's perfect now."
She then looked back down at him.
"You've learned your place, beast," she declared, her tone a calm, authoritative fact. "And now, for your reward."
She grabbed his head and forced him back down into his bowing position. Then, as the ice faded, the massive, heavy, entire weight of Rias Gremory's huge, juicy, and powerful ass descended onto the back hof is head. Rias squatted down on him, putting her entire weight on his head, as her massive cheeks consumed his world. And the pleasure returned.
It was not a wave. It was a tsunami. A cataclysmic, reality-bending explosion of pure, unadulterated ecstasy that made the heaven he had experienced with Grayfia feel like a faint, pathetic memory. It was the pleasure of Rias Gremory. The pleasure of a true goddess. A gift. A blessing. A brand.
His world dissolved into a white-hot supernova of release. A scream, a sound not of a human or a beast but of a soul being remade, tore from his throat. His body convulsed, a violent, shuddering spasm that was an instinctual reaction to the overwhelming sensation. A thick, hot torrent of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, a powerful, forceful stream that splattered against the polished wooden floor. It was a flood, a seemingly endless eruption that went on and on, each pulse a fresh wave of soul-shattering pleasure.
And it didn't stop. The ice didn't return. The pleasure didn't recede. It just kept coming. Wave after wave after wave of bliss, a perpetual, unending state of release that was a thousand times more pleasurable than anything he had ever felt. His mind, already a fragile, shattered thing, was finally, completely, and utterly obliterated.
He was nothing. He was no longer a man. He was no longer a horse. He was a vessel. A conduit for the pleasure of Rias Gremory. A moaning, writhing vessel of pleasure that was unending.
Rias shifted her weight, pushing her heavy rear down on Naruto's head again, and then stood up, a small, satisfied sigh escaping her lips. She looked down at the writhing, whimpering mess on the floor, a look of absolute superiority on her beautiful face. His twitching, pleasure-filled form was a testament to her power, a living trophy.
"Now," she said, her voice a calm, cool purr that was laced with a smug satisfaction. She looked over at her desk, at the fallen angel who was still trapped beneath its empty space. "Raynare. Clean up this mess."
Raynare, who had been watching the entire display with a mixture of shock and simmering arousal, flinched at the command. She looked from the twitching, cum-covered form of Naruto to the cool, commanding gaze of her new master.
"Stay on your hands and knees," Rias commanded, her tone a sharp, cutting lash that was laced with a smug satisfaction. "Crawl."
Raynare complied, her movements slow and stiff, a clear, unspoken sign of her humiliation. She crawled over to the writhing mess, her gaze fixed on the floor, unable to meet the eyes of the devils who now owned her. She stopped beside the pool of cum, a glistening, sticky mess that was a clear, undeniable testament to Naruto's complete and total submission.
"Lick it up," Rias commanded, her tone leaving no room for argument. "All of it. And don't you dare spill a drop."
Raynare's jaw tightened, but she lowered her head, her long, dark hair falling around her face like a curtain. She stuck out her small, pink tongue, and she touched it to the glistening, sticky mess. The taste was salty, a bit bitter, and humiliating. A fresh wave of shame washed over her, a hot, burning iron on her skin. But she obeyed. She started to lick, a slow, deliberate motion that was a clear, unspoken declaration of her submission.
Rias watched with a look of satisfaction on her face. She then turned her attention back to Grayfia, who had now risen to her feet, a small smirk playing on her beautiful lips.
"Thank you, Grayfia-nee-sama," Rias said, her tone being genuine, but also a bit smug, "I think he'll be much better behaved now. But, um... were you just saying that for his sake, or... was all that you said about Oni-sama..."
As Rias trailed off, Grayfia simply giggled lightly at her words, glancing away as she didn't meet Rias' gaze.
"Who knows?"
Chapter End
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. There are 5 more chapters on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar