"P–President! Are you finally feeling better?!" Issei asked, his eyes lighting up as Rias stepped into the Occult Research clubroom. However, instead of Rias warmly greeting him as she usually did, she gave him a bit of a bland look. She smiled, but it lacked its usual warmth, and looked stiff.
"Yes, I am, Issei. Thank you for worrying," She nodded, ignoring the slightly pointed look Akeno gave her in the process, "And I gathered you all here today to introduce you to someone. Someone who will be participating in the Rating Game with us."
"Huh? In the Rating Game?" Issei blinked, looking at her with confusion, "But, isn't it just your peerage that can participate, President? Do you have more members that I don't know about?!"
"That's usually true, Issei–kun, but," Akeno intervened, explaining for Issei as she stepped up behind him, and the pervert only half–listened as his eyes locked onto her massive tits, "If both parties agree on it, then outside members can be contracted to join."
"Correct. It's an exception that is rarely used, and is only really in place for friendly matches. With something important on the line, you'd be a fool to allow your opponent to enlist outside help," Rias nodded, but her lips twitched up into a light smirk, "Which is exactly what Riser is. He's too prideful to refuse."
Rias knew that Riser Phenex would've refused if she enlisted some top–notch assistance, like her brother or one of his peerage members, but a random Youkai he had never heard of? Riser would never 'embarrass the Phenex clan' by showing fear to a mere unknown Youkai.
"Alright! If he's going to let it happen, then we'll take whatever help we can get! I don't have any shame!" Issei grinned widely, looking over at Rias again, "So, whose going to help us?! I–Is it that woman, Grayfia? Oooh, I hope it's a babe!"
Issei couldn't help but get his hopes up, as after running into so many sexy women since becoming a devil, he hoped he'd get to meet another one now. But, as Rias walked over to the door and pushed it open, Issei's hopes came crashing down.
"A handsome bastard!" He shouted abruptly, pointing his finger accusingly as a blonde–haired man walked into the clubroom.
"Is that a compliment?" Naruto asked as he stepped in, and around Issei, every female in the room stiffened, "Yo."
Akeno's breath hitched in her throat as he entered the room, and she felt a sudden, intense warmth spread through her body. A soft blush bloomed on her cheeks, and she had to fight the urge to press her thighs together. His presence was suffocating, a heavy, oppressive aura of raw power that settled over the room like a thick blanket. She had felt it from a distance before, but up close, it was a hundred times more potent. Her mind went blank for a moment, all thoughts of teasing and her usual playful demeanor forgotten. Her eyes trailed over Naruto's body, taking in his dense and large muscles, before she forced her gaze to pull away.
Asia didn't fare as well, as she gasped out loud from the man's appearance, and her cheeks flushed a dark red color. She felt her body get hot all over, and a strange, unfamiliar ache started to form between her legs. She had never felt this way before, as while her chest felt warm and hot when she was around Issei, it was never to this level. Just from being near Naruto, she felt a dizzying, overwhelming feeling, and she found herself fidgeting as she was unable to stand still. Her eyes darted around the room, looking anywhere but at the blonde man, but she couldn't escape the feeling of his presence, as it was pressing down on her, making her feel small and vulnerable.
Koneko, ironically, since she was a Nekomata, did the best to hide her reaction. She had been near Naruto before, as she spied on him under Rias' orders, but that didn't make the task of being in his presence any easier. His immense power flooded the air around her, and her sensitive nose twitched as her ears and tail threatened to come out. While the other two women felt the natural presence of an overwhelmingly powerful person, it was even worse for Koneko, who was a Nekomata. She had the instincts of an animal, and in the animal kingdom, the food chain was simple: The weak submit to the strong. If you wanted to live, you needed to appeal to the strongest, and as a weak female, her body was urging her to appeal to the man in front of her.
"W–Why the hell does the person helping us have to be this pretty boy?!" Meanwhile, Issei's legs shook slightly as he felt strangely intimidated, but he didn't back down.
He was too focused on the way Rias was touching the handsome bastard to pay attention to the strange feeling of power that the man was giving off, as Rias reached up, laying her hand on Naruto's large bicep casually.
"Behave, Issei," Rias warned, and she squeezed Naruto's bicep a bit. She couldn't help herself, as her body still craved the man's touch even after days of nonstop sex. The simple, casual touch was enough to send a wave of heat through her, as she suppressed a blush as she looked up at Naruto, "This is Naruto Uzumaki. He's a powerful Youkai who is staying in Kuoh, and he's agreed to help us."
The casual, intimate way her hand lingered on Naruto's arm sent a ripple of tension through the room. Akeno's eye twitched, a sharp, almost imperceptible movement, but her smile never faltered. She watched the way Rias's fingers traced the tense muscle of Naruto's bicep, and the subtle, almost possessive way her King laid a hand over him. A fresh wave of heat formed in her stomach as her own hands, which she kept clasped demurely in front of her, ached to reach out and feel that power for herself. To see if he was as hard and dense as he looked.
Next to her, Asia let out a soft, involuntary gasp. Her wide, emerald eyes were fixed on Rias's hand as her own small fingers curled into fists at her sides. She felt a strange, tight pang in her chest. It wasn't the same kind of warmth she felt for Issei, but something sharper and more primal. She wanted to be the one touching him, to feel the strength she could see in his arms, to have that intense, powerful gaze directed at her. Her cheeks flushed a deeper red as she felt a confusing, almost shameful mix of admiration and envy.
Koneko had it the worst this time, as her body, driven by the deep–seated instincts of a Nekomata, was screaming at her to push Rias aside and rub herself against the powerful Youkai, and to mark him with her scent as she claimed him as her own. She fought it down with sheer force of will, her jaw set in a hard line, but she couldn't stop the subtle way her thighs rubbed together.
Finally, Issei looked far from happy. His stomach lurched, his hands clenching into fists as Rias touched the taller man, and he opened his mouth to shout angrily. However, just as he was about to, Naruto's eyes met his, and Issei abruptly took a step back. As Naruto's lazy, yet powerful, eyes looked into him, Issei couldn't bring himself to speak. His hands and knees shook lightly, and he was unable to form any words as his mouth opened and closed dumbly. Even if he didn't understand what was happening, he could feel the raw power, and it was more than a little intimidating.
"The Rating Game is in one week, " Rias announced, as she finally dropped her hand from Naruto's arm and turned to address her peerage. Her tone was brisk and business–like, which was a stark contrast to the intimacy of her gesture a moment before, "To prepare, we'll be going on a training trip into the mountains in the days leading up to it. And to ensure we have the best possible preparation, I've arranged for a few more... helpers to meet us there to help with our training."
Issei didn't know what she meant by 'helpers,' but as his stomach lurched again, he suddenly had a bad feeling about the training trip he was about to go on.
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"W–What the hell are they doing here?!" Issei shouted, his body tensing as he raised an arm and held it protectively in front of Asia. His face was a mess of conflicting emotions, as he looked mostly angry and tensed, but there was a pathetic spark of affection as he looked at one woman in particular.
He recognized them, of course. How could he not? Raynare, the beautiful violet–haired fallen angel who had been his 'first love' as she acted as 'Yuuma' before she had tried to murder him. He recognized the other two less, but he knew they were Kalawarna, the huge–titty fallen who was a part of Raynare's group, and Mittelt, the sadistic and cruel loli who was also with Raynare.
And they were all standing on the path to the mountain training retreat, as if they were waiting for the Gremory peerage to arrive.
"Relax, Issei–kun," Akeno said, her voice sickly sweet as she tried to contain her composure, but she was more than a bit put off but the appearance of the fallen angels, "They're our training partners for the week. Rias–buchou arranged it."
"T–Training partners?! Are you insane, Akeno–senpai?! They tried to kill me! And they kidnapped Asia!" Issei shouted, gesturing wildly as he pointed an accusing finger at the three women, who were standing a bit away from the rest of the group, "How can we train with them?!"
"By listening to your King, and not questioning her," A new, deep, and very masculine voice said, and everyone's head turned to Naruto, who was standing with his arms crossed. "Rias said they're here to help. So, they're here to help."
Naruto's words were calm, but they were filled with an undeniable authority that made the entire area fall silent. The raw power that rolled off him pressed down on all of them and made it clear that his words were not a suggestion, but a command. Even Akeno, who had been trying to maintain her composure, felt a shiver run down her spine as the dominant aura washed over her.
Issei, who had been about to argue, snapped his mouth shut. He felt the same raw power he had felt earlier in the clubroom, but this time it was a hundred times more potent. It was like a physical weight pressing down on him, and for a moment, he felt like a small child being scolded by a strict parent. He couldn't bring himself to argue, not with the way Naruto was looking at him. There was no anger in his eyes, just a calm, indifferent gaze that was somehow more intimidating than any glare could ever be.
"I..." Issei stammered, his face flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and frustration, "I... I understand."
Rias, who had been watching the exchange with a small, amused smile, stepped forward. She placed a comforting hand on Issei's shoulder, and Issei looked over at her with wide eyes.
"Issei, I know this is difficult for you," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "I know what they did to you, and to Asia. But I promise you, they are no longer a threat. Their loyalty has been... redirected. They will be valuable allies in our training. You have my word."
She glanced over at the three fallen angels, a cool, calculating look in her eyes. They stood there, their heads bowed in a show of submission that was so out of character for them that it was almost comical. Raynare, in particular, seemed to be struggling to maintain her composure, her jaw clenched tight as she avoided meeting anyone's gaze. The sight of her, so humbled and defeated, was a strange, almost surreal sight.
But, despite their submissive behavior, the bad feeling in Issei's gut didn't fade. He didn't know why, but he felt like something was about to go very wrong on this training trip.
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"GUH!" Issei grunted as he was flung backwards, landing on his ass unceremoniously. He skidded across the dirt and grass, kicking up a small cloud of dust as he slid to a halt. His body ached, and he could taste blood in his mouth. He pushed himself up to his hands and knees, spitting out a glob of crimson onto the ground.
This was the fifth time in the last half–hour. The fifth time he had been defeated so easily, so effortlessly, that it was starting to feel less like a fight and more like a public humiliation. He glared across the clearing at Naruto, who was standing there with his arms crossed, looking utterly bored. The bastard hadn't even broken a sweat.
"You're putting too much power into your attacks, swinging wildly and leaving yourself wide open afterward," Naruto's voice was calm, almost lecturing, as he critiqued Issei's performance. It was the kind of tone one might use with a child who was struggling to learn a basic concept. "It's predictable. A simple sidestep is all it takes to make you look like an idiot. Have you ever fought at all?"
"Shut up!" Issei snarled, pushing himself to his feet. He ignored the pain, his pride stinging far more than any physical blow. He summoned his Boosted Gear, the red gauntlet materializing on his left arm with a familiar surge of power. "Boost!"
Issei's body was flooded with strength as his power doubled, and he charged again, a roar of pure frustration tearing from his throat. He poured all of his anger, all of his humiliation, into one powerful punch, aiming directly for Naruto's smug face.
Naruto didn't even move.
He just stood there, his expression unchanging, as Issei's fist connected with a loud, sickening cracking sound.
But it wasn't Naruto's face that broke. It was the sound of bones cracking. A blinding, white–hot pain shot up Issei's arm, and he screamed, stumbling backward as he clutched his now throbbing hand. His punch had landed, but Naruto's head hadn't even budged.
"I told you," Naruto said, taking a single step forward. His shadow fell over the crumpled form of the brunet devil. "You don't even know how to fight. You rely too much on your sacred gear. All you do is scream 'Boost' and punch, and you don't have enough strength to just rely on punches."
Issei could only stare up at him, his eyes wide with a mixture of pain, shock, and disbelief. This was impossible. He was the Red Dragon Emperor. He had the power of a dragon at his disposal. How could he be so utterly defeated by some random Youkai? The humiliation burned hotter than any physical pain, and he felt his cheeks flush with shame.
Naruto looked away from him, his gaze sweeping over the others who were watching the sparring session. The women of the Gremory peerage stood in a loose semicircle, their faces a mixture of emotions that, to Naruto's growing amusement, were slowly shifting away from concern for their peerage member and towards something else entirely.
Akeno, for her part, was doing her best to maintain her usual, composed smile. But it was a fragile thing, as her mask cracked under the constant defeats Issei was handed. Her fingers, usually so elegantly poised, were now digging into the palms of her hands. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the easy, almost casual way Naruto had just dismantled Issei's best effort. His control and the sheer power he wielded with such nonchalance sent a fresh wave of heat pooling in her stomach. The way his muscles tensed, the solid, unmovable way he stood his ground... it was the kind of raw dominance that spoke to something deep and primal within her. As a woman, her body was naturally drawn to power, and Naruto was a walking, talking tank of pure power. Compared to him... Issei looked like a petulant child throwing a tantrum.
Asia, on the other hand, was a mess of conflicting emotions. Her hands were clasped in front of her, her knuckles white as she watched the scene unfold. She wanted to rush to Issei's side, to heal his broken hand and offer him words of comfort. That was what Asia Argento did. She healed, she comforted, she cared. But her feet were rooted to the spot. A part of her, a dark and unfamiliar part that she didn't understand, was... enjoying this. She felt a strange, fluttering sensation in her chest as she watched Naruto so effortlessly overpower him. The sight of him, so strong, so in control, made her feel a deep, undeniable attraction. She glanced over, seeing the way Rias looked at him with flushed cheeks, and she realized she wasn't the only one who felt this way.
To her side, Koneko's face was as impassive as ever as a perfect, blank slate. But her body told a different story. Her hands were clenched into small fists at her sides, and a very faint, almost invisible tremor ran through her small frame. Her instincts as a Nekomata were screaming at her, and they weren't screaming to defend the weak boy on the ground. They were screaming to submit to the alpha. To the winner. Every fiber of her being recognized the raw, primal display of dominance, and it was a struggle to keep her tail from popping out and wagging. Each brutal defeat of her male peerage member was another nail in the coffin of her respect for him. He was not a protector. He was not an alpha. He was weak.
And then, there was Rias, who was watching with an unreadable, but flushed, expression on her face. But her eyes were alight with a fire that had nothing to do with concern for Issei. She was watching Naruto, her gaze intense and possessive. This was the power she had bargained for. The power that was going to win her freedom from Riser. Seeing it in action, so raw and unfiltered, was arousing. She watched as he dismissed Issei with a casual glance, and she felt a fresh surge of heat between her thighs. She had made the right choice. This man, this powerful, dominant Youkai, was the key to everything.
"You see?" A mocking, yet incredibly beautiful and melodic, voice cut through the tense silence. "This is what we were talking about."
Issei's head snapped around, and his face, already flushed with shame, turned a deeper shade of red. It was Raynare. The violet–haired fallen angel was standing there with Kalawarna and Mittelt, a smirk of pure contempt on her beautiful face. Her massive, perfect breasts were on display for all to see, as she wore a tight black bikini that left little to the imagination, and she had one hand on her hip as she looked down at him with a mixture of pity and disgust.
"He's useless," Kalawarna chimed in, her voice a high–pitched, bubbly giggle that was laced with condescension. The blue–haired fallen angel adjusted the top of her own red suit–dress, which was unbuttoned down to her navel, showing off an absurd amount of her own bountiful cleavage. "He just screams and punches. He has no technique, no finesse. It's pathetic."
"Pathetic is the right word," Mittelt added, her small, childish voice carrying a surprising amount of venom. The petite fallen angel, clad in her gothic maid uniform, had her hands on her hips and a look of pure disdain on her face. "To think this is the man who defeated us. If we had known he was this weak, we would have just smacked him around a bit and taken the girl. It's almost embarrassing."
Each word was like a physical blow, and Issei flinched as if struck. He glanced over at Rias and the other three women in her peerage, looking at them to defend him from their words, but... they didn't. The three women just stood there, their faces blushing heavily, and Issei's feelings about this training trip going bad just became even worse.
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"Ugh... why did it have to be them?" Issei muttered to himself, relaxing back in the waters of the hot spring as he watched Kiba finally leave. Now that he was fully alone, Issei was slumped back, with a conflicted look on his face.
He was torn because after one day of training, he had realized two things: Naruto Uzumaki was powerful, and he was weak. He'd been brutally, effortlessly, defeated every single time they sparred, and Issei's ego was in the gutter. He had a powerful sacred gear, one that he believed would help him become the Harem King, but right now, even with that powerful sacred gear, he couldn't do anything.
"M–mph!" Issei blinked, glancing upwards as in his bout of sadness, he heard a... moan? The hot springs at the training grounds were positioned in a way where the female one sat on a hill next to the male one, allowing them to look down at the men, and both groups could shout to each other. But, at the moment, Issei thought that everyone had gone to bed.
He was wrong, as he glanced up to see a red–haired head looking down at him from the fence that separated the two springs. It was Rias, and her face was flushed as she looked down.
"Ah! President! What are you still doing up?" He asked, grinning widely as Rias gave him a slightly strained smile.
"I could ask you the same thing, Issei," She replied, her voice a little shaky as she was breathing heavily, "I... couldn't sleep."
"Me neither!" Issei sighed, leaning back as he stared at the roof of the hot spring, "This training camp is just... a lot."
"It is, but it's necessary," Rias nodded, but her smile faltered as another moan threatened to escape her. "We're training so you can all get stronger. For the Rating Game."
"I know, but... this guy, Uzumaki–san... he's on a whole other level," Issei said, his shoulders slumping as he thought about the humiliating defeats he'd suffered today. "He's just... too strong. He makes me feel like all this training is useless. Why do I need to train if he's on our side?"
"He is strong," Rias agreed, her breath hitching as a particularly hard thrust from behind her sent a wave of pleasure through her. "But... you have your own strengths, Issei. The Boosted Gear is a powerful tool. You just need to learn how to use it properly."
Issei blinked as a loud clap suddenly rang out, and he looked up curiously at the blushing woman, "Are you alright, President?"
She bit her lip, fighting back another moan as Naruto's strong hands gripped her waist, pulling her back against him with bruising force. She could feel his thick cock stretching her walls, filling her as he pistoned in and out of her dripping cunt. The feeling was incredible, and she struggled to keep her composure as she spoke to her pawn below.
"I'm fine, Issei," Rias managed, her voice a little shaky as she tried to steady her breathing. "Just... a bit of a chill."
"A chill? In a hot spring?" He questioned, a bit confusedly, as Naruto slapped her ass hard. "What was that noise?"
Rias's cheeks flushed a deeper red as she struggled to come up with an excuse. She could feel Naruto's chuckle behind her, and she flushed even deeper. He was enjoying this, as he enjoyed the risk of being caught, and the thrill of dominating her in such a public setting.
"It's just... the mountains, Issei," she said, her voice a little strained as she tried to suppress a moan.
She had been with Naruto for almost a week now, and she had gotten used to the constant sex, to the way he used her body for his pleasure. But this was different. This was public, and the risk of being caught, of one of her peerage members seeing them like this, was both terrifying and incredibly arousing. The raw, primal thrill of it all was making her head spin.
Issei's face, already flushed with shame, turned a deeper shade of red as he heard the strange, fleshy clapping noise again. He glanced around, trying to find the source of the sound, but he couldn't see anything.
"Are you sure you're alright, President?" He asked, a note of concern in his voice. "You don't sound so good."
"I'm fine, Issei," Rias repeated, her voice a little more firmly this time. "I'm just... a bit tired. The training has been... intense."
She gasped as Naruto's hands moved up her body, cupping her massive breasts. He squeezed them roughly, his thumbs brushing against her hard, sensitive nipples, and a loud moan finally escaped her lips. She tried to cover it up with a cough, but it was too late. The damage was done.
"President... what was that?" Issei asked, a bit of a suspicious look on his face. "You... you don't sound alright."
"It was nothing, Issei," Rias quickly said, her mind racing as she tried to think of a plausible excuse. "Just... a cramp. The water is a bit too hot."
She couldn't believe this was happening. Here Rias was, getting fucked senseless by a powerful Youkai while trying to have a conversation with one of her servants. The sheer, humiliating thrill of it all was too much, and she could feel her orgasm building, a hot, tight knot of pleasure coiling in her.
"Right... well, I'll head to bed then. You should go to bed soon, too, President, if you're not feeling well," Issei finally called up, his words still a bit suspicious as he had a bad feeling in his gut.
"Y–Yeah, I will–mph, soon, Issei–kun!" Rias called back down, her hips spasming as she started to cum all over Naruto's thick rod, "I'll... I'll see you in the morning!"
Issei just gave her a nod as he rose from the water, holding his hands over his crotch to ensure she couldn't see it, and then headed out of the hot springs. As he did, the bad feeling in his stomach never faded.
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"I'm not being a pervert... I'm just worried about her," Issei muttered, walking down the long, dark hallway of the building Rias's peerage was staying in as they trained. Currently, he was headed directly for Rias' bedroom, as he was concerned about the woman. A couple of hours had passed since his conversation with Rias in the hot springs, and he couldn't get her panting, red face out of his mind.
"I'm just checking on her," He muttered, continuing towards her bedroom. His steps were hesitant, slow, and filled with trepidation. He was trying to convince himself, but the feeling in his gut was getting stronger, a sick, churning dread that made him want to turn back. But he couldn't. He had to know.
He finally arrived at the large, ornate door to Rias's bedroom. He took a deep breath, his hand trembling as he reached for the handle. He hesitated for a moment, his mind screaming at him to stop, to turn around and go back to his own room. But his concern, his foolish, naive concern, won out.
He slowly, carefully, turned the handle and gently pushed the door open just a crack. And then, he heard it. A sound that would be burned into his memory for the rest of his life. A sound that shattered his world and sent a cold, searing pain through his chest.
It was a moan.
Not a moan of pain or discomfort. It was a moan of pure pleasure. A loud, breathy, shameless moan that was followed by a loud, rhythmic clapping noise. A wet, fleshy sound that echoed through the room, a sound that was unmistakably the sound of skin slapping against skin.
Issei's blood ran cold. His mind went blank, refusing to process what he was hearing. It couldn't be. It just couldn't be. Rias... she wouldn't.
But then, he heard another sound, a sound that made him inhale sharply. A deep, masculine groan of pleasure.
It was him. The handsome bastard. Naruto Uzumaki.
The pieces clicked into place in Issei's mind, forming a picture that was so horrific, so soul–crushing, that he felt like he was going to be sick. Rias's flushed face in the hot spring. The strange clapping noise. Her strained, breathless voice. It all made sense now.
With a trembling hand, he pushed the door open a little further, his eyes wide with horror and disbelief.
The scene that greeted him was one straight out of his worst nightmare. The room was a mess. The silk sheets on the large, extravagant bed were tangled and stained, the pillows thrown haphazardly across the room. The air was thick with the scent of sex. And on the bed, in the center of it all, was Rias.
She was on her hands and knees, her long, crimson hair a wild mess around her. Her back was arched in a way that pushed her massive, perfect ass out, and her face was buried in a pillow to muffle her screams of pleasure. Her body glistened with a sheen of sweat, and her skin was flushed a deep, aroused red. She looked like a goddess. A perfect, beautiful, sex–crazed goddess, and the sight of her would have been the most erotic thing Issei had ever seen.
If it weren't for the man who was standing behind her. It was Naruto.
He was naked, his muscular body glistening in the dim moonlight that filtered through the window. His hands were on Rias's hips, holding her in a tight, possessive grip as he pounded into her from behind. His movements were powerful, relentless, and filled with a raw, primal dominance that made Issei's stomach turn. His hips were a blur of motion, and each powerful thrust sent a loud, fleshy clapping sound echoing through the room.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
The sound was a brutal beat that hammered at Issei's soul with each clap. He could see the way Rias's ass rippled with each impact, the way her massive breasts swung back and forth beneath her, and the way her body trembled and convulsed with pleasure. He saw the look of pure ecstasy on her face, the way her eyes were rolled back in her head, and the way her mouth was open in a silent scream of bliss.
And in that moment, something inside of Issei broke.
Hot, burning shame formed in his gut, but beneath it, a treacherous, disgusting heat bloomed. His body, traitorous and pathetic, responded to the scene. His cock twitched in his pants, hardening despite the feeling that tore through him. He was a pervert. A pathetic, disgusting pervert, and even now, seeing the woman he adored being taken by another man, his body betrayed him.
"NO!"
The word tore from his throat, a raw, guttural scream of anger. He didn't even think. He just acted. He shoved the door open with a loud bang, the wood slamming against the wall with a loud bang.
"RIAS–BUCHOU!"
He stood there in the doorway, his body trembling with a mixture of rage, shame, and arousal. His fists were clenched at his sides, his knuckles white. He was going to fight. He was going to kill that bastard. He was going to...
He froze. His eyes, wide with shock and disbelief, darted around the room. And then he saw them. Raynare, Kalawarna, and Mittelt.
They were all there, all naked, all watching the scene on the bed with hazy, lust–filled eyes. Raynare was leaning against a wall, her legs spread wide as she lazily rubbed her clit, her violet hair a mess around her face. Kalawarna was on the floor, on her hands and knees, her massive breasts swaying beneath her as she watched, her ass pushed out towards the bed as if waiting for her turn. Mittelt was on a chair, her small legs spread wide, her fingers buried in her dripping cunt as she frantically masturbated, her face a mask of pure pleasure.
They were all enjoying it. They were all participating in it.
The sight was so surreal, so unbelievable, that Issei's mind short–circuited. He couldn't process it. He couldn't understand it. The woman he loved, the woman who had tried to kill him, and the fallen angels that should've been his enemies. All of them were together. They were all in on it.
Rias, who had been lost in a haze of pleasure, finally seemed to register his presence. Her eyes shot open, and a loud, surprised gasp escaped her lips as she saw him standing there.
"Issei–kun!" She cried out, her face flushing a deep, deep red of shame. She tried to scramble away, to cover herself, but Naruto's grip on her hips was like iron.
He didn't stop. If anything, he went faster. He pounded into her with a renewed, brutal intensity, each thrust harder and deeper than the last. The loud, fleshy clapping sound echoed through the room, a mocking beat that hammered at what was left of Issei's sanity.
"Na–Naruto–sama." Rias stammered, her body trembling as she crumbled to the pleasure again, "W–We should–mph! N–Not in front of... Issei..."
Naruto just chuckled as he leaned forward, his lips brushing against her ear as he continued to pound into her with relentless force.
"He's here now," he whispered, "Might as well give him a good show, right, Rias–chan?"
He looked up, his eyes locking with Issei's. It wasn't a look of surprise or guilt. It was a look of pure arrogance. A look that said, 'I've taken your woman, and there's nothing you can do about it'.
Issei's blood ran cold.
Memories of the past few days flooded his mind. The brutal, effortless defeats. The casual dismissals. The raw, overwhelming power that had made him feel so small, so insignificant. He remembered the way Naruto had just stood there, letting him punch him with all his strength, the bones in his hand shattering on impact. He remembered the condescending tone, the bored expression, the utter lack of respect.
The fight drained out of him.
All the anger, the righteous fury, the desire to protect Rias's honor... it all evaporated, replaced by a cold, paralyzing fear. His fists, which had been clenched so tight, uncurled. His shoulders slumped. He felt like a deflated balloon, all the hot air of his bravado gone, leaving him empty and hollow.
"Right," Naruto grunted, pulling out of Rias with a wet, sloppy sound. He flipped her over onto her back with a rough, dominant ease, her massive breasts bouncing with the movement. He spread her legs wide, exposing her dripping, red, and well–fucked cunt to the horrified boy in the doorway. "Rias–chan, tell our friend here who you belong to."
He didn't wait for an answer. He plunged back into her, a single, powerful thrust that made her scream, a raw, unfiltered cry of pure pleasure.
"I... I belong to Naruto–sama," Rias moaned, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. She looked at Issei, her hazy, lust–filled eyes locking with his, and there was no remorse, no guilt, only a burning need. "I'm his... I'm all his..."
Issei could only stand there, his mouth agape, a silent, pathetic witness to the degradation of the woman he adored. The treacherous heat in his groin didn't leave, but instead just became stronger. He was hard. He was so fucking hard, and it made him feel so ashamed.
Then, a movement caught his eye. Raynare pushed herself off the wall, a slow, sensual smile playing on her lips. She sauntered towards the bed, her hips swaying with a hypnotic rhythm as her cheeks clapped lightly behind her. She ignored Rias's writhing form, her eyes fixed on the powerful Youkai who was claiming her.
"He's pathetic, isn't he?" she purred, her voice a melodic mockery as she reached Naruto's side. She ran a single, perfectly manicured finger down his bicep, tracing the hard, dense muscle. "Just standing there, watching. Can't even get angry. Just a pathetic, little boy who's lost his toys."
She leaned in, pressing her full, soft lips against his shoulder, her tongue darting out to leave a wet trail on his skin. "You're a real man, Naruto–sama. You take what you want. You deserve all of this."
The raw, unfiltered venom in her voice was a physical blow, and Issei flinched. But the worst was yet to come. As Raynare continued her worship of the man who was stealing his dream, Kalawarna and Mittelt started to move.
They rose from their positions, their bodies moving with a predatory grace. They didn't go to the bed. They came for him. Issei's blood ran cold. He wanted to run, to flee, but his feet were rooted to the spot, frozen by a mixture of arousal and a twisted, morbid curiosity. He could only watch as they approached, their naked bodies glistening with sweat and arousal.
They stopped in front of him, a wall of soft, perfumed flesh and overwhelming femininity. Kalawarna's massive breasts were right in front of his face, the heavy globes almost brushing against his chin. Mittelt was to the side, her small, petite frame a stark contrast to Kalawarna's voluptuousness, but her eyes held the same predatory glint.
"Well, well, well," Kalawarna giggled, her high–pitched, bubbly voice dripping with condescension. Her eyes, hazy with lust, dropped down to his crotch, and a wide, wicked grin spread across her face. "Looks like someone's enjoying the show."
Her words cut through him like a knife, and he felt his cheeks flush with a deep, burning shame. He tried to cover himself, to hide the obvious bulge in his pants, but his hands were too slow.
"Don't be shy," Mittelt chimed in, her small, childish voice a sharp, mocking whisper in his ear. She had moved closer, her small body pressing against his side. Her small, delicate hand came up to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. "It's only natural for a little boy like you to get excited watching a real man at work."
Her touch was electric, and a shot of pleasure went through him. He flinched, but he didn't pull away. He couldn't. He was frozen, trapped between the two fallen angels, a prisoner in his own body.
"What's the matter, boy?" Kalawarna purred, leaning in closer, her massive breasts pressing against his arm. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just too busy thinking about how pathetic you are?"
She reached down, her hand resting on his throbbing cock. A strangled gasp escaped his lips as she started to rub him through the fabric of his pants, her movements slow and deliberate. He couldn't resist moaning lightly as a wave of pleasure that warred with the shame that was consuming him.
"You like that, don't you?" she whispered, her hot breath washing over his ear. "You like being touched like this, like a little toy. You're not a man. You're a boy. A pathetic, little boy who gets hard watching a real man fuck the woman you love."
Her words were a poison, seeping into his mind and twisting his thoughts. He was so confused and so overwhelmed that he didn't know what to feel.
"Look at him," Mittelt said, her small hand still on his chest, her fingers tracing circles around his nipple. "He's so conflicted. His body wants it, but his mind is screaming 'no.' It's pathetic, really. Just pick one, boy. Are you a victim, or are you a pervert who enjoys watching?"
He didn't have an answer. He just stood there, trembling, as the two fallen angels continued their assault on his senses.
"Strip," Kalawarna commanded, her voice leaving no room for argument. Her hand left his cock, and he almost whimpered at the loss of contact. But then her eyes locked with his, and he saw the raw, primal lust in them. "Strip for us. Show us how pathetic you really are. Take off your clothes and get on your knees. Worship the real man who's taking everything from you."
Her words were a final, crushing blow. The last shred of his pride, the last remnant of his identity as the Red Dragon Emperor, shattered into a million pieces. He was just a pathetic weak man who was about to humiliate himself for the pleasure of the women who had killed him.
His hands, trembling, moved to the hem of his shirt. He pulled it over his head, the fabric clinging to his sweat–soaked skin. He dropped it to the floor, his chest bare. His hands then moved to his pants, fumbling with the button and zipper. He could feel their eyes on him, their hungry, predatory gazes that made his skin crawl with a mixture of shame and a sick, twisted arousal.
He finally managed to get his pants off, and they pooled around his ankles. He stepped out of them, standing there in just his boxers, his throbbing cock straining against the fabric. He hesitated, a final flicker of defiance burning within him.
"Don't be shy, boy," Mittelt whispered, her small, delicate hand hooking into the waistband of his boxers. She pulled them down, freeing his hard, pathetic cock. "Let's see what you're working with."
He was exposed. Completely and utterly exposed. He stood there, naked and trembling, as the two fallen angels circled him like sharks. He could hear the sounds from the bed, the wet, fleshy slapping of Naruto's hips against Rias's, the loud, shameless moans of the woman he adored. The sounds were a constant reminder of what he had lost, and of what he could never have now.
"Get on your knees," Kalawarna commanded, her voice a low, husky purr. She pushed down on his shoulders, and he collapsed to the floor, his knees hitting the hardwood with a soft thud. He looked up at them, his eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and submission. "Good boy. Now, touch yourself. Jerk that pathetic little cock of yours. Jerk it while you watch a real man fuck your precious Rias–buchou."
He hesitated, his mind screaming at him to stop, to run, to do anything but this. But his body was a traitor. His hand moved, wrapping around his throbbing cock. He started to stroke, his movements clumsy and awkward. He was a virgin, and this was the most intimate act he had ever performed, and he was doing it in front of the women who had tried to kill him, while the woman he loved was being fucked senseless by another man.
The shame was overwhelming, but beneath it, his arousal only became stronger. The pleasure was intense, as it was a dizzying rush that made his head spin. He was a pervert. A pathetic, disgusting pervert, and he was getting off on this.
"That's it, boy," Mittelt purred, her small, delicate hand coming up to caress his cheek. "Stroke that little cock. Show us how much you enjoy watching a real man at work. Show us how much you enjoy being a cuck."
Issei grunted at the insult, which was a label for what he was. A pathetic, weak man who got off on watching the woman he loved being taken by a stronger man. But right now, he didn't care. The pleasure was too intense. The shame was too overwhelming. He was lost in a haze of lust and submission.
He looked back at the bed, his eyes locking on the scene unfolding before him. Rias was on her back, her legs spread wide as Naruto pounded into her with relentless force. Her massive breasts were bouncing with each thrust, and she was moaning, a loud, shameless sound of pure pleasure that echoed through the room.
"AH! AH! NARUTO–SAMA! YOU'RE SO BIG! YOU'RE SO DEEP! YOU'RE STRETCHING ME SO GOOD!" Rias screamed out, her eyes hazy with lust as she looked past the man on top of her, and directly at him.
She looked at him, her eyes hazy with lust, a small, cruel smile playing on her lips. "Is that all you have, Issei–kun? Such a pathetic, tiny cock. You could never please me like Naruto–sama does. You could never make me feel this good."
Her words were a physical blow, and he flinched. But he didn't stop stroking. He couldn't. He was too far gone, lost in the pleasure and the shame.
"He's such a good boy, isn't he?" Raynare purred, her voice mocking as she watched the pathetic display. She had moved from Naruto's side and was now standing in front of him, her massive, perfect breasts on full display as she looked down on him. "He knows his place. He knows he's not a real man. He knows he's just a pathetic, little cuck who gets off on watching a real man fuck the woman he loves."
She turned around and leaned down, her full, soft lips brushing against Naruto's muscular shoulder. Her tongue darted out, leaving a wet trail on his skin, and she moaned softly, a sound of pure pleasure that was directed entirely at him.
"You see this, Issei–kun?" she purred, her hands running over the hard, dense muscles of his chest and arms. "This is what a real man looks like. This is what a real man feels like. He's strong, he's powerful, and he knows how to please a woman. He's everything you're not."
Issei couldn't help but grunt in pleasure as his hand moved quicker, stroking faster and faster.
"Look at these muscles," Raynare moaned, her hands roaming over Naruto's body, her touch worshipful. "They're so hard, so dense. You couldn't even make a dent in them with your pathetic little punches, could you? You broke your hand just trying!"
Naruto, who had been quiet up until now, let out a low chuckle. He could feel Rias's walls clamping down on him, her body trembling with another orgasm, and he looked down at her with a smug, satisfied smirk. He was just doing this for the quest at first, but now, he was enjoying it. The raw, primal thrill of dominating not just the women, but taking them from a man that wanted them so desperately as well.
"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Raynare purred, turning her attention back to the broken devil on the floor. She knelt down in front of him, her massive, perfect breasts level with his face. "Watching me worship the man who's taking everything from you. You're so pathetic. You're so weak."
She reached out, her small, delicate hand wrapping around his throat. She didn't squeeze, but her touch was a clear warning. A reminder of who was in control.
"Don't you dare cum," she whispered, her hot breath washing over his ear. "Not until we say so. You don't get to have that pleasure. Not yet."
Her words were a final, crushing blow. He was a toy. A plaything for their amusement. He was a pathetic little cuck, and he would do as they said.
He looked back at the bed, at the woman he adored. Rias was on her back, her legs spread wide as Naruto pounded into her with relentless force. Her massive breasts were bouncing with each thrust, and she was moaning, a loud, shameless sound of pure pleasure that echoed through the room.
"I'm close, Rias–chan," Naruto grunted, his hips pistoning in and out of her with a brutal, unforgiving rhythm. "I'm going to cum."
"Cum inside me, Naruto–sama!" Rias screamed, her back arching as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. She looked at Issei, her eyes locking with his, "Fill me up! Fill my womb with your hot, thick seed! I want to feel you dripping out of me for days! I want your baby, Naruto–sama! Give me a baby!"
"Then take it!" Naruto grunted, slamming his hips forward and burying himself deep inside Rias, who moaned loudly as he pumped rope after rope of cum into her.
"While Naruto–sama cums inside her, you..." Raynare smirked, pointing at the ground in front of Issei as she leaned forward, her breasts pushing into the pervert's face, "You can cum on the floor."
Her words were too much for the pathetic man. The shame, the humiliation, and the raw, primal pleasure were all too much. With a loud, strangled cry, he came. His pathetic, little cock twitched, and a thin, watery stream of cum shot out, landing on the polished wooden floor in a sad, pathetic puddle. Raynare giggled as Naruto pumped rope after rope into Rias, causing her belly to bulge, while Issei's sperm amounted to nothing but a little puddle on the ground.
Issei collapsed, his body limp and his mind completely fried. He had never felt so ashamed, so humiliated, or so aroused in his entire life. He was a broken man, a pathetic cuck who had just cum on the floor while watching the woman he adored get bred by another man.
Raynare watched him, a cruel, mocking smile on her face. She looked down at the sad, pathetic puddle of cum on the floor, and then back at him, her eyes filled with pure contempt.
"Look at that," she purred, her voice dripping with venom. "All that excitement, and that's all you could manage? Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic."
"It's like a water pistol, not a fire hose," Kalawarna said, pointing at the puddle on the floor. "I've seen more impressive leaks from a faucet."
Mittelt, meanwhile, had a different kind of fun. She knelt down beside him, her small, delicate hand coming up to pat him on the head, like a dog who had just performed a trick.
"Good boy," she whispered, "You came just like we told you to."
But, as Issei panted, Mittelt leaned in closer, her hot breath washing over his ear. "But the night is still young. And we're not done with you yet."
Issei flinched, a fresh wave of shame washing over him. He wanted to disappear, to sink into the floor and cease to exist. But he couldn't. He was trapped, a prisoner in his own personal hell, a plaything for the amusement of the women who had taken everything from him.
A wet, sloppy sound pulled his attention back to the bed. Naruto was pulling out of Rias, and the sight made him inhale sharply. A thick, hot flood of cum erupted from her well–fucked cunt, pooling on the silk sheets below. Her pussy was a mess, red and swollen and gaping, a clear testament to the brutal fucking she had just received. She lay there, her body limp and her mind hazy, with a lazy, satisfied smile on her face as she basked in the pleasure of her constant orgasms.
Naruto turned, his gaze sweeping over the room. His eyes landed on Raynare, who was still standing over the broken form of Issei.
"Raynare–chan," he ordered, "Come here."
Raynare's face lit up, a look of pure joy on her face. She practically skipped towards the bed, her massive breasts bouncing with each step. She didn't even glance at Issei, as if he were nothing more than a piece of furniture. She climbed onto the bed, positioning herself on her hands and knees next to the still–recovering Rias, presenting her perfect, heart–shaped ass to him.
"Yes, Naruto–sama," she purred, her voice a husky, seductive whisper. "I'm yours."
Issei could only watch, his body trembling as he witnessed the scene. He was still on the floor, a pathetic, broken mess, but his cock was hardening again.
"Look at him," Raynare purred, her head turning to look at the pathetic man on the floor as Naruto positioned himself behind her. Her eyes were filled with a mixture of pity and contempt. "He's getting hard again. He's such a pervert. He enjoys this. He enjoys watching me get fucked by a real man."
She moaned loudly as Naruto entered her with a single, powerful thrust that made her moan loudly, "I was your first love, wasn't I, Issei–kun? I pretended to be Yuuma, and I let you think you had a chance with me. But I could never love a pathetic, small–dick cuck like you."
Her words were a physical blow, and Issei flinched. But he didn't look away. He couldn't. He reached down, grabbed his hardening cock, and started to jerk off again.
Naruto started to move, his hips pistoning in and out of her brutally. Each thrust was powerful and deep, driving him to the very depths of her core. The loud, fleshy slapping sound filled the room as Issei kneeled and watched the show in front of him. His pathetic little cock was hard as a rock, and he was stroking it with a desperate, clumsy rhythm. He was so ashamed, so humiliated, but he couldn't stop. The pleasure was too intense.
"That's it, boy," Kalawarna purred, kneeling down next to him. Her massive breasts were right in front of his face, the heavy globes almost brushing against his cheek. "Stroke that pathetic little cock. Watch a real man fuck your first love. Watch him make her scream in ways you never could."
"Look at how much she's enjoying it," Mittelt added, her small, delicate hand resting on his shoulder. Her voice was a sharp, mocking whisper that cut through the haze of his lust. "She's not thinking about you. She's not thinking about your pathetic little confession. She's thinking about how good Naruto–sama's cock feels inside her."
Issei groaned loudly, his hand moving quicker as their words dug into his brain.
"Ah! MPH! NGH! Naruto–sama! You're so big! MPH! S–So good! So good!" Raynare screamed out, her back arching as another orgasm ripped through her. She looked at Issei, her lust–filled eyes meeting his, "Is this what you wanted, Issei–kun? Did you want to see me like this? So fucked out of my mind that I can't even think straight?"
"Y–Yes," Issei finally spoke, moaning as his hand stroked faster.
"You're such a good boy, aren't you?" Kalawarna giggled, watching as he moaned like a little bitch, "You're a good little cuck who knows his place."
He could feel his orgasm building again. He was so close, so very close. He was going to cum again, and this time, as he watched his first love be fucked mindlessly by Naruto.
"That's enough of that," A soft voice said abruptly, and a new pair of perfect, huge breasts entered Issei's vision.
He looked up, his eyes wide with a mixture of shock and arousal, as he saw Rias standing over him. She was naked, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat and cum. Her massive, perfect breasts were right in front of his face, the heavy globes almost brushing against his cheek. Her hair was a mess, and her face was flushed a deep red, but she looked more beautiful than ever before.
"R–Rias–buchou..." he stammered, his hand stopping its movements as he looked up at her.
"Shh," she whispered, her finger coming up to press against his lips. Her touch was gentle, but there was a familiar firmness in her eyes. "Just watch. And listen."
She knelt down in front of him, her massive breasts jiggling with the movement. She took his hands in hers, pulling them away from his rock–hard member. He tried to resist, to reach for her, but her grip was surprisingly strong.
"You can look," she said, her voice a soft, seductive purr that made him tremble. She leaned forward, her perfect, soft breasts pressing against his face. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, and the overwhelming, sweet scent of her. "But you can't touch. These belong to Naruto–sama now."
He groaned, a strangled, pathetic sound of pure frustration. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. But he couldn't. He was a cuck who was only allowed to look.
"They're so soft, aren't they?" she murmured, her hands coming up to cup her own breasts, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh. "They're so perfect. And they're all his. He can touch them, he can squeeze them, he can fuck them whenever he wants. And I let him. Because he's a real man. He's the one who's going to win me my freedom. He's the one who's going to give me a baby."
Her words were a final, crushing blow. The last shred of his hope, the last remnant of his dream of building a harem with her at its center, shattered into a million pieces. He was just a pawn, a stepping stone on her path to freedom and a baby with another man.
"He's so much stronger than you, Issei–kun," she continued, her voice a soft, seductive whisper that was laced with a cruel truth. "He's so much more powerful. He's everything you're not. And that's why I chose him. That's why I belong to him."
He could only stare, his mouth agape, as she continued her assault on his senses. He was so ashamed, so humiliated, but he was also so aroused.
"And you, my dear little pawn," she purred, her hand coming up to pat him on the head, just like Mittelt had done earlier, "You're just going to have to learn to live with it. You're going to have to learn to accept your place."
She leaned in closer, her hot breath washing over his ear. "You're going to have to learn to enjoy watching. Because that's all you're ever going to get."
Issei didn't know what to say. He just stared at her, his eyes wide with a mixture of arousal and submission. He was a broken man, a pathetic cuck who was about to be completely and utterly dominated.
"Good boy," she whispered, her small, delicate hand coming up to caress his cheek. "Now, let's see how much you've learned. Let's see if you can be a good little cuck for your King."
She stood up, pulling him to his feet. He was naked and trembling, his cock standing at attention. She led him over to the bed, where Raynare was still on her hands and knees, her body convulsing with pleasure as Naruto pounded into her from behind.
"Watch," Rias commanded, her hand resting on his shoulder. Her touch was gentle, but her grip was firm, a clear reminder of who was in control. "Watch a real man at work. Watch him please a woman in ways you never could."
Issei could only watch, his body trembling as he witnessed the scene. He was so ashamed, so humiliated, but he couldn't look away. The sight of Naruto's powerful body, the way he moved with such confidence and control, and the way he made Raynare scream with pleasure, had him unable to look away.
"He's so big, isn't he?" Rias whispered, her hot breath washing over his ear. "So much bigger than you. So much thicker. He stretches her in ways you never could. He fills her up, makes her feel so full, so complete. Can you see that, Issei–kun?"
Issei grunted, nodding like a little bitch, but as he stared at the powerful man's massive rod, a strange feeling washed over him. It was a mixture of envy and a weird sense of pride. He was jealous, of course, but there was a part of him, a deep, twisted part of him that was proud. Proud that the women he desired, the woman who had been his first love, and the woman who was the center of his harem dream, were being claimed by such a powerful, dominant man. It was a perverse, twisted pride, but it was there, and it was growing stronger with each passing second.
"And he's so powerful," Rias continued, her hands running over Naruto's broad, muscular back as he continued to pound into Raynare. "So much stronger than you. Remember how you punched him, Issei–kun? Remember how you broke your hand on him? He didn't even flinch. He just stood there and took it. Because he's a real man. A real man can take a punch. A real man doesn't break."
Issei flinched at the memory. The shame was still raw, but the arousal was still there, and it was getting stronger.
"You're pathetic, Issei–kun," Rias purred, her hands moving from Naruto's back to her own breasts. She squeezed them roughly, her thumbs brushing against her hard, sensitive nipples, and a soft moan escaped her lips. "And you need to be punished for your patheticness. But you can be rewarded, too. If you're a good boy."
She leaned forward, her massive, soft breasts pressing into his back. He could feel the warmth of her skin, the softness of her flesh, and the overwhelming, sweet scent of her. His cock twitched, a fresh wave of arousal washing over him. He was so close to cumming, but he fought it back, not wanting to disappoint her.
"Let's start with a simple lesson in gratitude," she said, her hot breath washing over his ear. "You need to thank Naruto–sama. Thank him for being a real man. Thank him for pleasing me in ways you never could. Thank him for giving me the pleasure I deserve."
Issei hesitated, a flicker of defiance burning within him. But it was quickly extinguished by the overwhelming aura of power that filled the room. He could feel Naruto's dominance, a palpable force that pressed down on him, making him feel small and insignificant. He was a pathetic, weak man, and he knew it.
"Th–Thank you, Naruto–sama," he stammered, his cheeks flushing with a deep, burning shame. "Thank you for... for being a real man. Thank you for... pleasing Rias–buchou... and Raynare–san... in ways I... I never could."
Naruto, who had been focused on the violet–haired fallen angel beneath him, let out a low chuckle. He didn't even look at the pathetic devil on the floor, but his dismissal was more humiliating than any direct insult could ever be.
Raynare, however, was more than happy to rub it in. She looked back over her shoulder, her face a mess of sweat as a lust–filled smile on her lips as she looked at the broken man behind her.
"Did you hear that, Naruto–sama?" she panted, her body convulsing with pleasure as he continued to pound into her. "He thanked you. He knows his place. He knows he's a pathetic, little cuck who could never please a woman like you."
"Watch, Issei–kun. Watch how a real man cums," Rias whispered behind him, her breasts pushing into his back harder.
"Cum inside me, Naruto–sama!" she screamed, her back arching as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her walls clamped down on him, milking him for all he was worth, "Please! Fill me up! Breed me, Naruto–sama!"
"This is something you'll never do, Issei–kun," Rias said, pressing her breasts into him harder as she pushed him forward to watch closer.
Naruto let out a low, guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt inside her one last time, and with a final, powerful thrust that made her cheeks clap loudly, he exploded.
Issei watched, mesmerized, as a thick, hot torrent of cum erupted from the tip of Naruto's cock, flooding Raynare's insides with a warmth that made her gasp as she came. He saw Raynare's belly start to swell from the sheer amount of semen, and then, a fresh flood of cum erupted from her well–fucked cunt, pooling on the silk sheets below. His cock twitched, a fresh wave of arousal washing over him.
"You're still so hard, Issei–kun," Rias purred, her eyes hazy with lust as she looked down at him. "You must have enjoyed the show."
"I... I..." he stammered, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"Shh," she whispered, her finger coming up to press against his lips. "It's okay. You're a good boy. And good boys get rewards."
She knelt down in front of him abruptly, her massive breasts jiggling with the movement. She took his rock–hard cock in her hand, her touch sending a jolt of pure pleasure through him. He had dreamed of this moment for so long, but the reality was so much more intense, so much more humiliating, and so much more arousing than he had ever imagined.
"You're going to cum for me now, Issei–kun," she commanded, her hand moving up and down his shaft in a slow, deliberate rhythm. Issei moaned loudly, his mind shattering from the pleasure that came from Rias' hand.
"But you're going to do it when I say so. And you're going to do it right here," she said, pointing at the bed right next to the growing puddle of Naruto's cum that was leaking from Raynare's abused hole. "You're going to cum on the bed while Naruto comes inside Raynare, like a good little cuck."
He could only nod, his body trembling as she started to stroke him faster. Her hand was so soft, so warm, and her touch was everything he had ever dreamed of. But her words, her cruel, demeaning words, were a constant reminder of his place.
"Look at him," she whispered, her other hand coming up to cup one of her massive breasts, her thumb brushing against her hard nipple. "Look at Naruto–sama. He's so strong, so powerful. He's a real man. He's the one who's going to give me a baby. He's the one who's going to defeat Riser. And you... You're just going to watch, aren't you?"
Her words were a final, crushing blow. He was a pathetic, weak man, and he knew it.
"Faster," she commanded, her hand moving quicker and quicker. He could feel his orgasm building. He was so close, so very close.
"Now," she whispered, looking up at him, and it was too much for Issei to handle, "Cum for me, my good little cuck."
With a loud, strangled cry, he came. His pathetic cock twitched, and a thin, watery stream of cum shot out, landing on the bed sheets in a sad, pathetic puddle, right next to the much larger, much thicker puddle of Naruto's seed.
Rias continued to stroke his member, a soft, yet mocking smile on her face. She looked down at the sad, pathetic puddle of cum on the bed, and then back at him, her eyes filled with a mixture of pity and contempt. He was so ashamed, so humiliated, but he was also so satisfied. He had pleased her. He had been a good boy.
"Good boy," she whispered, her hand coming up to pat him on the head like a dog, "See? That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Issei could only shake his head, his body limp and his mind completely fried.
"This is how it's going to be from now on, Issei–kun," Rias said, her voice soft but firm. "You will be my good little cuck. You will do whatever I say. You will do whatever Naruto–sama says. And if you're a good boy, you'll get rewards like this."
Rias stepped away from him, and Issei watched as she walked to the side of the bed, where Naruto was standing up. She pressed her breasts into his chest, leaning forward as her lips smushed into his, and his arm possessively went around her waist. His hand rested on her bubbly butt, and as Issei watched the woman he had yearned for so desperately kiss Naruto passionately, he couldn't well up any anger inside of him.
He knew he had lost. On that day, Naruto Uzumaki completed two quests, and Issei Hyoudou became a cuck.
Chapter End
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. I'll try to have another chapter posted soon.