NSFW, warning again, NSFW, SMUT. One of my friend that write erotica had kinda coached me in writing it because in her words, no matter the advices, if I don’t try, there is no point so here is a rewritten chapter of infernal comedy. This chapter is to help me write smut in a female POV. There is another she’s making me work on to write in male POV. Anyway, i hope y’all like it and if not, constructive criticism is dearly welcomed. Now, I am going to ask the nurse if it’s possible to bath in holy water

I closed the door behind me, leaving an unconscious Issei and a fitfully sleeping Asia behind. The little blonde had exhausted herself crying, her small fists clutching at my sleeve even as sleep finally claimed her.

I had to take away the head of Miki Hyoudou. That was the only mercy I could promise her right now.

The weight in my hands was obscene, not heavy, but wrong in a way that made my skin crawl. Even though I'd fought countless times, made Riser and Kagutsuchi bleed with my Power of Destruction and my bare hands, those had been fights. There was a rhythm to combat, a logic.

This was different.

I was used to hurting others in battle. I wasn't used to bearing the consequences of people who died, people I could have saved but didn't.

Miki Hyoudou's eyes were still open. My gaze met the lifeless stare of my pawn's mother, my bishop's mother, and something in my chest constricted painfully. I wanted to retch, to scream, to destroy something.

She had been mundane. A normal human. Kind. She'd treated me as family, loved her husband and children with a devotion that made the supernatural world's casual cruelty seem even more monstrous.

That was the thing about Death, everything ended abruptly when she came. Every wish, every dream, every possibility snuffed out like a candle.

And I knew, with the terrible certainty that came from this world's reality, that there were multiple afterlives. Knowing surely that existence continued after death wasn't comforting, it was terrifying.

Miki was Japanese. Her soul should have reached Izanami's domain, or perhaps the Hindu afterlife. But there was another possibility, one that made bile rise in my throat: she was the mother of devils. She'd loved devils, cared for them, welcomed them into her home.

Somewhere in the underworld, she might be suffering torments she didn't deserve, punished not for her character but for who she loved.

Most gods were selfish and egocentric by nature. The existence of afterlives designed by their whims was nightmare fuel.

I want to destroy everything, I thought viciously. Change it all, remake it better. But I wasn't strong enough.

Yet, a voice whispered in my mind.

I willed my demonic energy into existence. It crashed through reality like an angry crimson tide, but I controlled it, shaped it like clay. Demonic energy tended toward the unholy, the negative, the destructive by nature.

The trick wasn't forcing it. That was wasteful. Instead, you tricked it.

The invisible shield I erected around Miki's head wasn't designed to protect and preserve, it was designed to destroy everything that came close. A shield made of annihilation.

Then I pulled it deeper, ordaining both energy and burden to retreat into my soul. The head disappeared in a vortex of crimson light, and I felt the weight settle somewhere inside me, not physical, but undeniably there. It was the only place I could guarantee absolute safety.

"Where are the others?" I asked, turning to face Sirzechs, Grayfia, and Akeno. The corridor suddenly felt too empty. Panic tried to claw its way up my throat, but I crushed it. We were in Sirzechs' castle. Nothing could harm us here.

"They were exhausted, Rias," my brother said gently. "Understandably so. We led each of them to their chambers."

"Gasper asked to stay with Koneko," Akeno added, her voice softer than usual. "I didn't have the heart to refuse him."

"You did the right thing," I told her, letting my gaze linger on each of them. "All of you made the decisions that were needed. Koneko shouldn't wake up alone, not after nearly dying at the hands of a god."

"So what now?" The question escaped before I could stop it. I was exhausted yet paradoxically energized, my body humming with contradictory impulses.

"Now you rest," Sirzechs answered with a small smile that didn't reach his eyes. "You've been through things you shouldn't have had to endure."

He turned away, began walking down the corridor. His voice was soft, probably meant to be inaudible, but I heard him anyway: "Things I wished you'd never face, but you did because I wasn't there."

Watching my brother's retreating form, I realized he felt guilty. As if he thought he could have changed fate itself for me, for Kuoh, and failed.

I'd forgotten until this moment: Sirzechs had never wanted to become a Satan. He'd never wanted to fight, even though the part of him inherited from our Bael bloodline, from Destruction itself ached to do so.

My brother had been a music teacher at an orphanage. One of the greatest demons in existence, feared across dimensions, considered a worthy successor to the original Lucifer, had taught children to play instruments.

An orphanage that was destroyed by the Old Satan Faction.

Rias's memories showed me that he rarely spoke of it, but when he did, his eyes held only guilt and sadness.

His title as Satan was a reminder, of everything he'd lost and everything he fought to protect. A mantle he didn't want but wore because he believed in a greater cause. Because it was the shield protecting devilkind from itself and other threats. Because I, the sister he loved, had almost died while he wasn't there.

I crossed the space between us in a burst of speed, wrapping my arms around him from behind. "Sirzechs, I love you," I whispered. "I'm lucky and proud to have you as my brother. No matter what you do, know that I'll believe in you."

Many would kill to have family like Sirzechs, not because of his power, but because of his care. His love. Ironically, his humanity.

I felt tremors course through his body but didn't comment. "You don't need to say anything right now," I told him gently. "I know you love me. I know you care. Good night, brother."

I walked back to Akeno, who was watching me with a soft smile that made something warm bloom in my chest.

She touched one of the doors, different from the others, more golden, more alive and opened it. I crossed the threshold and she followed, closing it behind us, cutting us away from the world.

The bedroom was impossibly lavish, all rich fabrics and subtle enchantments that made the air itself feel softer.

I sat on the edge of the bed, then let myself fall backward, feet still touching the floor.

"Mmmmhhhh~" The moan escaped before I could stop it. The bed was heavenly, responding to my body like a living thing, cradling every curve with perfect pressure. I never wanted to leave.

Another weight settled beside me. Akeno sat at the edge, back straight, her beautiful amethyst eyes fixed on my sprawled form.

"We need to talk, Rias."

Her voice was soft, careful. My heart immediately began racing.

"Can't it wait?" Even as I said it, I knew I was being unfair. I'd promised. I knew what she wanted to discuss, and thinking about it sent happiness and excitement and fear coursing through me in equal measure.

I was scared of ruining everything. Scared of destroying the love I could see shining in her eyes. Scared of change.

I watched her eyes drop, watched them become sadder, and it made me want to scream, to rip my own head off like some demented Spartan did with Helios.

"I'm sorry, Akeno." The words came out barely above a whisper, but I knew she'd hear. "You're right. We need to talk."

Hope blossomed across her features, and happiness bloomed inside me in response.

"I've tried to hide it for so long," she said, looking directly into my eyes, piercing through to everything that made me me.

A broken laugh escaped her lips. "I thought, what would be the point? You were you and I was me. I was Akeno Himejima, daughter of Baraqiel, unwanted child of a Fallen Angel Cadre." Her voice turned sharp, bitter. "Daughter of a rapist."

She cradled one hand with the other, and there was nothing in the world I wanted more than to hold her. But I didn't move. I needed to hear all of it.

"I was a half-breed who refused her own heritage. Who let self-hatred be greater than love for the woman who saved her." Her hand moved to hover over her heart. "What I feel right now isn't new, Rias. Since the beginning—since that day you found me, broken and scared, I've loved you."

The words rang with truth, truer than Heaven's laws, truer than the fabric of reality itself.

I felt unbalanced, giddy and terrified at once, drowning and hyperventilating simultaneously. "Why didn't you tell me before?" My voice came out smaller than intended. "Why now?"

Even the original Rias, not the brightest tool in the shed but not oblivious should have noticed something. Would have, if she'd been paying attention.

"I thought love was about sacrifice," Akeno continued, her voice gaining strength. "I thought you'd never love me, and even if you did, a half-breed Fallen Angel reincarnated as a devil would only cause you problems. I thought enduring was enough, being at your side even if you didn't feel the same. But I was lying to myself."

Her eyes blazed with sudden intensity. "I want more. I'm greedier than I ever imagined. I don't want to watch you kiss anyone else. I don't want you to marry someone else while I stand beside you, smiling on the outside but dying inside. The Rating Game showed me I could lose you at any moment. That the certainty I believed in was false."

Did this mean in the canonical timeline Akeno entered Issei's harem because of hidden feelings for Rias? I wondered briefly. Or was this unique to this world's divergence?

"Rias, I want you to be mine. I want to be yours forever." Her voice dropped to something raw, vulnerable. "I wish for you to say yes, but I'll accept if you say no. I just needed to try instead of wondering forever if something more could have happened."

I stood, turning my back to her. A silver-framed mirror hung on the wall, showing my reflection—crimson hair, blue-green eyes, the exhaustion and confusion written across my features. And behind me, Akeno, watching with bated breath.

"Akeno, I've changed," I told her, staring at my own reflection. "I'm not the Rias you fell in love with."

It was the closest thing to truth I could offer. I was both Rias and not-Rias, carrying all her memories but also something more, something different. It felt like lying, and guilt twisted in my chest.

Through the mirror, I watched her approach. Her arms closed around me from behind, locking me in her embrace. She was so much taller, and at that moment, the height difference felt overwhelming.

I felt suffocated and exhilarated at once. Like Eve and the serpent, she would give me everything and lay me bare in consequence.

"I know, Rias." Her breath caressed my ear, making my body feel impossibly warmer. "But I don't care."

Her reflection's eyes met mine in the mirror. "I love you. I don't care if you're different. I don't care if you change. No matter what, my love will never die."

I turned my head to face her directly. "Is it wrong to hope?"

"Never, Rias. Never."

I kissed her.

It began softly, almost innocent, tentative exploration, gentle pressure. I could see happiness shining in her eyes when we parted for breath, and it felt infectious, intoxicating.

Then the dance of our tongues became a battle, one where she won decisively, conquering my mouth, exploring and claiming it as if she had every right. Heat bloomed through my body like wildfire.

There was a need I'd never felt before, a fire demanding to be quenched, making coherent thought nearly impossible.

My muscles tightened throughout my body. My breathing quickened even though I didn't technically need to breathe.

She broke the kiss and stepped back. I felt light-headed despite being a devil, my chest heaving.

One of her hands moved to grip my ass, firm, possessive, claiming and pleasure shot up my spine like an electrical discharge.

With her hand still gripping me as if I were her personal toy, Akeno whispered directly into my ear: "Do you want me to continue?" Her breath was hot against my skin. "Do you want me to make you mine? To mark you forever?"

"Yes." The word escaped without hesitation.

Her smile transformed into something predatory, delighted. "Good girl."

The words sent butterflies erupting in my stomach and stoked that unquenchable heat between my legs.

She pushed me down, not roughly, but with undeniable authority and I let her. There was no point resisting even though I could have. Something about submitting, about letting her control me, felt like freedom.

I sank to my knees, and I was suddenly, intensely grateful for how short the Kuoh Academy female uniform was. From this angle, I had a perfect view of Akeno's body and more specifically, what lay between her thighs.

She'd chosen black panties, almost see-through lace that revealed more than it concealed. Through the delicate fabric, I could see her arousal already leaking, could make out the shape of her beautiful pussy lips that I suddenly, desperately wanted to taste.

With a small pulse of demonic energy, her panties simply vanished, and my face was pushed forward, buried between her thighs.

I grabbed her legs for balance and began to eat, lapping blindly, guided only by instinct. She held me so close I couldn't see anything, my entire world narrowed to heat and wetness and the intoxicating scent of her arousal.

My tongue moved instinctively: sucking her outer lips, plunging into her depths, exploring every fold and crevice. The only indication I was doing well was the sounds she made, soft gasps, low moans, the occasional sharp intake of breath.

It felt like she was using me, defiling me, treating me as nothing but a toy for her pleasure.

And I loved it.

I could feel my own panties growing soaked, drenched with arousal. The fire in my veins was killing me, begging for release. My hand drifted downward, fingers seeking relief—

My hand stopped moving. Went numb.

I felt her authority ripple through reality, a light manipulation of demonic energy that froze my arm in place. I could have bypassed it but i didn’t.

"A good girl's pleasure comes only from serving her mistress," Akeno's voice drifted down, slightly breathless but still commanding. "Continue like this, and maybe I'll give you the release you're desperate for."

The promise, and the maybe sent fresh arousal flooding through me. I redoubled my efforts, eating and sucking and licking with renewed enthusiasm, fueled by desperate need.

Akeno's arousal coated my face, dripping down my chin. The wetness only intensified my own need, creating a feedback loop of desire.

I found a small nub, her clit and sucked hard while swirling my tongue around it. Akeno moaned, her thighs clamping around my head as she flooded my mouth with fresh wetness.

Then she pulled my head back, and I gasped for air I didn't technically need. Her arousal covered the lower half of my face, dripping slowly.

"You look like a whore," she said, satisfaction and arousal evident in her expression.

"Only yours" The words came out breathy, needy. "Please, mistress, I need to cum" I begged shamelessly. "Please~"

A soft giggle escaped her lips. "If they could see you right now, Rias—how fucking slutty you are, how needy and desperate." Her eyes gleamed with dark promise. "Maybe I should fuck you at a devil gathering. Display you before all of them."

Heat flared through my entire body at the mental image, her dominating me, taking me, owning me in front of the entire Underworld's elite. Being reduced to a moaning, helpless mess while devils I'd grown up with watched.

An involuntary gasp escaped: "Nnngh, fuck~"

Akeno heard it. Of course she did. Her smile widened.

She knelt to my level, bringing her face close to mine. "I should have done this a long time ago." Her eyes held mine, intense and possessive. "But that's fine. We have all the time in the world."

She stood, and I watched with a mixture of terror and desperate lust as lightning began traveling across her body, crackling along her arms, down her stomach, concentrating between her legs.

I watched, transfixed, as her body changed. As a cock grew from where nothing had been before, eight inches, maybe more, thick in a way that seemed almost inhuman.

It exuded presence, dominance. A weapon designed for one purpose, and I was its target.

"Open your mouth," she commanded.

I obeyed.

Her cock plunged into my mouth and continued its advance deep into my throat. I choked immediately, instinctively trying to pull back, but her hand on top of my head stopped me.

"I never told you to stop," Akeno said, voice taking on an edge I'd never heard before.

Her other hand descended, playing almost tenderly with my hair before suddenly gripping it like a leash. Her first hand joined it, giving her complete leverage, total control.

Then she began to fuck my mouth.

She used me like a toy, moving my head up and down on her cock, making me choke, forcing tears from my eyes. Each thrust hilted her completely, her thighs hitting the lower part of my face with resounding SMACKS.

GLUK-GLUK-GLUK-GLUK.

The obscene wet sounds filled the room as she used me, her speed increasing steadily. My throat stretched around her girth, saliva building faster than I could swallow, spilling from the corners of my mouth and dripping onto my chest.

I stopped trying to think. Couldn't anymore. My mind was consumed by sensation, the stretch of my throat, the taste of her, the complete and utter powerlessness of my position.

I wanted more. Wanted this pleasurable torture to never end.

I tried vibrating my throat by humming, creating additional stimulation.

"YES! Like that!" Akeno grunted, her grip tightening painfully in my hair.

I don't know how long it lasted. Minutes? Hours? We were devils, I didn't need to breathe, and Akeno knew this. She used that knowledge mercilessly, pounding my mouth and throat without mercy, ruining me, claiming me, making me irrevocably hers.

Finally, she stopped and withdrew. I felt light-headed, my body swaying. I would have collapsed if she hadn't held me up by my hair like it was a leash.

"I think I've punished you enough," she whispered, voice soft again. "A good mistress also rewards."

She took me in her arms, I weighed nothing to her supernatural strength and sat on the edge of the bed with me in her lap.

I could feel her warm cock resting against my stomach. One move. That's all it would take.

She cupped my face with one hand and kissed me deeply, exploring my mouth as if it were her right. Which, I supposed, it was.

When she broke the kiss, I had to restrain a whimper of disappointment.

"I love you, Rias Gremory," she said softly, eyes searching mine. "I always have, and I always will."

I love you. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but she spoke first, as if reading my mind.

"Don't say it just because I did." Her thumb brushed my cheek tenderly. "Say it when you're ready. I've waited ten years for this moment. I can wait a little longer to hear those words."

I nodded wordlessly and wrapped my arms around her neck, looking directly into her eyes. "Fuck me. Please, mistress."

Her smile became impossibly brighter, more radiant. "With pleasure, Rias."

She gripped my waist with both hands and lifted me slightly. I felt the tip of her cock pressing against my entrance, I was absolutely drenched, aching for her.

Like a hammer, she pulled me down onto her cock in one brutal thrust.

Everything went white.

I lost all sense of my body, of the room, of everything except the overwhelming sensation of being filled. Stretched. Completed.

I could hear someone screaming, someone moaning, but it sounded muffled and distant. It took several moments to realize the sounds were coming from me that I was the one wailing as if I'd found Nirvana.

Slowly, sensation returned. My head was resting on Akeno's shoulder. One of her hands played gently with my hair. Her mouth pressed soft kisses against my neck, worshipping me, treating me like I was the most precious thing in existence.

"Are you alright?" Her voice was gentle, concerned.

"I've never felt better," I told her honestly, my voice hoarse from screaming.

I could still feel her inside me, thick and hard and perfect, like I'd been run through with a sword but instead of pain there was only comfort. Completion. The desperate ache was gone, replaced by pleasure and deep contentment.

I felt her grip shift to my hips, fingers tightening. "Good." Her voice dropped an octave. "Because this is just the beginning."

"All this time I haven't been able to see your breasts properly," she mused. Lightning erupted again, and like burning fire, my clothes disintegrated, carefully, not harming my skin leaving me completely naked.

She moved, taking one of my nipples into her mouth, sucking, biting gently and I lost coherent thought again. How could they be so sensitive? How could it feel this good?

This time Akeno didn't wait for me to recover. She lifted me up and slammed me back down on her cock, harder than before.

SMACK. The sound of flesh meeting flesh.

She did it again. And again. And again.

I moaned. Screamed. Lost all sense of dignity as Akeno fucked me, as she systematically destroyed every defense I'd ever built.

I knew she took delight in my sounds in my moans, my screams, my increasingly desperate whimpers. I knew because with each one, she drove into me faster, harder, more ruthlessly.

If I'd known such pleasure existed, I would have begged for this from the first day we met.

I knew I'd never be the same after this. She was changing me, molding me whether she truly realized it or not. There would always be me before Akeno fucked me, and me after.

Two different people.

"O-OH! PLEASE, AKENO! HARDER~!!" I moaned directly into her ear, shameless in my need.

I could feel every ridge, every vein of her cock as if it were part of my own body. I could feel how perfectly she ground against my inner walls, how she hit that spot deep inside that made stars explode behind my eyes again and again and again.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP.

The rhythmic sound of our bodies joining filled the room, obscene and perfect.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of blissful torment, I felt her rhythm grow frantic, less controlled. I clenched my inner walls deliberately, tightening around her cock. I wrapped my legs around her waist, locking her inside me.

I wanted her to finish inside me. Wanted to feel her fill me completely.

"OH, LUCIFER! RIAS, YOU FEEL SO FUCKING GOOD!" Akeno's composure finally cracked, her voice breaking with pleasure. "I'M GONNA CUM~! I'M GONNA—"

"FILL ME UP, AKENO!!" I begged, past caring about anything except that singular need. "CUM INSIDE ME!"

She did, flooding my insides with warmth, with lightning-transformed essence that felt like pure her.

I wasn't worried about pregnancy. The chances were astronomically low for devils, and there were ways to prevent it if needed. I wasn't ready to be a mother.

But still, I imagined it for a moment, a child with my crimson eyes and Akeno's black hair. Or the reverse. Akeno at my side, both of us happy forever.

I lifted my head slowly from her shoulder to look into her eyes, and suddenly all my doubts seemed stupid. Pointless.

"Akeno," I called her name, pouring everything I felt into it. "I love you."

The smile that bloomed across her face was brighter than anything I'd ever seen, brighter than the Heaven created by God himself.

We stayed like that for a moment, her cock still buried inside me, my body pressed against hers, both of us breathing heavily despite not needing to. The warmth of her release filled me, and I felt complete in a way I'd never experienced before.

"Don't think we're done," Akeno whispered against my ear, and I felt her cock twitch inside me, still hard, still ready. "I've waited ten years for this, Rias. Ten. Years."

Her hands gripped my waist, and with casual strength that reminded me how much more strong she was with her devil body, she lifted me off her cock. The sensation of emptiness was immediate and unwelcome, I actually whimpered at the loss, and the sound that came from my throat was so needy, so desperate, that it should have embarrassed me.

It didn't.

"On your hands and knees," she commanded, standing from the bed. Her cock bobbed between her legs, still slick with my arousal and her cum, the lightning that formed it crackling softly along its length. "I want to see that perfect ass in the air."

My legs trembled as I moved to comply, muscles weak from the intensity of my previous orgasms. I positioned myself on the bed, hands flat against the silk sheets, knees spread, presenting myself to her like an offering.

"Beautiful," Akeno breathed, and I felt her hands run down my spine, a touch that started gentle but became possessive as she reached my ass, gripping both cheeks and spreading them apart. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined this. How many nights I touched myself thinking about having you exactly like this."

The admission sent heat flooding through me. The thought of Akeno alone in her room, hand between her legs, fantasizing about me—about this made my pussy clench around nothing, desperate to be filled again.

"Please," I heard myself beg, and I didn't even know what I was begging for anymore. More? Mercy? Both?

"Please what?" Her voice was amused, teasing. I felt the head of her cock drag through my folds, gathering wetness but not entering. The sensation was maddening, so close to what I needed but not enough, never enough.

"Please fuck me," I gasped, pressing back against her, trying to force her inside. "Please, Akeno, I need—"

SMACK.

Her hand connected with my ass, the sharp pain radiating outward, making my flesh jiggle. I cried out, part pain, part pleasure, all desperation.

"You need to learn patience," she said, delivering another stinging slap to my other cheek. "You need to learn that I decide when you get fucked. I decide when you cum. Your pleasure belongs to me now, Rias."

"Yes!" The word tore from my throat. "Yes, it's yours, I'm yours, please just—AHHHHHH!"

She slammed into me without warning, burying herself to the hilt in one brutal thrust. My arms nearly buckled from the force, my face pressing into the silk sheets as she filled me completely.

The angle was different from before, deeper, more intense. I could feel her hitting places inside me that sent electric shocks through my entire nervous system. My toes curled, my fingers gripped the sheets so hard I heard fabric tear.

"That's it," Akeno groaned, her hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Take it all. Every. Fucking. Inch."

She pulled back slowly, agonizingly slowly, until only the tip remained inside me. I could feel every ridge, every vein of her lightning-formed cock dragging against my inner walls. Then she slammed forward again—SMACK—the sound of her hips meeting my ass echoing through the room.

"FUCK!" I screamed, not caring who might hear, not caring about anything except the overwhelming sensation of being filled, being taken, being owned.

She established a rhythm, slow withdrawal, brutal thrust. Slow withdrawal, brutal thrust. Each impact made my ass ripple, made my entire body jolt forward, made sounds escape my throat that I didn't recognize as my own.

SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.

"You feel that?" Akeno panted, her composure starting to crack. "You feel how perfectly your cunt grips my cock? Like you were made for this. Made to be fucked by me."

"Yes! Yes! OH Lucifer, YES!" I was beyond coherent speech, reduced to desperate affirmations and increasingly high-pitched moans.

My massive breasts swayed beneath me with each thrust, the heavy weight of them dragging against the silk sheets, my nipples so sensitive that even that slight friction was almost too much. Almost painful. But the pain blended with the pleasure until I couldn't distinguish between them anymore.

"Look at these tits," Akeno said, and I felt her lean forward, one hand leaving my hip to reach beneath me and grab my left breast roughly. Her fingers sank into the soft flesh, kneading it, using it as leverage to pull me back onto her cock even harder. "Bouncing like they're applauding. Like they're celebrating you finally accepting what you are."

"What—ahhhh!—what am I?" I gasped, even though some part of me knew the answer, craved hearing her say it.

"Mine," she growled, punctuating the word with a particularly vicious thrust that made me see stars. "My pretty little fucktoy. My gorgeous girlfriend who's going to spend the rest of eternity getting filled with my cock."

The possessiveness in her voice, the absolute certainty, sent me spiraling. My pussy clenched around her involuntarily, and she groaned.

"Already close again?" she laughed breathlessly. "We've barely started, Rias. You're so fucking sensitive in this position."

She released my breast and grabbed my hair instead, wrapping the crimson strands around her fist and pulling my head back. The position forced my back to arch dramatically, changed the angle of penetration, and suddenly she was hitting that perfect spot inside me with every single thrust.

"AKENO! AKENO! FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUCK!" My voice was hoarse from screaming, breaking on every syllable.

"That's right, say my name," she commanded, pulling my hair harder, making my scalp burn with sweet pain. "Let everyone in this castle know who's fucking you. Let your brother hear you getting ruined."

The thought should have horrified me, Sirzechs hearing me like this, hearing me reduced to a moaning mess but instead it sent another pulse of arousal through me. Some twisted part of me wanted them to know. Wanted everyone to know I belonged to Akeno.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP.

The rhythm increased, faster now, more desperate. I could feel her lightning crackling along her cock, sending tiny electric shocks through my inner walls that made every nerve ending sing.

"You're going to cum on my cock again," Akeno stated, not a question but a certainty. "You're going to squeeze me so fucking tight and scream my name and make a mess all over these expensive sheets."

"I can't—" I gasped, even as I felt the pressure building, the pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core. "It's too much, I can't—"

"You can," she insisted, releasing my hair to grip both my hips again. "And you will. Because you're mine, and I say you're going to cum."

She leaned forward, draping herself over my back, her breasts pressing against my spine through her bra. Her mouth found my ear, and she whispered directly into it: "Cum for me, Rias. Cum on my cock like the good girl you are."

The combination of her words, her weight pressing me down, and the relentless pounding of her cock against my g-spot shattered me.

I came screaming, my voice breaking into something inhuman. My pussy clenched around her cock in rhythmic spasms, each one sending fresh waves of pleasure crashing through me. My arms gave out completely, my face pressed into the sheets, muffling my continued wails.

And then—

SPLOOOOOOOSH.

I felt it gush out of me, felt the hot spray of liquid as I squirted around her cock, soaking her thighs, the sheets beneath us, creating an obscene puddle.

"Holy fuck!" Akeno gasped, her rhythm faltering. "You're, fuck, you're squirting! You're such a messy little slut, aren't you?"

I couldn't respond, couldn't do anything except shake and moan as the orgasm continued, seemed to go on forever. My entire body was hypersensitive, every nerve ending firing at once.

But Akeno didn't stop.

She kept fucking me through it, kept driving into my oversensitive pussy, and the pleasure crossed over into something almost painful. Almost too much.

"Akeno!" I cried out, my voice raw. "Wait, I just—I'm too—"

"You can take more," she said firmly, her hands bruising my hips as she maintained her brutal pace. "You're going to take everything I give you."

SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH.

The wet sounds were obscene, my pussy making lewd noises as she fucked through my excessive wetness. I could feel her cock sliding easier now, could feel the mixture of my arousal and my squirt dripping down my thighs.

"Too much!" I gasped, tears streaming down my face from the overwhelming sensation. "It's too much, I can't—"

"Riser," she said immediately, her movements slowing. "It is the safeword. Say the word if you really want me to stop, Rias."

The safeword hung between us. I could end this. Could make it stop.

I didn't say it.

Because even through the overwhelming sensation, even through the overstimulation that bordered on pain, I didn't want her to stop. Some masochistic part of me wanted to see how far I could go, how much I could take, how thoroughly she could break me down and remake me.

"Don't stop," I whimpered, my voice barely audible. "Please don't stop."

Her grip tightened, and I felt her shudder behind me. "Fuck, Rias. You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

She resumed her pace, but differently now, still intense, still deep, but more controlled. Each thrust was deliberate, angled to hit every sensitive spot inside me. She was fucking me with purpose now, not just chasing her own pleasure but determined to drag another orgasm from my exhausted body.

"I can feel you getting close again," she murmured, and impossibly, she was right. Despite having just cum, despite the overstimulation, I could feel another orgasm building. "Your pussy's getting tighter. Greedier."

One of her hands left my hip, sliding beneath me to find my clit. The moment her fingers made contact, I shrieked, the bundle of nerves was so sensitive that her touch was almost unbearable.

"Shhhhh," she soothed, even as her fingers began circling my clit with practiced precision. "Let it happen. Stop fighting it."

"Can't—cumming—gonna—AKENO!" The words tumbled out in a rush, incoherent and desperate.

"That's it, baby. Give me another one. Show me how good I make you feel."

Her cock hit that perfect spot inside me while her fingers worked my clit, and I shattered again. This orgasm was different, sharper, almost violent in its intensity. My pussy clamped down on her cock like a vice, and I felt another gush of liquid spray from me.

But I didn't scream this time. My voice had given out, leaving me to suffer through it in silence except for desperate, sobbing gasps.

My body convulsed beneath her, completely out of my control. Waves of pleasure-pain rolled through me, so intense I couldn't tell where one ended and another began. I was dimly aware of drool escaping the corner of my mouth, of tears streaming down my face, of my hands scrabbling uselessly at the sheets.

"Beautiful," Akeno breathed, and I felt her cock throbbing inside me, felt her getting close to her own release. "You look so beautiful when you break."

She fucked me harder, chasing her orgasm now, using my body for her pleasure. The thought, that I was just a toy for her, a pretty thing to fuck and use sent one more pulse of weak pleasure through my oversensitized body.

"Gonna fill you up again," she grunted, her rhythm becoming erratic. "Gonna pump you so full of cum you'll be leaking for days. Everyone will know. Everyone will smell me on you and know you're mine."

"Yes," I managed to gasp. "Yours. Always yours."

"FUCK!" She slammed into me one final time, burying herself as deep as physically possible, and I felt her cock pulse as she came. The warmth flooded me again, and through my exhaustion and overstimulation, I felt a weak flutter of contentment.

She collapsed on top of me, and we both crashed onto the bed, her weight pressing me into the mattress. Her cock was still inside me, still hard despite having cum twice. She pressed soft kisses along my shoulder, my neck, murmuring words I couldn't quite make out through the ringing in my ears.

"You okay?" she finally asked, her voice gentle now, concerned.

I made a sound that was probably supposed to be "yes" but came out more like a weak whimper.

She carefully rolled us to our sides, her arms wrapping around me, cradling me against her chest. Her cock slipped out of me, and I felt the immediate rush of our combined fluids leaking from my abused pussy.

"You were amazing," she whispered, kissing the top of my head. "So perfect. I love you so much."

"Love you," I managed to mumble, my words slurred with exhaustion.

She held me like that, stroking my hair, whispering sweet reassurances. I felt myself drifting, consciousness slipping away into blissful darkness.

But then I felt her cock, still hard, still ready, pressing against my ass.

My eyes flew open.

"Akeno?" My voice was hoarse, uncertain.

"Just one more," she whispered, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I promise. Just one more, baby."

I didn't have the energy to protest. Didn't have the strength to do anything except feel as she lined herself up again, as she slowly pushed back inside my tender, oversensitive pussy.

"Akeno," I whimpered, fresh tears springing to my eyes as she filled me again. "I can't—"

"You can," she insisted gently, her hands roaming my body, soothing and arousing at once. "And you will. Because you're mine, and I'm not done with you yet.”

She pulled out of me slowly, and I felt every inch of her withdrawal like a loss. My pussy tried to grip her, tried to keep her inside, but she was stronger, more in control.

"Stand up," she commanded softly.

I tried. I really did. But my legs were trembling so badly they could barely support my weight. I managed to get upright for maybe three seconds before my knees buckled.

Akeno caught me easily, strong arms wrapping around my waist. "Still so weak," she teased, but her voice was affectionate. "Maybe I've been too rough with you."

"No," I protested immediately, the word coming out stronger than I felt. "Don't—don't stop. Please."

She laughed, a sound like silver bells, and I felt her cock, still impossibly hard pressing against my stomach. "Even completely exhausted, you're still begging for more. What am I going to do with you?"

"Anything," I breathed, meeting her eyes. "Everything."

Something dangerous flashed across her features. Without warning, she lifted me completely off my feet, carrying me across the room. My arms wrapped instinctively around her neck, my legs around her waist, and the position made her cock slide between my pussy lips, not entering, just resting there, teasing.

"Where—?" I started to ask, but then she pressed me against the wall. The surface was cool against my back, a sharp contrast to the heat of my skin.

"Here," she said simply. "I want to fuck you against the wall. I want you to have nothing to hold onto except me. I want you completely dependent on my strength to keep you from falling."

The position shifted, and suddenly her cock was pressing against my entrance again. I was still so wet, so thoroughly used, that she slid in easily despite how swollen and tender I felt.

"Ahhhhhh," the moan escaped me as she bottomed out, filling me completely once more. In this position, gravity pulled me down onto her cock even deeper than before, and I felt her pressing against my cervix, not painful exactly, but intense enough to make my vision blur.

"Hold on tight," she warned, and then she started moving.

This was different from before. With my back against the wall and my legs wrapped around her waist, I had no leverage, no control. I could only cling to her as she thrust up into me, using her supernatural strength to lift and drop me on her cock like I weighed nothing.

THUD. THUD. THUD. THUD.

Each thrust slammed me back against the wall, the rhythmic sound mixing with my increasingly desperate moans. The position meant my breasts were crushed between our bodies, my sensitive nipples dragging against the lace of her bra with every movement.

"FUCK!" I cried out, my voice already hoarse from previous screaming. "Akeno! Oh Lucifer, oh god, oh—"

"No Lucifer here," she interrupted, her voice strained with exertion and arousal. "Just me. Just my cock filling you up. Just you being mine."

My head fell back against the wall, exposing my throat, and she immediately took advantage, her mouth found my neck, kissing, biting, sucking hard enough to leave marks. She was marking me, claiming me, making sure everyone would see evidence of what we'd done.

"You're going to be covered in hickeys," she murmured against my skin. "Everyone's going to know exactly what happened in this room."

The thought sent heat flooding through me. Sirzechs seeing the marks. Grayfia's knowing look. My peerage realizing their King had been thoroughly fucked by their Queen.

"Don't care," I gasped, tightening my legs around her waist. "Want them to know. Want everyone to know I'm yours."

She growled, actually growled and her thrusts became more violent. The wall behind me shook with the force of it, and dimly I wondered if we were actually damaging Sirzechs' castle. If anyone could hear the THUD-THUD-THUD of my body being slammed against solid stone.

I hoped they could.

"Harder," I begged, past shame, past dignity, past everything except the desperate need for more. "Please, Akeno, harder!"

"You want harder?" Her eyes flashed dangerously. "You want me to fuck you so hard you feel it for days? So hard you can't walk properly? So hard every movement reminds you of this moment?"

"YES!" I screamed. "Yes, yes, YES!"

She adjusted her grip, hands sliding from my waist to my ass, fingers digging into the soft flesh brutally. Then she really started moving, pounding into me with enough force that I was sure we were leaving an impact crater in the wall.

SLAM. SLAM. SLAM. SLAM.

"OH FUCK! AKENO! AHHHHH! RIGHT THERE! DON'T STOP! PLEASE DON'T FUCKING STOP!" The words poured out of me in a continuous stream, punctuated by high-pitched moans and sobs.

My breasts, still crushed between us, bounced with whatever minimal space they had. But then Akeno shifted, pressing me harder against the wall, and suddenly my tits had more room, they started bouncing wildly with each thrust, slapping against my chest, creating their own obscene rhythm.

PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP-PLAP.

"Listen to that," Akeno panted, her face flushed with exertion and arousal. "Listen to your tits clapping. Like they're acclaiming. Like they're cheering me on while I ruin their owner."

I couldn't respond with words anymore, only sounds, animalistic grunts and moans and screams that didn't sound human. My nails dug into her shoulders, probably drawing blood, but she didn't seem to care.

The overstimulation from before was building again, that edge between pleasure and pain growing sharper. Every thrust sent conflicting signals through my nervous system, too much, not enough, perfect, unbearable, more, stop, never stop.

"You're close again," Akeno observed, and how she could still form coherent sentences was beyond me. "I can feel your pussy fluttering. Getting tighter. You're such a desperate little slut, aren't you? Cumming over and over on my cock like you were made for it."

"Was—ahhhh!—made for it!" I gasped between thrusts. "Made for you! Only you!"

"Damn right," she growled, and suddenly she spun us around. My back left the wall, and for a terrifying moment, I was suspended in air with nothing but her strength holding me up. Then she pressed me face-first against the wall instead, my cheek pressed against cool stone, my hands scrambling for purchase on the smooth surface.

The position change meant she slipped out of me, and I whimpered at the loss. But only for a moment, she grabbed my hips, positioned herself, and slammed back in from behind.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" My scream echoed off the walls. This angle was even deeper, even more intense. My breasts were now pressed flat against the wall, the cool stone contrasting sharply with my overheated flesh.

"That's it," Akeno groaned, her hands gripping my hips so hard I knew I'd have bruises. "Scream for me. Let the whole castle hear what a good little whore you are."

SMACK-SMACK-SMACK-SMACK.

The sound of her hips meeting my ass filled the room, mixed with my continuous moans and the wet SQUELCH-SQUELCH-SQUELCH of her cock pumping into my soaked pussy.

"FUCK! FUCK! OH GOD, AKENO! YESYESYES!" I was babbling now, words running together, meaning lost in pure sensation.

My breasts scraped against the wall with every thrust, my nipples so sensitive that even that friction was almost painful. But the pain just added to the overwhelming pleasure, creating a feedback loop that was driving me toward another orgasm despite how many I'd already had.

"You look so perfect like this," Akeno panted, her rhythm becoming erratic as she chased her own release. "Pressed against the wall, tits squished, taking my cock like you were born for it. I wish I could take a picture. Show everyone what their prideful Rias Gremory looks like when she's getting fucked properly."

The degradation should have bothered me. Should have made me angry. Instead, it sent me spiraling toward the edge.

"Gonna cum," I slurred, my cheek still pressed against the wall, drool escaping the corner of my mouth. "Gonna—can't—please—"

"Cum," she commanded, and one of her hands left my hip to reach around and find my clit. The moment her fingers made contact, I exploded.

This orgasm was different from all the others—quieter somehow, like I'd screamed myself out. My body convulsed silently against the wall, pussy clenching rhythmically around her cock, but I could only manage weak whimpers.

"That's my girl," Akeno gasped, and I felt her cock throbbing inside me as she reached her own peak. "Take it. Take all of it."

She came with a strangled cry, flooding me once again with her warmth. Her body pressed fully against my back, pinning me to the wall, and we stayed like that for a long moment—both shaking, both gasping for air we didn't need, both thoroughly satisfied.

Slowly, carefully, she pulled out of me. I immediately felt the rush of fluids leaking from my abused pussy, our combined cum dripping down my thighs, probably pooling on the floor beneath us.

"Can't stand," I mumbled, my legs completely useless. "Can't..."

"I know, baby. I've got you."

She lifted me into her arms like a bride or perhaps more accurately, like a conquest and carried me back to the bed. The sheets were already ruined, soaked with various fluids from our earlier activities, but neither of us cared.

She laid me down gently and climbed in beside me, pulling the blanket over both of us. Her cock had finally softened, the lightning dissipating, leaving her female anatomy returned to normal.

"Are you okay?" she asked softly, brushing sweat-dampened hair from my face. "Was I too rough?"

"Perfect," I mumbled, already drifting toward sleep. "You were perfect. Love you."

"I love you too," she whispered, kissing my forehead. "Sleep now. I'll be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"I promise. I'm never leaving you, Rias. Never."

I believed her. And wrapped in her arms, thoroughly used and completely satisfied, I finally let unconsciousness claim me.

The last thing I felt was her hand gently stroking my hair, and the last thing I heard was her whispered words:

"Mine. Forever mine."