"Dragon... shot!" Issei shouted, and his eyes went wide as a wide burst of energy shot out from his gauntlet, which slammed into a section of the forest around him and turned the various trees into nothing but dust. The explosion was massive, and a wave of heat washed over him as he stared at the smoldering crater that he had created, a testament to just how powerful he had become.
"That was incredible, Ise-kun," Rias hummed from her spot on the sidelines, leaning against a tree with her arms crossed under her magnificent breasts, "Your power has more than doubled since the last training session."
"I... I can't believe it," Issei muttered, looking down at the glowing gauntlet on his arm, then back at the crater, "The Boosted Gear... It's never felt this strong before."
He felt a surge of pride, as he had always been the weak one, the perverted joke. Now, he was a force of nature.
Rias pushed herself off the tree, walking towards him with a slow, deliberate grace. She stopped in front of him, her blue eyes holding a strange, unreadable light. She reached out, her small, delicate hand coming to rest on the cool, metallic surface of the gauntlet.
"The guantlet reacts to your power, Ise," she said softly. Her other hand came up to cup his cheek, her thumb gently stroking his skin. "But, right now, it's not just the Sacred Gear. It's you. The initial surge of power is spurred on by your intense emotions, but while it mostly vanishes afterwards, some of it stays behind. It stays inside of you."
The praise was a warm blanket, and Issei blushed under her words.
"You've grown so much," she continued, her voice dropping to a husky whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. Her gaze was intense, her blue eyes locking with his, boring into his soul. "And yet... I wonder if this is enough."
The warmth vanished, replaced by a sudden, cold knot of dread in his stomach. He knew that tone. It was the prelude to a 'training session.'
"Enough... for what?" he asked, his voice hesitant.
"For your dream," she said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "You wanted to become the Harem King, right? Well, you're close to having enough power to be a high-class devil after all the training now."
The title, a once-ridiculous fantasy, now felt like a tangible possibility. The power thrumming through him was real. He could feel it, and he could tell Rias wasn't wrong. His natural power wasn't quite as strong as hers yet, but when his emotions were at their peak during their 'sessions,' he felt near invincible.
"You gained the most power after this one," Rias continued, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "The first one, with Kiba, increased your strength by a bit, then the next one with Matsuda and Motohama increased it by more, but it plateaued a bit again with Gasper and Koneko. But, after this last one, it increased more than ever before. It seems that your emotions grow stronger in uncontrolled environments. I'll remember that for the next one."
"T-The next one?" Issei flushed deeply at her words, swallowing hard as he looked at her beautiful face. "B-Buchou, do we really need more? I... I'm already so much stronger than before."
"Maybe," Rias smirked, her thumb gently stroking his cheek, "You're probably strong enough to contend for a high-class devil title now, Ise-kun. But, is that all you want? Do you want to stop there? Or do you want to aim higher? To become one of the strongest devils in the world?" She leaned in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest through her shirt, her lips almost brushing against his ear. "More importantly, Ise-kun... do you really want the 'training sessions' to end?"
Issei's breath hitched. His mind flashed back to the scene in the gymnasium, as he remembered the basketball captain's triumphant moans, Akeno's face contorted in pleasure, and the white cum splashing across her perfect ass. The shame was still there, a bitter taste in the back of his throat. But under it was the dark, undeniable thrill of it. The power. The pleasure. The agonizing, soul-crushing ecstasy.
He blushed, a wave of heat washing over his face and neck. He couldn't meet her gaze. He looked down at the gauntlet, at the glowing gem that was a constant reminder of his twisted path to strength. He was ashamed, he was disgusted with himself, but he was also... addicted. He wanted more. He needed it.
"I... I don't want them to end, Buchou," he admitted, the words barely a whisper, laced with shame. "I... I want more. I want to get stronger. And... I want to see it again."
Rias's smile widened, a slow, triumphant curve of her lips that was both beautiful and terrifying. "I knew it. You're my little pervert, after all."
She pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous, predatory light. "Good. Because I've already planned our next session. And it's going to be a special one."
"A-A special one?" Issei pressed, but Rias just smiled lightly, her cheeks blushing, as she turned away and walked away from him.
"You'll have to wait and see, Ise-kun," She smirked, leaving Issei to his own nervous thoughts as his cock throbbed in anticipation.
Scene Break
"Are... are you alright, Ise-kun?" Asia asked cutely, and Issei shook his head, dispelling any nervousness he had as his thoughts continued to drift towards what Rias had planned for him.
"S-Sorry, Asia, I just have a lot on my mind," Issei cleared his throat, grinning widely at her, "So, this is the place, right? Where the contractor stopped responding?"
"Yup! He usually summons me here," Asia nodded at him, glancing at the house in front of her. Recently, one of Asia's usual contractors had abruptly stopped summoning her. Now, Issei and Asia had arrived to ensure nothing had happened to him.
"I'm sure he's fine. He's probably just been busy lately," Issei hummed, walking up to the door and knocking on it. But, as he did, and as no one answered, he suddenly had a bad feeling. The bad feeling only intensified as he turned the doorknob, and the door swung open with a loud creak.
"Hello? Is anyone home?" Asia called out, walking inside. The house was quiet, and as they walked in, they saw that the house was messy. Papers were thrown everywhere, and as Asia called out again, a cold chill went down Issei's spine as he heard a sudden creak from behind them.
"I already killed the human who lives here," a high-pitched, manic voice giggled from behind them.
They both whirled around to see a man with long, silver hair that was tied into a ponytail, and a wide, sadistic smile on his face as he licked his lips, "He was an easy kill. Now then, who are you two?"
"You..." Issei gritted his teeth, and he remembered the man in front of him. He had seen him once before, with Raynare, "Freed Sellzen..."
"Ah, so you remember me!" Freed cackled, pulling out a gun and aiming it at them, "The little pawn who got lucky! I'm surprised to see you're still alive, but it's fine! I get to have some fun and kill a few shitty devils!"
Asia let out a small squeak of fear and hid behind Issei as Freed fired a bullet. But, as Freed cackled wildly, thinking that the bullet had found its mark, he was shocked as he saw that the bullet was stopped by the familiar red gauntlet on Issei's arm. "What the..."
"Boost!"
A wave of red energy washed over the gauntlet as the gem glowed brightly. Freed's eyes went wide as the energy from the bullet doubled and shot back at him. He had no time to react as the bullet slammed into his stomach, sending him stumbling back with a grunt of pain as he hit the wall.
"Impossible... You shitty devil!" Freed gasped, holding his stomach as he glared at him.
"I'm not going to let you hurt Asia!" Issei growled, standing in front of her as he glared at the priest, "You're going to pay for what you did to her."
Issei's power was surging through him, a familiar, intoxicating rush. He could feel the difference. He was stronger. Faster. The power he'd gained from all those 'sessions' with Rias and the others wasn't just a fleeting boost during the act; it had settled, become a permanent part of him. He felt like he could take on the world.
"Oh? You think you're strong enough to take me on?" Freed snarled, a cruel, unhinged light in his eyes. He slowly pushed himself off the wall, a grimace of pain twisting his features. "That was a cute little trick. But this is where the real fun begins."
He reached behind him, his fingers wrapping around the hilt of a sword that was sheathed across his back. With a slow, deliberate motion, he drew it. The blade was unlike anything Issei had ever seen. It was a brilliant, shimmering silver, but it seemed to hum with a strange, chaotic energy, as if it were composed of dozens of different, shifting lights.
"You shitty devils and your little tricks," Freed cackled, giving the blade a lazy twirl. "You think your cheap parlor magic is a match for this? This is Excalibur Rapidly! One of the seven holy swords! A divine instrument forged to destroy your kind!"
Issei's blood ran cold. Excalibur. The name echoed in his mind, bringing with it the conversation he'd had with Irina and Xenovia a few days ago. They had come to Kuoh searching for the stolen fragments of the legendary sword. They had described its power, its divine properties that were a natural enemy to devils.
He had been so proud of his newfound strength, so confident in the power he'd gained. But against a holy sword? Against a divine artifact? He felt like a child bringing a knife to a gunfight. A sick, familiar dread began to coil in his gut.
"Ise-kun... that sword... It's dangerous!" Asia cried out, her small hands clutching at the back of his shirt.
Issei didn't need the warning. He could feel it. A malevolent, holy pressure radiated from the blade, a suffocating aura that made the hairs on his arms stand on end.
Freed's sadistic grin widened. "What's the matter, devil? Scared? You should be!"
He moved. It wasn't just fast. It was unnatural. Freed's body dissolved into a blur of motion, a streak of silver and black leather. He didn't run, instead he literally phased through the air, leaving a series of after-images in his wake. One moment he was by the wall, the next he was standing to Issei's left, then to his right, a ghostly, mocking presence at the edges of his vision.
Issei spun, trying to track him, but it was impossible. He was fighting a phantom. A flash of silver, and a sharp, stinging pain erupted across his cheek. He stumbled back, raising a hand to his face. His fingers came away wet with blood.
"Too slow!" Freed's disembodied voice giggled, seeming to come from everywhere at once. "You're all talk and no power, you shitty devil!"
Another blur of motion. This time, a line of fire cut across Issei's chest, slicing through his shirt and leaving a shallow gash that immediately began to burn with a holy light. The pain was sharp, searing, an unholy agony that made him gasp.
"Ise-kun!" Asia shrieked, her voice trembling with terror.
Issei gritted his teeth, boosting again, trying to anticipate the next attack. He could feel the power surging through the gauntlet, but it was useless. He couldn't hit what he couldn't see.
"Is this all the power you have? All that bragging for nothing?!" Freed taunted, appearing directly in front of him for a split second, sword raised. Before Issei could even react, he was gone again, and a fresh cut bloomed on Issei's arm.
He was being dismantled. Systematically. Humiliatingly. All the strength he'd gained, all the power from his 'training sessions,' it was all for nothing. He was just a weak, pathetic devil, getting toyed with by a madman with a holy sword. The shame was a bitter taste in his mouth, a familiar feeling that was rapidly being overshadowed by sheer, primal fear.
Asia watched from behind him, her heart pounding in her chest. Every cry of pain from Issei, every fresh wound that appeared on his body, was a fresh stab of agony for her. She was useless. Her Twilight Healing could mend wounds, but it couldn't stop the sword. She couldn't fight. She could only watch, helpless, as the person who had saved her, the person she admired most in the world, was cut to pieces.
Do something! Anything!
Then, a snippet of a conversation, one she had accidentally overheard between Rias and Akeno in the club room, surfaced in her panicked thoughts. They had been talking in hushed, urgent tones about Issei's... 'special desires.' About how to 'trigger' the full potential of his power in a real combat situation.
"...it has to be a deep betrayal," Rias's voice had said, a strange excitement in her tone. "...or a deep humiliation. Something that shatters his spirit completely."
Asia didn't understand all of it. She didn't understand the complexities of the 'training sessions.' But she understood one thing: humiliation. The pain on Issei's face as he fought, the frustration in his grunts wasn't just physical. It was the shame of being so weak, so helpless. And she realized, with a sudden clarity, what she had to do. It was a desperate, insane plan, born of a pure, desperate need to save him.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, Asia steeled herself. She stepped out from behind Issei, her small form trembling but resolute.
"Father Sellzen!" she called out, her voice surprisingly steady despite the tremor in her limbs.
Freed, who was about to launch another blurring attack, paused. He cocked his head, a look of manic curiosity on his face as he looked at the small blonde girl. "What do you want, little nun?"
"Please... please stop," she begged, her hands clasped in front of her in a gesture of supplication. She bowed her head, her blonde hair falling forward to hide her face. "Don't hurt him anymore. I'll... I'll do anything you want. Just please, spare him."
Freed let out a high-pitched, delighted giggle. "Anything? Oh, this is getting interesting! What could a little nun like you possibly offer me?"
Asia's hands, trembling, moved to the hem of her uniform blouse. She didn't look at Issei. She couldn't. If she saw the confusion, the betrayal in his eyes, she would lose her nerve.
With a single, desperate motion, she pulled the blouse up and over her head.
The fabric rustled, falling to the floor in a heap of green and white. Freed's giggling stopped abruptly. His eyes, wide and manic, locked onto her chest. She stood there, her torso clad only in a simple, plain white bra, the fabric straining against the surprisingly full, round mounds of her breasts. They were pale, creamy globes of flesh, larger and more mature than her soft frame would suggest, the top of them swelling over the simple cups of the bra.
"Well, well, well..." Freed breathed, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. A slow, lecherous grin spread across his face. "Look at what we have here. The little nun has a secret." He took a step forward, his Excalibur Rapidly forgotten for the moment.
"A-Asia... no..." Issei choked out, the words catching in his throat. He stared, his mind reeling, refusing to process the scene. She was sacrificing herself. For him. The girl he was supposed to protect was offering herself to this monster on his behalf. A cold, hollow ache spread through his chest, a pain far deeper than any sword wound.
"Please," Asia begged again, her small hands fumbling behind her back. She found the clasp of her bra, her clumsy fingers struggling with the simple mechanism. "Please take me. Use me. Just... just let him go. Let Ise-kun live."
The clasp came undone with a soft click. She pulled the bra away, letting it fall to the floor. Her breasts were exposed, two perfect, pale orbs that tipped forward slightly, their creamy skin looking pale and soft. Her nipples were already hardening in the cool, tense air of the room, small, tight buds that seemed to plead for a touch.
"Holy... shit..." Freed breathed, his eyes wide with avarice. He took another step closer, his gaze devouring her. "You're... you're actually serious. You want this shitty devil to live so badly you'd give me this?"
He let out a high-pitched, cackling laugh that echoed in the dusty room. "You devils are all the same! Pathetic! Willing to debase yourselves for one another! It's disgusting!"
He dropped into a crouch, his face now level with her chest. He reached out a grimy hand, a cruel, triumphant smirk on his face.
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," he crooned, then, with a sudden, violent motion, he grabbed her.
Asia cried out, a sharp, pained sound as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her breast. He wasn't gentle. He mauled her, his hand kneading, squeezing, twisting the tender flesh with a sadistic glee. His other hand shot out, grabbing her other breast, mauling it with equal force.
"Oh! Father Sellzen! That... that hurts!" Asia whimpered, her body trembling, her hands flying up to clutch at his arm, but she didn't push him away. She just endured it, her face a mask of pain and sacrifice.
"Hurts? That's the point, you little devil-whore!" he snarled, yanking her closer. He looked past her, his wild eyes locking with Issei's. "And you're going to watch. You're going to stand there, bleeding all over the floor, and watch as I have my fun with your little girlfriend. I'm going to kill you both when I'm done, don't you worry about that. But I'm going to enjoy this. I'm going to enjoy cucking you so hard your pathetic devil soul can't even reform in the Underworld."
The word hung in the air, a poison dart aimed directly at Issei's soul. Cuck. It struck him with the force of a physical blow, a sickening, gut-wrenching jolt that was far more agonizing than any of the sword wounds.
He was frozen. A statue of pure horror. He could only stand there, the blood from the gash on his chest running down his stomach, and watch. He watched Freed's filthy hands on her pale, perfect skin. He watched the way her breasts were squeezed and distorted by his rough grip.
He was weak. Useless. He was going to die, and the last thing he would see was the girl he cared for being defiled in front of him. The shame was a suffocating fog, thick and suffocating. But under it, something else stirred. A dark, treacherous heat. His cock, which had been limp with terror and pain, gave a traitorous twitch. It throbbed, a slow, insistent beat against the fabric of his pants. He was getting hard. He was getting aroused watching this.
The realization was a fresh wave of agony, a self-loathing so profound it made him want to scream.
"F-Father Sellzen..." Asia stammered, her voice trembling as he continued to roughly grope her, her body swaying under his assault. "Please... before you... before you do anything else... please, let me heal him."
Freed paused, his hands stilling on her breasts. He looked down at her, then over at Issei, a considering glint in his mad eyes. He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound. "Heal him? Why would I let you do that? I want him to bleed out. I want him to watch this while he's weak and dying."
He winced slightly, a flicker of pain crossing his face as he shifted his weight. His hand, still gripping Asia's breast, moved to his own stomach, pressing against the spot where the boosted bullet had struck.
"Ah... but you know," he grumbled, looking down at the blood staining his own robes. "This fucking stings like hell. That cheap little trick of yours packed a punch."
He looked back at Asia, a cruel, greedy light in his eyes. "Alright. You can heal me. Heal my stomach. Right now, while I'm playing with these funbags!"
Asia's face crumpled. Her gaze darted to Issei, to the blood still flowing from the gash on his chest, a silent plea for forgiveness in her eyes. But she knew she had no choice. It was the only way to buy him any more time.
"Y-yes, Father Sellzen," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Of course."
Freed grinned, a flash of yellow teeth. "Good girl."
He pulled her closer, his arm wrapping around her waist, pressing her naked torso against his side. With his other hand, he went back to mauling her breasts, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, squeezing and twisting with a renewed vigor. He sighed in contentment, a sick, happy sound. "That's better. Now, get to it. And no funny business, or I'll make you watch me carve him into little pieces."
Asia squeezed her eyes shut, her small hands glowing with a soft, green light. She pressed her hands against Freed's stomach, right over the blood-stained fabric of his robes. The light intensified, a gentle, holy warmth that began to mend the torn flesh beneath. She concentrated, her face a mask of concentration, trying to ignore the rough, insistent touch of his hands on her breasts.
Issei watched, paralyzed by a storm of conflicting emotions. There was the searing pain from the holy sword wounds, a burning agony that was slowly draining his strength. There was the soul-crushing shame of his powerlessness, of being forced to watch this. And under it all, there was the dark, sickening, undeniable arousal.
His cock, that traitorous organ, was rock hard, straining painfully against the fabric of his pants. He was a bloody, dying mess, but he was also painfully aroused. He was watching the sweet, innocent girl who admired him, the girl he was sworn to protect, being groped and molested. And worse, he was watching her heal their enemy, her delicate hands mending the wounds of the man who was trying to kill them both.
"Ah, that's the stuff," Freed groaned, his head lolling back. The green light of Asia's power washed over him, knitting the torn skin and muscle. The wound on his stomach began to close, the bleeding stopping. His grip on her breast tightened, a possessive, celebratory gesture. "See? That's not so hard, is it? You shitty devils are good for something after all!"
He looked over at Issei, a wicked, triumphant smirk on his face. "How does it feel, pawn? Watching your little girlfriend use her powers to save the man who's about to kill you? Her hands, healing me... her tits, in my hands... while you stand there and bleed. Does it hurt? I hope it hurts. I'm cucking you in front of your own eyes! I'm cucking you so hard!"
His words were a physical assault, a fresh wave of humiliation that washed over Issei, hot and suffocating. He saw the smug, triumphant look on Freed's face, the way his fingers dug into Asia's pale flesh, the way Asia's small hands glowed as she healed him.
And then, the dark heat inside him, the heat born of shame and jealousy and a sick, twisted fetish, finally boiled over. It was no longer just a throb in his groin; it was a raging fire, a maelstrom of emotion that threatened to consume him whole.
The pain in his chest, the shame in his soul, the agonizing pleasure in his loins—it all coalesced into a single, all-consuming need. The need for power. His hand moved down, shoving down his pants as his cock swung out, and he grabbed it as he started stroking frantically. A new, more powerful wave of jealousy rushed through him as he saw Freed laughing at him, and then Asia looked at him with wide, tear-filled eyes.
"Look at him! The shitty devil is getting off on this! What a fucking cuck!" Freed cackled, his laughter a harsh, grating sound. He released one of Asia's breasts, a cruel smirk on his face as he saw her reaction to the look in his eyes. He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her uniform's skirt.
"W-wait! Father Sellzen! Please!" Asia cried out, her body tensing as she flushed.
But her pleas were useless. With a single, violent tug, Freed ripped the skirt from her body. The fabric tore with a loud, final riiiip, leaving her in only her simple white panties. She stood there, trembling and exposed, a vision of sacrificial innocence in the middle of a hellscape.
"These have to go too," Freed grunted, a greedy, avaricious light in his eyes. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of the panties, and with another sharp tug, he tore them away as well, exposing the last of her to him.
She was completely naked now. Pale, soft, and trembling.
"Oh, that's a pretty little pussy," Freed breathed, his eyes wide as he stared at her. He let out a high-pitched, cackling laugh as he saw her blush and try to cover herself. "Don't hide it, you little devil-whore! I'm going to enjoy breaking you in front of your little boyfriend!"
He was rough and demanding as he yanked down his own pants, freeing his own hard cock. It sprang out, a thick, angry-looking thing that was already beading with precum at the tip. He moved closer, pressing the hard, hot length of it against the soft, firm curve of Asia's ass. He ground himself against her, a slow, deliberate motion that made her whimper.
"Please... Ise-kun..." she whispered, her body shuddering under his touch as her resolve faded. She looked over at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear, shame, and arousal. He saw her, but he didn't really see her. His eyes were glazed, unfocused, lost in a haze of pain and a dark, twisted arousal. His hand was a frantic blur on his own cock, a desperate, punishing rhythm that mirrored the chaos in his soul.
Freed laughed, a cruel, triumphant sound. He grabbed her hips, his grip like a vise, and positioned himself behind her. He lined the head of his cock up with her slick, wet entrance.
"Ready to get cucked, you shitty devil?" he snarled, looking directly at Issei. "Ready to watch me breed your little nun?"
Without waiting for an answer, without any care for her comfort, he slammed into her.
Asia let out a sharp, pained cry that was quickly drowned out by Freed's groan of pleasure. He was buried balls-deep inside her, a brutal, possessive invasion. He didn't give her a moment to adjust. He started to fuck her with a punishing, animalistic rhythm, his hips slapping against her ass with a wet, rhythmic percussion that was obscene in the quiet room.
SMACK!
His hand came down hard on her right buttock, leaving a bright red handprint on the pale skin.
"A-ah! Father Sellzen! That hurts!" Asia yelped, her body jolting forward.
SMACK!
"I know it hurts, you little slut! That's the point!" he grunted, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove into her again. "This is what happens when shitty devils try to play hero!"
He spanked her again, and again, a rhythmic, punishing assault that was as much about dominance as it was about pleasure. Her pale skin quickly turned a brilliant, glowing red, a testament to his brutality.
And through it all, a strange, terrifying transformation was happening within Asia. The pain was still there, a sharp, stinging agony with every slap, every brutal thrust. But under it, a different kind of heat was building. A deep, coiling warmth in her core that was spreading through her limbs, making her tremble for a different reason.
The feeling of being so completely and utterly possessed, of being used for another's pleasure, it was a violation, but it was also a dark, intoxicating thrill. The shame was a fire, and she was burning in it.
Her moans, which had started as pained whimpers, began to change. They took on a different tone, a breathy, husky quality that was laced with a reluctant pleasure.
"Ise-kun... Ise-kun..." she panted, her body rocking with the force of Freed's thrusts. Her eyes found him, a tearful, apologetic look in their depths. "I... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
SMACK!
"A-ah! I'm sorry... I'm so sorry... but... but it feels... it feels so good..."
The words were a betrayal, a dagger to Issei's heart, and to her own. But she couldn't stop them. They were torn from her lips by the overwhelming sensations that were flooding her body. She was sorry, but she was also lost, a willing sacrifice to a dark and delicious pleasure.
Her apology was the final, crushing blow. It was the ultimate confirmation of his inadequacy. He was watching the girl he cared for being brutalized, and she was apologizing to him for enjoying it. He was so weak, so pathetic, that even in this moment of violation, she was thinking of his feelings.
The jealousy, the shame, the agony, all coalesced into a single, white-hot point of rage in the pit of his stomach. The power that had been simmering inside him, the dark energy born of his twisted fetish, finally exploded.
The gem on the gauntlet, which had been glowing with a steady, intense light, suddenly erupted into a blinding, crimson nova. A wave of raw, untamed power washed over him, so intense it was almost painful. His wounds, the searing gashes from the holy sword, began to close, the burning holy energy dissolving under the sheer force of his own demonic power. He felt stronger than he had ever felt before, a raw, untamed power coursing through his veins.
And in that moment, he understood.
This was it. This was the true power of the Boosted Gear. It wasn't just about amplifying physical attacks. It was about amplifying emotions. And the most powerful emotion he possessed was this dark, sickening, all-consuming cuckoldry.
Freed was so lost in his own pleasure, so focused on his brutal conquest, that he didn't notice the change in Issei. He continued to pound into Asia, his grunts and groans filling the room, his hands still groping and spanking her reddened ass.
"You're mine now, you little slut! All mine!" he snarled, his rhythm becoming erratic, more desperate. He was close.
"Y-yes... Father Sellzen... I'm yours..." Asia whimpered, her body writhing against him, her own climax building.
With a final, guttural roar, Freed slammed into her one last, punishing time. He buried himself to the hilt, his cock throbbing as he erupted deep inside her. He came hard, a hot, thick flood of cum that filled her, marking her, claiming her as his own. He collapsed against her, his weight pinning her to the floor, a panting, sweaty mess.
And as that last, possessive thrust tore through Asia, as she felt the hot flood of her enemy's cum filling her, her own orgasm crashed over her. A high, keening cry was ripped from her throat, her body convulsing, her inner walls clamping down on his spent cock, milking him for every last drop. Her apology was forgotten, replaced by a primal, shuddering wave of pure, undeniable pleasure.
Issei watched it all. The final, brutal thrust. The look of triumphant bliss on Freed's face. The shuddering, gasping orgasm that wracked Asia's body. The sight of his enemy cumming inside the girl he cared for, and her loving it.
The world shattered. His mind went white. A strangled, choked sob escaped his lips, a sound of pure, soul-crushing agony. His hips bucked wildly, and with a violent, desperate lurch, his own cock erupted. Cum shot from the tip in long, sticky strings, splattering onto the dusty floorboards in front of him. He painted the ground with his shame, a pathetic, pulsing puddle of his own making. His knees buckled, his vision swam, and he slumped to the floor, a boneless, trembling wreck, his body wracked with the aftershocks of the most powerful, most humiliating orgasm of his life.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were the ragged gasps for breath. Freed, panting, slowly pushed himself up off Asia's back, a smug, satisfied smirk on his face. He pulled out of her with a wet, slick sound, a thick trickle of his own cum mixed with her juices running down her pale thigh.
He looked down at the mess on the floor, then over at the slumped, shuddering form of Issei. He let out a high-pitched, delighted cackle.
"Ha! Look at you! You pathetic, shitty cuck!" he jeered, pointing a finger at the puddle of cum on the floor. "You got off on watching me fuck your little girlfriend! You really are the lowest form of devil scum!"
But his eyes went wide as Issei's gem glowed bright, and Issei slowly shoved himself forward. He locked his gaze with Freeds, his eyes narrowing.
"Huh? Why do you look so-"
Before he could even finish speaking, Issei was on his feet, and his hand was around Freed's neck as he lifted him in the air. Freed's eyes went wider, looking at the sword he had dropped during his lust-filled fucking, and then looked back at Issei with fear-filled eyes. But, as Issei raised his hand to get revenge and kill Freed, a soft voice stopped him.
"F-Father Sellzen... so good... p-please, do it more..." Asia moaned, her eyes glazed over as she was slumped on the floor, and Issei's eyes went wide. His cock throbbed as Asia begged for his enemy's cock, and he slowly lowered Freed back to the floor. With a flushed face, he looked back at Asia, his Sacred Gear pulsing with power, and then just grunted.
"Go." He said firmly to Freed, who nodded fearfully as he grabbed his sword and promptly sprinted out of the house.
As Issei stared down at Asia's moaning form, he knew he had won, but it definitely didn't feel like it.
Chapter End
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