"Wow, that's concerning. That stray exorcist is back..." Rias muttered, but then looked approvingly at Issei's arm, which was clad with his Sacred Gear, "But, you got a bigger power boost than ever before, didn't you? This was even bigger than the basketball game!"
"Y-Yeah..." Issei blushed deeply, looking away from Rias and towards the ground, "W-When I saw him... fucking Asia like that... I was more jealous than I'd ever been before. I... I was more powerful than I'd ever been, too."
"Fufu, that's so funny, isn't it?" Akeno giggled, holding a hand to her lips as she smirked, "The great Red Dragon Emperor, who wants to be the Harem King, gets powered up by being cucked. How ironic."
"Sh-Shut up! That's not it!" Issei flushed deeply, glaring at Akeno, though she just giggled again in response.
"Now, now, Akeno. Don't tease Ise-kun too much," Rias hummed, though she had a wide smile on her face, "But it's true that your power is skyrocketing. And, since we need you to get even stronger, I've prepared that special training session I told you about."
Issei's blood ran cold at her words, and he swallowed nervously as he looked at Rias, "A-A special one? W-What are you..."
Rias just smirked at him, and as if on cue, a large, orange magic circle appeared on the ground, which began to glow brightly, and then a platform of flames rose from it. On top of the platform was a tall man with long, blonde hair, a smug grin on his face, and a familiar outfit that made Issei's blood boil.
Riser Phenex.
"W-What is he doing here?!" Issei snarled, pointing at the man, "Get that asshole out of here! He tried to take you away, Buchou!"
Riser just smirked widely, paying Issei no mind as he stepped off the platform and walked over next to Rias and Akeno. Then, he did something that made Issei's entire world grind to a halt.
He wrapped his arms around both of them.
His hands, large and confident, rose up from their waists, cupping the underside of their magnificent breasts. He gave them a slow, deliberate squeeze, his thumbs brushing over the fabric of their shirts, right over their hardened nipples. Rias let out a soft, pleased hum, leaning her head back against Riser's shoulder. Akeno simply watched Issei, a look of wicked amusement on her face as her body arched slightly into his touch.
Issei felt a sickening lurch in his stomach, a dizzying wave of vertigo. The room tilted, the colors blurring at the edges. His blood, which had been boiling with rage a moment before, now felt like ice water in his veins. He couldn't breathe. His lungs burned, but no air would come.
"Riser..." Rias purred, her voice a husky, contented murmur. She turned her head, her eyes looking up at him with an adoration that twisted like a knife in Issei's gut. "Thank you for coming."
"It's my pleasure, my dear Rias," Riser chuckled, the sound a deep, confident rumble that vibrated through the girls' bodies. His hands continued their slow, possessive massage, squeezing the soft flesh, his actions a blatant, undisguised claim. "Anything for my beautiful ex-fiancée. And her lovely Queen, of course."
He gave Akeno's breast an extra, playful squeeze. She responded with a soft, breathy gasp, her violet eyes never leaving Issei's.
"Stop it..." The words were a strangled, choked whisper, torn from Issei's throat. "Stop... touching them..."
Rias finally deigned to look at him. A slow, deliberate smile spread across her face, a beautiful, cruel, and utterly confident curve of her lips. She saw the rage, the disbelief, the raw agony in his eyes, and she savored it.
"But why, Ise-kun?" she asked, her voice a silken taunt. "Don't you see? This is for you."
"And, you're already getting harder, and stronger," Rias continued, her smirk widening as she gestured with a delicate chin towards his crotch. "Just look. Your jealousy is a more potent fuel than I ever could have imagined."
Issei's gaze shot down. His pants were tented so obscenely that it looked like a circus pole was trying to escape. The fabric was stretched tight, outlining the hard, desperate length of his cock. A fresh wave of shame washed over him, hot and suffocating. His body, his treacherous, pathetic body, was celebrating this humiliation.
A deep, arrogant laugh echoed through the room. Riser. He looked down at Issei, a look of utter contempt on his face. He was a king looking at an insect.
"Pathetic," he sneered, the word dripping with condescension. "Look at you, Red Dragon Emperor. The hero who 'saved' my Rias. Reduced to a quivering, horny mess just from watching me touch her. You're nothing. You're just a pawn. A cuckolded little pawn."
He leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of Rias's ear, his eyes locked on Issei's. "It seems my dear ex-fiancée was right. All this power you've gained, it's all just a byproduct of your pathetic little fetish. How sad."
Riser's smile widened, a predatory glint in his eyes. "You fought me once, and you won, thanks to your borrowed power and your little friends. But that was a game. This..." He gave Rias's breast another hard, possessive squeeze. "This is reality. And in reality, all it takes is one chance. One night with a woman, and she belongs to me forever."
Issei froze, his heart pounding as Riser grinned wider.
"You've seen my peerage, so you know it's true! A woman who spends a single night with me can never go back! I've claimed all of them, and they'll never want another man after me! And now, Rias has finally given me that chance..."
Riser's gaze was a physical blow, a confirmation of the dark, paranoid fear that had been festering in the back of Issei's mind. He knew Rias was doing this for him, that this was all part of the 'training,' a twisted, cruel method to unlock his power. But what if... what if Riser was right? What if she gave Riser a chance, and now she would be lost to him forever?
The thought was a poison, seeping into his soul. The image of Rias, the Buchou he adored, the woman he had fought so hard to protect, melting into Riser's arms, her eyes filled with a genuine, irreversible desire for him… it was a vision of hell.
And with that vision came the traitorous response. His cock, already a throbbing, aching presence against his zipper, seemed to swell. A fresh wave of shame washed over him, so potent it made him dizzy. He was getting off on this. On the potential, the terrifyingly plausible idea, of losing her forever.
Riser watched him, a knowing, triumphant smirk playing on his lips. He saw the conflict in Issei's eyes, the way his hands were trembling. He saw the bulge in his pants grow even more pronounced.
"Look at him," Riser chuckled, a deep, arrogant sound that made Issei's blood run cold. "He knows it's true. He knows that once I've had a taste, Rias will be mine forever. She'll forget all about her pathetic little pawn."
"Don't get too ahead of yourself, Riser, I'm just doing this for-MPH!" Rias started to say, giving Riser a dry look, but she was cut off as Riser made his move.
He leaned down, his lips capturing Rias's in a brutal, possessive kiss. It wasn't a gentle peck. It was a claim. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, a raw, dominant act. Rias moaned, a soft, breathy sound of surrender, her body arching into him instinctually. She tried to pull back from the sudden kiss, but as Riser's hand found the back of her head, she melted into it as she was held in place.
Issei watched, mesmerized, as the woman of his dreams kissed Riser with a passion that made his stomach clench. He saw the way her tongue tangled with his, the way her body melted against him. It was a private, intimate moment, and he was the unwilling, horrified audience.
Riser's free hand, the one not holding Rias, moved. It slid down Akeno's back, a slow, deliberate journey over the curve of her spine. His fingers paused for a moment, then slid lower, cupping the full, perfect globe of her buttock. He gave it a hard, possessive squeeze, the flesh yielding under his grip. Akeno let out a soft gasp, not of surprise, but of pleasure, her head tilting back as she pushed her ass back into his hand.
Issei's world was a spinning vortex of humiliation and arousal. He was watching Riser kiss Rias while groping Akeno's ass, and both of them were loving it. He could feel the power surging through the gauntlet, a dark, intoxicating energy that was fueled by his agony.
His eyes, wide and unblinking, were glued to Riser. He saw the way Riser's thumb hooked into the waistband of Rias's skirt, the fabric straining against the digit. He saw the look of triumph in Riser's eyes as he pulled away from the kiss, a thin strand of saliva connecting their lips for a fleeting moment. He heard the smug, commanding tone of Riser's voice as he spoke, "You two, strip. Now."
The words were like ice water down Issei's spine. His hands, which had been clenched into fists at his sides, tightened until his knuckles were white. He wanted to lunge forward, to tear Riser away from them, to smash that arrogant smirk off his face. But he was rooted to the spot, a prisoner of his own twisted desires.
Rias, her chest heaving, a flush on her cheeks, turned to face him, her blue eyes blazing with a mixture of desire and defiance.
"Don't order me around, Riser," she snapped, her voice a husky purr that did little to hide the excitement beneath. "Remember, this is all for a show. You're a guest here, and we're just doing this for Issei."
A guest. The word was a lifeline, a small, desperate reassurance that this was all an act. But her body told a different story. Her nipples, hard and visible against the thin fabric of her shirt, betrayed her true feelings. The slight tremor in her hands, the way she kept glancing back at Riser, a hungry, expectant look in her eyes—it was all a performance, yes, but a performance she was sinking into with alarming ease.
Riser just waved a dismissive hand, a smug, confident gesture that made it clear he didn't believe her for a second.
"Details, details," he chuckled, turning to Akeno. "You, on the other hand, seem to understand your role."
Akeno simply giggled, a low, melodic sound that was both inviting and dangerous. She reached up, her fingers deftly undoing the buttons of her shirt. The fabric parted, revealing the creamy skin of her chest, the lacy black bra struggling to contain her magnificent breasts.
Riser, for his part, wasted no time. He grabbed the hem of his own shirt, pulling it over his head in a single, fluid motion. His chest was broad and muscular, which made Issei feel even more insecure. His hands went to his belt. The metal buckle clicked open, a sharp, definitive sound that echoed in the silent room. He shoved his pants down.
They pooled around his ankles.
And the entire world seemed to stop.
Rias's annoyed retort died on her lips. Akeno's hands, which had been reaching for her bra, froze mid-air. And Issei… Issei just stared, his jaw hanging slack, a cold, sickening knot of inadequacy forming in the pit of his stomach.
It wasn't a cock. It was a monument. A pale, veiny column of flesh that defied all logic and anatomy. Even in its semi-aroused state, it was impossibly thick, the heavy length of it resting on a pair of large, heavy balls. It was a weapon of mass procreation, a tool designed for one purpose and one purpose only: to utterly and completely dominate any woman it was lucky enough to enter.
A strangled, choked noise escaped Issei's throat. He glanced down at his own crotch as he hastily pulled off his own pants, a wave of soul-crushing jealousy washing over him so powerful it made him dizzy. His own cock, which had felt so powerful and impressive moments before, now seemed like a sad, pathetic little twig in comparison. Riser was a towering tree, and he was a sapling.
Riser saw their reaction. A slow, triumphant smirk spread across his face, a predator enjoying the fear and awe he inspired. He reached down, giving the monstrous organ a slow, deliberate pump. It twitched, hardening further, growing even more impossibly large in his grip. He let it go, and it swung back down, a heavy, intimidating pendulum.
Without another word, he walked over to Rias's large desk. He swept a stack of papers and a delicate fountain pen onto the floor with a careless flick of his wrist, the clutter clattering on the wood. Then, he sat. He leaned back on his elbows, his legs spread wide, the monstrous pillar of his flesh on full, arrogant display. He looked like a king on a throne, surveying his kingdom.
"Get on with it," he commanded, his voice a low, lazy drawl that was somehow more commanding than a shout. "I haven't got all day."
Rias's jaw tightened, a flash of her usual regal anger sparking in her blue eyes. "Don't you dare sit on my desk like some… like a piece of furniture, Riser!"
Her words were a valiant attempt at regaining control, but they were weak and shaky. Her gaze kept flicking down to the massive rod between Riser's legs, a flicker of raw, undisguised desire that she couldn't quite conceal. She was fighting it, but she was losing.
Issei saw it all. His cock, which had already been a throbbing, aching entity of jealousy, now felt like it was trying to punch through his own skin. The sight of Rias, so flustered, so on the back foot, her composure cracking under the sheer, overwhelming presence of Riser's endowment... it was a potent, intoxicating drug. He started to stroke, a slow, steady rhythm, his hand moving over his own comparatively modest shaft, the friction a familiar, pathetic comfort in the face of such a glorious rival.
Akeno, however, had already abandoned all pretense of resistance. A slow, sly smile touched her lips, her violet eyes gleaming with a wicked, predatory light. She understood the new order of things.
"As you wish, Riser-sama," she purred, the honorific a deliberate, cutting jab at Rias, and a tantalizing promise to Riser.
With fluid, practiced grace, Akeno finished unbuttoning her shirt. She let it slide from her shoulders, falling to the floor as she reached behind her, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulder as she unhooked her bra. The black lace fell away, and her magnificent breasts were freed. They were large and perfect, standing proud and firm, the dark nipples already hardening into tight, needy points.
Rias watched her, her own breathing growing shallow. She saw the look of pure, unadulterated lust in Riser's eyes as he devoured Akeno with his gaze. She saw the way Akeno reveled in it, her back arching, presenting herself to him. A battle was being waged within Rias, a war between her pride as the clan's heir and the primal, undeniable call of her own body. And her body was screaming.
With a soft, almost inaudible sigh that was half surrender, half despair, Rias reached for the hem of her own shirt. Her movements were slower, more hesitant than Akeno's, a stark display of her internal conflict. She pulled it over her head, her crimson hair tumbling back down around her shoulders. Her own breasts, a pale, perfect rival to Akeno's, spilled from their confines, the large red nipples already hard with arousal.
They stood before him, two goddesses of pale skin and perfect curves, a feast for the eyes.
Akeno was the first to move, her hips swaying in a hypnotic rhythm as she stepped forward. Her violet eyes were locked on Riser's massive cock, a look of worshipful hunger on her face. She reached out, her delicate fingers closing around the thick, veiny shaft.
Riser, however, had other plans. Before her fingers could even fully wrap around him, he shot out a hand, gripping her wrist. His grip was firm, unyielding. He stopped her cold.
Akeno froze, a flicker of surprise in her eyes. She looked up at him, a question in her gaze.
"Tsk, tsk," Riser tsked, a lazy, arrogant smirk playing on his lips. He looked down at her, then past her, his eyes finding Rias's. "Don't get ahead of yourself, servant."
He released her wrist, his gaze never leaving Rias's. "You're just the entertainment. Be a good Queen and get on your knees."
His words were a lash, cutting through the tension in the room. Akeno's lips curled into a slow, sly smile, a flicker of understanding and excitement in her eyes. She knew her place in this new power dynamic.
Without a word, she sank to her knees. It wasn't a clumsy collapse, but instead a slow, deliberate, graceful descent. She knelt before him, her back straight, her hands resting on her thighs, a picture of submissive obedience. His monstrous cock was now directly in front of her face, so close she could feel the heat radiating from it, a thick, potent musk that filled her senses. She looked up at him, her violet eyes wide and adoring, waiting for her next command.
Riser's smirk widened at her perfect submission. He looked past her, at Rias, who was still standing there, a statue of indecision and fury.
"Rias," he said, his voice a low, seductive purr. "Come here. Sit on my lap."
Rias's jaw tightened. "Don't you dare order me around, Riser," she snapped, her voice a trembling echo of her usual commanding tone. "You're just here for Issei, alright? Don't get cocky!"
Riser didn't even flinch. He just laughed, a low, arrogant sound that was more mocking than amused. He shifted his weight, the movement making his massive cock sway gently, a hypnotic, obscene pendulum right in Akeno's line of sight.
"Sure, sure, whatever," he said, his tone dropping, becoming more serious and more intense. "Now, stop this pathetic little rebellion. You want this. I can see it in your eyes. So come here."
Rias's breath hitched. Her defiant glare faltered, her gaze darting to Akeno, who knelt so willingly, so contentedly, at Riser's feet. She saw the adoration, the raw, undisguised hunger in her Queen's eyes. She was losing control. Of the situation, of her peerage, and most terrifyingly, of herself.
She took a shaky, unsteady step forward. Her bare feet made no sound on the polished wooden floor. Then another. Her entire body was trembling, a barely suppressed tremor of shame and a dark, reluctant excitement. She stopped in front of Riser, her magnificent, naked body bathed in dim light. For a long moment, she just stood there.
Riser's arm shot out, a flash of movement that was surprisingly fast. He didn't grab her or pull her. He simply wrapped it around her waist, a warm, possessive band of muscle that settled on her skin. Then, with a gentle, undeniable tug, he guided her.
She collapsed onto his lap. It wasn't a graceful, deliberate movement. It was a surrender, a boneless, exhausted plop. Her massive, bubbly ass, a masterpiece of pale, perfect flesh, came down on his thighs with a soft thump. The contact sent a jolt through both of them. She could feel the heat of him, the hard muscle of his legs, and, most of all, the intimidating, heavy presence of his monstrous cock, which was now jutting out under her crotch as she sat on his lap.
His other arm came up, wrapping around her torso, pulling her flush against his chest. He had her. He had her completely. She was a queen captured, a goddess dethroned, her back pressed against the warm, solid chest of her conqueror.
He looked over her shoulder, past her trembling form, and directly at Issei. His eyes were alight with a triumphant, predatory fire. He smirked, a slow, deliberate curve of his lips that was a silent, mocking message: See? This is how it's done.
Issei's breath hitched. His cock, which he had been stroking with a desperate, frantic rhythm, gave a violent, painful lurch. The sight of Rias, his Buchou, so utterly possessed, melted into the arms of another man, was a fresh, agonizing wave of humiliation. But it was also fuel. The power surging through the gauntlet intensified, a dark, intoxicating heat that made the gem pulse with a crimson light. His strokes quickened, a punishing rhythm that matched the frantic, jealous beat of his heart.
Riser leaned in, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin of Rias's neck. He didn't kiss her. He just breathed, a hot, possessive exhalation that made her shudder. His free hand, the one wrapped around her waist, began to move. It traced a slow, deliberate path up her ribcage, a light, teasing touch that made her muscles tense. Then, it found its mark.
His fingers closed around her right breast. He didn't squeeze. He cupped the heavy orb, his palm molding to its perfect shape, his thumb brushing over the hardened, pebbled surface of her nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, a slow, expert twist that sent a bolt of pure pleasure shooting through her.
A soft, helpless moan escaped her lips. It was a sound of surrender, a dam breaking. All the fight, all the defiance, drained out of her in an instant, replaced by a raw, overwhelming need.
Riser felt her capitulation in the way her body went limp against him, in the way her head lolled back to rest on his shoulder. A triumphant smirk touched his lips. He had won. Not just this battle, but her. He captured her lips in a rough, possessive kiss, his tongue forcing its way into her mouth, claiming her completely.
This time, she didn't just moan. She kissed him back.
Her tongue, which had been so hesitant moments before, met his with a desperate, hungry passion. She twisted in his lap, her body squirming against his, her ass grinding against the massive, hard length of his cock. It was no longer a performance. It was a desperate, carnal need. She was lost, a willing sacrifice to the god of pleasure who held her captive.
Issei watched, his vision swimming with tears of rage and shame. He saw the way her body melted, the way she responded to Riser's touch with an abandon she had never shown him. He saw the way her hand came up to tangle in Riser's blonde hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss, a clear, undeniable sign of her participation.
The jealousy was a physical force, a crushing weight on his chest. He stroked faster, harder, the friction almost painful. He wasn't just masturbating anymore; he was trying to fuck himself with his own fist, a desperate, pathetic attempt to replicate the pleasure Riser was giving her.
And then, he saw Akeno move.
Akeno, who had been kneeling so patiently, so obediently, her violet eyes locked on the scene with a look of intense focus, leaned forward. Her face drew closer to the monumental pillar of flesh that jutted from between Riser's and Rias's bodies.
She didn't hesitate. She didn't tease. She simply opened her mouth, her full, soft lips wrapping around one of the heavy, tight balls that hung beneath the shaft. Her tongue, wet and warm, began to bathe the sensitive skin, licking and sucking with a reverence that was almost religious.
Riser broke the kiss with Rias, a deep, guttural groan of pleasure escaping his lips. His head fell back against the headrest of the chair, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored the sensation.
"Fuck... yes..." he breathed, his voice a low, rumbling purr of satisfaction. "That's a good Queen. Know your place."
Rias, panting, her lips swollen and wet from the brutal kiss, looked down at Akeno's actions, a hazy, dazed look in her blue eyes. A fresh wave of heat washed over her, a dark, thrilling heat at the sight of her Queen so willingly pleasuring the man who possessed her. She ground her ass harder against Riser's lap, a desperate, needy motion, her body craving more.
Akeno released the ball with a soft, wet pop, her tongue flicking out to give it one last, teasing lick. Then, she looked up.
Her eyes, half-lidded and gleaming with a wicked, triumphant light, found Issei's.
A slow, deliberate smirk spread across her face, a look of cruelty that was designed to cut him to the bone and make her even more aroused. She held his gaze as she reached out a delicate hand, her fingers wrapping around the immense girth of Riser's shaft. She couldn't even get her fingers to meet, her hand looking small and insignificant against the sheer, monstrous size of him.
She began to stroke, her movements slow and reverent. Her other hand came up to gently cup and massage his other heavy ball.
"Look at you, Ise-kun," she purred, her voice a husky, melodic mockery that carried clearly across the room. Her thumb smeared a bead of precum over the head of Riser's cock, the glistening fluid a stark testament to his arousal. "Just watching. Just stroking your pathetic little cock while a real man takes what's his."
She leaned in, her full, soft lips brushing against the side of the massive shaft. "You see this?" she murmured, her breath hot against the sensitive skin. "This isn't just a little dick like yours. This is a real cock."
Riser chuckled, a deep, arrogant sound, one hand still possessively squeezing Rias's breast as she writhed on his lap. He was enjoying the show, enjoying the way Akeno was degrading their pawn for his pleasure. He was the center of this universe, a sun they all revolved around.
"This cock, Ise-kun," Akeno continued, her eyes locked with his, her words a deliberate, venomous poison. "This cock is made for one thing. For turning proud, powerful women into needy, submissive little bitches."
She punctuated her words with a hard, deliberate stroke of her fist.
"Like me," she confessed, a shudder of pure pleasure running through her body. "And like our Buchou."
She gestured with her chin to Rias, who was now a mindless, writhing creature of pure lust, her head thrown back, her hips bucking against Riser's crotch, desperate for friction.
"She's already forgotten about you," Akeno taunted, her smirk widening. "All she can think about is this. All she wants is this. She wants to be fucked by a real cock, to be bred by a real king. Not by a jealous little cuckold who can only get hard by watching."
Issei let out a choked, strangled sob. Her words were a physical assault, each one a fresh knife twist in the gaping wound of his soul. He stroked faster, a desperate, punishing rhythm, the friction a raw, agonizing fire. His vision swam, a blur of humiliating pleasure.
Then, Akeno turned her attention back to her prize. She leaned forward, her mouth opening wide. She took the head of Riser's monstrous cock into her mouth.
Issei watched, mesmerized, as her lips stretched, obscenely, impossibly wide to accommodate the sheer girth of him. It was a struggle, a feat of oral gymnastics that should have been impossible. But she was determined. She was a woman on a mission, a priestess worshipping at the altar of a massive, living god.
She pushed forward, slowly, deliberately, her throat relaxing as she took more and more of him into her. A strangled gagging sound escaped her lips, her body tensing, but she didn't stop. She was a glutton for punishment, a masochist reveling in her own degradation.
"God damn, woman," Riser grunted, a look of impressed surprise on his face. "You're a hungry little slut, aren't you?"
Rias, writhing on his lap, her own body aching for attention, watched her Queen's submission with a mixture of worry and a dark, reluctant fascination. She saw the single, perfect tear that traced a path down Akeno's cheek, a tear not of pain, but of overwhelming pleasure.
And that's when Riser decided to change the game.
His patience, a thin veneer over a core of pure arrogance, finally snapped. With a sudden, brutal motion, he shot out a hand, his fingers tangling in Akeno's long, dark hair. He gripped her skull like a handlebar, a proprietary, possessive gesture that was both painful and arousing.
"My turn," he grunted, and with that, he slammed her head down.
The movement was violent, uncompromising. His cock, a monstrous pillar of flesh, drove deep into her throat, burying itself to the hilt. Akeno's eyes flew wide, a choked, guttural gag escaping her lips. Her body convulsed, her hands flying up to instinctively push against his thighs, a desperate, futile gesture of self-preservation.
"Riser! Stop! You're hurting her!" Rias cried out, her own pleasure forgotten in the face of such raw brutality. She tried to push herself up, to escape his lap, to intervene, but his other arm tightened around her waist, an iron band that held her fast.
But Riser just chuckled, a low, arrogant sound. His hips began to move, a hard, punishing rhythm that used Akeno's mouth like a cocksleeve. He didn't just fuck her face; he skull-fucked her. Each thrust was a brutal, possessive invasion, a reminder of his absolute power. Drool and precum leaked from the corners of Akeno's stretched lips, her body trembling, the sounds of her choking and gagging a wet, obscene music that filled the room.
"She can take it," Riser grunted, not even looking at Akeno. His gaze was fixed on Rias, a triumphant, mocking fire burning in his eyes. "She loves it. Don't you, you little slut?"
He punctuated his question by shoving her down harder, holding her there for a moment, cutting off her air completely. Her face began to flush a deep, alarming red, her hands slapping weakly against his thighs.
"Stop... please..." Rias whimpered, her fight leaving her as she watched her Queen struggle.
But then, Riser's free hand, which had been resting on her thigh, began to move. It slid up, a slow, deliberate journey over the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. His fingers brushed against her wet pussy.
"A-ah!" Rias gasped, her body arching instinctively. Her protest died on her lips, replaced by a soft, helpless moan of pleasure.
Riser's smirk was a masterpiece of cruel triumph. He didn't move either of his hands, simply holding Akeno's head impaled on his cock while he rested his fingers against Rias's wet heat, a silent, torturous promise.
"Riser... please..." Rias begged, her hips shifting, trying to increase the friction. "Please... don't stop..."
He chuckled, a low, arrogant sound. "Oh, I won't stop, my dear Rias. As long as you give me what I want."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against her ear, his hot breath sending a shiver down her spine. His other hand tightened in Akeno's hair, a possessive, painful grip that made her whimper around the cock buried in her throat.
"Look at her," Riser murmured, his voice a seductive poison. "Look at your Queen. Choking on my cock. Drooling all over herself. Such a mess. And all for you."
He held Rias's gaze, his eyes boring into her soul. "If you want me to keep touching you... If you want me to make you cum... You have to beg me. Beg me to keep fucking her face. Beg me to use her for your pleasure."
Rias's breath hitched. Her resolve, which had been so strong just moments ago, crumbled into dust. She looked at Akeno's flushed, tear-streaked face, at the way her body trembled, a mix of pain and a dark, unwilling pleasure. She saw the single tear of agony and ecstasy that traced a path down her cheek.
And she wanted it. She wanted to see more.
A soft, desperate whimper escaped her lips. "Please... Riser... please... keep going."
He smirked, a slow, triumphant curve of his lips. "Keep going? Keep going with what, my dear Rias? You need to be specific."
"Please... keep fucking her face," she begged, the words a choked, shameful whisper. "Please... fuck her throat... use her... for me..."
A deep, satisfied growl rumbled in Riser's chest. "Good girl."
His hips began to move again, a hard, brutal rhythm that made Akeno's body lurch forward with each thrust. At the same time, his fingers, which had been teasingly resting against her folds, began to move in earnest. He found her clit, a hard, needy nub, and began to rub it in a tight, fast circle.
Rias let out a cry, a sharp, high-pitched sound of pleasure. Her body arched, her back bowing, her breasts pushing forward as she ground herself against his hand. The conflict within her was gone, replaced by a single, all-consuming need. She was a goddess dethroned, a queen begging for the pleasure of her conqueror, even if it meant sacrificing her most loyal subject.
Issei watched, his hand a frantic, punishing blur on his own cock. He saw the way Riser's hips slammed forward, the way Akeno's throat bulged with the sheer size of him. He saw the tears streaming down her cheeks, the desperate, pleading look in her eyes as she choked and gagged. And he saw Rias, his Buchou, her head thrown back, her face a mask of pure ecstasy as she begged for more.
The shame was a physical presence, a crushing weight on his chest, but the arousal was a roaring fire, a maelstrom of dark, twisted pleasure that consumed him whole. He was a cuckold, a pathetic, voyeuristic little worm, and the agony of it was the most pleasurable thing he had ever felt. He could feel the power surging through the gauntlet as his Sacred Gear formed, a dark, intoxicating energy that was stronger than ever before.
Riser's pace increased, his movements becoming more erratic, more desperate. His grunts were low, guttural sounds of pure, animalistic lust. His fingers on Rias's clit moved faster, a tight, hard circle that was pushing her to the very edge.
"Riser! Please! Don't stop! I'm going to... I'm going to...!" Rias cried out, her body trembling, her hips bucking wildly against his hand. Her words were a desperate, incoherent plea, her mind lost in a haze of overwhelming pleasure.
He let out a loud, triumphant roar as he slammed Akeno's head down one last, brutal time, burying his cock to the hilt in her throat. His entire body went rigid, a low growl escaping his lips as he started to cum. He came hard, a hot, thick flood of cum that shot directly down her throat, filling her, marking her, claiming her as his own.
Akeno's eyes rolled back in her head as her body convulsed, a series of shuddering, wracking spasms that shook her to the core. She let out a muffled, choked scream around the cock in her throat, her own orgasm crashing over her in a blinding, all-consuming wave of pleasure. Her body went limp, a boneless, trembling wreck, her mind completely and utterly shattered by the force of her release.
Riser's hips bucked again, another hot jet of cum flooding Akeno's throat. He held her there for a long moment, savoring the feeling of her convulsing around him, her throat muscles milking him for every last drop. Then, with a satisfied grunt, he slowly, deliberately, pulled her off.
His cock, a massive, glistening monument, slid from her lips with a wet, obscene pop. It was followed by a thick, creamy wave of cum that spilled from her swollen, stretched lips, trickling down her chin and dripping onto her breasts. Akeno knelt there, a trembling, gasping mess, her face flushed, her chest heaving, her entire body covered in a sheen of sweat and cum.
The sight of it, of Akeno so utterly used, so completely broken, was the final straw for Rias. She let out a high, keening cry, her back arching violently, her body convulsing as her own orgasm tore through her. Her inner walls clamped down on Riser's fingers, a desperate, rhythmic pulsing that milked him for every last bit of pleasure he had to give. She collapsed against him, a boneless, shuddering wreck, her body spent, her mind a blank, white canvas of pure bliss.
And for Issei, it was a symphony of depravity that he couldn't look away from. He saw the cum dripping from Akeno's lips, the look of glazed, mindless ecstasy on her face. He saw the way Rias's body was trembling with the aftershocks of her own intense orgasm. He saw the smug, triumphant look on Riser's face, the look of a king who had just conquered two of the most beautiful women in the world.
And with that sight, with the knowledge that he had watched it all, that he had masturbated to it, that he had gotten off on their pleasure and their degradation, his own control finally snapped. His hips bucked wildly, and with a choked, strangled moan, he came. A long, sticky rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering onto the wooden floor in front of him. He came and came, a pathetic, pulsing puddle of his own shame, 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, the soft, wet sounds of post-orgasmic tremors, and the low, triumphant chuckle of a victor.
Riser looked down at the two women, a smug, satisfied smirk on his face. He saw the way Akeno was still kneeling, her body trembling, her mind lost in a fog of pleasure. He saw the way Rias was slumped against him, her head resting on his shoulder, her body limp and spent.
Then, without a care in the world, he stood up. Rias flopped off his lap, falling to the floor unceremoniously next to Akeno as Riser simply smirked at the two spent women.
"Let's do this again soon," He grinned, shifting his gaze to Issei with a raised eyebrow, "Right, cuck?"
As Issei panted, his cock throbbing from his orgasm, he only gave a shaky nod.
"Y-Yes!"
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. There are 5 more chapters posted on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar