For Venelana, those three days had been… unexpected.
When she accepted the agreement, her decision had been purely rational—the family's situation demanded it. The territory, the trade agreements, financial stability—everything pointed to the same inevitable conclusion. Getting close to Alear wasn't merely a convenient option; it was a matter of survival. And within that cold logic, she had already considered the possibility of using her own body as a tool if it became necessary to secure his "goodwill"…
It wouldn't be the first time a noblewoman resorted to such methods.
And honestly… it wouldn't exactly be a sacrifice.
Her marriage had long since become nothing more than a formality. She and her husband hadn't had sex since Rias was born sixteen years ago. Over the years, he had sunk deeper and deeper into his own interests and ambitions… and somewhere along the way, she had ceased to occupy any meaningful place in his life.
She understood that reality perfectly. But understanding had never meant ceasing to feel.
She was still a woman.
And she had her own desires.
That was why she saw no problem at all—in fact, there was even a certain excitement—in the idea of sleeping with such a handsome young man… and, she hoped, one equally full of energy.
At first, her provocations had a clear purpose: manipulation. It was simply a way to bring him under control, to guide him exactly where she wanted him in the political game.
But the desire had never been fake.
And over the last three days, it had stopped being purely political strategy. It had become personal.
Mainly because Alear didn't react.
No matter how much she teased, how much she insinuated, how much she tested… he simply didn't yield.
And that irritated her.
But more than that…
It made her want him even more.
She wanted to draw out a reaction—any reaction—and preferably one that would amuse her…
And now she was on her knees between his legs, preparing to suck him without the slightest hesitation, as if she had already fully accepted that role.
Heat rose through her body, her breathing quickened slightly… and, to her own surprise, she didn't want to stop…
Venelana kept her violet eyes locked on Alear's as her hands slowly slid up his thighs, long elegant fingers tracing slow lines over the fabric of his pants. She pulled his pants and underwear down together, fully exposing him.
His cock rested soft against his thigh, heavy and thick even while flaccid. The skin was smooth, slightly darker than the rest of his body, with prominent veins already standing out even in relaxation. The head, pink and rounded, hung to the side, and the total length—even soft—was already impressive. It was twice what she was used to seeing from her husband, and larger even than some of the secret lovers she'd had over the years. Even without an erection, it was thick enough that she had to spread her fingers wider to wrap her hand around it…
Internally, Venelana felt a hot jolt run up her spine.
"My Satan…" The thought came fast and unfiltered.
She had already imagined he would be well-endowed, considering the noticeable bulge in his pants and the fact that he had the genetic luck of inheriting traits from three different families, but this was… excessive. Even flaccid, his cock seemed enormous, heavy and warm to the touch, pulsing faintly against her palm as she gripped the base. The girth was comparable to a woman's wrist, and the length—even soft—far exceeded what she considered "normal" among the men she had known…
She bit her lower lip for a moment, eyes half-lidded as she assessed what she held. The desire she already felt intensified immediately…
"My young Lord…" she murmured, voice husky and teasing, lifting her gaze to meet his with a slow, wicked smile. "I think I'm starting to understand why you're so confident… it's the first time I've seen one this big…"
Alear didn't reply with words. He simply watched, magenta-pink eyes fixed on her. The corner of his mouth curved into the faintest smile—enough for her to know he was enjoying her reaction…
Venelana leaned forward, extending her perfumed tongue. The first lick was slow, almost reverent. Her hot, wet tongue slid from the base to the glans, tracing the path of the prominent veins with torturous delicacy. She felt the cock pulse against her tongue, beginning to harden almost immediately. The taste was salty, masculine, mixed with the faint trace of his recent bath. She licked again, slower this time, circling the head with the tip of her tongue while her right hand wrapped around the thick base and began to stroke slowly, long and firm motions up and down…
Alear let out a low, almost inaudible sigh—the first genuine sound of pleasure that had escaped him since she knelt. His abdominal muscles tensed slightly; the cock came fully to life in her hand, thickening, lengthening, hardening completely in seconds until it stood much larger than before… Now erect, it pointed upward, thick and heavy, the swollen glans glistening with pre-cum, veins pulsing visibly beneath the stretched skin.
Venelana moaned softly against the hot flesh.
"What a beautiful cock…" she whispered, more to herself than to him, before opening her mouth and taking him in.
She started slowly—first just the head; her full lips closed around the glans, sucking gently while her tongue swirled in slow circles, licking the pre-cum leaking from the slit. Her hand continued stroking the base, squeezing rhythmically, feeling every throb as the cock hardened further inside her mouth. She sank deeper, letting half the length slide over her tongue, cheeks hollowing as she sucked with controlled force.
Alear closed his eyes for a moment, head tilting slightly back. The pleasure was immediate and intense; her mouth was hot, wet, skilled. She knew exactly where to press her tongue, how to use her teeth without hurting, how to suck the glans while her hand stroked the base in perfect sync…
Venelana went deeper, inch by inch, the thick cock invading her mouth, stretching her lips to the limit. She relaxed her throat with practiced ease, swallowing slowly, letting the head hit the back without gagging. When she reached her limit—nearly half inside—she paused, breathing deeply through her nose, eyes watering slightly from the effort. Then she rose again slowly, tongue pressing the underside as her lips slid upward, leaving a shining trail of saliva.
She repeated the motion.
Deeper this time.
Her throat opened fully, swallowing until more than half the cock disappeared into the hot, tight warmth, the glans pressing the back of her throat as she swallowed rhythmically, massaging it with muscular contractions. Her hand moved down to fondle his heavy balls, squeezing lightly before returning to stroke the remaining base.
Alear let out a low groan, fingers digging into the chair arms.
Over the next few minutes, she bobbed in long, deep strokes, throat contracting around the glans with every descent, tongue pressing the underside as her lips slid with firm suction. Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth, falling onto her chin and onto her heavy breasts that swayed with each head movement.
Sometimes she moaned against his cock as she took another centimeter or two—as if celebrating the small victory—the sound vibrating straight through the sensitive flesh, heightening the pleasure. Her violet eyes never left his, even as tears of effort formed, even with her face flushed from strain; she maintained eye contact, wanting to see every reaction, every sigh, every twitch of his muscles…
He felt the pleasure building too fast, hot and inevitable, racing up his spine like liquid fire.
With a firm hand, he gripped the back of Venelana's neck, fingers threading into her brown hair. He pulled her forward while slowly pushing his hips, forcing a few more centimeters into her already stretched mouth.
Venelana felt the glans press even deeper, sliding fully down her throat. Her eyes widened for an instant, tears forming at the corners as the gag reflex threatened to rise. But she was far too experienced to give in. She relaxed her throat, controlled the reflex with determination, breathed deeply through her nose, and swallowed…
The entire cock disappeared.
Her nose pressed against his groin. Her throat clenched around the girth, massaging every inch as she held the position for long seconds, violet eyes watering but filled with wicked triumph. Then she rose slowly, letting almost the entire length slide out before descending again, swallowing it all in one smooth motion, repeating with perfect, deep, unhesitating rhythm.
Alear let out a low, almost inaudible moan.
"You're… really good at this…" he murmured, voice hoarse, fingers tightening slightly on her nape as he guided the pace. "Really good…"
Venelana pulled off with a wet, loud pop, the glans glistening with saliva that dripped in thick strands down her chin and onto her heavy breasts. She took a deep breath, chest rising and falling rapidly, before smiling with swollen, red lips.
"Lots of practice, Alear-sama…" she replied, voice husky and teasing, slowly licking her lips as she looked up at him. "But now you understand the advantages of having me as your secretary, don't you? I take care of everything… including this…"
She engulfed the glans again, sucking with even greater skill, tongue swirling rapidly around the head while her hand twisted and stroked the base in perfect rhythm, squeezing and releasing. Her other hand massaged his heavy balls, rolling them between her fingers with firm but careful pressure.
Alear let out another sigh of pleasure, head tilting back slightly.
"Yes, you're a perfect and obedient secretary. But about what we were discussing earlier…" he said, voice low and controlled even as pleasure coursed through him. "Schedule the meeting with Sairaorg for the weekend. And… anything else?"
Venelana pulled off again, this time with a loud, wet sound. She held the glans between her lips for a second, playing with it like a lollipop, tongue slowly licking the slit as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes.
"There is…" she murmured against the hot flesh, before giving another long lick from base to tip, circling the glans. "The Phenex Clan sent a formal letter last night. They want to schedule a meeting to discuss a possible alliance. The Lord of the Phenex family was a friend of your late father…"
Alear raised an eyebrow as he watched the scene before him, silently appreciating the sight of her on her knees, heavy full breasts swaying freely with each rhythmic bob of her head against the dress, pink hardened nipples occasionally brushing his thighs as she moved with near-religious devotion. Saliva dripped in thick shining strands from the corners of her full mouth, running down her chin and falling onto her voluminous breasts, leaving wet trails on creamy skin. The wet, obscene sound of suction filled the room—lips stretched to the limit around his thickness, throat opening and closing rhythmically, tongue pressing the underside in long, skilled strokes…
She never broke eye contact for a second. Even with effort-tears streaming from the corners, even with her face flushed and lips swollen, her violet gaze remained fixed—hungry, provocative. Every time she swallowed to the base, nose pressing against his groin, she let out a low, vibrating moan that made his cock throb inside her tight throat…
Alear let out a long, controlled sigh.
"The Phenex Clan…" he said, voice hoarse but steady, as if commenting on the weather while watching this busty, gorgeous MILF service him with her mouth without any shame. "My father always spoke well of them…"
…Well, those words came from his predecessor's memories.
His father had always mentioned that the Lord of House Phenex carried a significant debt to him—result of some past incident, serious enough not to be forgotten, yet obscure enough that no other family knew about it, since it was something only the two of them were aware of…
If necessary, he could call it in.
But he doubted it would come to that; the Phenex Lord probably just wanted to capitalize on the situation, turn that debt into some kind of "advantage" for his family. Considering his inestimable value—worth more than gold—he could roughly guess what would happen in that meeting.
He said nothing more, simply continued, right hand still threaded in her brown hair, guiding the rhythm without forcing.
"Schedule a meeting with them too…" he said, eyes half-lidded as he felt her throat contract around the glans once more. "Try to set it after the Bael heir…"
Venelana released his cock with a wet, loud pop, the glans shining with saliva and pre-cum. She breathed deeply through her nose, chest heaving rapidly, making her heavy breasts bounce deliciously. A thick strand of saliva still connected her swollen lips to his swollen head.
"Understood, Alear-sama…" she murmured, voice hoarse and thick with lust. "I'll schedule both meetings. Phenex after Bael…"
She gave a slow, long lick from base to tip, circling the glans with her tongue before continuing…
"Anything else… before I continue serving my Lord as he deserves?"
She didn't wait for an answer. She took him back into her mouth, even deeper this time, swallowing to the root with impressive ease. Her throat opened fully, massaging every inch as she bobbed in long, rhythmic strokes, tongue pressing the underside, lips stretched to the maximum, muffled moans vibrating directly through the sensitive flesh.
Alear closed his eyes for a moment, head tilting back slightly as pleasure washed over him in hot, intense waves.
"For now… no…" he replied, voice low and hoarse. "Continue… exactly like this."
Venelana moaned in approval against his cock, the sound vibrating deeply as she picked up the pace…
Alear picked up the quill again with his left hand, magenta-pink eyes returning to the reports spread across the desk as if nothing were happening. He turned the first page with a dry, precise motion, beginning to read the production figures for the northern sector of the Gäap territory. Venelana's elegant, meticulous handwriting filled the margins with useful notes: profit projections, suggestions for labor reallocation, and more.
Meanwhile, between his legs, Venelana worked with near-obsessive dedication. She swallowed to the root with every descent, throat opening perfectly, inner muscles massaging the entire cock with controlled, rhythmic contractions. She rose slowly, leaving only the glans between her swollen lips before plunging down again—fast, deep, without pause. Her tongue pressed the underside in long, circular motions while her right hand twisted firmly at the base and her left rolled his heavy balls between her fingers, squeezing lightly to heighten the sensation.
Saliva dripped in thick strands down her chin, falling onto her full breasts that swayed with each head movement. Her pink nipples were painfully hard, occasionally brushing his thighs and leaving wet trails on his skin. The wet, obscene sound of suction filled the room—lips stretched to the limit, throat gurgling faintly with each deep plunge, muffled moans vibrating straight through the sensitive flesh.
Venelana was using everything she knew.
Every trick she had learned throughout her life: alternating suction with controlled nasal breathing, precise tongue pressure on the glans at the exact moment of the upstroke, rhythmic hand squeezes at the base synchronized with throat descents, the light graze of teeth without harm. She moaned against his cock, vibrating it entirely, violet eyes locked on his even as effort-tears streamed from the corners.
And still… he didn't come.
She felt the cock throb harder, swell even more inside her mouth, but he kept turning pages, making short notes in the margins with precise handwriting, face calm as if he were simply reading an ordinary report.
Internally, Venelana was shocked.
"How…?" She was using every skill she knew—techniques that made her husband come in a minute or even her various lovers. But he… he was holding back with absurd ease. His body responded—the cock throbbed, balls tightened, abdominal muscles trembled faintly—but the climax didn't arrive…
She had no way of knowing, but while her skills were refined, experienced, and devastating to any ordinary man, they paled in comparison to some of the servants from Chaldea—like Medb, Kiara, Kama, or Ishtar, for example…
Yes, he had gone through a period in his past life that he internally liked to call "the era of cock madness." A time when practically every day ended with some Servant deciding he needed to "relax" and insisting on demonstrating every possible way it could be done…
So yes… he could handle a blowjob just fine…
But Venelana didn't give up and continued for several more minutes.
And finally… the effort was rewarded.
Alear stopped reading.
The quill fell onto the desk with a dry click.
He closed his eyes for a second, breathing quickening. Then, with a firm motion, he gripped the back of her neck with both hands now and pulled her all the way down.
The entire cock disappeared into her throat.
Venelana's eyes widened, tears streaming freely as she felt the glans press deep into her esophagus, the cock pulsing violently. She swallowed on reflex, throat spasming rhythmically around him.
Alear groaned—a low, guttural, almost animal sound—and came. Thick, hot jets exploded directly into her stomach, no active swallowing needed. The semen poured in heavy spurts, filling her inside as the cock continued throbbing, spurting more and more.
Venelana tasted it—strong, salty, slightly sweet, surprisingly good. Better than she expected. Better than any she had ever tasted. She held the position, swallowing everything, eyes locked on his even as tears ran down her flushed face. When the last spurt ended, she rose slowly, letting the cock slide out with a wet, loud sound. A thick strand of semen and saliva still connected her swollen lips to the glistening glans.
Venelana took a deep breath, chest heaving rapidly, heavy breasts bouncing with the motion.
"Delicious…" she murmured, voice hoarse and satisfied, slowly licking her lips. "You… have an excellent taste, Alear-sama…"
He took one deep breath, composing himself, but before he could respond to Venelana, a guest arrived.
A magic circle materialized in the center of the office. Serafall Leviathan emerged with an excited little hop, her twin high ponytails bouncing like bunny antennas, her magical girl uniform impeccable, radiant smile taking up half her face.
"Ale-chan! I came to visit you~!" she exclaimed, opening her arms as if to jump into his lap. "I missed you and—"
She froze mid-jump.
Her big blue eyes blinked once. First she saw Alear seated in the chair, pants open, cock still semi-hard and glistening with saliva and cum, expression calm as if he were merely reading a report. Then she saw Venelana on her knees between his legs, lips swollen and red, a thick strand of semen still connecting her mouth to the glans, chin wet, face flushed and satisfied.
The silence that followed was absolute.
Then Serafall blinked again.
"…Eh?"
Her voice came out high-pitched, almost a squeak.
"EHHHHHHHHHHH?!?!?"
She clapped her hands to her face, eyes wide as saucers, cheeks exploding into a pink that rivaled Alear's eyes.
"V-Venelana-chan?! Ale-chan?! What… what are you…?!" She pointed back and forth between them, finger trembling. "This… this is…?!"
Venelana was the first to react. She rose with feline grace, adjusting her dress with slow, deliberate movements, showing no sign of embarrassment. Her breasts still swayed lightly as she straightened her posture. She wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, discreetly licking the remaining semen before smiling at Serafall—a calm, elegant, almost maternal smile.
"Good morning, Serafall-sama…" she said softly. "We were in a meeting just now. And since I am Alear-sama's secretary… I was merely… performing my duties. Very dedicatedly, I must say…"
Serafall turned to her, eyes narrowing.
Internally, she just rolled her eyes—far less shaken than her initial reaction suggested. This wasn't exactly unexpected. Considering the Gremory family's delicate position, it was practically inevitable that Venelana would use every resource at her disposal to ensure stability—including her own charms. As a matriarch, she understood better than anyone how fragile the current situation was: the territory, the agreements, and the family's very economic survival were directly tied to Alear's goodwill. If that contract were revoked, not even Sirzechs Lucifer—despite his position as one of the Four Satans—would have the political means to prevent collapse.
This was because, despite their absolute power in terms of strength, the modern Four Satans operated as a separate faction with limited influence in the traditional political game of the Underworld. True institutional power still rested with the so-called Great King Faction, led by the Bael Clan. That faction dominated the demonic aristocratic structure, rigorously defending blood purity and the continuity of noble lineages while controlling most of the political decisions that had shaped the Underworld for centuries.
After the Devil Civil War, this power balance solidified even further. While the new Satans emerged as figures of raw strength, it was Zekram Bael who capitalized politically on the scenario, expanding his clan's influence and establishing a solid base of aristocratic authority. Since then, the struggle between the Great King Faction and the Satans' supporters had dragged on for generations, creating an environment where brute power alone was insufficient without political backing.
In other words, Venelana truly had no choice. Despite being born into the Bael, her current position as a Gremory member completely cut her off from any rights or protection from that family. She was, in every sense, playing on the weaker side of the board. Still, a rather… inconvenient thought crossed her mind: even as his fiancée, she hadn't yet had that kind of closeness with Alear. And considering what she had just witnessed… well, it was hard not to notice certain details… Perhaps it was time to start taking her own "duties" a little more seriously.
Moreover, there was a factor she couldn't simply ignore, no matter how much she preferred to pretend it didn't exist. Within the Great King Faction, the most conservative elders had been pressuring her more and more directly: she needed to produce an heir within a maximum of five years. It wasn't a request… it was practically a political demand. The continuation of her position, her title, and even her future authority were, to some extent, conditioned on it.
The problem was that devils had extremely low fertility, making the generation of offspring rare, time-consuming, and often uncertain. In the end, she wasn't in a position so different from Venelana's. Both, each in her own way, were being pushed by circumstances.
The difference was that Venelana had already made her decision and was acting without hesitation… while she was still thinking about it all.
On the other hand, Alear let out a low sigh as he finished adjusting his pants, the movement calm, as if the situation were completely ordinary. His posture returned to normal in seconds, composure impeccable as always. Then he raised his gaze to Serafall.
"Good morning, Serafall. So… what's the reason for the visit?"
Serafall stared at him for several seconds, utterly incredulous. Her expression froze between irritation and disbelief before she puffed out her cheeks slightly.
"…Seriously?" She pointed at him with a sharp gesture. "That's ALL you have to say after I literally catch you cheating—?!"
She cut herself off, clearly holding back, before huffing and turning her face aside.
"Haaah… unbelievable…"
Alear merely shrugged, showing not the slightest trace of guilt.
"I couldn't resist the teasing." He replied simply. "I have needs. And considering you didn't seem very interested in taking care of them…"
He tilted his head slightly toward Venelana, who remained perfectly composed beside him.
"…I had someone available."
Serafall frowned for an instant, clearly ready to retort… but her expression softened almost as quickly as it appeared. She let out another sigh, running a hand through her hair.
"…Tch. Whatever." The tone came out more casual than her initial reaction suggested. "It's not like it really matters right now."
She then crossed her arms, returning to the main topic.
"I came to pick you up."
Alear raised an eyebrow.
"Pick me up?"
"Ajuka already finished the preparations," she replied. "Your set of [Evil Pieces] is ready."
For a brief moment, even Alear looked genuinely surprised.
"…That fast?"
Serafall averted her gaze for a second, as if unwilling to go into details.
"I… sped some things up." She met his eyes again right after. "So? Want to go now or leave it for later? Since you seem pretty busy…"
Alear didn't hesitate. He rose calmly from the chair.
"Better now." Before moving, though, his gaze slid to Venelana. "Take care of the rest while I'm gone. Leave any important decisions noted. I'll review them when I return…"
Venelana smiled.
"Naturally, Alear-sama." She inclined her head slightly. "Leave everything to me."
As he walked toward the magic circle Serafall had created, her violet eyes followed him in silence… Before he vanished, she noticed that the Satan Leviathan cast her an indescribable look—one that amused her a little…
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