60Just Lovely
Synopsis: Raynare is released from the deepest dungeons of the Grigori—right into the clutches of the Sekiryuutei. He handles it poorly. Thankfully, Asia is there to save her. Now, the Fallen owes them doubly so and tries her best to make it up to them.
Note: Starts off with some edgy imagery since it was originally written for a Halloween event submission. A bit of crack and a lot of "rushed" due to laziness towards the end
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"...I'm sorry for killing you, Issei-kun.."
Yeah, Raynare didn't quite believe the words coming out her dry mouth either nor would she blame Issei if he didn't even want to see her or if he killed her where she stood. She squeezed her eyes shut, putting herself in his shoes. There was no way she would be able to forgive herself, much less stand to be in the same general area without twitching to kill in his place.
As she heaved out an unconscious breath, the Fallen Angel opened her eyes to stare back at her poor reflection in the rather nice bathroom. Her near-translucent outer skin, unkempt wings, her messy hair, her bloodshot eyes, and the deep dark bags beneath it, she was in shambles.
Her second pair of immature wings twitched. The constant pain of shackles piercing through them flaring for a second, drawing her from her thoughts with a grasp. The enchanted chain was both a safety measure and a punishment.
After stealing and having removed Asia's [Twilight Healing, her body gifted her with newfound and now long-gone strength that took the form of a second pair of wings—her first step to her endgame. Her dream. Her reason for Falling. Thankfully as an Angel, her life force was strong enough for her to survive having the barely bonded [Sacred Gear] removed from her. However, her body hadn't drawn in enough power from the soul-bound rings, interrupting the growth of the new wings and plummeting her Holy Light Essence control. Fallen Angel wings were always sensitive, be it pain or pleasure. Having holes punched through them helped release excess light essence and prevent her wings from continuing in their unstable growth until Azazel figured out a more permanent solution, assuming he thought she deserved one.
It was a whole new case for her bel... once beloved leader.
She clenched her jaw, biting down on her tongue in frustration.
Being treated like a science project after her initial confession (torture) session really flipped her view of him, to say the least. Raynare, however, couldn't find it in herself to blame him. Misguided as she was, the bound and jailed Fallen Angel had nearly ruined her Governor's long-laid plans for true peace. To finally move forward, unbound by the old. To finally reunite with his brothers and sisters he left behind, almost as if nothing had changed. Those many plans of which she had once been an assistant with, as minor as it was, now she was a specimen to see how Angelic brings dealt with [Sacred Gears, among other things and—
Her fist balled up to her side into shaky fists as her spotty gaze bore back into her.
How had she fallen so low?
The many answers her mind screamed at her caused her legs to collapse. Her sore wings tried to beat to catch her, only to flare up in a stab of pain. Her knees slammed into the tile floor, and her forehead crashed against the cabinet before her. The once radiant Angel mustered not a single groan, all too willing to distract herself from her racing thoughts.
The wood was too close for her to make out any real paths and designs. The shock to her lower limbs were already forgotten. The physical throbbing on her head was a thing of the past. It wasn't much of a distraction, sadly. Her eyes shut, feeling an onset of mental shocks, otherwise known as emotions. And yet, no tears came.
After an eternity of forced breathing, her lanky arms shakily grasped at the edge of the sink to pull her up. They failed to even lift her. Her shut eyes moistened immediately. When faced with her newfound weakness—her new reality—it all caught up to her.
With a grunt, she tried pulling herself up. Following up with a groan, she tried again. Then with a snarl, she tried again. Then, a shout. And then with a scream. A sob. Finally, her arms gave out with a gurgle as she fell sideways, nearly crushing her fragile wings with her meager weight. The new pains and spasms only worsened her state of being and served to make her turn onto her front to somehow alleviate the constant stress. She curled inwards, pulling her chin to her chest and her bangs aback. Her knees and elbow held her up, shaking all the while. Her chaotic mind laser-focused onto one thought: 'If only someone ripped out my wings, like Issei-kun did to Kokabiel!'
Azazel made sure to show her to him, a fate worse than her supposed death.
One of her fists beat against the shining floor as she narrowed on the name—Kokabiel. It was his fault, she tried to reason. Even if she knew all the signs otherwise, he was to blame, she tried to force.
Suddenly. her cheeks and mouth throbbed in soreness before her lower jaw gave. With it, a waterfall of blood stained the floor, and the tip of her tongue took a ride before splashing blood back up to her. Raynare could only stare, undecided if this was real, if she wanted to die and what to do.
With a shutter then a pained gasp, Raynare woke up, clutching her hands to her jaw. It took her a few moments for her to catch her breath and relax. All the while, the one other occupant of the room watched on in silence. It only took a few minutes for her to calm down and notice him.
It took everything in her for her to greet her former superior. He deserved as much. But at the same time, she wasn't exactly expecting the tongue in her mouth.
"...High-Leader Baraqiel."
The mountain of a man simply grunted before shifting to face her and skim over her. His face was just as stony as his massive build, framed by his dark sideburns. He made the chair he sat on look tiny in comparison. The bed she laid on too.
Baraqiel was ever the intimidating figure.
She fought down her urge to fidget; the low-ranking Fallen didn't know what to do. It was her first interaction with someone other than Azazel in... She didn't know how long she was held captive. He continued to stare before narrowing his eyes for no reason. She flinched. He sighed.
Raynare took it as she was a bother and apologized preemptively, "I'm sorry." Her head fell forward. All she did was cause problems, right? Failing to make sure the potential Longinus user was dead, that [Twilight Healing]'s wielder stayed isolated, that the orders she received were legit... The Fallen shivered. It was only then she realized the constant pain that plagued her was gone as were her wings, hidden within her back...
The gruff man closed his eyes, shifting his jaws mulling over the honest words. "Right," he decided, and he left it at that. The air shifted as she rose; his eyes still planted on her. "Do you know how long you were in... solitude?"
"That's your fir-" Raynare cut herself off, unwilling to embarrass herself or ruin her first communication with the outside world. It took only a moment for her to recollect herself and stutter out, "n-no." His only response was a noncommittal grunt, seemingly waiting for something. So, she tried, "W—" There was nothing she could lose at this point, "Why? Is it over?"
"No." Her heart sank even though she expected it. "You will be relocated, immediately." Frustration and longing bubbled up within her. Her hands curled into fists, drawing the blanket. "Worry not. You'll be uncomfortable but shouldn't suffer anymore," Baraqiel closed his eyes with a stern face, "I think."
Silence returned. Raynare didn't know how to reply, what to make of the whole situation, or what she was supposed to do. Baraqiel, on the other hand, felt an equal amount of frustration. His brother-in-arms and Governor could be quite cold. Azazel didn't treat those who betrayed his faction kindly. Kokobiel would rather wish death if Baraqiel could ask him, that he was sure. The Lightning of God could barely imagine what it would be like to live uselessly, lifelessly in ice so cold that it burned for nearly two years.
He stole another glance to the girl who reminded him of his daughter—or well, the few glimpses of Akeno he has gotten. The resemblance wasn't the only reason he was helping her. Really. Yes, really.
Azazel needed to grow up and change.
Raynare chewed on her lips, debating on how to 'escape.' "I... I think I feel good enough to move." It was an unconscious train of thought that she had no intention of seeing through.
Her companion shook his head. "Then, you should catch some more sleep and save your energy."
She opened her mouth, only to close it, swallowing. It would be better for her to follow his direction. She had already said and asked enough. More than enough. She was supposed to have been killed. Traitors had absolutely no mercy or place in the Grigori. And as she closed her eyes for rest, she couldn't help but ask, why was she the exception?
There were a couple reasons she could gather. Research, evidence, slavery, and so on and so forth... She deserved it. However, she hoped a part of the reason for her continued life was dedicated towards redemption.
Unbeknownst to her, her second pair of wings twitched within her back. If she could see them, they would be a fraction larger than previously.
Since then, there was a distinct lack of contact. Just about every other time she awoke, a small platter of cold food sat at her bedside. Despite the watering of her mouth and her stomach rumbling every time, Raynare could only bring herself to eat half if not less. It would be gone without a trace afterwards.
It felt like maybe three days after Baraqiel's visit, she could only hazard a guess. Her eyes flickered out to the rest of the bland room as her thoughts continued to meander. There was nothing of interest besides the door, of course, but she wouldn't dare to even imagine escape. There was nothing to do. There was nothing to distract her from the pai—
There was no pain. She forgot!
The sickly woman shot up, drawing up a knee to help stabilize her as she fumbled and groped awkwardly at her back.
The lack of pull from the counterweight was weird since she had gotten so used to it. A feeling of disgust welled within her, noticing a desire for it despite the near orgasmic relief. Whether it be in continued repentance, distraction or whatever else her sore, sinful, and disgusting body tried to trick her with, it was working...
Raynare knew it was wrong. She knew.
Her empty stomach lurched. As she dry-heaved, some of her last moments before she had passed out, returned. The situation was a bit too familiar, after all.
Her hands grasped at her face, focusing on keeping everything down, ignoring the unlocked memories. If Raynare could, she would furrow her brows in confusion. She knew she was missing a tongue. Her body certainly knew it. It kept reminding her, trying to and succeeding in taking away her ability to talk with her former (?) higher up.
Why did he... No, she wouldn't deceive herself into thinking they would... So, who did? Why?
They wouldn't. She was- is a traitor, one among the highest level despite her low rank. She, who drew a small group beside her to do everything Azazel stood, fully intending to ask for forgiveness, knew damn well her.. former Governor was all out of it.
So why prevent her death?
Why was she still writhing around?
Why?
Racked with shivers, her world swayed and ultimately dimmed to darkness not long after.
Raynare groggily tagged a hand to her forehead.
"Oh!"
Her heart sunk at the voice.
The Fallen Angel shot out of bed. This had to be a dream—a nightmare even! No no, she was going completely insane. She wouldn't—couldn't dream of her! She could at least kick herself to imagine Issei-kun. This person or living Saint, on the other hand...
"Uh?"
As her vision cleared, her throat choked on air. The obvious halo of blond hair and the practically glowing eyes of stainless jade, it couldn't be anyone else.
"A—" Her voice, throat and lungs failed her in the same instance. Instead, all that came out was a strangled noise of disbelief.
"Miss Raynare," the Saint-turned-Devil started in the ever-familiar Italian they had first met with, "it's been a while?" The smile the half-Devil gave the Fallen was more than Raynare deserved.
With it came the crashing realization who had been healing her.
"Why?" The question, so reflexive, the broken woman's body didn't even register the word to prevent it from escaping. Instead, the Fallen shuffled back desperately, pulling the white sheets as if to try and shield herself.
"C-Calm down, please, Miss Raynare," Asia raised her hands to try and seem nonthreatening. It obviously failed as said Fallen frantically glanced around the room whilst hyperventilating and looking for a way to escape. Nonetheless, the girl was all but obvious to it and continued, fiddling with her fingers, and her gaze lowered, "I heard you've been through a lot since we last met. Though, m-me too! Mh!" Hyping herself with an inward nod, she steeled herself to glance back to her former overseer. "I've been meaning to thank you for the lessons and the fri—family you've given me."
Again, her mouth moved before Raynare could stop it.
"But I killed you."
The former human only tilted her head. "I'm still here though?" As if to reassure her, Asia patted herself down, audibly and thoroughly.
"I'm dreaming," The Fallen's head fell back to stare at the ever-white ceiling. It oddly reminded her of heaven. "I'm hallucinating, actually." Azazel wouldn't let her go. She was too much a risk, a scapegoat, and a new specimen to learn from.
"No," warm, soft and very real hands held her own, "you're not." Her hallucination was becoming too real. Raynare had to shut herself from it, clamping her eyes close. She couldn't atone or help anyone if she went crazy. "You're not hallucinating, Miss Raynare." She went warm as arms encompassed her weakened body.
Raynare couldn't breathe. The air around her stopped working, she'd swear. Or maybe, she was broken. More broken than she had thought. First her unfamiliar sense of touch telling her there were arms around her. Now, her faulty sense of time, or the lack of it, made it seem like forever. That was much too long.
She couldn't be here! Azazel wouldn't allow this.
"—Mou! Azazel-sensei, you took it too far on Raynare!"
"Haha, maybe."
At the familiar voice, Raynare went rigid and began seeing black and white spots with closed eyes. The tortured Fallen clutched Asia all the while as strongly as she could with shaky unconscious hands, betraying every thought she had prior. Ultimately, it was all too much for her, and she passed out once more.
The door clicked open with a small rush of air.
"So, Yuuma-cha... Raynare is back?" came the mumbling of an almost familiar voice. However, the pet name he used quickly indicated who he was. Her heartbeat even more rapidly in his presence.
What was Issei-kun doing here?
It took her everything she had not to flinch at the next voice. "Yup! There's nothing to worry about with her though. You'd be hard pressed to identify her."
"I—, Yeah." There was a hint of disappointment, "I barely recognized her a couple of days ago."
The same door clicked closed.
"Mhm." Azazel hummed noncommittally then snapped his fingers, "I know you're awake, Raynare." Dread welled within the woman. Half torn whether to continue pretending, she still gathered herself onto her knees, prostrating herself before them. It was best to get her life over and done with, right? She had no more use or value with Azazel. He was going to relocate her to spend all of her immortal life to be useful elsewhere.
"W-What's going on?" The budding man, rising rookie devil of the generation, and finest Red Dragon Emperor to have ever walked the streets of Heaven and Hell, gawked between the two Fallen Angels.
The mostly blond Governor of Grigori held his chin. "Well, you could say, she served her punishment." Only he ignored Raynare's rise to gape at him. "However, she is a traitor. I cannot take her without turning my back on the foundations of my faction."
"...Don't you think it's time to reconsider those?" muttered the brunet.
Raynare dared not hope as she lowered her body further. The Hyoudou Issei that stood before her was not the one she knew. He wouldn't talk like that. This couldn't be real. It wasn't possible for this to be real.
First Asia... and now Issei-kun here was asking her to be released?
"Maybe," The former Seraph shook his head, "there's too much going right now, and we have the official peace to focus on. Everything is stretched too thin."
Issei gave a curt nod, begrudgingly. "So, you're passing her to me?"
"There is a lack of Fallen presence. You'll have a future peerage piece after she recovers. And, best of all! She'll do anything you'll command." A hand fell to Raynare's shoulder, "Right?"
She shot up to reply, despite her thoughts, "Y-Yes, Issei-k—" Issei's pupils turned to slits, "Sekiryuutei-sama..." Just as quickly, she returned her head onto the sheets. The crackles of his tightening fists sent the beats of her erratic heart into overdrive. His glare continued to bore into her head. She felt no other choice but to somehow press her head lower. Every scenario she had imagined about their next meeting went through the window and fell into the depths, where it landed beside Samael.
This wasn't Issei-kun.
She did this. She reaped what she sowed. And with that, the final piece of her mutilated heart shattered and gave herself in her entirety to her newest and probably final owner.
However, not before she, at least, tried to apologize. Issei shot it down immediately. Instead, he gave her a set of ground rules to follow, lest risk utter annihilation.
Raynare walked three feet before her Master, blankly.
"Take a left."
Absent-mindedly, she noticed something without her lowered gaze wavering. Her Master couldn't look at her without charging a smoldering gaze her way then catching himself and turning away. It was very potent. Very different from the perverse or innocent ones of another time it seemed.
"—Ise!" came Asia's delighted voice. His gaze snapped into Raynare's back with an intensity she stumbled. Quickly, she stood straight. keeping her gaze lowered. "Oh, is that Miss Raynare I see?" His gaze became sharper, somehow.
"You've already seen her?" he all but gashed out.
The former nun tilted her head at his tone but shrugged it off, "Yes? She wasn't in good shape. Azazel came to me to help her b-because," she fiddled with her rings, "of these and what happened that night, only I could do something about it."
Finally, Issei's harsh gaze left the Fallen, but Raynare had no doubts he was still scrutinizing her every breath. Despite that, her eyes flickered up to peek. 'Issei-kun...' It was him, just not pointed her way. His warmth, care and sheer devotion all zeroed in on Asia.
"I'm okay," the meek girl promised before trying to shift the conversation, "Is Miss Raynare staying?"
Issei allowed it with a clench of his jaw, "Yeah."
The budding woman lit up, "That's great!"
"What?"
Both girls missed his shock as Asia took up both of Raynare's hands. Just as quickly, the former stepped out of the latter's space, shyly. "Sorry, Miss Raynare." Again, she fiddled with her fingers. "I was so excited to attend your lessons again." Asia's unchanged eyes stared into Raynare's, "You'll continue them, right?"
The Fallen Angel glanced at her Master. At which, he frowned but gave a slight nod.
"Yes."
"That's absolutely lovely!" Probably without realizing it, the blonde grasped one of her hands, tugging her alongside her. "You're probably thirsty and hungry."
"Not really..." Her throat disagreed but Raynare paid it no mind. It was nothing new.
"Nonsense!" Asia continued to pull her along, shaking her head, "The day just started, and you ate even less than normal! I haven't given you your daily replenishment yet!" Azazel gave her a quick rundown on the biology of Fallen Angels to help heal Raynare. It was where she picked up on calling it 'daily replenishment' for Fallen Angels since normally they saw food as a chore. Maybe the small inside joke would cause her to crack a smile.
It didn't, but that was okay. The lead nodded inwardly, more than willing to be patient. Asia turned her gaze to her love, who kept watch from a small distance over but following, nonetheless. 'Good.' She frowned. Azazel had woken them up, pulling Issei away from her. Her bedmate must be hungry on top of all the deep-seated stuffs about Raynare.
The former Holy Maiden shoved down her self-pity and disgust that rose at the memory of their family failing completely to realize how deeply Raynare hurt him. That had already long passed. They all already made up about it and got closer because of it.
'Even still...'
Asia stopped, turning towards her love and held a hand, expectantly. Without missing a beat, Issei slid a hand into her grasp. Just like that, her face brightened out of joy, replacing the smile onto her face. She fought back the urge to skip, nearly forgetting the companions at her side. And as they continued, the orphan drew upon his warmth for comfort, half hoping some of it would somehow go through her into Raynare. The Angel had been through enough already. Issei as well.
She steeled the hope in her heart. They could make up, and she would make it happen! It would absolutely take time, much effort from each of them, and with it, they would all be better off for it.
Although Issei would probably be wondering why she was acting like nothing between all of them happened.
Asia had never really completely forgiven Raynare, moreso when Issei's trauma became obvious. Not by much or for long since she ended up beating herself up for being so blind... She nearly shook her head to shift rails of thought.
Raynare was out of their lives and was to be forgotten, which Asia had done. She had a new family to focus on.
However, seeing the Fallen Angel, who was the catalyst for Asia and Issei's new lease on life, bedridden, daunt, and sick, tugged at her bleeding heart. It only increased as the week went on. The girl still had much to thank the Fallen Angel for. Raynare never tried to harm her more than she said was necessary. Besides, the whole 'tearing out your sacred gear,' but that was a part of their initial deal. And the Angel saw through all of their promises: teaching her the ways of normal life, of the Japanese language, of friendship, and introduced her to so many wonderful things!
However, she was always supposed to die.
As if sensing Asia's inner turmoil, Issei squeezed her hand softly. She felt her face redden but she fought through it to send him a shy grin.
Raynare had made it crystal clear at their initial encounter during the nun's escape from her former home in Italy. Death would be coming for her in many forms: Witch or Heretic hunters, Devils, and many other factions she couldn't remember. In her heartbreak, distress and flipped worldview, Asia had taken the Angel's accord. To take away the 'gift' that was the source of all her struggles, give her a temporary normalcy, and finally send her on her way to heaven was the promise. Raynare hadn't lied. Never.
Despite all the objective wrong done to her, the blonde wouldn't change her past choice.
She failed at shoving down the urge to nod but pretended to not notice, nor the glances from her companions.
Raynare had spent the months since Asia's reincarnation in suffering. Azazel easily admitted he could've been more lenient but the thought of his long-laid plans nearly going up in flames due the actions of one person, no matter how misguided or manipulated, made it impossible for the Governor. He had never taken betrayal kindly, ironic given he was one of the first to Fall.
This would be one of his first steps to grow from that person.
The once revered Holy Maiden's heart went out to that as it did in equal parts awe. No matter the age, Angel or not, people still had something to learn and room for growth, huh?
Sooner than she expected, the dining room was the same as she left it minutes ago. Three plates of food sat still on the island on the far side. Two were matching plates of still steaming frittata. The final plate sat some spaghetti with meatballs. Asia reasoned the latter could be left out for a couple hours and still be fine. After all, she grew up on cold spaghetti in the orphanage.
"Oh!" She exclaimed for the third time that day. The first was when Issei kissed her chin right before Azazel interrupted them. She bit back a giggle, turning her focus onto the third wheel, "I wasn't expecting you to be awake yet Miss Raynare, so I didn't make you breakfast."
The girl moved to bow and apologize but Raynare's grainy voice stopped her, "That's fine." More than fine actually. Much more than deserved. Much less from Asia.
Gosh, that was nothing like the Miss Raynare the girl remembered...
Raynare was prideful, almost haughtily so. She stood tall, spoke a big game and was equally as charismatic. The latter was shown by Raynare's words shifting the disgruntled mass of stray exorcists that hunted the girl to join her side and work beneath her.
Asia closed her eyes for a small prayer. She had spoken to some of the men, who went from treating her like a witch to a victim. Hopefully, those who survived are well off...
A hand drifted to the small of her back, "Asia?" The girl melted into his arms with a small sigh. "You okay?"
"Y-Yeah," she racked her mind for an excuse since she wasn't willing to burden him with things that probably don't matter to him, "I guess I'm more tired than I thought from healing Raynare." The statement wasn't totally untrue, but Asia did feel a little bad to half-lie.
Both Raynare and Issei stiffened. The former felt much guiltier having now heard it rather than her mind taunting herself. Just noticeably, Issei's grasp on Asia tightened. The girl perked up to look at him, only to see him trained on the distracted Fallen. He was torn between worry and bitterness. It must've been serious, internal stuff that plagued her or something...
As if feeling her curious gaze, Issei peered down to her before smirking. "Transfer," he whispered.
Without hesitation, Asia accepted the sudden energy before shuttering with a shaky gasp. "O-o-ohh..." Her glowing limbs felt refreshed, and her magical core seemed to be overflowing with joy. She bit her bottom lip, blushing deeper, as she tied the similar sensations to something.
Shooting Raynare a glance before staring at the thick forearm holding up right, Asia whispered back, "You didn't have to. T-That's what breakfast is for."
His smirk widened, and he winked with a "Mhm." The chest to her back rumbled during his neutral hum, serving to explain her goosebumps. Asia couldn't help it! She simply loved to feel so close and connected to him.
H-However...
The girl spied Raynare trying her best not to stare at the pair and immediately felt bad. Miss Raynare was probably starving and thirsty!
Thus, regretfully, Asia tugged on Issei's arm to release her. As she spoke, the blonde shoved down her longing for more of his warmth and said with both hands out, "let's eat."
Issei took one hand easily, frowning slightly at Raynare with furrowed brows and shifting his jaw in thought. The Fallen tentatively replaced her cold hand into Asia's, embarrassed about how much her hand shook despite using almost all her will to get it as still as she could. The black-haired woman glanced away at the blonde's continued small but all the more frightening smile.
They surrounded the kitchen island, claiming a seat and began eating.
Asia sat between the two former lovers. Although, she stared quite a bit at Issei's lap before she ate. No one would blame her as this was one of her mornings with Issei... But, it would be awfully awkward if she took his lap in Miss Raynare's presence. She thought so at least, peeking at the sluggish Fallen who twirled her noodles and otherwise ate in silence.
The practicing Christian devil blinked. All of a sudden Raynare's recount of her date with Issei flashed in her mind. Despite using the ending of the date to scare Asia into submission back then (in fear for Issei's life), the Angel had seemingly taken care to enjoy herself. She bit back a pout, shoving her desire for a date away, finishing her smaller portion.
Her radiant gaze drifted back to the fickle figure of Raynare, who looked as if a gust of wind would push her over. Surprisingly, the black-framed, pale Angel was almost done with her even smaller portion. It brought a smile to Asia.
Raynare, in a fit of guilt, forced herself to finish the food if just to lessen the burden she was to her Master, unbeknownst to the blonde. Nearly done, the Fallen could feel the food filling her up, trying to make its way back up.
It wasn't long before she choked on a gag, mid-chew. Immediately, she shrunk in an effort to pretend she hadn't. In a panic, she tried to shove more food into her dripping mouth. However, her shaky hand had other plans, no longer able to grasp the fork. Fierce embarrassment, guilt, and weakness welled within her, melding together all at once into an even worse panic and more than doubling the effort her stomach used to force the food up.
Once again, she was losing to her body. This couldn't be happening. Not like this. Not now. Not in front of them!
No no no no no no nononono—!
All of a sudden, the pressure dropped to a manageable state. Her eyes, that had slammed shut sometime amidst her panic, flashed open to her surroundings. It zeroed in on Asia's brilliant hands beside her. With it, Raynare's gut twisted painfully, guiltily.
"...It's okay," came Issei-kun's voice to her other side. It was then she realized that his warm hands rubbed her back, soothingly, filling her with a foreign energy.
And for a split second, she wanted to relish in his comfort. It was so warm, so kind, so good. It was too much. Much more than she deserved. Far more than she could ever imagine. "I-It's not!" she nearly wailed, trying to create distance from him. She failed; her ribs slammed into the table, knocking the air out of her and her from her seat. Despite herself, when Issei caught her in one smooth move, she clung to him. "It's not..." She bit back the sob that bubbled at her throat. Her restraint didn't last a second. "It's not okay. I'm not okay. I'm not. I'm not! I—"
As Raynare continued her wails and cries, she was none the wiser to her surroundings. Not to Asia's concerned tears as said girl wept against Issei's shoulder from behind. Not the oddly stoic Issei shifting her so he could hold her in one arm, comfortably. His other hand continued its rubbing, helping her as she was conflicted to relish in it or to stray from it.
His attention drifting between both girls, the Dragon Emperor decided on a course of action, and whispered, "I'll carry her back, and we head back to bed, okay Asia?" The former nun, grasping his shirt tightly, nodded but didn't move. The Dragon Emperor stopped his ministrations on Raynare's back to wrap around Asia's waist. "We'll be moving now."
"S-" Asia hiccupped a sob, "sorry."
Issei frowned but didn't say anything, helping her along. With that, they made their way back to Raynare's room. A small part of him regretted putting her room so far away out of spite.
But there was no need for further negativity. These two needed him. Asia needed him, he corrected. His jaws clenched together firmly at the idea of Raynare worming her way back into his new life so easily. Asia accepted her without much thought, which absolutely no one was surprised at. Rias had given a bit of a fight, but ultimately left it to him since it was Baraqiel's request to him alone under the pretense of aiding Azazel. Koneko could probably sense the new presence without trying but hadn't brought it up. Willing to wait for now, he assumed.
With all his thoughts keeping him busy, it didn't seem long before Raynare's room was just a doorknob twist away.
With a tenderness he found shocking since it wasn't for one of his lovers, he tried to tuck her in. Instead, Raynare turned from docile to an anxious mess.
"Pl-" Her shaky hand failed to hold him, so she threw herself at him, "Please don't leave me!" It was a pitiful attempt. "Please!" She had only barely managed to latch onto his outstretched forearm in a loose hug. The Fallen was all too weak and much too shaky to hold him properly. To see her like this could make Issei freeze up. Raynare made no notice of it and continued to beg, "P-Please, Issei-kun."
Immediately, his mind snapped back to the last time he saw her. The Fallen Angel had used the same line to beg for her life. He swore he—Rias killed her. No. It was his choice. He killed Raynare by his own volition, using Rias as the smoking gun. His burning pupils narrowed, recalling how it played out. Azazel must've revived her through some means. And now, in some fit of humanity, the ex-Seraph threw this... coward at him?
Issei owed Azazel for a lot, but absolutely not enough to have the man turn on his choice, his morals, his past.
The immense power within him surged throughout his tense body, preparing to redo what Rias had done upon Raynare once more. Then, her grip on his forearm slacked before both her pale hands snapped to his, unwilling to completely let go. Even as her violet eyes rolled back, and her consciousness left her. She fell like a pile of bones, clutching him as if trying to drag him down with her.
Did she think I wouldn't make the same choice as before?
Issei nearly snorted at the thought.
If so, she was dead wrong. Hyoudou Issei may have grown to change, but that decision would never follow suit. It would be so easy to kill her even. With but a twitch of his wrist, he could break her arms. With but a glare, he could stop her heart. With but a surge of aura, he could erase her very existence.
Truthfully, Issei saw no reason not to and moved to do just that.
"Ise," a pair of dandy hands hugged his shoulders from behind, "I realize... it won't be easy, but please?" Asia's hands trailed down his smooth chest, "Besides, w-we can continue where we left off..."
"That sounds like a plan," he nodded, pooling his aura into the hand Raynare held. Asia would get over Raynare's second death eventually. There was no place for her in their life. Issei didn't need the Fallen. If anything, it was draining Asia for basically no reason. "But first..."
Asia's hands fell to his, practically stealing the energy to empower herself, something she picked up from Vali and Fafnir. It had an unforeseen effect, tuning her temperature up like mad and driving her senses into overdrive. "I-Ise," she fought back a shutter and pressed his hands into each boob, "please?" The blonde stood on the tip of her toes, leaning into him for a kiss.
Staring down to her begging eyes and puckered lips, he sighed and forced Raynare into the back of his head before leaning down.
The Fallen Angel would continue to live, regretfully.
It was but a chaste kiss; its purpose was to calm her down so she would be sated enough until they made it back to their bedroom. Asia, however, had no intention to leave. Recalling that, Raynare bragging to her about Issei's first date set an intense flame alight within her, one now enhanced by her augmented feelings. Jealousy, and anger tried to well up in her.
Although a small part of her felt that way, it fell short of her desire to see Raynare and Issei become friendly.
Maybe it was the carnal energy amplifying what she was feeling and making her thoughts mushy... but, wouldn't having intercourse help Raynare and Issei make up? Asia was no stranger to an audience, extra participants or other risque bedroom things, given her partner was the Harem King with partners from many walks of life. Though, she wasn't necessarily used to it completely either...
Would Issei like her more if she did?
"...h-here," she barely mumbled, red-faced and hiding against Issei's neck.
This time was a lotdifferent though! She had never done it in front of a teache... W-Well, Rosewiesse doesn't really count. A-A-And, she's never really done it in front of an Angel, no matter how much this one has fallen- Urk! Irina-chan and Akeno were exceptions for obvious reasons!
Issei opened his mouth, paused for a moment, and then asked, "What?" He must've misread 'cuz his precious Asia wouldn't say such a thing!
Drawing confidence from his mere presence and convincing herself that she was simply being silly, Asia nodded to herself, tightening a hold on Issei. "Let's... d-do it here." She felt herself shrink at Issei's stare which lasted far longer in her head than in all actuality. When his gaze finally left her, the girl dared to peek.
His flaming dragonic slits fleeted over to Raynare's slumbering form. It wasn't in anger nor lust. Instead, his cold, calculating eyes burrowed at Raynare's chest. It was then that Asia realized Issei was using one of his famed 'Boob Arts.' They had evolved to the point he only needed his eyes to use and abuse them on friends and foes alike. In this case, she could only guess he was reading Raynare's now open heart.
Issei must've thought of her silly or mad with how easy she had accepted Raynare. But, she had done a similar reading on the Fallen when the former nun was healing her. She wasn't THAT easy, anymore... E-Either way, hopefully, he didn't find anything worth acting on his less than nice feelings from earlier...
"Fine," he finally muttered, replacing his arm around her, "why here though?"
She racked her mind for an answer, trying her best to ignore his familiar smell and warmth, and blurted, "I don't think I-I can wait!" Doubling down, she threw herself onto him, mashing her lips onto him. Issei caught her easily. For a split second, it reminded her of the time, she spied Akeno doing the same after a particularly heavy 'torture' session. Maybe it was all the warm energy coursing through her, but Asia wanted something like that.
She released her hold on his head, "I can handle it—" she missed the feeling of his lips already and shot back up, only to pull back just as quickly to correct herself, "you!" Her hands tried to press his head further as she tried her best to emulate the passion she saw from her friends.
It's more than tongue. However, she didn't quite understand what laid beyond basic intimacy, despite the many examples. Issei was here for that, thankfully. He was always there for her.
Thus, she asked with their noses just a hair's width apart, their growing breaths brushing against one another, and eyes lost in their match, "Please, Issei? Just like the rest of them..." She trailed off, noticing something prodding her. With it came a shot of excitement as her mind raced to imagine all the things her lover could do to her.
She shuttered.
A warm breath of air drew the blonde from her thoughts. "Of course." He pressed their foreheads and noses together, "Anything you could ever want, Asia." As always, the way he said her name failed not to send shivers throughout her body. She loved it! And him all the more, if possible.
Next thing she knew, she was straddling his lap as he lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. Immediately, his lips found hers, and his hands creeped up her front with phantom touches.
Asia then giggled.
She couldn't help it! Her midriff was always sensitive—
Issei already knew about that and took full advantage. His hands shot up. One went to a nipple. Its twin caught her neck so she couldn't escape her willful torture to moan for more. The girl had asked for it.
His specialized magic, of course, had use in the bed. With a twist from his magic-coated fingers, he gave her what she asked for.
Normally, he would treat her like glass, withholding his strength and the intensity of lovemaking. He always knew her body could handle him, but he wasn't sure if she could, even if Asia's very transparent thoughts thought so. And somehow, Raynare's presence pushed Asia to finally ask for it—beg for it even! He couldn't make any sense of it. It didn't matter though. His woman was going to get what she deserved and then some.
Asia was absolutely, positively and completely silly to believe she could handle him.
He drowned out her moan with his forked tongue as she squirted against his crotch. Her back tried to arch, but he held her still. Her legs were the exception. They squirmed as much as they could to his sides.
Her wide eyes stared down to him, completely caught off-guard. Issei could only wink, fighting back a smirk. The hand on her chest snaked south and behind her to press and grind her further against his crotch, uncaring about the growing wetness. He made sure to grope all the while with the energy lowered but encompassing his whole palm now.
There was no need to overwhelm her. He had simply given her a taste of what she was heading into: How easy it would be for him to handle her.
Slowly, almost painstakingly, he continued to drag her bubble butt, which oozed through his fingers, across his thick thighs. His mouth latched anywhere it could from her collar to her ear.
"I-Issei! Ise!" With her lips no longer bound by his, Asia was free to whimper out his name, for more, and to gasp in increasing pleasure. "Please! M-More!" Her hands found the strength to fight the bliss overwhelming her to grasp at his smooth hair, trying to press him closer in a frenzy. It was the only thing she could hold onto.
Issei could only smirk mentally at her continuous, wanton feedback. He slowed his ministrations to a stop, before whispering into her ear, "More?" Her silk-bounded back pressed against a chair she had forgotten was there. "Okay." With that, his body and all that came with it, left her.
"Huh?" The warmth replaced itself across her legs. In specific, his hands on her thighs, and his breath against her lower lips. Feeling the latter, she finally opened her, previously, tightly shut eyes, slightly.
Staring back at her half-lidded gaze, his smoldering eyes never strayed as he latched his mouth onto her lower lips. While it was nothing new for her, his beloved Asia never failed to get embarrassed about this, her face completely ablaze. Her hands came up to her face, and through shaky fingers, her wide eyes struggled to train onto his.
She flinched. Then for a couple moments, her eyes slammed shut. All that because his tongue flicked once against the nub that he knew drove her wild. Then, twice. And so on and so forth. Amidst that, one of his hands left her thigh to replace itself against her sopping opening. With that, he restarted the stroking ministrations from earlier, followed by a squeal of surprise. It wasn't long before she gushed to completion, slouching and relaxing, but she was no longer burdened behind his lips.
For a few seconds, Issei paused to watch.
"It felt so good. Why would you stop...?" Asia gasped out. Perhaps, it was unconsciously said in the throes of bliss, but she muttered for more again. "M-More...!" For a split second, his attention lowered to her perky nipples, admiring how they shifted before she spoke up, doubling down, "P-Please Ise."
He had to give it to her. His nun in devilish skin was adamant but beyond that, she was absolutely splendid.
As if Issei flipped a switch, his tongue flicked back at Asia's clitoris. He didn't stop there; his fingers first gently prodded at her slit. Inching in more and more, he tried his best not to smirk as her yelps and moans grew. His mission was fully committed to slowly regrow her orgasm.
From above him, Asia couldn't help but pout a little. She didn't need to see it to know that Ise was smirking between her thighs! Taking it super slow and gentle with her all the while, despite her pleading... Acting as if she couldn't handle it all!
And so, drunk on power and pleasure, her hands finally left her face to drift down to his hair. His amused but smoldering gaze rose up to hers. Almost defiantly, she gripped his hair tighter, steeling her confidence, "I-I said... more, Ise." He didn't verbally respond or immediately act. Instead, he kept his pace, searching through her verdant eyes. "Please."
Again, he didn't take immediate action, but all the same, he turned back to nether regions. Suddenly, his tongue and hand switched spots, causing her to yelp and tighten her hold on his hair. Taking his tongue's spot, his fingers grounded against her clit, furiously. His tongue flickered across her before inserting itself; pace already decided.
Just as she was getting used to the wet appendage, it swelled in length before surged further and further into her. The rapid pace left the previous one in the dust.
Watching and experiencing were two different things, Issei knew. Asia, on the other hand... she'd learn it.
Subconsciously, her hips shifted slightly before trying to thrust up to him. Much to her dismay, he held her down with his other hand. He continued, upping the pace every other eternity, completely ignoring her bunched-up fists that were trying to force him deeper as well. He waited for her cloudy eyes to match his.
Despite moaning out uselessly after a couple of especially loud ones, Asia knew he wasn't giving it his all. This was nothing new! With all of her patience gone, she gathered all her energy to share what was going on in her head through force.
It was then she noticed his attention on her, freezing her like a deer in the headlights.
With a particularly long lick across her slit, he rose. Asia could feel her face redden at the sight of her juices splattered across his lips. It surprised her every time...
Her train of thought melted, as she watched him wipe most of her juices with his fingers and then lick it off with practiced ease...
"—iously," Asia only caught the end of his words. She blinked in confusion, which her lover easily caught on and repeated, "I'm sorry for not taking you seriously."
She really tried her best to stay annoyed with him, turning away slightly and mumbling, "Y-, You should be." Despite herself, her pout lost out to a half-pleading expression. She didn't need to be babied!
It was nice the first couple of years though...
But she wanted him to take this much, much further with her.
"Mhmm~"
Asia pretended she didn't shiver at the rumble or that she didn't notice her goosebumps. "Oh!" Her mate picked her up suddenly; an arm grasped her by her waist and unbeknownst to her, the other guided her to his saluting erection. In one swift move, he filled her. "OH~!" Her cry drowned out the slap of her reddening ass against his thighs.
For a moment, the pace was slow. It was something all too familiar. It took her a bit to recognize it but when she did, Issei sped up and shifted from standing to stepping back to sit on the bed. "T-That's it!" Asia nearly sobbed in excitement. Both cheeks of her ass spilled between his fingers as he gripped it harshly, leveraging her with them alone. It wasn't uncomfortable. It wasn't painful. It was... "Perrrrectt!"
For a while longer, she was content with being toss around, taking in this new side of sex. Her normally straight hair was now a mess. She didn't care and she was sure Issei didn't either. His hungry gaze was laid upon her bouncing boobs that went with and against his growing pace. Even from above, it was quite hypnotizing. If she was still human, she'd probably be more worried about bruising. But, she was a devil, and they live to fulfill their whims so...
Why wouldn't he take them? Did he need more prompting?
"Here!" With ease, she straightened her upper body despite his ferocious, jolting tempo before leaning forward to shove her chest towards his face. "Take me, Ise!" Feeling him suckle one nub, she continued to grasp and moan, "Take all of me!" Her arms cradled his head as he continued to thrust and manhandle her lower body.
Another gush of fluids splashed against his thighs. If she wasn't so drunk on everything, she'd be blushing up a storm at how easy it was for her, no matter how often it happened.
"I-Ise!" she nearly squealed as he bit down sharply and prodded at her sensitive bundle of nerves below. "More!" Both would normally harm a human or even maybe a devil, but the energies that swirled within her swelled and only yearned for more.
Issei could sense she wanted to take more initiative, if the continuing rocks of her hips, which almost disrupted the pace he had set every time, hadn't given it away. He was a little curious as to what she would do. And so, he allowed it, grunting into her neck, "Show me how I should do it then."
Asia froze but her insides squeezed him harshly, and he nearly came in surprise. "O-Oh shit."
The blonde recovered before he did. It allowed her to briefly overpower him to push him down; his dick in her vice grip all the while. "Oh!" Her arms shifted so it held her up, her hands to his shoulders, more to hold her up than to hold him down. Her hair splayed themselves around them, almost like a halo in spite of the debauchery.
"Asia," He stilled at her wanton look, remembering he gave her the pilot seat.
"I-I wanted to try," she raised her lower half so just the head of his cock just kissed her nether lips, "this!"
"Fuck."
She came at the sight of his moan.
Further driven by all the times she's watched the others, the next promised orgasm within her and steaming energy within her, she rounded her hips, taking him for a ride.
Up, she went. She followed up the motion by drawing her hips down and back, slamming them just a tad weaker than Issei before. The issue was her pussy grew tighter and tighter, as if embolden by her actions.
She bit her lips, feeling an especially strong climax welling, building behind each of her miniature ones. A moan slipped through, "Ise!" She couldn't end this without his potent seed deep within her. "Please~!" With that in mind, she redoubled her effort, ignoring how her arms began to shake, stressed.
She was losing steam.
H-Hopefully, Issei wouldn't notice.
He did, but he was more than content to prop himself up to nibble at her collar, kiss from neck up to ear, whisper at how much of a good girl she was at this. "You're doing really good, Asia." She really did surprise him. "I didn't realize you liked it like this too." Despite it, he grinned a toothy smile against her as his penis throbbed. He could wait to retake control. "Just a little more~"
Though, he could barely wait to reward her.
She came to his next words, "I love you." Toes curled and a silent scream lost to the world in her strained throat. Her arms slacked, completely throwing her pace out of whack. For a split second, she blanked out. It was adorable to see her try so hard.
Nevertheless, Issei saw his chance. He caught her, arms encompassing her waist, mouth to her jugular, and in one smooth move, he thrusted into her for the first time that morning.
Without even looking, he could tell her eyes rolled up her fluttering eyelids. The surprise of her sudden orgasm and him retaking control was a dangerous combination, but she had shown she could handle it with all this. The man nearly laughed as he felt her already shifting before he readied a second thrust.
He loosened his arms so she could shift her arms. "F-Finally," she huffed out, holding his face with both hands.
He simply kissed her unapologetically then bottomed out into her once more, muffling her squeals. Unconsciously, her arms looped themselves back around his neck, further locking her lips and arms to him.
Seeing her redden due to a lack of air and muted cries of unadulterated bliss, he pulled back to admire it better, much to the dismay of his lover. She blossomed into a blush, down all the way to her shoulders with a low and elongated moan. Her hands tried to block the next few, but each thrust disrupted what little defense she could build.
It seemed his Asia was back to 'normal.' Literally crying on him in joy and slight embarrassment, even if there was no o—almost no one else in the mansion. Nevertheless, she continued to 'handle' him like she had practically promised.
"I-I-I lo—!" Her eyes rolled back as he hit a sensitive nerve on purpose. She was struggling to return his words from earlier. He couldn't help but make it even harder for her to talk. Ultimately, she couldn't manage more nor be annoyed at his obvious actions in her elevating bliss.
Issei flipped them so now her spread legs hung off the side of the bed. He tugged her towards him, plunged right back into her harder than ever before, shoving them apart. He did so a couple more times, gaining momentum each time and growing alongside the volume of her muffled moans before unloading into her along with a needy kiss for her.
He could give her that much for interrupting her.
The Gracious Oppai Gods beyond the Gap, his Asia was so fucking cute. Greedy, drunk Asia was cool, sexy and all but... Asia was the best when she was herself. Too bad, the combination left him horny like never before and that his woman was currently indisposed. He couldn't blame her. Never her. It was her first time dealing with it, after all.
Issei vowed to let loose on her from now on, savoring the taste of her with a smirk.
Ah. "Damn it." The images of the events for the future got his cock throbbing again. But then, he heard someone else take a sharp breath, and he reacted.
"...M-Master," muttered Raynare into the bedsheets.
The Red Dragon Emperor had completely forgotten about her. In surprise, he swung.
The only reason Raynare's head still remained attached to her body was because she bent forward in a dogeza seated state, and he whiffed his sudden backhand strike. Midswing, it was one he realized was no longer necessary for his peace of mind.
Both feeling the gust of his swing and his narrowing of his pupils, the Fallen flinched.
Issei snorted before barking out a demanding "What?"
"I ... lp," came her muffled reply.
For a moment, he debated whether to erase her again. With a sigh and a glance to Asia's unconscious body, he decided. The Fallen was certainly having a lucky day this day. "Speak up, Yu—" The man nearly bit through his tongue at his slip up, mentally cursing himself.
His attention flipped back to Raynare, who stilled and stopped breathing at that point, confusing his sudden flux of aura. He closed his eyes and released his bloodied tongue. No longer obstructed, it healed immediately.
Using his ability to read hearts was a double-edged sword in this case. Intimately wasn't enough to describe how he felt their emotions and thoughts at the level he perfected the ability. To feel how guilty and regretful she was immediately removed her off the threat scale. Even if she was there as an emotional threat just barely if nothing else, Asia could probably take her down with but a flex. The reading he got from his ability was much more than the apology she tried before he had interrupted it earlier.
Issei wouldn't admit that, not even to himself. He didn't want to admit it, but she's changed in all the emotional ways he'd hoped for. He sighed. He couldn't even lie to himself as shown by his second slipup.
With much less malice, he said, "Speak up, Raynare."
Perhaps, it was out of surprise at the much softer tone or maybe something else entirely, but the woman took an awkward number of seconds to recover. "I-I can help with that," she repeated much clearer, regretting the words since the first time she muttered them.
It slipped out seeing how forceful he was, and Asia's excited state of pleasure. Never in her wildest dreams of confinement would she imagine the pair being up to that...
Issei blinked.
O-Oh right, he was naked, having just fucked Asia into oblivion—
"A-Asia's still new to this right?" the woman tried, oblivious to all the time she had spent in punishment, peeking up to the twitching, bulbous head before her. She swallowed, feeling inspired by his much lighter tone but fought down her anticipation, "I'll be... more than happy to serve you." He had carried her here during one of her hysterics. "P-Please…" she begged, unable to hold back her truer feelings on the matter.
She missed contact.
Her eyes grew wetter at the stray but no less truer thought. She had only her lackluster life prior to keep her company in her confinement. Azazel's touches as he studied her barely sated her, bringing more and more coldness or sharp pain at the recollection of his image.
'Pain...'
Maybe it was her dulled survival instinct finally kicking in but when she had ducked into a bowed state earlier, death had nearly swung her way. Raynare realized it at the gust. She had come that close, and she had tried to ignore it.
The last time she ignored her instincts, she died so it was hard to say the least.
Issei-kun surely wouldn't kill her, right? Even though he had effectively pulled the trigger the first time. She hadn't even apologized to him or Asia yet. She had to do that. If nothing else, just so her previous life as an Angel wasn't for nothing. Her aching virtue tied to the creation of her soul couldn't allow her to let go until she gave those two her words.
"Please wait, Mas—Issei" she continued, holding back a sob, "I-I'm so sorry!" The raven-haired woman held her breath and waited.
'...Obviously, Raynare moved on from 'serving' me, huh.' Issei muttered mentally. It was also quite obvious that she didn't know he had already f—started to forgive her. Rias and the others wouldn't allow him to let him push her actions off to the side, even though he knew just how sorry she was and how long ago they were and knowing all the other people who also tried to or succeeded in killing him. It was more than fair for them to feel that way but damn his bleeding heart and his ability working against them and his logical side.
He thought he had completely moved on from his first love...
With that in mind, he crafted his words carefully, tapping one of her shoulders with a slight smile and softly said, "You'll have to work on showing it, okay?"
...It wasn't until she threw herself onto the bed, propped on her elbows and jerking his previously softening dick, did he realize how his words could be taken. He had only chosen them so other wives wouldn't be annoyed with him!
He was going to enjoy this much before he cut her off. Taking advantage of emotional girls wasn't really his kind of thing...
"W-Wow." Behind her hands, Asia spied at the pounding Raynare was taking. There was nothing else to call it. So aggressive in each thrust, she could see the outline of his— "Oh my!" She had just taken that. Even though it wasn't her first time noticing the thickness or it within Issei's other lovers, the image or reminder never failed to send her reeling.
A bit lost in her thoughts, Asia failed to notice Issei slowing until he shadowed over her, then cut off her yelp with a cocky question, "Did ya have a nice nap?"
Instead of answering, she half-formed a pout. Something was different. Someone. No wait, two someone's. Wait, wait!
"I'm still dreaming?" she muttered. Issei seemed much brighter, and Raynare seemed fuller, both physically and metaphysically. A-And despite Issei's reputation, he wouldn't go around and have sex with anyone...
The Fallen bit her lower lip in an attempt to muffle her moans, taking advantage of the slower pace. Issei shot her a knowing glance but ignored her otherwise, sending a smile Asia's way. "Welcome back, Asia."
"G-Good morning again, Ise." He then leaned down for a kiss. Easily, she closed her eyes and tried to meet him. The simple kiss left her feeling energized, but desiring for more, once again.
Despite her best efforts, Raynare released an especially loud moan as the prone position forced him deeper, ramming against a couple particular spots. Again, Asia realized what was happening. This time, just to her side. She could've never imagined this before today.
On her back, Raynare graciously took his length. Her hair splayed around her and clung to her skin. Issei, however, would make sure to brush it out of her face, if not just to peer into her magenta eyes, who tried their damndest not to roll back and give up on staying conscious. Every so often, his gaze would wander south, down to her sizable bust, which the Fallen held in both hands, goading him to abuse them as well.
"How..." Asia started this unsure, half-unwilling to dim the atmosphere, "How did this come to be?"
Perhaps, unsurprisingly, Issei didn't stop nor slowed further. Instead, he picked up Raynare by her hips, flipped her and dropped her straight onto him. The Fallen let loose a cry from both pairs of lips in ecstasy. With it came the unfurling of her dual pairs of raven wings.
"I guess, I picked up more than I thought from Koneko," Issei chuckled, chin over Raynare's shoulder. "I have plenty of life energy, y'know, being reborn from Ophis and Great Red and all. This much isn't even a second off from my life if you're worried." He studied her expression, buckling Raynare into his lap all the while.
"That's lovely!"
"Yup!"
As if to celebrate alongside them, Raynare screamed out incoherently in delight as well. Just like that, Asia reddened all over again. Which reminded him...
"Asia, Raynare also has something to say to you too." He wrapped an arm up her torso to hold her chin. He finally paused their lower motions, giving Raynare a break, but backing her up against his back and the metaphorical wall all the same.
The Fallen could no longer distract herself with pleasure to hide from Asia. She knew it, but she had just promised herself that she wouldn't be a coward anymore! 'Give me a break!'
"Miss Raynare?"
"R-Right, yes! I—" Issei tweaked one of her nipples and she moaned out of surprise. She put it out of her mind, trying to focus on Asia, "I... I'm sorry." Perhaps, in a fit of panic and half unable to stomach the idea of seeing her face at the moment, she tried to bow. Rather than that happening, she only pushed Issei deeper into her folds, rubbing into all the perfect spots, in all the best ways.
She forgot Issei was holding her up right in her hurry.
Somehow, she prevented the leak of her pleasure from her mouth.
"I already forgave you."
"See?" Issei teased the dark Angel in his lap, raising her from his lap. "What did I say?" He gripped a pair of her wings in a way Akeno loved and filled her cunt all over again. This time, she fluttered in his grasp, spasmed slightly, then collapsed onto him with only the whites of her eyes showing and cooing all the while. He painted her insides with a grunt, closing his eyes shortly, turning back to Asia, "And Asia, don't beat yourself for being unable to handle me." His hand slid down from her chin, where Raynare's head slumped, down to her thighs, displaying her. "Not even a seasoned Fallen Angel could handle me."
"I-" said Fallen Angel started, gassed out and tossing her head back so she could murmur into his ear, "I'm still here, ya know."
Issei could only grin widely but gave her a much-needed break, laying her out before him; his seed spilling out onto the sheets.
"I'm not worried about that," the blonde said, crawling to take Raynare's place. She didn't reinsert him but pressed his wet dick between them. "I'm more than fine, " she reaffirmed with a faux shy smile, using both hands to further press his hardness against herself. In the next moment, she lifted herself up and down, rotating her hips. "I have a lot of catching up to do, but... I showed you I can handle it." She rose so their noses just barely touched. He nodded to both give cute nose kisses and concur with her train of thought.
She closed her eyes for a kiss, which he reciprocated without fail, and began jerking him off between her wetness and two hands. Cool and sexy Asia was back. Gods, he almost couldn't handle the different strands of gap moe! Something about Raynare drew it out from her. He knew not what it was, but he certainly wasn't going to complain.
He let this go on for a few more moments before taking back the lead, gripping both sides of her, plunging right back into her. However, unlike their previous session, she pushed off from him. Her head fell beside Raynare's thighs with a bit of a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"I didn't get to taste it last time..." Whether or not Asia meant to mutter that, she dove between Raynare's legs, using one as a pillow as well.
This— This was one of the reasons he wanted a harem. As if to thank her for the sight, he left her slightly before plunging in again. His grin opened, revealing his sharp teeth, at the sight of Asia's toes curling, her light spasm and her tongue going limp against Raynare for a moment.
He could confidently trust she could handle him. And handle him she did and then some.
Her mouth continued to suckle upon Raynare's sopping opening with a willingness she had anyways carried to face every new thing in her path. Her hips began to rotate in tandem with his rising rhythm. Where she picked it up or how she withheld it from him was beyond him. But he took it as a bit of a challenge, seeing as she made no hints of how she'd preferred it.
She did say to just take her...
Issei almost roared at the hidden challenge. His pride blossomed at his mate feeling herself enough to willfully lay before him so wholeheartedly. It was only beaten by his ever-burning lust.
Asia's predicament was a special one. As a dragon whisperer, she gained innate dragon-slaying abilities, whether it be to calm or to fell them and whatnot. And so, Issei drawing upon his own instinctual abilities only made him easier as her body grew accustomed to counter him.
It would be a long while before she could physically match him, but it was a godsent with her goal to last.
Eventually, Asia could no longer split her focus between her two mouths. She shut her eyes tightly, drawing in rapid breaths, arching her back in what seemed like a permanent orgasm. Every thrust made her choke on air, unable to moan properly.
To describe how Raynare felt as Asia ate her out in one word, it would be: untarnished. That everything up until that moment led her up to this. Asia's naive tongue certainly didn't know what she was doing outside stealing Issei's seed, which Raynare knew firsthand was all too perfect. It tasted like the fruits of Eden smelled when ripened and sliced as sacrifice. She knew that quite fondly as a past caretaker of cherubs.
No longer bound to her virtue that previously flared up like an exposed wound was enough to bring her to the edge. Tact on the innocence of Asia's tongue prodding around and taking active notes on each reaction the Fallen did was enough to send her over.
So, when Asia was all too busy to continue in the throes of ecstasy, Raynare's sinful side shone through. She shimmied down and besides the girl to show Asia just how thankful she was for her forgiveness and her tongue.
She sent Issei a look, gulping at his intense figure. The boy she once knew grew into a man. It was quite the "gap."
Issei watched with a nod. His smirk grew wider all the while. He slowed dramatically so he could enjoy the show better, and so his wife wouldn't be completely overwhelmed out of surprise and his constant interruptions.
He could wait to fuck her back into oblivion. Not long, mind you, but he could. And so, he allowed Raynare a portion of control.
Raynare closed her eyes, redoubling her effort internally and then moved on behind Asia, flipping her so the young woman laid beneath the Fallen.
Licking and nibbling from anywhere from her neck up to her ear, Raynare tried her best to catalog her recipient's reactions under pressure. The blonde mewled and grasped repeatedly how it wasn't right or proper. Asia, despite each run in with them, found it hard to differentiate Fallen from Angels. So, combining being the same sex and Raynare's status as one of the beings Asia revered her whole life was ever-so wrong but all the more right when saddled with her half-devil side. Eventually, Asia found it in herself to peer down to the dark Angel, then to Issei, who came to a halt and only pressed his twitching erection onto her as Raynare jerked what was exposed. The blonde couldn't help but swallow in anticipation.
If what came before was already overwhelming her and Issei was barely drumming up a sweat, how would he handle two?
She wasn't allowed to continue the thought as Raynare further her ministrations, drawing up her seasoned hands. Gentle and ghostly until they firmed to grope or massage, Asia couldn't help but relate it to her first time with Issei. She almost giggled at the thought, imagining their faces if she told them. They definitely wouldn't believe the similarities, and to be completely fair, there weren't a lot of them, but they were there!
A bite to her earlobe drew Asia out. A whisper sent shivers down her spine, "He's about to jump onto you." A glance to Issei's direction confirmed it, but Asia shook her head and passed a look to Issei with a faux shy look.
Issei knew the look. It was one she used to mask her mischievousness. Again, he didn't know how Raynare brought this out of her his wife, but he saw no reason not to comply. It would be a little funny to say the least. The Fallen had gotten a lot of her confidence back in a short amount of time. She needed a reminder of her place.
She still had a lot of makeup to do.
Withdrawing altogether from Asia, he pressed Raynare down by the small of her back. It had the unconscious effect of raising her reddened ass slightly. The ancient woman blinked repeatedly at the sudden shift of events but gave up her. He palmed one cheek, giving it a few taps.
Issei quickly grew bored of watching her ass ripple and jiggle. In one smooth move, he sheathed himself back into Raynare. A cry tore itself from her throat as she clung onto Asia for dear life. The session before had only introduced her to his size and thoroughness. Like a champ, Asia cushioned every thrust, holding the Fallen motherly, and juggling an almost wicked but happy smile.
"He got you~" the former nun teased, surprisingly. Raynare could only stare in short-lived shock before Issei rammed back into her with a hefty grunt. She came easily, not quite recovered from earlier. "I know Issei better than you now, Miss Raynare." Asia brushed the bangs from Raynare's face. "F-From watching the others, I know he'll love this too."
With that, the two women's lips met. A tongue prodded at Raynare. Without a thought, she let it slip through as they tilted heads automatically. Issei's grip on her hips, tightened, almost painfully so as he stopped pull her towards him. Instead, he went completely focused on thrusting into her and watching the spectacle continue. And continue it did. Asia arched her back to press their chests further, pulling Raynare's hands to each other's boobs.
"This too."
She had noted how Issei had played with her own before. Drawing upon the absorbed dragon energy, she tried her best to emulate him. Her hands gained a mystical, ethereal red flame, as she sexually tortured the Fallen with gropes, flicks, and twists.
"He would've done this with you. Us."
Raynare was quickly losing on both fronts. A part of her could remember when the two were so green and innocent. Now, they're out here fill out both of her mouths. The one she stabbed was now spearing her insides with a cock that drove her crazy. She couldn't breathe, not that she needed to, thankfully. It, however, was necessary to give her appreciate in the form of moans, groans, and cries. The former nun now swallowed each one, filling out her mouth with gusto.
Through it all, Issei's sharp gaze, once fill with spite, stared onwards with glee and lust. The change gave her goosebumps, made her ass blush, and hardened her nipples more, despite Asia's ministrations. And yet, as much as she wanted to succumb, she couldn't. She didn't deserve this "warm" welcome. Hot tears, which had risen from extraneous amounts of pleasure, fell in mass. Even as Asia stole the rest of her exhale, she hiccupped.
Just as badly as she felt, she sought the warm feelings she had always wanted even before her imprisonment.
Asia had intentionally but gently accosted it out of the blacked Angel.
Issei noticed the situation easily and slowed just as quickly. He gathered the two woman and plopped them further on the bed so he could lay as well. They continued giving Raynare these warm and loving touches. Issei mostly had his fill of sex for the morn—afternoon. No longer did 'abused' her body like she had pretended to want and welcomed on her knees.
It wasn't long before her emotional exhaustion caught up to the physical kind and the Fallen shut her eyes, feeling drained in a fulfilled manner.
"Son of a bitch!" he exclaimed suddenly, "We could've teleported to her room at the beginning." The post-nut clarity hit him like a truck, miles too late.
Asia could only giggle at his late realization. However, if it happened, they wouldn't have found how to heal Raynare, among a bunch of other things. Such as, her newly crafted plan was practically fully realized at this point!
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Aes (AN): Not really ashamed to say I gave up on this after trying to end it a few times after sitting on most of it after Halloween. It was mostly written as an entry for an event in the server I keep advertising for.
Cleaned it up, gave it an ending mostly and hopefully, most of it is enjoyable.
(Old) ...I swear I have nothing against Raynare, and I quite like her design and so on, but I always end up putting her through the ringer. I can't help it! If I don't, it doesn't feel like Raynare even if she's pretty much ooc or a straight up OC in all but name. That and hey, it is (was) spooky month for me fellow Unitikans. Late for a bunch of boring and shitty reasons, my bad. Either way, happy Giving-Thanks and winter holidays! (new years too!)
Asia wasn't originally planned in this despite her heavy involvement, but it only made sense for it imo as I continued without a defined plan (outside ending on sex) as per usual. Plus, I haven't actually written a threesome before, somehow. Though, I wasn't expecting this to be my first time (the plan was for Rias and Akeno eventually). I like trying new things usually so why not, y'know? That and I'm pretty confident in my smut skills. Hopefully, I didn't ruin Raynare with her, perhaps, overly pitiful state, or admittedly rushed events.
Next is probably Le Fay or Ingvild or I get off my ass and redo Irina.
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Happy Winter Holidays and here's to a new year! Be well.