725Issei was lying on his bed, struggling to suppress his body's natural response for a soft, curvy body, that was wrapped tightly around his own. And the fact that it had been months since he had experienced the touch of a woman in an effort to maintain his cover wasn't making things any easier. His instincts were begging him to cut loose, to teach the redheaded beauty a lesson she wouldn't forget.
Unfortunately, that wasn't an option. He wasn't even allowed to get an erection because of the slowly closing wound on his stomach. Not because it was a difficult wound. On the contrary, it was trivial, at a point that he needed to actually concentrate to prevent it from healing instantly. But unfortunately, the body of the student Issei wouldn't have reacted like that, leaving him to battle with his own instincts.
And it was thoroughly uncomfortable. But at least, it was well worth the reward, keeping his new 'king' unaware. His new king, who was currently in his bed without a stitch of clothing, her body pressing against his as she tried to fill his body with her unholy energies in an attempt to bypass months of slow work, a process that would have risked catastrophic side effects on a regular newly minted devil.
Issei was far from regular, of course, but it was the thought that counted. From her perspective, she was risking his life once more just to speed up his progress. There was no way that he was going to let it slide without making her pay. The fact that he wasn't under any real danger thanks to a similar -but much more effective- treatment from his dragonic partner was immaterial. All it mattered that in her mind, she was risking to transform him into a monster just to get away from a wedding arrangement. Issei had done a lot more for lesser offenses.
Still, it was ironic that the ritual she was using gave him an excellent opportunity to punish her. For the quickened maturity ritual, there were three requirements. Uninterrupted, skin-to-skin physical contact between parties was the first, to the point that even frilly underwear like Rias seemed to prefer would reduce the chances of success. Secondly, the energies needed to be pure, meaning no active spells on either party, not even a rope spell to keep his hands tied. And three, it required absolute emotional stability in the part of the recipient, hence the reason to do it in his sleep.
Issei buried his head on her breasts in an attempt to hide his smirk, and enjoying the beautiful expanse of her bosom as a spectacular side benefit. She stiffened at the unasked physical contact, but otherwise hadn't reacted, her options neatly blocked by the requirements of her ritual. She wasn't allowed to pull back, and she wasn't allowed to cast a spell to paralyze him. Even trying to push his head away was not an option, as in her mind, it risked waking him up, and she couldn't expect an antisocial pervert not to react hysterically if he found himself in the bed with a sexy redhead. All accounted for one important fact. He had unrestricted access to her body for the next few hours.
And he was going to abuse the opportunity to the limit.
First few minutes passed without action, with his head buried between her breasts, his breath tickling the soft skin of her breasts. Technically, he could have just let his shaft to jump into life and shoved it inside her, but it was pathetically uninspired. There would be no sense of accomplishment if he took her virginity that cheaply. No, he was going to conquer this arrogant beauty who thought she could dominate him, a Dragon. He was going to painstakingly teach her until she understood the real balance of power between them. And as a part of it, he wanted her begging before he took her virginity, the perfect way to underline his domination.
It took almost twenty minutes for his wound to close, leaving only an ugly red welt behind, marking the point where he would start for real. First, he shifted around like he was trying to find a more comfortable spot, throwing one of his arms on her waist on the process, the other still around her breast, squeezing occasionally in a movement that might be mistaken for sleep-twitching. Rias shuffled a bit, but otherwise didn't react. It seemed that the last few minutes where he spent buried in her breasts had desensitized her against small moves like those.
Finally, it was time to stop suppressing his most obvious reaction. With his control loosened, his shaft started to grow. He cracked his eyelid slightly, enough to catch a blurred sight of her face, not wanting to miss that momentous occasion. His shaft continued growing. Soon, it was pressing against her stomach. For a moment, confusion dominated her face, but then, she realized the exact nature of the object that was pressing against her body. Her mouth fell open in shock, looking adorable enough to tempt Issei to catch a kiss. But he held back, Like her virginity, he wanted her first kiss to be surrendered willingly, or at least, taken forcefully in a situation that left no doubt about the power difference between them. Stealing it like a thief had no appeal for him.
And it wasn't like he didn't have other things to be amused. His shaft continued to grow, and with it, her expression of shock. He licked his lips as a delicious panic spread on Rias' face while she comprehended the size of the appendage that was currently pressing against her body. He used the opportunity to sink his fingers deeper into her chest, trusting her to miss its significance in her distracted state.
Just as he expected, she did miss it, in a way that managed to surprise him even. One of her hands squeezed through the small gap between their bodies, her fingers tracing his shaft from bottom to top, a disbelieving expression on her face, somehow cute and sexy at the same time. And, much to his surprise, she hadn't pulled her hand back after the first round, choosing the reverse its journey instead.
Rias continued to repeat the motion, her shock draining with each repeat, replaced with a lusty curiosity. From her hesitancy, he was sure that it was the first time she was seeing a real one. Once again, he didn't do anything else for a few minutes, letting Rias to get used to the changes in the situation. Then, his hand sneaked to her back, his fingers tracing her spine, copying the movement of her fingers.
A small yelp of panic escaped her mouth as she noticed the movement along her spine, her own finger stalling in shock. He stopped as well, trying to give the impression that his movement was just an unconscious attempt to copy hers. She came to the same conclusion a moment later, testing it by sliding her finger just a bit, which Issei copied.
"I shouldn't," she murmured in an attempt to convince herself, however reluctantly. She even managed to follow her own recommendation for a full minute. Without the necessity to keep their bodies connected, she might even succeed in her task. But soon, her curiosity proved stronger than her determination, and her finger was back on Issei's shaft, dancing across its length. He didn't lose any time before replicating her rhythm on her spine, caressing her skin in a slow but steady manner.
On the third pass, he decided to spice things up a little, and increased the pressure on her spine, unexpected pressure making her arc her back attractively, which enhanced her generous chest deliciously. He would have liked to use his teeth to pin her flailing breasts in place, but that would have ruined the scheme he put in place.
But, the temptation wasn't going to be denied completely. When Rias smashed her chest against his in a hurry, trying to maximize the contact once more, he used the opportunity to slide his finger further until his fingertip was resting at the beginning of her bottom. She failed to notice, her attention occupied by creating a mental copy of a particular appendage pressing against her stomach. Slowly, an attractive mixture of mischievous curiosity dominated her face, and the dance of her fingers quickened.
For Issei, keeping back a laugh was a real challenge. The situation was comically ironic. There was a redheaded devil in his bed caressing his shaft, completely naked, yet somehow, she was a virgin that lacked even the slightest experience, owing to her overprotective family. And him, the supposed virgin boy that she supposed to taint, was playing her like a fiddle. And to make things even funnier, she was supposed to be his king, his ultimate ruler. Too bad for her, she was going to become his toy in less than a month. A part of him was begging him to start the process right now, turning her to his devoted slave by the dawn, but that was too risky. He didn't think she could act good enough to avoid suspicion, especially from her fellow king, Sona Sitri. From there, it would only take a concerned message to one of the Satans, and all of his efforts would have come down tumbling down.
Issei couldn't help but squeeze her breast hard enough to extract a moan from Rias' lips the moment he remembered Sona, who managed to earn his ire successfully despite their extremely limited contact. The way she talked to him always rubbed him wrong, like he was nothing more than an uppity dog who dared to talk back to royalty. Of course, she was going to get her just desserts. He even knew the best way of penetrating her shell. The same thing she was most proud of.
Chess.
But tonight was not about Sona, Issei decided as he squeezed Rias' breast once more, trying to maximize the sensation he received from the moment. This time, Rias didn't react other than letting out a small moan, meaning she was starting to write-off his molestations as a part of his sleep pattern.
Issei had no qualms with abusing the opportunity created by her faulty assumptions. He started squeezing her breasts repeatedly, altering his pressure and rhythm slightly with each repeat to maximize the pleasure. Meanwhile, his other hand, which was caressing her back, quickened its dance along her spine, awakening a tremble across her body. And even more importantly, the dance of her finger over his shaft quickened, following his rhythm perfectly.
Pushing forward was tempting, but Issei chose to keep the pace. An hour passed in the same pattern, broken only by occasional adjustments of speed, of which Rias always followed a moment later. She was subconsciously following his rhythm, which was a huge win. Normally, the balance between the pawn and king pieces would have enforced otherwise. A detail a more experienced devil would doubtlessly notice. But Rias was just a young woman, deeply distracted by her own desires and guilt, to notice a detail like that. In other words, perfect virgin sacrifice for the Dragon that was named Issei.
But as the hour progressed, so did Issei's desires. He decided to push the envelope even further despite the risks. He allowed his hand, which was meticulously caressing her back for the last hour, to slide lower, cupping her plump ass. His fingers sank into her tight flesh, spry enough to bounce a coin. The sudden change of pace caught Rias in surprise, and a moan, louder than the previous ones, escaped her mouth, echoing on the walls. She tried to pull back, but his other hand was ready to prevent it. It held on her shoulder in a steel grip, preventing her from pulling back.
He loosened the grip a moment later, enough that she could pull back if she wanted, but the delay was enough for her to remember the necessity of connection. As far as she knew, she needed to maintain the physical connection if she wanted to have a strong pawn, no matter what. If it wasn't for his desire to take her virginity only after she begged him desperately, he would have slid inside her, testing whether her resolution of having a strong pawn was enough to offset the loss of her virginity.
With that avenue closed, he needed something else to tease her. Why not jealousy, he decided in a moment of enlightenment. Rias clearly thought herself as the most popular person in the school, an impression that was further reinforced by the abject worship from the student body and her own peerage. And such an impression created a fragile ego, making jealousy the best tool to puncture it, especially in the compromising position they were sharing.
But coming up with the best name to arouse her jealousy was the challenge. The humans were automatically out, as despite her attempts to embrace the human culture, Rias was still a devil and didn't treat humans as worthy of her consideration. For devils, even the best of them, ordinary humans were little more than well-trained pets, cute and impressive, maybe, but definitely not worthy of their jealousy. Rias would never take a human name seriously, which only left the devils in the school as a candidate. For a moment, Issei considered Sona, a fellow king of the same social class. If her new pawn was dreaming her rival, she would doubtlessly be annoyed, he thought…
Then, he got an even better idea. He didn't lose any time before employing it, because he could sense the energy flow between their body slowing down, signifying the closing end to their intimacy. He squeezed her body harder than before, one hand on her breast, the other palming her hips. Her body arched under the sudden rush of feeling, but then, he opened his mouth. "Oh, Akeno," he moaned, and just like that, she froze in his arms.
It took quite a bit for Issei to keep himself from laughing out loud after seeing her expression, contorted with shock. Of course, he continued pushing. He leaned to capture her nipple between his lips, sucking greedily. That managed to pull her out of her frozen state. She pressed her hand on his shoulder and pushed him back. He chose not to resist, but grabbed her nipple between his teeth at the last second, the resulting pull enough to extract a cry of her. "Oh, Akeno-chan, so wild," he murmured, still acting like he was asleep.
Filled with a jealous outrage, Rias had pulled her hand back, leaving his shaft bereft of her attention. But their bodies were still connected together as she tried to maintain the spell to enhance his abilities, unaware that it was a complete waste of time. But the energy flow between them suddenly quickened, which would make the procedure riskier than necessary if it had been actually working, but apparently for her, the sting on her pride was more important than the safety of her pawn, her ticket to freedom. Nice to know, Issei noted. Knowing the lengths she would go for her pride would be useful in his journey to break her.
But as the procedure neared completion, Issei couldn't help but throw one last dig towards her. "Akeno-chan, why do your breasts feel so small. They were supposed to be bigger, and perkier," he added, and was rewarded by a furious gasp, followed by a push that broke the contact between them. Once again, Issei focused not to laugh as Rias jumped out of the bed, gathering her clothes as she mumbled angrily. From the occasional jealous glances he caught, Issei knew that Rias was jealous of Akeno's slightly bigger breasts, but he didn't expect her to react badly enough to terminate the process early.
Only after the naked figure of Rias disappeared in a shower of crimson light, holding her school uniform against her chest, Issei started laughing.
Training his new king was going to be fun…
Issei wasn't surprised when Kiba stepped inside the classroom the moment the last bell of the day rang. After all, as far as Rias knew, Issei was still unaware of the supernatural world, chalking up his encounters to bad dreams. He just nodded as Kiba invited him for a talk in the Occult club, and followed him without saying a word, ignoring the panic it created in the females of the school, loudly verbalizing their fears about him infecting Kiba with his perversion.
Issei didn't pay much attention to them. The other students were nothing more than the background, their only value was to allow him to stay camouflaged. Their opinions worth nothing, especially in a silly topic like that.
Soon, they cut through the gardens and stepped inside the Occult Club, a huge building, especially since it was just a clubhouse. It was smaller than the actual school by a decent margin, but made up the difference by the expensiveness of the decor. Just with a glance, Issei was able to identify many precious relics of Underworld, enough to fetch quite a payoff in the black market. However, Issei was in a place that could derive no benefit from material wealth, so he let them be. And more importantly, if he could complete the first leg of his plan, he was going to access more resources than he could imagine.
Kiba stood in front of a door which was more ornate than the others and knocked, pulling Issei out of his thoughts. The door opened, revealing the second most popular girl of the school, Akeno Himejima on the other side of the door. "Thanks, Kiba-kun," she said. Kiba just nodded before walking away. "Why don't you come in, Issei-kun? We have a lot to talk about."
"What exactly-" Issei started to say before a sudden stop. He felt his eyes widen in shock. The reason, there was a shower in the middle of the room, surrounded by a curtain that was too thin to hide its insides. And more importantly, the shower was occupied by a familiar figure. He wasn't expecting Rias to be that daring.
His genuine shock lasted only for a second, but Issei continued the charade, making a show of stumbling towards the nearest chair, only to miss it, his eyes firmly on the silhouette on the shower curtain while his face twisted into the astonished expression of a perverted virgin.
And holding that expression was hard, especially since all he wanted to do was to laugh mockingly as Rias continued her shower behind the insufficient coverage of the curtain. Or more accurately, she swayed under the hot water in a way that reminded him of a stripper. He smiled victoriously. It was clear it was her way of revenge for the last night, teasing him by something that he couldn't actually reach. He couldn't wait to show her just how mistaken she was in that belief.
But that was no reason to miss the show that was going in front of him. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees, watching Rias' enchanting sway as she was surrounded by a hot cloud of steam, her assets bouncing freely. From the corner of his eye, he could see Akeno watching them with a smile on her lips, but there was a tenseness that she tried to hide. Issei was willing to bet that she wasn't happy with her king debasing herself to impress a pawn. And he was willing to go forward even more, and betting that Rias didn't explain that she was doing that only because he was murmuring Akeno's name in his sleep.
Things were going to go even easier than his plans, he realized, if manipulating his new king was that easy. Just a stab to her vanity, a clouded challenge to her self worth, and she would hurry to counter-attack, doing the exact thing Issei wanted her to do. "Akeno, could you pass the towel, please," Rias said as she turned off the water.
Akeno didn't neglect to send a sultry, if a bit artificial, smile towards Issei as she stepped behind the curtain, her shadow joining Rias'. But instead of passing the towel to Rias, she started drying her, occasional giggles suggesting ticklishness. Issei had to admit, their plan was simple but effective. It was unfortunate that it was based on faulty information. It would have worked splendidly if he was the simpering weakling he presented himself to be.
Then, Rias stepped out of the cover, wearing nothing other than a thin towel, clinging to her body excellently with its slight dampness. But more importantly, on her back, there were a pair of bat wings, proudly on display. "Issei-kun, we need to talk," she said, a sly smile adorning her face…
Author notes: Issei starts working on his new King. The first step on her harsh, debasing, but ultimately very enjoyable lesson.
Also, don't forget to check my original writings in P/atreon/dirk_grey