"Just Lovely"

Synopsis: Issei and Ravel were on a business trip, set in the future. In their hotel, alone, Ravel decided to cook with a special fruit for an ingredient.

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Rated: "MA"
(...if you've forgotten.)


The kitchen was quiet, except for the various chef-tinkering from a certain young devil when Issei walked into the room. The aroma of the mixture of assorted base elements whiffed into his nose. It was rather familiar since it's creation led to the creation one of his favorite foods, if not his favorite food.

"—What's the occasion this time, Ravel?"

Startled, the girl jumped to turn back, abruptly. "I-Issei-sama?" inquired the blond purebred devil, quietly. She saw him simply leaning in the door frame, before he made his way towards her.

Issei smiled, almost sheepishly, "You weren't in bed, so I kinda guessed you'd be here?" His hand reached behind his head, scratching—an action that without a doubt was familiar to anyone who would call him a friend or family.

He actually thought she was showering, but that didn't need to be said...

"A-Ah, I just..." She looked down to her mixture, back up to him and his eyes, before shyly looking away suddenly from his shirtless body. "I just wanted to s—c-cook breakfast..." She refused her bodily urges to look at him in his half-naked glory because he was... Fiiiine.

"Ravel."

"Y-Yes!"

He approached her, only to watch as she backed away. Nonetheless, he continued, even as the girl's back reached the counter behind her.

Ravel had no idea what had come over her as her body drew back, almost fearfully. It reached a point where her eyes shut, thus missing the shadow of Issei's hand reaching over her head.

"Thanks for everything, Ravel."

At those words, her head shot upwards to look at his grateful expression, and the wide smile that didn't doubt her previous words, despite the obvious slip of tongue. Only for a hand to further the treatment by ruffling her hair; the cuteness that radiated from the girl stimulated Issei's content smile to widen as she nuzzled slightly against the hand.

"I don't deserve your thanks, Issei-sama. You've done so much for me—a-and the world." However, despite her words, even Issei knew that she didn't dislike the notion of him doing so; she wasn't even being a tsundere... well, not that he knew of anyway. His smile grew at the sentiment as did the blush atop her face.

He turned to the mix and shot a thumb towards it, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

Ravel's mouth opened to refute, only to close.

...She's never had Issei help her cook. Not that she minded, of course. She has always seen herself cooking for her lover and… Her blush darken to reach a harsh hued. However, "playing" while cooking? Or "distracted" while cooking? Or... That opened up something new—something not so innocent. And while her relationship with her [King], fiancee and hero hasn't quite reach that far yet (or any of her rival's relations, to her knowledge), it would certainly open up many "chances" in the future.

And side-by-side to her husband-to-be, cooking? A prominent thought occurred to her that struck among the many: 'we might as well as be married.' Then again, she was planning a breakfast in bed... although, it was supposed to be innocent.

"—Y-Yes, of course! You can start by..." and from there on, they, the totally not-married couple, began their sweet breakfast.


...
"Fuuah..." The air left her as her feet left the ground. The most tasteful flavor of Issei's lips against her unworthy own was simply better than any foods she has made—incomparable in every way.

It all happened because she pulled out a crate of special berries.

Issei was curious about it as the shape of it was unlike anything he's seen. It didn't help that he was actively sniffing the air like a dog or like the dragon that he is. It was a berry for anyone but affected dragons the most, as the former Dragon-King told her, would feel it's effect exponentially so. He had also explained further that it was meant to cause pleasure, among other things, and should be diluted in small portions for recipes for a certain Sekiryuutei so it would simply make the food taste better.

However, before she could explain to him, he took a bite. Not even Tannin, who gratefully shared it, knew the complete affect it would have on Issei, as he was only half-dragon and originally human then half-devil. ...But with a body created from a scale from Great Red formed with the powers of Ophis, whether it lowered or heightened the effects, no one knew... well, until now.

"—I-Issei-sa—Huuah!" A rough hand suddenly groped at her bottom, holding her up as the twin massaged and caressed her back, where it would find the hem of her shirt, sooner or later. 'But unholy... Fros~!' The chills it sent up her spine was so unlike anything she has felt before—euphoric—she couldn't fight the shutters. At the same moment, a hot and heavy breath brushed against the skin of neck. Another involuntary shutter wrecked havoc in her body, as a noise left her quivering lips that she tried so hard to close. It spilled embarrassment into her demeanor. The girl didn't want to make a noise but, in doing so, it seemed to further his ministrations. Whether or not she found of equal trade, she didn't want the answer.

Vivid, willing, and fluttering like a flower, there Ravel was in his arms.

He didn't know what he was doi—he lied, he knew exactly what. Issei, however, didn't seem to care and a gut-feeling told him the soon-to-be woman (if he had any say about it) before him did not either. Moreover, she was reciprocating right along. Her hands fumbled along his built chest, groping suddenly every time he bit or fubbled along a "soft spot."

He, by the waist with his muscled arm, drew her petite body; his other hand still relishing at the plump mount on her lower backside. Ravel whimpered, cherry-red, looking up, gasping further. Unconsciously, her left leg curled around Issei's lower body. She began losing even more control over her devilish body as her back arched and her hands interlocked behind Issei's neck, lest she lose the desired closeness, warmth and fall upon the countertop.

A sudden gasp resounded as the devils' lips parted, only to lessen the divide between them with as much pressure as possible once more. The warmth from the pressure alone caused pleasure, as their bodies began growing used to and began to enjoy the feeling further.

"Mhhph!" A stifled moan of surprised reverberated as a tongue wet Ravel's lips. The abruptness of the tongue—of everything essentially—combined with the fact that it was her first time of such pleasures, it wasn't a surprised her mouth opened, no matter much she wanted to hide her mewls and cries.

The tongue invaded between her lips as the owner leaned forward, intensifying the kiss. The hand under her top left, and slid itself to Ravel's cheek and jaw, tilting her head upward and slightly left. Their eyes met. One was burning with barely restrained passion, the other consenting and inexplicably happy.

The breaths from Issei's nose tickled Ravel as he, as Ravel pleasantly noticed, started to undress her (when the hand had left her face was lost upon her) from her loose and cute but rather suffocating pajamas. The hand at her back finally reached the hem, and pulled the loose top off, causing them to part from their kiss. It also allowed for them to take a breather, as Ravel's hands pulled back from his neck. Once the shirt came off, they stared at one another. The female was still taking in the situation as the male was mystified by his partner's beauty.

Ravel's pale skin glisten in some places where his mouth latched or where a sheen of sweat lathered her body. The budding mounts atop her chest rose and fell, as it promised a gateway into Heaven with it's growth, despite being a Devil. '...She wasn't wearing a bra this whole time?' And despite her age, her breasts were developing quite finely as opposed to her fellow junior, not that he minded.

Reflexively, her hands came up, although slow and memorized as if she would shatter the image before her at the slightest of touches. Once they reached Issei's chest, all the awkwardness left her demeanor as her lips matched Issei's, ravenously, and her hands groped at any muscles that flexed involuntary at her cool hands, despite her fiery linage. The male's arm, which led hands who sent flares of pleasure, sealed her tightly, and her (embarrassingly) lace-covered pelvis burned against the covered erection. Its heat flaring greater than any flame she or any one else she knew could evoke.

And, it felt glorious.

And yet, "W-We can't..." It slipped out her mouth before she could even think it.

Issei froze. Despite all that was against the idea, his instincts, his desires, her desires... he wouldn't go against the words of those he loved.

Even Ravel found the jerk rather sudden. However, the barely processing logical side of her was… somewhat relieved? On one hand, if they continued—Ravel wouldn't admit it but fighting the blush was hard—in their steamy actions, they would, without a doubt, be caught… Wait... They were alone. Her cognitive processes began turning.

On the other, if they did, wouldn't she be able to brag? Oh, how it stroked her "pride" and every other fiber of her being.

She could get one over the main wife, the second, the third (who swore to have his children first! Talk about cocky!) … and most importantly, the Cat. For all she knew, they could've already started!

That, however, was beneath her.

She didn't need a... drug to fend for her.

She wasn't that prideful anymore. She wasn't that stupid anymore. She wasn't that stupidly prideful. She was, however, a [Bishop] to one of the most greatest Devils of all time, and the "Manager" of said Devil and that, was her true Pride.

"I- I'm so sorry, Ra—"

"There's no reason to apologize," Ravel shook her head, slowly, gathering what esteem she could in the situation. "It was due to my inability to properly explain the fruit and predict this situation." His eyes conveyed his thoughts as his mouth opened, only for Ravel to interrupt again, "I will not relent on my words, Issei-sama." Her eyes sparkled in stubbornness—the one thing her family had in common in some shape or form. "I had, despite all intents and purposes, drugged you. The fruit stimulates the draconic, severely, inducing pleasure and arousal, even in small doses such as the minor bite you took due to your mass. Through you, it entered my system, clouding my judgment."

There was no need to explain how... even for how dense he was, she hoped, hiding a little smirk.

Issei stared back, his eyes wondering a bit, before turning away, and slowly lowering her, hinting for her to release him. However, in doing so, his hard-on made contact. He stiffened.

'D-Damn it—'

"Issei-sama." Ravel's legs unfurled themselves, and she stood on her feet, then her toes, leaning forward.

Issei turned back, only for Ravel to kiss him. It was simple and without the fervor of the heated exchange earlier.

"I love you."

Ravel fought looking away, blushing, stuttering—being anything less than what her Master deserved—failing slightly. She was his manager and she would rather exorcise herself than not do her job. Despite her inexperience, she would do everything in order to, at least, make him so he was more "comfortable."

...It did kinda look like it hurt.

Her knees held her body's weight as she crouched down and leaned forward, pulling Issei's last pieces of clothing down alongside her descend.

"R-Ravel..." Hesitatingly, his hands grasped her shoulders. However, he didn't push her, stop her, move her, encourage her. "...I, is this… Ohh..." A moan slipped mid-sentence as his grip tightened slightly.

Ravel didn't let him finish, lest her own fortitude fall.

Immediately, it's being flooded her senses. Its smell overbearing and overwhelming. It was strange; it was unlike anything. For one thing, it aroused her, embarrassingly enough. Nonetheless, her arm raised themselves.

Inexperienced, cold, smooth, her hands rubbed his manhood slowly, learning. Staring at his harden arousal, her expression relayed wonderment, satisfaction and pleasure in being the cause of her loved one's own with a slight smile—a rather innocent expression. Then, she looked up.

"F-Fuck," a wet sensation overcame his senses.

Issei's expression twisted in each jerk and moan, groan or grunt. The outstretched arms flexed, unmoving as he withheld the urge to pull her head forward, which would do something that would pleasure him further. However, he would allow her to move at her own pace. He was more than happy with the current situation.

The taste was strange but bearable. While she grew less tentative at every licks, Ravel's mouth encompassed the swelling tip, encouraged. The grunts and moans Issei rewarded Ravel increased her certainty. Slowly, the sensation began to engulf more of his sturdy length. Unknowingly, her action and smell both became addicting, doing little to hold her back, furthering her resolve, alongside their pleasure.

Her right hand left the searing erection to increase the amount her mouth could intake. Instead, it sought to increase her own pleasure, unconsciously. It fell between her own thighs, but not entering or siding the fabric, but rubbed undeterred. The texture of the lace against her sensitivity went uncounted, allowing for a moan to slip. However, it's arising led to a discovery for the vibration increased his pleasure, which to her was rather cute.

She stared up to him, smiling with her sapphire orbs, as he tried his best to lock eyes. It was almost as cute as it was amusing to watch him try.

When she got: "R-Ravel..." as the tip hit her throat, she knew. She knew she was doing it right. She knew she was ready to further his pleasure. She already knew she loved Issei. His pleasure was just as much as hers. "—G-Guurah!"

It twitched, harshly as his grip stiffened, unconsciously. It filled her mouth in the split second following. However, it slipped from her mouth in a moment of surprise, spraying at her face and upper-body. The foggy liquid burned her with joy, slowly sliding down her body.

Ravel released his penis with one long lick. "Issei-sama, was that good?" If she didn't know better, she would think she was being haughty, drunk on his pleasure ...Her seniors were a good and bad example, after all.

It didn't help that he was semi-flaccid... or semi-hard.

Issei, in turn, said, huffing as he answered, "...Y-Yeah."

Ravel blinked. Of course, a "super" pervert wouldn't go down with just... that. She stroke his girth slowly with one hand, waving her other to clean her body. "You're still wanting more, no?" She smiled as his head shook, as if he couldn't speak.

Before he did, "T-.. This is enough," but she knew it wasn't. He was hesitating for one reason or another.

...She tilted her head, "Are you, sure?" A small frown adorned her.

As usual, his expression was a dead giveaway, as he bit his lip, conflicted where he should look. "Y- Yeah, I'm sure." The twitch of his manhood sure as hell didn't help his case. He was hard in her grip, again.

"Issei-sama, if..." She dropped her facade as her face upheld a bashful expression, covered in a darkening blush, "If I said I didn't mind, could we continue?" She wanted to blame him for her being so... wet, for being so... hot, for being so perfect. She couldn't even focus on him in his entirety anymore. "I feel so hot." But all she wanted was to continue. She knew it was selfish. "Can I be selfish this one time?" However, she knew he wouldn't mind even as her secretary mindset fought a losing battle to convince her otherwise.

She rose and dragged him by his hand to his room, taking advantage of his surprise. If she's learned anything, it's that if she wanted Issei to do something, she had to tell him explicitly. And tell him, she shall.

...
The only reason as to why he was being so hesitant was because she said she wasn't thinking straight. He wasn't one to take advantage of a female, no matter what people labeled him—a super pervert or whatnot. Nevertheless, his cute strategist had convinced him to, somehow, have sex with her. She was thinking... straight enough. So, he fulfilled her desires.

...A finger entered her, slowly, drawing heavy breaths from her flushed face. His thrusts quickened before he said, "I'm going to put in another one." She nodded, mewling, softly. As he pulled out completely, a foreboding feeling held her. "...I love you." ...He hadn't said it back before, being "preoccupied." She couldn't help but smile into the sudden kiss that followed, more than fulfilled, tearing up slightly.

They drew back from the kiss, and that was when she decided to respond, "I lo—Yaah!"

The fingers entered her quickly, but something had brushed against... There it was again! But she could only look down then mewl; that place simulated her all too much. Each time his thumb grazed the sensitive nub, her body recoiled anew. The pit, however, just below her stomach felt... hot—burning even—as she felt something accumulate. "S-.. Something's coming!" Her voice was frantic as she sought out her lover's hair.

Mixing in the pleasures of her lower body, Issei didn't relent in pleasure her further. He suckled on one bud upon her breast as his other hand preoccupied the other harden twin bud.

Soon, the pit flooded, and without warning, a tremor wrecked throughout her. She screamed, convulsing upon his fingers that began it's egress.

Shaken but still wanton, she looked up, meeting those smiling eyes. "Mhh," she moaned slightly before speaking, "I love you, Issei." The said man simply leaned over her, and she, suddenly, became flustered, shying away almost, closing her eyes.

...Only to blink as he kissed her forehead, "You're being so cute." Not moving from his position, he watched her from up close.

Embarrassment, delectation, affection and playfulness filled her as she blushed. She bit her lip... abstaining from voicing the tsundere within her. "I—," she opened her arms to hold him, pulling him down to whisper into his ear, "Y-You can start..."

He nodded, reaching between them. Holding himself, he gently poked against her dew-covered entrance. Pausing in surprise, he watched as Ravel brought her hands to her face, hiding behind them. He only smirked, pushing in the tip up until he reached a stop. At which, Ravel peeked through from her fingers, inclining her head.

He broke through and smiled, gently as Ravel's expression twisted. Her body was growing accustom to his girth. ...Losing my virginity (hymen), doesn't hurt like I thought? All that... "research" was wrong? In wonderment, she rolled her hips, slightly.

She caught Issei's eyes, then he winked, playfully. H-He knew!

Before she could catch herself, the words slipped from her, "You can go right ahead then!" It was too late to take them back as simply he did so. While he take it slow, she wasn't fully accustom to his size, especially as it penetrated than anything ever before.

Catching herself in rolling her hips, she bit her lip, "Y... You can all you want now."

He nodded, taking mental pictures of her embarrassed cute but erotic side! All of a sudden, his demeanor changed, taking Ravel by surprise, "Hauh!" He was going much faster, but it was just slowenough that it didn't hurt and he only seemed to quicken. ...However, it didn't help her embarrassment that she couldn't close her mouth. Her hands left her sides and reached up to both sides of her pill—just as she threw her head back, turned onto her side. One hand pushed the pillow to her mouth, the other held the back her head, hiding herself. "Mmhph!"

Drowning in the pleasure, she heard, "you're too cute!" It caused her flush, partly in joy—the other part didn't need to be said, as she tried to somehow hide.

Something—a hand was caressing body as its twin held her. Drooping from her chest, its ghostly touch sent shivers up and down her body. Sliding more, it skimmed past her wetness, brushing up and down her thighs. Then it left—

"Ahhhn-!" Her wail was cut short by a kiss. Followed by the release of her hold on the pillow and her head as she convulsed.

"—Damn it, Ravel!" He thrusted harshly into her cute lips. The said girl could only moan onto his fingers.

Her legs tightened harshly once more around his, much like her sacred place around his. A splash of wetness did little to cool him as he continued undeterred. She neither minded or disagreed, damping the sudden cry that overcame her. She had become more intoned with her cresting peak.

"Ki...K-Kiss, please," She had so wholly asked after a few moments of hiding her eyes behind her fingers, in timid disbelief still.

Withdrawing his fingers, he leaned down, one hand holding his body, and the other held her breast, as he kissed her. Then, kissing deeply, her hands reached behind him and held his shoulders. Her grip tightened every time he hit a certain spot he swore he would never forget.

He left her mouth for her neck, the side of which was unmarked. Thrusting as he was, she could only moan. And without having any incentive to not hold her head still, she threw her head back, inadvertently giving Issei more space to latch onto. Her grip tightened on the thick shoulders, as she cried for more, starting reservedly. "More... More, more. M— More!"

Her lover didn't hesitate. He rose from her neck, pulling her with him.

Somehow, she realized as she muffled herself with his shoulder, he reached deeper still. "—T-This is," he pulled out, "the," only to thrust harder than ever before, "best!" Ravel could only scream out as her body straightened and stiffened. Searing fluid filled her and she could only spasm slightly.

He lowered them. He landed with one arm around Ravel and his other propping his head. Contend for now, he gazed at her, lovingly. Between his arm and the bed, Ravel laid, arms folded upwards together against her heaving chest.

"Huuah... hah, hah..."

"...Hey, Ravel," in front of him, the said woman blinked away her high, looking up to him, "I—"

The smile that she rewarded him sent him heaven, ironically, inducing his pause. After of which, she scooted closer to him until her hands pressed against his chest, before she leaned forward, kissing his chin, "I love you." Before she pressed him down, and straddled him.

[Kukukuku!]


Aesix: I'm a goof; I forgot "MA" was a rating.
...Been a while? Actually, it's been a little longer than a year since I last updated this... I mean, I'm no one famous so you don't care. —*insert rant*

Err, I did try to make this one more… seriously? Sensational? Uh, sexual? It took a few tries, but I hope it worked. I'm kinda rusty on everything, like, uh, the plot (plot-plot; cuz you are just reading, right?), characters' egos, my writing style (god, help me) and stuffs, sadly. And yes, I cut off, why? Why not?

And, surprisingly, Issei wasn't a virgin here (*insert witty comment*). Like, even I wasn't expecting it (cuz I'm a friggin' twit)!

OCness? I'd think so. I forgot I was reading for Ravel over Rosewiesse—derp. ...I decided to keep it because it was as cute as hell (whatever that means). As for the rest... well, I guess, it came out.

Next: Rosewiesse! Or Raynare, surprisingly (oh wow, them R's)...Be ready for feels (again)? I think I'll go with the former. I'm kinda scared if I do the latter... especially with my history with her. ...Oh! What about Le Fay? That couple is almost... non-existent, it's almost sad since she's pretty cute... Unless, people like Vali x Fay? Or is it Wukong x Fay? idek, I'm just spouting "stuffs"

"Have a Nice Day!"

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