"I am both disgusted and incredibly intrigued as to just what Issei is going to get himself into... oh dear." - Zeak106.
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Chapter 4: Plucking the Crows
"U-Um…excuse me?" A meek voice said to Issei as he crossed the bridge leading home.
"Huh?"
He turned around to face the girl addressing him, an attractive young woman around his age. She possessed dark hair, but not like Akeno Himejima, one of the great beauties of his school, this girl had a more grey-ish sheen to it, but still, she was no less beautiful. Indeed, her curves and flawless skin were like that of a model. Her uniform was not like that of Kuoh Academy, so Issei had to assume she was from another school somewhere in town.
The girl blushed, fiddling with her hands in a fit of nervousness. "Y-You're, Issei Hyoudou…right?"
Issei looked at her curiously. "Uh, yeah, that's me."
The girl bowed politely. "My name is Y-Yuuma. Yuuma Amano." Once upright again, the newly named 'Yuuma' twiddled with her fingers. "So, um, I know this may come of as, well, really weird, b-but for a while I've been watching you walk across this bridge, a-and I've been building up the courage to talk to you."
That shocked Issei a bit; a girl wanting to talk to him? Crazy stuff.
"Really?"
"Y-Yeah. It's just…I think you're really c-cute, and I've heard you're a really kind person. So, that's why…" It was clear that whatever Yuuma wanted to ask was difficult to vocalize. "C-Can you please be my boyfriend?!"
WHAT?! Issei was completely beside himself! This girl, from out of nowhere, wanted to be his girlfriend?!
"U-Um, sure! We can go on a date tomorrow if you'd like!"
Yuuma's expression brightened considerably. "Y-You mean it?!"
"Yeah!"
"A-Alright!" Yuuma agreed, running past Issei in her excitement. "I-I'll see you then, Issei!"
Before her departure, there was a sudden draft, blowing her skirt upward and granting Issei with a generous sight of what laid underneath.
W-Whoa! A black thong!? Man, this is great! Issei whooped with excitement, cheering as he ran down the stars by the bridge, almost tripping himself over in the prosses.
…
"So, let me get this straight," M.A. began after swallowing an entire watermelon whole. "A girl, one you have never seen before, just suddenly comes up to you and wants to be your girlfriend?"
"Yep."
"And this happened without using the Book of Wonders?"
"Uh-huh."
"…Alright, look. Issei, I'm not saying you can't get a girlfriend without supernatural intervention, but don't you think this all seems a little…suspicious?"
Issei paused, taking a moment to actually think about the, admittedly, too good to be true situation.
"…This whole thing doses feel a little farfetched." The young man admitted. Sighing, he pulled out the book.
It wouldn't hurt to take a few precautions.
…
The date overall was pretty nice.
Issei met Yuuma at the local Ice-cream parlor, where they took their seats and ordered: vanilla and chocolate sundae for Yuuma, and a mint chip cone for himself. Later on, they went to the arcade (Daytonaaaaa), and afterwards bowling (Yuuma pwned those lanes).
Throughout the date Issei couldn't help feeling an…odd vibe from Yuuma, even though she seemed to be having a great time, like she was glaring daggers at him when his back was turned, but those uneasy feelings gradually declined over the course of their time together.
The date came to an end at a romantic setting, by the water fountain in the local park as the sun slowly descended into the horizon.
"Hey, Issei."
"Yeah?"
"I was wondering if you could do me a favor. Is that okay?"
"Uh, sure." Issei said without much thinking.
Yuuma leaned up, smiling as she brought her lips close to his ear and whispered…
"Will you die for me?"
Issei blinked. "Uh, come again?"
Yuuma's smile turned sinister. "I said…will you die for me~?"
Taking a few steps back Yuuma let out a menacing laugh. Then giant, black wings sprouted from her back. Large, black, feathery wings. Her clothes seemed to vanish, being replaced by something straight out of an S&M film. A strap that hardly covered her nipples and a black thong, gloves on her arms, one of them had a small chain attached, and shoulder pads.
Issei could only say one thing. "Huh…so are you into S&M?"
Yuuma ignored his question. "Our date is over, Issei." She outstretched her arm, a bright red light appearing in the palm of her hand. "Everything was leading up to this point, you dying by my hand at sunset."
Issei's eyes widened, but not out fear, but out of realization. "Oh! 'Yuuma'." He gave a light chuckle. "That's pretty good."
The black-winged woman narrowed her eyes. "You seem surprisingly calm about this."
The brown-haired teen shrugged. "Hey, if a chick in BDSM gear with wings says I'm gonna die, then what am I gonna do about it? I'm just some kid."
"I see…" Yuuma said with a hint of grudging respect in her voice. "Most men would be begging for mercy. I admire that kind of bravery." With a red spear made of pure light, Yuuma stepped towards the boy. "I'm sorry, Issei, but you were a threat to us, so we decided to get rid of you early. If you want to hold a grudge, then blame the God who put the Sacred Gear inside you. Farewell."
And then Yuuma ran the spear through his chest.
Just when she was about to take off into the sky, Yuuma heard a chuckle. Then full-on laughter.
Eyes wide, Yuuma spun back around and saw Issei was completely unharmed. The spear had completely vanished from his chest, leaving no evidence that it was there.
"Wow!" Issei marveled, looking down at himself. "So that's how King Crimson works!"
"What the hell?! You should be dead!" Yuuma swiftly conjured up another spear.
But before she even had a chance to throw, her entire arm was encased in ice. Then it shattered.
Yuuma let out a bloodcurdling scream, falling to her knees. She stared in horror at the scattered fragments of ice, solid blood and chilled flesh that was once her right arm.
"Foolish girl."
Yuuma looked up at the sky and saw a woman with long blue hair. Her attire was a dark blue button-down shirt that showed off her generous cleavage and black, formfitting pants with high heels. Around her neck was a white choker with a black cross.
Esdeath loomed over the severely injured woman, her wrists and ankles adorned large shards of ice, allowing her to levitate. "Though, I suppose it's not your fault. After all, what is one to do when face to face with a God?" She floated down to the ground, the ice shattering the moment her feet touched the cobbled surface.
"Technically I'm just a guy with a God-tier book, but I appreciate that you think so highly of me." Giving Esdeath a nice pat on the butt for doing her part, Issei then approached the fallen Yuuma. "So, what's your real name, anyway?"
"R-Raynare…" the now dubbed Raynare said quietly, fearfully.
"Pretty name," Issei mused. "Now, Raynare, what's gonna happen next is that we're gonna go back to my place and long chat about why exactly you tried to kill me. But first," he reached for something inside of his coat, "Let's get you fixed up."
A quick scribble later and Raynare was looking down at a new arm with absolute shock. "H-How did…?"
"See this book? I wrote down you had a new arm. Anything I put in these pages comes true, so don't try and escape, or else I'm gonna have to paralyze you." Issei's eyes narrowed. "Are we clear?"
Gulping, Raynare nodded.
…
"So, to nail down the key points," Issei said as he paced up and down the living room, "Azazel, the very same Azazel from the bible ordered you to observe potential Sacred Gear users. A thing that I have apparently, and it's also a…potential Longinus? Okay. But then you thought killing me would impress him or something?"
M.A. facepalmed. God, this girl was an idiot.
"And you planned to do this inside Rias Gremory's and Sona Shito – I mean Sitri's territory, who are also the younger siblings of two of the strongest Devils ever?" He was still trying to wrap his head around the fact that Devils and Angels have always been a thing!
Like, Jesus Christ! …Literally!
Issei stopped and stood in front of Raynare, who was sitting on the couch and shaking like a leaf in the wind. He would be too if he had Esdeath standing behind him with her rapier at his throat.
"I assume you didn't come here alone?"
"Y-Yes, there are three others I've convinced to assist me." Raynare revealed, trying to keep her voice steady while accidently her throat touched the edge of Esdeath's blade. "Dohnaseek, Mittelt and Kalawarner. We're using the old church in town as our base."
Issei took a long look into the Fallen Angels eyes.
"You can stop now, Es."
Esdeath nodded and stepped away. Raynare let out a breath.
"S-So…what happens now?"
"Well, you're not gonna die, so relax." Raynare slumped back, relived.
Issei smirked. "However…"
Raynare tensed up.
…
"Ugh, ugh, oh, UGH!"
Raynare was put in a mating press as Issei drove hard into her pussy, her vaginal walls squeezing exquisitely around his long, thick cock.
Sure, she tried to kill him, but that thong-clad ass was to die for!
Raynare moaned and squealed as Issei had his way with her body. Long slender fingers softly ran through her raven locks, her head being supported by the bare pale thighs of Esdeath, the former general cooing as she saw the tears of unbearable ecstasy welling up in her squeezed-shut eyes.
"Oh, is this too much for you~?" Esdeath teased, cupping Raynare's face in her hands. "Is that cock in your hot cunt overwhelming your entire being? I hope it is."
Her thumbs hooked into the Fallen's panting mouth and pulled at the inside of her cheeks with aggressive force. "Maybe now you'll learn not to fuck with a God." With that said, the blue-haired woman leaned down and spat into the little crow's mouth.
And Raynare loved it. She was loving the way they mistreated her, like she was nothing but a set of holes to fuck. It was a part of her she loathed, and yet her body sang with pure euphoria. Not long after, she came, her toes curling in the air as her legs draped over Issei's shoulders.
Hearing Esdeath talk down on Raynare was working to bring him closer to the edge – even closer now that the raven-haired woman came, her walls gripping his cock like a lifeline. Issei was huffing and puffing, trying to hold back the torrent that was surging in his swaying balls. He knew his end was inevitable, but he wanted to hold off for at least another few seconds. This pussy was just so good…
But Esdeath wouldn't have that. "Cum Issei," she purred, biting her lip. She reached for one of Raynare's bouncing tits and pinched her nipple, making her squeal and squeez Issei's cock harder. "Cum inside this fucking whore!"
That was it for Issei. Steeling his hips against her ass, his cock fully embedded in her pussy and twitching like crazy, the young man announced his release with a powerful grunt. Raynare screamed when she felt his discharge coat her walls white, his cock swelling inside of her as his seed pumped load after load into her vulnerable womb!
Issei lay atop her, his breath slightly faster than normal but recovering quickly. Before he could collapse atop her, Esdeath cupped his face in her hands and pulled him up to kiss him gently until clarity returned to his eyes.
"That was beautiful, Issei." She told him, smiling softly.
"Hehe…thanks…" He panted with a small chuckle. Pulling out, they heard Raynare moan with displeasure. "What, that wasn't enough?" he teased.
"Nooo," Raynare whined childishly, "I want more!"
"An unruly thing, isn't she?" Esdeath mused.
Issei smirked. "I seem to recall you acting similarly."
The former general looked off to the side, blushing. "Y-Yes, well… Look, just fuck her ass."
"Right-o." Flipping her over, Issei didn't waist any time. He slammed his cock into Raynare's ass, hand wrapping itself up in her messy raven locks as he got right to hammering her asshole raw. His pumps were reckless and savage, driven by the need to show this bitch that tried to kill him who's the real master. "You've got a long way to go before I can forgive you, but this a hell of a start!"
"Y-Yes Issei," Raynare whimpered, nodding in quick acceptance and obedience. "Keep punishing me, I deserve it."
For the next few minutes it was like this: Issei pinning Raynare to the bed as he fucked her asshole hard and fast with Esdeath on the side masturbating to the wonderful sight, the sheer bliss on the Fallen Angel's face absolutely exquisite. It was better than torturing people, honestly.
"I love your cock," Raynare moaned, pressing her hips back against Issei, trying her best to meet his attention as he took her from behind, fucking her ass as hard as he could. She was too far gone now, the lust completely overwhelming her tight body, forcing her to surrender to the power of Issei's stuffing of her thicc ass.
Soon after, Issei came inside her again, pumping her asshole full of hot, gooey spunk. Raynare came with him, thrashing and whimpering as she took the load deep into her bowls, as her body throbbed with something so sweetly delirious and chaotic that she didn't know how to handle herself, but she knew she needed to give in to it all, to lose herself to want, to desperation, to desire. She couldn't think straight as this pleasure took hold of her, as she gave up everything to the pleasure and allowed herself to burn, to thrash and ache and ultimately lose herself to all of it.
Issei took a deep breath and pulled out. "Man, that was good," he said, leaning back and taking a look at his work: both of Raynare's holes stretched and leaking his cum. The sight made him smile.
Now, to deal the rest of her friends…
…
"Ugh, when is she coming back?! I mean, how long does something this simple actually take?!"
"As long as it takes, Mittelt. You know how she likes to be."
"Honestly! You know, if she wasn't stronger than me, I would've slapped the shit out of her by now!"
"That makes two of us." Kalawarner sat at the front pew, her long legs crossed as she watched Mittelt's childish fit with bored eyes. God, she needed a drink.
"U-Um, I don't mean to be rude, but can I put my gown back on, please? It's a little cold in here…" A soft, meek voice spoke up.
Kalawarner looked to the girl sitting next to her. Asia Argento was something truly special, she concluded. Long golden tresses, that went wonderfully with her glittering emerald orbs, fell down to layer over a pale white vestment. It was a deceptively pure garment, soft and clean but thin and outlining the curves of the blonde girl's breast.
The Fallen Angel gave the girl an assuring smile. "I know, Asia, but this is essential if the ritual is to work properly." Said ritual was extracting the Twilight Healing Sacred Gear, something that would no doubt kill the little blonde. Of course, that's not what they told her. Kalawarner just fed the girl a sweet little lie about how the ritual would help improve her ability to heal the sick. It was a lot better than having her kicking and screaming when they would eventually tie her up to the crucifix down in the catacombs of the church.
"But, if you're cold, then come here," Kalawarner reached for the ex-nun, who didn't protest to being brought into a nice warm hug.
"Does that feel better?" she murmured, not even being subtle with the way her hands were exploring the young girl's petite body.
Not that Asia could tell, simply letting an innocent smile curve her mouth. "Yes, thank you…" she said, trailing off Kalawarner gently placed her head into her bosom.
Kalawarner brushed the golden locks of hair out of the way to get a peek at the girl's rear end, biting her lip as she saw how the fin fabric of her garment had ridden up her crack, perfectly outlining the curvature of Asia's little bubble butt.
It was then the leggy Fallen felt a pang of regret. She really should have taken the chance to seduce the girl while she was changing, if only to know how tight that ass would feel around her fingers.
Ah well. Such is life, she supposed.
…
Issei walked up the pathway at a casual pace, book in hand as he made his way up the hill to the abandoned church. He looked down at his bloodstained shirt with a frown. Along the way he had an encounter with some crazy priest that had like a wired, lightsaber-thing as a weapon. The guy came at him from out of nowhere, but unfortunately for him that was about all he got in, in terms of offence. With one punch through his stomach thanks to King Crimson, the crazy priest was left dead on the forest floor.
Anyway, Issei finally made it to the top, but came to a stop upon seeing a man wearing a trench coat and fedora standing in his way.
Issei smiled without a care in the world as he pulled one hand out of his pocket and raised it up, giving a short wave.
"S'up."
Dohnaseek formed a light spear in his grip, his eyes narrowed.
"Issei Hyoudou, I presume?"
"That'd be me, yes."
"Humph. I don't know why you've come here, but I suppose this means Raynare had failed?"
The smile grows a little bit more as Issei bobs his head up and down.
"Yep."
"I see. Then I'm afraid-
He didn't even get a chance to finish before Issei was upon him. A large red fist sprouted from seemingly nowhere and grabbed Dohnaseek by the back of his head, slamming him down into the dirt hard enough to embed him in it. His cries were muffled by the dirt as he squirmed about in an attempt to break free.
Then, in one violent motion, the young man commanded to Stand to bring him up and then slam his head back into the dirt again. Then again. Then again. Then again. Then again. Then again…and then he stopped. Issei called King Crimson back, leaving Dohnaseek's corpse to lie there, embedded in the cold ground.
His grisly task done, Issei straightened up and continued his way to the church, but not before writing down in his book that everyone inside would obey him without question.
…
When the church doors opened, Kalawarner expected Dohnaseek, or even Raynare. But no, it was neither of them. Instead, at the entrance of the Church was a young man with thick brown hair.
Surprised, Mittelt stepped forward, light spear in hand. "Who the hell are you?!"
The young man sighed. "Relax. I'm on your side, remember?"
Kalawarner and Mittelt looked at each other incredulously. How the hell did they forget that?!
Mittelt sighed, her light spear dispersing, "Sorry – just been on edge, y'know?"
"I get it. Mittelt, right?" She nodded, "Cool, so the one at the pew is Kalawarner? Wait who's that next to her?" Issei asked pointing to the little blond next to her.
The girl got up from the pew and bowed in greeting, smiling brightly. "I'm Asia Argento, sir. It's nice to meet you!"
Just from looking, Issei could feel the naïve innocence coming off of her in waves. "Likewise, Asia. Say, could you cover your ears and sing a song for a few minutes?"
"Oh, of course!" Doing as instructed, Asia happily covered her ears and sung something in Italian.
Satisfied she couldn't hear him, Issei approached to two Fallen. "Is there anyone else here in the church."
"Just the exorcists in the catacombs." Kalawarner helpfully replied.
"But they're nothing special; Raynare just brought them along for cannon fodder." Mittelt added next.
The young man nodded thoughtfully "So…you two wouldn't have any problems killing them?"
Kalawarner shook her head. "Not at all."
"Okay then, go kill them."
The two nodded and headed down to the catacombs.
While he waited, Issei looked back over to Asia...
A perverse smile etched onto his face.
…
It was a good twenty minutes before Kalawarner and Mittelt emerged from the lower level, specks of blood covering their clothes, the leggy Fallen in particular had a majority of the life fluid sprayed across her cleavage.
It was then the two heard the sounds of flesh smacking.
What they were greeted with upon returning was Issei bouncing Asia in his lap, his cock moving like a piston in and out of the blonde's tight, clenching cunt.
But what shocked them the most was that Asia seemed to have no idea what was going on, hands still covering her ears and happily singing.
After a quick scribble in the book, Asia now perceived any sexual acts Issei does to her and anyone else as completely normal behavior. He rather enjoyed the ex-nun's pure innocence, but he didn't want it to be corrupted and for her to just become like the rest of his girls. No, Issei wanted Asia Argento to stay just way she is: a pure, innocent maiden.
The Fallen Angels just stood there, stunned as Issei's drove his shaft into her pussy over and over and over before finally hilting himself all the way inside, his body twitching as cum slowly seeped out of Asia's hot cunt. He pulled out and gave her little bubble butt a slap, the ex-nun still completely oblivious the happenings around her.
"Now, here's what's going to happen," Issei said as he gently moved Asia over to the side, "this place is no longer safe; I think the Devils in charge of the area know we're here. But luckily, I know a place we can lay low. Raynare's there too so don't worry. Get your things and will all move out."
Kalawarner and Mittelt completely forgot about their shock, nodding as they prepared to leave.
…
"Hey Asia, would you mind cleaning up Kala's ass of my cum with your mouth?" Issei asked politely as he reamed Mittelt ass in a full nelson position. The loli Fallen didn't even have the energy to moan out her enjoyment anymore and just gazed down, watching with glazed eyes her own sodomisation.
"Oh, not at all!"
Coming back home, Issei didn't waste any time. After making an improvement on the size of his bedroom, the young man soon got to work breaking in his newest conquests, and with the addition of a new bed four times the size that of a king-sized mattress, he had more than enough room to do so.
Asia, naked as a jaybird, called over to the exhausted, sweat drenched form of Kalawarner, head in the pillows with her ass in the air, her holes heavy with cum and gaping.
The blonde nun spread her fat ass open and dipped her head forward. Kalawarner let out a whine as a tongue dragged up the cleft of her ass. Asia happily licked away at her asshole, cleaning it of all the cum. To her, this debased act was as normal as breathing, the book removing any sort of sense or realization that anything is amiss here.
Once the cum on and around the sphincter was all licked up, Asia inserted three fingers inside Kalawarner's asshole, the Fallen gasping and tensing up when her digits plunged into her abused hole to scoop out the cum inside. Asia pulls out and licks the cum off her fingers and then plunges them back inside for more cum.
The ex-nun happily repeats this a few more times until she's satisfied. She had cleaned out Kalawarner's asshole as much as she could.
"There we go! I'm not sure if that's all of it, but I did the best I could!"
Esdeath hummed, smiling. "Let's take a look." She got off of Raynare's cum drenched face and crawled over to them. She grabbed her cheeks and spread them, taking a nice long look at Kalawarner's pretty pink gape, stretching the ring up, down, left and right before hooking two fingers inside and stretching it open to look directly inside for any cum left over. The leggy Fallen whined and whimpered all the while.
"Hmm, yes this looks adequate. You just forgot the finishing touch." Pursing her lips, she spat right into the hole.
Asia nodded, "So, like this?" she leaned forward and spat into Kalawarner's asshole too.
Esdeath smiled at Asia with a slightly mocking expression. It's just as Issei said: she has no idea what she's really doing.
"Yes…just like that."
Asia beamed.
AN: Happy new year everybody!