Disclaimer: I do not speak Japanese, possess a Sacred Gear, own Highschool DxD, nor make profit from any fan-written work based upon or derived from it.


"Speech"

'Thoughts'

"Incantation"

('Albion, mental')

(Albion Speaking)

Silent, implied message.


A companion fic to my main story, Holy Inferno Dragon. As such, only the nine women I've explicitly listed as Issei's harem are married to him.


Future Taking Flight: Pillow Talk

In a darkened hallway, four small figures silently darted back and forth, taking cover behind furniture and doorways to remain unseen.

They were doing a terrible job, had there been someone to notice them, but they didn't know that.

"Mickey, come on! Hurry up!"

The youngest of them, with an orange ribbon tied around his head with cutouts for eyes stood in one particular entryway, the open entrance to the kitchen. Ignoring his older brother, the toddling ninja took one step forward into refrigerated paradise. Nine months he may be, but the boys agreed unanimously that Irina's pizza was to die for, even the leftovers. Shin could gnaw and chew on the small-cut pieces his mother reluctantly gave him, but the toddler definitely preferred it to other food. He took another unsteady step.

Only for a crimson-haired, red-bandana-clad boy to grab his wrist and pull him along. "Pizza can wait!"

The two reached the others in the living room, where similar masks of blue and purple were waiting. "What took you so long?" Purple whispered in a voice much louder than acceptable for indoor use.

"Mickey can't take his mind off food," Red huffed. "Now come on, we're almost there."

"We agreed on this together. So who put you in charge? Leo's supposed to be the leader."

"I'm red, which is the leader of every fighting force in cartoons."

A hefty cardboard tube scavenged from a roll of gift wrap bonked Red in a wonderful impression of an actual Bo staff.

"Dad would disagree." Blue nodded agreement, lest he too be bonked. The foam bokken he carried would do precious little if Purple swung at him.

"My mom and grandpa would agree!"

"If anyone should lead its me. I'm the oldest."

"You're not Leo either! And Donnie is supposed to be second-in-command at best!"

"Raf is grumpy and dumb!"

The yellow masked toddler tried to make another crawling play for the kitchen, but Donnie stopped him. "Quiet. You're terrible ninja! We'll be caught past our bedtime!"

That managed to shut the other boy up, and the little procession resumed.

Another two hallways lead into a darkened corridor, seemingly more ominous somehow. The boys had excellent night vision, courtesy of their heritage, but it was still suspenseful, knowing how close they were.

They had yet to even get this close to making the surprise attack work! Their target was truly formidable! To their knowledge, none had bested him in battle yet hundreds lined up for the opportunity. Here, in the shadows, the wannabe ninjas had their chance.

A series of high-pitched wails caused them to freeze. It was outshadowed by a deep roar that caused them to pale.

"RUN!" Ex and Kurenai cried in unison, ripping off their masks as they lead their younger brothers back to the relative safety of their own room, followed by a moaning chorus of the euphoric.

None of them were foolish enough to think they stood a fair chance against their father, that was the point of the late assassination attempt. It had only served to fuel their ambition of beating him to prove their own strength. True, they were small, but as sneaky reptiles armed with traditional weapons of Japan, now had been their best chance to strike!

If anything, they were now both more impressed and terrified. They knew their father fought extensively when he was gone for work. But to come home and fight with one of their mothers late into the night! Sometimes daring to take on more than one at once, or even all nine together!

Every child has an instinctive understanding that their mother is the highest law of the land in the home. None of the Hyoudou children dared to go act out of line. It would irritate many of them, or at the least make mommy Asia upset. So the women of the house ruled undisputedly.

On the other hand, their father stood among the Top Ten strongest beings, the youngest to ever reach that height. Therefore, it stood to reason that their father was the only one who could challenge their mothers' combined strength.

But this late! How strong was he to never exhaust himself in a spar with one of their mothers? Or even against them all!

Making it back to the room first, Kurenai pushed the door open wide enough for his three brothers to slip past. Zen whizzing by, followed closely by Ex, who was pulling Shin along. The eldest then slammed the door shut.

Of course, the rooms were soundproofed. Well, soundproofed to a degree. It took someone of great strength to overcome the passive enchantments, so the other residents were undisturbed as the boys barricaded the door with furniture in such speed and coordination it showed a disturbingly obvious familiarity.

Entrance barred, the four slid underneath the lowest bunk, Shin's. Pulling a large comforter with them, they bundled up, eyes glued to the door as if it kept the worst of horrors at bay.

They fell asleep like that soon after, though not before agreeing they'd try again if they could catch their father at a better time.


When Kuroka came to, she found herself completely unable to focus at first. After a few minutes, her thoughts came back under control and took stock of where she was.

She was lying on the floor of the master bedroom, atop a heap of cushions and blankets. Normally, she'd be in bed, right?

She looked over and smiled as she remembered. Oh yeah, the bed was in multiple splintered pieces.

From what she knew of the male species, most specimens were simply functioning in the sex department. Shoot once, wait for reload. Now, if Issei was human, that would be in their favor, as she and the others could then without a doubt tease him to the brink each and every time.

But Issei wasn't human. With an insanely short refractory period and stamina for days, the only limits to the amount of love Issei could make was the endurance and libido of his partner.

In that case, what did it make Issei if he could drive a woman wild with little deaths all night? Times nine willing women? All the while, in a sexual frenzy?

A super-pervert, she decided. Issei was a super-pervert.

Ok, they may have pushed him a bit far with the orgy of the previous night.

She couldn't move her legs and there was a warm, throbbing feeling between them. More proof that Issei had trouble holding himself back when sufficiently provoked. Or aroused.

She could move her arms and head just fine, but only her tails responded when she tried anything below the waist. Go figure.

As the black cat looked around, she saw her sister wives in similar states, if not different positions.

Rossweisse lay within the ruins of the bed. She'd been the first and last woman on it, Issei breaking the Rook through it with the force of their coupling.

Akeno was tied up in some rope, unconscious and restrained beside the ruined bed. Issei didn't entertain her Sadistic side at all, and he wasn't really into being an S himself, but he really got into shibari. Go figure.

Rias and Asia lay together, just as Shirone was next to her, all still insensate.

Ravel was in the center of all this. Issei had given her the special attention she'd been craving. Of course, being a Phenex, she was probably in the best shape of them all at the moment. Which was also quite unfair.

She got to heal naturally, and the taste of even a bit of her arousal put commercial aphrodisiacs to shame. How was that fair given that Issei had only been driven further into his frenzy?

Pushing herself into a sitting position, she stretched her arms over her head before tilting forwards. Resigned to crawling, she slowly began the long trek to the bath. Besides the luxury it provided, it was enchanted heavily, it'd be a boon to her own recovery.

She yelped when a warm, scaly snout prodded her rear. Looking over her shoulder, she glared at the elongated head of her currently reptilian husband.

"You enjoy this too much," she accused him, forgoing her usual verbal tic in frustration.

Golden eyes twinkled in amusement.

"Well don't just sit there, help me to the springs!"

Several meters of neck uncoiled and the snout of the dragon gently scooped under her midsection before upturning, balancing her across the bridge of the nose.

'Ok, not really what I wanted,' the black cat complained. Since she was practically bent over his face, it gave her perfect opportunity to glare into the eye visible to her. She stuck out her tongue at him for good measure.

Kuroka then shrieked, as a hot forked tongue lightly flicked her leg. He could stick out his tongue too; turnabout's fair play it seems.

From her position, she now caught sight of Xenovia and Irina, both women curled against a foreleg and clutching it dearly. They'd been the last to pair with him, he must've transformed after they fell asleep.

None of them were foolish or ambitious enough to think they could couple with Issei in full dragon form.

The entryway from bedroom to bath was wide enough for Issei to snake his head in while wearing his current appearance, his head tilting to let Kuroka gently slide into the warm water.

She sighed happily as she settled in the shallow end, tails twitching back and forth in relief. The massive head lowered into the pool, causing the water level to rise to just below her neck. Flecks of light gleamed off the silver scales, casting stars upon every solid surface.

"This, is entirely your fault, nya." Kuroka waves at herself as she referred to her condition.

Like a crocodile partially submerged, the golden eye blinked once. No, it seemed to say.

Memories of the night previous filtered back. "Alright, we may have gone a little far, nya. I'm still not sorry, nya."

The eye blinked again. Naturally.

Kuroka looked at him and shook her head. "Can you be a little less scaly for a few minutes please?"

The eye widened a little at the change in tone before the head and neck lifted entirely and retreated from the room. A few minutes passed before Issei strolled in, presumably after taking Irina and Xenovia and moving them to a more comfortable position.

Kuroka wolf-whistled at the sight of him; he was just as naked as her, and she would always enjoy the sight of him as much he did of her.

Smiling, the demidrake stepped in beside her, scooping her to him with one arm around her hip. "And what did you want to talk about?"

"Us, all of us," she kissed the underside of his jaw. "...future us's."

He returned the kiss, on her lips this time. "Your mating cycle."

"Yeah," she slumped against him. "Me and Shirone both. And I'm not sure we can delay it again."

"Well, are we ready for another two bundles of joy?"

It was a valid question. So far, with the exception of Zen, most of the pregnancies of the Hyoudou household had been wonderful surprises though not intended.

It had actually been a rather entertaining affair. After a long night celebrating Issei's birthday, he had simply not woken for a week. The women had part celebrated being actually able to exhaust him and part panicked, since one night's activities had never done so before.

After exhausting all medical and mystical reasons for why Issei was sleeping despite being physically sound, they'd examined themselves. When Akeno's charm showed that she was then expecting, they'd celebrated again.

When Issei woke up, he woke up to Akeno kissing the life out of him before telling him the good news.

He fainted in shock, doing the male species proud, but that time he was out for a scant few minutes and then overjoyed as the rest of them.

Kurenai's birth had been a sign Issei had both fully matured and could freely give the entirety of the energy needed to safely conceive another dragon. And that started an era where any sexual exhaustion in Issei was followed with a myriad of individual check ups. Of course, Issei matched it with increased control over himself, but happy accidents did occur.

Impatient for her turn, Xenovia had taken the more direct route, blocking off the week in her schedule just before her birthday for a short vacation for the two of them. Sure, there were other things in the itinerary but Xenovia treated it like a second honeymoon. They came back to Kuoh for her birthday celebration, where she proudly announced that she was expecting. Well, she dragged him back unconscious and drained, rope tied around his ankle as she hauled him along.

How Issei got Kuroka and Koneko both pregnant at roughly the same time previously, no one was quite sure. And here was the request, for an intentional repeat performance.

"Are we ready?" He repeated.

Kuroka burrowed her head beneath his. "I'm not sure yet."

"This is something that deserves some more consideration, and Shirone's input too," he gently squeezed her. "And I'd prefer Yuuki and Kuro to be a little older before they become older sisters again. But if one of us isn't sure, then that's that."

"Says the man with currently nine brats running around, nya."

He gently nibbled on her ear, causing her to squirm. "I'm only half the equation here. Xenovia still wants more too, you know."

"Ah, right, nya. Three boys and two girls, nya, wasn't it?"

As expected, Xenovia had been quite clear even back in highschool how many children she wanted and of each sex.

"I will try and defer the next efforts to the two of you, if that's what we agree on. What we all agree on."

Ah, the disclaimer that seven other wives needed to sign off on another intentional procreation effort. There'd be no more of Xenovia's antics, especially since they'd all immediately wanted more at the time.

"We'll see, nya." Kuroka's eyes closed as she snuggled close to her personal heater. She dozed off against him in the water before bolting upright. "You're not just saying this cause one of the others~"

"No one here is pregnant tonight," he pulled her back in amusement.

"Didn't seem like you weren't giving it your best, nya."

And so, Cat and Dragon fell asleep together in the darkened pool. Alone together, with talk of children on their minds and in their dreams.

Completely unaware of the terrified hatchlings still wide-awake and quivering in fear a few doors down.


Progress for HIDragon is slow, but steady. Provided my muse survives both daily life and the deranged antics of my fellow writers and peers on Discord, I hope to have something concrete by Halloween. Assuming all goes well. Hopefully. Maybe. My muse is in need of both a cheerleading squad and an exorcism.

Praying might go a long way. Reviews might too.

Till next time!