"Zakyooo! Come ooon!" Raynair whined as she attempted another pounce on the Black Dragon Emperor. They had finished their date which was going great, if it weren't for a certain event happening.

Raynair sighed happily leaning against Zakyo as they took a slow, mellow walk through the area. The sun had bid it's farewell and was beginning to take it's leave until the next day. The sky was a beautiful assortment of various colors. Red, yellow, orange, blue-ish and a lovely shade of indigo.

To the female Fallen Angel, there was absolutely nothing that could get in the way of her finally being alone with Zakyo.

Or...

At least she thought so...

"Issei!" a familiar voice said from a fair distance away. Raynair, naturally curious at the moment after hearing the name of her "ex boyfriend". Had she not turned around, she could've spared herself. There in the distance stood the young man partially responsible for her death. And soon after seeing him, came into view the one truly responsible for her death, Rias Gremory.

The very sight of those Devil shits was enough to make her blood boil. Lifting her arm, she moved to attack them with a light spear when she remembered. She remembered how it was when she battled Issei and how he took her down so easily. She still could never get over how she had defied her superiors only for that all to go in vane.

She gritted her teeth before looking at Zakyo, but ended up wearing a silly smile when she saw he was glaring over at Issei. But the moment he saw ravens flying around he shifted his attention to them. They ended up chasing them until they lost them, which ended up having them return home. Though neither forgot about seeing the Welsh Dragon and seemed to share that intention of killing him.

Since then, Raynair had been practically begging Zakyo to let her use his Sacred Gear to help her get revenge on the Gremory household for killing her. But to no avail apparently, since he refused time and time again.

The female Fallen Angel sat down and crossed her arms under her chest in a pout as she looked at him closely. He definitely was as simple minded as Issei, or as easy to annoy as Vali. For Issei, if he thought he'd get lucky he'd believe anything. For Vali, if you annoyed him enough he'd at least in some way help you just to shut you up. But Zakyo? This guy was a piece of work for sure.

"You want me to let you use my Sacred Gear so you can get revenge? All because they killed you" Zakyo said he opened his eyes, instantly taken back as Raynair had began crawling towards him. The crimson blush on her face was a tell tale sign that it had happened again.

Some moments when he meditates and he hears a female's voice, there was a strange instant when he'd open his eyes and look at that female, and in that small window of time, his energy would multiply their Lust and they'd desire the first man they see...who in this case happens to be himself. He could only watch as Raynair inched closer and closer to him, her breathing becoming more and more labored and her face becoming more and more redder.

Zakyo could feel the warmth from her breath hitting his face, the faint sweetness of cherries on her breath as the softness of her hand rested on his thigh. He wanted to move and prevent anything lustful from occurring, but the instant Raynair placed her other hand on his chest, escape became impossible.

Raynair didn't know why she suddenly began to crave kisses from Zakyo, nor did she know why his scent seemed to have a hold on her and was pulling her towards him. She only knew that he had an air about him that seemed so alluring. The closer she got to him, the stronger these feelings became.

Zakyo looked into Raynair's eyes, Raynair looking into his as they both gave into temptation and let their bodies, plagued by Lust and desire, run wild with one another...

Zakyo giving to her body...

Raynair graciously accepting him into her...letting curious hands show that their talents went far beyond just killing and fighting...

The young man coming into her with energy that sent her into a whirlwind of bliss...one that elicited screams to the heavens...

Neither knowing the meaning of selfishness...as both gave generously to their lover with their entire being...as they finally were spent as they kissed, sharing a passionate moment only lovers would know of as they rested in the embrace of their significant other...looking into the eyes of the other as Lust gave birth to a passion...that burned far brighter than the Sun, and ran deeper than the ocean's depths...

Neither knowing loneliness in this moment...but yet their love piercing through the darkness around them...brighter than light and more powerful than light spears were against Devils...

The beauty of this pair looking into the eyes of her protector as love and want resided where Lust and desire once lived...parting her lips, her voice shattering the silence as she spoke...

"May we...do it again?"...

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