Replies,
Madfrog: 'raises finger, lowers finger' you know...i hadn't thought of including fate adjacent shit into this, but your idea? It has merit. No promises, but, I like the sound of it...
Uchiha Jin: Settle down young shinobi, updates, like Anbu worth their salt, only strike when their target has their guard down. Or, it's done when it's done.
FallenSage: Thanks for your continued support, although your laconic style almost reminds me of The Stig. What's your relation to the mysterious being I wonder?
Daniel: Lmao. You are aware of the bit from "Arrested Development" and the 'dead dove' that inspired the tag on ao3, yes? This fic, it is what is says on the tin. what did you except clicking this? Kek. At any rate...
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"And there's been no new developments?"
"None my lord," the demure female voice said.
And Sirzech's set the proposal on his desk. Closing his eyes and sighing, leaned back on his opulent chair, as befitting of someone of his station…or at least, the image he needed to portray to maintain the fragile balance and keep the peace.
Opening his eyes, his gaze landed once again on the paper filled with nothing but ass kissing, or almost, the words main intent no doubt an attempt to hide the more onerous parts of the proposal, and its disastrous effects on what the old devil faction saw as trash.
Why did I take this job again?
"My lord?"
Meeting the gray-haired woman's gray-eyed gaze, Sirzech's sized again.
"Then I guess…" he resisted the urge to give in to his impulse and reduce this room and the better part of the nearby countryside to ashes. "It no longer depends on us."
"Eh?" The gray-eyed woman in a maid gettup blinked in surprise. "Y-you are giving up?"
"Grayfia."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Forget our stations for a moment. I want to speak to my wife."
"I…yes, my—Sirzech."
"What do you want me to do?" he asked, and turned his head away from the beautiful woman who'd been his devoted partner for centuries. Scanning the rest of the disgustingly gaudy room serving as 'The Lucifer's' office within the heart of their peoples capital. "As Sirzech…" he said, raising his left arm as he eyed the embroidered tapestries, the expensive statues and the crystal chandeliers. Each and every item a handcrafted piece, each costing a fortune that would make even his family blink at the cost. "I hate this."
"Then—"
He made a warding gesture with his already raised arm, his wife falling silent before he lowered his arm. "But as the Lucifer?" he asked, raising his right arm in a mimicry of a scale. "What choice do I have, my love?"
Grayfia bit her lip.
"No doubt, I could put my foot down and either by dint of power, or authority, put an end to this. But then…" he sighed again, his arms landing on his lap and feeling the weight of all the past centuries on his shoulders. "Wouldn't that mean that I'd be no better than the Lucifer of old? And if so, what did we fight for in the first place?"
"But Rias—"
"Has, much as it hurts me to say it, and believe me, it does. My foolish little sister has made her bed and will now have to lie on it." Pushing his chair back, standing and making for the room's window, extravagant and oversized like everything else, he stood and, clasping his hands behind his back gazed at the wider city of Lucifaad outside cast under a purple sky.
The sight of his people going about their days outside, bringing a tiny pure smile to his lips.
Soft footsteps echoed behind him and then he felt a soft familiar arm forcibly squeezing between his bicep and torso, making him snort as Grayfia, sighing, placed her head on his shoulder, joining him in gazing outside. The perfect maid, needy in her own ways.
"Fear not, my love. The lad, despite his public behavior is quite a bit better in private. Phenex assures me of this and I have little reason to doubt him."
"But—"
He shook his head. "Rias and the lad will have to solve their problems and get past their misconceptions and prejudices on their own. Neither of them are kids anymore and to judge each other by their behavior as kids would be unfair. We've already interfered, or attempted to do so enough. The fact that Rias coddled her family and refused to train them for all those years is her own fault. To go even further in attempting to help her…" he met his wife's eyes and flashed her a bittersweet smile. "That would ruin the thin veneer of democracy we've been trying to establish and uphold, would it not?"
Grayfia's eyes widened and, raising a hand she touched his cheek His wet cheek.
"Oh, Sirzech…"
He faced forward again, wrapping an arm around his love, squeezing Grayfia to himself.
"Just my allergies, dear."
Superdevils did not 'get' allergies…
"And besides, perhaps Rias will manage to get lucky once more and somehow eke out an unlikely victory."
For unlike Sirzech himself, Rias' ability with the power of the Gremory bloodline, namely luck, was fact undeniable to those that knew what to look for.
Unlike Sirzech, whose 'gift' had only ever brought him pain. He met Grayfia's eyes, the woman blinking and smiling at him with a hint of a blush. His meeting with his wife being the only exception.
So. Perhaps…Perhaps she'd, as the mortals put it, pull a rabbit out of her hat once again with this last gift they arranged for her, this soon to be announced rating game…
If Sirzech had known what his choice not to interfere would have wrought, perhaps he would have chosen differently…
"Glagkh. Glagkh. Glagkh."
The moist vacuum around his cock caused Yami's penis to twitch and in response, the golden-eyed girl narrowed her eyes, her cheeks, somehow, managing to sink even further into themselves, the wet mucus membranes rubbing pleasantly around his flesh as the girl kneeling in front of him facefucked herself upon his dick with gusto.
"Shiiit. You have a talent for this, Aika-chan," he rumbled, as the sun's rays drifted inside the classroom from one of the windows and Yami, gently tugged at one of the girl's braids, not that he needed to do so, for the bespectacled girl with her top undone went at it with relish. Bobbing her head up and down, up and down. His words of praise only seeming to double her efforts.
"Glagkh! Glagkh! Glagkh!"
And the sensation of Aika's lips, the thin lines of moisture running down the sides of her eyes and cheeks, her narrowed golden eyes, the tongue swiveling around the underside of his shaft and even touching his balls each time the girl buried her head and nose to Yami's pubes alongside the bits of saliva dripping down her chin and onto her budding breasts adorned with pink hard nipples and the thin line of sweat covering her svelte body…
"Hng!" he grunted, and his penis twitched within its velvety vacuum prison. "Here comes your reward!" he said and Aika barely had time to widen her eyes before Yami let go of the girl's braid and, wrapping both his arms around the brown-haired girl's head, pushed said head down, feeling the tip of his shaft travel down her throat some.
"Gkh!"
Making the girl gag and unintentionally constrict her neck muscles as his penis bulged them outwards from within, no doubt in a vain unconscious attempt to push him out, but in contrast, only succeeding in heightening his pleasure.
"F-f-fuuuuck…" and with a grunt, Yami pumped pint after pint down the girl's eager throat.
"Glagkh! Glagkh! Glagkh!"
With Aika, once over the sudden shock, siting there, her throat working furiously, milking him and swallowing each rope of baby butter down her gullet, with the girl going as far as to raise her arms, grasping his ass and trying to pull him even deeper.
"D-damn!" the sensation and the girl's relentless succ making him go cross-eyed and his knees to grow weak.
"Glagk! Glagkh! Glagkh!"
Managing to remain standing only by using Aika as a sort of living support collumn.
Before at last, his dick pumped its last big load and with trembling arms, and not an inconsiderable amount of fear, Yami hastily pushed Aika off his dick.
"Ah~!"
The golden-eyed beauty catching the last few ropes of sperm on her face and lips, blinking and then, with a naughty glint in her eyes, raising her arm and proceeding to gather up and slurp the last bits scattered all over her face and upper torso.
"Mmh~!"
Making Yami pant and shudder.
"You are a damn semen demon…"
"Fufufu~" Aika's shoulders shook as she gazed at him with hunger. "I have no idea, what you mean, Yami-chan~" the girl purred, pushing forward on all fours and starting to crawl towards him. "But whatever I am…is your fault, so. You will take responsibility, yes?"
Yami swallowed and took a step back, and then another, until his back hit a wooden desk, the groan of metallic feet sliding against the floor reaching his ears as he did.
"S-shall we get to the main event?" Aika asked, a hint of trepidation in her voice and Yami paled.
If she starts riding me…given how thirsty she seems and in conjunction with my current physical abilities… Yami came to a horrifying realization. She'll drain me dry! Imma wither! I can't afford to fully awaken this semen demon just yet! I need to get stronger! That, and I need backup!
"Fufufu~"
…namely get clone #1 and #2 to lend a helping hand. I don't feel confident tackling this dangerous beast all by myself!
"A-actually."
Aika paused, her arm in the midst of reaching for his thigh, floating and frozen in the air as she turned golden eyes towards him with a blink.
Think brain! Think!
"This is no place to perform such an act." gambling everything, Yami took a step forward, plastering a suave smile on his face and caressing the girl's cheek with his left arm. "For a flower such as you…nothing but the most fertile grounds will do for your…full awakening. So, no. Not today…Plus, I just remembered that I have veryimportantshittodobye!" he said in a rush, dashing towards the nearby open window before Aika could react and…once again making his escape.
Breathing a sigh of relief as he landed on soft grass on chakra enhanced limbs and dashed out of the school like the demons of hell, or at least a succubus was after him.
This wasn't a retreat. No. But a tactical withdrawal, yes.
And Yami, in no way, shape or form, regretted brainwashing Aika over these last couple of days.
Mayhaps…mayhaps baldie and glasses had been on to something…
Aika blinked as her brain struggled to reboot, before letting out an irritated huff, rising to her feet and buttoning up her shirt once more, staring at the grounds and the retreating figure outside. Growling.
"I will get me that dick!"
A frustrated growl ripped itself free from her lips as she threw down the scroll in her hands, the parchment landing on the desk with a sad 'thud', making the rest of the room's occupants startle.
…most of them at any rate.
For a certain someone, the very leader of the occult club gazed with a distant stare at one of the room's walls, her gaze vacant.
"Rias?"
The redhead startled at Sona's question, turning blinking blue eyes towards the Sitri heiress.
"Ah! What is it Sona?"
At her friend's tremulous smile and the barely contained nervousness, Sona bit back her instinctive retort.
"Did you find anything?"
The redhead blinked, scrunching her thin shapely brows in confusion for a moment before looking at the books and parchments stacked and sprawled on the table in front of her. In truth, not all that dissimilar to what the other members of both their peerages, scattered around the rest of the building were doing.
The scarlet beauty shook her head, sending her long locks swaying and causing Sona to fight the urge to rub her thighs together.
"No…I'm afraid not. There are scarce few mentions of something similar to what we are dealing with in all the texts I've scoured so far, and what few mentions of chakra there are…"
"Let me guess. Are of little help?"
"Yeah…"
Sona pinched her nose and resisted the urge to curse.
Not that she'd expected much else.
Yes. Both she and Rias were heiresses, and technically speaking, even if young and not yet blooded, high ranked members of the Devil society.
But, like the mortal knights of old, mere rank alone did not a knight, or in this case, high ranking devil make. Thus, what resources both of them could access, especially in so short an order, and without using their connections, and about a subject that Devils knew or cared little about in general, that is chakra…
Suffice to say, their pickings were slim and their results paltry…
And Sona could scarce rely on Rias, not right now. For that overly smug flaming asshole would soon come calling, and Rias…
The girl once again stared at the wall, biting her lip and Sona sighed. Picking up another book from her stack and cracking it open, sneezing as dust and old paper bits entered her nostrils.
Well, at the very least, Issei-kun, for all he's been a gigantic pain this past week, at the very least, his…alter ego— For Sona refused to acknowledge that smug personality that could be best pals by the looks of things with Riser as the true Issei. Is not in control all the time. That shows that Issei-kun is still there, fighting, and thus, we have time to help him still.
And besides, not everything was doom and gloom. Through careful and methodological investigation, Sona and her peerage had uncovered more hints about the probable identity and location of the assailant, or rather, assailants that had attacked a student of her school and thus, caused this mess in the first place.
Sona glanced at the still distracted Rias and let out a tiny sigh.
Yes. Not sharing said bits of info with her friend was, as the saying goes, a 'dick move' but, no need to further burden her friend until Sona had confirmed everything and the need to coordinate a permanent solution by way of their combined peerages arose.
In a clearing within a forest near the outskirts of Kuoh bickering could be heard, and at first glance, one might mistake the voices for those of twins, due to their eerie similarity.
Understandable. But wrong nonetheless.
"And I keep telling you, it's tougher than it looks!" Yami, or rather, one of his clones said. Hands on his knees, sweating, panting, and glaring at another clone who stared at him with his arms crossed. The pristine clone scoffing and rolling his eyes.
"All I'm hearing is bitch made excuses. Put your back into it, git gud scrub," clone #1 said.
Causing the glare of the second clone to intensify and a growl to rip free from his mouth.
"Oh yeah? Then in that case, why don't you try it, asshole?"
Clone #1 looked at his nails with disinterest. "Oh, believe me, I would but you see, if I pop then there'll be no one to resummon you here, now would there? And we can't have that, for training is sacred."
"Asshole…" clone #2 grumbled and rose back up with a sigh.
And the worst part? For all of #1's taunting, the fucker spoke truth. They'd bought themselves a mostly uninterrupted week of extra time to use as they pleased. Namely, time spent training for the most part. All by using the good twin bad twin trick. But, Yami knew that wouldn't last forever and thus, they couldn't afford to waste those hard earned moments of time.
Clone #2 glanced at a spot near the trunk of a mostly intact tree. And aside from a few disturbed blades of grass nothing seemed out of place underneath the setting sun's light.
But not that long ago, there clone #3 had stood. The voluntold victim…subject of part of today's, and the last couple of days training. Namely, aside from basic chakra stuff, forays into sage mode and their skull bashing attempts at fuin…fan…the sealing crap. Further increasing clone resilience. But, as clone #3's results showed…or rather his absence indicated, they still had a long way to go until they could match Hibiki's bullshit ability for his clones to last and endure more or less what a 'real' person could before going to the great big clone ranch in the sky.
Still, they were well on their way to achieving that. And on the plus side, their pain resilience would soon be the stuff of legends!
Sheesh! Who knew having your eyes ripped out hurt that bad?
Clone #2 met #1's judgmental gaze and groaned, raising his arms and preparing to flash through the hand seals once more.
"Fine you asshole, fine!"
Granted, they needed to get this down, both for trolling purposes as well due to the technique's combat versatility. But even so…
Broth brain, even if utterly retarded in a lot of other things. In this. In combat related matters? The fucker was an absolute kinesthetic genius! For despite days of practicing, getting the henge to perform a true body transformation, one that allowed someone to keep their wits about them even if for all intents and purposes they were a hunk of steel? And despite Kage Bushin being uniquely suited for such a task?
Still touch and go. Still a work in progress.
The substitution jutsu had been a breeze by comparison!
As for the shunshin? The suspiciously person shaped imprints in the tree trunks of the forests surrounding Kuoh had been there before the clones started training. Yes…
The rustling of leaves and creaking of branches made both clones blink and tense, chakra flooding their extremities as they turned and—
"How's it going?" the og asked as he landed close to where #3 had been some minutes before.
And #1 shrugged. "It's going. What about you?"
At that, the og winced, and glanced at them both for a few seconds, warring with himself before letting out a defeated exhale, shoulders slumping.
"You'll find out anyway…" he murmured, and raising his arms, the og summoned #3 with a grunt of exertion. Which, when compared that a couple days ago, merely summoning #1 and #2 would leave him teetering on the edge of collapse…
"Wazzup—wut?" #3 murmured, gazing at the og who seemed to slump even further. "Ha…" and further. "Ahahaha!" #3 fell on the dirt, rolling around laughing and clutching his stomach as he parsed through the og's memories and stared at them with tears in his eyes amidst his chuckles. "You…you guys, wait till you see this!" he said and poped.
And #2 met #1's eyes.
They blinked, before, in tandem they fell to the floor as well and started pounding against the dirt.
"Oh go ahead. Laugh it up you assholes!"
They did and #2 managed to look at the mulish looking og.
"The big bad Uchiha…" his laughter overwhelmed him, but luckily, #1 was there.
"Ran from a little mortal female—"
"Like a bitch!"
"Like a bitch!"
The og growled. "As I said, laugh it up, but, you seem to be forgetting something."
"What's that?" #2 asked in between chuckles and the og flashed him a ghoulish smile.
"If I need help with her, guess who the fuckers that will have to lend me a helping hand are~"
Both clones paled and met each other's eyes.
"Oh, and if that's not enough," the og continued in a sing song voice. "Once I pop her cherry, and if she's as big a nymphomaniac as we fear…Miki and Aika threesome."
"Shit!"
"Fuck!"
"Thought so, you fuckers. So, if you don't wish for us to end up resembling Imhotep after his thousand year beauty sleep? Keep training you assholes—"
Flapping wings could be heard over the wind, drawing closer, making all three tense and snap their heads towards the sound. Only for all of them to relax a moment later as the source revealed itself.
After all, what did they have to fear from the semen receptacle after they'd dealt with the girl.
"What is it, Raynare?" the og asked as the scantily clad fallen landed, falling to one knee in front of Yami.
"My lord, I rushed to inform you as soon as I could. What you've been waiting for? It happened."
A shit eating grin spread across all three of their faces.
In irl news, apparently Mexico has unveiled alien life, probably fake but whatever, pc enthusiasts are losing their shit over game engine unity deciding to shoot itself in the foot in a bold business strategy, thousands of immigrants decided to visit Italy for a bit of off season tourism...and I'm sitting here with a splitting headache wondering if I'm imagining this crap due to last night's slight alcohol binge...
Eh, who cares. Hic!