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||If Only For A Moment||
A ferocious wind swirling with the dark hues of black and crimson tore through the battlefield, slicing a limb from the Beast with a destructive force. Blood sprayed from the wound, only to be absorbed back into the creature as its lost limb regenerated in a mere heartbeat.
It wasn't just the Satan Lucifer's attacks that were rendered useless. Serafall's island-destroying blast yielded the same result. Odin's roaring thunder that split the earth, Michael's Judgment, Zeus' tempest, Indra's earth shattering blows; everything that they had thrown at the Beast of the Apocalypse worked just as well as Sirzechs' attacks.
Each strike, each power, was rendered impotent against the Beast's unstoppable regeneration.
They couldn't take out all of the seven heads quickly or destroy the Beast's body faster than it could regenerate.
The combined might of the Devil Empire of Hell, the Kingdom of Heaven, The Watchers of Grigori, Asgard, Olympius, the Deities of Takamagahara, Remnants of the Mesopotamia and various other Pantheons fought as one, yet they were powerless to stop Trihexa's rampage.
Even Falbium Asmodeus was at a loss. None of his strategies worked, none of his tactics found purchase against the Beast's unholy might.
The Battle for Hell had raged on for weeks, and Sirzechs Lucifer crash-landed at the uneven pile of rubbles of what used to be the Gremory's castle. As flat as everything around it.
Constant battles had worn him down, and Sirzechs wasn't sure how much he could do without rest.
With heavy breath, he observed the desolate battlefield. What he saw crushed all hope he had for any survivors. The Master of Destruction saw the ruination of his world; all over the work of a single beast.
And in that moment, he could only think; where was God when they needed most?
Dead, unfortunately. Heavenly Father turned Heavenly Dust.
If nothing changed, it wouldn't just be Hell, Heaven and then Earth would follow. Many more would lose their homes. Many more would perish.
Sirzechs gritted his teeth, spread his tattered wings, and flew back straight to the heat of the battle, rejoining the desperate attempt to quell the Great Evil. The Coalition fought desperately, knowing that they could not defeat the Beast, but hoping to stall its advance until someone could pick up what they lacked and kill the Beast for good.
They fought not just for their worlds, but for all they held dear, knowing that failure meant the end of everything they knew and loved.
"It's time." The Governor's voice – Azazel's – resonated in the minds of those fighting for their worlds, for their loved ones, for everything they might never see again.
Time for their last stand.
Ascalon cleaved through another spawn of Trihexa, severing malformed heads with precision and fury. The Crimson Dragon Emperor moved with lethal grace, dispatching each beastling until none were left standing.
A sudden, chilling crack split the air. Issei turned, eyes widening at the sight of a fissure in the hellish sky, expanding into a massive hole.
The [Isolation Barrier Field] had activated. A culmination of Ajuka's Kankara Formula, the Rating Games, Heaven's Sacred Gear system, Miracles of Gods, Yggdrasil's principles, and years of Grigori's research. It wasn't a prison for Trihexa but a desperate attempt to contain its devastation. Unrefined, untested, it was their best chance.
Leaders of the Coalition had agreed to devote their lives to battling the Beast within this field. Issei Hyoudou and Grayfia Lucifuge were part of this grim pact.
So when the plan began to be in motion when they were protecting a makeshift injured camp, treating and guarding the wounded fighters from any stray spawns, Issei was confused.
A small screen flickered to life, displaying the face of Sirzechs Lucifer. Dread settled in Issei's gut as his Juggernaut Drive helmet snapped open, revealing his worn face.
"Sirzechs?" he said in a calm manner, having learned to never raise his voice despite his blood boiling with adrenaline. "Can't say I'm happy to see you."
"Don't be like that…" The Crimson Satan sheepishly smiled, dark light washing his face. "This might be the last time we see each other for a while, you know? Let's get mopey for a bit."
"Is this really necessary?" Issei demanded, a finely-concealed anger sewn in that question. "This isn't what we agreed to."
Sirzechs' smile faded, replaced by a somber expression. "It is necessary, Issei. More than you know."
Issei's fists clenched. "What are you talking about?"
Sirzechs took a deep breath, eyes heavy with the weight of his words. "I need someone I can trust. Someone to watch over them, Issei. My sister and Grayfia. The Gremory bloodline can't end here. They need someone strong to protect them, to lead them. Care for them. They're strong—but they're not invulnerable."
Issei's heart pounded. "You're asking me to leave you all to die in that field while I protect them?"
"You're still young. You should never become a part of this — Dragon Emperor or not. Leave it to the old guards, Issei. You've done far too much."
"But—"
"How is she, by the by?" Sirzechs chuckled as the dark light loomed large, as the Beast was lifted towards the shattered skies in the distance, its colossal body thrashing furiously.
Issei gritted his teeth.
Grayfia had taken a direct blast from Trihexa not two days ago. If it wasn't for her resilience and Uriel's barrier, she wouldn't be alive. It was rare for the Queen of Annihilation to get careless, even with the severe exhaustion from weeks of ceaseless battle. But Issei knew she wasn't the same after Milicas got wounded.
Covered in rubles, body laid broken and nearly lifeless, Millicas was at death's door when Trihexa rampaged through the Gremory Territory. No parents should ever see their child in that state. He didn't want to imagine how Lady Venelana would react. Seeing Rias crying like that was… well, it was torture.
Thank fuck for Asia.
"She'll be fine." Issei replied succinctly.
"…Good." Sirzechs' smile grew into a weary one. "…Look after her, will you?"
"You look after her yourself. She's not my wife."
"Then make her."
Issei snorted. "Your joke is never funny."
"You know I can't make a joke. Tell her I'm sorry we ended that way."
As the hole in the sky dragged Trihexa inside, one by one, the leaders disappeared into the hole as well, forsaking their future for the future of the people.
"Yo- oh? Hope I'm not interrupting anythin'." Then another screen popped up, moving Sirzechs' slightly to the side. It was his mentor. Azazel. "So I guessed right eh? The kid's stayin' behind?"
"Wasn't the initial plan." Issei forced a grunt.
Azazel smirked confidently. "Good. I was worried we're gonna have to look after you as well in that place. Don't really want to babysit you know, when we're preventing the end of the world and such."
Issei scowled while Sirzechs laughed.
"...It wasn't supposed to end like this."
"Oh please, let's not get sedimental. I mean sentimental," Azazel joked, but no one was laughing. "Since you are staying, Buddy, I got a favor to ask of you. We're pals right?"
"Hard to tell, in all honesty."
"Hey now, don't be like that. Think of all the times we've been through!" The Governor sniggered. The three knew they would miss stupid conversations like these; the rare times they didn't have to be a leader and simply be themselves.
"Well…" Azazel scratched the back of his head. He wasn't good at this. "It's about Vali…"
"You want me to babysit after him too? Maybe I should quit being a Dragon and run a daycare center instead."
"Ah, see, Zechs? His tongue took after me." Azazel grinned. "Seriously speaking, please do. Vali's got his own, but he's stubborn. Give him a slap in the wrist if he ever does something stupid. You know he can get pretty lonely."
"Don't worry about him," Issei swore. "Don't worry about anything on this side. We'll manage."
"Just what I needed to hear. Welp- sorry for hijacking your call, see you when I see you!"
And with that, Azazel's screen shut down with a lonely beep.
Sirzechs knew this couldn't last much longer either. "I don't have much time; gonna miss the bus. I mean what I said, alright? Look after Rias. Look after Grayfia. You're the only one who I trust."
"That's because you're taking everyone but me."
"This isn't a field trip you know."
"But I can help you—!"
Issei was cut off. "If we fail, there has to be a future for our family. For everything we fought for. We should be able to hold this thing for a couple of years. By that time, you and Vali will have grown strong enough. I'm sure of it."
Issei's anger surged, but he kept his voice steady. "Grayfia is your wife. She deserves to know the truth."
Sirzechs' eyes softened. "I know, and she will. Grayfia is wounded. Rias is also doing her part. They don't need to know. But not right now. What they need right now is hope, Issei. And you, more than anyone, can give them that."
Issei looked away, the weight of responsibility crushing him. "I don't know if I can do this…"
"Sure you can!" Sirzechs gave Issei a brotherly smile; proud and slightly jokish. "You're the Crimson Dragon Emperor. You've faced impossible odds before. Protect them, Issei. For all of us."
He returned Sirzechs' gaze, resolve hardening in his eyes. "This isn't over yet. I'll find a way to help you all. I won't let this be the end."
"I believe you all the way, Lil' Bro. Don't forget to bring us some beers." Sirzechs chuckled. "Now go. Take care of my wife. Give her a reason to smile."
As Sirzechs flew to the Isolation Barrier, he said to his little brother, "Hey, you remember that thing about Japanese Ninjas you told me?"
"Yeah." A small smile. "Every country has one, but the world only knows about Japan's because theirs sucked."
"Haha… ironic. You should tell my sister that sometimes. Maybe I'll tell it to Metatron."
"Will do—" The screen died as the hole in the sky slammed shut. "…Sirzechs?" Issei waited for a response that never came, his throat felt like being tied by an invisible noose as he choked out, "...Brother?"
⦕⦖
Issei didn't cry. He forced himself not to, almost threatening his own tears from spilling. Tears would come later, but for now, he had to stay strong. Others needed someone to lean on, and Issei had decided that someone would be him.
He dragged his legs through the miserable campsite. His brilliant crimson armor was damp with purplish beastling blood, and a trail of red followed his path as Ascalon slinked back to the gauntlet.
He passed mourning Devils and Fallen Angels, some sobbing tears of joy as the Beast's rampage finally ended. Relief and sorrow; an odd clash of feelings.
He couldn't find Vali, however. Possibly he had run off somewhere with his own band of misfits. Another complication Issei didn't need. Mulling over what could have been, the niggling 'what ifs', and as he struggled to keep himself awake, he arrived at her tent.
Though being the wife and Queen of Satan Lucifer, her tent was no different to others. A simple, hastily-arranged, dull green canvas enough to fit three cots, except she had the whole tent for herself.
Issei hesitated at the entrance. Grayfia preferred solitude.
'Here goes...'
Taking in a deep breath, Issei pushed aside the tent flap and stepped inside.
She was already sitting on the steel-framed bed. White bandages wrapped around her stomach and chest, and her silver hair was let down instead of her usual elegant braid.
In worrying silence, Grayfia stared at her lap, her gaze empty.
"Grayfia."
Their eyes met; her dulled silver eyes and his dreary coffee browns.
"…Issei…" she spoke, her voice dry. There was light surprise in her face as she saw his heavily bloodied state. She soon recognized the pungent scent of charred flesh and blood that gradually filled the room.
"I'm… uh…" Issei shuffled awkwardly on his feet. He'd punched Gods, and still he hadn't a shred of a clue on how to break bad news.
"...Where's Sirzechs?"
The question hung in the air, a sharp blade ready to fall. Issei's throat tightened. He forced himself to stay composed.
"He's… still fighting."
Her eyes shut, tears welling. She already knew, though that didn't make it any easier.
"No... he wouldn't... he wouldn't leave us..." Grayfia's face crumpled, her hands clutching the bandages on her chest. "He promised me... he promised he wouldn't leave me..."
She couldn't fault him for his choice, but that did not lessen the weight of the loss.
It was her decision to fight alongside him and the others, a bleak future that she was prepared for, a self-sought way of redemption after she had failed to keep their child safe. It was by her own selfish decision to end their relationship right then as well, but Grayfia wasn't sure if she was angry at Sirzechs or herself.
"I'm sorry." Was all he could offer. His armor clinked and clanked as he sat down on the craggy infernal soil, taking a break. He waited through her quiet tears.
One thing for damn sure, Issei couldn't feel further from a hero.
⦕⦖
After a while, Grayfia's sobs subsided. She was a strong-willed woman, and Issei knew she despised showing vulnerability.
"I want to wash my body," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"You and me both," Issei muttered, pushing himself up with more effort than he wanted. He needed rest soon. "I'll fetch someone-"
"I'd rather not be seen by anyone."
Issei paused. She could get pretty stubborn.
"What do you want me to do?"
Grayfia forced herself to sit on the edge of the bed, wincing as she did. Beside her bandages, she wasn't wearing anything else, and the pale green blanket was the only thing covering her from hips to thighs.
"Lend me a hand."
"Where to?" Everything in Hell was pretty much destroyed, but he didn't want to bring that up right now.
"Your home should be safe, no?" She let the blanket slide off her lap. Spattered with sweat, her skin glistened as a single drop rolled down from her neck, disappearing into the nook of the bandages. "You're soaked in blood yourself."
It was only a hunch, but he didn't like where this was heading. Normally he'd just stare at her body, and Grayfia was an extremely enticing sight for his eyes. But not at her current state. It didn't sit right for him.
It had taken the combined effort and patience of Rias and the girls to finally make some sense penetrate Issei's dense head, and he couldn't say he liked where this conversation might be heading.
"Look at me, Grayfia."
She avoided his eyes. "What are you scared of?"
"You're hurting; I understand. Doing what you're thinking of doing won't help."
"What do you mean?" She started to grit her teeth.
"I don't want you to do something you'll end up regretting," he said firmly, trying to convey his concern without pushing her further. Grief could drive people to seek comfort in ways that were ultimately harmful. He didn't want Grayfia to use him as a means to bury her pain, only to regret it later. He wanted to be there for her, to offer comfort and support, but not like this.
Yet in a spur of rage, she leapt from her bed and lunged towards him, a silver sphere of demonic power whirring by her hand. Issei didn't make a single move as she grabbed the edge of his chest armor, glaring at him with silver eyes full of fury.
"Who are you to decide what I may or may not regret?"
Grayfia's words hung in the air, her breathing heavy. She could feel the heat of her fury flare in her chest, the anger a scorching reminder of her weakness. The tightness in her throat only accentuated her frustration, and Issei's silence was almost as infuriating as his mere presence.
"Don't pity me," she spat, the silver globe pulsing with darkness. "I'm not so soft that I need to be coddled. I'm not some skittish maiden needing protection—" Before she could finish her sentence, her power dimmed and vanished, and Grayfia hacked and coughed out red into the ground.
As she fell forward like a doll with its strings cut, Issei caught her. She coughed some more, and she was fully resting her body against his, powerless all of a sudden.
"Please…" she croaked, disregarding his sarcasm and the scent of battle this assassin just had. "…I just… I just want to forget… If only for a moment."
"Grayfia…"
"No!" she cried, her voice breaking. "…This… this is too much… I can't do this."
They had won, but she felt utterly defeated. Despair consumed her heart, and in that moment of crushing defeat, she uttered three words she had never spoken in her life. Not when held captive and tortured by Rizevim and her own brother. But now, she felt broken.
"I've given up… can't you see?" She managed a weak smile through her tears, her gaze pleading. "I don't care if it is right or wrong… Just… just let me forget everything…"
Issei's heart shattered as he witnessed her pain, helpless in the face of her suffering. He held her close, his mouth set in a hard line, wishing he could take away her pain and give her the peace she so desperately craved.
She needed something to hold onto, even if it was just an illusion. He hesitated only for a moment. His hand brushed through her hair, soothing her distressed mind, feeling the hurricane of emotions she was struggling to contain.
"Alright. For you," he whispered as his free hand caressed her waist, pulling her body closer, feeling her chest rise and fall with each heaving breath. "Because I hate seeing you sad."
As his other hand slid to the back of her neck, his mouth found hers, and the kiss that followed was more desperate and soul-searching than he had ever shared. It was an exchange of pent-up pain and anguish, of solace, and release.
Grayfia's arms crept up, wrapping around Issei's neck, her fingers tangling in his messy nest of hair, pulling him in further. She cried softly into his mouth, feeling her heart race the moment his hand slid down to cup her breast, squeezing it gently.
The effect of the kiss was instantaneous as her body responded with a shudder that coursed through her.
He would be her ruin.
-ЖЖЖ-
He had her sit by a red plastic chair as he undressed, shedding his outfit one by one, his track pants coming off last, leaving only his green boxer briefs. It wasn't that he wanted to wear all black; it's just that he ran out of his brighter clothes during the near-apocalypse.
Issei knew there would be underlying tones of regret for what he was about to do, but the Devil in him couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Grayfia. She was a remarkable woman, both physically and mentally. Few could rival her beauty and elegance, and even fewer could match her temper when she was truly angry.
But now, she was at her most vulnerable. He forced himself to see her not as the Queen of Annihilation or Sirzechs' wife, but as a wounded soul seeking comfort.
He turned the tap and the shower soon drizzled. He briefly washed himself with ice cold water, ridding the foul scent off him, before setting the shower to hot as he began to wash her.
"Nnh…" A faint moan escaped Grayfia's lips as hot water flowed over her skin. Her eyelids fluttered, her mind momentarily blank. It washed down the reddish mix of blood and sweat, replacing their place with crystal clear water droplets as they traveled down her curves. Some soaked her bandages, some puddled by her thighs.
The warmth seeped into her bones, and her mind seemed to quiet, chasing away her misery, if only for a while. The maiden in her sighed, her energy depleting, her eyes almost closing.
She had her legs locked together, preventing him from seeing all of her, but doing so only increased his desires. And she knew.
"Here you go." He handed her the showerhead for her to continue rinsing herself.
Kneeling down, Issei started to undo the wrappings around her waist and chest. Her wounds were sealed, but red and blue bruises marred her pearly skin. The faint outline of her lightly-toned stomach came into view as he brushed his hand over them, feeling the firmness and the softness of her trained body.
He continued to unfurl her wet bandages, steadily unraveling her chest, subconsciously taking a long glance as the lower part of her breasts came to view, and once more at the pink shade of the faint ring around her nipples. Her breasts bounced lightly, melting to their natural positions as he plucked away the last of her wrappings,
There was something so disarming about seeing a woman as resolute as her naked. There was a vulnerability in her eyes impossible to resist. His eyes traveled from her face, the soft red blush splayed on her cheeks, to her delicate collar bone, subtle in the light, then to her breasts. With nothing holding them, they sat lower, more natural, less close together, each so perfect and molded to her figure.
He didn't linger on them too long, just enough to convey how breathtaking she was to him, a fool who thought he could play hero. It was her eyes that he wanted to see. She wasn't as delicate in hiding her feelings as she'd thought. Her silver eyes often betrayed her, conveying the emotions she wanted to cloak.
Behind the tiredness, there were yearnings within her eyes as she stared at Issei's rugged physique, mesmerized by the way his muscles created small shadows, lining his own shape, the faint battle scars that were yet to heal.
So imperfect compared to hers, yet she was as intoxicated by it as he was to hers.
Noticing the way she looked at him wasn't much different from his girls, Issei suppressed his urge to say anything smart.
As if on cue, she handed him the showerhead just as he was about to take it. He promptly placed it in its hanger, then squeezed a bottle of liquid soap on his hands. As he scrubbed his hands altogether, creating fluffy white foams, he nudged at her, beckoning her to stand.
Grayfia complied without a word. Though shaky, she held herself to stand up in front of him with her back facing him. She flinched as he rubbed her shoulders, before sighing and groaning as he massaged them. The shower continued to pour as white steam began to rise.
She pulled her long silver hair to her front as he cleaned her back, letting him feel the delicate lines of her figure as her breaths warmed. Grayfia closed her eyes as Issei's hands kneaded her tense muscles, easing the gnawing ache in her shoulders. Her breath fluttered as she relaxed.
Her back arched slightly as he rubbed her arms, moving fluidly down her spine. The friction between his thumbs and the crevice of her spine sent jolts of pleasure through her. A throbbing warmth spread between her thighs, causing her to clench them slightly.
"Ah…" she leaked a moan as his arms slinked under hers and cupped her breasts, massaging them with the slippery soap, purposely tucking her nipples between his fingers as he wanted to draw more of her indecent voices - succeeding at it too.
She couldn't stop the soft whines that escaped her lips as his hands continued their downward journey. Couldn't stop pressing herself against his touch. The combination of soreness and arousal was a whirlwind she could not ignore, and the lingering anticipation was making her body shiver.
She needed this, she assured herself. Steeling herself.
"Nnh!" Grayfia gasped as Issei's teeth raked the sensitive skin at the crook of her neck. She let out a needy moan, her head tilting further to present her neck, exposing more of her skin.
Her cooperation was rewarded with a fervent series of bites and kisses along her skin while his hands wandered down to the plains of her stomach, coating her in transparent soap whilst simultaneously caressing her. To her hips, then back to her stomach, before up to her breasts.
She ran her hand across his neck, rummaging his brown hair as she let out a whine when his finger brushed her clit, an obvious tease as he didn't go any further.
She turned around to face him, lifting her arms up as she drew her hair to her back. After another brief ogle of her chest, he immediately harassed her neck with more nips and kisses, suckling on her skin. His hands slid down from her sides to the back of her waist, giving her plump rear a greedy squeeze, resulting with her surprised shriek.
"Ah! —You dare…" Her glare was fleeting as Grayfia tilted her head back, her sighs growing louder the closer his kisses were to her lips. "...Nh…"
"You reek of blood." She muttered between her sighs.
He gave her a confused look. "Who taught you how to flirt?"
She giggled and smiled at last, after a long time.
And it brought a dose of clarity in her. There would be no return from this. She knew. He knew.
A flicker of doubt crossed her silver eyes, and the thought of hurting Rias burdened her with guilt.
"...We shouldn't do this…"
"It's too late for that." He firmly said. He believed it. "...I want this. Do you?"
She swallowed. Of course she did. But the consequences—
"Let's just… not think about those things," he urged. "...Let's be irresponsible for a bit. Get drunk from my bad influences. We… We're both exhausted and frustrated."
Upon seeing the pain in his eyes, realizing she wasn't the only one with losses, Grayfia decided then.
"Intoxicate me, then."
As his fingers swirled around her nipples, he stood back and gazed at her, his gaze laden with sin. Grayfia trembled as he cupped her breast, squeezing her mound, fiddling her nipples to bounce freely in the steamy environment.
"Do you know what they call you behind your back?"
"What? The Boob Fiend?"
Grayfia's warm laughter mingled with the sound of water. Despite the tension between them, an undeniable chemistry was igniting, trampling the boundaries that once dictated their actions.
"Yes, I have heard of it," Issei added with a grin as he released her nipple and leaned in to nibble the shell of her right ear.
Grayfia shivered, the sensation of his hot breath sending delightful tingles down her spine. "You enjoy being called that, don't you?"
"...Well. You're not wrong. I think it's funny."
"So what makes you different from other men?" Grayfia's breath hitched as he took her nipple in his mouth, nibbling it gently before flicking it with his tongue. "...Nhh…mmh… drooling over my body… "
"To be honest, I don't know," he whispered between his bites. "I just want to make people smile, Grayfia."
"Then you're halfway there…" she moaned, clenching the hand which still grasped his wrist, letting her head fall back, her eyes closed in pure bliss. The release she sought crept near, manipulated by the wickedness of the man she was never meant to let in. The Servant of her sister was now her tormentor and savior, the lure of sin couldn't be denied, and Grayfia had been a sinful Devil always wanting more.
"You're quite adept, Issei." Grayfia's fingers brushed against her clit, her breath catching, her hips rolling forward in anticipation as she looked at him with carnal hunger in her silver eyes. "Look at what you've turned me to…"
Issei's eyes widened as she revealed her slick entrance, the steam hiding the flushed hue of her skin. She was relinquishing more and more boundaries, her submission to her wanton desires showing in her every move.
Her hips moved in slow circles, her other hand moving to brace herself on the shower wall. Her face showed a mixture of lust, vulnerability, and surrender as she thrust her fingers inside, seeking to relieve herself from the crescendo of carnal urges. The fragrant scent of her arousal permeated the room, mingling with the soap and water.
His own lust skyrocketed at the spectacle before him, how her hips rolled and her tits swayed, the sight of her touching herself, her pussy glistening with her own juices, her fingers sinking into her core. While there was a trace of guilt, the hunger in her eyes was too enticing. Her confession and submission made him hard as a rock against the insides of his boxers.
He released her nipple and stepped forward, gently pushing her hand away.
He moved in front of Grayfia, cupping her cheek with one hand while his other hand coaxed her fingers away from her slit, replacing them with his own. The feel of her wetness sent a jolt of need his way, and he curled his fingers to tease her insides.
The Queen of Hell let out a shaky breath, her body trembling as he stroked her, the sensation intensifying as she began to lose herself in the rhythm. Her peaked nipples danced to the pace of her racing heartbeat. She couldn't stop the moans that escaped her lips, those soft, sweet sounds of weakness that revealed how far she had fallen.
"You're impossible to resist," Issei purred as he devoured Grayfia's lips in a fiery, consuming kiss.
Their tongues intertwined, exploring each other in a heated dance. They moaned into each other's mouths, their bodies pressed tightly, no gap left unexplored as the shower kept on running.
Grayfia could no longer deny the craving, the hunger inside her. Her fingers continued to work against her throbbing clit, her other hand slipped down to caress her drenched folds. Her movements grew more erratic, her moans louder, and more desperate.
The room was now filled with the melody of wet slaps and the sound of their breathless pleas. Issei reached out, his fingers gently gliding between her folds, allowing her slick essence to coat his fingertips. The sight of her so close to the edge, the sweet torture of her submission, was enough to intoxicate him.
His calloused thumb brushed against her clit, sending sparks through her. "Tell me what you want, Grayfia. Tell me how I can make you feel even better."
The water continued to cascade over them, a serene backdrop to the tempest raging inside her. She had never before known such a yearning, nor did she wish to experience it, especially not with Issei. But right now, she couldn't care.
The heady mixture of pleasure and arousal clouded her mind, making her feel reckless, like she could do anything to satiate her desires, blasphemous thoughts dancing in her head.
"Make me forget..." Her voice was soft, tainted with the agony of her condition and the sweet agony of her lust. "Keep touching me. Make me forget everything…" she confessed, a pained smile trembling on her lips.
"I want to be yours here, in this moment, to lose myself in you." Tears glistened in her eyes, a silent plea for release, for escape, for what she sorely needed.
HIs eyes darkened, his lips a heartbeat away from hers as he whispered, "Close your eyes, Grayfia."
Obediently, she let her lids flutter shut, her body trembling with anticipation. Her head fell back as she felt him caress her, his fingers sliding along her folds, gathering her juices, and then slipping inside her.
A moan escaped her lips as her back arched forward, her luscious tits pressed against his sculpted body. Her hands meekly clutched at the wall as she surrendered and let everything go.
"Yes, please, Issei, do not stop, do not make me remember," she pleaded, every ounce of self-control slipping away, her body quivering. "I...I want you inside me."
Her breath hitched as his touch intensified.
"Please..." she begged, her lowest, most vulnerable self exposed. Her eyes pleaded with him, her thighs shaking, ready to crumble under the force of the storm brewing within.
"...Fuck me…" A murmur of urgency left her lips as her hand traveled his waist, deftly pulling out his throbbing member.
Grayfia stared at him, feeling a mix of fright and fascination. She licked her lips, the bland taste of water mixing with the saltiness of her own tears. Her eyes never left the sight as she took him into her trembling hand.
Issei's chest rose and fell, the sound of water and steam muffling their heartbeats. He was acutely aware of his own desire for her. All he could think was her. Not Rias, not Asia, not Akeno — no one but Grayfia Lucifuge, the stoic Queen that had crumbled into pieces.
"No need to beg. I'm here for you now," he whispered. His fingers sank as he gripped both her asscheeks, pulling her closer that his tip smooched her entrance.
"Mmmnh…ah!" Grayfia's breath hitched, her eyes fluttering shut as anticipation clawed through her. "Just... don't stop," she murmured, welcoming him into her with an almighty shudder. A shiver ran through her as she felt the hardness and the coldness of the shower wall against her back.
Issei bit back a growl, feeling her hot walls enveloping him, a sensation that sent a low groan rumbling through his chest. He pushed a little further, molding into her perfectly, his hands cupping her breasts to support her as they rocked together.
"Harder!" Grayfia rasped as he thrust into her, her moans fighting the sounds of their slapping flesh. The cold, hard surface was a harsh contrast to the scorching desire welling up inside her.
When her eyes fluttered open, her gaze locked with Issei's, mirroring the lust burning in his eyes.
As he quickened his pace, her moans grew louder, her hips rocking to match his rhythm, a frenzied dance birthed from the depths of their carnal cravings. The water poured down, its noise a fitting crescendo to their coupling.
"A-Aaah… nhm! Mh! Ah!" As her mewling grew louder, it stoked the fire in him as her body strained from his powerful thrusts. Her fingers dug into the wall, nails leaving pale crescents in the tiled surface. Issei's name escaped her lips in a breathy, desperate plea as her juices ran down her thighs.
She tensed as her climax approached, her muscles clenching, gripping his broad shoulders as her cries filled the room.
"I'm cumming—!" Grayfia spasmed as her orgasm slammed into her, the room and everything fading away as ecstasy enveloped her senses. Her body arched, her fingers clutching him desperately as her walls tightened, greedily squeezing his member.
"Rrrgh—" Issei didn't stop. He didn't want to. She was tightening. It was far too late to stop. He didn't want to give her room to breathe. As per her own wish, he kept on fucking her, each thrust driving her further into euphoria.
The falling water became a sensory blur, a white noise that drowned her carnal cries and his hushed groans.
As Grayfia rode her orgasm, she was vaguely aware of his thick shaft twitching inside her, his body shuddering, his groans muffled by the torrent overhead. The thoughts that plagued her mind not an hour ago had been replaced by pure craving. She felt alive, and the Devil in her reveled in it.
Finally, Grayfia shuddered as his body tensed, another low growl escaping his lips as he pulsed deeply inside her. The room seemed to stand still, a world of their own, immersed in the afterglow.
"Ha… hah…. Haha…" He stilled within her, his hands supporting her weight as he caught his breath, while Grayfia tucked her head under his, hearing his thundered heartbeat. Her heart hammered, her mind swimming in a haze, and yet, still, she wanted more.
Slowly, Issei pulled out of her, leaving her slick folds quivering with need. She bit her lip, not wanting their brief respite coming to an end. Her eyes met his, a mixture of vulnerability, desire, and gratitude swimming in her gaze.
The silence between them hung heavy, a weight thudding in the air as they both breathed deeply, attempting to ground themselves in the reality that awaited them. They were prisoners of a world that didn't understand the allure of sin, a world they would soon return to, with the crushing responsibilities and unyielding battles that awaited.
…She didn't want to return. She didn't want him to leave either. She didn't want to be alone.
Her eyes looked at him as she traced her fingers down, drawing the slick mixture of their release glistening in the shower's dim light.
Her voice barely a whisper, she crooned, "...I want more..."
A wicked glint flickered in her gaze as she brought her fingers to her plump lips, her tongue flicking out to lick the mingled essence of their passion. The act was both primal and seductive, a silent invitation to continue their sinful exploration.
Issei had to swallow at the sight, his body already responding with a renewed hunger, hungry for the wet heat of her body. He stepped closer, his hands finding their way to her waist, pulling her flush against his hard length.
As he lifted her thighs, positioning her so that she could wrap her legs around his waist, her nails clambered around his neck.
"Oh…!" She cried out softly as he rammed into her, the force of his entry driving her further into the wall.
He took it slow at first, drawing out until only his cockhead remained buried in her, and slowly filled her up again, ensuring to graze and push against the roof her pussy. Her eyes fluttered shut, her head rolling back, her body trembling in response.
"Yes…" she whispered, fueling his desire. "Right—ngh! Th—there…" Her tongue slipped between her lips, her body overwhelmed by the onslaught of pleasure.
Suddenly, he slammed into her, and her head snapped back, nearly hitting the wall behind her. Grayfia's nails dug into his back, her hips rocking to meet his thrusts.
He fucked her relentlessly, their bodies slick with sweat and water, her moans and his groans melding into a single, shattering harmony. Grayfia's mind spun, her climax boiling beneath the surface, waiting for the final spark.
Grayfia's blissful moans leaked and filled the bathroom with her voice. She craned her neck back as he violated her skin, leaving god-knows how many marks over her. The swelling heat in her pelvis swept up through her breasts and into her head. Her face flushed, strings of silver hair matted on her cheeks and lips.
Her body trembled as he fucked her faster, ripping out gasps from her throat. The world blurred as her eyes rolled upwards. She hated herself for loving it this much.
"I-Issei!" When the moment arrived, it tore through her like a tidal wave, her body bucking violently as spurts of her juice coated his shaft and abs. Issei followed close behind, fingers digging to her thighs as he came.
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As he pulled out of her, a lewd string connecting them both, the lingering heat of their lust still evident on their flushed features. Grayfia shuddered, the lingering sensations of their passion fading, leaving her with the bittersweet aftertaste of their closeness.
She lay against him, her head resting on his chest as she listened to his drumming heart. She felt his arms wrapping around her like a comforting cocoon. A momentary sanctuary from the pain that assailed her. He held her close, his chest rising and falling with each breath, his heartbeat a soothing rhythm that lulled her.
The water continued to pour, the noise a comforting distraction from the world outside. Grayfia didn't speak. Her silence spoke loudest even against the shower. Testament to the depths of her emotions, while her mind drifted elsewhere, lost in thoughts of the past and the uncertain future.
She clung to the warmth of his embrace, her fingers absently weaving through his chest, a plea for solace in the storm that was her life. Amidst the tumult, this brief moment of calm was a lifeline.
Issei rubbed her back, his own thoughts a swirling tide of concern and empathy. He knew that he could not ease her burden, but, at least for this moment, he could offer her comfort.
"...I'm sorry for involving you in this," she whispered, regret carrying her words. "...I don't know who else I can turn to."
His hand slid over her cheek, his thumb gently brushing away a loose strand of damp hair. "You aren't alone, Grayfia," he said softly, his voice heavy with desire and something more, a tenderness that showed in his eyes. "...We both didn't mean for this to happen, but I'm glad it did."
Her usually steely gaze flitted down, her cheeks slightly flushed. "As am I," she replied, her voice a husky whisper.
Grazing her chin, his thumb brushed against her bottom lip, a gentle caress that belied the fiery passion they had just shared.
"How can I make you happy?" he asked sincerely. "You're strong but tender, powerful yet vulnerable. While I'm just—me."
Grayfia's heart swelled at Issei's earnest query, the sincerity in his voice enough to disarm even the hardest of hearts. Hers included.
She was reminded he was just a young man who desired to be more reliable. It was perhaps his most admirable quality, other than the ferocity he displayed when it came to protecting his women. Sometimes, Grayfia had to wonder if Rias was aware of how much Issei cherished her. The lengths he'd gone to.
Upon picturing herself in Rias' place, her blush deepened, a streak of red across her pearly white cheeks, her eyes lowering once more in response to his touch.
"You're so much more than you think..."
His thumb continued to tease her lips, his eyes searching hers. Perhaps worried if she was just saying that to make him feel better.
She saw the doubt in his eyes, and her delicate fingers traced the contours of his face, fingertips brushing against his jaw.
"By sharing in my burden, you have brought me joy…" she said, "And your touch…" she added, her voice barely above a breath, her gaze flickering over his body. "...Your strength, your passion, they offer an escape. When I'm with you, I'm not the Queen of Annihilation. Just a she-devil craving the warmth of another's embrace..."
Her fingers drifted over his chest, her touch tender, so tender as her eyes stared into his."Give me that, if you can, and you will make me happy. Make me feel wanted and cherished… and… don't leave me."
Issei gulped.
"I swear I'll be extremely careful with you, Grayfia," he promised, firmly yet gently holding her hand. "...F-For now at least," he cleared his hoarse throat. "I think… it's better for us… and for everyone around us, if we keep this one just between us..."
A part of her knew that their encounter could not be repeated, that the circumstances of their chance encounter were a rarity. Yet, for now, she allowed herself to cherish this moment. Fleeting as it might.
Grayfia allowed herself a faint, relieved smile as she pulled her hand from Issei's grasp, the water continuing to pour around them. She stood, her gaze never leaving his.
"I understand," she nodded, her silver eyes meeting his russet brown once more. There was a newfound trust shining in her depths. "As long as you are there."
For a moment, they stood there in silence.
"...Then what if I want more?" Grayfia's chuckle was a silken thread, weaving through the steamy air, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "What if you want more, Issei?"
"...Well..." Issei blabbered, suddenly feeling shy because with a sensual body like her, it was impossible to not want more. "...I would need your consent first, I think…"
Her face softened, her eyes filled with a compassionate understanding.
"You have my consent, Issei," she whispered, her voice barely audible above the sound of the shower. "Whenever you desire… My world has crumbled, but with you… I feel safe."
Their gazes met, and soon enough, so did their lips. A silent, unyielding bond forged in the intimacy of their shared secret. They had stepped beyond the boundaries that divided them, finding solace and desire in the other's arms.
Feeling braver, Issei went for it. "…Round three…?"
Initially surprised, Grayfia found herself smiling softly.
"...Pervert," she teased, her tone filled with affectionate exasperation. "...You really are an uninhibited Dragon, aren't you?"
His smile was wry and sheepish. "...Yes?"
"My body is quite sore, but…" Though she shook her head, Grayfia sank to her knees as rivulets of water rained upon her back. "Feel free to use my mouth."
Issei watched in awe as she wrapped her hand around his cock, her grip firm, her touch experienced. A shiver ran down his spine as she leaned forward, her lips parting to engulf the head of his erection.
"Mhmmh—" Grayfia's tongue flicked against the sensitive tip, her cheeks hollowing as she took him deeper. Her eyes met his, the fire in their silver depths mirroring the heat that coursed through her veins.
Issei's hand brushed through her hair, his breath catching in his throat as she sucked him. He groaned, the pleasure building almost immediately. She easily took his whole girth and length, her slick throat encasing his cock, her lips sliding along the length, leaving trails of red lipsticks while her tongue teasing the vein that ran down the underside.
"Oh—oh hell," Issei braced his hands against the wall, his world shrinking until it was nothing but the intensity of Grayfia's lips, the heat of her breath, and the rhythmic suction that brought him to the brink of release.
Each bob of her head, each flick of her tongue, was proof of her willingness to indulge in the carnal pleasure they shared.
Issei's desire, however, fueled by the heady mix of Grayfia's skill and their shared secret, flared into a ravenous hunger. His hands fisted in her hair, his grip firm as he started to thrust, driving into her willing throat.
"GHK—?!" Grayfia's eyes widened at the sudden, aggressive shift in his movements, her breasts jiggling and nipples hardening that instance as clear fluids spurted out from her pussy.
Her body tensed before resigning itself to the pace he set. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her fingers digging into his skin, the sign of her commitment to please him, no matter the method.
"Mmfh— Agh— Mmh! I-Isshei— gh—!" His dominant aggression was met with Grayfia's unyielding acceptance. Sounds of suffering and pleasure blended, the evidence of her arousal betraying her words.
By the time Issei finally pulled out, spent and weak, Grayfia sagged against the wall, her body trembling, sitting on the puddle of her own juice mixed with his seed.
The relentless onslaught of pleasure had left her breathless, her lips red and swollen, eyes heavy-lidded. His release was still thick and glistening on her lips. Her tongue snaked out, licking the evidence of his pleasure from her lips, her eyes never wavering from his.
Through her hazy vision, she breathed, "...You're… you're a monster…"
Her throat felt raw, the remnants of their passionate exchange evident in the way it ached with each ragged breath she drew. But even as she struggled to catch her breath, Grayfia could not help but feel a sense of satisfaction, a contentment that somehow eased the weight of the world off her shoulders.
Even if it was only for a moment.