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To their credit, the priests didn't back down at the appearance of Damian's appearance as they met them head on in their charge with their weapons raised as they all shouted out a myriad of curses and praises for God.
Raven disappeared in the blink of an eye then reappeared a little ways away, her blade stained with blood before three of the priests fell into pieces. She smirked before locking blades with another priest while Cinder blasted another that was trying to strike Raven from behind. The Bishop rolled to a knee and shot fire from her palms, spinning around and burning any that tried to get close to her. So the priests opted to using their guns instead, but Cinder was quick on her feet to avoid them.
Erza twirled her swords around as she locked blades with a group of priests. They were decent fighters at best as they defended well, but she wasn't one of the most skilled swordswoman in the world for a reason, and easily killed the priests after nearly five minutes of duelling with them.
"When will I ever get one that can challenge me? Aside from Damian." Erza muttered under her breath before narrowing her eyes as more priests came at her and she summoned a circle of swords around her. "Now, dance my swords!"
The priests screamed as the swords came right at them.
Nearby, Moka and Tifa were fighting hand-to-hand, and enjoying themselves as they always did. Moka grabbed two priests by their throats and swueezed hard enough to make their heads explode and shower her with blood, much to her delight as she sadistically grinned before licking some of the blood off her.
"Hmm, stale and sour but tasteful enough." She commented.
Tifa shook her head at her fellow Rook while backhanding a priest without looking. "I swear, I'll never understand you and commenting on the taste of blood."
"Because you aren't a Vampire." Moka smirked at her before she charged at another priest, while the black-haired Rook watched before she focused on her own battle.
Damian was battling his own group of priests, and looking quite bored as he did so. Could he easily kill them? yes, but where's the fun in outright taking away a chance for them to think they can take him on? It's a lot more fun for them to slowly realize they can't beat him. So he kept parrying and blocking their sword strikes with ease, all the while yawning in utter boredom while internally enjoying their growing disbelief and fear as they begun to realize he was toying with them on purpose.
Damian kicked one priest in the face, sending him flying into the wall, shot a beam of fire into the chest of a second which incinerated him into ashes, then slashed a third diagonally from the neck to the hip, before spinning around and driving his blade through the face of a fourth. As he watched the body topple with the sword still impaled through the face, Damian clenched his right fist as it became covered in an aura of darkness, the light in the room provided by the candles dwindling and almost being snuffed out.
Raynare's eyes widened as she felt the power coming from the grandson of Lucifer.
Damian slammed his arm into the ground and not a moment sooner a large dark shadow spread out from his arm and across he room. The priests all looked down at the ground in confusion for a brief moment before suddenly large jagged spikes erupted from the ground, impaling the various men and women and hoisting them high into the air.
"The Primordial Power of Darkness." Raynare whispered with fear at seeing the power of the Lucifer Clan, a power unrivalled by any other Clan power. Not even the Bael's infamous Power of Destruction came close to surpassing or equalling it. It was a power that could bend shadows and everything dark to the user's will, the very essence of darkness at the user's fingertips.
Just hoq much was Damian holding back in their fight if he didn't resort to using that power to easily kill her?
"Holy shit..." Issei said with wide eyes as he, Kiba and Koneko all stared in shock at the scene before them.
'A good thing he's on our side.' Issei thought, fearing what could happen if Damian had been an enemy.
Damian rolled his shoulders and twisted his hand around a little before getting back to fighting with his sword, then looked over at the Gremory Devils. "Are you just going to stand there and watch or are you going to fight?"
Koneko and Kiba shook themselves out of their stupor first before charging into the frey.
"Issei, go!" Kiba called to the Pawn while deflecting a priest's sword. "We'll cover you!"
"...get to your girlfriend, pervert." Koneko said in her usual monotone voice while chokeslamming a priest to the floor, cracking it from the use of her Rook strength.
Issei smiled at them gratefully and charged straight for the alter, running up the steps and found Raynare waiting for him. He tensed, ready for a fight as he summoned his Sacred Gear. But rather than fighting, Raynare simply smirked, a hand on her hip, and stepped to the side while gesturing towards Asia.
Issei looked at the unconscious nun and stepped towards her. "Asia..." He whispered, solemn at the fact she was dying.
"I suppose you deserve a reward for making it this far." Raynare mused then snapped her fingers, making the chains holding Asia up on the cross come undone. The nun fell into Issei's arms, the Pawn falling to his knees as soon as he had her in his arms.
"Asia." Issei said, but got no response from the girl. "Asia, wake up!"
Raynare sighed and rolled her eyes while summoning a Holy lance. "Much as I'd like to see this touching moment go on, I think it's best I put you out of your misery then get the hell out of here before the Devil of Death comes for me next." She raised the lance, ready to strike Issei down while the Pawn shielding Asia's body.
However, Damian slammed into Raynare hard, slamming her straight through the ceiling of the room and up into the main room of the church, where he threw her into several seats.
"Gah!" Raynare cried out from both the impact of slamming into the seats, and also the feeling of her right shoulder popping out of it's socket. She fell to her knees and, while gritting her teeth, pushed it back into place which made her scream in pain.
"I believe you owe me a rematch." Damian said, landing on the ground with Mortem at his side.
"Oh please!" Raynare hissed, pushing herself to her feet while using Twilight Healing to numb the pain from having her shoulder dislocated then pushed back into it's socket. "I beat you at the park!"
Damian rolled his eyes at her. "I wasn't even taking you seriously, nor are you on any level that requires me to do so. You only walked away from that fight because you were more useful to me alive for the moment... a reason that I no longer have. All I wanted to know was what a group of Fallen Angels were doing in Devil territory, but I believe tonight has presented its answers to me. A shame you may die on this night, you have potential to be more."
Raynare gritted her teeth, glaring at him. "I will show you what I'm capable of!" She yelled as she summoned two Light Spears and threw them at him, with them exploding on contact. But Damian shot through the resulting smoke and the raven-haired Fallen Angel quickly had to jump to the side to avoid getting smashed into the chairs.
"Yes, because stealing someone's Sacred Gear, especially one reserved for healing, is showing me that." Damian remarked sarcastically with a roll of his eyes while kicking a bench aside.
"I'll teach you not to mock me!" Raynare screamed in fury while forming a javelin of holy energy and threw it towards Damian who ducked under the spear and launched himself at her, making her eyes widen before she was dropkicked in the chest, sending her slamming into the wall hard that she hacked up blood after hitting the floor. Raynare wiped the blood from her lips and looked up just in time for Damian to drive his boot into her stomach, making her cough in pain. Damian then grabbed her by her hair and threw her across the room and into the alter back-first, watching her crumple to the floor in pain.
"This is honestly boring." Damian sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he approached her.
Using Twilight Healing to heal herself, Raynare shot to her feet with a scream of fury and summoned a Holy Lance, swinging it at Damian who blocked her attacks with Mortem, then sidestepped, ducked, and leaned back to avoid her attacks.
"Slow." He ducked a side swing. "Sloppy." He sidestepped another attack. "Sad!"
"STOP MOCKING ME!" Raynare shouted in rage, before grunting as she was backhanded to the floor.
"You are out of your league, Raynare." He tutted mockingly while shaking his head. "A Devil I may be, but I worked my ass off to get to where I'm at with blood, sweat and tears. With brutal training from my parents and some of my parents' servants. I didn't just go around stealing from others... I earned my strength through dedication. You could've been one of the strongest of your kind if you had committed yourself to achieve such a goal. If there's one thing I despise most, it's those who steal from others and try to pass it off as 'earning' their strength rather than busting their ass off to get stronger through training. You have to train hard to be as strong as you desire, for no matter what you believe you will accomplish with Twilight Healing... you will always be weak but have locked potential."
Raynare tried to retort but was in too much pain and dazed from having a boot slam into her head and also have her head slammed into the wall. She was lucky she didn't have any possible brain damage, but his words were hitting her pride and pissing her off. She raised her hand to form a weapon but Damian stabbed his sword through it, causing Raynare to scream in pain.
"You think Twilight Healing is going to make you unstoppable? Unkillable? Untouchable?" A dark smirk formed on Damian's face as his eyes glowed a demonic red while he formed a dagger of darkness, making Raynare's eyes widen as he removed his boot from her head, then pulled his sword out of her arm before throwing her to the floor where he quickly pinned her down with his knee on her stomach. He hovered the dagger over her chest, making Raynare's eyes widen with horror and fear. "let's put that to the test, shall we?"
He slowly drove the dagger into Raynare's chest and chuckled darkly as the Fallen Angel screamed in agony...
Half a mile away, Rias and Akeno had been watching Irene toy with the Fallen Angels, batting away their attacks while hardly going for any of her own. They stopped when they felt a surge of dark, malevolent energy coming from the Church.
"Hmm, looks like Damian is intent on punishing your leader." Irene remarked casually, sensing the energy and knew it belonged to her King.
"That's Damian?" Rias looked at her, surprised.
"Of course. He is the grandson of Lucifer himself, after all." Irene said with a grin. "And if we can feel that energy, then it means someone has seriously annoyed him."
Akeno blinked. "He's just annoyed?"
Irene nodded. "I'd hazard a guess that he's busy putting the leader of this motley crew in her place."
Mittelt glared at Irene. "Don't you dare mock us, bitch!"
Irene rolled her eyes. "You three have barely managed to touch me and are more like a fly buzzing around me. A commendable effort to try and fight rather than running away, I'll give you that, but this game is ending here. My King will need the rest mopped up, and you three have bored me enough."
With that, she pointed her staff at them and the tip of it began to glow red while the eyes of the Fallen Angel trio widened...
Damian was sure Raynare was going to have a hoarse, raspy voice for a while with how long she screamed in pain, but he didn't really care about that at the moment as he stood up and admired his handiwork of her broken, beaten down form, a large slash in the center of her chest. She looked like she took on Jack the Ripper and lost... ish.
Damian exhaled and held up his right hand, looking at Twilight Healing that he had pulled out of her after leaving the slash on her chest. His attention shifted as his Peerage arrived along with Kiba, Koneko, and Issei who was carrying a deceased Asia. The eyes of the Gremory servants widened at the sight of Raynare's beaten form.
"Holy shit..." Issei whispered with wide eyes as he looked at his unconscious ex-girlfriend's body.
It was then that the doors opened, and in walked Rias, Akeno and Irene.
"I take it that it's over then." Rias stated more than asked as she approached her future husband.
Damian shrugged. "Just finishing up." He looked at his Queen as she came to stand at his side. "I take it the other three are dead?"
Irene huffed. "Of course. Did you expect me to spare them?"
"No." Damian shook his head.
"So... are you going to kill her, or should I?" Rias said as she came to stand next to Damian and gestured towards Raynare.
"Can I drink from her?" Moka asked with a dark gleam in her red eyes. "I haven't tasted Fallen Angel blood, and she does look so drinkable~" She licked her lips.
"I say we just kill her and be done with it." Raven shrugged before she looked at Damian. "Or send her back where they came from but humiliated and left so broken and beaten that she won't ever show her face again. Like say... crucify her and send her back to the rest of her kind, it would send a powerful message. Death is too easy at times."
"For some, yes." Damian agreed before he grinned as a thought came to him, one that he knew would make his grandfather proud. "But I have something much better in mind for her..."
Damian let out a stressed sigh as he approached his bathroom after bringing Raynare up to speed about her new position. Well, he wouldn't say he brought her up to speed, more so watched her reacting to finding out she was a Devil and his servant now. Needless to say, she was not happy and most likely would've attacked him then and there if she was daring enough. She wasn't stupid or crazy enough to take on the one called 'Devil of Death'.
He had been holding back in their fight, after all, and she came out of it with more bruises and scrapes than he did.
'At least she's got some resistance in her. That's good. I'd hate to have a servant who is too submissive and complying with everything I say.' Damian thought. He liked that the women he picked for his Peerage had resistence in them and weren't submissive out of fear or anything like that. He wasn't like other Devils who were hard on their servants and truly embodied what humans thought of them.
But that doesn't mean Damian was as kind-hearted as the Gremories were with their servants. He's lenient, not kind-hearted. He's a Lucifer, it was in his blood to at times show off his dominance.
Shaking his head, Damian stepped into the bathroom and instantly noticed the steam, and the sound of running water, before his eyes went straight to the shower. Like his penthouse was luxurious, so was his bathroom, with one of those doorless shower cubicles but a side wall was there.
And he beheld the sight of his beautiful Queen, Irene, naked and showering, her hair loose and free of the braids she normally wore.
"Oh, shit." Damian muttered to himself, as he moved further into the bathroom. His muttering didn't go unheard by Irene, who poked her head just out of the shower.
"What's up, Damian?"
"Well, I was going to take a shower..." Damian said, gesturing to said shower. His Queen merely giggled in reply before beckoning him to join her.
"You know you're always welcome to join me~" She purred seductively, eyes half-lidded and giving a sexy bite of her lip.
Damian snorted then cast a spell that made all his clothing vanish, though it'll reappear in his wardrobe. He approached his showering Queen, who stood under the shower head, watching him like a hawk while her hands caressed her soaking wet body, cleaning herself.
As soon as he was in, Irene pulled him close and began to wash him, her hands roaming his body, massaging his muscles and shoulders and she hummed.
"You're stressed." She pointed out.
Damian sighed, knowing he could never hide anything from her. She knew him too well. "Just the events of tonight, and the latest addition to the group."
"Yes, the little crow." Irene said, smirking a little. "Or is it former crow now? I take it that she didn't take too kindly to finding out she's a Devil."
"Why ask the questions you already know the answer to?" Damian retorted, earning an amused chuckle from his redheadeded Queen as she continued to wash him and herself.
"Well, not to worry, with a little time and touch from me, she'll be adjusting in no time." Irene said, her smirk turning darker as she thought of ways to 'break' Raynare into the Peerage. Ranging from emotional, physical, to even sexual.
The ex-Fallen Angel was a knockout, and Irene couldn't wait to test her in the bedroom before she'd have the honor of gracing their King's bed. Irene did it with the others, including her daughter..
"Of course." Damian said with an amused smile, before he turned around and wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close. His hardened dick lightly pressing against her clit. "Now, I think we've talked enough about my new Pawn."
"Mmm." Irene moaned as she grinded against the side of his cock. "You read my mind, my love."
"Ohh, fuck." Damian moaned out as Irene's cunt and clit, both wet from seeming arousal and the shower water, slid across his erection. "Damn right you did, babe."
"I always do." Irene smirked, as she continued to grind.
The two leaned forward and softly locked lips, Irene lifting a leg to better grind her pussy against her love's cock while her tongue met his in a battle of domianance. Damian kept one arm wrapped around Irene's waist, thumb tracing patterns on her skin that made her shiver in a good way while his other hand played with her wet hair.
Irene let out soft moans from Damian's tongue plundering her mouth. While she may not be one to let herself be dominated in the bedroom in any way unless she asked for it, her King was the only exception. She loved the way his tongue would plunder her mouth, the way he'd show his affection and love for her with little nips, and how he thoroughly pleased her and left her more satisfied than any of her previous partners.
They soon broke the kiss when the need for air became apparent, and they panted while looking lustfully at each other before chuckling as Damian pressed his forehead against Irene's.
"I love you." He said softly, making her smile softly and lovingly.
"I love you too, we all do." She said, then pecked his lips. "You know, I can't wait until you bring Rias and her Queen into this. Hmm, I can just imagine Rias joining us in these circumstances. Maybe a redhead party? Me, Erza and Rias."
"Don't tempt me with a good time, my Dragon Queen. All good things to those who wait" Damian said, stopping his caressing of her hair to give her ass a playful smack. "Right now, my focus is on you."
"Good boy." Irene replied, smooshing her tits up against Damian's chest as she raised a hand to her mouth and spat on it, before reaching down and rubbing her hand over his cock to lube it up a little, before beginning to stroke it.
Damian closed his eyes with a pleased groan, feeling his Queen's soft hand around his cock. He opened his eyes and gave her a hungry look accompanied by a demonic-sounding growl that made the Dragon Queen smirk at him before their lips slammed against each other's again, engaging in a far more heated makeout than the soft, loving one they had just a couple of minutes ago.
Not wanting to let Irene be left out, Damian gripped the leg that was wrapped around his waist by the thigh, while other hand went from her waist and dipped between her legs. His fingers brushed over her clit, and Irene gave a instinctive buck of her hips in response, letting out a muffled moan into their kiss. Damian mentally smirked at her reaction as he gently rubbed and played with her clit, and then pushed three fingers deep into her pussy, already feeling how wet she was.
They soon broke the kiss for air, and Irene moaned as he began to pump his fingers in and out of her pussy at a moderate pace, seeing as she was stroking his dick at a moderate pace... for now.
Damian then latched his mouth onto one of her tits, eyes shut as he hummed in delight at the taste. Irene wrapped her free arm around the back of his head to pull his face deeper into her tit, as well as press her body closer to his.
"Ohh, fuck." Irene moaned, throwing her head back a bit as she felt Damian's tongue sliding across her nipple. "That's the spot, my King..."
Letting out a muffled moan of his own as Irene continued stroking him, Damian slipped one of his hands between his Queen's legs and began playing with her pussy and clit with his fingers.
Irene's leg tightened it's grip around his waist at the fact a second hand had been added to playing with her pussy and she sped up her strokes while her other hand gripped her King's hair, silently urging him to keep going and ravish her tit just the way she likes it.
Several minutes passed of the King and Queen engaging in foreplay while expression their affection to each other with other parts of the body. Damian's mouth continued to suck, lick and lightly nibble on Irene's tits, switching from one to the other ever minute or two, and he grunted as he could feel his climax about to burst, and judging from how Irene's pussy tightened on his fingers, her hips jerking a little along with the hitch in her breath, she was reaching hers too.
Irene opened her eyes and looked into his. "T-Together, my King." She panted.
Damian nodded with a grunt and increased the pace of his fingering, his thumb pressing down on Irene's clit.
"Fuck!' Irene moaned out, so pleasured by Damian's fingering that the extra stimulation on her clit triggered her climax, all over her King's hand. The hand that she had around his cock also clenched down on it, which was enough to trigger Damian to cum himself, spurting cum all over his Queen's hand.
Irene grinned at seeing his sticky cum splatter all over her hand and was quick to start licking it up before the shower water could wash it away. She looked at him as he held his hand up and sucked on her pussy juices that coated his fingers. Such a sight always aroused Irene as she bit her lip. She wanted his cock, but she was patient. She always enjoyed the foreplay before they get to the actual fucking.
Getting to her knees, Irene engulfed her King's cock in her mouth while bringing it between her tits. She wasted no time in starting her tit/blowjob.
'The sooner I can get him to cum again, the quicker we can be in the bedroom fucking' Irene thought eagerly.
"Ohhh, fuck..." Drake moaned out, throwing his head back as he felt his cock enveloped in the combined warm wetness of Irene's mouth, and the soft pillowyness of between her tits. "Fuuuck, Irene..."
Irene would smirk if she could, but her mouth was full of cock at the moment. But her King's moans only encoyraged her to up the pace of her work as she bobbed her head and tits up and down his cock at a faster pace, the ;gluck! gluck! gluck!' sounds filling the bathroom next to the sound of running water.
Damian decided to give Irene some help by thrusting his hips in sync with her movements, much to her delight as he fucked her tits.
"Fuck, I love the feel of your tits, Irene." Damian groaned. "They're just so... soft..."
Irene pulled her mouth back from Damian's cock, making a popping sound as she freed herself.
"And they're all yours, baby..." she replied, adjusting her grip on her tits slightly to wrap them tighter around her King, before continuing to rock them up and down his shaft.
Several more minutes passed with Irene continuing her titjob, and Damian soon groaned as he could feel his second load of the night about to burst.
"Irene... I'm gonna...!"
Irene opened her mouth eagerly, waiting for it. And her King did not disappoint.
With a finaly groan, Damian thrusted his cock into Irene's mouth just as rope after rope of cum shot out. Irene lapped it up, keeping her mouth around his cock to try and take all of his seed down her throat. When Damian eventually finished cumming, Irene pulled away, some of the cum dripping down onto her breasts. The Dragon Queen merely moaned in delight as she swallowed, then licked off any remains from her tits, though the shower water washed away most of it.
"Delicious~" Irene purred and looked up at her King to see his dark, hungry gaze on her naked body.
"Bedroom. Now." He growled, voice turning near demonic.
"Yes sir~" Irene replied, her voice a mixture of a purr and growl as she got to her feet and took Damian's hand.
It didn't take long before Damian and Irene had dried each other off, and were back in the bedroom with each other
Irene plopped herself down onto the large king-sized bed with a giggle as Damian joined her, hovering over her with his hands pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. He leaned down and caught her lips in a gentle kiss, with the redhead moaning as she responded lovingly. Her hands were placed on his wrists before sliding up, feeling his muscles, then coiling around the back of his neck to pull him down against her body, her legs wrapping around his waist like a pair of snakes.
Damian hummed at her action, one hand reaching down to feel up her legs, feeling how toned it was, the muscles in it, created from the training, fighting and how she's kept her body in perfect shape even after her pregnancy years ago that gave birth to Erza.
"Come on, Damian." Irene smirked, as her King's hands slid up and down her body. "You gonna fucking fuck me or what?"
"Oh, I plan to, my dear." Damian replied, smirking as he reached down and took his cock in his hand, guiding it towards her glistening cunt. "I fucking plan to."
He lightly prodded her pussy with his dick, slowly sliding it up and down her wet lips, making his redheaded Queen moan in both arousal and need as she looked at him with annoyed, but desperate, eyes. Damian chuckled before he gripped her hips and, with a single thrust, drove his cock deep into her pussy until he bottomed out inside her.
"Ahh~" Irene threw her head back with a moan, eyes shut in bliss as she felt her inner walls be stretched out. Her legs tightened their grip around Damian's waist, as she basked in the feeling of being connected to him in the most intimate way possible. Once she came down from her blissful high, she looked at him with a single look that Damian didn't need to be put into words.
Gripping her hips, he pulled back his hips then thrusted forward, the sound of skin smacking skin sounding next to Irene's moans. Damian did a slow thrust for a second time, then a third, then a fourth then finally began to pick up the pace. Irene's body shook from the moderate thrusts her King was giving to her, her eyes locked with his, the two of them staring into each other's eyes like they were staring directly into the soul.
Irene shot her head up and pulled him into a loving kiss while his hips started to increase in their speed, her kiss only urging him to start fucking her faster.
"That's it, baby..." Irene moaned out, as she felt Damian's cock sliding in and out of her snatch faster and faster, his hips slamming against hers harder and harder. "Right- fucking- there! Just like that!"
"Like-what?" Damian said playfully between grunts as he gave a hard thrust.
"Like THAT!" Irene screamed in pleasure. "Give me more! Fuck me harder!"
Damian grinned. "Whatever my Queen desires."
Damian adjusted himself, and started pounding into her harder and with greater speed. This caused Irene to start screaming in pleasure and she gasped for breaths of air, as her eyes snapped wide open and her tongue to hang out.
Damian's hands gripped her thighs tightly, to the point he may bruise her skin if he dug his fingers into her flesh any deeper but he held back. He always knew how to be gentle and how to be rough, and when his women wanted him to be either.
Irene gripped his face and pulled him down so their foreheads touched. "Yes! YES! Just like that! just like that! Keep fucking me hard, baby! Turn me into your slut!"
Damian smirked, and cheekily moved his head while it was within Irene's grip to capture her lips in another kiss. One that his Queen easily let him dominate as he thrust into her as hard and fast as ever.
Irene ripped her mouth away from her King's to let out a loud, sensual moan, and Damian resorted to attacking her neck with licks and kisses while his hands moved up from her legs, to her sides, until they finally reached her breasts which he began to grope gentle and sometimes roughly at times.
But it only turned Irene on some more.
Several more minutes passed with Damian on top of Irene, fucking her so good that the bed was shaking but it was reinforced so that it wouldn't break. Damian had learned that lesson the hard way when the bed collapsed during an orgy with his Peerage.
"I'm gonna cum!" Irene screamed blissfully. "I'm cumming! i'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
"Me too!" Damian grunted. "I'm gonna cum so deep in that cunt of yours!"
"Do it baby!" Irene ran her tongue up the side of his face before shoving it into his mouth for a few seconds, then pulled away. "Fill me! You know I want it!"
And fill her Damian did. It really didn't take long after she came for him to do the same. And once he started, he didn't stop.
Irene sunk her teeth into Damian's shoulder, biting down hard enough to draw blood while letting out a muffled scream of pleasure while her body shook from the onslaught of her orgasm and being filled by her lover's baby-making substance, feeling her womb being flooded by it. A part of her was very disappointed at how near-infertile Devils were, or else she would've been pregnant by now after the times they've had sex.
But there is hope, one day. One day she will have a child with her King. Her heart fluttered at just the thought of it.
'Though, I suppose he's saving the firstborn child to be with his wife-to-be. I can handle that, as long as he conceives his second with me.' Irene thought determinedly.
After nearly a minute, Damian stopped cumming inside Irene and slowly began to pull out when Irene wrapped her strong legs around his waist and rolled them over so she was on top. She smirked down at him, then turned around, moaning as his cock shifted inside her while her slick pussy walls were massaging it from her movement. But she managed to get herself into a reverse cowgirl position, only to bend forward while making him prop up onto his knees in sync with her movement, now making it a doggy-style position.
Irene looked at him over her shoulder, hair shadowing her eyes. "Fuck me like the Queen I am." She commanded playfully.
"Oh, I fucking will." Damian growled in response, leaning forward to grab a hank of Irene's hair in one hand, holding onto it as he thrust into her and laid down a heavy smack on her ass with the other.
Irene's moans at feeling herself getting penetrated in this position, and the sounds of their love-making continued to fill the bedroom for hours to come...
Yeah, I know there was probably more of the sex scene than the action in this chapter but... meh. Maybe I did rush it, but what you see is what you get. Plus with Damian's strength and power, him getting a little annoyed at this whole thing, dragging it out just for it to be like in the anime would've been a waste of time.
Harem (So far): Rias Gremory, Akeno Himejima, Raynare, Kuroka, Yasaka, Serafall Leviathan, Katerea Leviathan, Yubelluna, Xuelan, Karlamine, Gabriel, Kiyome Abe, Venelana Gremory, Irene Belserion (Fairy Tail), Erza Scarlet (Fairy Tail), Raven Branwen (RWBY), Cinder Fall (RWBY), Tifa Lockhart (Final Fantasy), Moka Akashiya (Rosario + Vampire)
Damian's Peerage
King: Damian Mammon-Lucifer
Queen: Irene Belserion
Knight 1: Erza Scarlet
Knight 2: Raven Branwen
Rook 1: Tifa Lockhart
Rook 2: Moka Akashiya
Bishop: Cinder Fall.
Pawn: Raynare.