The Great War of the Three Factions had wiped out quite a number of devil clans. The once powerful Marbas and Valefor clans, the weird but loveable Sabnok clan with their strange bird noses, and even the frankly forgettable Andromalius Clan with their… whatever unique trait they had. But no loss hurt devil society more than the loss of the Sallos Clan. Now, they weren't the smartest or the strongest devils, nor were they particularly useful at anything government or economy related. But they had one specific skill that made them an invaluable asset to devils as a whole.

They were really good at having kids.

Now, for any lesser race, that may not seem like something that should be considered highly valuable. After all, humans had kids so easily that they could do it by accident. But devils are not so lucky on that front. When it comes to any creature, the longer lived that it is, the less fertile they tend to be. And considering that not a single devil has ever been recorded dying of old age…

You can see why the Sallos Clan's unnatural fertility becomes such a big deal.

A normal devil may take decades or even centuries of constant efforts to conceive an heir. The Sallos Clan's unique magic allowed them to simply wave a hand and all but guarantee that their next coupling would be fruitful. Were it not for their constant efforts, the devil race would likely be much less populous than it is today.

Of course, such power made them prime targets for the other factions during the war. The main family of the clan were completely wiped out during a joint attack by the fallen angels and Heaven. That would not have been the end of the family, however, were it not for two other details. One, the Sallos Clan's traits were incredibly recessive, an intentional flaw that allowed other clan traits to override their own should a clan ever need to repopulate. Two, they were a bunch of horny bastards.

It is said that the magic of the Sallos Clan was so potent that once they were in the midst of passion, nothing would be able to distract them from their pleasure. Not even the radiant light of God had stopped their coitus, as their flesh and bones burnt alive while they continued their debauchery.

So, the Sallos Clan went functionally extinct. Every now and again the stars would align and a few dormant recessive traits would surface, but the curse of the Sallos always prevailed, leaving that potential heir to die while in the midst of great ecstasy every time.

That is, until one peculiar day.

It was the day of the Agares Clan's second child's birth, a miraculous feat considering their first child had been born only four years prior. The mother was a sophisticated woman with greenish-blonde hair and green eyes, while the father was a brunette with pale red (practically pink) eyes. And it was to their great surprise that their second-born child came out with silver hair and vibrant fuchsia (the child would be very specific on this in the years to come) eyes.

Now, most families would consider some form of infidelity (likely on the mother's part for obvious reasons), but this was a recorded phenomenon. Their son had simply been unlucky enough to inherit the recessive Sallos genes from both sides of the family, something that they were vaguely aware of happening to a friend of theirs a century or two ago.

So, with hearts strong and resolve fortified, they decided that they'd do whatever it was they could to prevent their newborn son from sharing the same fate as the rest of the Sallos Clan. All the while completely unaware of just how unlikely their boy truly was.

… … …

17 (and a half) years later…

Evander Agares was aware that he had a habit of betraying expectations. Growing up with the Sallos Clan trait tended to leave certain ideas as to what kind of person you'd be. Even his parents had fallen into that trap, hiring a maid specifically to "assist" him after puberty hit.

Well, she was a good assistant if nothing else.

"Hold this for a moment, Raiza."

He took a few steps back, clapping his hands together as he focused on the unique magic of the Sallos Clan. Demonic energy flickered around him, the color a dark fuchsia that some may erroneously assume to be pink (it was NOT pink). He focused on his very helpful assistant, a ball of magic condensing as he aimed at a wooden board held in her hands. The ball shot forward, slamming into the board and exploding outward in a burst of fuchsia mist.

Waiting for the mist to clear up, his face broke out into a massive grin as he saw a few fractures in the wood. "YES! Raiza, look at the board! Look!"

Turning the board around, Raiza gave the wood a look even as her face flushed from breathing in the mist. "Wow! It actually worked, you might not be useless in a fight after all, Van!"

The cheeriness in her voice made it so incredibly difficult to tell if she meant to be as insulting as she was, something that he struggled with since he met her. As usual, he let it go and just took the compliment. "Y-Yeah!"

Closing his eyes, Van took a moment to recount his efforts. The Sallos Clan's Power of Lust was wholly unsuited to anything combat related. It was geared solely for the purpose of sexual proclivity, and it had taken him quite a while to figure out a way around that. He had tried so many things, like making blades of energy or making a lust bomb, each in the hopes of doing some kind of damage. To no avail, until now.

To think it would be as simple as just condensing a bunch of energy into a single point and then throwing it. Just goes to show how easy it is to get bogged down in the details.

Snapping his fingers, he dropped the barrier he had erected around them as he checked his pocket watch for the time. "Hm, we'll have to cut it short today. The airship to the Bael Territory is set to leave in half an hour."

Nervous energy bubbled within him as he checked himself out in the training hall mirror, making sure his clothes were presentable. His black twin-tailed coat was as spotless as ever, his low-cut vest and white dress shirt wrinkle free as his bowtie sat wonderfully, er, tied. Reaching up to where his top hat sat on his head, he adjusted the angle so that the feather tucked into the white band of the hat was at a perfect ninety-degree angle.

It was a very monochrome look, but the fuchsia color of his tie and feather popped out all the more for it. Plus, it made him look very fancy, and he adored that.

Flexing his fingers in his white dress gloves, he went to grab his cane only to whiff the air. A quick glance down revealed his cane to not be at his side like it usually was, his mind stuttering as he tried to remember where he put it.

Thankfully he didn't need to, as Raiza poked him with the head of his cane. "Can't forget this."

Taking the cane with a gracious nod, he tapped it against the floor as he led the way out of the library and to the main hall. "You are an absolute gem, Raiza. I'd lose my bloody head if it weren't attached to my shoulders."

"I'd be out of a job if you did that."

Had anyone else said it, he would have felt it a touch sarcastic. But Raiza's bubbly voice made it seem more like a gentle ribbing than a dry witticism. He much preferred it like that to be frank. Dry humor just wasn't his thing.

The two of them all but bounced down the Agares Clan Manor, their combined energy making the employed staff sweat in fear as to what chaos they might incur. Which was an unnecessary fear, might he add. He and Raiza were perfectly level individuals who sought not trouble but knowledge. Outside of the few times where he accidentally let his Power of Lust mist into the ventilation, or the time Raiza had blown up the kitchens while practicing a little alchemy, they were practically angels.

Though not everyone saw it that way.

"And where are you two going?"

Time practically stopped in a small bubble around them, forcing Van to interact with his nosy older sister as he stood trapped in her bubble of magic. "Just stopping by the Bael Territory for an appointment. It was on the calendar."

Seekvaira Agares narrowed her eyes, her greenish-blonde hair and reddish-pink eyes representing a perfect marriage of their parents' features. Indeed, she was a perfect blend of both of their parents, unlike he was, inheriting their mother's stern looks and their father's geekishness. "I'm aware, but are you aware that Mother and Father are hosting a ball tonight?"

Ah, was that today?

His face must've given away his ignorance, as Seekvaira's eye twitched as she let go of the time bubble keeping him in place. "You weren't, because obviously. Do note that several clan heads and their families will be attending, most of whom are close allies of our family, and that it would be especially disrespectful if we are not there to greet them. We, Brother, not just me."

While Seekvaira may be the heir to the family, it was common courtesy for the whole family to greet guests when said family was hosting. And, uh, he may have forgotten that last time. "A-As if I would make the same genuine, honest, mistake twice."

"…"

His sister seemed ready to tear into him, but thankfully a cooler head interfered. "Come now, Seek, I'm certain he understands the gravity of his actions. He's not a child anymore."

Latia Astaroth was pretty much always the one to save him whenever he got on his sister's bad side, their cousin on their father's side who also just so happened to inherit the Agares Clan trait of Time. A normal blonde who shared his enthusiasm for hats, she was pretty much his saving grace.

Mollified for now, Seekvaira turned her eyes away from him and onto Raiza. "I trust you to make sure my brother doesn't forget again."

Completely unperturbed by the Agares Heiress' fierce gaze, Raiza gave the young woman a hearty salute. "I'll make sure he remembers real good, Seeky-Chan!"

"Uh… right."

Not for the first time, Van was glad he wasn't the only one who couldn't quite wrap their mind around Raiza's… Raiza-ness. He personally blamed it on the fumes that poor alchemist girl was constantly huffing. Anyone would go a little kooky when exposed to enough of those.

Seizing the opportunity to get out of the situation, he hooked his cane on Raiza's hip and pulled her towards him as he forcefully led her out of the hall. "I'd love to chat, Sis, but I'm afraid I've got a blimp to catch!"

"DON'T BE LATE!"

He and Raiza booked it as soon as they were out the door, the air rushing past them as they ran off the manor grounds and into the city of Agreas proper.

Agreas was a wonderful place, unique amongst the many cities in the Underworld in that it was situated on a floating island. Popular for tourists, there was always a bustle in the city that you couldn't quite get anywhere else. That combined with the wonderful air, the oceans of clouds above and below them, and the brilliant blue sky that surrounded the city, and you get a place that Van was damn proud to call home.

Flashing Raiza a cheeky grin, he leapt off of the cliff his family's manor rested on and fell through the air. He turned, cane outstretched as he hooked it on the rail of one of the sky trams which took the place of trains or buses, leaving the streets solely for walking. The metal cane head sparked as he grinded down the line, tipping his hat to a tram full of tourists as he spun around and unhooked from the rail just before the tram could hit him.

Bat-like devil wings popped out of his back, catching the wind and allowing him to glide down to another rail. Wings retracting, the heels of his shoes touched down onto the rail as demonic energy flickered to life between the leather of his shoes and the metal of the rail. He leaned forward, grinding on a rail once more as Raiza landed beside him, eyes sparkling as they raced to the station.

The ribbon of her white beret fluttered in the rushing wind as she hopped off the rail and into a magic circle that she had just summoned into existence. She hovered for a moment, the air circling around her as she was then launched like a bullet towards the station.

"Hmph, cheater."

More than willing to play a little dirty himself, Van snapped his fingers and leapt into a magic circle. The circle churned and replicated itself a dozen feet in front of her, spitting him out just in time for her to crash into his body with a surprised yelp.

"Bwah!"

They tumbled through the air, his arm tight across her waist as he made sure to take the hit as they landed right in front of the station. Heads a bit woozy, the two of them stood up on shaky legs while Van waved a hand, magicking the dust and dirt off of them. "Talk about a low budget flight, eh?"

Raiza stuck her tongue out at him, stumbling forward as they walked onto the station platform. "You're a dingus, you know that?"

"A winning dingus."

Her ribbon seemed to twitch in irritation, but he was quick to make up for it as he gestured for her to get on the airship first. She acquiesced, getting on board and picking a window seat all the way in the back.

Naturally, he trailed behind. A fun choice of word considering how glued to her behind his eyes were. Her preference for short shorts and thigh-high leather boots left a rather heavenly gap of plump thigh exposed.

So distracted by his assistant's thighs, he failed to notice her getting closer until she managed to swipe his cane and press the head of it against the underside of his chin. Pushing his head up, she winked with a devilish smirk as she twisted the cane around and hooked it into his shirt.

Dragging him into the row with her, Van found himself lying down across two of the seats with his head resting on her thighs. He blinked, his vision partially blocked by her slightly large breasts and then fully blocked when she took his hat and put it over his face.

A part of him did scoff at the display, tucking his knees in to keep his legs from sticking out the aisle. She thought to distract him by making him fall asleep, her hand curled up in his hair as she stroked his scalp. A fool's errand, as he was of a strong enough mind to resist whatever she had planned. After all, he was Evander Agares, second-born of the great Agares Clan, and he was beyond such meager temptation.

That was the plan anyway, but no plan survives first contact as he soon discovered when the airship landed, and he jolted up from a surprise nap.

"…Damn it."

Fixing his hat, he spun around and glared at Raiza, whose lips were twisted in mischievous satisfaction. Lifting a digital camera up to her face, she snapped a picture of his annoyance with a quiet snicker. "Heh, that one's going on the blog."

"Impish little-"

He was cut off by the conductor of the airship clearing his throat, a stoic expression on his face that all but screamed that he wasn't paid enough for this. "If you would kindly exit the vehicle in an orderly fashion."

Deciding that vengeance would come at a later date, Van got up from his seat and snatched his cane back from Raiza, who whistled innocently behind him as they left the ship.

Squeezing their way through the busy Bael station, they made their way to the teleportation hub and managed to snag an open clerk. Leaning on the clerk's desk, he fished a letter out from his jacket and slid it across the table. "We have a meeting with the Lord Ancestor."

The clerk blinked lazily, taking a special stamp out from their drawer and slapping it against the letter. "Booth Twelve."

"Many thanks."

Entering his assigned booth, he waited for the metal door to close before placing his stamped letter into the scanner. The booth hummed, drawing a magic circle in the ground before flashing as he and Raiza were teleported out of the booth and into the Lord Ancestor's waiting room.

It took a moment to readjust, the booth's teleportation being much less smooth than his own, but he was quick to get back on his feet (metaphorically this time) and practically glided across the floor to the front desk.

Here the clerk was much more cheerful (likely on account of being paid better than a city worker), the woman flashing him a well-practiced smile. "You must be the young Agares. The Lord Ancestor was quite surprised that you wanted to meet him so early. You clan kids only get one free consultation with him in your entire lifetime, after all."

The tilting of the clerk's head made her subtle question clear, though he was more than certain of his choice. "I'm aware, but this is vital."

Her head bobbed, a small magic circle manifesting at her hand. "I'll let The Lord Ancestor know you're here, Mr. Agares. And the lovely young lady is…?"

Typically, he'd just let Raiza introduce herself. But this was practically Old Devil territory, and so Old Devil custom prevailed. "This is my queen, Raiza."

The clerk's nose wrinkles something fierce, almost as if an egg had gone rotten right under her nose. "Hm. Well, the girl can wait here."

Expression stiff as he regurgitated a wooden thanks, he and Raiza found some seats as far away from the clerk as possible and sat down. His finger tapped against the head of his cane, a bit miffed at the clerk's reaction even if he wasn't particularly surprised. The most traditional of devils didn't view the peerage system in the best light, seeing it as a degradation of the devil bloodline. And any pureblood devil that willingly took a piece into themselves were seen as lesser for submitting their very being to another like that.

His queen was much less annoyed by it than he was, her leg bumping into his as she slowed the tapping of his foot down to a complete stop. "If you keep frowning like that, you might get wrinkles."

"As if I'd get-"

A bell rang out, the clerk at the front desk glancing up and beckoning for him to go on ahead. It was a bit sudden, so much so that as he stood up and adjusted his jacket, Van couldn't help but feel a bit of sweat bead down his forehead. He stole a look back at Raiza, who just gave him a wink and a thumbs up.

Best not keep destiny waiting then.

With a tap of his cane, he fell into a practiced swagger as he made his way past the clerk and into the Lord Ancestor's office. Hand gripping the curved head of his cane with an ironclad tightness, Van took his hat off his head and bowed at the waist. "Lord Ancestor, you have my deepest gratitude for making the time to see me."

At the far end of the office sat the Lord Ancestor himself, a man with black hair and violet eyes that glimmered with a peaceful confidence that betrayed his fearsome reputation. Noble in bearing and in style, the man opened his arm and welcomed Van inside with a courteous warmth. "Young Agares, there is no need to thank me so. To aid the next generation of noble-blooded devils, especially ones as unique as yourself, is the finest gratitude one such as myself can receive. Please, take a seat."

And so, with a shaky confidence, Van took a seat in front of one of the oldest devils to ever live, one of the last remaining of the Lilith-born, the very first of the clan heads whose power and wisdom knew no true equal.

Van took a seat in front of Zekram Bael himself.

There was much lore and legend surrounding the first Bael Lord, as he happened to be quite involved with devil politics all throughout its history. He was there during the Great War, was a key figure in rebuilding the Hells afterwards, and was even said to have been the one to invite the current Satans to battle during the Civil War, pretty much turning the tide of history forever. To call the man famous would be an understatement. He was a living legend, a catalyst for the world that Van and many others knew.

And, most importantly, he was perhaps the only person who would know the lore that Van so desperately needed.

Solidifying his resolve, Van stuffed down the anxiety of meeting a literal hero and struck the heart of his desire. "Lord Ancestor, I wish to know everything I can about the magic of the Sallos Clan. There exists no other source that I can find regarding how their, how my, power works and I desperately need to know."

He did not beg, not just because of his pride, but because of who he was in front of. To bend the knee and beg would be to disgrace yourself, and Zekram Bael would not help a devil willing to disgrace himself so easily.

Thankfully, the ancient devil seemed to appreciate his forwardness. "Right to the point then? Very well, though before I consider aiding you, I must ask a simple question of my own: Why do you need this knowledge?"

"Pardon?"

It seemed rather self-explanatory to him. He wanted the knowledge so he could use his power to the fullest. But that didn't seem to be the answer Zekram Bael wanted, as the man sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I will rephrase. The Sallos Clan has long since been cursed with an obsession. The nature of their obsession differs from devil to devil, but it is always all-consuming. They drive themselves towards it even if their destination is death itself, and smile even as the life fades from their eyes."

There was a soft frustration in the ancient devil's voice, a rumbling disapproval that would not be mistaken for pity. "I ask this of you: what is your obsession, and why does it need this knowledge?"

His… obsession? He had never thought of it in that turn of phrase, and yet he knew exactly what it was that drove him. His gloved hand clutched at his shirt, resting right over his heart as he allowed the deepest recesses of his depraved soul to speak. "I… I wish to, nay, I need to explore the vast world and breed. I wish nothing more than to find each and every womb I can claim and mark them for my own. It is crass, and it is debauchery, but it is the dream that keeps me up at night and the reason I do anything."

That was the first time he had ever said such thoughts aloud, often allowing them to simmer in the back of his mind. Such a dream… it was a herculean task, something that would require more than just simple lust. He would need strength, cunning, and beyond all else, power.

In spite of how perverse his desire was, Zekram Bael appeared to find some nobility in it. "…It has been a long time since I've seen ambition as potent or as dangerous as this one, Evander. You will make enemies of many men in pursuit of this desire."

The stoic man then cracked a smile, the first show of emotion that felt genuine rather than rehearsed. "I am impressed."

Van's heart seized in his chest as the ancient devil stood up from the desk, a fluttering glee bubbling in his gut as he watched the Lord Ancestor conjure a set of leather-bound books from a magic circle. "Then…"

The books were placed in front of him, a wicked gleam in Zekram Bael's eyes that spoke to a primal part of his soul. "Indeed, I shall assist you. Though your generation has much potential, their dreams and desires have never felt so bereft of true demonic value. There is nobility, grace, and even honor, but they lack the craven selfishness that defines our devilhood. But you, my boy, you…"

He laughed boisterously, thoroughly amused by the situation. "You are a devil through and through."

Placing a hand on the pile of books, the ancient devil tapped his finger on the old leather as his expression shifted from amusement to melancholy. "These books are, I'm afraid, not exactly what you are looking for. They are the personal journals of a dear friend of mine, Marina the Voyeur. She was the first of the Sallos Clan and found great purpose in documenting everything related to her clan that she saw. They should be enough to get you started on the basics, but that is all."

Van's heart sank a little, but he accepted the books, nonetheless. "Thank you, Lord Ancestor. I'll be sure to put these to good use."

Holding his hat upside down, he placed the books inside before giving it a shake and putting it back on his head. Getting up from his seat, he readied himself to leave when the Lord Ancestor held a hand up to stop him. "Though I do not have much else to give, I do know someone who may be of more use."

Leaning forward, he listened with rapt attention as Zekram Bael gave him the next stop in his journey. "Though Marina had gifted her journals to me for safe-keeping, she often worked with Mephistopheles when it came to actual spell-work. I have no doubts that the old devil still has whatever notes she may have left behind before her disappearance, though he is rather infamous for being hard to find."

"Is there any way I may be able to?"

His enthusiasm must've tickled the devil's mood, as the man chuckled to himself before answering. "Perhaps. The only people he keeps in semi-frequent contact with are his queen, Tannin, and the Gremory Clan, the latter most likely because of their help regarding Dragon Mountain some time ago. If there is any way to get to him, it is through them."

Hm. Well, it was worth a shot if nothing else. "I see. You have my gratitude once again, Lord Ancestor."

Leaving the ancient devil with a bow, Van left the office and reentered the waiting room where a hesitant Raiza waited. "Heya! So… did it go we-EEEELLL!?"

She was swiftly interrupted as he grabbed her by the waist and twirled her through the air, a grin stretched so far across his face that her cheeks felt sore. "More than well! We have leads, darling! We have hope!"

He plopped her back down, pep in his step as he led the way out of the waiting room and into the city outside. His excitement was blinding, so much so that he completely missed the way Raiza held her face with both hands, her cheeks red as a tomato.

She smacked herself, shaking away the bubbly love in her heart as she followed after dearest Evander.

… … …

Perhaps with a name like Marina the Voyeur, Van should have expected the journals to contain some rather spicy material. What he did not expect was the sheer detail his ancestor went into.

My time observing the Lamiae was most fruitful. Their tongues (wonderfully pink and wet) are a most wondrous thing, capable of stretching over a foot in length and more dexterous than even a devil's finger. Their saliva is thick and seems to exhibit exceptionally sticky qualities. I can only imagine how much I would struggle to swallow such a viscous delight. I have yet not gotten close enough to catch the scent of this saliva, but I can only imagine it is pungent beyond belief. I wonder if perhaps this is how they trap their victims? By stuffing them full of their wonderful saliva to make them obedient, and then using their sloppy tongues to taste every inch of their meal.

I almost wish to check for myself, but then I would lose out on the sweet satisfaction of being an unknown witness to their intimately private rituals.

He had only gotten to the first journal, but so far it seemed to be mostly flavor text. Thankfully, his ancestor wasn't entirely distracted by the lamiae tongues. Or rather, not distracted enough not to theorize.

During my experiments with my Power of Lust I have found that, in combination with a devil's natural affinity for imagination, I am capable of an incredibly diverse array of magic. Seeing these lamiae, I find myself wondering just how flexible my magic can be.

Perhaps it would not be impossible to replicate the muscular organs of the lamiae? While lust and arousal are the most obvious uses of my power, it seems that sexual perversion is the true core of my abilities, if my breast expansion spell was anything to go by. We devils have rather malleable bodies, so enough concentrated energy and focus should be enough to mold my own flesh into whatever I need it to be.

Van had never thought much about it, but devils did seem to possess a natural ability to shape their bodies. They could look whatever age they wanted, and often possessed their ideal bodies without even needing to think much about it. In fact, Evil Pieces were a prime example of this. They were able to absorb the traits of the individual while still transforming them into a devil, creating impossible hybrids.

He focused a bit more on the theorizing done by his ancestor, finally finding what might make these journals so valuable to him. Although they did not contain much in the way of actual spells, they went into great detail on Marina the Voyeur's understanding of their shared magic and how it could be theoretically manipulated. They were not answers to his questions, but instead tools to construct the answers himself.

Taking note of how empty the airship seemed to be, he decided to give the theory-work a go. His eyes closed, demonic energy coalescing in his tongue as he imagined the organ transforming into something else. His ancestor's detailed descriptions made for the perfect paint to create his mental image, a sharp tingling in his mouth alerting him to the changes just as a long, snake-like tongue burst out from between his lips.

"…!"

He stared, mouth agape as the tongue wriggled in the air. It felt almost like a boneless arm, but rather than flopping about uselessly the muscles instead were able to contract and expand at a thought. He could roll the tentacle tongue almost like a wave, corkscrewing in the air as the wide-eyed face of his queen finally captured his notice. "Prethy neat, huh?"

Raiza blinked, a bit dazed by the appendage as her eyes refused to move away from it. "Huh? Oh… yeah…"

…What a dirty little rascal.

Feeling particularly devious, he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her out of her seat. Yelping as he dragged her to the airship's bathroom, he locked the door and placed his hand on the wall above her head.

Talking was out of the question (lest he ruined the mood), but he didn't need to speak. He allowed the sharp tip of his tongue to sink down to her chin, barely touching her skin as it trailed down to the top of her cleavage. Her breath hitched as she bit her lower lip, the thick saliva of his new tongue falling into the crack of her breasts.

"H-Hey, d-don't tease me…"

Her whines were beyond adorable, enough so that he decided to oblige her and move onto the main event. Gripping the front of her tiny booty shorts, he pulled them down to her knees and lifted her up onto his shoulders. Fitting his head between the gap of her wondrously plump thighs and the waist of her shorts, he delighted in the fact that she chose to go without panties today.

Someone was expecting action, it seemed.

Slowing himself down, Van indulged in the softness of her massively thick thighs as he wore them like earphones on either side of his head. With his tongue growing cold, he chose to warm it back up by pressing it against her thigh flesh and feeling it in a way he never could before.

The sensitive tissue of his new tongue could feel the tensing of her strong muscle beneath the pillowy flesh, his appendage stretching far to wrap around the whole thigh and give the girl's leg a squeeze.

"G-Gah! What are you-"

Her protests ceased as he grabbed both of her ass cheeks and spread them apart, marveling at the fact anyone could turn fat into something so mesmerizingly tender. Her bum left no room for disappointment, being just ass-er, as full as her thighs.

Tongue slithering down her thigh and towards her molten core, Van found himself chuckling as she reflexively grabbed his hair and pushed him further into her, knocking off his hat in the process. She tried to press her ass down onto his face in an attempt to force any kind of proper stimulation onto her labia, but his grip on her ass was too strong for her lust-weakened body to overcome.

"P-Pleaseeeee~"

Her drunken arousal was intoxicatingly perfect, and he rewarded her pleas with another devilish move. The tip of his tongue slid towards her slit, catching onto her wet hole as the first inch of it slid inside her. She gasped, preparing herself for the rest of it to sink it.

Not that it ever did.

Instead, the rest of the length continued to move forward, stretching until the backmost part of his tongue was rubbing against her clit. Pushing further, the tip of his tongue was wrenched out of her pussy with a heart-wrenching squelch, her voice falling to a desperate sob as her thighs squeezed his head with all the dire strength she could muster.

"I can't, I can't take it anymore! Please please please, give me more! Give me something!"

Well, he could oblige that.

With his tongue as stretched out as it was, it took no effort to angle the tip right in front of her winking backdoor. Glancing up to see her sweat-covered face and cloudy eyes, he thrust his tongue forward and watched as clarity was forcefully shoved into her.

"W-Wait, that's not – o-oh my~"

Her initial reaction was to push away from the sudden intrusion, unintentionally rubbing her clit up against the length of his tongue as she humped his face. But once the shock wore off, she found herself rocking back and forth in rhythm with his tongue's own thrusts as it writhed within her back passageway.

"Th-That feels, oh hells that's new, hehe~"

New indeed. They had done all sorts of kinky things in the past (something that had trained her to keep her asshole clean and ready at all times), but this was certainly a new level of freak for them. At the back of his tongue, he could taste her arousal dripping down and getting stuck on his saliva, the sweet yet citrusy taste that he knew as her own now heightened to ecstatically high new levels with his new tongue. And at the front…

Well, he had no way to describe her bum other than weirdly savory.

Both she and his tongue rolled in an asynchronous beat, the upward momentum of his organ causing a delayed rise in her own body only for her to fall back down and land back onto the tongue, repeating the cycle. The newness of this encounter was erotic enough on its own, and combined with the actual pleasure gathered from…

It wasn't long until he was forced to shut his eyes, a spray of hot juice splashing against his face as her back arched forward.

"OOOuuughhhhmmmmppph~!"

He was glad she had learned to stifle her orgasms, else that would have been a very awkward conversation with the conductor.

With her boobs resting on his head and thighs on either side of his skull squeezing down on him, Van was fully content to simply stay like this for a long, long while. However, Raiza was a bit more eager to move, clumsily climbing down his body and leaning against him as she huffed in his chest.

Hand clutching at his jacket, she pulled him down to her level so that she could run her tongue along his cheek, licking up her own fluids before pressing her lips against the thickest part of his snake tongue.

Taking a deep breath in, Van grabbed both her wrists and held them above her head while stretching his tongue even further. Slipping the organ underneath her low-cut vest and blouse, he smirked at her surprise as the tongue popped out from between her tits and hovered in front of her face.

"Eh? What are you-GRK!"

Her brow shot up as the tongue darted between her lips and filled her mouth, but quickly adapted by tilting her head back and opening up her throat for him. her neck visibly bulged as he sank further down into her throat, eyes growing dazed while her face reddened from a lack of air.

They stood like that for a while, him pumping his tongue in and out of her throat while she simply stood there and took in small gasps of air whenever she could. Their fun was cut short, sadly, when the airship lurched and the captain announced their arrival.

Tongue slipping out of her throat with a noisy pop, he rolled his jaw as the organ shifted back to normal. "Well, best be heading out then."

"Bwuh?"

Raiza leaned against him with naked confusion, her shorts around her knees and her top wet with saliva. Giving her a quick slap on the bum to jolt her out of it, he waved his hand and cleaned both them and the small bathroom up with a wave of magic.

As hot as it was, having her walk around in stained clothing would be a touch inconvenient for the both of them.

Helping her squeeze her fat bubble of an ass back into her shorts (and marveling at the strength of the fabric as it strained to keep her whole bakery of a bum contained), Van put his hat back on and offered her his arm. "Need some support, Raiza?"

She took his arm with a bit too much enthusiasm, nearly throwing him out of the bathroom as she pressed herself against his side with unnecessary force. "You owe me that much at least, Dummy."

"Well, that's no way to treat someone who just took you to Nirvana."

Her finger tapped against her chin as they walked off the airship, a sincere if drowsy smile on her face as she shrugged. "That's fair. You do make an awesome dildo!"

"…At least I know where I stand with you, if nothing else."

Ignoring the exasperated glares of the few other passengers that had been on the ship with them, the two of them wandered the city a bit aimlessly as the wonderful breeze helped soothe their minds. They certainly made for an odd-looking couple, as anyone who glanced at them would see some strange young man dressed as a magician and some girl who looked right at home in a JRPG, but what was life without a little eccentricity?

"…You know, Raiza, I can't help but feel like I'm forgetting something."

The ribbon to her hat twitched like a bunny's ears, her eyes narrowing as she stared up towards the Agares Manor. "You mean like the ball you were supposed to be at?"

"Hm. Yes, that does seem likely."

Van took his pocket watch out, checked the time, noticed he was an hour late, and calmly set the watch back into his jacket pocket. Taking a deep breath in, he exhaled and let the panic set in. "Seekvaira is gonna flay me alive."

Raiza was not good moral support, unfortunately. "I'll be sure to record your last moments!"

Tapping his cane against the ground, he opened a magic circle portal with a grumble and swiftly stepped through and onto a nearby roof. Judging the distance, he turned to his queen and laid out his plan. "If you angle a wind boost just right, we should be able to reach roughly the second floor. From there, all I need to do is get a good angle on the look and portal us inside. If we're lucky, no one will notice anything."

"So, we're doing denial first then."

Despite her sass, Raiza was quick to set up a magic circle that would launch them through the air and into the manor. Taking hold of her waist, Van held her tight and leapt into the circle, their bodies rotating in the air before the magic took effect with a sonic boom.

Getting control in the air was a minor challenge (especially while holding onto his hat), but it only took a few moments to reorient himself even with Raiza clinging to him and screaming for joy at the thrill. However, it also only took them a few moments to reach the manor, forcing him to make a split-second portal that formed right on the wall of the manor.

They shot through, landing on the other side of the wall with a noisy crash. Shaking the dust off of himself, he offered a hand to the still grinning Raiza and helped her onto her feet. "Now, we just need to go out, mingle, and pretend-"

"And pretend what, exactly?"

He froze, the feather to his hat straightening up in surprise as he spun around to greet the downright livid face of his older sister. "Seekvaira! What are the chances of bumping into you like this?"

She stared at him, eyes dead as her hands seemed torn between strangling him and tearing his spine out of his ass. "Considering the last time you did this, quite likely. Glad to see you joining us for the party."

…Oh hells she was pissed. "O-Oh, you know me! I do so love a fun little soirée, isn't that right Raiz- Raiza?"

Where his dearest queen once stood was now simply air, a single note with a cartoon version of her with both hands on her head and her tongue sticking out.

"It seems her survival instinct is stronger than yours, Brother."

A hand slammed down on his shoulder, his bones creaking as it squeezed. He was forced to bend his knees as she pushed him down a bit, using their similar heights to force an advantage as she glared with all the wrath of the sun. "You'd best have a good reason for being late."

No matter how old he got, or how strong he thought he was, there was something infinitely terrifying about his older sister that no amount of power would ever quite free him of. "Ah, well, you see, the Lord Ancestor-"

"What?"

She let up on the pressure immediately, instead grabbing both his shoulders and forcing him to look her in the eye. "You went to see the Lord Ancestor without telling me? Are you okay? Did you get what you need?"

Before he could answer, a hand gently placed itself on her own, revealing the easy charm of Latia Astaroth once more. "Seekvaira, you really do need to let up on poor Van sometimes. He's not a child anymore."

Acting as both a physical and metaphorical shield, Latia managed to wedge herself between him and Seekvaira while also somehow not forcing her way through. Rather, her natural charisma simply allowed her to slide into the conversation and take control with a batting of her eyes.

The Astaroth's charms once more eased Seekvaira's intense nature, allowing Van a moment of reprieve as she adjusted her approach. "My apologies, Evander. It is just… seeing the Lord Ancestor is a big deal, you know. If I had known that was what you were doing, I would have helped you the best I could."

Yes, well, that was the exact reason he hadn't asked her. Her assertive personality meant that she would put 110% of her effort into helping him, and that was just a smothering he had no interest in participating in. "I can't rely on you for everything, Seekvaira. What kind of devil would I be if I did?"

Her eyes softened behind her glasses, a simmer of pride in her gaze that flickered out as she refrained from emoting too openly. "Yes, I suppose you're right. You're not a kid anymore, you don't need your big sister to take care of you."

There was a melancholy to her voice, one that he didn't want to deal with but also felt emotionally obliged to listen to. Latia, yet again, saved him from that fate as she took Seekvaira's arm into her own and gave him a long wink. "I best take your sister before she gets too sentimental. Do try and enjoy the party, Van."

The two of them left with a wave, leaving him alone in the corridor as he breathed a sigh of relief. "…There's no way those two aren't fucking."

"I know, right?"

He jumped yet again, hand over his heart as he scowled at the mischievous face of his queen. "Raiza!"

A part of him was ready to chew her out for leaving him, but cooler heads prevailed as he went over the encounter in his mind. "…You were the one who got Latia then?"

"Maaayyyybe."

His eyes rolled at her gremlin-like attitude, but otherwise accepted it with a grateful bow of the head. "You are a doll, Raiza. A genuine doll."

Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, he spun on his heel and lifted his cane in the air, yet again missing the heavy blush on her face as he spoke aloud. "Now let's grace this party with our presence, shall we?"

"M-Mhm!"

He strode down the hallway and into the main hall of the manor, Raiza lingering behind him as they began to run into some vaguely familiar faces. Local politicians, minor celebrities, a few family friends, the usual thing for these sorts of gatherings. Balls weren't particularly his thing (something that made Raiza giggle like a preschooler every time he said it), but he could enjoy the slower paced festivities when there was good company.

Now, where to find that good company was the question.

Van oozed through the party, slowly making his way through the populated areas as he made idle chatter with randoms and unimportants. Alas, as the second child of the Agares Clan, he often had to put up with that sort of thing. His sister may have been the heiress, but he was always deemed the more approachable one by those too intimidated to get into the political brawl that was trying to earn Seekvaira's favor. There were just too many eggs in too many baskets in that fight, so those with less focused ambition would wiggle their way to him instead.

Like worms in dirt, the lot of them.

For a brief moment, the possibility that the party was just going to be one big waste of time crept up on his mind. it wouldn't exactly be the first time, after all. But just as he was ready to pack up his expectations and find some pretty (if vapid) celebrity to charm, a shock of bloody red hair caught his eye.

Rias Gremory stood in a fetching red gown, an empty smile and even emptier eyes stitched upon her face as she mindlessly nodded along to some television producer.

Now, the Gremory heiress being at one of his family's parties was nothing new. They were a veritable rising star amongst the clans. What, with their firstborn son becoming the new Lucifer and not to mention their natural savviness when it came to modern engagement.

You see, while the Agares Clan may be some of the oldest money in Hell, that was because they had organized first. They held dominance in agriculture, housed the technology to create Evil Pieces, and maintained the center where all the air flow in Hell was managed. Outside of the Bael, the Agares were the most important clan in Hell solely because they had seized all the most vital components to devil society and guarded them with rampant jealousy.

By contrast, the Gremory Clan had been of little importance up until a few centuries ago. They were far from poor, but most of their wealth came from some minor trade and Dragon Mountain. And while many would like to pin the rise in prominence of the Gremory Clan on Sirzechs Lucifer, Van was keen enough to shift the focus onto the head of the clan, Zeoticus Gremory.

The man was more in tune to the human world than any other devil of his generation, a true progressive not just in politics but in culture. When humans first began their industrial revolution, he was the first to bring it to the Underworld and set up similar industry in his territory. When the humans made an engine capable of sending several tons of steel across a country on tracks, he brought it to the still budding new government and aided in revolutionizing the way devils traveled between realms. When the internet took the human world by storm, Zeoticus Gremory convinced Ajuka Beelzebub and Serafall Leviathan to adopt a similar network for themselves.

The Gremory Clan were an interesting contrast to the Agares. Both had gripped their society in ways that no other clan ever had, rising in prominence despite their lack of direct firepower. The clans themselves may have little history together, but no one could deny their vast similarities when it came to their own histories.

All that to say, that Van was rather familiar with the Gremory Clan, if only in passing. And while normally he would see her, think "Damn those are some honkers" and then move on, a new voice whispered in his head this time.

"The only people he keeps in semi-frequent contact with are his queen, Tannin, and the Gremory Clan, the latter most likely because of their help regarding Dragon Mountain some time ago."

Opportunity was such a gorgeous mistress when she deigned to present herself.

The focused and eager persona of Van melted away into the flirtatious playboy that was Evander Agares, his hat tilting at an angle as his body language became much smoother. He threw his arm around the television producer's shoulders, the head of his cane pushing up against the man's jaw as Van shut the guy's mouth. "I can't help but notice that neither of you have a drink in your hands. Good man, surely you can't think to talk business without a little liquor to smoothen you over?"

Releasing his cane to let the man speak, Van watched with sadistic eyes as the producer babbled a bit, very much unused to being manhandled so carelessly. "Uh, well you see, Mr. Agares, I was just discussing a pilot to a show I was working on with Miss Gremory a-and, uh-"

Obviously. "Riveting. I wonder, if I were to have business with our dear Miss Gremory, would you say that your pilot is more important? Because if it is, I'll gladly let you have the moment."

The man's brain blue-screened for a moment, taking a bit to manage a reboot. But when he did, he swiftly bowed down and found that his business was not quite as timely as he initially thought. "N-Not at all, Mr. Agares. I-In fact, I find that I actually have some work to finalize on the pilot before presenting it, terribly sorry to waste your time, Miss Gremory."

Rias watched with mild delight as the producer scampered off, her hands folded in front of her as she bowed her head. "My thanks for getting rid of him, Mr. Agares. Though I must confess, I'm curious as to why you would decide to intervene so bluntly. If you're here to seduce me, I must sadly say that I am spoken for."

Was he really so infamous? Not that it mattered, as he had more pressing things to worry about. "I'm afraid seduction was not my goal, Miss Gremory. I have other more personal matters I wish to discuss with you, something unrelated to my family. Though if I had come to seduce you…"

He leaned in, a touch playful as his voice lowered to a whisper. "A vow of marriage would not have stopped me."

Fidelity was a loose thing with devils, with exceptions often baked into them by both parties. But one thing that was almost strictly forbidden was open fornication between an heir's spouse and someone of a different clan. It was just seen as disrespect of the highest order, and most devils in that kind of situation would rather decline such advances as swiftly as they could.

However, Rias Gremory was also rather infamous for her open disdain of her arranged marriage. So, Van was nowhere near surprised when she raised an eyebrow and moved in closer. "It seems the rumors have some truth then. You really are a deviant amongst deviants."

"Guilty~"

Her intrigue made it easy to lead her to the dance floor, his hand on her upper back as they joined the crowd in a traditional ballroom dance.

Perhaps to the average observer, ballroom dancing was little more than sliding across the floor while making random dips to look fancy. But there was so much more to it than that. Ballroom dancing was about footwork, each step made in tandem with your partner to allow a concentrated flow of movement. The dancers' heads do not bob and bounce but roll like the waves of an ocean at the complete discretion of both dancers. There were no speedy dips or swift shifts of momentum, those sorts of things were saved for dances of passion. The ballroom was for dances of control, of graceful and methodical movement that would not overcome the participants, for they were the dictators of their own bodies.

Not that he was an expert, or anything.

"If you've just taken me to dance, I might be disappointed."

Rias' minor provocations rolled off of him as he dipped her head down and took careful note of the slenderness of her throat, its contrast against the volume of her bust a marvel to behold. "I hope that my intent to simply talk won't disappoint either then."

Body pressing against him as she stood up, her lips curled upwards. "So long as talking is not the end of our time together."

Ha! He should have made her acquaintance ages ago.

His flirtatious enthusiasm simmered down a bit as he remembered why he had tangled himself with her in the first place, face straightening a bit as business asserted itself before pleasure. "You see, Miss Gremory, I find myself with the sudden need to meet with Lord Mephistopheles himself, and rumor has it your family has some connection to him that no other family does."

Though nowhere near as salacious as their previous talk, his probing into her connection with the infamously mysterious devil seemed to capture her attention more strongly than his flirtation had. "Rumor would be correct, though I must share my concern as to why you need to speak with him. Most devils tend to stay clear of the man."

True, but he was not most devils. "Lord Mephistopheles may have some information that I deem necessary. Information that regards my ancestors, and not the ones of my family."

Giving away the reason for his interest held some risk, but it was minor in comparison to gnawing curiosity planted in Rias' mind. Devils were naturally curious creatures, and using something as wrapped in mystery as the Sallos Clan made for strong bait. "Oh? Well, consider my interest piqued. Though interest alone won't be enough to secure my help."

No, no it wouldn't. "Naturally. Please, let's discuss."

Toeing the line of showing his desire to do business and not letting said desire make him seem desperate was a tough battle, especially when his body was so firmly pressed against her own. Every twitch of his muscles would be felt by her, forcing him to ensure a mellow looseness to his form that didn't seem forced.

Thankfully, he had some practice with this.

Scanning his face as her brain racked through the many ideas that were no doubt rushing through her mind, before eventually landing on something. "You scratch my itch, I scratch yours. I also have a personal dilemma I'd like taken care of, one regarding my unfortunate marital status."

Right, he should have guessed that would be her price. "That is an ambitiously open request, Miss Gremory."

Despite his hopes, she stuck to her guns with an amused batting of her eyes. "What's a devil without a little ambition?"

Hm, she had him there.

Making a show of thinking about his answer, he craned his head down a bit to bring their faces a bit closer than what would typically be considered appropriate. "I suppose I'm not above homewrecking."

"Perfect~"

The two of them migrated away from the dance floor, his hand sliding down to her waist as they both grabbed a cocktail from a nearby waiter. They chattered a bit about their lives, barely maintaining the balance between amorous banter and platonic wit. Admittedly, they should have realized that their sudden closeness would draw the attention of the many gossips in the crowd, though the turning of the coin for his luck would quickly make itself known.

Or rather, himself.

"Rias, my beloved! How strange is it that I find you enjoying the company of another so intimately."

Riser Phenex made himself known to the pleasure of no one, his queen on one arm and some mean-looking Phantom of the Opera gal on the other. Though they shared a reputation for their playboy antics, Riser was a much greasier man than Van was. Seduction was half the fun when it came to bedding a woman, something Van appreciated more than Riser ever had, the blond Phenex simply jumping to the sex without any proper buildup or foreplay.

A classless brute, in other words.

Though the two of them tried to stay clear of one another, this was a situation that could not be avoided. So, naturally, Van decided to enjoy it however he could. "It'd be stranger if she were enjoying your company with any level of intimacy, my friend."

Holding his hand out to the side, he gave Raiza a curt nod as she darted forward and placed his cane into his hand. Tapping it against the floor harshly enough to draw the attention of just about everyone nearby, he leaned forward and gave Rias enough room to slip away if she so wished.

She didn't, instead choosing to watch intently as Riser scoffed away his insult. "You know how flighty women can be when it comes to important matters. Or rather, maybe you don't. A Sallos like yourself probably only knows how to rut like an animal and scamper way when the deed is done."

Though he was not ashamed of his heritage in the slightest, he did so loathe how some dickheads liked to throw it in his face like it were an insult. "And you're any better? Please, remind me of a time you and Rias were together that didn't end in disappointment three minutes later."

There was a faint disapproval from the girl in question at his usage of her name, but it paled in comparison to the throbbing vein in Riser's head as the Phenex pretended to shrug off the biting remark. "How typical of your breed. Always needing to talk about carnal pleasure like it's the height of intimacy. Rocky as it is, our relationship at least has a future. Can you say the same?"

Even though it wasn't aimed at him, Van could feel the raw heat from Rias' glare at the Phenex. Deciding that risking her ire shifting to him due to a poorly phrased comeback was inevitable here, he instead took out his pocket watch and went with a somewhat risky approach. "Considering the last forty minutes I spent with her body pressed against mine, I'd say it does."

He let the pocket watch hang in front of him to taunt the Phenex further, turning his head around and mouthing a silent apology to Rias. Though not exactly approving of the way he used her presence, she seemed accepting of it in the context of humiliating Riser. Small mira-

A sudden blast of warmth caught his attention, his eyes darting to his beloved pocket watch only to find a mass of molten glass and metal. His glare sharpened on the Phenex, who simply smirked back as flames flickered out around the tip of his finger. "Whoops."

"You chicken shit bast-"

Before Van could step forward and clobber the waste of flesh in front of him, a barrier of magic formed between him and the Phenex as Seekvaira stepped onto the scene with all the authority of a Satan. "If you boys could put your posturing aside for the evening, that would be grand. Or do I need to put it aside for you?"

Van was more than willing to throw the consequences to the wall and turn that Kentucky fried fuck into little more than a spicy paste, but Riser was a bit wiser on that front and swiftly backed down. "Not at all, Heiress Agares. As befitting of my family name, I shall keep the peace."

Rolling his disdain for the Phenex into a ball to be stored for later, Van flashed a tight smile and tipped his hat. "Of course, Sister. I'd hate to stain our carpets with his blood, after all."

His aggressive response had Seekvaira tutting, but she let it be as the Phenex retreated. "Good. Now then…"

Her gaze shifted to the molten watch, brow furrowing as she maintained her composure far better than he had. "Let me take that for now, see if I can't get it fixed."

Relenting the watch to her, his tongue pressed against his cheek before he let out a soft quip to ease the tension a bit. "I hope you can. Grandfather would be furious if he knew his old watch had turned to a paperweight."

Her cheeks turned taunt as she remembered their grandfather, the old bastard always finding something to be grumpy about. Had he not been afflicted with the Endless Sleep, he'd probably be halfway through tearing Riser and Van a new one. "That he would be. Enjoy yourself."

Seekvaira made her leave, having succeeded in calming his nerves enough to regain his composure. Clearing his throat, he refocused his attention on Rias. "Sorry about that whole display. Lowering yourself to someone of his level always tends to bring out the worst in person."

Thankfully, she wasn't too upset about the whole affair, maintaining a safer distance now that they had attracted unwanted attention. "Don't be. I understand the feeling all too well. Next time, however, do try and refrain from using me as the object of your debate."

"I'll be sure to spare you the disrespect."

With that said, Van decided to leave Rias to her affairs lest he get ahead of himself too quickly. Sighing at the mental exhaustion the last five minutes had left him with, he held his hand out palm up as Raiza's presence tickled the edge of his senses. "Something tells me our easy days have met their end, darling."

Her hand fell into his as they made the dance floor their acquaintance. "Should I start preparing your funeral then?"

A snort escaped him, her odd sense of humor always managing to be an easy calmer of the mind. "No, I'll manage. Though now that you mention it…"

He spotted Riser off in the distance, the Phenex's hand gripping the breasts of his two peerage members with complete disregard to their dignity.

"…Having a grave prepared may not be the worst idea."

… … …

DxD smut story, mostly because a lot of the ones that exist just don't tickle my fancy. They either take too long to get to the smut or don't do enough buildup and just end up kinda boring. Here, I'll try and keep the two balanced while still keeping a plot intact (albeit a very sexually charged one).

Future chapters won't be nearly as long as this. I just decided to start with a beefy one instead of my usual tradition of releasing three chapters at once. Apparently that's bad for retention or whatever. I dunno, I'm not an expert, I just write smut on the internet for free.

Raiza is an OC (obviously) that is based on "Reisalin Stout" from Atelier Ryza. I've never played the games or anything, I just saw a picture of her once and thought "Zamn those thighs" and decided to use the look. So, if any Atelier Ryza fans see this and think "This Hoonter guy completely fucked her character up" do know that I do not give a fuck (respectfully) and will continue to not give a fuck (respectfully). My condolences.

I have nothing else to say about this, the story should be pretty self-explanatory, and you don't need me commenting on it bloating up the word count. Probably.

This has been A Decent Hoonter, and seriously man those thighs are insane just google it.