In a crystal palace over the sea, three young devils had been enjoying each others' bodies. Finally consummating relationships that had been brewing for three years. Each young woman had delighted in the loss of their virginity, savoured the feel of the warm gift their man had left inside them.
So quickly the magic spell of first experiences can be broken.
Quickly enough that only seconds after riding her fiance until he gave her a wombful of semen, Sona Sitri stood menacingly at the foot of the bed, strapping a rather large blue dildo to her waist.
"Lelouch," the Sitri heiress said to her only male lover, affecting calm and dignity. "I would like to punish Rias for her transgression. You don't mind, right?"
"W-Wait!" the suddenly nervous redhead pleaded. "But, but you told him about my weak point too! You did it first! This isn't fair!"
The Gremory yelped as a coil of water wrapped around her body, dragging her to the end of the bed, Sona working with her magic to bend her over it. "Neither is sticking a finger up my ass without warning."
"What's that matter when you enjOIIII–!" Rias squealed as she felt a much larger intrusion than a finger into her back door. "Oh fuck, that's not fair! How big is that thing?!"
"Seven inches length, four in circumference," Sona answered, her voice straining. "Self-lubricating, adjustable, and replicates sensations for the wearer!" She proved the last point with a groan as her hips pushed another inch forward. "You're so tight!"
"Of course I am! I never–! Ugh, never mind!" Looking up the bed, Rias licked her lips, grabbing hold of Lelouch by the feet and dragging him down the bed with her until his still hard shaft was right below her. "Wouldn't want you to feel left out, Lulu-nii!"
"With a show like this, you think I'd feel left out?" he asked.
"Hmmm..." She hummed in lieu of a real answer, studying his dick before giving it a long lick from base to tip. All while Sona worked deeper and deeper into her ass. "He tastes like you, Sona. I bet this is what you'd taste like if I drank it all up from you." Leaning upward, she brought her greatest assets to bear. Wrapping her enormous breasts around that shaft, groaning as Sona finally dug all the way inside her and began fucking her. Feminine hips slapping against her plush ass. "Nph! Do you like that, Lulu-nii? Do you like the feel of my soft breasts wrapped around you? Do you like watching Sona fuck me in the ass? You can have the next turn if you want! I'm okay with anything as long as it's you!" Demonstrating that enthusiasm with action, she dove down to take the head of his cock between her lips, sucking him as she continued to jerk him with her tits.
"You're so sweet..."
"Ah, hm, ah!" Sona seemed to be reaching her limit, the pleasure fed into her body via the enchanted toy getting the better of her. As though she had a real cock and it was melting in the tight, engulfing heat of Rias' asshole. Her pace quickened, pounding her oldest friend's ass without mercy or restraint until, "Ahhn!" Her body hunched over her redheaded lover, riding out the wave.
Rias' lips released her fiance's dick with a wet pop. "Aww, already Sona? Big talk. I didn't even have time to finish!"
"Sh-shut it," the usually prim and proper woman complained, still recovering.
"I think, ahh..." Rias slowly pulled free of the fake dick lodged in her backside, sliding out from under the slimmer woman. "I think we need to take care of you now, Sona." Without warning, Rias unlatched the belt around Sona's waist, removing the toy from her. "Don't you think so, Lulu-nii?"
"Fair is fair, Sona," Lelouch agreed, sliding down the bed, pushing the dark haired Sitri heiress to a standing position as he stood up himself. Kissed her. Lifted her leg to hike it over his arm.
"W-Wait, what are you–" Lelouch moved first, once again filling her pussy. "Ah!" Then from behind, the same toy that had been inside Rias, suddenly entered Sona, filling her other hole. "Ooooooh!" Her whole body shuddered as she was stuffed front and back, both of her lovers filling her up. "Ooh, ah, ah–!"
"Sona... Did you just cum again, just from us putting them in?" Lelouch asked, finding such joy in breaking Sona's composure.
"My, weak point! No fair! No fair!" Sona complained in an uncharacteristically sweet and vulnerable fashion as she continued to shake, to tighten on the shafts invading her body. "So full!"
"Hoooo?" Rias murmured into Sona's ear from behind. "You said this was adjustable, right?" she asked, feeling at the base of the shaft, concentrating on that one little magical feature.
"W-Wait! Don't! Rias, I ca-ah-ahh!" She felt it. The swelling and lengthening of that shaft already inside her ass, filling her even more.
"There we go," the curvaceous redhead purred, pressing her body against her somewhat more petite lover. "Now it's about the same size as Lelouch. Isn't that nice? We match!"
"A preview of what comes next," Lelouch agreed as he started fucking Sona properly for the second time that night. Rias soon matched his movements, the two pistoning in and out of her holes in alternation.
"It's too much! It's too much! I can't!"
"You can," Lelouch told her with a kiss on the cheek. "Cum as much as you want. We'll take good care of you."
"Le-Lelouch! I–! Ahhh!" Another blinding wave of pleasure that robbed her of thought, all as both fake and real cock sent lightning shocks through her body.
"Big bad Sona, but you just melt under a combined assault, don't you?" Rias asked with teasing glee at seeing her friend's desperate, fuckdrunk face.
"Sho good! Sho- Ah! Ahahhh!" Her jaw hung loose as she wore an open mouthed smile, letting the experience crash and burn into her mind. An unforgettable experience, capped off by her man filling her pussy again. "N-Need... A break," she begged, flopping bonelessly onto the bed, mixed fluids leaking from her abused pussy.
"Aww..." Despite her whine, Rias quickly bounced back, bending over the bed next to Sona, presenting her butt. "Hey, Lulu-nii! Sona got there first but do you wanna try?" she asked, spreading her cheeks.
It was an offer he couldn't turn down, sinking himself into and enjoying that tight hole. Burying a load inside it just in time for Sona to recover enough to ask for her turn. At which point he laid her atop Rias to give her another filling.
On. And on. A devil's appetite for debauchery was strong. And three young devils indulging their desires after holding them back for so long, they continued fucking well into the night. Not ceasing until the pre-dawn hours as they lay in companionable comfort, looking up at the open night sky above them. The platters of food retrieved for them to pick at by their leisure, enjoying the post-coital bliss.
"I wish we could be like this forever," Rias sighed wistfully.
"Of course you do, you exhibitionist."
"Not like that!" Rias whined at the unasked for commentary on her habits. "I don't mean naked! I mean–! And there's nothing wrong with being free with my body! I like the feel of air on bare skin!"
"That's why you flash your peerage every chance you get?"
"Mou..."
"Flash anyone you want," Lelouch reassured his more free-spirited lover, kissing her on the forehead. "But the only one, only man who gets to touch is me."
"Of course, Lulu-nii!" Rias answered without an instant of doubt as she snuggled closer into his chest. "I can't wait to get married... I want to try naked apron."
Sona rolled her eyes. "Of course you do."
"Don't worry Sona! You can punish the naughty housewife for forgetting to put on clothes!"
Lelouch smirked as he saw the straight-laced girl blush, evidently liking the idea. But decided not to comment on it. "I feel like I'll be punishing you for a lot of things."
"That's the fun of it!"
From where they were, from their completely unobstructed view, they couldn't miss the first rays of dawn cresting over the horizon. Even if Lelouch raised the shutters a little to keep the dreaded light ball at bay. "We have to get ready for school. It's going to be a long day," Sona sighed.
Lelouch had to agree. Teaching at a (mostly) all-girl school could still be a headache at times. Especially being the young, attractive and sophisticated teacher for the girls to daydream over. But it was his burden to bear. "You'll still be watching my Rating Game debut this weekend?"
"Wouldn't miss it."
"It will be a valuable experience for my peerage."
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The screen in the stadium waiting room switched from advertisements to a blaring soundscape. Typical for sporting events, before switching again to show a desk like most any sports commentators might use in the human world. Behind it, two men who were both familiar to those familiar with Rating Games. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you're just joining us, welcome to another exciting Rating Game special event! This is an exhibition match between two young devils. A debut for one and a chance at revenge for the other! I'm your special guest commentator Ruval Phenex, currently ranked number 10 in the official rankings! And with me we have the familiar face here to lend his unmatched expertise to our audience; current champion Diehauser Belial!"
The camera swept from the blond devil to his compatriot, grey hair and eyes, largely unremarkable despite his status. "Thank you, I'm happy to be here again. Though Ruval, wouldn't this be something of a conflict of interest for you? Commentating on your own brother's match? I hope you intend to be impartial."
"Hahaha, not at all!" Ruval laughed. "I'm going to hype my baby brother up from here to the ends of the underworld! Not that he needs my help!"
"Ha, well, I don't know what I expected. That said, while you describe it as revenge, it seemed anything but in the promos that each competitor provided. It seemed more along the lines of a friendly rivalry from what I saw."
"Of course, Diehauser! We Phenex are proud and magnanimous to a fault! Of course my brother would only wish to give his opponent a warm welcome to the Rating Game circuit! ... A very warm welcome," the Phenex added with a sinister grin.
"I'm sure. Now if you'll forgive me for giving the rundown on your brother's peerage, Ruval."
"Not at all!"
"Fans will be familiar with Riser Phenex' peerage." A multitude of faces came on screen, complete with accompanying bar graphs marking their specialities in combat. "A carefully constructed coterie of beauties beyond belief. The bomb queen, Yubelluna. Knights Karlamine and Siris, Bishops Mihae and of course the youngest Phenex sibling Ravel, Rooks Isabela and Xuelan, and of course Pawns Ile, Nel, Ni, Li, Marion, Barent, Shuriya and Mira. A full roster of pieces, and a pretty orthodox line-up. Each piece representing the nature of their class. Technique Knights, Wizard and Support Bishops, Power Rooks. And of course Yubelluna, the lynchpin of the roster for the third son of Phenex, an explosive Power Wizard type." The profiles were cleared, returning the camera to the champion. "Riser Phenex has proven his intent to have a peerage who play to their strengths."
"That's not to ignore the prowess of the King," Ruval continued. "Riser Phenex having secured his place as a dangerous opponent to underestimate! Finding a win against a man who can regenerate from anything is a tall order! I should know."
"That's true. Not insurmountable though," the champion noted.
"... Don't be a dick, Diehauser."
"Wouldn't dream of it. And despite having found victory in the past, Lelouch Bael will be hard pressed to take advantage of the weakness he found in the Phenex flames at that time." That exact occasion appeared onscreen, a young Lelouch and Riser in combat that ended with the Phenex' body marked with holes and a clearly significant spell charged and ready to be released. "That fight concluded with Riser capitulating, knowing he would be unable to regenerate his head. Rating Game fans will have seen in his matches that Riser Phenex has overcome the weaknesses that cost him that fight. His opponent will need to work much harder to overcome the Phenex Flames this time."
"Speaking of his opponent, let's take a look at the Bael peerage, why don't we?" Much fewer profiles appeared this time. Seven as opposed to sixteen, and one of those crossed out. "Unlike the Phenex, Lelouch Bael does not have anywhere close to a full set. In fact, despite his back line being complete, one of his Rooks, his younger brother Sairaorg Bael, will not be participating!"
"Indeed," Diehauser agreed with solemn gravity. "Going into the match short-handed is going to be a problem he'll need to overcome. There's always the argument of quantity versus quality though and quality is certainly something young Lelouch has in the members of his peerage. First, the familiar face. Sara Murgia, formerly of Lady Misla Bael's peerage." The profile for the named devil moved centre-screen, the bar graph filling significantly in the Power category, and only a little in the Technique category. "We've seen her as a fierce combatant, a civil war veteran. A distinct Power type Rook. A hand to hand fighter with minor magical supplement to add just a little more heat. Both figuratively and sometimes literally."
"Next up," Ruval took over, "another familiar face for a minor scandal and another grudge match in the making! Queen of the Bael peerage, Kallen Stadtfeld. A human war veteran of superhuman ability even before reincarnation, and this generation's Red Dragon Empress! Having faced Yubelluna before while only recently reincarnated, she came out the victor." Footage displayed the previous altercation, showing off how Yubelluna toyed with the redhead until the Boosted Gear awakened, allowing Kallen to quickly turn the tables. "Will the Bomb Queen be able to get her revenge?! By what we've seen, Stadtfeld is definitively a Power type, but after a few years of training, I'm expecting to be surprised!" Unlike the previous graph, while this one filled in the Power category, a large question mark blinked over the top of the entire graph.
"On to the Knights, or should I say Knight. Taking up both Knight pieces and deservedly so! Mash ab-Galahad! This little cutie might be a Knight of Chastity but you'd never guess it by that armour! Carrying an enormous shield and the legendary blade Arondight, we might not have seen much of her but with a pedigree like that she can't be underestimated." Another question mark chart, but one that showed a likely favouritism for Technique.
"That's true. Riser will need to take her seriously or he'll be in a heap of trouble." Ruval seemed to glare at the camera.
"Down to the Bishops!" the Phenex shouted as if to distract from very obviously giving his brother advice before the match. "Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova, once a human princess, now she serves her King. An accomplished magician, I'd expect some orthodox approaches in her combat focus. Wizard, maybe a touch of Support. And for the other Bishop, Shirone, formerly a nekoshou youkai. We've seen a few youkai of various types in these games."
"Not many like her though. The nekoshou are famed for their incredible aptitude for sage arts. Writing her off as just another orthodox Bishop might be a mistake."
"Ooh, ominous commentary from a champion! And finally we have Lelouch Bael himself! What we've seen from him is a strong aptitude for the Power of Destruction. His first battle with Riser Phenex was a display of magical aptitude that suggests a Wizard type." The bar graph next to Lelouch's smirking face showed an overwhelming specialisation as a Wizard.
"I would agree," Diehauser spoke haltingly, "However, if you watch closely, you can see he rarely employed overwhelming power." Once again, footage of the altercation from years prior played for the audience. "Often relying on trickery, traps and careful use of his abilities to the greatest effect. So perhaps a Wizard that leans toward the Technique type."
"Good insight, good insight! Will our predictions hold water or will they be blown out of the water! We'll find out soon! We're ten minutes out from the start of the game! So here's a quick word from our sponsor and be part of the conversation on the official rating game Devilbook page and on Tellerpath!"
Kallen stared up at the screen, perplexed. "Barely five minutes between adverts. This place really is Hell." She turned to face the rest of the peerage. "Did they really just give all of the information about both sides to the competitors?"
"It was all surface level information," Lelouch answered, elbows on his knees, hands folded under his nose. "If that information turned out to be the difference between winning and losing, the match would have been an embarrassment without it."
"Except the part where Ruval warned his brother about our adorable Knight here," Sara noted with a frustrated huff.
"What's wrong with my armour?" Mash asked, hurt and self-conscious in her armour that covered less than many one-piece swimsuits. "What was he trying to say?"
"He was saying you look lovely, Mash," Lelouch consoled her as best he could while he considered his options for the last time.
"Hmmmm..." She sounded like she didn't believe him, yet elected to take the compliment from her King with a pleased blush.
"So, any changes to the plan?" Kallen asked.
"Broadly speaking, no," he answered, rising from his seat. "There might be some minor adjustments depending on the terrain they choose for us. But I believe we have this handled. Riser won't know until it's far too late. Mash, if Riser takes the field–"
"Push him back. I understand."
"Shirone, are you sure you're ready for–Ow!" In the process of kneeling to be at eye level with her, she responded with a swift kick to his shin.
"Stop keeping me back, nya! I'mma bust some heads!"
Sara chuckled at his expense. "Kids, huh?"
Furious and adorable eyes swerved toward the leotard-clad woman. "Nyaaaa-Urk!" A charge defeated before completion by a fellow Bishop catching the nekoshou by the back of the neck.
"Save it for Riser's peerage, Shirone."
"One minute remaining."
"Everyone ready?" Lelouch asked one last time, getting firm nods from most. "Alright then. Victory is ours."
"And we're about to see the terrain for this Rating Game!" Ruval announced on the screen. "This will be a base rules game in a standard size arena. The details of this exhibition match terrain were decided by fan suggestion lottery! And one lucky lady is about to see one of her favourite scenes come to life!"
The teleportation began, taking the Bael peerage to a new location. A small building at the base of an unnaturally shaped valley with a river flowing through it. A waterfall to one end of the river, and open water the other. Decorating the valley were two enormous statues that– "Why is this familiar?" Lelouch asked himself, looking around the scene. He could see the opposition's base, behind the feet of the opposite statue. And as he looked up at it...
"Is that Riser?" Kallen asked. "Did they make a statue of– Wait does that mean–?!" The redhead flew out of the base toward the river to get a good look up at the statue. "HA! It is! They made statues of you for this thing! This is great! I can see up your nose!"
"Kallen, get back here," he called after her, his Queen coming back still laughing. He knew what this was now. The statue poses were distinctive, a hand with two fingers raised facing toward the other statue.
Really, Rias?
"Alright," Lelouch sighed. "The terrain works for and against us. It's perfect for Kallen's part of the plan, but far less so for everyone else's part of the plan. There's far less cover than I hoped there might be. That's why the very first thing we need to do is create some cover. Ana, Shirone, that's your job. Can you handle it?"
"Yes."
"Kallen?"
She smirked, and with a moment's focus and spellcasting, a second Kallen was right beside her.
Topless.
"Wha–?!" the second Kallen, Kallen Kozuki yelped, covering her chest. "Why would you do that?! You know this shit is being broadcast, right?!"
"Yep," Kallen Stadtfeld answered, entirely unrepentant. "The whole underworld saw my tits. Now they've seen yours."
"They're the same tits!"
"Nah, mine are perkier."
"Bitch!"
"Ladies," Lelouch cut in. "Kallen, you can make your own top."
She grumbled, doing exactly that. "Still it's the principle!"
"Sara, you're playing base guard as well as bodyguard."
"Always," she answered stiffly.
"If any of their Pawns get close to this base, we need to deal with them swiftly and surely," he warned. "They know full well we don't have any Pawns. That means they don't need to worry at all about defence, especially given Riser's supposed immortality." The King looked forward to testing the limits of that. "They can commit to an all-out assault the moment the match officially starts. We need to stop them in their tracks and deny the Pawns a chance at Promotion. If they can overwhelm us with numbers and get more back line pieces in play, this game will become far more trouble than it needs to be."
"Preparation time will end in thirty seconds. Repeat. Match will begin in thirty seconds."
"And remember. Riser," Lelouch added. "Only fight him if he forces you to."
"Match start in five. Four. Three. Two. One."
The squeal of a starting buzzer. And as predicted, the figures of Riser's side could barely be seen emerging from his own base.
And at the same time, from Lelouch's base, Mash rocketed out of the door with Anastasia standing and looking ever so elegant atop the Knight's shield, entirely unperturbed by the high speeds. Before that same Knight launched the Bishop toward the river. "Viy! Viy! Viy!" The unknown beast, her shadowy protector, uncoiled from within her soul, malevolent golden eyes peering at the approaching devils and freezing them in fear for just a moment. "Territory Creation! Permafrost Empire!" Her feet dropped, not onto the water, but onto ice as it spread outward and upward into a great maze of frost crystals and facsimile buildings twenty feet high. "Hoo, lucky this river was here. It made this much easier!"
As Anastasia was performing this spell, Shirone was taking a more direct and destructive approach to occluding the enemy. After all, they had two great big structures that were just begging to be torn down. "Senjutsu," she whispered. Even in this unnatural space, this artificial space, nature still permeated it. There was nature here, even transient as it might have been. Centring herself, focusing and drawing in that energy, her body began to glow. Her feline features become more pronounced. Her nose twitched. Her body twitched. After gathering this energy it could overwhelm if not set to purpose. "Rrrragh!" She raced across the stone riverbank, slammed into and through first one leg of the nearer statue, then the other. Not finished, she raced across the now frozen river, leaping as ice crystals formed underneath her feet. Finding ones that would carry her faster toward her destination. Shattering the base of the other statue as well.
The two stone representations of the leaders in this battle were toppled the moment the battle began. Used as simple fodder to undermine the enemy. The stage once an open river valley. Now was a mess of scattered rubble, ice, and freezing mists.
Then, above all of that, soared a familiar figure. Kallen Stadtfeld flying above the middle of the arena. She took a deep breath in. "YUBELLUNA!" she bellowed. "UP FOR ANOTHER SCRAP?! COME AN' 'AVE A GO THEN!"
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