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Draconic Codex - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-05-01 09:32:03 +0000 UTCDxD: Draconic Codex - Chapter 1
Hyoudou Issei collapsed onto the wooden bench with a groan and a tired sigh, one that didn’t sound natural coming from a young man of only twenty years.
My brain feels like it’s gonna explode… too much math!
Who’d have thought that learning to make video games would require so much calculus?
Certainly not his idiotic younger self who chose this damn course…
As his body melted into the worn timber, his brown eyes fluttered open and he scanned his surroundings.
This was a popular spot for students at Kuoh University to unwind. Just beside the dorms, it offered a wide stretch of neatly trimmed grass that looked almost artificial, plenty of shade beneath the tall, zelkova trees, and a stunning view of the lake bordering the campus. All of it was framed by the surrounding forest and mountains, giving KU the feel of a private retreat tucked away on the outskirts of town.
Scanning the nearby dozing students once more, Issei let out an amused snort. Each and every one of them looked as tired as he felt - some were even just straight-up sleeping in the shade.
Hearing splashing sounds coming from the lake, Issei looked up and saw the rowing team practising, gliding along the glassy lake with practised efficiency. He zoned out, watching the craft effortlessly cut through the water in an almost-trance until he was snapped out of his fugue-state by the sound of ‘hot-girl giggles.’
He had an ear for these things.
He glanced over at the group of young women - freshmen, he guessed. Each one of them was gorgeous, and one of them even had a rack to absolutely die for.
His gaze passed over them with a disinterest that would have had his younger self gaping in outrage.
A few years ago, back when he was in highschool, he’d have been ogling and drooling over the undeniable beauties like a dog in heat, wanting nothing more than to bury his face in the brunette’s impressive cleavage.
These days? Well… having a girlfriend, especially one as hot as his, tended to mellow a guy out.
He smirked, then let out a familiar, perverted chuckle that would have had the girls of his highschool class shuddering in revulsion.
Not only was his girl the sexiest woman he’d ever seen - he’d argue a literal goddess-made-flesh if she wouldn’t slap him upside the head for improper use of grammar - not only had he somehow managed to woo her, but she also made sure to handle his once raging, out-of-control libido.
And he, of course, did the same.
The clock-tower started to chime and Issei instinctively looked over his shoulder, beyond the Quad in the distance, past the imposing, black gothic cathedral that posed as an auditorium most of the time, and to the faculty building housed further up the mountain.
Like most of the buildings at KU, it was built in a beautiful, imposing gothic-style - a manor in all-but-name - that wrapped around the towering, landmark clock-tower.
If it weren’t for the mountains surrounding the school and acting like a natural barrier, the clock-tower would have been visible from his parent’s house on the opposite end of town.
As things stood though, it towered over the campus and served as a reminder for when the next block of classes would start.
Checking his phone, he couldn’t help but grin. Despite his fatigue, he couldn’t help feeling invigorated as the final class of the day drew near.
Issei's singular elective offered him a much-needed break from his otherwise math and coding-dense class load for his Computer Science degree.
He loved his Occult Symbolism in Ancient Civilisations elective, his inner nerd delighting in having these tales from myth and legend brought to life before his eyes.
When his girlfriend had shown him the class, Issei had initially been worried that it’d be taught a dry, old crone that would put him to sleep, but Professor Adrian Vale made the classes fun and engaging. The handsome older man was incredibly chill, far more so than his other professors.
Of course, no matter how chill Adrian was, Issei wouldn’t enjoy the class half as much if he didn’t share it with his awesome girlfriend.
With a sudden pep to his step, and thoughts of the monumental weekend he'd planned ahead, Issei made his way to the Humanities building grinning like an absolute fool.
A fool in love.
-
The second he spied the shock of unnaturally crimson hair when he slipped into the classroom, Issei froze and just stared.
Even in jeans and a simple top - one snug enough that it did very little to obscure his girlfriend’s prodigious chest - Rias Gremory looked like the world had slowed down just to admire her. Her crimson hair spilled over her shoulders like waves of silk set ablaze, catching the light as she turned her head, oblivious to the effect she had on the room. There was no throne beneath her, no magic swirling around her, yet she radiated presence - effortless, undeniable, noble.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
Every time I look at her I start thinking like a fucking poet…
If his friends could hear his mushy, gushing thoughts, Issei wasn't sure he'd escape the experience alive.
It wasn’t just her beauty though - it was the way she moved and acted, graceful without trying, like she didn’t walk so much as glide through space that willingly made way for her. Her eyes, sharp as they were soft, locked with his for the briefest second, and something ancient and primal fluttered in his chest. When she favoured him with the smile she reserved only for him, it was enough to make his knees go weak.
In fact, her eyes lit up with mirth and love when she caught his embarrassing half-stumble, clearly relishing in the effect she still had on him, even after years of dating.
Issei hurried up the rows to join his girlfriend, ignoring the jealous glares he’d rightfully earned from his peers with practised ease, and plopped into the seat beside her. Before she could even get a word out, Issei buried his face in her chest and snuggled, her boobs absolutely his favourite pillow.
If Rias had an issue with such public displays of affection, she certainly didn’t show it, hadn’t ever shown it.
Still not convinced she’s not a massive exhibitionist…
Her giggle was like music to his ears, the gentle kiss to the temple and her delicate fingers running through his scruffy hair almost orgasmic.
‘Rough day?’
Her voice was like honey, seductive without even meaning it to be. She only tried to convey concern and love, but Issei felt his jeans tighten anyway.
‘Don’t wanna talk about it,’ he mumbled, his voice muffled by her immense cleavage. To be honest, it had been a rough week, his boss having worked him to the bone in the kitchen so he could earn the time-off he’d asked for that weekend. ‘It’s all better now anyway…’
Rias chuckled softly and kissed him again, her fingers continuing to run through his hair uninterrupted until their eccentric professor finally joined them, stumbling into the classroom and carting along a large, sealed container on a trolley.
Seeing him bumping into everything in an attempt to get the oversized crate into the classrooms, one of the other girls who always sat in the front row - Yuma, if he recalled correctly, a hottie in her own right - hurried to give him a hand. Issei didn’t even glance as the ravenette’s chest bounced with her movements, he had all the boobs he could ever want in his face and, as far as he was concerned, the longer Adrian and Yuma took, the longer he could keep his face buried in them.
Rias chuckled softly again and ran her short fingernails over his scalp - the move had him almost involuntarily kicking his leg like a dog. To casual admirers, it might seem like Rias’ personality did a one-eighty whenever it came to her boyfriend, cold and aloof one second, flirty and cuddly the next.
Issei first met Rias for the first time in highschool - as much as admiring the unbelievable beauty from afar could count as meeting, anyway.
For months, he didn’t even have the courage to approach her let alone speak with her - not only was she a year older than him, not only was she so sexy that he risked cumming in his pants every time he caught a whiff of her perfume, but she carried herself with a casual aloofness that made her feel unapproachable.
Rias had never been rude or cold, she just gave off an unintentional aura that radiated untouchability, like she was a noble lady amongst peasants.
…Or a boss in an MMO.
Rias was unreasonably pleased about that when I eventually told her…
It had been their shared love of video games that had started their relationship, shockingly. Call him a chauvinist, but he hadn’t expected someone so attractive, popular and scholarly to have such a nerdy hobby.
Ironically, it wasn’t until after she graduated highschool that Issei got the courage to finally speak with her… in line at their local video game shop.
They’d both lined up to be the first to get the newest Dragon Hunter game, and they’d proceeded to geek out together over all the preview footage and reviews while they waited. Tragically, he’d learned that Rias typically played these games single-player only, a travesty he'd vowed to her to correct.
…He never said he was Casanova.
They’d spent the next year growing closer, playing so much Dragon Hunter together that he could honestly say he spoke and spent time with Rias more than his best friends.
Knowing that she’d enrolled at KU, Issei had buckled down in his last year and made sure he’d have the grades to join her. The memory of the look on face when he surprised her on campus and just about managed to not fumble asking her out was one he’d treasure for the rest of his life.
Issei had been terrified she’d reject him, treat him as another overeager fanboy who. Just because she played video games with him, didn’t mean she shared his feelings.
He thanked his lucky stars every day that he ignored his brain-dead, virgin friends’ sage advice - no doubt gleaned from social media.
Issei was interrupted from his trip down memory lane at the sound of the professor’s stick of chalk scratching against the black board. Reluctantly, he pulled away from Rias with a final peck on the lips and opened to a blank page in his notebook.
Looking up, his eyebrows disappeared into his hairline when he read the words the professor had written on the board.
The Sun-Eater: Draconic Archetypes in Early Mesopotamian Myth
He turned to his girlfriend with wide, excited eyes, mouthing ‘Dragons?!’ while vibrating in his seat. Rias favoured him with a strange smile and motioned back to the board with a wink.
Issei didn’t need any encouragement to pay attention. He loved dragons, always had - in video games, myth, legend, whatever!
Seeing how excited his students were, Adrian began his lecture with a wide, cheeky smile, going into the myth in question, how it changed over time, and its relevance today. When Adrian was done with his lecture, he hopped over to the large crate he’d brought to class with him with a flourish.
Everyone’s eyes widened when the professor pulled out a crowbar from behind his desk and pried open the crate with a grunt of effort.
The sides clattered to the wooden floor with a loud bang, earning gasps and exclamations from everyone but Issei. Dust billowed out into the classroom in an ominous cloud while muffled shouts of annoyance came from neighbouring lecture halls.
The complete silence grew to excited whispers when Adrian moved out of the way and showed off the crate’s contents with a flourish of his arms.
‘Ta-daaa!’
What at first just looked like an old chunk of rock turned out to be anything but.
It was a statue - just about taller than Adrian himself - and ancient-looking, shaped like a coiled dragon, wings folded, its mouth open in a silent roar. Most of its body was encased in a thick shell of grey and rust-colored mineral, rough like fossilized lava. Cracks spiderwebbed across the crust, revealing veins of something smoother beneath — pale green, polished in places, like jade trying to remember it was once alive.
The other students leaned forward in their seats, theorizing over the ancient artefact in excited whispers.
Issei heard none of it.
The moment his eyes locked with the dragon statue’s, buried under millenia of caked-on residue as they were, something in his world shifted.
The air suddenly seemed too thin, and his vision blurred at the edges. He felt something in the statue calling out to something in him, and a low, slow hum reverberated all over his body, just under the skin - like a tuning form pressed against his very bones.
Just for a second, as he stared deep into the statue’s eyes… Issei felt it stare back. Not at anyone in the class, not at Rias, but him.
He sucked in a startled breath, his eyes wide with shock. He might have just stared dumbly at the ancient artefact for hours had his girlfriend none-too-gently shoved him with her shoulder. Blinking his too-dry eyes, he shook his head to clear the cobwebs and looked to his girlfriend in confusion. For some reason, the gorgeous redhead was favouring him with a wide smile, her mesmerising blue-green eyes sparkling with delight.
‘Huh?’
Much to his surprise and embarrassment, everyone in the classroom laughed at his expense and he turned to see the professor staring up at him with an eager, patient smile, his avuncular demeanor dispelling any tension zoning out in any of his other classes might have stirred.
‘Err, Sorry Adrian. I… zoned out for a sec. What’d you say?’
His chill professor laughed and waved him off with a casual shrug. ‘Nonsense! You’re clearly fascinated by this ancient artefact - I only asked if you wanted to come have a closer look?’
Licking his dry lips, Issei’s eyes shifted back over to the dragon statue and he felt the soft humming in his bones again, like it was calling to him. Rias squeezed his hand before he left and gave him a supportive smile, but Issei only had eyes for the dragon.
He stumbled down the stairs in a daze, the professor’s lecture continuing as he did so, but drowning out into an inaudible buzz the closer Issei drew to the statue. At that moment, there was nothing in this world he wanted more than to reach out and touch its stony surface, but he at least still had the presence of mind to turn to his professor for permission.
Adrian’s lips moved, he smiled and nodded, but Issei didn’t hear the words - the humming almost drowning out every other of his senses. What started as a bone-deep thrum, a tuning fork pressed against his spine, became so much more - something vast, ancient, alive.
It was all Issei could do to remain standing.
He’d been to a rock concert with his girlfriend exactly once. It hadn’t really been his or Rias’ scene, but one of her friends had been performing, and she’d wanted to show support. Issei remembered the inadvisable decision to loiter too close to a massive subwoofer while Rias ducked into the club’s bathroom.
This feeling... it was eerily similar. Not quite sound - more like pressure. A dense, invisible weight that vibrated through his core, threatening to turn his bones to jelly and drop him to the floor.
Almost in a desperate attempt to make the foreign feeling stop, Issei finally reached out a hand and laid just the tips of his fingers against what, on closer inspection, looked like crusted-over jade.
In an instant, it was as if all the air was sucked out of the room, and the strange thrumming disappeared without a trace or explanation. Issei let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding and relaxed when his apparently random psychotic break resolved itself.
Just as his muscles relaxed though and he started to pull his hand away, Issei swore his eyes played tricks on him as a tiny spark of red electricity zapped his outstretched fingers. Issei yelped, the stinging sensation not too dissimilar from touching one of those electric fly-swatters.
Don’t ask why he knew what that felt like…
He turned to the professor with wide eyes and a racing heart, clutching his hand to his chest and laughing awkwardly. ‘I didn’t know you could get static shocks from a rock…’
Had he turned to his professor just a millisecond earlier, Issei might have seen the man’s eyes widen and shine with what was normally masterfully suppressed glee. Instead, Adrian laughed affably and shooed Issei back to his seat with a comforting pat on the shoulder.
Unlike their professor, his girlfriend had no interest in hiding her shock. Issei raised his eyebrows in confusion as he ascended the stairs once more and returned to his seat. He was so enraptured by Rias’ beautiful, stunned features that he failed to notice Yuma staring at him with narrowed eyes as he passed her, her pen held in a white-knuckled death-grip.
When Issei retook his seat, his eyes never leaving Rias’ stunned features, he leaned over with a puzzled frown and whispered, ‘What? What’s with the look?’
It took a second for Rias to regain her wits and respond, but when she did, she favoured him with a smile so wide it may as well have been a critical hit directly to his heart.
‘Nothing,’ she whispered back, putting her hand over his and shuffling closer. ‘We’ll talk later, okay?’
Issei frowned. ‘You’re acting weird… you horny? Is this a sex thing?’ His smile turned positively perverse. ‘I hope it’s a sex thing.’
Issei’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson when, instead of batting his teasing remarks away, Rias bit her lip sexily and leaned over so she could whisper directly into his ear, her hot breath causing his entire body to shiver in delight.
‘Maybe,’ she teased in a playfully flirty tone.
Now, he and Rias had been sexually active for years, it took more than a few teasing words to get him going.
Of course, having said words accompanied by her delicate, cool hand slipping into his jeans, past his boxers and gripping his rock-hard shaft directly at the same time, all the while they were still in the middle of class?
Issei’s entire body stiffened before he melted against Rias’s soft body, his head resting on her shoulder as she continued to fondle him under the desk.
Did she pull her hand out? Of course she fucking didn’t. With a permanent impish smile gracing her features, Issei had the unenviable task of trying to act like everything was normal for the rest of class, all the while Rias switched to taking notes with her non-dominant hand like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Suddenly, Issei couldn’t wait for his favourite class to be over.
-
The second the professor dismissed them, Rias released his cock, took his hand and dragged Issei out of the classroom with an eagerness that had excitement bubbling in his chest.
He eyed the dragon statue once more as they passed it, but unlike earlier, there was no weird reaction.
They rushed through the Quad in a blur, past the student admin building and straight to the dorms on the lake.
To call the building a simple dormitory was doing it a grave injustice. Keeping in theme with the rest of KU’s architectural style, the dorms looked more like a traditional gothic castle straight out of nineteenth century England.
And if he likened the dorms to a castle, it was fair to say Rias had the royal suite. They barely made it out of the elevator on the top floor when Rias shoved him against the wall and started to kiss him with a hunger and passion that took his breath away.
Unwilling to let his girlfriend have all the fun, Issei gripped Rias’ wrists, spun them around and pinned them above her head, planting soft kisses all along her neck and collarbone, growling at how the thin, offensive material of her top got in his way.
Rias let out a breathy laugh before wrestling control back from him with matching ferocity. They kept this game up, crawling along the wall one flip at a time until they reached the door to her room.
Issei remembered the day when Rias first invited him back to her room like it was yesterday. Nothing about the palatial suite could be associated with the word dorm, but he’d figured that that was just how the rich lived.
High-arched windows stretched nearly from floor to ceiling, framed in dark, intricately carved wood that would have looked ancient to someone from the Tokugawa Shogunate. The setting sunlight spilled in through antique glass, casting golden streaks across the stone-tiled floor and the thick, wine-colored rug that covered most of it.
The ceiling soared above, vaulted and ribbed like the inside of a cathedral, complete with delicate gothic tracery and the soft glimmer of a candlelit, spiked chandelier suspended by cast-iron chain. Rich oak paneling lined the walls between columns of pale limestone, each etched with centuries-old flourishes that danced in the firelight from the hearth.
In front of the windows, a broad, imposing writing desk that wouldn’t look out of place in the offices of the world’s most powerful CEOs sat at the centre of attention - its surface gleaming beneath the sunlight, carved from dark-stained wood and inlaid with curling gold leaf. A throne-like, high-backed armchair that often housed his girlfriend’s noble ass was tucked beneath it.
Beside it, a sitting area had been arranged with effortless elegance: a low, polished coffee table surrounded by wingback armchairs in rich charcoal velvet, each one facing outward toward the golden, glistening lake and the forested mountains beyond. The view was breathtaking, and Issei had spent countless hours with his girlfriend cuddled in his arms just taking in its majesty, barely able to believe it was real.
Honestly, when Rias had first invited him to her room, sitting with one leg perched over the other on her throne, her cheek resting on her closed fist and a teasing smirk on her lips as she watched him gape like a country bumpkin, he didn’t know whether he was supposed to take a seat… or kneel.
Of course, that had been years ago. Now, the lovers blew past the opulent suite to the bedroom through a door to the side.
Inside, a sight he was far more familiar and comfortable with greeted them - a grand four-poster bed, its drapes of crimson and charcoal velvet flowing like banners in the dim glow from the lamplight. The canopy shimmered faintly, its delicate embroidery catching the light like thread-thin silver.
Issei shoved a giggling Rias through the curtain, but his minx of a girlfriend managed to snag his wrist on the way down and flip them around a final time. Issei fell - or sank - into the plush mattress, then froze when Rias pulled off her tight top and tossed it over her shoulder, her prodigious breasts clad in a sexy lace bra, completely sheer so that her large, pink nipples were visible through the alluring material.
The fact that his girl wore such scandalous underwear beneath such a flimsy top around campus drove Issei wild, and the knowing smirk on his girlfriend’s face reminded him that she could often read him like a book.
Issei shucked his jacket and pulled off his own shirt and, in the brief second his vision was obstructed in doing so, Rias dropped to the floor and positioned herself between his spread legs, a naughty smile on her lips as her dexterous fingers worked his jeans open.
‘Fuck,’ Issei cursed, as she freed the aching cock she’d been teasing for the past hour, all six of his girthy inches pointing straight up at her chin, ‘I love you so much, so perfect, so naughty…’
He sucked in a sharp breath through clenched teeth as Rias lowered her head and took his crown in between her delicate lips, the tip of her tongue dancing and feathering against his slit while her hands ran up and down his thighs.
Her muffled giggle at his exultant groan was the cherry on top of this sexy sunday, and her evil cackle at his groan of disappointment when she pulled back off, along with the delicate peck to the tip and licking of his precum, almost did him in - or rather, it would have, had Issei been as inexperienced as he was when he first starting getting naughty with his girlfriend.
When he’d lost his virginity to Rias, he’d barely lasted more than a few, overeager thrusts before having to pull out with a despairing, traumatised wail. He’d read about premature ejaculators, laughed at them, he’d never thought he’d be one of them - but Rias was just too gorgeous, his virgin, overstimulated mind too excited.
Rather than dump his sorry ass, Rias had not only stuck with him, but they’d explored their sexualities together. She’d helped him turn one of his most traumatic, humiliating experiences of his young life into one of his most valuable.
Issei often asked himself what he did to land a girl as perfect as Rias, but he didn’t dare question his good fortune. Instead, he repaid her loyalty and love with an almost fanatic drive to please her not just in life, but in the bedroom too.
He wasn’t hung like a porn-star - his perspective no-doubt skewed by his youthful indiscretions and addictions - but he made up for it with stamina, enthusiasm and being a master of Rias’ body. He made use of that stamina in that moment, running his fingers through Rias’ crimson locks as she gave his cock a delicate tongue bath.
After ten minutes of pure bliss, Rias pulled off with an adorable pout, bringing him out of his happy place with a pinch to the thigh.
‘Huh? Why’d you stop?’
‘I’ve trained you too well,’ she said with puffed cheeks and a turned up nose. ‘This used to be enough to make you cum.’
Issei graced her with a cocky smirk. ‘What can I say? You need to up your game, Princess.’
Her blue-green eyes narrowed at the implied challenge, a look he was all-too-familiar with after years of gaming together and their good-natured back-and-forth ribbing. Issei’s cocky smirk quickly vanished when Rias’ smile turned positively sweet.
Too sweet.
‘If you insist, Is-sei.’
The sin-song way she sang his name had him questioning his decision, but he forgot all about that when she stuck a long, delicate finger in her mouth and started to suck while simultaneously nuzzling his member with her pale, delicate skin.
Confused, Issei just shrugged and went back to enjoying the less intense, but still enjoyable sensations.
Then he froze, his eyes widening in shock when he felt Rias’ saliva-coated digit circling his back door.
‘Wha -?!’
‘Akeno taught me this,’ Rias purred, as she continued to gently rub small circles around his sphincter. He didn’t know why, but just the thought of Rias’ promiscuous best friend talking to his relatively inexperienced girlfriend about sex had his cock throbbing with need. ‘She said it drives guys crazy…’
Taking his lack of refusal as permission, Issei watched as Rias bit her lip sexily and gently started to apply pressure against the tight ring of muscle. ‘Relax, my love,’ she cooed in a soothing voice, trying to get Issei to relinquish his grip on his virgin hole. Even if Issei consciously shrugged his shoulders and let his girlfriend have her way, there was something in his subconscious that seemed to rebel. His girlfriend sensed this, and she grinned wickedly. ‘Issei… if you are a good boy and let me in, I’ll let you do the same to me…’
Issei’s eyes flew wide and he groaned as she accompanied her words with a long, salacious lick along his shaft.
‘Except… I suspect what you’ll be using will be a lot thicker than my itty, bitty finger…’
That was enough for Subconscious Issei and, with a long, calming exhalation, his sphincter finally relaxed and his girlfriend was able to slide her delicate - and thankfully adequately lubed - finger into his backdoor.
Huh… kinda weird, but not as bad as I - HOLY SHIT!!!
Just as Issei was growing used to the strange sensation, Rias pressed against something inside him and he barely had time to bite down on his knuckles before letting out a strangled - frankly embarrassing - moan of pleasure.
Rias cackled manically, then gently eased off the pressure inside him. ‘Akeno said that spot drives men crazy - do you like it, my love? Do you like it when I finger you?’
Before he could even muster up enough mental energy to respond, not only did Rias press down on that spot again, but she swallowed his entire, girthy, six-inch length to the root.
‘Oooh fuuuuuuuuuck!’
Rias apparently loved his reaction, if her muffled giggles were anything to go by - giggles that he felt along the entire length of his throbbing shaft and only added to his pleasure.
The guys would probably think this is gay as hell - and I couldn’t give less of a fuck, stupid virgins.
With this new, unfamiliar sensation, it didn’t take long for Issei to fill his girl’s mouth with cum. He was almost embarrassed to admit that this new kind of play was over far too quickly for his liking. Issei didn’t need to warn Rias, it was as if she was milking him at this point, and when he finally came, she greedily drank down his essence like it was ambrosia.
His orgasm was so powerful his vision whited out for a second, and his body grew instantly lethargic. He didn’t come-to until he felt his girlfriend’s pillowy tits pressed against his chest, her curtain of crimson locks tickling his nose.
When his eyes fluttered back open, he was graced with the intoxicating sight of his smug girlfriend, her sexy smirk already breathing fresh life back into his recently spent member.
‘How was that for upping my game, my handsome, adorable Peasant?’
Issei couldn’t help the delirious giggle that slipped out at the absurd nick-name - one she only used when he called her Princess.
Instead of answering, Issei growled and flipped them over. Reaching forward, he unsnapped the front clasp of his girlfriend’s bra, allowing the hefty tit-flesh to spill free and sag with relief - just the way he loved it.
He then cursed amidst Rias’ giggles as he struggled to remove her skintight jeans and get at his prize.
Issei wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of the evening worshipping his girl’s pussy, edging her for hours and only entering her when the fragile thread of her sanity was on the verge of snapping…
But he had a very important appointment to keep.
Straddling one of Rias’s pale, meaty thighs, he rested the other against his chest and gently eased his thick cock into her glistening and eager core, angling his thrusts so that each one would scrape against the g-spot.
Rias hissed through clenched teeth, screwed her eyes shut and arched her back in pleasure.
‘Yessss, right there baby,’ she moaned, biting her lip to try and stifle the embarrassing sounds she was making. ‘Fuck me! Mmm, so good! So good!’
Issei clung to Rias’ thigh like it was a buoy in a stormy sea, his eyes flitting between his girlfriend’s ecstatic features and her bouncing and jiggling tits.
He may not be the giga-degenerate he was in highschool anymore, but there was one thing that absolutely hadn’t changed.
He loved big boobs - well, he loved all boobs, but he particularly loved what his girlfriend had to offer.
Whether naked and flopping around while they fucked, squeezed tightly in his hands - the fat seeping between his fingers - shoved in a sexy bra, crammed in a modest sweater or shown off in a low cut sundress - he often fantasized about his girlfriend’s tits in all their glorious forms.
Okay, maybe I’m still a degenerate…
Also, the distraction wasn’t helping any, and Issei felt his second orgasm rapidly approaching as he thrust like a piston into his girlfriend’s soaking, molten hot core. Thankfully, he’d already ripped an orgasm out of her and, in his defence, Rias had had a massive head start on him that evening.
Wrapping both of Rias’s legs around his waist allowed him to bend low and bury his face in his favourite place in the world. He took a flailing tit in each hand without pausing in his thrusting, mashed them together and sucked both puffy, pink nipples into his mouth.
Rias squealed, she loved having her nipples played with - one of her more obvious erogenous zones - especially when they fucked. She wrapped both arms around his neck and held him close, refusing to let go until she came with another shuddering cry, her body convulsing and shaking as pleasure coursed through her.
Her second orgasm was like a signal, and before Rias became too sensitive to continue fucking, Issei redoubled his efforts, desperate to cum in his girlfriend.
It didn’t take much. With a sultry whisper in his ear, a lusty, breathless plea of ‘cum in me,’ Issei’s body locked up and he unloaded half a dozen ropes of cum deep into his girlfriend’s protected womb, each ejaculation causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head and his body to jerk in pleasure. Rias squeezed him tight through it all, wrapping her arms and legs around him and locking his convulsing body against hers, his face buried in her magnificent, pillowy tits.
Minutes later, they laid in each other's arms, their heart rates evening out but their bodies still slick with the evidence of their passion.
‘How was that?’
Issei looked up from his position buried in Rias’ tits, his mouth obscured from his girlfriend’s gaze by her heavy cleavage but his eyes visible and conveying plenty of mirth.
‘What d’you mean?’ His voice came out muffled because of her titflesh, and Rias rolled her beautiful blue-green eyes and cuffed him on the head.
‘You know exactly what I mean, Peasant.’
Rias let out an exhausted, luxurious moan when he sucked particularly hard on her perfect, pebbled nipple in revenge.
Unbidden, Issei’s mind went back to the feeling of Rias sticking a finger in his ass, that spot she pressed down on, and how hard he’d subsequently cum.
He closed his eyes and shuddered at the memory, earning another giggle from his girlfriend.
When his eyes fluttered open again, they narrowed at the gorgeous redhead.
‘You can’t tell her.’
‘Why?’ Rias asked innocently. ‘Was is that good? You know Akeno and I tell each other everything…’
He shuddered again, his cheeks flushing pink. While Akeno wasn’t as bitchy with him as she was when he’d first started dating Rias - a little too flirty sometimes, even - that still didn’t mean he wanted to hand her a loaded gun with anti-Issei rounds pointed at his nuts.
‘You know why,’ Issei countered in deadpan, earning himself an adorable squeal when he pinched her nipples harder than Rias found enjoyable as punishment. ‘And yes, it was great, I don’t think you’ve made me cum harder before. Or maybe it’s because it was so different - I don’t know.’
Rias’ smile widened and ran her fingers through his hair. ‘So you’d want to do it again?’
Issei’s eyes twinkled mischievously. ‘Babe, if you let me fuck your ass, you can do whatever you want back there.’
This time, it was Rias’ eyes that sparkled with mischief and Issei suddenly wondered if he’d made a big mistake - literally. Instead, Rias flipped over on her belly and looked back at him over her shoulder, one hand reaching back and spreading a pale, plump cheek and showing off her delicate rosebud.
Issei licked his lips at the sight, all reason almost flying out the window.
Being best friends and pretty much unseen without the other in public, many would often compare the beauty of Rias Gremory and Akeno Himejima - they were considered the two Great Ladies back in highschool for a reason, after all.
And as beautiful as her raven-haired bestie undeniably was, Issei didn’t understand the comparison. He saw the similarities above the waist when just comparing physical features, heck, Akeno even had her beat in the tit department - if only slightly.
It was below the waist where Rias reigned supreme, where her European heritage had graced her with a plumper ass and thicker thighs.
Issei wanted nothing more than to bury his face in said ass, but a quick glance at the nearby clock had him cursing.
‘What’s wrong?’ Rias asked with a concerned frown.
‘Nothing - I just lost track of time and I’m running late.’
With an inhuman application of his godly willpower, Issei managed to get off the bed and escape the gravity well of his girlfriend’s inviting ass. Rias flipped back onto her back and propped herself up on her elbows to watch him dress, her heavy tits jiggling with her movements and almost causing him to cancel all his plans right there.
A quick reminder of what said plans were, however, set him straight.
‘Your wily tricks won’t work on me, Princess.’
Rias’ look was far too innocent. ‘Whatever do you mean?’
The devious wench punctuated her question by jostling her body just right, causing her tits to jiggle and sway with her movements before drooping down her chest once more.
He threw a nearby pillow at her head and Rias effortlessly blocked it by raising one of her long, toned legs. The movement not only exposed her glorious pussy, but it also started the process of having his cum leak out of her.
She’s gonna kill me. Stay focused Issei!
‘Are you sure you’re not some kind of succubus?’
Her weird smile whenever he called her that always confused him - like she found it far funnier than his lame joke warranted. ‘With the amount of sex we have? You’d be a husk by now, I’m afraid…’
‘Heh, true.’
Realising his resolve would hold, Rias got up from the bed with a defeated sigh, stretched out like a cat, and made her way towards the bathroom - of course, pausing in the doorway to spread her cheeks once more and offer a tantalising glimpse of his cum running down her thigh.
He stared after her longingly, long after his giggling girlfriend disappeared and he heard the shower running.
As much as he tried to convince himself that he, too, needed to wash and should absolutely join his girlfriend in the shower, he knew that if he did he would definitely be late for his appointment.
A little peek won’t hurt…
Once dressed, he stepped into the steamy bathroom and watched as Rias lathered soap over her perfect body through the wall-to-wall glass partition that separated the bathroom proper from the huge, walk-in shower.
Rias’ long, unnaturally crimson hair was tied up in a loose bun and kept out of the spray while she lathered soap into her heavy breasts. She smiled at him through the glass as he just leaned against the vanity and ogled her like a virgin.
I'll never get tired of her body…
If Rias minded, she certainly didn't show it. In fact, knowing his girlfriend like he did, she rather liked being watched.
Apparently done playing with her tits, Rias rose a delicate foot onto the stone bench that ran along the wall and started lathering up her legs. Gravity - oh blessed, sweet gravity - took over and did wondrous things to her breasts as she bent over, allowing them to hang in that teardrop shape that he loved so much, swaying with her movements.
How the hell am I still so damn horny? We just got done fucking!
Looking up into his girlfriend's eyes, she was smirking knowingly, as if she could read his mind.
‘You don't have to leave, we can just go to your parents’ together on Sunday for your mother's party…’
‘I promised to spend the weekend with them,’ Issei lied with a genuine sigh of disappointment, only feeling a little bad about the necessary falsehood.
Rias pouted childishly, the expression looking absolutely adorable on her sharp, beautiful features. ‘If you'd just let me buy you a motorcycle, you wouldn't have to leave so early to bike back to Kuoh…’
Issei pulled out his phone to check the time again before returning his gaze to his temptress girlfriend with a charming smile.
‘I guess I'm just old-fashioned like that baby,’ he teased. ‘I just don't like the idea of my girl buying things for me - that's not the way this is supposed to work.’
Rias paused in her lathering to favour him with a deadpan stare.
‘Probably should have thought of that before deciding to date someone like me, Peasant.’
Issei shot her a cheeky wink and snapped a picture of her naked, lathered-up body with his phone's camera.
‘Maybe I'll just upload my special album online? I'll be rich in no time…’
He was, of course, referring to the folder on his phone that held terabytes of illicit photos of his girlfriend.
Rather than take offence, Rias walked to the partition with a sultry smile and pressed her heavy tits against the cool glass, biting her lip sultrily and staring directly into the camera as they pancaked deliciously.
‘Yeah?’ She goaded, her breathy voice barely audible over the falling water. ‘Does the thought of strange men masturbating to your girlfriend excite you?’
Without waiting for an answer, she turned around and pressed her ass against the glass, bending over so her still soiled and leaky pussy was on full display. His seed was masterfully disguised by the sudsy lather gently sliding down Rias’ wet body, and Issei eagerly added another picture to his god-tier wank bank.
It's definitely getting used tonight…
Issei also felt himself throb at the naughty thoughts his girlfriend's sinful words conjured in his mind’s eye. He imagined legions of fellow degenerates paying to see some tasteful nudes, unaware that it was his cum mixed with the very soap she was rubbing into her body.
He'd never agree to it, of course. Not for some lame reason like jealousy though, but because he'd never pimp out his girlfriend like that…
No matter how much the thought turned the kinky exhibitionist on.
What if we did it for free though…?
Clearing his throat, Issei quickly changed the subject before he made a huge mistake and jumped into the shower with Rias - no doubt what the kinky little temptress was aiming for. He really did have an appointment to keep, one he wouldn’t miss for anything.
Not even for an entire night of sex with his insatiable girlfriend.
‘Got any plans for tonight?’
She turned back to him at his question, smiling impishly when she realised he’d switched his phone to recording.
‘Akeno and Koneko are coming over - we’ve got some family business to handle.’
Issei tried desperately to not let his frustration show at the vague answer - one he’d been fed for years at this point. If there was one pain-point in their otherwise faultless relationship, it was how she always held him at arm’s length when it came to this family business.
He knew her family was a sore topic for Rias - and from the little she had shared, that was putting it lightly - but he didn’t like the woman he loved having parts of her life she kept secret from him. Issei hid nothing from Rias, not even his browser history!
Apparently, he did a shitty job of hiding his frustration because Rias’ teasing smile softened and she once more pressed herself against the cool glass in an effort to close the distance. Issei’s eyebrows rose as he watched the myriad of expressions cross her beautiful features in a manner of seconds - frustration, determination, love, playfulness.
Finally, she bit her lip and smiled. It wasn’t the smile of a sultry temptress this time, it was more sweet, vulnerable, hopeful.
‘Issei,’ she began, her serious tone grabbing his attention more readily than her pancaking tits, ‘I think it’s time we had that conversation I’ve been putting off…’
Issei might be a bit of an idiot sometimes, but even he understood the hidden subtext of her words. This was the last barrier between them after all, a barrier she finally wanted to tear down.
What hilarious timing…
‘N-now?!’ Issei yelped, cursing when he stopped recording on his phone and checked the time, ‘I’m already running late!’
She smiled wide then fogged the glass with her breath, drew a love heart then kissed it.
‘This weekend - after your mother’s party.’
It was his mother’s birthday that weekend, and Issei would be cooking a feast for the four of them - his parents, Rias and himself. Just thinking about what else he had planned for that night had his palms starting to sweat.
He pursed his lips and matched Rias’ intense stare. ‘You’ll tell me everything…?’
Rias had the good graces to look guilty, but nodded with determination. ‘We’ve been dating for more than two years… Issei, I love you. This should have happened a long time ago.’
‘I love you too.’ His voice definitely didn’t hitch, nor did his throat constrict or his eyes well up. What bastard was spreading such gross misinformation?!
Not caring if he got wet, Issei threw open the glass door and pulled his soaking, sudsy girlfriend into a fierce hug, smashing his lips against Rias’ in a passionate, fiery embrace. He only pulled away when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket.
Twenty minutes until his appointment. Just thinking about how tired he was going to be after how hard he’d need to peddle to make it already gave him phantom aches.
They stared deep into each other’s eyes, their foreheads pressed together with Rias’ arms slung over his shoulders. His hands… were massaging her ass, his fingers growing closer and closer to her leaking womanhood.
‘You just can’t help yourself… pervert.’
Her words were breathy, spoken with love and affection instead of malice and revulsion, but they had a similar effect as the ones spoken by the girls when he was caught peeking in high school…
‘Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!’
Rias giggled as Issei forcibly pulled himself away and spun around, stalking towards the door and back out of the bathroom. He paused in the doorway, his eyes screwed shut and cursed again.
Rias laughed softly when he spun back around and rushed back to her, one of her forearms cradling her heavy breasts as if expecting this.
She knew him too damn well.
He bent down and greedily took one of her large, pink nipples in his mouth, earning himself a gentle, sultry moan as his tongue danced around the hardened nub. Not wanting it to feel left out, he gave her other nipple the same farewell before finally pulling away and rushing.
‘SeeYouSundayLoveYou-byyyyyye!’
He needed to leave now or he’d never make it to the jeweller’s before he closed for the weekend!
Comments
Sentinel1107
Ofc this chapter was from Issei's POV and he currently believes Rias is a human, so from his point it makes sense that he believes Rias is on birth control. As a reader we know Rias is a devil so it didnt make sense that way for me.
Sentinel1107
Reread this and the "protected" womb doesnt make sense to me. Devils in DxD are known for their very low fertility (not sure if actually canon). But a lot of fanfics describe couples trying for centuries and still not getting pregnant. With that low of a fertility why even bother with protection. As devils being a different species they probably wont get any diseases or sti either way. On the other hand even knowing the unlikeliness it would probably put a lot of anguish and anxiety on Issei later on if his girl has unprotected sex with other dudes. Maybe the system could offer Issei a lot of points for that option.
