AN: Never done a full-on lewd scene before. First time for everything I guess. Skip to the third line break if you don't care for that stuff.
By the time I find a musty old storage closet for us to hide away in we're both practically panting with raw desire, my hand kneading her ass in broad daylight as I fumble with the door handle, my dutiful servant sighing softly as she bites her lip.
Sure, I probably could've asked for a temporary room at the reception, but that would require me spending more than a second separate from her. Neither of us want to wait any longer than we need to, evidenced by the fact that before we make it inside the closet and get the door shut, Grayfia's already throwing herself at me.
Barely stopping our teeth from colliding, I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her tight against my chest, free hand closing the door behind my back and hoping beyond hope that they lock automatically.
She moans into the kiss, shivering with desire as her fingers entangle themselves in my hair, her tongue slipping out barely a half-second later to deepen the lip-lock. She presses forward like a woman possessed, my back hitting the wall and her leg hiking up against my thigh a moment later.
My free hand drops down to her knee, trails ever so slowly along the meat of her thigh before reaching her ass and squeezing with every ounce of strength in my person. She grinds into me on instinct, her thighs clenching as she gasps into my mouth, breaking the kiss to grin and whisper pure temptation in my ears.
"You can do better than that."
Falling for the bait, I shift my hand down from her waist and grab her other leg, lifting her into the air only a short moment later. Grayfia yelps in surprise, then bites her lip to stifle a moan as I turn and slam her into a nearby wall, her legs locking around my waist as she grinds into me, panting.
With her eyes lidded, cheeks reddened and her fingernails raking across my back, I find myself caught staring. This woman, this gorgeous, fucking goddess of a woman, doesn't hesitate to pick up where we left off.
Her lips crash against mine with an audible smack, sighing through her nose as she urges me to touch, to feel, to hold, to own. Every touch brings a new response; a groan, a cry, a tightening of her legs around me.
Eventually, though, I decide I want more than just touching. The Doppelganger appears for only a second, sweeping away a series of clutter from a nearby cabinet, allowing me to lift Grayfia once more and set her down atop it.
Her legs never once separate from their place around me, and the way she whines in need after I tear my lips away from her leaves me desperate for more, desperate for something I can't get until these damn clothes off-
"Slow down, Master. I'm not going anywhere." She murmurs, hands pushing my own aside and trailing down my chest as she thumbs the buttons of my vest.
Heaving each breath, I settle my own hands around her waist and pull her against me once more as she works her way down each button, her nimble fingers moving agonisingly slowly.
The anticipation continues to build, the closet quickly heating up with each passing second as she looks up at me, eyes glowing in the dim light of the room. She bites her lip as the final button comes undone, all but tearing the top layer of my clothes off and instantly getting to work on the next.
Not wanting to be idle in the moment, my hands trail up her back, fumbling around for any type of zipper or button to take that damn dress off but finding nothing-
Laughter. Grayfia giggles against me, placing a chaste kiss against my lips before showing me the nature of my folly.
"It's all one dress. You're supposed to pull it off from the bottom. All you'll find up there are buttons for tightening. " She whispers, pulling up the hem of her dress so she isn't sitting on it, just a brief tug away from coming off entirely.
My attention is anywhere but her words though, left awe-struck by every inch of skin slowly being revealed to the world, hands almost magnetised to the heft of her thighs. She laughs once more, melodic and relieved all in one.
"I'm glad you're so eager, Master." She starts, sighing as my fingers sink into nirvana and pull her against me once more.
"As if I could be anything else." I start, scoffing at the mere idea. "You're everything I've ever wanted. Perfection in purest form."
She tries her best to suppress a smile, cheeks reddening even further as she stops lifting her dress for just a moment to stare into my eyes. In her gaze, I find a surprising degree of vulnerability.
"Really?" She whispers, fingers sliding down her thighs to meet my own. "I was... worried you would find me undesirable. I was scared that you still preferred Lady Serafall to me."
...I can't even allow a thought like that to fester. How dare you think you're anything less than the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on.
"She doesn't hold a candle to you. I couldn't find a single fault in you if I tried. Your hair, your eyes, your body, your smile... every part of you is irresistible. You are, without question, the most beautiful woman in the Underworld."
At first, she smiles giddily, cheeks red as she basks in the complements. Very quickly though, each word seems to send her deeper into that same lust she was so feverishly caught in prior, her breaths coming quick and heavy as she stares at me with blatant desire once more.
Her fingers slip away from my hands, drifting back to her dress as she lifts it to her waist, gray lace panties and her inner thighs exposed to the world. Her bare ass, flattened down into the desk, draws my attention, only serving to accentuate just how absurdly thin and lithe her waist is through it's sheer size.
Grayfia then pauses, before taking my hands into her own and guiding them to the hem of her dress, leaning forward to place a single kiss against my lips before murmuring softly in my ears.
"Prove it then, Master. Prove that you want me as much as I want you..."
My hands slip beneath the dress, caressing every inch of her stomach, her navel, then her chest, sliding up to her breasts, dragging the dress up with each inch I travel. Grayfia giggles at the soft motions, lifting her arms to the air and leaving me free to damn near tear it off in one go.
Seeing her now, almost naked as the day she was born, I struggle to find the words to describe her. Like a statue carved from marble, her pale skin, shining with a layer of sweat, is ambrosia for the soul. The gray lace of her bra, matching the panties I realise belatedly, does nothing to hide the sheer heft and size of her breasts, each one surely as big as her head.
I could spend hours just holding them. Mountains upon her chest, so perfectly firm and shapely that I'm sure the gods have looked at her with envy. My hand alone isn't enough to grasp one fully, flesh spilling out around my fingers as she bites down on a finger in response, shivering lightly.
"Master..." She whines, lowering her hand from her mouth to her crotch, running soft fingers along her clothed lips.
Her legs tighten around me with each grope and squeeze, her hand slipping away from her own groin to rub against mine, soft ministrations that leave me wanting even through so many layers.
My hands are quickly lost in the softness of her body, groping her ass with one and teasing a rose-pink nipple with the other. Grayfia sighs in satisfaction, content to bask in the worship for just a moment.
With her mouth free, I don't hesitate to resume our lip-lock, her tongue rolling against mine almost immediately, soft moans muffled by our conjoined lips. Her hands lift from their place atop my cock, shifting back to my coat as she works her way down the buttons once more.
The final restraints come undone, my top half fully exposed as I shrug the garments away. Grayfia's hands are almost immediately running along my bare chest with extreme zeal, a sly grin on her lips as hungry tongue-kissing turns to soft pecks and glancing nips.
Driven by animal instinct, she wraps her arms around around my neck and pulls me in, just as I lift her ass slightly and shift her position atop the cabinet, leaving barely enough room for us to viciously grind into one another, panting deliriously.
The contact is enough to make Grayfia shake slightly, moaning into my mouth as the slick dampness of her pussy leaves my own pants moist by proxy through the desperate motions.
"Please... touch me more..." She begs after breaking our kiss, lips then trailing along my cheek, down my neck and across my chest as she kisses and bites and marks me-
Not one to refuse such an earnest request, I slip my hand away from her bountiful chest, dragging it down her stomach light as a feather as I get closer and closer to her most sacred place.
Grayfia bucks her hips on instinct after I slip beneath the hem of her panties, whines in need as I pass the thin brush of gray hair that rests atop her mound and drag my hand against her soaked nether lips. She shivers in delight, still intent on marking every inch of my skin as my fingers delicately rub against her labia, teasing more simpering moans from her.
"Master... don't tease me." She whines, hand taking hold of my own by the wrist as she urges me deeper, panting against my neck between every kiss.
She twitches, moaning into my collar as my fingers trail over her clit, a glancing touch that leaves her desperate for more, a request she makes by relentlessly bucking her hips into my hand.
"More... right there!" She begs, arms clutching my back, thighs clenching and fingernails raking into my back each time I flick my fingers across the nub. Her tongue lolls out for only a second, but I use the opportunity to sweep her into another searing kiss as she moans into my lips.
She breaks away after a violent shudder, crying out and leaning against me for support as her hips continue to move with a mind of their own, all while my hand, once content to knead her ass, slides across her back to unclip her bra.
It falls barely a second later, pink nubs exposed to the world atop hypnotic mounds, flesh that I don't hesitate to take hold of, pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers as she lets out a guttural groan.
"Keep going!" She pleads, volume slowly increasing as the motion of her hips begins to shake the cabinet beneath her. Her fingers dig deeper, tearing into the skin of my back as she pants and whines.
She tries to mark my chest with her lips once more, but something shifts, her cries building towards a crescendo as she begs, pleads for me to keep going. She lifts her head up to kiss me again, tongue already halfway past her lips, but upon realising what's happening I dodge her kiss.
Instead, I smirk, then lean down and place my lips against her ear, never once pausing in my ministrations. As the first hints of her orgasm start to hit, her hands slapping against my shoulder as words struggle to form and her hips twitch erratically, I whisper as softly as I can into her ear.
"I love you, Grayfia."
She screams, body shuddering and undulating with violent force, my fingers left soaked with milk-white juices as she clings desperately to me like a lifeline, her orgasm hitting with all the force of a truck.
For what feels like several long minutes she sits there, twitching and shuddering with each breath, both of my hands now resting on her asscheeks as she lays her head against my sternum, her warm breath only worsening the heat I feel across my whole body.
Finally, after one last twitch, Grayfia leans back, hands resting on either side of my own. The thin sheen of sweat across her body only serves to exaggerate how perfect her skin is, naked breasts rising and falling with each breath, almost aa big as her head and begging for more attention.
Before I can act on those thoughts, I see Grayfia shifting her gaze across my body. She stares with a degree of possessiveness I feel almost privileged to see, smirking slightly as she glances at the countless lipstick marks across my chest.
Then, her gaze dips lower. She locks onto the neglected bulge in my pants, biting her lip at the sight and shuffling on the spot. After losing the war within her own mind, she looks up at me, spreading her legs and pulling aside her panties with a sly finger.
"Please, Master... I need you inside me... I can't wait any longer."
...My own servant, making demands of me. It seems I'll need to discipline her.
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I quickly find that one round just isn't enough for me, and after that I simply lose count.
Every piece of furniture in the room shakes rhythmically. A broom in the corner falls down, unnoticed in the sheer fucking heat Grayfia and I are lost in, rutting like animals as she cries out in bliss and our bodies smack against one another like thunder.
Laying on her back, hands tangled up in her hair and rubbing her nipple as she shivers and spasms with each thrust, Grayfia tries to stare into my eyes. Emphasis on tries. Her eyes roll back into her head, the walls of her cunt clenching violently around me as her thighs twitch when I slip a hand atop her vulva and tease her exposed clit.
"Yes, yes! More..!" She begs, hair scrunched in her hand and nipple twisted in her grasp, grinding her hips against me in an attempt to match each thrust. I barely hear her over the fleshy claps of my thighs slamming into her own, my free hand kneading and squeezing her asscheek for leverage as she hangs off the edge of the cabinet.
The stuffy air of the closet is charged with raw, primal lust, stinking of sex and only making us hornier with each passing second. Her eyes, those glowing red eyes that I can't get enough of, stare at my sweat-matted form with worship and hunger.
Grayfia rises from the cabinet, arms wrapped around my neck as she leans forward and locks our lips, my hand slipping to her other asscheek to stop her from falling as I lift her into the air.
She cries out into my mouth, hips bucking against mine as I start pounding even harder, Grayfia left powerless to do anything but take it as my cock slams into her velvet tunnels with enough force to make her squeal, her arms tightening around my neck.
Sex was fun before. Now it's something else entirely. This Devil physiology is absurd, I feel like I could go for months straight. No. I want to, I want to spend every second of the next week in this room, lost in the scent of her arousal, filling her to the brim with my seed.
"Master..." Grayfia starts noticing my sudden slowness, hands tangled in my hair and breasts squashed against my chest. The sultry whisper immediately kicks my efforts back into gear.
"Harder, Master! Use me!" She cries, tongue dragging across my lips as I open my mouth to meet her.
Shifting my grip on her, I go so far as to cast a Prayer on myself to boost my Stats, fucking her with every ounce of strength in my body as she screams in bliss, juices spilling from her pussy in droves.
Every slap of our skin echoes violently in the closet, musk seeping out from under the door and into the nearby hallway. She twitches and shudders, pulling my hair in her mindless ecstasy.
Breaking away from our kiss, I ignore the way she whines in need and slam her into a nearby wall once more. She moans at the rough treatment, legs locking around my waist as my lips trail across her throat, suckling down whenever she whimpers.
Grayfia's hands pull me deeper against her neck, desperate for more as she takes handfuls of my hair yet again. It hurts slightly, but fuck if the pain doesn't get me going even more, my thrusts growing in fervor and speed as she tugs even harder.
"M-Master!" She whimpers, slurring the word slightly as her eyes roll up once again. She bites her lip, thinking to stifle her moans, but throws caution to the wind and cries out in euphoria only a second later.
Said cries are quickly silenced as a hand raps against the door to our debauchery, a voice ringing out just a moment later.
"Um... hello? Is someone in there?" The voice meekly asks, familiar enough that I can't quite say I don't recognise it.
Grayfia turns to me, terrified and pale, but I don't care nearly enough to stop. She moans, immediately clasping her hands around her mouth to muffle her cries as I fuck her with even greater force than before.
Knowing that someone is right outside, listening to every wanton cry and muffled gasp from my servant, it only seems to make me even hornier. I want people to know that I own this woman.
"Master!" She whispers, torn between loving every thrust and being horrified at the circumstances, legs still locked tight around my waist, portraying her true desires.
The hand knocks again, before fiddling with the door handle at our ignorance. So lost in Grayfia's every delirious moan and the hypnotic sway of her sweaty tits, I don't notice we've a voyeur until the light of the High Court spills into our slice of Heaven.
Eyes snapping to the door with an uncharacteristic sneer on my lips, I instantly recognise our little intruder.
Livandra, the receptionist I always seem to run into whenever I'm in this building, stares at us with a mix of horror and intrigue. She wrinkles her face as a wave of raw musk hits her nose like a tidal wave, taking a half step forward on instinct.
"Do you fucking mind?" I spit through gritted teeth, the tempo of my thrusts only building after being caught railing my servant in such a revered place as the High Court, Grayfia never once quieting her moans.
"You... y-you can't be doing that here, Sir Demi-fiend, this... this isn't your-"
Her next words are cut off as the Doppelganger appears from thin air, pushing her away and shutting the door behind her with surprising gentleness.
Boring conversation anyways.
Grayfia, lost in her own pleasure the whole time, seems to shudder as the realisation of us being seen runs through her mind, her core twitching in response. I grin.
"You should be happy, Grayfia. She saw us. Saw you. Now everyone in the Underworld will know what you are. They'll look at you in the streets, and they won't see Grayfia Lucifuge, they'll see the Demi-fiend's needy little slut walking by."
Her core clenches violently around me now at the thought, eyes rolling back in her head as my own pleasure starts rapidly building.
An all too familiar feeling wells up in my cock, one I don't hesitate to embrace knowing a Devils refractory period is nonexistent. Leaning up, I snake one hand away from Grayfia's ass and wrap it in her hair, pulling her head back to smirk at her.
"I'm going to cum." I murmur, her eyes widening in glee at the words. "Where do-"
"Inside! Inside, please!"
A woman after my own heart. She knows exactly what to say to win me over.
Grinning like an idiot, and filled with twice as much vigor as before, I quickly realise that I'd have never managed to pull out anyways with how fucking tight her legs are around me, a leg-lock that only deepens my desire to slam forward and put a baby in her.
The thought spurs me even closer to orgasm. How desperate this woman is, how much she hungers for me, how much she cries and whimpers with need as my hand drops lower and explores her body with rampant desire.
Her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. I explore every inch of her skin, caress the body that belongs to me, run my hand along her ass before slipping even lower, fingers brushing against a different hole as-
"Oh!" She yelps in shock, her eyes lidded and lip bitten a moment later. "You're so naughty, Master. Is one hole not enough?"
"Not with you it isn't. I want every last inch of you for myself." I grunt, teeth gritted as the first rumblings of an orgasm start to hit, hips crashing against hers faster and faster as the pleasure takes over, my mind going blank as she shudders in my arms, recognising what's coming.
"Ooh, yes! Don't stop, please, don't stop! Plant your seed into me, Master!"
As if I could ever say no to that.
My balls clench and teeth grit as I slam forward and erupt inside her, knees almost buckling from the sinful bliss. My own grunts of pleasure are inaudible compared to Grayfia's wanton moans of joy, her thighs spasming around mine, juices spilling out in tandem with my own. I lose track of how many ropes of seed I fire off into her, head empty with nothing but breeding instinct as my body shudders.
Her fingers dig trenches in my skin, blood spilling down my back as she grabs onto me like I'd disappear any second. The pain only deepens my pleasure, already leaning forward to sloppily trade spit with her.
A few minutes later and she's giggling to herself, idly rubbing her womb and shuddering with each twitch and dying spurt I make inside of her. She looks up at me, panting.
"That... that was incredible..." She says, head dropping against my chest a moment later as she basks in that post-sex bliss.
"Was?" I start, her head darting up and eyes snapping to mine, grin widening to match my own barely a second after.
Almost immediately, my cock hardens to diamonds once more. Grayfia's eyes light up at the sensation, her sweaty, goddess-like body shivering in need.
"Who ever said we were stopping there?"
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I take back anything bad I ever said about Issei. He knew from the start what the true end goal was. These women are fucking insatiable.
Grayfia's soft tongue laps at the tip of my cock as it rests between the valley of her chest. Her fucking gorgeous breasts slowly bounce up and down within her hands, heavenly pillows that send me deeper into the throes of pleasure as she gives me what must be the best titfuck I'll ever have.
I have to lay a hand against the cabinet I'm sat atop to keep myself composed, the other resting atop Grayfia's head as she kisses the tip with such reverence that I almost feel flattered. She repeats the act several times, lipstick marks quickly accumulating as her tongue then drags across the meat poking out from between her voluptuous chest.
With every bounce of her chest she moans in shameless bliss against my cock, the vibrations leaving me begging for more as the mountains jiggle in her grasp.
"Is this to your liking, Master?" She teases between kisses, her voice so sultry and tempting I almost want to grab her by the hair and pull-
"Or perhaps this is what you desire?"
Grayfia shifts, letting go of her breasts to rest her hands on my thighs and go lower, nuzzling against the base of my cock as her tongue slips out once more, dragging ever so slowly along the shaft to the tip. I pull my hand away from her hair to lean back and watch her work, viscerally satisfied by having such a powerful woman defile herself for me.
She does her best to cover every inch in saliva, my member left damn near shiny again by the end of her ministrations. She giggles at the sight, at the proof of her depravity, before leaning down once again, even lower this time, and taking a deep whiff.
She grins, her cheeks red and her smile devious as she slips forward another half inch and plants her lips against my balls, now showing her devotion through delicate kisses to each one while my cock rests atop her head, throbbing in need.
After several long minutes of worship that leaves me panting, my hand lashes out again, scrunched in her hair as my hips buck from the pleasure. She yelps in surprise at first, the sound quickly turning to sly giggles as she allows me to pull her up and guide her lips back to the tip.
Heaving in desire and quickly losing control of myself, I grunt and shove her face against it, three words conveying every thought going through my mind as she bites her lip and her tongue lolls out almost subconsciously.
"Get to it."
With zero hesitation she leans forward, lips wrapped around the tip in what starts as a long, deep kiss. She smirks at me for only a moment before taking it into her mouth, choking and spluttering with every inch but never once stopping in her slow advance, back and forth again and again as her cheeks hollow and she sucks vigorously.
Minutes pass like hours as she worships with fervent vigor, faint red rings damn near coating my member, proof of her efforts as she finally reaches the base. My soul feels like it's being dragged out with every agonizing suck. She chokes once again, eyes rolling up in her head before she looks up at me, so damn proud of herself and desperate for praise-
My self-control once again fades away at the sight. With my hand still held on her head the whole time, I don't have to work very hard to drag her up back up the length. She leans into my touch, moaning in anticipation with her eyes lighting up as if she could see my intentions clear as day.
Grinning, I drop off the cabinet and stand over her, both hands now wrapped in her hair, those signature braids tangled around my fingers as her own hands take hold of my thighs again for leverage.
Before I can act on my desires, she pulls back slightly, enough to slide my cock out of her mouth and rub her lips against it reverently once more, planting soft kisses across the length and running her tongue along it. Finally, she gives one last peck to the slit before letting it hang directly in front of her mouth.
"Go on, Master. Ruin me." She whispers, mouth opening wide and tongue spilling out a second later.
Not one to decline such an open invitation, I throw my hips forward and delight in the way she chokes violently, eyes crinkled as she stares up at me from the base of my cock and lurches slightly.
Grayfia gags and splutters as I pull her back, the action slow and deliberate as I slam her back down only a moment later, repeating the process several times and loving every choke and strangled moan she gives, my cock soon coated in a thick layer of spit.
Her tongue, still hanging out from her lips, runs up and against my balls as she pushes herself even further against my shaft each time I drag her down. Eventually, she leaves herself entirely under my control and slips her hands away from my thighs.
One finds itself against her breast, rubbing soft circles around the areola, while the other schlicks against her damp cunt violently, the sound muffled beneath my thrusts as she continues to moan wantonly.
Every cry she makes against my member, each thrust into that soft, welcoming hole, it all brings me closer and closer to release, my own grunts soon becoming commonplace as Grayfia smirks up at me.
She throws herself forward with renewed vigor, matching each thrust and dragging her lips so lovingly along my cock as she sucks with every ounce of strength in those hollowed cheeks.
After several more minutes of heavenly ministrations, my resistance has all but vanished. With one final heave of effort, I lodge my cock deep into her throat and grunt with exertion, knees buckling as her hand slips up to massage my balls.
Ropes of seed fire off into her greedy stomach, the woman gulping down each shot with relentless hunger. She pulls herself back with each second, the tip resting in her mouth once more as she massages it with her tongue between each spurt.
A moment later, and she releases my cock from her mouth with a tight grin on her lips, letting it rest across her head and fire dying spurts across her face as she drags it up and down against her skin, marking every inch.
When the final rope of seed spills out, her grin widens, and Grayfia leans back to open her mouth wide, showing off how utterly filled to the brim it is. She looks to me for permission a moment later, and I can't help but grin myself at the sight as I nod.
She winks at me in response, swaying her ass from side to side as she then swallows it all down in one go, a guttural moan coming from her a moment later as her tongue lolls out again, her mouth now completely empty.
She pants, her fingers still viciously plunging in and out of her needy cunt as she stares up at me with those same glowing eyes and a smug smile.
"Delicious."
She yelps in shock as I push her onto her back against the ground, hard again within the blink of an eye at such an erotic sight.
Grayfia's brief shock turns to overwhelming desire as my hands lift her ankles high and pin them down on either side of her head, the woman biting her lip to stop herself from crying out in giddy euphoria as her hand rubs vigorously against her drenched pussy.
Once again, I find myself lost in the haze of blinding lust as we rut against every surface in this musky room, coated in juices and seminal fluids but still sofucking horny.
Birth rates are low? Fine.
That doesn't mean I can't give it my best try.
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One downside of there being no sun in the sky is that I've got no clue just how long I spent having sex with Grayfia. At the very least a few hours, but however long it was, it wasn't enough. Even now, I'm tempted to say 'fuck it' and grab hold of her again, take her from behind like an animal as-
I blink those fantasies away, not wanting to lose myself in her all over again.
I don't think I've ever felt that much... raw lust in my life. I see now why some Devils just spend their entire lives fucking and gorging themselves silly. Enhanced senses, bigger assets on both sides and a lot of stamina go hand in hand in hand far too well.
The problem I've noticed with the 'unlimited stamina' that I specifically have though is that I'll always be left wanting more. Maybe I just didn't push myself enough, but by the end I felt like I could've kept going for weeks. I never once felt exhausted.
A blessing and a curse in purest form, since I doubt I'll ever be below 50% HP to lose the Skill effect while having sex. Well, unless I've gotten myself in some incredibly freaky shit.
Anyways, we still haven't left the closet. Maybe that's a mistake on our part and there's a group of angry Councilmen marching our way, but Grayfia wanted to take a moment and just... bask in the feeling, I suppose. Let the world pass by, laying on her back across the cabinet, twitching and breathing deep of our musk and whatever the hell else is in the air.
Cleaning up at the very least is quite easy. I never thought I'd be so grateful for a useless skill like Create Water, but it's done wonders for clearing away the torrent of lipstick marks against my body. I decided to let Grayfia clean herself up for fear of not being able to hold my own lust back at the sight of her shiny wet skin, begging for my hands to-
Unfortunately for my degenerate desires, there are quite a few matters to attend to right now now, matters I decide to get busy with while waiting for Grayfia.
The Phenex Letter is the most pressing.
I've had it sat in my pocket this whole time gathering dust, and I figure there's no better time than now, since depending on what's in it I'll be able to send Grayfia off to handle it while I farm Levels on the frontlines.
My fingers tear the wax seal off immediately, pausing to look it over briefly before tossing it aside and tearing open the letter, noting the fine red print across the edges of the page and the cursive handwriting.
To the once and future Demi-fiend, Sir Alistair Mammon.
Glad to see that the title has stuck like fucking glue. Come to think of it, I've even been calling myself Demi-fiend recently. I can't say I'm not attached to it these days.
You are cordially invited to the lands of House Phenex for a parley, to hopefully clear any and all suspicion or enmity you may feel towards our House as a result of your power.
Not only do we believe this would be beneficial for both our Houses, but we hope that this meeting may lay the foundations for a bridge between our families, so that we may work toward a positive relationship moving forward.
We of the House Phenex understand that your schedule may be quite full given the nature of this Civil War we find ourselves so heavily embroiled in, so you may come to our lands whenever you wish.
We do so dearly hope that you will consider our wishes, and look forward to your correspondence.
Interestingly enough, there's another message hastily scrawled across the bottom, clearly from a different person given the handwriting. All this tells me is that whoever wrote this letter didn't bother signing off on it themselves, since the signature is that of the second writer.
Clearly someone else got their hands on this letter before I did. I'm not exactly sure how they'd go about that without breaking the seal though...
The message itself doesn't exactly inspire confidence either.
Don't tell anyone about this. Come alone.
Yours sincerely, Lady Rosalia Phenex, second daughter of the Lord Ruben Phenex.
Hm.
I think I can gleam at least one thing from this letter. There's a conflict among House Phenex. Lady Rosalia either doesn't trust her own family, or has reason enough to want this meeting kept a secret.
Even more interesting is that this little note is from the 'second daughter' of Ruben Phenex, who I can only assume is the acting Lord. She's clearly nowhere near the line of inheritance, and more importantly that might just be the cause of a little grudge.
...why would she want it kept a secret? Is it some Clan business? Would Ars Goetia put sanctions on the Phenex for trying to monopolise my power? They've never bothered doing that with the Phenex Tears, so I highly doubt it.
So why then? It's clearly not a thinly veiled assassination attempt. No would-be assassin is stupid enough to specify their victim should both come alone and not tell anyone about their meeting, so I can safely rule that one out.
By that logic, I can cut kidnapping attempt out as well. Maybe cut out every option involving force, actually, since I'm almost certain no member of House Phenex is actually capable of beating me in a straight fight other than...
Rymir Phenex. The first son. How could I forget about him?
A man who could currently be in his manor, basking in jewels and riches while keeping his toes away from the Civil War. Hah, on second thought maybe they will try and use force against me if he's around.
"Master?"
I blink, torn from my musings by the call of my dear servant as she shifts to stand aside me. Lost in my thoughts, I'd not even noticed her stand, nor dress herself.
Part of me would almost think she'd struggle to walk after our... degenerate fuckfest, but I quickly remember that this woman is a Devil capable of destroying most major cities on Earth and making it home in time for tea.
"Sorry, Grayfia. What were you saying?"
Her cheeks redden, turning away for a moment to look at the utter state we've left this room in as she scrunches up a part of her dress in her hand.
"I just wanted to thank you. For... for accepting my desires so wholly."
I find myself biting back laughter at the idea anyone would even consider turning down her desires, before wrapping an arm around her shoulder and pulling her against me.
"If there ever comes a day where I say no to you, then stab me. I'd have clearly been replaced by an imposter."
She looks up at me, smiling, then glances at the paper in my hands. Immediately, the warmth in her eyes evaporates, her gaze locked on the addendum message.
"That writing... I recognise this woman."
"How come?" I quickly follow up, relinquishing my hold on the page so that she may inspect it herself, analysing the words with blazing speed.
"She and I worked alongside one another during the opening years of the Civil War, when House Phenex was still Loyalist."
Raising a brow, I wait for her to give the letter a proper read before taking it back from her and folding it into my vest.
"Lady Rosalia is a cunning woman. She also knows intimately of her own shortcomings, a trait so rarely seen amongst the members of her Clan."
I hum, several theories both being proven wrong and right at the same time as I try and think of every possible reason she may want to speak with me.
"They have most likely realised your place in Ars Goetia is becoming a permanent one, and want to broker some form of deal to ensure you don't step on their toes with your business, so to speak, or vice versa."
She herself hums a moment later, turning over every memory she has of Rosalia Phenex no doubt. She pauses for a moment, before looking up at me, determined.
"If you so desire, then I would be honoured to speak to the Phenex on your behalf."
"Are you sure?" I ask on instinct, "It doesn't take a genius to see that this might be more than just a social call."
Taking me by surprise, her lips fall softly against my own as she leans up, her hand slipping into mine and cutting any protests I could make short. As she pulls away, a strand of saliva bridging the gap between us, I once more have to remind myself that this woman before me is a killing machine.
"There is no threat they could pose that would harm me, Master. Even if there was... they'd never take the risk when they know just who I belong to."
I don't miss the way she shivers slightly at the end of her sentence. Putting that aside for fear of spending another hour in this tight box of a room - not that I'd be complaining - I find myself sighing.
"Everyone's always so damn cryptic in Ars Goetia. Can't have a single fucking chat without bloody subterfuge."
To my surprise, Grayfia laughs at my words, before lifting a hand to my chin and guiding my eyes to meet her own.
"Of course they are. Everyone has something to gain from you... but this might be your chance to take something in return." She starts, a twinkling in her eyes that I've never seen as she smirks.
"Think of it, Master. A chink in the armor of the invincible House Phenex. A member of their family on your side. We could cut them deep from within, leave them soft and tender so that you may take their monopoly for yourself."
I scrunch my eyes in an odd mix of shock and intrigue.
"Certainly an ambitious one these days, aren't you Grayfia? Not that I'm complaining."
The shine in her eyes only grows, her grasp over my hand tightening as she smiles.
"Why wouldn't I be? All I want is for you to live your best possible life, free of woe or strife. If that means that I must tear open the noble Clan Phenex to rid you of competition then so be it."
Her hand slides away from my chin, wrapping the both of them around my already captured limb as she pulls the conjoined hands towards her chest.
"Do not forget, Master. My loyalty is to you and you alone. I would watch Ars Goetia burn if it meant you got to sit atop a throne of the ashes and dust."
...right. Loyalty.
I was so swept up in the heat of the moment, I'd almost forgotten my promise to her earlier today.
"That's surprisingly endearing to hear, despite the grim subject matter." I say, immediately changing the subject.
"Now, while we may have gotten a bit... sidetracked along the way, I distinctly remember making a promise to you earlier. It's about time I make good on it."
She blinks, wondering just what I'm talking about before recognition takes hold of her and she nods eagerly.
"Of course. I would be more than happy to listen to your story, Master!"
She looks around for a moment, eyes settling on that same, abused cabinet as she walks forward and takes a seat atop it, legs kicking in the air as she waits for me to start. The sight brings a smile to my face.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable. It's not a very long story after all."
I lean against a nearby wall, arms folded and anxiously tapping a finger against my bicep as I wonder just how the fuck I should even go about wording this. Eventually, I decide to just be blunt about it.
"I suppose I'll start with the one thing I am sure of. Two months and some change ago, I was a regular human in the year 2024. I worked, I earned a living, and I enjoyed what small life I had to myself. Now, I am a half-breed in the year 14-whenever the fuck."
Grayfia blinks in confusion, tilting her head, but allowing me to continue nonetheless.
"As for how I wound up here in the first place... I died on my way home from work one day. My body was turned into a modern art painting, smeared across a nearby roadside before I could even blink in shock."
She winces at the description, no doubt not a fan of the vivid imagery.
"I'm not quite sure how I became a half-breed. Nor do I know how the fuck I wound up 600 years in the past. All I know is that I woke up in Sevisti with a sword at my side and powers that I didn't have before I was flattened by someone's Toyota. And that someone wanted to kill me again."
I stop there. There really isn't much else to say. I'd like to tell her more about the man I used to be before all this Demi-fiend bullshit, but the details have been slipping my mind these days.
I've been chalking that up to some facet of the System, a mechanism to ensure a User embraces their new life and doesn't lose themselves in memories of the past.
Sure, I still know semantic details, trivia about my world and the like, but... the faces of family members are becoming blurs to me. My childhood is all but fuzzy static.
I've even forgotten my name.
"...is that it?"
Grayfia's words break me away from my lamentations once more, having paused to stare at me for a long moment. Her words leave me both astonished and indignant.
"Wha- Really? I've just told you about my reincarnation and time travel, and your first response is 'is that it?'. This- I might have been crucified for saying something like this in current day England! I might still be crucified now!"
She blushes, hands fidgeting in her lap.
"Well, with how you spoke about it, you made it seem like you'd done some horrible crime, or- or burned down a school of children or something! You spent so long building it up that my mind couldn't help but fill in the gaps on its own."
Alright, I'll admit, I suppose I did bring that on myself.
"If anything I'm happy to hear this. I'm happy to know that despite death itself coming to take you, you somehow wound up here with me. All the obstacles in the world couldn't stop you. Maybe... maybe it's fate."
Her words make me smile once more, though I do my best attempts to hide it.
"That's incredibly cliché and you know it."
She won't allow me to retain my dignity, damn near gliding into my personal space once more, taking both of my hands into her own. I didn't have a chance to stop her, since I'd unconsciously unfolded my arms the instant she got up to give her easier access.
"But it's true though, isn't it? If you hadn't died, you'd have never wound up here. You wouldn't have found me when I needed you most. I'd have been left all alone."
Yet again, I feel my own smile deepening.
"I hate to say this, but I highly doubt that my soul was reaching out across time and space to be at your side, especially considering it got turned into a sword."
She pouts, an odd mix between amused and disappointed.
"You could at least entertain my fantasies, Master. It's such a romantic idea. Lovers across time and space, bound by fate and destined to meet. Realms apart, but always together."
She lifts a hand to her reddened cheek, grinning like an idiot in her reverie. I can't help but grin myself, for entirely different reasons.
"Is that what you think of us?" I ask, one hand grabbing her waist and the other keeping hold of her own.
She practically melts into my embrace, before the question registers in her mind.
"W-what, lovers?" She stutters meekly, her eyes unable to meet my own, so painfully vulnerable as she continues.
"That's what you said... right Master? When you held me so tightly. Did you... did you really mean it? Or was it just for fun?"
She finally musters the courage to meet my gaze, her cheeks almost as red as her eyes as my heartbeat thunders in my ears.
"I hadn't intended to tell you so soon, but... yes. I meant every word of it."
She shudders in my arms, choking back a sob of what I can only hope is joy. Tears form in the corners of her eyes as she lifts a hand to my cheek, smiling giddily.
"Please. Say it once more. I... I need to hear you say it again."
I can't possibly describe the feeling running through my veins at the moment. I should be embarrassed at the intimacy, at opening my heart so earnestly. I feel that, sure. But there's something else there as well. Something far more pressing:
An overwhelming desire to make this wonderful woman as happy as possible for the rest of her life. A feeling becoming all too common these days.
"I love you."
For a moment, she manages to hold my gaze, her smile trembling alongside her eyes as she shakes in my arms.
Only for a moment.
She breaks down crying, tears falling freely as she sobs and sniffles into my chest, the sound muffled. My free hand falls atop her head and strokes her hair with a gentleness I never even knew I was capable of, words spilling from my lips like flowing water.
"I've loved you since the day you taught me how to dance. The memory has been seared into my mind permanently, and I find myself smiling just thinking about it. It was such a romantic moment, but the whole time I was terrified of saying the wrong thing to you."
Her arms wrap around and across my back, hugging me even closer, if such a thing were even possible. Her tears leave my collar stained and damp, but I couldn't care less about such trivial matters.
"I couldn't stop smiling for a week. After that, every time I saw you standing there so radiantly, I had to try my best to hide how flustered I was. Between each soft kiss we'd share while you cleaned the manor or cooked our food, I'd find myself struggling to pull away from you. Even now I feel that same struggle."
A System alert appears for half a second, tossed aside before I can even register it. This moment is far more important than anything else.
"Some days I'll wake up early and spend a few minutes just enjoying the warmth of your body against mine. I always thought things like that were creepy when I'd hear about it, but now... I think I get it now. Seeing you so peaceful and content, it makes me feel like I'm doing something right for once."
She shudders once more, her fingers scrunching my clothes up as her grip tightens. She speaks into my chest, the words muffled but perfectly understandable.
"I... I spent so many nights dreaming about a moment like this during my time in Lucifaad. I thought I would die in that city. I was alone, for so, so long."
My hand on her head shifts, allowing me to pull her back enough that I can stare into her eyes once more, her face stained with tears and the like as she continues to cry and smile shakily at me. Looking at her, I can safely say she's never been more beautiful than she is now.
"Then I'll give you a family big enough that you'll never spend another day of your life alone. As many children as you'll ever want. We'll repopulate the House of Lucifuge all by ourselves, fill out every room in the manor."
She giggles at my hyperbole, her tears still falling freely as she looks down, losing herself in the fantasy for several long seconds before looking up at me.
"Am... am I truly deserving of such tender joy? After everything I've done? All the people I've hurt?"
"It doesn't matter if you don't think you deserve it. It doesn't matter if everyone in the Underworld thinks you don't. I couldn't care less what they say. I already promised you once that I would do everything in my power to make you happy. I don't intend to go back on my word."
She nuzzles up into my palm, her own hand pressed against it a moment later as the other continues to hold onto me like she'd collapse at any moment.
"I'll make sure to remind you everyday just how much I've come to love you. I'll say it as many times as you need, as many times as it takes for you to realise that I mean it. I love you, Grayfia. More than you could realise, more than I even should."
Grayfia shudders in my arms again, barely managing to cover up a small hiccup as she makes a request of me, one final ask.
"Then... if I may be greedy... will you say it again for me, Master? Please?"
She smiles up at me, her tears now drying and trickling rather than a constant stream.
"I love you."
She immediately rests her face into my chest once more.
Where before there was sniffling and sobs, now she laughs giddily. I imagine if she weren't standing, her legs would be kicking in the air, though she's already coming close with how she vibrates in my arms.
"Thank you." She starts, speaking into my chest as the words are muffled once more. A moment later, she leans back and wraps her arms around my neck, her eyes shining with a confidence I'd not expected.
"Thank you for showing this lowly maid that there is more to life than servitude. Thank you for giving me the one thing I could only ever dream of having. Thank you for allowing me to stay at your side."
I almost stumble over myself to tell her that there's nothing to thank me for, that I'd do it all over a thousand times before I ever consider letting her be alone again, but she doesn't give me the chance.
"I... I can only hope you're going to keep to your promise of repopulating Clan Lucifuge."
She smiles at the thought, leaning up a second later to lay a single chaste kiss against my lips before resting her forehead against my own, her words coming out in a soft sigh as she smiles toothily.
"I love you too, Alistair."
Oh, Alistair you dog. You've still got it.
Now, if only we could finally leave this dirty, dusty, musky old storage closet.
...Fuck me I really should've chosen a better venue for this.
"As much as I'd love to spend the next hour listening to you say that, I think it's about time we get out if this bloody room, wouldn't you agree?"
Grayfia nods in agreement before stepping aside to give me room. My composure is already beginning to slip, fist clenched behind my back as I gesture for her to go ahead of me.
"No, no, if you don't mind I'll need another minute to myself. You can leave the building first. Saves me the trouble of dealing with anyone that might be waiting outside."
She laughs, giving me one last smile and some brief words before leaving the room.
"You truly are a fiend, Master. Making a lady fight your battles for you... so much for love."
I laugh at the jab, waiting for the moment I'm alone once more. The instant that door shuts behind her, I take a deep breath...
And cry out in joy like a fucking idiot, punching the air in glee.
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[Grayfia Lucifuge]
Unbeknownst to the Demi-fiend, resting on the other side of this door, his dear servant stands with a hand held to her beating heart, unable to wipe the smile off her face.
Through the gap beneath it, I can hear every cry, every shout, every vulgar expression of Alistair's happiness as he screams to the heavens in celebration.
"AHAHAHA! FUCK YES! I DID IT! I ACTUALLY DID IT!"
My smile only widens, deeper than I ever thought possible. Without realising, I've rested a hand atop my womb, relishing in the lingering warmth and the tiny, impossible hope that maybe, maybe we got lucky.
The heat, the ache in my cheeks, refuses to leave as I listen intently, unable to stop my quiet laughter from slipping out at the loss of his composure and how long he spends celebrating.
If only the Underworld knew that the ignoble Demi-fiend was such a hopeless romantic.
...If only you realised just how happy you make me.
Whoever it was that brought you to me, whatever force dragged you into our realm... I thank them. From the bottom of my heart.