During the lively celebration at the Gremory manor, Silas casually scanned the room while holding a glass of wine.
Amidst the laughter, music, and clinking glasses, his eyes landed on a lone figure sitting quietly at one of the side tables.
Ravel Phenex.
The young blonde devil sat with perfect posture, arms folded neatly over her chest, looking completely detached from the festive atmosphere around her.
Her elegant golden dress shimmered under the chandelier light, but her expression was distant, a mix of awkwardness and quiet sulking. She clearly didn't want to be there.
Silas smiled softly and made his way over. He pulled out the chair diagonal from hers and sat down without asking for permission.
Ravel glanced up. The moment she recognized him, a faint blush colored her cheeks before she quickly forced it away, replacing it with an exaggerated pout.
"How'd you end up here?" Silas asked, leaning back casually in his seat.
She raised her chin defiantly. "I'm not talking to the guy who beat up my brother."
Silas chuckled, completely unfazed. "Come on, we both know you don't give a crap about that guy."
Ravel met his eyes for a brief second. His calm, confident gaze seemed to pull her in, purple eyes locking with hers in a way that made her heart skip.
Her expression softened for a moment before she quickly looked away, cheeks growing warmer as she stubbornly maintained her pout.
"Well… you're wrong," she muttered, trying to sound firm. "No matter how much of a douche and a pervert he is… he's still my brother. So I'm mad at you."
Silas let out a low, amused laugh. He stood up slowly, then leaned over her slightly. Before she could react, he reached out and gently ruffled her soft blonde hair with his hand a warm, affectionate head pat.
"Talk to me when you've forgiven me," he said with a playful smirk, then turned and walked away.
Ravel froze in her seat, eyes wide.
Her cheeks burned bright red as she slowly reached up to touch the spot where his hand had been.
The warmth of his palm still lingered on her hair. She stared at his retreating back, heart beating faster than she'd ever admit.
'Stupid… idiot…' she thought, but there was no real heat behind it.
She remained seated, watching him disappear into the crowd, a strange mix of irritation and fluttering warmth swirling in her chest.
...
The party gradually wound down late into the night. After many toasts, laughter, and subtle political conversations, everyone was shown to their assigned rooms within the vast Gremory manor. Ravel Phenex had already excused herself earlier, refusing to stay any longer.
Silas stepped out of the luxurious bathroom, steam rolling off his body as he dried his hair with a towel. He was completely naked, water droplets still tracing the defined lines of his abs and chest.
'Took so much time to arrive, yet it ended pretty quickly,' he thought. 'What happens after this? Not sure… but I can't wait to meet that Yokai milf.'
The moment he stepped fully into the bedroom, he froze.
There, sitting elegantly on the edge of his large bed, was Rias Gremory.
She wore an incredibly arousing black lingerie set a sheer lace bra that barely contained her full, heavy breasts, the fabric so thin it left almost nothing to the imagination.
Matching black panties hugged her hips, with delicate straps accentuating her thick thighs. Her long crimson hair cascaded down her back and over one shoulder, and her emerald eyes burned with pure lust and seduction as she looked at him.
'How the hell did she even get that…?' Silas thought, momentarily stunned.
But any surprise quickly melted into hunger.
He walked toward her with no hesitation, his stride confident and predatory. He stopped right at the edge of the bed, his hardening cock now mere inches from her face.
"This is certainly a surprise," he said, voice low and smirking.
Rias's gaze flicked downward for a moment, locking onto his thick, heavy length. Her thighs pressed together instinctively as her core grew wet, and she had to swallow the sudden excess saliva in her mouth. She slowly dragged her eyes back up to his face.
"Not quite," she replied, voice husky and teasing as she stood up from the bed. "You did tell me we'd continue what we started later tonight… or was that just a bluff?"
She rose onto her tiptoes, pressing her barely-covered body against his. Her soft hands slid up his arms, tracing every ridge of muscle on his shoulders and biceps.
"Of course not," Silas answered, his eyes devouring every curve of her body, the swell of her breasts, the dip of her waist, the way the lace hugged her hips.
'God, she's hot…' he thought, clenching his jaw slightly.
Rias's smile turned positively sinful. She leaned in closer, brushing her lips against his ear as she whispered seductively:
"Then why don't you show me what you've got… God of Destruction?"
That was all the invitation he needed.
Silas's arms wrapped around her waist in one smooth motion. He lifted her effortlessly off the ground, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips as their lips crashed together in a deep, hungry kiss.
The kiss was raw and passionate , tongues sliding against each other, breaths mingling hotly. Rias moaned softly into his mouth, her fingers threading through his hair as she pressed her barely-covered breasts against his bare chest.
Silas's hands gripped her ass firmly, squeezing the soft, plump flesh as he held her up.
He walked forward and gently pushed her down onto the bed, never breaking the kiss. His hard cock pressed against her lace-covered core, making Rias shiver and arch her back with need.
When they finally parted for air, a thin string of saliva connected their lips. Rias looked up at him with glazed, lust-filled eyes, breathing heavily.
"Silas…" she whispered, voice trembling with desire.
Silas pulled back slightly, his eyes burning with lust as he looked down at her.
"Let's see how ready you are for me," he said, voice low and rough.
He slid one hand down her body, slowly trailing over her stomach until his fingers reached the delicate black lace covering her pussy.
He caressed her gently through the fabric, pressing just enough to feel the heat radiating from her core.
A visible damp spot had already soaked through the thin lace.
Silas's grin widened, sharp and predatory.
"You're this excited already?" he teased, voice dripping with amusement. "I feel so honored."
Rias bit her lip, cheeks flushed deep crimson, but she didn't look away. Her breathing had already grown heavier.
Without warning, Silas hooked a finger under the edge of her panties and slowly pulled the soaked lace to the side, fully exposing her glistening pink folds.
She was dripping wet her pussy visibly throbbing with need, slick arousal coating her swollen lips and clit.
His fingers brushed over her bare sex, gently tracing her slick folds from bottom to top. Rias shivered hard, a soft, needy moan escaping her lips.
"~Yes~… Right there~" she breathed, her voice already trembling.
Silas chuckled darkly, clearly enjoying how sensitive she was. He took his time, teasing her with deliberate slowness.
His middle finger glided up and down her slit, spreading her wetness, occasionally brushing lightly over her swollen clit before pulling away again.
Every stroke made Rias's hips twitch and roll toward his hand, chasing more friction. Her thighs trembled around his wrist as she fought the urge to grind against his fingers.
He leaned down, lips brushing against her ear while his fingers continued their torturous teasing.
"So wet for me already…" he murmured, sliding just the tip of his finger inside her tight entrance before pulling it back out, spreading her juices over her clit in slow, lazy circles. "You've been thinking about this for a while, haven't you?"
Rias moaned louder, her hands gripping his shoulders tightly, nails digging into his skin.
"Silas… please…" she whimpered, voice husky with desire. Her hips bucked again, trying to push his finger deeper, but he kept control never giving her more than teasing, shallow touches.
He continued playing with her soaked pussy at his own pace, savoring every little gasp, moan, and shiver he drew from the proud Gremory heiress.
Her black lingerie was now completely ruined, her juices dripping down onto the expensive sheets beneath her.
Silas's cock throbbed hard against her thigh, but he made no move to rush.
Silas's smirk deepened as he watched Rias squirm beneath him, her body already betraying just how badly she wanted him.
He pushed his middle finger deeper inside her tight, soaking heat, curling it slowly while his thumb circled her swollen clit with just the right amount of pressure. Rias's back arched sharply off the bed, a sweet, needy moan spilling from her lips.
"~Ahh~… Silas…!"
Her walls clenched tightly around his finger, dripping wet and scorching hot. He added a second finger, stretching her gently as he pumped them in and out at a torturously slow pace. The wet, obscene sounds of her pussy filled the room with every thrust of his fingers.
"You're so tight," he growl against her neck, nipping at her soft skin.
Rias could barely speak. Her hips rolled desperately against his hand, trying to take his fingers deeper.
"Y-Yes… I've wanted you… for so long~" she gasped, voice breaking into another moan as he curled his fingers against that perfect spot inside her.
Silas suddenly pulled his fingers out completely, leaving her empty and throbbing. Rias whimpered in protest, eyes glassy with lust.
Before she could complain, he brought his glistening fingers to his mouth and licked them clean, tasting her with a low, satisfied groan.
"Yummers" he murmured.
[A/N: THE BOYS MENTIONED! ]
Rias's face burned crimson at the lewd sight, but it only made her wetter.
Silas grabbed her lace panties and ripped them off in one smooth motion, tossing the ruined fabric aside.
He pushed her legs apart wider, exposing her completely soaked, pink pussy to his hungry gaze.
He leaned down and dragged his tongue slowly up her slit, savoring her taste before wrapping his lips around her swollen clit and sucking gently.
"~Ahhhh!~" Rias cried out, her hands flying to his hair, gripping tightly as her thighs trembled around his head.
Silas ate her out with shameless hunger , licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her dripping hole while his hands kept her thighs spread wide.
Every time she got close, he slowed down, edging her mercilessly until she was shaking and whimpering.
"Silas… please… I can't— I need you inside me…" she begged, voice hoarse and desperate.
He finally pulled back, lips shiny with her juices. His thick, hard cock rested heavily against her soaked folds, slowly rubbing up and down her slit, coating himself in her wetness.
He looked down at her flushed, beautiful face and whispered huskily:
"Tell me exactly what you want, Rias."
Rias stared up at him with pure lust, legs wrapping around his waist as she pulled him closer.
"I want you to fuck me," she breathed, voice trembling with need. "I want you to ruin me, Silas… Please…"
' Hehe this is so cringe, but fun' he thought. Silas's eyes darkened with raw desire.
He gripped her hips tightly, positioned the thick head of his cock at her entrance, and slowly started pushing inside her tight, dripping heat.
TO BE CONTINUED