"You can't,"
His thumbs circled her nipples, slow and teasing, coaxing a traitorous jolt through her core. The instinctive heat rising within her body disgusted her.
His hands slid lower, gripping her hips, fingers bruising her through her skirt. He yanked her back, his hardness pressing against her lower spine. The contact sent a sickening lurch through her stomach, her skin crawling as if infested.
Tatsuya smiled as he grinded himself against her. Grayfia could feel it, she could feel his impressive length poke her backside. Despite her drunken state, Grayfia would never forget the promise she made to Sirzechs.
"Forgive me Grayfia-san, I don't want to ruin our relationship, I don't want to cross the line, Grayfia-san… just let me indulge… just… just let me use you for a bit," he whispered, lips grazing her neck, leaving a wet trail. His tongue flicked her skin, a slimy intrusion that made her shudder.
Her neck burned where he touched, filling her with revulsion.
Grayfia, the Queen of the Underworld, fell into a daze as she heard his words. Hasn't this been exactly what she talked about with Sirzechs? To allow him to indulge to a certain limit.
She had been bold and unhesitant in front of her husband but now that she was actually letting herself get violated a hint of hesitation rose involuntarily.
If not for being drunk she would've killed him for this offense.
His fingers crept beneath her skirt, tracing the sensitive skin of her inner thigh.
Her muscles tensed, quivering under the invasive caress. The fabric of her panties offered no shield as his fingertips brushed their edge, teasing her most private place.
The place that belonged to her husband.
The husband she had been married to for centuries, even birthing a son recently.
Grayfia's breath hitched.
Her thighs clenched instinctively, but his hand was relentless, slipping higher. The heat of his palm against her skin was suffocating.
She should stop him.
Tell him that enough was enough.
But she hesitated, his hand cupping her through her panties. His fingers pressed against her core, a bold, defiling grip. The pressure sent a shockwave through her, her body trembling with a mix of rage and unwanted sensation.
Her clit throbbed under his touch, a traitor to her will, sparking flickers of heat she despised. Her hips twitched, a reflex she couldn't suppress, and the shame of it crushed her. She gritted her teeth, jaw aching.
His fingers moved, stroking her through the thin fabric, slow and deliberate. Each pass sent a jolt through her nerves, her body responding despite her mind's screams. Her inner walls clenched, a humiliating warmth pooling where she least wanted it.
Grayfia's nails dug into her palms, blood trickling down her fingers. The pain was a lifeline, grounding her against the assault on her senses.
Tatsuya's other hand roamed upward, squeezing her breast again, his thumb flicking her nipple. The dual assault overwhelmed her.
His lips found her earlobe, sucking gently, the wet sound echoing in her skull. Her stomach roiled, bile rising as his tongue traced the shell of her ear. The intimacy of it was unbearable, a mockery of affection that made her want to scream.
"Has he ever touched you like this?" he mocked, his voice venomous. His fingers slipped beneath her panties, brushing the bare skin of her folds. The direct contact was a lightning strike, her body jerking as if electrocuted.
Her core pulsed, slickness betraying her despite her horror. His fingertips explored her, parting her folds with a sickening gentleness. Each stroke was precise, calculated to unravel her, and Grayfia's knees buckled, held up only by his grip.
She was being touched, touched by a man that wasn't her husband.
She hated him. Hated her body. Hated the duty that forced her to endure. Her chest heaved, each breath a struggle against the weight of his hands. Her nipples, hardened under his relentless teasing, ached with a sensitivity that made her want to claw her skin off.
Tatsuya's finger circled her clit, slow and torturous, drawing a whimper she couldn't stifle. The sound humiliated her. Her hips twitched again, seeking relief from the torment, and she cursed her flesh for its weakness.
How long had it been since she felt such a sensation?
His other hand slid down, joining the first, spreading her wider. A second finger pressed against her entrance, teasing the slick heat there. Grayfia's mind recoiled, but her body arched, a reflex that filled her with self-loathing.
"You're wet," he sneered, his voice dripping with triumph. He pushed a finger inside her. Her walls clenched around him, a desperate attempt to expel the violation, but it only heightened the sensation.
Grayfia's vision swam. The fullness inside her was unbearable, each slow thrust of his finger causing her walls to tingle. Her clit throbbed under his thumb's relentless pressure, sparks of pleasure mingling with her agony.
The wet sounds of his fingers moving inside her echoed in the quiet room, the room she shared with her beloved husband.
Tatsuya's lips returned to her neck, biting softly, teeth grazing her pulse. The sharp sting grounded her, a fleeting distraction from the assault below. But his fingers quickened, curling inside her, hitting a spot that made her gasp, her body betraying her again.
His thumb pressed harder on her clit. Her body tensed, threatening to snap. She fought it, clenching her fists, but the pleasure built, a feeling she couldn't stop.
"Let it out…" he whispered.
A second finger joined the first, stretching her wider, the burn intensifying. Her walls fluttered, her body teetering on the edge, and Grayfia grinded her teeth.
The climax hit as a white-hot surge that tore through her. Her body convulsed, walls clamping around his fingers, slickness coating his hand. Grayfia's lips quivered as her knees gave out, only his grip keeping her upright
Tatsuya laughed as he withdrew his hand, leaving her empty. Grayfia slumped against the wall, her body trembling.
Tatsuya knelt down as he looked at Grayfia who didn't dare match his gaze.
He pulled her hand into his and hugged her tightly, "Ah, Grayfia-san." Their fingers interlocked, "Aren't we like lovers now? Isn't it exciting?"
Grayfia did her best to calm down. She tried to pull herself away from his embrace but it was futile.
Her famous strength was nowhere to be seen and her drunk state made her mind muddled. What could she do but let him have his way?
It wasn't like she could burn the bridge now.
Wouldn't her sacrifice, her humiliation be meaningless then?
So she had to endure.
Tatsuya pulled his back to look her in the eyes. The hatred in them sent a jolt of pleasure through him. He instinctively dove in to kiss her.
Pa!
The sound of a striking slap reverberated in the room as a stunned Tatsuya turned his head back.
"Don't you dare try to kiss me. Know your place!" Grayfia hissed, "Penetration and kissing are not for someone like you." The disdain in her voice made Tatsuya pause.
He sighed before standing up with a conflicted expression.
"I apologise."
It was unknown if he was being sincere or not.
Grayfia couldn't tell, nor did she care. She kept her head low as she heard his footsteps becoming faint.
He left.
Grayfia relaxed, she was worried he would force her again. She regretted it, she just hoped to get the information she needed by getting him drunk. She regretted accepting his invitation.
She hadn't expected him to be so bold, so cunning.
This boy, no… man had a complete understanding of the situation unlike someone of his age should have.
He knew where his advantage lay and was fully exploiting it.
Grayfia looked at the carpet stained with her juices, a glint of shame passed through her eyes. That scum knew exactly how to stimulate her, every touch made her want to scream out in pleasure, to just succumb to his torture.
It made Grayfia shudder.
Then… would he continue this?
Grayfia felt another jolt of panic spreading through her. Did she have to deal with this kind of humiliation every day?
After all, most of the time it was just her and Tatsuya at home.
…
And Grayfia was right.
Today was the day before the engagement.
Everyone in the Gremory Territory was bustling with activity. Rias and her group were out shopping while the House of Gremory was engaged in preparations for tomorrow's engagement ceremony. Perhaps because the situation wasn't forced as it was with Riser Phenex the House was very enthusiastically getting everything prepared.
Grayfia, Tatsuya and Ichika walked together in a supposed private shopping mall of the Underworld
A sober Grayfia kept her expression neutral as she walked behind Tatsuya and Ichika, trailing his steps. It was as if she had no memory of what had happened yesterday.
As for why Grayfia was accompanying them?
In the morning Rias had insisted Tatsuya come with them but Tatsuya argued that a man and woman's shopping was fundamentally different, that they should both surprise each other on the day of the engagement.
Rias found it hard to argue.
Additionally, Tatsuya suggested that Grayfia help him today as, one, he still didn't have a bank account and second, she was a mature adult and could help him through the process.
While conflicted, Rias agreed. She wanted to surprise him as well and she knew Grayfia was really astute. She had accurately gauged that Tatsuya was a woman with modest clothing when she went to talk with him before the Phenex Family arrived.
Hence, both parties parted ways.
"Grayfia-san, why is this mall so empty?" Ichika looked around curiously, noting that only workers and clerks were present.
Grayfia replied, "This is a private shopping complex belonging to the Noble Clans. Every Noble Clan has one in their territory."
"Wow~!" Ichika laughed in excitement as she jumped around.
The shopping itself wasn't complex.
For Tatsuya, they just needed to pick out a good suit, clothes and shoes, the rest would be handled by the servants.
"But looking at Tatsuya-nii's face even if we picked out some beggars' rags wouldn't he still look the best?" Ichika pouted as she skipped forward.
Grayfia was stunned as she turned to look at Tatsuya. She felt conflicted and didn't know what to say, it wasn't like she could deny the truth in Ichika's words. She retracted her gaze just as Tatsuya turned to look at her.
Tatsuya smiled before bonking Ichika on the head.
"What's that for!?" Ichika rubbed her head in anger and Tatsuya scoffed, "If I didn't know better I would think you're praising yourself. Be obedient and don't trouble Grayfia-san."
"Please do not worry, I am simply here to accompany you in shopping and give some simple help. You can ignore me for most of the part and shop to your delight."
Grayfia shook her head and Ichika stuck a tongue out towards Tatsuya before running into a designer shop. Tatsuya followed with a wry smile, "This rascal…"
Tatsuya shadowed Ichika into the sleek designer boutique.
The shop was a quiet haven of tailored suits and polished racks, clerks hovering just out of earshot.
Grayfia stood by a display of silk ties, her stance rigid, fingers clasped so tightly her knuckles whitened. Tatsuya sauntered over, lifting a navy jacket with feigned interest.
"I think this looks good." He said casually and Grayfia narrowed her eyes. She glanced back and saw a female clerk attending Ichika. To her surprise it was as if Ichika had completely forgotten about them, not even glancing towards them once.
He wouldn't.
Grayfia hoped silently as she nodded in response to his words. She wasn't interested in small talk.
But just as she had that thought, his hand grazed her lower back, making her breath hitch.
She froze.
His fingers didn't move, pressing through her dress, slow and deliberate.
Memories of yesterday began rushing in, igniting a sickening heat in her gut.
"Grayfia-san…" he murmured, not even bothering to mask the lust in his voice. It was as if he had no worry of Ichika noticing.
Ignore it… just ignore it, Grayfia.
She did her best to stay composed. To Grayfia being molested was one thing, but being molested by such a hateful bastard was another. To top it all off, this was what Sirzechs was expecting to happen and he wanted to capitalize on it.
Sure… he had given her the choice to refuse… but they were both smart. In her position, Grayfia wouldn't refuse a request from Sirzechs, and he knew this. So giving her an option to opt out was no different than being commanded to get touched by another man.
Worst of it, all?
Grayfia felt her heart race faster as his hand slowly nestled against her butt, each squeeze causing her to shift in place uncomfortably.
Yamamoto Tatsuya.
The man who knew he was given permission to touch another man's wife and had no scruples in doing so despite having an engagement with the very sister of the man's wife he was touching disgracefully.
With an amused smile, he picked out two ties and hovered them in front of her face.
"I quite like these two colors, Grayfia-san. Which one should I pick?" Grayfia's lips twitched as veins of anger began pulsing through her forehead.
She clenched her fists while looking at the red and crimson ties he was asking her to choose from.
The signature hair color of the Gremory Household.
This bastard!
Grayfia had the urge to slice his head off but her irritation only grew knowing that probably still won't kill him.
Receiving no answer Tatsuya frowned and his hand began slipping inside her skirt grazing her soft thigh. The touch was teasing, but it sent a jolt through her.
"...Crimson."
At his urging, she was forced to answer. She wondered where Ichika was and turned her eyes back just to see that Ichika was gone.
???
"Where's Ichika?" She whispered and noticed the hand touching her freeze.
Tatsuya with a somewhat stiff smile turned around and also noticed the absence of Ichika. Grayfia saw the subtle changes in his eyes, as if time had slowed down.
She saw the lust in his eyes slowly turn into tension as he let go of her.
"Ichika! Wasn't she just talking to you!?" He turned around and stormed towards the attendant who was talking to her earlier. His yell reverberated in the shop and Grayfia was stunned by the overreaction.
The attendant was just a Low-Class Devil and felt the immense pressure from his grip on her shoulder. She trembled, "I-I don't know, she saw something outside the shop and left."
Tatsuya's eyes turned cold.
"Calm down, she couldn't have gone far." Grayfia pulled Tatsuya's hand, freeing the clerk, "We're still in the Gremory Territory."
Tatsuya frowned.
"She wouldn't ever leave my side without telling me, I made sure she wouldn't!" Tatsuya gritted his teeth, rushing out of the store.
Grayfia was flabbergasted but knowing his past she could understand his reaction. Trauma wasn't so easy to leave behind.
Looking at his panicked back, the motherly side of Grayfia felt pity. She couldn't help but feel bad despite how Tatsuya treated her.
She followed him out and looked around, Tatsuya was actively looking for her and making the mall a mess. While confused, she went around looking for Ichika too.
What Grayfia didn't know was that Tatsuya was not acting.
He had specifically told Ichika to follow him around at all times to tease Grayfia. If all she did was leave his side then he wouldn't make a fuss, but through the mark he branded on her he could feel that while she was still in the mall she was unconscious.
Tatsuya couldn't let anything happen to her!
Not till her value was properly utilised!
Kaguya, track her!
He mentally commanded and Kaguya flew out of his body.
Just as she began to calculate, Tatsuya froze in place.
His eyes narrowed into sharp slits.
The lights in the mall stuttered once, then fell into darkness.
Purple mist surged towards him and enveloped the area around him.
Tatsuya stiffened as the cold, biting sensation of isolation swallowed him whole.
The world blurred at the edges, sound vanished, and even the presence of Grayfia, just steps away, disappeared.
Tatsuya's eyes widened.
Dimension Lost!?
His instincts screamed, but he stayed still.
Moving inside a twisted space like this without understanding would only quicken his fall.
"Kaguya," he murmured without moving his lips.
"Four signatures."
The ground distorted.
From the swirling mist, four figures emerged.
At their front walked a man with silver hair and a playful smile that did not touch his cruel eyes.
Clad in an immaculate white suit, he strolled as if attending a casual tea party.
Rizevim Livan Lucifer.
Trailing behind him with casual grace, a young man holding a glowing spear, radiating a sharp, unyielding pressure.
Cao Cao.
The third was a gaunt figure wrapped in priest-like robes, his vacant eyes staring forward without a flicker of emotion.
George.
And behind them all, silent as a shadow, a small barefoot girl with flowing black hair and blank dragon-like eyes.
Ophis.
Swish!
Just as Tatsuya's muscles tensed a spear whistled past him, blasting his arm into a bloody mist, only for it to regrow in a second, as if nothing had happened.
There was a faint glow lingering in the air as the spear returned to its owner.
Cao Cao rested his spear against his shoulder, surveying Tatsuya calmly.
"Your regenerative ability is extraordinary," Cao Cao said, voice smooth and professional. "Beyond the Phenex indeed. You haven't lied." He looked towards the silver-haired Devil.
Rizevim laughed lightly, clapping his hands together as if delighted.
"Oh, but what a delicious little scandal it would cause, snatching you away right under dear Sirzechs' nose," he said, his voice dripping with theatrical mockery. "Ah, the outrage, the heartache. I can hardly wait."
Tatsuya stayed silent, his mind whirring. He could've avoided the spear but the sheer pressure emanating from Ophis locked him in place. Every possible escape route, every chance, every variable ran through his head.
None of them ended well.
It didn't help that he could see the numbers hovering above their heads.
George had 8,981.
Cao Cao had 32,789.
Rizevim Lucifer had 456,898.
And Ophis…
Even someone as mentally tough as Tatsuya felt shaken inwardly as he glanced at the top of her head. It made his heart turn cold.
|8,976,800|
As Tatsuya contemplated, George raised a hand slightly, maintaining the thick veil of Dimension Lost around the area.
His lips barely moved.
"Stabilization at ninety-eight percent. No external interference."
Ophis took a small step forward.
The atmosphere thickened, gravity itself seeming to bow before her.
Without a word, without any change in expression, she raised a delicate hand and placed it gently against Tatsuya's forehead.
He stiffened but there was a strange glint in his eyes as he matched his gaze with Ophis.
No killing intent?
A cold, oppressive force surged into his mind.
Just overwhelming power.
His vision blurred.
Don't do anything—
Was Tatsuya's last command to Kaguya as he fell unconscious.
This situation was exploitable.
The world around him dimmed, edges turning black.
Through the haze, he barely registered Rizevim's lazy voice.
"Well, that was easy. I almost feel bad. Almost."
…
Cao Cao gave a short nod to George, who completed the spatial fold.
Tatsuya's body was lifted effortlessly. Cao Cao slung him over his shoulder without ceremony, adjusting the weight with efficiency.
"Move. Before someone realizes he's gone," Cao Cao said calmly.
Ophis simply turned and walked away, barefoot steps silent against the broken marble. She had a strange feeling inside of her as she glanced at Tatsuya. It caused her discomfort. This was the first time she ever felt like this.
But Ophis ignored the voice of hostility inside her, to her this only meant that Tatsuya might indeed be of help in removing Great Red from the Dimensional Gap.
The mist collapsed inward, and with a final twist of space, the mall returned to normal.
Tatsuya was gone.
Vanished from the Underworld just before his engagement.
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A/N- DxD will be updated regularly now. After a conversation with my fellow discord members I've been forced to agree to a commitment that if I don't finish DxD before Jan 15 I'll be gay.
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