A soft knock knock tapped against the door.
"Excuse me, Lord Riser. May I enter?"
It was Grayfia's voice. I had already told her she didn't need to ask for permission to enter anymore, but when she was in proper maid mode, she was still as strict and formal as ever. I replied lazily from the bed where I lay naked on my back, and the door slowly opened.
"Good morning, Lord Riser."
Standing before the closed door behind her, Grayfia bowed with perfect elegance. Her beautiful silver hair was braided with a blue ribbon, framing a flawless face lit by a soft, sultry smile. It wasn't an act—her expression carried real, unrestrained affection.
Her lips, painted a vivid shade of red, curled into a crescent as her silver eyes narrowed sweetly. Eyes that used to be calm and controlled now traced over my entire body with an unmistakable heat—especially the cock standing tall and rigid between my legs.
Before I could even speak to her, Grayfia walked silently to the bedside.
She clasped her hands politely in front of her, standing at attention.
What she wore, however, was not her usual maid uniform.
It was the customized outfit I had made last night—right after we returned from the pseudo-space—something I crafted on impulse, and yet I was honestly proud of how well it turned out.
Right in the center of the white fabric that supported her heavy breasts, I had cut a heart-shaped window, allowing the gold nipple piercings and dangling heart-shaped accessories to remain visible at all times. Another large heart-shaped cutout exposed her crotch, where only a thin pair of black panties barely hid a vibrating dildo—currently buzzing at high speed deep inside her pussy. The fabric around her navel had also been cut away into an oval shape, displaying both the tattoo of my name across her lower abdomen and the glowing purple lust-mark I'd branded her with.
On top of that, golden cock-shaped earrings glinted from her ears.
A black collar tightly encircled her neck, with a silver chain dangling down and resting atop her breasts.
As I had told her earlier, all these piercings, tattoos, the lust-mark—everything—had vanished when we returned to reality. Grayfia's body had been restored to its pristine, untouched state the moment we arrived.
But a woman who had fallen that deep into me could never remain that way.
"Please…" she had begged on her knees at my feet, bowing so low her forehead pressed to the floor. "Please give me your marks again. As proof that I belong to you."
She licked my toes desperately as she begged—slurping, sucking, kissing—until I finally gave in.
This time I took my time with her.
I even recorded the entire process.
Like an artist altering an original masterpiece to suit my taste, savoring the thrill of desecration, I pierced her nipples, hung earrings from her ears, branded my name into her pale belly, fitted her with a collar and rings, and re-applied the lust-mark empowered by Phenex flame. Throughout the entire ritual, Grayfia trembled uncontrollably with joy, so euphoric she would have writhed all over the floor if I hadn't restrained her with enchanted cuffs.
In the end, the matter was settled—Grayfia was marked as mine in the real world as well.
Now she stood before me, a goddess-like beauty shaped completely to my preferences, gazing at me with soft, loving eyes.
"Breakfast is ready," she said. "Would you prefer the dining hall or your room?"
"Well…" I murmured, though I already knew the answer.
I reached out, took her left hand, and admired the golden ring on her ring finger—the matching pair to mine. That alone filled me with deep satisfaction. Then I pulled her down onto the bed, seating her on my thigh.
Grayfia immediately understood my intention.
"Hehehe… so you wish to eat me first, my lord? As you wish."
With a luxurious smile different from the one she wore moments ago, she wrapped her left hand around my stiffened cock and began stroking it. Her right palm pressed against the tip, rubbing in slow circles. Each soft "There, there…" she whispered made heat surge up both my body and my shaft.
"We only just spent all night together, and yet you're already so energetic," she giggled.
"It's because it's you," I replied. "I get hard just seeing you."
"My, my… But what about your other servants? Should you not attend to them as well?"
"They'll have to take care of themselves. I've finally obtained the treasure that is you. I'm going to savor every inch of you until my scent never leaves your body."
"Aah… just hearing that makes me wet…"
"You're already wet, aren't you?"
I glanced between her legs. Even now, the vibrating dildo under her panties was still spinning violently, stirring inside her. Every rub of silicone against her inner walls produced more slick, fragrant arousal. That sweet scent filled the air around her.
Grayfia smiled shyly.
"You see through everything, my lord. Would you like to inspect the hole that will be receiving you shortly?"
"Show me."
"Yes, my lord."
Grayfia rose from my thigh, spreading her legs indecently wide. With her right hand, she hooked a finger into her panties and pulled the crotch aside. The dildo, now freed from the fabric's constraint, thrashed wildly.
"Mmnh… Lord Riser's thick, hard cock… even the imitation feels so good. The bumps along the length rub my walls so roughly… ahh… my pussy juice is—"
As she pulled the dildo out inch by inch, it slid free with a heavy squelch, and a gush of warm fluid spilled from her stretched hole. The oversized, knobbly black vibrator was coated completely in her slick: thick, dripping, and sweet-smelling.
Her scent alone made my cock twitch violently.
"Good thing I remade it," I said. "So? How many times better is it than Sirzechs?"
Grayfia gave a small laugh.
"More than a hundred Sirzechs, perhaps. No matter how many weak little males like him you stack together, they could never compare. Even as a bundle, I would refuse such pathetic sex."
"And between the toy and my cock?"
"Of course—"
She pulled the vibrator free completely, licked its length slowly, cleaning her own juices from it with her tongue. Then she set it aside and used both hands to spread her glistening, contracting pussy open.
"—of course, it's you, my lord. This hole exists solely to take in your true, superior cock… to wrap around it, massage it, and squeeze out your seed over and over. Sirzechs' worthless cock and his worthless seed are no longer welcome. My egg cells are preparing themselves for your mighty Phenex sperm."
Then, as if to emphasize, she spread herself wider. The once-stretched opening was tightening back down, quivering like a hungry, living creature.
"Demons are poor at conceiving," she said. "Forgive me for that. But please—whenever you wish—pound me, fuck me, and fill me with your seed as much as you desire. Even my stubborn egg cells will eventually submit to the greatness of your sperm. One day, I swear I will show you the sight of your child being pushed out of this very hole. All of my eggs belong to you already. So please… strike every last one. Hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of times, and I will bear them all."
My blood burned.
My cock hardened to a painful degree, veins thrumming, the head swelling and bending upward with raw pressure.
Grayfia saw it—and her expression melted in desire.
Her tongue flicked across her lips.
I couldn't resist anymore.
"Grayfia."
"Yes, my lord?"
"I permit you to join with me. Feed me your pussy."
"As you command, my master… my true husband… beloved Riser Phenex."
She lowered her hips, eyes locked on mine, guiding herself slowly toward my cock.
"Please…" she murmured, "…devour the womb of your servant-wife as much as you wish."
Her pink opening kissed the head of my cock—chuu—then swallowed it. The pressure of her walls, loosened by the toy yet still tight around my much larger girth, made her gasp sweetly.
"Ahh… hnnh…"
She straightened her back, pushed her hips down, and slid the rest of the massive shaft into herself.
"Ng—ah—! Ahhh—!"
Her tight hole stretched wide as I sank into her, her body lowering until her ass clapped against my lap with a wet slap. The tip of my cock slammed directly into her cervix, making her spine arch violently.
She couldn't even speak—just gnashed her teeth, eyes wide, tears spilling from the shock of pleasure.
"Lord Riser's… cock… your cock…!"
A moment later the cry finally escaped her, explosive and shameless.
Anyone who knew the old Grayfia would be unable to believe this was the same woman. Just being connected to her beloved man—her true man—made her scream with joy.
This was Grayfia now.
And it was perfect.
I laced my fingers with hers and thrust upward.
Her pussy reacted immediately—clamping down so hard she nearly passed out from the second impact against her cervix.
"Ah—! Ha—ahh—!"
She recovered only to lean forward and dance obscenely on my cock, bouncing with furious intensity. Her ass rose high, then slammed down, hammering herself onto me with such force that the old Sirzechs wouldn't have lasted two pumps.
"Lord Riser! Lord Riser! Lord Riser!!"
She pressed her face close, silver eyes filled with me alone, writhing like a starving animal.
Which of us was supposed to be having breakfast?
Not that it mattered.
I opened my mouth.
"Go ahead. Suck my tongue."
Her reaction was instantaneous.
"JUBU—! BUCHU—! GUCHU—! AA—! JURURU—!!"
She wrapped her mouth over my tongue like it was my cock, clamping down around it, sucking desperately, licking wildly. She pushed her saliva into my mouth, then sucked the mixture back, repeating again and again, tongue-fucking me with manic intensity.
Meanwhile her hips smashed down onto mine in relentless rhythm.
Wet slaps echoed: hips meeting lap, juices splattering, our mixed fluids bubbling and overflowing.
"Perfect," I growled. "You're perfect, Grayfia."
The words hit her like a spell.
Her eyes widened, then softened with overwhelming emotion. Purple flames erupted from her back, forming demonic wings that flapped intensely, washing me with heat.
Then her movements shifted into yet another gear—feral, violent, breathtaking.
Wet, meaty squelches filled the room:
pachun—guchu—zupun—pan pan pan—shuchun—zuchun—
She fucked herself on me with raw hunger, her pussy trying to erase even the memory of Sirzechs' scent from her walls. Her cervix clung to my tip like it wanted to drink me dry.
Sirzechs… that weakling…
He could never have survived this.
I thought idly about making him a replica of Grayfia's pussy and trapping him in an ejaculation hell. Maybe even "fixing" Millicas before he grew up pathetic like his father. Turn him into a girl if necessary—it would probably be kinder.
But then—
"Ahh—ahh—haa—ah! A—A—A—!"
Grayfia screamed as her flames roared, enclosing us both in a sphere of purple fire. She had restricted the flames from burning the room—but I had set myself as immune anyway. Phenex fire and Lucifer fire clashed, swirling chaotically as we clung to each other.
I manifested my own red Phenex wings, wrapping her with heat as she impaled herself repeatedly.
Then, with a violent spasm—
"AAAAHH—!!"
Grayfia climaxed, breasts bouncing wildly, walls crushing me with a force that made my vision spark.
I grinned.
"Heh… hihih…"
Then thrust upward one last time and released everything inside her.
Byurururu—dobyu—byuruuu—dop—dopooo—dok—dok—
"Ah—ahh—AAAAAAAH—!!"
Her womb filled instantly—so fast her belly bulged outward. Her eyes rolled back, her body trembling uncontrollably as white-hot seed flooded her. I kept her cervix sealed with my tip, pumping pulse after pulse into her deepest point.
She came again, violently, tears and drool dripping down her chin as her lust-mark blazed bright purple.
This scene—a woman I'd remade, devoted entirely to me, body and soul—was something I could enjoy whenever I wished.
Grayfia was mine.
Forever.
My wife.
My womb-bearer.
The mother of my future children.
I would take more.
Many more.
Fill her with child again and again.
This world…
All its women…
All belonged to me.
I was evil.
And I embraced it.
"Under the evil Phenex," I whispered, "you will commit plenty of evil deeds with me, Grayfia."
Still climaxing, she saluted with her right hand. Her belly jiggled heavily with my seed.
One day that belly would swell not with cum—but with a child.
Hopefully a daughter who resembled Grayfia.
And perhaps… a mother-daughter feast for me to enjoy together.
Grayfia panted, "Fuu… fuu…"
Even after cumming, my cock remained fully hard, towering before her eyes.
"Magnificent…" she whispered breathlessly.
She kissed the underside—chuu—and began licking the shaft, shivering every time she inhaled my scent.
"Ahn… chu… leero…"
Her warm tongue fluttered along the ridge, making my cock sway—only for her to catch it with her mouth, enveloping the head.
"BUCHU—JURURU—GUPU—NCHU—GCHA—"
Her mouth swallowed the glans and worked it lovingly, her cheeks hollowing and tongue swirling. When it wasn't enough for her, she slid down the shaft, taking my entire length and sucking it greedily.
I watched her obscene expression.
A fallen maid turned perfect whore-wife.
I checked the invisible magic cameras—still recording from all angles. Excellent. Grayfia before and after her fall would be preserved forever.
Surrounded by the floating cameras, Grayfia raised both hands in a peace-sign and began sucking wildly:
"Guchu—budyu—jubbu—jupu—juruu—guchu—bupo—gupo—GUPOOO—!"
"Good…" I murmured.
She bobbed her head frantically, taking my cock to the root and pulling off with wet pops. No dignity left. Not even a high-class whore would make such a face. She had never shown Sirzechs anything like this—this filthy, whorish expression belonged only to me.
Just seeing it would have broken her former self.
She was always destined to be mine.
"GUPPU—NUPO—JUBU—JURU—JUU—JUZOOO—!"
Her sucking shifted suddenly into a pure vacuum-style assault, catching me by surprise. The obscene "hyottoko" lips sealed like a pump, drawing directly from my shaft.
Caught by her relentless suction, I spilled into her mouth.
Dokun—dokun—dokun—
She swallowed every pulse:
"GOK—GOK—GOK…
GOKYU—GOKYU—GOKUN—"
Like a creature made solely to absorb male essence, she devoured every drop, eyes hazy, licking her lips as she savored the taste. She didn't release me until she had drained even the residual fluid from the urethra.
Then she pulled off slowly:
"Mn… ahh…"
Opening her mouth, she showed me the remaining cum before closing her lips and chewing softly—crushing the sperm with her teeth like a delicacy, groaning with pleasure.
She swallowed.
Then breathed out a satisfied, semen-scented sigh and pressed her cheek to my cock again.
"Won't you… use my mouth again, my lord?"
Before I could answer, she kissed my shaft eagerly.
"Mm… chu… chuu… I love you, Lord Riser. And I love your cock. I devote everything to both of you. Chu—chupu—rero—puchu—chupo—nuchu—chu—chuuuuu…"
She was lost in me entirely.
"I'm planning to take Rias tomorrow," I said. "If you keep me busy all day, I might have trouble saving up for her."
Grayfia smiled sweetly.
"For a man like you, Lord Riser, no amount of ejaculation is too much. Tomorrow's fresh seed will be more than enough to break that spoiled brat. She rejected your engagement—so teach that arrogant little girl her place."
"And who was it that offered herself to break that engagement for me?" I teased.
Grayfia grinned.
"That was the foolish woman known as Grayfia Lucifuge. She has nothing to do with the current me—Grayfia Phenex. That old woman had no sense of her place. A lowly female daring to oppose a supreme male like you."
She inhaled deeply at the tip of my cock, bliss spreading across her face.
"If such a woman appears again, I will handle her myself. If necessary, I will erase her existence entirely. And if you wish her as a slave, I will torture and train her into a proper hole for your cock."
She licked the shaft from base to tip, bathing it in saliva.
"Let us build your ideal world together, Riser," she whispered—not as a maid, but as my wife.
She was perfect.
"Next," I said, "I want to use your pussy."
"With pleasure. Please fill me with as much semen as you wish, my beloved Riser."
She shifted into maid-mode and positioned herself on all fours, raising her ass and shaking it enticingly.
The excess semen from before didn't leak—her lust-mark had absorbed the unnecessary fluid.
Only the strong, selected sperm were already swimming deep toward her waiting eggs.
But demons conceived poorly.
I would simply have to overwhelm her biology.
I knelt behind her and grasped her hips, sliding into her with a wet zupun.
"Ahhn—!"
She looked back at me with a bliss-drunk expression.
I began thrusting.
Push—pull—push—pull.
Simple, repetitive motion, but it emptied the strength from her body. She trembled on the bed, struggling to stay upright, gasping uncontrollably. I grabbed the chain attached to her collar, lengthened it, and used it to pull her back, spanking her ass in encouragement.
This was just the beginning.
Of our life.
Of our world.
"You really are the best," I told her honestly.
And I released another thick load of seed directly into her womb.
My second ejaculation surged deep into Grayfia's womb.
Her entire body jerked.
"A—AAH—! Nnhh—aa—haa—!"
She collapsed onto her elbows, trembling so hard her silver hair scattered across the sheets. Thick, white semen overflowed past her cervix, coating every fold inside her. Her womb twitched greedily, trying to capture every drop.
I kept her hips lifted, letting gravity help pull my release as deep into her as possible.
Her toes curled.
Her wings spasmed.
Her lust-mark pulsed with violent purple light.
"Lord… Riser…" she gasped, voice breaking.
"Your seed… feels so hot… it's filling me… it's filling me again…!"
"Good," I murmured, gripping her waist and pulling her back. "You were made to carry my children."
"Haa—ah… y-yes…! I belong to you… only you… my womb… m-my eggs… all of them…"
Her voice dissolved into raw whimpers as I resumed thrusting—slow, heavy strokes designed not for speed, but to mold her insides to my shape.
Wet, obscene noises filled the room:
pan…
pan…
pan…
zuchu…
guchu…
zubuuuun…
Each thrust made her breasts swing forward, her nipples brushing the sheets with every slap of my hips.
After a while, her arms gave out entirely.
She collapsed with her cheek pressed to the bed, hips still elevated by my grip. Her fingers clawed the sheets helplessly.
Her pussy spasmed around me so tightly it was like being milked intentionally.
"Lord… Riser… ah—ahh—ah—ahhh—!"
"You're shaking," I teased.
"I-I can't… it's too much… you're too much…!"
"You can still take more."
"N-No— I… I c-can—aaAH—!"
I tightened my grip on her waist and pistoned into her harder—enough to make the bedframe creak sharply.
Her scream broke into a high, almost melodious cry.
"A-AAAHHH—!!!"
Her entire body convulsed violently as another climax ripped through her.
The orgasm forced her pussy to clench around me so fiercely my cock throbbed uncontrollably inside her.
The sensation triggered a matching pulse deep in my hips.
I growled.
"Good timing."
Grayfia's head snapped back as she felt it coming.
"L-Lord—Riser—! Wait—if you do it again—my womb—! It's—!"
I slammed deep, burying every last inch.
Her voice melted into a half-sob, half-laughing moan as I emptied myself again—
dopun—byuruu—dok—dok—dok—dokuuu—
My semen blasted straight through the small barrier of her cervix, forcing the opening wider to accept the load.
Grayfia's vision blurred entirely.
She couldn't even scream properly anymore—just breathless sounds, trembling lips, eyes rolled back.
Her belly bulged slightly again.
It was too much for her small, demon-womb.
"Ah… ahh… ahhhh…"
She collapsed fully this time, hips sinking down, my cock slipping out and releasing a flood of thick, white cum onto the sheets.
I watched the excess spill and smirked.
Every drop that failed to reach her eggs was a waste—but she had already absorbed a massive amount.
Her womb would keep what mattered.
"…Lord Riser…" she whispered weakly, voice trembling with bliss and exhaustion. "May I… have a moment to recover…?"
"No."
She shivered.
"Y-Yes… my lord…"
I pulled her by the chain attached to her collar, lifting her upper body from the bed. Her arms hung limp at her sides. She looked half-conscious, but her silver eyes were shining with pure adoration.
"Move to the mirror," I said.
She obeyed without hesitation, crawling shakily toward the tall standing mirror positioned beside the room's window.
Each movement made cum drip heavily from her stuffed pussy.
When she reached the mirror, she straightened her posture, chest heaving, sweat and arousal coating her skin.
"Look at yourself," I ordered.
Grayfia lifted her gaze to her reflection.
Her mouth fell open.
Her appearance was devastatingly erotic—
flushed skin, tear-streaked cheeks, nipples erect and adorned with golden piercings;
collar tight around her neck;
tattoos and the lust-mark glowing softly on her abdomen;
cum smeared across her inner thighs;
her hole stretched and still twitching.
She whispered faintly, "I… I look like…"
"A masterpiece," I said.
She gasped.
My reflection appeared behind hers as I stepped closer, placing my hands on her hips, guiding her legs apart.
Her face reddened.
"Lord Riser… in front of the mirror…?"
"Yes."
She swallowed hard.
"…Then please… use me however you wish…"
I aligned my cock once more.
Grayfia watched in the mirror as the head pressed against her swollen entrance.
She whimpered.
Her hands reached out and touched the mirror as if trying to steady herself.
I thrust in one smooth motion—
ZUPUN—
Her reflection's mouth opened in a silent scream, eyes squeezed shut from the shock of penetration into an already overstimulated hole.
I forced her head up gently so she had to watch herself.
"No looking away."
"Y-Yes… yes… my lord…"
I began thrusting again.
Mirror sex made everything more intense.
She could see the exact moment her pussy opened around me, see the shape of my cock pushing her belly outward slightly, see her own expression as pleasure ravaged her composure.
Her voice grew fragmented.
"Aah—ah—ahhhh—! N-No, this—seeing myself—while you—ahh—!"
"Does it make you feel like a dirty woman?" I asked softly.
She bit her trembling lip.
"Y-Yes…! It makes me feel like… like I'm only good for being fucked…!"
"Good. Because that's what you are."
"A-Ahh—! Yes—! Yes—! Only—only for you—! For Lord Riser—!!"
Her reflection looked utterly broken and completely in love.
The chain dangling from her collar bounced with every thrust.
Her breasts slapped against her chest.
Her legs grew unsteady.
I felt her pussy contracting again.
"Don't you cum yet," I warned.
She trembled violently.
"I—I can't—I'm sorry—! I'm sorry—! I'm c-cumming—again—ahh—!"
Her whole body collapsed into the mirror, palms pressed against the glass, forehead resting against it, tongue hanging out.
Her orgasm ripped through her like lightning.
Her pussy milked me with frantic spasms.
I held her hips and thrust deeper, triggering a second wave.
"Ah—AHH—AAAHHH!"
She sagged completely, her knees buckling, but I held her up and kept going.
Her voice was now nothing more than helpless moans and sobbed breaths.
I was close.
"Prepare your womb."
She cried out in panic.
"W-Wait—! If you fill me again—I'll—I'll—my body—can't—ahhh—!"
"If your body breaks," I murmured against her ear, "I'll heal it."
"Ah—ahhhh—!!"
Then I pushed in as deep as physically possible—
my cock pressed against the very mouth of her womb.
And released.
dokun—dokun—dokun—DOKUUUU—BYURUUU—!!
Her scream echoed off the walls—
"AAAAAHHHHHHH—!!"
She came violently, collapsing entirely against the mirror as I filled her womb for the third time.
Her belly swelled again from the sheer amount.
Her eyes rolled up.
Her tongue fell out.
Her legs twitched uncontrollably.
Her reflection showed a woman destroyed blissfully by her own pleasure.
When I finally withdrew, semen spilled down her thighs in thick streams.
Grayfia collapsed onto her knees, shaking.
"Lord… Riser…" she whispered, barely conscious.
"I… I cannot… move…"
"Good," I said.
I lifted her easily into my arms.
She clung to me weakly, body soft and pliant.
"…Please…" she murmured against my chest,
"…don't… leave… me…"
"I won't."
Her eyes softened with relief as she drifted into a pleasure-drunk haze.
I carried her back to the bed, laying her gently on the sheets.
Her womb was still contracting, trying to accept the massive amount of seed inside.
She reached for my hand weakly.
"…Stay… please…"
I kissed her forehead.
"I'm not going anywhere."
Grayfia lay on the sheets like a goddess who had been utterly conquered—
her silver hair spread everywhere, her lips slightly parted, her breasts rising with shallow breaths.
But even in that state, she looked up at me with pure devotion.
"…Lord Riser…"
Her voice was fragile, trembling from the aftershocks still rippling through her body.
"…if you… wish for more… I will… do my best… no matter what…"
"You can't even lift your hips," I teased.
She blushed faintly.
"I… I apologize… my lord… you broke me too thoroughly…"
"That's a compliment," I said.
Grayfia shivered at the praise.
Then she slowly pulled herself up—using her arms, chest heaving—until she was kneeling in front of me.
Her thighs trembled violently.
Semen leaked out of her with every tiny movement.
She looked at the mess running down her legs…and smiled with deep satisfaction.
"…Your seed… dripping from me… it makes me truly feel like your wife…"
"You are my wife," I said.
Her breath caught.
Her eyes grew wet—not from pain, but from overwhelmed joy.
And then she crawled closer.
"My lord… may I…"
Her cheeks reddened.
"…taste what's leaking out… so none of your seed is wasted…?"
"Show me," I said.
Grayfia dipped two fingers between her legs and scooped up a string of thick, white semen.
Her hand trembled from overstimulation, but she brought the dripping fingers to her lips.
Her tongue extended—
chuuuu…
She sucked her own fingers clean, swallowing loudly.
"Delicious…" she whispered, pupils dilated.
"Your essence is… everything…"
She reached again, gathering more, licking it directly from the inside of her thighs.
"Grayfia."
She froze, panting, looking up at me.
"Yes… my lord…?"
"That's enough."
Her breath shook—not from fear, but from anticipation.
I placed my hand under her chin and lifted her face gently, forcing her eyes to meet mine.
"You're not a toy."
Her eyes widened.
"You're my woman."
Her breath hitched. A tear slid down her cheek.
"…Lord Riser…"
"…thank you…"
She leaned forward and rested her forehead against my abdomen, nuzzling softly like an affectionate beast.
I stroked her hair.
"But," I added,
"you are mine to use whenever I want."
Her body jolted with arousal.
"Yes… yes… that is my happiness…"
She pressed soft kisses along my stomach, slowly moving downward.
Her voice was a whisper, trembling with need:
"…May I service you again…? Even if my body breaks… even if I faint… I want to please you…"
"You really want more?"
She nodded desperately.
"I want to feel you… everywhere… Lord Riser… please…"
"Fine," I said. "On the bed."
She exhaled sharply—half relief, half hunger—and climbed onto the bed, turning around and lying on her back, spreading her legs wide open for me despite the way they shook.
Her pussy was red, swollen, still twitching from being filled three times.
Semen dripped out slowly, thick and heavy.
She held her legs apart with her hands.
"Please… do as you wish… use me… take me…"
I positioned myself between her thighs.
She gasped as the head of my cock pressed against her entrance.
Her hands clutched the sheets.
"My lord… slowly… slowly… I'm still—"
I thrust in one heavy stroke.
ZUPAAAN—
Her scream tore out of her throat—
"AAAHHHHH—!!!"
Her back arched so violently the sheets wrinkled beneath her.
She trembled, her legs shaking uncontrollably.
"Your pussy is still spasming," I said.
"I-It's… too… sensitive—ahh—ahhh—!"
"Get used to it."
I pulled back and slammed in again.
pan—pan—pan—pan—PAN—!
Grayfia convulsed, barely able to breathe between ragged moans.
Her hands clawed at my shoulders, her nails raking lightly over my skin as she struggled to withstand the overwhelming pleasure.
But her face—
her face was pure bliss.
Eyes half-lidded.
Lips open and trembling.
Tears on her cheeks.
Silver hair disheveled.
Breasts bouncing with every thrust.
"Lord… Riser… I-I love… you… I love… your cock… I love… being used… I love…"
She couldn't even form complete sentences anymore.
Her mind was melting.
Her hips moved involuntarily, trying to meet my thrusts despite her soreness.
I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Her breath caught.
"A-Ah—!"
"You're too eager. Keep your hands there."
"Yes… yes—!"
I deepened my thrusts, pushing into the softest, hottest part of her.
She cried out again, shaking her head, tears falling freely.
"I'm—cumming—again—! Aahh—ahh—hh—!!"
"Already?"
"I can't—help it—! Your cock is—too much—!"
Her pussy squeezed violently, milking me with rhythmic contractions.
Her back arched again as she came hard, her voice dissolving into a long, broken moan—
"aaaaaAAAAHHHH—!!"
Her climax triggered a chain reaction inside her—
her legs kicked slightly,
her toes curled,
her nipples hardened,
her body locked in place.
I thrust through her orgasm, overstimulating her further.
She convulsed.
"S-Stop—! No—don't stop—! I don't know—ahhhh—!!"
Her eyes rolled up.
Her pussy clamped down around me like a vice.
I felt the pressure building in my hips.
"Grayfia."
She looked up at me, dazed, vision unfocused.
"I'm going to fill you again."
Her mouth trembled.
"Yes… yes… please… fill your wife…"
I slammed in deep—
—and released.
dokun—dokun—dokun—BYURUUUU—!
Her entire body froze.
Her scream was silent.
Her eyes widened.
Her nails dug into the sheets.
Her womb bloated subtly again from the sheer volume.
"Ahh—ah—ahhhhh—!!"
"It's so—hot—inside me—! I can't—! I can't—!"
I kept thrusting lightly, grinding the head against her cervix as I finished pumping every drop in.
Her legs shook violently.
When I finally pulled out, an enormous amount of cum spilled out in a thick wave.
Grayfia collapsed flat against the bed, completely limp.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
Her eyes fluttered weakly.
She whispered, barely audible:
"…I… I can't move…"
"Don't," I said, brushing her cheek.
She let out a tiny, blissful sigh.
"…Lord Riser… thank you…"
Grayfia lay sprawled on the bed, breathing like she'd run a marathon, her abdomen subtly rounded from the sheer amount of semen packed inside her.
Even in that ruined, overstimulated state, she slowly turned her head toward me.
"…Lord… Riser…"
Her voice was thin, trembling, drenched in bliss and exhaustion.
I brushed her cheek with my thumb.
She leaned into the touch immediately—like a domesticated creature seeking praise.
"You did well," I said.
Her eyes filled with warmth.
"…Th… thank you… my lord…"
She swallowed, gathering what little strength she had left.
"I… I can… still serve you… if you wish… as your wife… I want to give you… everything…"
"You can barely speak."
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment—but it only deepened her beauty.
"Forgive me… I just… want to be useful…"
I leaned over her.
"You are."
Her breath hitched.
Then I felt her hand move—weakly, trembling—until her fingertips brushed my abdomen.
She slowly dragged her fingers downward.
"…Let me… pleasure you with my mouth… my lord…"
"No."
She froze, startled.
I pulled her upright gently, supporting her body.
She leaned against me; without my grip, she would've collapsed again.
"You're done for now," I said.
Grayfia's eyes widened in shock—then softened in overwhelming relief and gratitude.
"…Lord Riser… you're… too kind…"
I smirked.
"It's not kindness. I want you conscious tonight too."
Her entire body shivered.
"…Tonight… again…?"
"Of course."
She bit her lip, face reddening fully.
"I… I'll be ready… I promise…"
"You'd better be."
I kissed her forehead.
She inhaled sharply—like the simple gesture hit deeper than any thrust.
Then she whispered:
"…Is this… truly real…? That I… belong to you… in this world…? That you want me… as your wife…?"
"Yes."
A tear slipped from the corner of her eye.
She quickly wiped it, embarrassed.
"I'm sorry—I shouldn't cry—but I'm just… so happy…"
"Grayfia," I said, lifting her chin.
"You're mine. Now and forever."
Her lips parted.
Her breath trembled.
She looked at me with an expression that could've worshipped a god.
"I am yours. Completely."
She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine.
This kiss was different—
not hungry or lust-driven,
but tender, slow, reverent.
Her hands cupped my face—gentle despite her shaking.
When she pulled away, her eyes glowed with devotion.
"…I will build your ideal world with you… even if it means staining my hands, my soul, my everything… I will do it gladly…"
"You already have."
Grayfia smiled faintly—soft, joyful, utterly smitten.
Then she lowered herself onto her elbows, repositioning her legs.
"…Lord Riser…"
"…may I… offer myself again…? Even just a little…?"
"No."
She blinked in confusion.
I pulled her back into my arms instead.
"Rest."
Her breath caught.
"…You… want to hold me…?"
"Do you think I only want your body?"
Her eyes widened.
"…I… I didn't know if I was allowed to hope…"
I tightened my hold on her waist.
"You're my woman," I said. "Of course I'll hold you."
Her body melted against me instantly.
She curled close, resting her head on my chest, listening to my heartbeat like it was the holiest sound in the world.
"…Lord Riser…"
"…thank you…"
We stayed like that for a while, her breathing gradually calming.
Eventually, she whispered:
"…I love you."
I stroked her hair.
"I know."
She smiled sleepily against my skin.
But she wasn't done.
Even in her half-conscious, bliss-drunk state, she lifted her hand and placed it gently over her stomach—swollen from how much I had filled her.
"…I hope… one of your seeds… takes root…"
"It will," I said.
She nodded weakly.
"…I want to carry your child… I want to give you… many… many children…"
"You will."
She exhaled with relieved happiness.
Then—surprisingly—she sat up slowly, gathering what strength she could.
"…I need to clean you," she murmured. "At least… a little…"
She lowered her head, kissing my abdomen, then my pelvis, then trailing downward.
But before she could reach my cock again—
I grabbed her chin.
"That's enough."
Her eyes widened in surprise, then dimmed with shy confusion.
"…Am I… being too clingy…?"
"No," I said.
"But I want you rested for tonight. And for tomorrow."
She flushed.
"…Tomorrow… you will claim Lady Rias… correct…?"
"Yes."
Grayfia nodded, expression turning a mix of dark satisfaction and fierce loyalty.
"Then… I must ensure… you have all the strength and vigor you require."
"You worry too much."
"I worry because I love you," she whispered softly.
I kissed her again—briefly, but firmly enough to silence her insecurities.
"Good," I said. "Stay with me."
She sank back into the bed, eyes heavy, body trembling in the aftermath of everything.
I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her against my chest.
She whispered, right before drifting into sleep:
"…I… belong… to you…"
And I held her until she finally collapsed into deep, peaceful slumber.
When Grayfia finally drifted off, her breathing quiet and steady, I lay beside her for a moment longer, watching the rise and fall of her chest.
Even in sleep, she clung faintly to me—her fingers curled around my forearm as if afraid I might disappear.
Cute.
But rest wouldn't last long.
She'd wake the moment she sensed I was gone.
So I eased myself out of the bed, careful not to disturb her too much, and stood.
My cock was still half-hard, glistening from her mouth and our last round, but I let it settle.
For now.
Let her recover.
Tonight, I'd take her again—and tomorrow, Rias.
I stretched my shoulders, rolling the tension out after hours of nonstop sex.
My body regenerated quickly, but Grayfia's scent clinging to my skin stirred my hunger again.
On the sheets, she shifted unconsciously, breasts rising as she inhaled.
She tasted my smell even in sleep.
Her lips parted.
"…Lord… Riser…"
Even unconscious, she whispered my name like a prayer.
I smirked.
Then footsteps approached outside the room.
A servant—one of the lesser maids.
She gently knocked.
"L-Lord Riser…? May I report…?"
Grayfia twitched.
Even asleep, the sound of another woman's voice near me made her body stiffen.
I crossed the room, opened the door just enough to step outside, and closed it behind me so Grayfia wouldn't wake fully.
"What?"
The maid trembled slightly at being addressed directly.
"Th-the preparations you ordered… regarding Lady Rias… are complete."
"Good."
"She will be left unaware—just as you instructed. The recognition seals have been tuned."
"Then continue as planned."
"Yes, Lord Riser."
As she hurried away, I returned to the room.
Grayfia had rolled onto her stomach, ass faintly lifted, as though her body remembered what it wanted even in sleep.
The sheets were stained with cum, sweat, and her scent.
She looked… perfect.
I sat on the edge of the bed and ran my hand down her back.
Her body shivered.
Her eyes fluttered open slowly—unfocused at first, then brightening when she saw me.
"…My lord…?" Her voice was hoarse, drenched in afterglow.
"Go back to sleep."
She blinked, fighting her exhaustion.
"…Were you… leaving me…?"
"No."
Relief washed over her entire face.
"…Good… I… I don't want to wake up… and find this was just a dream…"
She lifted her arms weakly—wordless request.
I leaned down.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close.
Her lips brushed my ear.
"…I will serve you again when I wake… use me however you wish… my lord…"
"I will."
She smiled softly—and slept again.
I lay beside her, one arm beneath her shoulders, holding her against me.
Outside the window, the purple-red glow of early morning filtered into the room.
A new day.
A new life.
A new world that would soon be under my control.
Grayfia breathed quietly into my chest.
This was how it should be.
A woman completely mine.
A future filled with power.
Children who would inherit my strength.
A world shaped beneath my heel.
And tomorrow—
Rias would join her.
Grayfia murmured something in her sleep.
"…my lord… my husband…"
I smirked.
Yes.
This was only the beginning.
As time passed, I eventually drifted off too, Grayfia curled tightly against me, our bodies still connected by scent, heat, and the lingering burn of desire.
Hours later, we would wake.
And I would take her again.
And she would offer herself again.
But for now—
The world was quiet.
The air was warm.
And the woman in my arms belonged wholly to me.
Forever.