Oh fuck, right there!"
Considering I could no longer feel my pelvis, it's a wonder as to how long she kept going. While the tightness of her snatch gripped me like a vice, I was pretty sure that she shattered my bones with how hard she was riding me.
She didn't let me get up, and as I grabbed fistfuls of her ass and drove her deeper into my dick, she yelped and moaned with a look of surprise before going mad.
Raising her hips higher, she began to ruthlessly skewer herself on me. Her long nails clawed so deeply into my chest that for a moment, I was scared she would draw blood.
Considering the fact that she had blue hair, and fresh makeup on when I arrived, there was an eerie sort of satisfaction as I watched her tongue sway and her mascara run down to her cheeks.
She wanted a meek mute, so although tempting, I didn't smack her ass and just continued to play the part and let her ride me to the ground.
I was getting out of breath when I heard her rapidly panting like a dog. "Oh shit I'm gonna cum. You're gonna make me cum!"
I drew an eyebrow. I was close myself, but I didn't really need the play by play from her. Just makes things a bit cringe. This is DxD not some Doujin.
Although I'll admit, the look on her face did get me off ages ago.
Suddenly her pussy gripped me hard, and I could feel it trembling between her moans and spasms of ecstasy. She gripped me hard enough to send me over the edge and unload into her.
Thankfully I didn't need to say much to her, after having what looked like the biggest orgasm of her life, she collapsed right beside me on the bed. I looked at her. She was dazed and possibly moments away from passing out, but she still had the strength to raise her hand and point at the small stack of bills on her counter.
"Your…pay." She breathed. "God…you were amazing."
When she closed her eyes, I lept of the bed and started putting my clothes on. Afterwards, I took the stack of money in my hand and counted it.
84,000 Yen. It seems like it was a mid day today. Enough to restock the shelves with milk, coffee and even some essentials for home and something extra.
I looked back at the woman then dug into my pocket and left a white printed card before leaving through the door.
As anyone would've been able to tell. Yes, I became a prostitute. A gigolo.
Considering that I haven't left highschool and I was practically an orphan, you wouldn't really expect me to be able to land a proper job. I definitely couldn't.
I made an effort not to reveal my age. And an equal amount of effort into dying my hair white and going by an alias. 'Silver.'
There's one mistake you can make while in this gigolo business and that is not keeping your personal life and your 'work life' separate. Kusora ran the coffee shop and payed the school fees using the money that 'Silver' was making from doing this.
Fun fact, there's a lot of lonely women in Kuoh. And since DxD hasn't invented the concept of STDs, I'm gambling on the fact that some anime logic is still at work here. Self-inserts don't exactly scream 'realism' in any case.
But I digress. Prostitution is booming, and because of this aura and addictive touch, my services have been thriving to the point where I had to set up a booking system. Those were the cards. With my number on them. A different number. On a different phone.
With a VPN and encryption. Don't look at me, most NTR doujins start with blackmail. No one is catching me lacking.
~• Raynare •~
Fingers weren't doing it anymore. It only made her snatch ache more.
She's been feeling a stirring down there for days now. It didn't seem healthy for a fallen Angel like her. Raynare could admit that it's been a while, and sadly for good reason.
One would only have to take a look around the church to see what options she had. And maybe then someone would recognize how starved for sex she truly was.
She couldn't fuck the human priests and exorists that gathered. Probably because they were old. Raynare would compare the neediness of her loins to hunger rather than starvation, and even while hungry you could recognize what was rotten.
"What's wrong Rae?"
Raynare looked towards the entrance to see Kalawarner making her way to her. She had a slight limp in her step and a slight stench of foul fish that couldn't be masked by her perfume.
Despite her stench, Kalawarner was glowing. She gave a knowing smile, looking refreshed. Raynare envied her. "Feeling itchy?" She teased.
Kalawarner chuckled. "No, but aren't you looking a little worse for wear?"
"Someone has to make sure those devils don't break us in." Raynare bit back.
Kalawarner walked past Raynare and sat on the stone altar near the trapdoor. "If you're feeling stressed, why not take out a few Strays?" She suggested. "It always helps making sure you're not rusty."
She slowly took hold of a faded golden candlestick and started to fiddle with it before lighting it up.
"Not…that kind of stress." Raynare admitted.
Kalawarner hummed. "Has it really been that long for you, Rae?"
Raynare guffawed and motioned towards the old priests and crazy exorcists roaming the church. "You see what I'm working with here, right Kala?"
Kalawarner took a look around and was hard pressed to admit that Raynare had a point. They were useful grunts, they did as they were told and made their jobs easier by moving around the Kuoh undetected.
That's all there was. There was nothing inherently about those grunts that got her gears running. At least in the direction which made sense.
Kalawarner sighed before digging into her breast pocket. She held out a hand, presenting a white card with a black mask and a barcode on it. "Here, you need this more than I do. You're lucky that I like you."
Raynare took the card and examined it. "What's this for?" She questioned.
"For you to get that itch scratched." Kalawarner answered. "For the right price."
Raynare gave her an eyebrow which almost looked like a sneer. "Prostitution? And with a human? What do I look like to you Kala?"
Kalawarner gave her a wry smile. "A Fallen angel who doesn't have many options to work with as far as I can see." Her smile quickly turned amorous as Raynare spotted the half-lidded gaze of her eyes, almost as if remembering something pleasant.