Chapter 3: Crimson Throne
The Gremory estate thrummed with tension, wards pulsing like a heartbeat under the crimson underworld sky. Rias slept beside me, her naked body curled against mine, red hair fanned across the pillow. My hand rested on her hip, fingers tracing the curve where thigh met ass, still slick from our last round. I'd fucked her slow that morning, entering her from the side, cock sliding deep into her warmth as she whispered my name in half-sleep. Her pussy had clenched around me, pulling every drop as I filled her, our breaths syncing in the afterglow.
But peace was fleeting. Great Sage, incoming summons. Sirzechs Lucifer's call echoed in my mind—a formal demand through magical channels. The Satan himself, Rias's brother, sensing the ripples of my conquests. Time to face the pinnacle of devil hierarchy.
I slipped from bed, dressing in black slacks and a fitted shirt that hugged my slender build. No more frills; this wardrobe suited the conqueror I'd become. Rias stirred, eyes fluttering open. "Gasper? What's wrong?"
"Your brother calls. Stay here—"
She sat up, sheets pooling at her waist, exposing her full breasts. "No. I'm coming with you." Her voice held steel, the heiress emerging from the lover.
I nodded, pulling her into a quick kiss, tongue flicking her lips. "Together, then." We dressed—her in a sleek black dress that clung to her curves, me adjusting my collar. Grayfia waited outside, uniform mended but her posture submissive, eyes downcast. "The portal is ready, Master."
We stepped through, emerging in the grand hall of Lucifer's palace—a cavernous space of obsidian pillars and glowing runes. Sirzechs stood at the throne's base, his red hair mirroring Rias's, power radiating like a sun. Flanking him: Serafall Leviathan, bubbly yet deadly in her magical regalia; and Falbium Asmodeus, the lazy giant slouched in shadows. The Four Great Satans, minus me.
"Rias," Sirzechs said, voice warm but edged. His gaze shifted to me. "Gasper Vladi. You've... changed. Explain the disturbances. Vali subdued? Azazel bound? This reeks of upheaval."
Rias stepped forward, hand in mine. "Brother, Gasper has protected me. The old ways endangered us. He's forging something stronger."
Serafall giggled, twirling her staff. "Oh? The little vampire bishop playing king? Cute! But naughty."
Falbium yawned. "Waste of energy. Just crush him."
I smirked, crimson eyes flaring. Great Sage, threat assessment. Sirzechs: Maou-class. Power: Immense, destruction affinity. Serafall: Water and ice mastery. Falbium: Gravity manipulation. Recommend phased domination. No backing down. "The old guard crumbles. I claim this world—for Rias, for us."
Sirzechs's aura flared, heat waves distorting air. "Bold words. Prove your worth, or perish."
Initiate protocol: Shadow bind. Tendrils erupted from the floor, wrapping Serafall's legs first. She squealed as they yanked her down, staff clattering. "Hey! Not fair!" I advanced, fist slamming her jaw—crack—teeth loosening. She spat blood, summoning ice shards, but nullify turned them to mist.
Falbium stirred, gravity well pulling me downward. Counter: Levitation surge. I rocketed up, boot connecting with his chest—ribs fracturing in a chorus of snaps. He grunted, increasing pressure, but I shattered the field with a power pulse, landing to stomp his knee—patella grinding to dust.
Sirzechs unleashed destruction orbs, crimson spheres hurtling. Absorb and redirect. They vanished into my palm, exploding back threefold, scorching his arm. He roared, teleporting behind me for a point-blank blast. Time fracture. Seconds stretched; I spun, elbow to his throat—windpipe bruising—then knee to his spine, vertebrae shifting with a pop.
Rias watched, fists clenched, but trust held her back. Grayfia flanked, ice lances supporting—spearing Falbium's shoulder, pinning him.
Serafall rose, water whips lashing. I caught one, yanking her close, fingers crushing her wrist—bones splintering. She cried out, "It hurts! Stop playing rough!" Healed with a glow, only to dislocate her elbow next—joint wrenching free. Her screams echoed, body trembling as I tore her dress open, exposing pale skin and small, perky tits. Nipples pebbled in fear, but I ignored, focusing pain: ribs cracked one by one—snap snap snap—lungs straining before mending.
Falbium lumbered up, gravity slamming me against a pillar. Bones jarred, but regenerate fixed it. I broke free, charging—punch to his jaw dislocating it, then fingers into his eyes, thumbs pressing until sockets cracked. He howled, blinded temporarily, as I shattered his arms—humeri pulverizing under telekinetic force. "Yield... please..." he gurgled, healed to suffer again: legs next, femurs snapping like dry branches.
Sirzechs pressed, destruction waves eroding the hall. Barrier weave. It held; I closed in, grabbing his hair, slamming his face into the throne—nose breaking, blood spraying. He countered with a punch that cracked my ribs—pain flaring—but I amplified it back, his own fist rebounding to fracture his hand. "Impossible," he gasped.
I forced him to knees, boot on his neck. Pain loop initiate. Agony from his wounds cycled, intensifying: shoulder dislocated, popped back; pelvis crushed, shards grinding organs; throat slit shallowly, blood bubbling before sealing. He begged, "Rias... help..."
She approached, tears in eyes but resolve firm. "He's building our future, brother. Join us."
Loyalty seal. It wormed into Sirzechs's mind, breaking resistance. He slumped, healed fully, standing with bowed head. "As you command... Master."
Serafall and Falbium followed, imprints binding them. Serafall whimpered, dress in rags, pussy exposed and glistening unwillingly. "This is so embarrassing..." Falbium nodded mutely, body aching.
The hall fell silent. Rias embraced me, lips crashing against mine in relief and heat. Her tongue invaded, hands roaming my chest. I lifted her skirt, fingers plunging into her soaked folds—two digits curling to hit her spot. She moaned into the kiss, grinding against my palm as I finger-fucked her roughly, thumb on her clit. "Gasper... here?" But her hips bucked, chasing release.
I spun her, bending her over the throne arm, hiking dress and tearing panties. My cock sprang free, hard and veined, thrusting into her pussy in one go—wet heat sucking me in. She gasped, pushing back as I pounded, balls slapping her ass. The Satans watched, bound to obedience; Sirzechs's eyes averted, but Serafall licked lips subtly.
I gripped Rias's hair, pulling her head back, thrusts deep and claiming. "Mine," I growled, free hand slapping her ass—red mark blooming. She came hard, walls spasming, juices coating my shaft. I followed, pumping cum deep, marking her womb.
Pulling out, seed dripping down her thighs, I turned to Serafall. "Kneel." She obeyed, eyes wide. I grabbed her ponytail, forcing her mouth onto my cock—still slick with Rias's essence. She gagged as I face-fucked her, tip hitting throat, saliva drooling. Enhance sensitivity. Her tongue worked eagerly, masochistic spark igniting. I broke her jaw mid-thrust—crunch—pain making her choke, then healed to continue.
Falbium waited, but I ignored him for now. Serafall sucked harder, hands on my thighs, until I erupted down her throat—hot spurts she swallowed greedily. She coughed, cum on lips, but whispered, "More, Master?"
Rias pulled me away, kissing possessively. "Enough for now. We have plans."
The palace became our base. I wove Imperial nexus, linking loyalties across the underworld. Exorcist forces massed at borders—humans with holy blades, backed by church militants. Angels descended, Michael's choir in gleaming armor, light wings beating.
Great Sage, deploy legions. Apocalypse gates ripped open, demonic hordes pouring: hellhounds snapping jaws, succubi with whipping tails, behemoths crushing stone. I led the charge, Rias at my side, her power blasts incinerating foes.
An archangel—blonde, armored—swooped, sword of light slashing. Parry and shatter. Blade snapped; I grabbed her wing, yanking feathers—rips echoing—then snapped the bone at base. She screamed, plummeting. Landing, I pinned her, ripping armor to expose lithe body, small breasts heaving. Fingers dug into her thigh—muscle tearing—then healed to break her arm—ulna fracturing.
"Fallen one," she spat, but I thrust fingers into her virgin pussy—tight and dry at first, then wetting under force. She writhed, pain mixing shame. I fucked her with digits, twisting to hit walls, while snapping her other wing—crunch. Begging came: "Mercy... God forgive..."
Imprint. She knelt, converted. More angels fell: one impaled on a hellhound's cock, forced to ride as it tore her insides; another bound, exorcists watching in horror before I shattered their blades and spines.
Exorcist leader—a grizzled priest—charged with relic. Disrupt. It failed; I crushed his hand—fingers pulping—then forced him to watch as I took his aide, a young nun. Bent over altar remnants, I slammed into her ass—tight ring yielding to my cock, blood lubing as I reamed deep. She sobbed, but body betrayed, clenching. Broke her legs mid-thrust—knees buckling—pain amplifying her cries to orgasms.
Rias joined, destroying ranks with crimson beams, then claiming a captured angel orally—tongue delving pussy while I fucked the nun. Our eyes met, passion fueling slaughter.
By dusk, fields ran red. Prisoners funneled to dimensions: angels to eternal light-burn loops, skin blistering and healing; exorcists to shadow voids, bones grinding endlessly.
Back at palace, victory feast. Rias and I retired to chambers—Sirzechs's former suite, now ours. I stripped her slowly, kissing every inch: neck, breasts—sucking nipples until hard—down to her core. Tongue parted folds, lapping clit, fingers in ass stretching her. She bucked, coming on my face, thighs quaking.
She returned favor, kneeling to suck my cock—lips wrapping shaft, tongue swirling head. Deepthroated, gagging sweetly, hands cupping balls. I face-fucked gently, then harder, cum shooting across her tongue.
We coupled missionary, her on top riding—pussy devouring me, tits bouncing. I pinched nipples, slapped ass, building to mutual peak—her squirting, me flooding deep.
Whispers of rebellion: Michael plotting, church remnants. Great Sage, expand surveillance. Heaven's gates trembled.
Serafall entered later, offering service. I took her anally—ass cheeks spread, cock pushing past resistance into heat. She moaned, pain from earlier breaks lingering as I thrust, breaking her tailbone—snap—for emphasis, healing mid-pound. Rias watched, fingering herself, then joined—straddling Serafall's face, grinding pussy on tongue.
Falbium serviced Grayfia elsewhere, but I focused empire. With Rias, tortures by day, passions by night—our bond unbreakable, world bending.
One dawn, as I licked Rias awake—tongue in her folds, fingers curling—she murmured, "Conquer heaven next?"
I grinned, entering her slick heat. "All for you."
The throne awaited total dominion.
End of Chapter 3