"...I'm disappointed that you went after them without telling me, but I won't scold you," Rias hummed, crossing her arms under her massive breasts as she stared down at the tied-up Freed and Valper, "Because you still managed to capture them, and all the Excaliburs, as well as become more powerful, Ise-kun. You did well."
As Rias reached up and patted Issei's head, he blushed deeply, enjoying the feeling of being praised by her.
"But, I did have something set up tonight, so... you might get punished a bit," Rias' lips curved into a teasing smile as Issei looked at her confusedly, and then she gesutered towards Kiba, who, along with Koneko and Asia, were the other members in the Occult Research Clubroom, "Lock them in the basement, Yuuto-kun, and then you're free to go. Asia-chan, Koneko-chan, you need to stay here a bit longer."
Kiba nodded, a strange, both shameful and angry look in his eye as he grabbed the ropes surrounding both Valper and Freed, and started to drag them away.
"You'll regret this, you devil bitch! Our boss is a big shot! He'll come and free us-" Freed started to shout as Kiba dragged him away, but he was cut off as Kiba shut the door behind him, leaving just Issei, Rias, Akeno, Koneko, and Asia in the clubroom, as Irina and Xenovia had already left for the night after agreeing to leave the two men to Rias. As he heard the click of the door lock, a sudden sense of dread started to creep over him, and he saw the smug, confident look in Rias's eyes as she stared at him.
"So, Ise-kun... I'm very impressed with your power, and how much it's grown," Rias hummed, a slow, deliberate smile spreading across her face. She took a step closer, her massive breasts swaying with the movement, the fabric of her shirt straining to contain them. "But, it's still not enough. We need more. We need to push you further. To see just how much jealousy you can truly handle."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about..." Issei stammered, taking a nervous step back, but he was stopped by Akeno's arm wrapping around his waist from behind. Her body was soft and warm against his, her breasts pressing into his back, her breath a hot whisper in his ear.
"Fufufu... don't play dumb, Ise-kun," she giggled, her voice a silken, teasing caress. "You know exactly what we mean. You get stronger when you're a naughty, jealous little boy. And Buchou and I... we're going to make you so, so jealous tonight."
As Rias's smirk widened into a full-blown, predatory grin, a flash of orange light erupted in the center of the clubroom. The familiar, intricate magic circle of the Phenex clan blazed to life, the flames casting long, dancing shadows on the walls.
Issei's blood ran cold. His eyes went wide, a strangled gasp catching in his throat. "N-No... not him... not again..."
A platform of fire rose from the circle, and on top of it, a figure materialized. Tall, arrogant, with a mane of blonde hair and a smug, confident smirk that made Issei's stomach clench with a mixture of rage and a sick, dreaded anticipation.
Riser Phenex.
"B-But... why? Why is he back?" Issei stammered, his mind reeling.
"Oh, Ise-kun," Rias purred, a musical, mocking lilt in her voice. She leaned in close, her crimson hair brushing against his cheek, her lips hovering just next to his ear. Her scent, a mix of roses and something deeper, more musky, filled his senses. "Just remember, this is all for you. It's all just an act to make you stronger."
She pulled back, a slow, deliberate smile playing on her lips. She turned away from him, her back a perfect, elegant curve. Her huge, bubbly ass swayed with each step she took, a hypnotic, tantalizing rhythm that caught Issei's eye and held it captive. The tight fabric of her skirt hugged her perfect globes, outlining every curve, every dip, every magnificent swell. He felt a familiar, traitorous heat begin to build in his groin.
She stopped directly in front of Riser, a vision of crimson and cream. She rose up on her tiptoes, a graceful, fluid motion, and pressed her lips against his.
It wasn't a hesitant peck. It wasn't a brutal assault. It was a slow, deliberate, and achingly loving kiss. Her hands came up to rest on his chest, her fingers tracing the muscles beneath his shirt. When she finally pulled back, a thin, glistening strand of saliva connected their lips. Her face was flushed, her blue eyes hazy with a genuine lust.
"I've gathered my entire peerage for you this time," she said, her voice a husky, contented murmur. "Just like you asked."
A slow, arrogant grin spread across Riser's face, a look of pure, triumphant satisfaction. He looked down at her, a predator admiring his favorite prey. "You did a good job, my dear Rias."
His hands shot out, not to her waist, or her hips, but directly to her ass. He grabbed the massive, bubbly globes, his fingers digging into the soft, yielding flesh, and squeezed. Hard.
"A-ah!" A loud, unabashed moan escaped Rias's lips. She arched her back, pushing her ass deeper into his grip, her body a willing sacrifice to his rough, possessive touch.
"W-What's going on?" Asia's small, trembling voice cut through the thick, sexual haze that had enveloped the room. Her eyes, wide and confused, darted from Rias and Riser to Akeno, a silent plea for an explanation.
Akeno, a slow, sly smile on her face, glided over to the two smaller girls. She placed a hand on each of their shoulders.
"We're going to make Ise-kun stronger again," she purred, her voice a silken, intoxicating poison. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against their ears. "Just like you've done before. Just this time, with Riser."
Asia's face flushed, but next to her, Koneko remained stoic, her expression a blank, unreadable mask. Still, Akeno could feel the slightest tremor run through the smaller girl's frame as her thighs rubbed together.
Riser, a smug, triumphant look on his face, stepped forward, towering over the two girls. He looked down at them, a predator sizing up his prey, his eyes alight with a lustful fire.
"I've been waiting for the chance to get with you two," he chuckled, a low, arrogant sound. "I'll enjoy playing with you."
Issei watched, frozen in place by Akeno's firm grip, as Riser's large, confident hands moved. His right hand shot out, grabbing a generous handful of Asia's full, round breast through her uniform. He squeezed, a proprietary, possessive gesture that made the blonde girl gasp, her face flushing a deep, humiliating red. At the same time, his left hand landed on Koneko's perfect, bubbly rear, giving it a hard, stinging spank that made the small Rook let out a sharp, undignified "yelp!"
"Big..." Asia and Koneko whispered in unison, their eyes wide and hazy as they stared down at the massive bulge straining against Riser's pants, and they both subconsciously pushed themselves into his grip.
Issei's cock, which had already been half-hard from the mere sight of Riser, sprang to full, painful attention. He felt a fresh wave of that dark, intoxicating jealousy wash over him, a potent fuel for the power he could feel simmering in his sacred gear as it appeared.
"Now," Riser commanded, his voice a rough bark of absolute authority. "Strip. All of you."
His hands went to his own waist. The metal of his belt buckle clicked open, a sharp, definitive sound in the tense silence. He shoved his pants down, letting them pool around his ankles.
His cock sprang free.
It was a monument. A pale, veiny column of flesh that defied all logic and anatomy. It seemed even larger than Issei remembered, a heavy, intimidating pendulum that swung between his legs, resting on a pair of large, heavy balls that promised a virile, inexhaustible supply. It was a weapon of mass procreation, a tool designed for one purpose and one purpose only: to utterly and completely dominate any woman it was lucky enough to enter.
Asia let out a soft, shocked gasp, her hands flying up to cover her mouth. Her face, already flushed, turned a deep, humiliating crimson. She stared, her eyes wide and unblinking, a look of awe and terror warring for dominance in their depths. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, a small, unconscious gesture of reluctant need.
Koneko, ever the stoic, simply stared. Her silver eyes, usually so flat and emotionless, were wide with a mixture of shock and a dark, reluctant fascination. Her small hands, clenched into fists at her sides, trembled slightly, but she didn't look away.
Issei watched them, his stomach clenching with a sick, familiar heat. His hands were on his own pants, shoving them down. His own cock, hot and heavy, slapped against his stomach. He wrapped a trembling hand around it, the contact a bolt of pure lightning. He was rock hard, so hard it hurt. He was already a cuckold, a pathetic, voyeuristic little worm, and the agonizing pleasure of it was just beginning.
The girls began to move.
Akeno was the first, a vision of graceful, deliberate submission. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back as she reached for the buttons of her shirt. She undid them one by one, her movements slow, teasing, a deliberate striptease designed to torture him. The fabric parted, revealing the creamy skin of her chest, the lacy black bra struggling to contain her magnificent breasts. With a shrug of her shoulders, the shirt fell to the floor. She reached behind her, her back arching as she unhooked her bra. The black lace fell away, and her perfect breasts were freed.
Rias, her face still flushed from Riser's brutal kiss, followed suit. She moved with a regal, almost lazy grace, a queen performing a ritual sacrifice. She pulled her shirt over her head, her crimson hair tumoring back down around her shoulders, a fiery cascade that framed her magnificent breasts. They were large and perfect, standing proud and firm, the large red nipples already hard with arousal.
Asia and Koneko, their movements hesitant and shy, were a stark contrast to the confident older girls. They fumbled with the buttons of their blouses, their small hands trembling. They stripped with a clumsy awkwardness. Asia's full, round breasts spilled from her simple white bra, the pale flesh seeming impossibly creamy in the dim light of the clubroom. Koneko, smaller and more delicate, revealed a body that was deceptively curvy, her small breasts perfectly formed, her waist narrow, her hips flaring out to her massive, bubbly rear.
Soon, they were all naked, a collection of pale, perfect forms bathed in the soft light of the clubroom. Four of the most beautiful women Issei had ever seen, all naked, all trembling, and all submitting to the arrogant smirk of a single man. And he was watching, a pathetic, voyeuristic little worm, his own cock already in his hand.
Riser didn't wait. He strode forward with a confident, arrogant swagger, his massive cock swinging with each step. He walked to Rias's desk, a throne he had claimed before, and swept a stack of papers onto the floor with a careless flick of his wrist. The clutter clattered on the wood, a harsh, discordant sound. Then, he sat. He leaned back on his elbows, his legs spread wide, the monstrous pillar of his flesh on full, arrogant display. He looked like a king on a throne, surveying his harem.
"Rias. Akeno," he commanded, his voice a low, lazy drawl that was somehow more commanding than a shout. "Come here. Sit on my lap."
Without a word of protest, they moved. Their hips swayed in a hypnotic rhythm, their massive, bubbly asses jiggling with each step. They approached him, two goddesses walking towards their conqueror. Rias went to his left, Akeno to his right. They lowered themselves onto his lap, their movements a slow, deliberate descent into submission.
Their huge, soft asses came down on his large, muscular thighs with a soft, heavy thump. The contact sent a jolt through all three of them. They snuggled against him, pressing their large, soft breasts into his sides, their bodies melting against his warm, solid frame. They were two perfect, pale decorations for the king on his throne.
"Now," Riser commanded, his voice a low, arrogant purr. "Make me feel good."
Their hands moved in unison, a silent, perfectly synchronized dance of submission. They reached down, their delicate fingers closing around the immense girth of his cock. Their hands couldn't even meet, their fingers leaving a gap of several inches on the massive shaft. They began to stroke, their movements a slow, reverent rhythm, a worshipful massage of the monstrous organ.
Issei watched, his eyes wide and unblinking. His hand, which had been stroking his own comparatively pathetic cock with a slow, steady rhythm, suddenly moved of its own accord. His grip tightened, and he began to jerk off with a frantic, desperate energy. The sight of his Buchou, and her Queen, sharing their former enemy's lap, their hands working together to pleasure his massive cock... it was a fresh, agonizing wave of humiliation. And it was the most potent fuel he had ever felt. The power surged through the gauntlet, a dark, intoxicating heat that made the gem pulse with a crimson light.
Riser, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face, turned his attention to the two smaller girls, who were still standing there, their naked forms trembling with a mixture of arousal and anticipation. He shifted his hips slightly, a small, casual motion that made his massive cock flop around, a hypnotic, obscene pendulum that held their gaze captive.
"You two," he said, his voice a low, arrogant bark. "Come here. Service me."
Asia and Koneko began to move, their steps slow and hesitant. They walked towards the desk, their blushes deepening with every step, their eyes locked on the monstrous pillar of flesh that was being stroked by their superiors. They looked like two small, frightened animals approaching a sleeping predator. They reached the desk, their small hands reaching forward, a desperate, silent plea to touch, and to be a part of the worship.
But Riser stopped them.
"Stop," he commanded, his voice sharp, cutting through the haze. They froze, their hands hovering in mid-air, a look of confused disappointment in their eyes. "On your knees."
They obeyed without question, their movements clumsy and awkward. They sank to the floor, their small knees pressing against the hardwood. They looked up at him, their eyes wide and adoring, their faces a mask of shame and a dark, reluctant need. They began to crawl forward, their small hands and knees making soft, shuffling sounds on the floor, a pathetic, desperate pilgrimage to the altar of his cock.
"Stop," Riser commanded again. They froze, their bodies trembling, their faces now just inches from the massive, glistening shaft.
"Did you really think you could just touch me?" he sneered, a cruel, mocking tone in his voice. "Did you think you were their equals? You're just servants. A lowly Bishop. A mere Rook. You don't get to touch my cock freely. You have to earn it."
He leaned forward, his smug, triumphant face looming over them.
"Bow down," he commanded, his voice a low, menacing growl. "Bow down and beg for the privilege of sucking my cock."
"Riser," Rias stammered, her strokes faltering for a moment, a flicker of anger sparking in her blue eyes. "That's enough. I told you beforehand not to go too far with them. This is just for-"
But her protest was cut short, choked off by a sharp, gasping moan. Riser's hand had shot down between her legs. His fingers, long and confident, found her wet, willing pussy, and with a single, brutal motion, he plunged two of them deep inside her.
"Ah! R-Riser!" she cried out, her back arching, her body betraying her. Her protests died on her lips, replaced by a series of helpless, shuddering moans.
"Shut up," he grunted, not even looking at her. His fingers began to pump, a hard, punishing rhythm that was designed to dominate, not to please. "You don't get to tell me what to do anymore, my dear ex-fiancée. You're just a decoration on my lap right now."
Akeno giggled, a low, melodic sound that was laced with a cruel, teasing amusement. She watched Rias's face, a mask of contorted pleasure, and a slow, sly smile spread across her own lips.
"Fufufu... Buchou, you're such a good 'actor'," she purred, her own strokes on Riser's cock never faltering. Her violet eyes gleamed with wicked delight. "You look so convincing when you're being pleasured by another man. Ise-kun must be so jealous."
Rias's face, already flushed with arousal, burned with a deeper, more humiliating shame at Akeno's words. But her body was lost to the pleasure. Her hips bucked against Riser's hand, a desperate, needy rhythm that she couldn't control.
Riser ignored her, his attention focused on the two girls who were still kneeling before him, their bodies trembling.
"I said," he repeated, his voice a cold, dangerous growl. "Bow. And. Beg."
This time, they obeyed without hesitation. Asia slowly, deliberately lowered her upper body, pressing her forehead to the hard, cold wood of the floor. Her full, round breasts were squashed beneath her, the pale flesh flattening against the unyielding surface. Beside her, Koneko followed suit, her small, pale form prostrating herself in a gesture of absolute, humiliating submission.
They were two perfect sacrifices, their naked bodies laid bare before their new god. They bowed to his cock, a silent, profane prayer of utter devotion.
And then, they began to beg. Their voices were small, trembling whispers.
"Please... Riser-sama..." Asia begged, her words muffled by the floor. "Let... let this lowly, reincarnated devil... this useless Bishop... serve you. I want... I need to taste your cock. Please let me suck your cock in front of Ise-kun!"
"Please... use me," Koneko's small, flat voice joined in, a shocking, humiliating confession from the stoic Rook. "This Rook... this useless piece... just wants to be a good girl for you. Please... let me suck your cock. Let me make you feel good."
Their pleas hung in the air, a poison that was also the most potent of aphrodisiacs. They were begging for the privilege of debasing themselves, of becoming nothing more than tools for his pleasure.
Riser let out a low, triumphant chuckle, a sound of pure, unadulterated victory. He looked down at them, a god admiring the groveling insects at his feet. He slowly, deliberately raised both of his feet.
Then, he brought them down.
He pressed the soles of his feet onto the backs of their heads, a casual, contemptuous gesture that was more degrading than any physical blow. He forced their faces deeper into the hardwood, a firm, unyielding pressure that was a constant, brutal reminder of their place. They were not people. They were furniture. Footstools.
Issei watched, his stroking becoming a frantic, punishing blur. The sight of it, of sweet, innocent Asia and stoic, silent Koneko, being stepped on, treated as nothing more than objects for Riser's comfort, was a fresh wave of agony, a dark, intoxicating poison that made the power surge through him. The jealousy was a physical presence, a crushing weight on his chest, and the arousal was a roaring fire, a maelstrom of dark, twisted pleasure that consumed him whole. He could feel the gem on his gauntlet pulse with a crimson light so bright it was almost painful, a raw, untamed power that made the very air around him crackle.
"You see that, Ise-kun?" Akeno purred, as her own strokes on Riser's cock had quickened, "In the face of a noble, high-class devil, that's all any of us are. We're just toys for him to use however he wants."
"Fufufu... look at him," Akeno purred, her violet eyes alight with a wicked, teasing fire. Her own strokes on Riser's cock had quickened, her movements a deliberate, teasing rhythm designed to heighten Issei's agony. "He's so hard. He's enjoying this so much. The pathetic little cuckold is getting off on watching you degrade the women he loves."
"N-No... I-I'm not getting off on this... I... I'm just getting stronger..." Issei stammered, his strokes never faltering, the words a weak, desperate protest against the overwhelming evidence of his own arousal.
Riser ignored him. His attention was focused on the two small, trembling forms beneath his feet. He slowly, deliberately increased the pressure, grinding their faces into the hard, unyielding wood. They whimpered, small, muffled sounds of pain and submission that were music to his ears.
"You may touch me now," he conceded, his voice a low, arrogant drawl that was a twisted, cruel form of mercy. "But only my balls. Lowly servants like you don't deserve to touch my cock. Not yet, anyway. Maybe if you had tits as big as the Queen's here," he said, giving Akeno's magnificent breast a hard, possessive squeeze that made her gasp, "you'd be worthy."
His hand then slipped down from her breasts. He slid it between Akeno's thighs, his fingers finding her wet, willing heat, and with a single, brutal motion, he plunged two of them deep inside her.
"A-ah! Riser-sama!" Akeno cried out, her back arching, her body a bow of pure pleasure. Her head lolled back against his shoulder, her violet eyes, half-lidded and hazy with lust, fixed on his face with a look of utter, worshipful adoration.
Riser wasn't done. His other hand, which had been slowly fingering Rias, moved with a predatory grace. He found her clit, a hard, needy nub, and began to rub it in a tight, fast circle. Rias let out a choked, sobbing moan, her body arching, her huge breasts pressing into his side. Her blue eyes, which had been filled with a defiant fire moments before, were now glazed, hazy pools of lust.
Asia and Koneko scrambled forward, a desperate, frantic race to obey as Riser raised his feet off their heads. Their small hands, trembling with need, reached for the heavy, swaying sack that hung beneath the colossal shaft. Their fingers, delicate and pale, looked insignificant against the leathery, heavy skin. They cupped the massive orbs, their touch a worshipful, reverent caress. They leaned in, their small, pink tongues darting out, hesitant at first, then with growing confidence, lapping at the sensitive skin.
Issei watched, his own strokes becoming a frantic, punishing blur on his cock. The sight of it, of the two smaller girls, the sweet, innocent Bishop and the stoic, silent Rook, groveling at the feet of this arrogant god, their mouths and hands working together to worship his balls... it was a fresh wave of agony, a dark, intoxicating poison that made the power surge through him. He could feel the gem on his gauntlet pulse with a crimson light so bright it was almost painful.
He watched as Rias and Akeno, their bodies writhing on Riser's lap, turned to face him. Their faces, flushed and contorted with pleasure, were turned towards him. Their lips, swollen and wet, were puckered, a silent, desperate plea for a kiss. They were begging, with their entire beings, for the attention of the man who was pleasuring them, for the affection of the man who was degrading them. A cold, chilling thought slithered into Issei's mind.
Are they really just acting?
The question was a dagger, twisting in the gaping wound of his soul. He saw the genuine need in their eyes. He saw the way their bodies responded to Riser's touch with an abandon that was too raw, too real to be faked. He saw the way their hips bucked against his hands, a desperate, needy rhythm that was a clear, undeniable confession of their desire.
Riser, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face, saw their silent pleas. He obliged, leaning in to capture Rias's lips in a rough, possessive kiss. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, a raw, dominant act. She moaned, a soft, helpless sound of surrender, her body melting against him. Then, he broke the kiss, a thin, glistening strand of saliva connecting them, and turned to Akeno. He kissed her with the same brutal, possessive force, and she responded with a desperate, hungry passion, her tongue tangling with his in a dance of submission.
He switched back and forth, a ruthless, teasing rhythm that kept them both on the edge, a constant state of desperate need. Their moans filled the room, a wet, obscene music that was the soundtrack to Issei's own torment.
And then, with a final, brutal thrust of his fingers, he sent them over the edge.
Rias let out a high, keening cry, her back arching violently, her body convulsing as a powerful, all-consuming orgasm tore through her. Her inner walls clamped down on Riser's fingers, a desperate, rhythmic pulsing that milked him for every last bit of pleasure he had to give. She collapsed against him, a boneless, shuddering wreck, her mind a blank, white canvas of pure bliss.
Akeno followed a moment later, a long, drawn-out moan escaping her lips as her own orgasm crashed over her. Her body went rigid, a series of shuddering, wracking spasms that shook her to the core. She slumped against him, a boneless, trembling wreck, her head lolling against his shoulder.
Riser, a smug, satisfied look on his face, slowly withdrew his fingers from their spent, trembling bodies. He looked down at them, a king admiring his conquered subjects. Then, his gaze shifted, and his hands moved with a predatory, decisive grace.
He grabbed the back of both of their heads, his fingers tangling in their hair, a proprietary, possessive grip that made them both gasp. He shoved them down, a brutal, uncompromising motion that left them no room for resistance.
Their faces, still flushed and hazy with the aftershocks of their orgasms, were now just inches from the massive, glistening shaft of his cock. It was a monument, a pale, veiny column of flesh that seemed to pulse with a life of its own.
"Share it," he commanded, his voice a low, arrogant growl. "Show me how much you want it."
They needed no further encouragement. Their mouths opened in unison, a desperate, hungry plea. They leaned in, their cheeks pressing together, a perfect, obscene picture of shared devotion. Their tongues darted out, lapping at the massive head, their movements a frantic, desperate race to please.
Issei watched, his strokes becoming even faster and harder. The sight of it, of the two most powerful women in the club, the Buchou and her Queen, reduced to a desperate competition to please Riser, was a fresh wave of shame and arousal.
But Riser wasn't done. He shifted his weight, a casual, confident motion, and raised his legs. His feet, large and arrogant, hooked around the small forms of Koneko and Asia. He pulled them forward, a slow, deliberate motion that brought their faces crashing into the base of his cock, right into the heavy, swaying sack that was being so eagerly worshipped by their superiors.
He squished their faces into the crotch, a brutal, possessive gesture that left them no room to pull away. Their small, whimpering sounds of protest were muffled by the heavy, leathery skin, their mouths and noses buried in the musky, sweaty heat of his balls. They were trapped, their small, pale forms locked in a prison of pure domination.
Issei watched, his cock and balls both throbbing as Asia and Koneko placed their hands against Riser's thighs, trying to push back for even a second to breathe fresh air, but couldn't. They were locked in place, their adorable, beautiful faces being rubbed up and down on Riser's balls as they suck and kiss his sack. The sight made Issei's knees buckle. The sight, the sheer, overwhelming depravity of it all, was too much. He collapsed to the floor, a boneless, trembling wreck, his own cock throbbing with a desperate, painful need. His strokes became a frantic, punishing rhythm, a desperate attempt to chase the release that was building, a hot, tight coil in his own balls.
Riser let out a low, guttural groan, a deep, primal sound of pleasure. His hips bucked, a small, almost involuntary motion. His balls, trapped in the warm, wet mouths of two small, willing slaves, began to twitch.
And then, he came.
A low, triumphant groan escaped his lips as a hot, thick jet of cum shot from the tip of his cock. It splattered across Rias's and Akeno's faces, a messy, humiliating brand of ownership. Another jet followed, and another, a hot, messy flood of cum that painted their perfect, beautiful features in a sticky, pearly sheen. The cum, thick and viscous, began to flow down, trickling from their faces, down their necks, and onto the small, trembling forms of Koneko and Asia, who were still trapped, their faces buried in the source of their master's pleasure.
Issei watched, his mind a white-hot haze of jealousy and a dark, twisted ecstasy. The sight of it, of the four women he cared for, their faces and bodies covered in another man's cum, a messy, humiliating testament to their submission... it was the final, crushing blow. The coil in his own balls snapped.
His hips bucked wildly, and with a choked, strangled moan, he came. A long, sticky rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering onto the dusty floorboards in front of him. He came and came, a pathetic, pulsing puddle of his own shame, his body wracked with the aftershocks of the most powerful, most humiliating orgasm of his life.
For a long moment, the only sounds in the room were the ragged gasps for breath, the soft, wet sounds of post-orgasmic tremors, and the low, triumphant chuckle of a victor.
Riser looked down at the four women, a smug, satisfied smirk on his face. He saw the way the cum dripped from Rias's and Akeno's faces, the hazy, blissed-out looks in their eyes. He saw the way Asia and Koneko knelt, their faces still buried in his crotch, their bodies trembling with a mixture of submission and pleasure. Then, he slowly looked up, smirking as his eyes met Issei's.
"Tell Rias that she should call me back soon, pawn-cuck," He said arrogantly, making Issei's back stiffen, "Next time, I'll make sure to fuck her right in front of you. So, you'll ensure she calls me back soon, won't you?"
Issei's gut twisted as Riser put the pressure on him. As he ordered Issei to tell Rias, the woman he loved, to bring Riser back so he could fuck her right in front of him. It was a new level of shame, but as his cock twitched, he could only nod shakily.
"Y-Yes... Riser-sama."
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. There are 5 more chapters on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar