3 Prelude to Conflict

"WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE MARRIED!" Matsuda exclaimed, feet pounding against the tile until two hands were clasped against the dragon's head. The boy just stood there after grabbing him, the most prominent of glares on his face but Matsuda didn't really do much of anything else.

'...What is this human doing?' The original dragon god asked her host, confused as to why a male was grasping Issei's temples.

'Probably trying to squeeze my temples. Despite his scrawny appearance, he is a somewhat knowledgeable when it comes to causing pain. He is a closet sadist after all.'

The dragon couldn't help but feel a vague amusement at the action. A human, trying to cause harm to a dragon? Unless he had a Sacred Gear that not even Ophis could detect or was secretly a descendent of Hercules, there wasn't a snowballs chance in hell.

"That isn't possible!" Seeing a chance to express his rage and dissatisfaction, Motomaha jumped into the verbal fray. "You're just a teenager! Do you actually expect us to believe you have three wives? And why in the world are you trying to stop us from peeping!? I won't have it! My perverted needs won't be satisfied until I see every single of of them na-"

"Shut up." Issei's amusement snuffed out, the frozen voice silenced the perverted fool who dared to proclaim such vulgar content in the middle of a classroom. "Just a teenager? You could not fathom what I have gone through since I started attending this school. I have been through too much to let you stand there and look down on me of all people!"

If anyone was wondering what the reason was for his sudden change in attitude, the bone chilling fear permeating the air did not permit the students to voice it. The Perverted Duo stood in terror, Matsuda releasing the boy between his hands in favor of retreating to the 'safety' of his comrade.

'Issei, we have been over this. Dragon's are prideful creatures and do not take well to slights. You need to control yourself so you don't do something you will regret.'

It took some time for a deep, calming exhale exited his lips. Issei had effectively silenced not only his former friends, but the classroom had seemed to take a step back from the very unexpected outburst.

It was natural to expect a reaction to this degree, and he did, but that didn't make the words any less unpleasant to listen to. True, teenagers didn't normally get married; much less to three wives, however; since when was Issei a normal teenager? What other child his age was turned to a devil, fought in what could be considered war simulations, died numerous times, fought to the death against gods and dragons, and is now one of the strongest being in all of creation?

'The answer to that question: no one. My little boy is one of a kind.' Ophis purred inside of his mind, earning a small blush at the erotic tone.

The red hue growing on his face seemed to remove the cold atmosphere that had been in the room, however; there was one person who didn't seem to be affected at all by his sudden lashing of the two perverts.

"Oh, now isn't this a juicy scoop." A girl with glasses and beige hair styled in twin tales that went to her upper bust stepped forward. "One of the perverted trio getting married to not only one, but three chicks. I wonder, how did someone like you manage to accomplish something like that? That is, if this story isn't a lie."

That was the question everyone wanted answered. The men all had their own perverted tendencies and tastes but not a single one of them were as vocal about their kinks as the perverted trio. How did someone who was a well-known pervert who frequently performed questionable acts manage to get married in the first place, let alone to three different women? Who even were these mystery wives and what did they look like?

The girls were having similar thoughts, Murayama and Katase particularly. Almost all of the girls thought of Issei as a perverted creep that did nothing but stare at them indecently, imagine them naked, and try to peek on them while they were changing for their various clubs. The only person who seemed to be exempt from the Perverted Trio's corrupt tendencies was Kiryuu and that was only because she acted like them from time to time.

"You know," Issei started, causing everyone to lean forward, "I almost died in that gas explosion I told you about this morning. As my life was fading, time seemed to slow down, images of my life flashing through my eyes. How was I going to accomplish being a Harem King by behaving the way I was? Is being a Harem King even worth it? Certainly, it didn't seem like that was the case wen I was dying. Eventually, I passed out from the pain and when I woke up, I saw two girls. I was surprised that I even woke up again, let alone in a small house with two chicks sitting over me. When I asked one of them what had happened, she said that they saved my life. I didn't know what to do to thank any of them for saving me. When I mustered up the courage to ask the three why they decided to save me, two of them asked for children while the other asked for peace and quiet.

I was shocked at first, honestly; why wouldn't I be? No normal girl just asks a stranger to knock them up. Don't get me wrong, I was happy that a girl wanted me to have sex with her, but to just give them a child and call it even? My pride wouldn't let me do it. So, I told both of them no and that I would only have a child with the person who was going to be my wife. Both of them said they understood and have been working on building their relationship with me ever since. It didn't take long for us to realize that we saw ourselves in each other and we got to the point where I began to question if I was ready to devote myself to a permanent relationship with one of them. I mean, I almost died a while ago! If something like that happens again, what will people remember me by? A complete jerk who was an open pervert and made lots of people uncomfortable? I'll be damned if that is all I left this world with. On top of all of that, I developed strong and genuine feelings for not one, but both of them. So, I steeled myself and told the both of them that they either share me or no one gets me. Thus, these."

He motioned to the multi-ringed finger for those who had yet to see it.

The fake story that was cooked up to explain his absence caused the entire to stare at him in silence, quieted by the tale he spun for them. Whether it was true or not, everyone had their opinion of him changed whether they liked it or not. If he was truly married…he wouldn't be peeking on the girls anymore and he would not be as openly perverted and giving men a bad name, something that pleased both genders. Even more so if he had one wife.

"…Wow…" This was not what Kiryuu, Murayama, or Katase were expecting at all. Kiryuu was questioning herself and the tale he spun for them, swearing to get to the bottom of this for the sake of her curiosity while Katase and Murayama swore to high heaven that he was lying and that the rings were fake.

But, for some unknown reason, they just couldn't call him out on it. They wanted to oh so desperately, but for some reason the words weren't coming out of their mouths.

Shaking her head to gather her thoughts, Kiryuu offered her praise. "Well, congratulations Hyoudou. Whether that story is true or not, it isn't difficult to see you've changed. What happened to the boy who was going to be a Harem King and loved to peek on the girls changing rooms?"

Seemingly a harmless question, Issei couldn't help but recall everything that has happened since he entered the world of the supernatural.

Getting stabbed by a girl he loved.

Becoming a devil.

Saving Asia and overcoming Raynare.

Beating Riser.

His fight against Kokabiel.

Learning that God was dead.

The attack of the witches.

His fight with Vali.

Diodora.

The Juggernaut.

"He went through a lot." Was his answer, unable to tear his gaze away from the palm which hid the Infinity Gear beneath his 'skin', a warm and loving smile decorating his features. "He experienced things he never thought he would and learned from them. He grew up...matured." An extended palm at face level became a resolved fist determined to put the past behind him.

Not forget, but to remember the innocent boy that made him into the man he was today.

The boy...no, man in front of Kiryuu had left her completely astonished, alongside everyone else in the room, teacher included. Near-death experiences changed people, it wasn't difficult to believe, but for such a perverted individual who delighted in blatant lechery with no thoughts for the future to become this...manly, determined, and flat out sexy thing. If Issei wasn't standing before her in the flesh she would have called bullshit right then and there.

"Do you mind if I ask another question?"

"Shoot."

Aika hesitated a bit, placing her weight from one foot to the other and gripping her hands nervously, debating if her inquiry was appropriate. "You have three wives, right? That means you have done it right? Sex, I mean." As much as she acted like a pervert around the Trio, she was still inexperienced with men and the topic of actual intercourse was still rather sensitive and embarrassing to talk about in front of so many people.

"Of course, I have." The rather blatant reply shocking literally everyone in the classroom, not expecting such a sudden and confident answer. There wasn't even a single trace of doubt or anything that could be used to see if he was lying either.

He was telling the truth. And two people didn't take well to it.

""BULLSHIT!"" Motohama and Matsuda exclaimed loudly, large streams of tears falling from their eyes, not wanting to believe anything that they were hearing.

"I refuse to accept it!" Matsuda pointed his finger. "I refuse to belive you managed to lose your virginity before us!" Motohama nodded fiercely at his comrade's statement, his beliefs the same as, what appeared to be, the other half of what is now the Perverted Duo.

This outright denial of reality from his former friends was beginning to grate on Issei's nerves, a growl forcing its way out of clenched teeth. It was a deep, rumbling sound that did not inspire fear like the frigid beratement he gave the two perverts minutes earlier. The low vibrating noise had all of the girls shivering in want, including Murayma and Katase much to their horror.

"I have no reason to prove either of you wrong and, honestly; I gain nothing from doing so. I'm just going to do it to shut the both of you up and hopefully knock some humility in you." With that being said, Issei's hands moved up towards the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one. As each button parted ways for the red seas underneath, the girls found that they were having a hard time looking away as the very taunt undershirt came into view. The men, on the other hand, could not help but wonder what kind of exercise Issei did to get that kind of body in such a short period of time.

Finishing with the last button, the top layer of attire slide down the broad shoulders onto a desk directly behind the dragon god. In a rather foul mood despite the attention he was getting from the boys and girls alike, Issei quickly shed the scarlet fabric to reveal a rock hard six-pack that had the guys feeling jealous while the girls simply couldn't take their eyes off of the glorious hunk of man that turned out to be one of the people they used to shun the most.

With the undershirt taken care of, Issei turned his back to the class.

"Holy hell man!"

"What the fuck are those!?"

"Are those scratch marks!?"

"Who has nails that long?"

The students; even the teacher who could not seem to stop the scene in front of him, or even speak for that matter; were in shock at the view of his masterpiece of a back. Long lines of various shapes and sizes the color of a blood red candy apple were present across his broad shoulders and spine. Some were significantly darker than others, possibly distinguishing the newer from the older. In addition to the vast variety of mutilations upon his quite muscular back, there were numerous bite marks and hickeys on his neck and shoulders.

"Satisfied?" Issei asked the ignorant fools who dared to question his status as a man. Motohama and Matsuda, knowing they were beat, fell to the ground in an over-comedic fashion muttering about how the world was unfair and such.

"Well, if there are no more questions, I seem to have developed a sudden yet rather strong desire to get the hell out of here." Not bothering to put his clothes back on, he put his arms through the button up shirt and stuffed the other piece of cloth in his book bag, not caring about the dress code he knew was in place. Roughly tossing it, under human standards, over his shoulder, the fed-up dragon god disguised as a human walked out of the class with his abs in full view of the students in the hallway, earning a lot of blushes and eager stares from the females and glares from the men.

Doing his best to ignore the attention he was getting, Issei couldn't help but reflect on what just happened.

The day that started rather nicely; waking up in a soft and warm bed with a naked Shirone hugging him, a beautiful sunny, albeit green, sky with cotton candy decorating the emerald expanse above, a gentle breeze blowing through his freshly showered hair; had turned into him being the spotlight of the entire school, enduring the prattling and breaching of the boring as hell teachers, Kiryuu asking about the rings he didn't bother to hide, and the Perverted Duo's overreactions. Sure, Issei knew there would be reactions positive and negative alike and he couldn't help but think about how Matsuda and Motohama got under his skin so easily. Was it because they used to be friends? Perverted comrades who looked out for the other's needs?

Or was it because he simply couldn't accept that he used to be just like them? A great big nothing with no real plans for the future, peeped on girls for a hobby, and constantly had a hand down his pants?

Forcing himself to stop thinking about such things, he reached into his pocket to pull out the folded piece of paper than he had been drawing on during the class periods. A single touch of his finger and a flash of purple later and the crumpled up page instantly straightened like it was never in his pocket to begin with.

The original plan was to simply to sit by one of the two pillars at the courtyard opening and work on this magic circle, now, however; he simply wanted to start making his way to the rest of the Issei Team. It would spare him anymore attention and he could go back to working on his project. Then again, he had been training diligently for a century now...maybe taking a seat in the beautiful grass and enjoying the rest of the day before he deals with the Kendo Club?

It was then that a rather unpleasant memory invaded his mind, forcing his legs to cease.

Maybe... I should apologize to Sona.

He could still remember every vivid detail of that fateful day: Rias and her peerage berating him, how he lost control over his emotions, and even how he had sent Sona flying into a remnant of what was a brick wall. Issei was on a rampage and the only thing she wanted was to help her friend. Not exactly something that earned a modified Dragon Shot to the abdomen, was it?

Also, pretty sure I wrote Student Council on my letter of challenge instead of ORC…better clear that misunderstanding up.

With that thought dancing in his head, Issei spun on his heel and with the sound of shoes on a tile floor echoing off of the walls, the dragon disguised as a student traveled down the opposite end of the hallway.

xXx

Sona Sitri was in a rather unique mood.

Sitting behind the polished wooden desk with her hands clasped on said wood, those fuchsia colored eyes seemed to be bound to the back of the door connecting her office to the rest of the student council.

Issei Hyoudou is alive.

Not only had he been the talk of the school for the entire day, she saw him with her own eyes as he entered school property. In addition to all the girls gossiping about his return, there wasn't a single soul in Kuoh Academy that didn't know 'the final member of the Perverted Trio once again stalks the changing areas'.

The antics were somewhat amusing if she was being perfectly honest. Issei was an individual who had always been true to his desires, making no attempts to hide the fact that he wanted a 'harem' and to be the king of them all. Such relationships weren't uncommon among those in the Underworld, especially when purebloods were considered. After their numbers were brought to an all time low after the Great War, the council had permitted polygamy, incest, and other such questionable relationships so long as they assisted in the revival of the Pure Bloods. Being one herself, she was being…heavily encouraged…to consider a relationship herself. Not unlike Rias, she flat out refused to take on any partners that failed to meet her standards.

However, she was not unreasonable. Sona was kind enough to provide her parents some amount of leeway in these types of matters. If they truly wished for her to marry, the suggested individual, as well as anyone else interesting in courting her, would have to meet one requirement.

Only one.

And that one requirement had yet to be met, allowing the Sitri heir to continue living as the Student Council President of Kuoh Academy and taking steps to fulfill her dream of creating a Rating Game School where all devils would be welcome, Pure Bloods and Reincarnated alike.

However, there was still a lot to do in order to make her visions a reality. While she had come to the human world to learn how their educational system works, there were other tasks that needed to be completed. A plot of land had to be acquired, building materials for said school, permission from the Satans, a teaching permit, and teachers to name a few. Some of what she needed to get done were easier than others, such as the permit and permission.

The costs and land, however…

Sona did not want her school to be Sitri property. In order to prevent that, she had to come up with the cash on her own. While not necessarily difficult in of itself, the amount of money needed was far greater than her current winnings from the Rating Games. She had to get stronger and make her peerage stronger in order to win more Rating Games and climb the ladder. The higher up the rankings she got, the higher the cash prizes would be.

Knock! Knock!

The rapping of knuckles against wood drew the Sitri heir from her thoughts.

"M-Madam President," the voice belonged to one of her bishops, Reya Kusaka, "I-Issei Hyoudou is here to see you."

"I see. Thank you. Tell him I will be ready to see him shortly." The clip clop retreating from the entrance was proof that her bishop was doing as she was told.

It took a few moments for what Reya said to sink it. Once she realized what exactly her servant told her, Sona's normally calm and calculating mind spun itself into a frenzy.

Issei is here to see me?

It had been a month since the accident that nearly destroyed the school and almost revealed the supernatural to humans. It was only thanks to the student council that the devils were able to contain the accident, removing the bodies and wiping the memory of those who were; by some miracle; able to stay conscious during his episode.

Needless to say, Issei became very feared after the event passed, explaining Reya's faltering speech.

"Come in, please." She called out, straightening some random papers on her desk, a drum in her chest pounding away as if it was in a parade, the emotions her peerage felt for the dragon not exceeding herself seeing as she quickly became nothing but collateral mere seconds after garnering his attention.

Sona watched the door open with a small squeak and revealed the two she expected to see: a girl with flowing coffee colored hair and matching eyes and the man who dispatched her without a hint of eff-

Shirtless!?

The bare chested man entered her office with his button up shirt opened to reveal a roaring six-pack with his backpack slung over his right shoulder. Seemingly without a care for his appearance, her guest sat in the chair opposite of the nicely polished desk and placed the bag on the floor.

Silence.

"...T-Thank you for waiting for me Issei." Sona finally greeted him, doing her best to ignore Issei's appearance in favor of dismissing her bishop via curt nod. Under normal circumstances, she would have reprimanded him for such an appearance. The fact that he had delivered a punishing blow to her earlier that month, proving that she was no match for him, let alone her entire peerage if he chose to reenact the events that took place during that time, forced her to bite her tongue and tolerate his appearance. Given his rather calm and collected behavior, however; she didn't really think he planned to do anything like that but she couldn't really afford to take risks at the moment either. "Did you have some business with me?"

The boy answered with a quick nod but said nothing further, instead taking the time to explore the Sitri's office with his eyes.

As Issei had never been in this room before, he took the time to appreciate the obsidian flooring beneath their feet, the windows providing a plentiful amount of light, a classic wooden desk you would expect to see in a CEO's office, the decorative pictures along the walls depicting a variety of scenery. One of such was a sun setting on an still ocean as the clouded sky changed from orange to pink to purple and finally to black with a starry sky.

"I do actually." He finally spoke, the surrounding environment doing much to help calm his frustration. "Mostly a small matter, one that may or may not have reached your ears in full detail."

"And what may this matter be, exactly?" The king, watching her fellow student visibly relaxing could not help but feel greatly relieved. It seemed that, despite the rather horrid incident, it seemed Issei was still capable of acting in a manner that was similar to how he had before.

It still didn't get rid of this negative feeling she had.

"I challenged the Kendo Club to a match that will be held this later this afternoon. If they win, the Perverted Trio leaves them alone. If I win, then the Perverted Trio will leave them alone and Katase and Murayama will meet me in a place of my choosing."

"So, the three of you will leave them alone whoever wins? You aside, how do you plan on getting those two to agree? I can't expect it will be easy." A crooked, mischievous grin split across his face, showing teeth that were far sharper than they had any right to be.

"Trust me, there are...ways...to curb their deviant behavior. I just happen to know the perfect method to do so."

Very much concerned for the fates of the two boys, Sona was about to inquire about the specifics of this 'perfect method' when, all of a sudden; the door opened to reveal a bespectacled beauty with absolutely radiant black hair that fell down her back in waves. The girl was carrying an ornate circular tray with two steaming mugs on it.

"Is it that time already, Tsubaki?" Sona having been caught up in her paperwork up until Issei dropped in, had failed to notice that her afternoon brew was drawing close.

"It is." The Sitri's queen confirmed, presenting a cup to her king. "It took me a little longer since I thought it would be nice to treat your guest as well." Tsubaki then extended the remaining cup to Issei whom took it with a silent nod accompanied with a smile.

Silence filled the room while the occupants sampled the brew of the day, the deliverer moving to stand behind Sona and slightly towards her right. Issei, being the very healthy male he was, could not help but notice that the circular was held beneath Tsubaki's breasts in a eerily similar manner to that of Akeno.

"Hmm," the king allowed herself a blissful sigh despite her pounding chest, "Tsubaki, once again you have outdone yourself."

"I have to agree." The boy contributed his praise for the brewer's skills, savoring the taste lingering on his tongue. "I don't think I have ever had a cup like this before. Its rich, earthy, and full bodied. What kind of coffee is this?"

"LifeBoost Coffee Medium Roast. It is an Arabic bean originating in Nicaragua."

"Really? I might have to see about getting my hands on some as well." He took another sip of the coffee, unable to help himself.

The atmosphere had greatly relaxed in comparison when Issei first arrived. Combined with the sun filling the room and the pleasant aroma in the air, it was almost peaceful.

"Anyway, back to what we were discussing before," Issei brought their conversation back from where it was pleasantly interrupted, "I gave them a letter of challenge explaining the terms of victory and whatnot. The reason I am here is that I accidentally wrote 'Issei Hyoudou of the Student Council' and not 'of the ORC'. I just wanted to bring that to your attention so there was no confusion later."

"Oh, was that all?" Despite the relaxing atmosphere, Sona was still feeling anxious to his presence. It helped that the matter he brought up wasn't anything serious, but she just couldn't shake this feeling, this foreboding sensation, this sense of...dread? She did her best not to show it and it seemed to be working. Tsubaki seemed to be experiencing something similar if the singular bead of sweat and occasional hitch in breathing were anything to go by.

'Wait...'

"You said you challenged the Kendo Club correct?"

"That is what I said, yes."

Why would someone as strong as him have anything to do with a group of humans? He wasn't the type that sought out pain and suffering upon others...

'I'm sorry. Were you trying to tell me to calm down? No thanks.'

No...he would. If push came to shove, he would. But had the Kendo club done anything to earn his ire? She couldn't really think of anyth-

'The beatings. When the Perverted Trio got caught peeping, the Kendo took it upon themselves to punish them. Is he planning on getting some sort of revenge for the questionable behavior he was victim to back then?'

"Would you be willing to give me a reason as to why you decided to do so?"

"Hmm..."

He didn't really have a good reason to hide the fact he believed two of their members had Sacred Gears...but on the other hand, perhaps it would be better to hold on to that little tidbit until his hunch was proven true or false.

"A little payback, I guess?" Was the half-truth he came up with, donning a thinking expression as if he didn't really know himself. "After all, getting mobbed with swords over seeing some skin? A little much don't you think? Getting a taste of their own medicine should do them some good."

It seemed that her fears were well placed. While she didn't agree with it, Sona could see his reasoning. If someone was peeping on a girl, or girls, in real life, chances are that the pervert in question intends to go much farther than simply seeing skin. The girls were also all human so if the culprit was armed, seriously armed, no bamboo stick is going to matter. A kendo sword was better than nothing, true; but pales in comparison to a gun or, even worse, literally anything supernatural.

Issei was still very much among the supernatural world. Her nerves wouldn't be on fire right now if he had simply managed to survive cutting the sacred gear out of him and gone back to being an ordinary human or, by some miracle, managed to retain his status as a devil.

"Is there anyway I can convince you to not go through with this?"

Whether she can understand it or not, she was still the Student Council President. While she may not have done anything in the past regarding the Perverted Trio and the Kendo Club, the circumstances were different now.

Sona knew that if she were to gather the full might of her Peerage and challenge him, despite him no longer in possession of the Boosted Gear...

…he would dominate them, even with her newfound power.

What chance would a group of humans have?

If this was the old Issei, the Sitri heir was confident that this challenge would not escalate into anything due to his caring albeit perverse personality. But now, with this bad feeling that just would not leave her alone, combined with the fact that Issei was standing before her perfectly healthy, complete with both arms; despite the fact that he cut one off; she wasn't exactly willing to take chances at the moment.

"I won't say you can't, I am more than willing for negotiation. The real reason I'm targeting the club is because there are a few in there that have...piqued my interest. There was no way they were going to let me satisfy that interest either, given my reputation. I figured I would dangle myself at the end of a hook and see if they bit. Now that they have, I plan on taking full advantage of it. Unless you can conjure something that can change my mind I'm afraid there is nothing you can-"

A small glint caught his eye. Turning to see what the owner of said glint was, a small table was what greeted his sight. On the poorly decorated two person table was a chess set, the light from the window shining through the colored glass of the pieces creating a rather beautiful red and scarlet glow.

"Are those...Evil Pieces?"

"In a way." Sona answered, watching his every move like a hawk. "They were modelled after such by a devil craftsman. Do you have an interest in chess?"

"You could say that..."

Training for a century was tiring on both the body and the mind. It went without saying that most of them needed to take a break every once and a while. Not exactly content with just resting, Issei had thought of ways to entertain and challenge himself when he remembered the Rating Games.

Then he remembered the evil pieces, aka, magic chess pieces.

Issei never really had any interest in games before he became a devil, unless they involved some sort of pornographic content. He asked Kuroka and she conjured up a set using her space-time magic and they played a few games during their downtime.

The Ouroboros Dragon was terrible! So terrible was he at this strategic challenge that the Issei group considered it a talent.

One that was not needed.

Over the last hundred years, Issei underwent physical training during the day and would train his mind at night using chess alongside his main mentors: Kuroka and Aurther.

'For so long it was only been with those two, not counting the occasional Shirone and Vali match...

How do I pair up with Sona, one of the smartest of the young devils?'

"Hey Sona?" He called, turning to face the expectant gazes. "Would you be interested you in a match?"

...

The boy waited for several moments only for silence to echo in his ears. The blunette was simply staring at him with her lips parted, a healthy flush filling her features while her queen seemed to be doing her best impression of a fish. A single eyebrow rose at the complete and total lack of response. It was a simple question with a simple 'yes' or 'no' answer.

'I didn't ask anything weird, did I?'

'No,' the other part of his soul answered, 'you didn't. Is is that strange to ask for a simple game?'

'It shouldn't. Then again, who knows what sort of shit high class devils have in place. Perhaps I violated some sort of ancient treaty and now they must skin me alive and feed it to the dammed or something.'

'We both know that isn't true.'

'Yeah, I know. The point still stands though, we don't know a lot about the Sitri family in the first place.'

"Umm...hello?" A couple snaps brought the king and queen back to reality. "Is that a no? Cause I have no prob-"

"Ah..." An attempt to speak was made with a raised hand. The dragon in hiding had no problem stopping mid-sentence to let Sona speak, the tickling sensation in the back of his brain begging to be satisfied. "Thanks. As for your question, I am unable to say no to a challenge due to reasons involving the Sitri household." The blush only seemed to grow more and more vibrant as she spoke.

"Umm...what do you mean, 'unab-'"

"I...Iss...a-y-ioul!" The words seemingly caught in her throat, the second highest authority in the Sitri peerage; for some reason; could not form what she was thinking into words, once again interupting Issei. After several further attempts at speech, however; her chest began to rise and fall very visibly. When she spoke this time, tangible language reached their ears. "Hyoudou-sama. Are you absolutely certain you want to play against Sona-sama in a chess match? Are you even aware of what is at stake should you win?"

'Hyoudou-sama? And~a surprisingly quick tent from Issei.'

'Has a nice ring too it doesn't it?'

'I will neither confirm nor deny.'

"Of course I do." Was the almost immediate reply. "I wouldn't have asked if I was ignorant."

'If she wins, I call off the Kendo match. If I win, she owes me a favor since she didn't specify beforehand. Just like home.'

The winnings were always decided before any chess match could begin when everyone was doing their training. If nothing got specified before the conclusion of the game, then a favor was required. This was when Issei played against either Vali, Bikou, or Aurther. When playing against Kuroka and Shirone, these favors were more...intimate, not necessarily perverted. Believe it or not there was a difference.

But Sona wasn't one of his wives so the first option was obvious. Despite this, Sona was looking like a freshly picked apple. Her body was completely still while Tsubaki once again lost her ability to produce coherent speech. What was going on?

"V-Very well." A rare stutter exited the King's lips. "J-Just give me a moment." A hand to her chest, a slow exhale, and an inhale so deep that her bosom visibly rose. Seemingly resolved herself, another exhale and the gallant, stoic, and sexy figure of the Student Council President had returned. "I am ready."

The sound of wheels rolling across the floor reached his ears as he watched the girl stand from her space behind the desk and make her way to the other side of the small table holding the demonic chess set.

xxx

'That was more interesting that I thought it was going to be.' Ophis told him as he walked aimlessly through the unkept streets of Kuoh with his stomach still out in the open, the sky a brilliant shade of blue as the wind played with his hair.

'You're not wrong. Sona is definitely a skilled player. There were a couple of times where I thought the game was going to end but one of us would find a way around the other. I think that was one my best games to date. This day would have been perfect if not for Motohama and Matsuda."

'Yes, there were rather displeasing to be near.' The deity agreed. 'I am surprised that the Gremory's didn't attempt to make contact with you.'

'Asia is in my class if memory serves, among a few others. It is rather strange that one of them didn't approach me. I wasn't really paying attention at the time to be perfectly honest, working on my project and what-not."

'...Do you think it will work?'

'I hope so. This isn't exactly something I can just use whenever I want. The person has to be willing and-'

'That wasn't what I was talking about.'

'...That one I really hope so. We need to acquire all the strength we can get, despite what the other deities might think.'

'You have been working on that circle for half a century now, with the help of Kuroka and Vali. There should be no problems.'

'There shouldn't be, true; but with something of this level, you can never be certain.'

'Point. So, why do you think the Gremory's haven't tried to contact you?'

'It could be anything. They could be upset with me and just avoid me altogether or are waiting for me to walk through the door of the ORC like nothing ever happened. Unlikely, but not impossible.'

There was no immediate response as the two of them enjoyed the rushing sound of the eager breeze, waiting out the clock until it was time for him to return to school to deal with the Kendo Club. There were very few people in the streets because a lot of humans were still working at this hour. The small quantity of people that were her, however; immediately took notice of the boy. Numerous pairs of eyes were automatically drawn to him like moths to a flame. The men would look at him with a weird mix of respect and acknowledgement as he strode by and the small pockets of girls that he came across couldn't seem to take their eyes off of him.

'Do you plan on going back? To see them?'

'I have no intentions of doing so.' He instantly denied. 'We didn't really leave on the best of circumstances. They might be willing, I most certainly am not.'

'And what of the good things that they have done for you?'

…

"Hey there pretty boy~" A deep and seductive feminine voice tickled his ear as two somethings wrapped itself around his shoulder and his waist, a sensation akin to nibbling on his neck, not mentioning the wonderful sensation of something velvet soft against his back. Issei leaned into the individual behind him and laughed softly as the feline dragged her lips across the side of his neck. "Did someone have a good day at school-nya?"

"H-Hey! C-Cut that out Kuroka." The boy addressed the pretty cat girl that was holding him so tightly he might as well be wearing her. "But to answer your question, it was a rather interesting day. The Gremory's didn't try anything, I need to deal with some teenagers later, and I had a fairly good chess match today. and I am guessing they are gathered in their clubroom waiting for me to walk in the door."

"Hmm," The feline hummed her acknowledgement as she ran her hand up, down, and all around the boy's abs, much to Issei's happiness. "Are you planning on seeking them out yourself-nya?"

"Ophis literally just asked me that. I told her that I wasn't going to but then she said something about all of the good things they did for me in the past. What do you think? Should I go hear it out of their own lips? Or go with my assumption that they wanted to force me into acknowledging my feelings for Rias?" The boy asked for what the elder sister of the Nekoshou sisters thought about his situation.

Kuroka seemed to contemplate this as her hands were slowing down his back and eventually stopping altogether just above his hips, creating a romantic hug as her head rested against his muscular back. "I think it makes sense." She told him. "I don't think your assumption is wrong, but don't you think they deserve a chance to explain themselves?"

"Hmm…" He really didn't want to do anything for them after their betrayal. They ignored his feelings for that of a selfish person who couldn't see beyond what she wanted.

They wronged him. They didn't deserve him!

'Call me my name because it means you love me! I gave up my life and parts of my body numerous times for you but to hell with that say my goddamn name!' Negative thoughts raced through his head, chis fists squeezing into his palms while his teeth gnashing against themselves.

Kuroka, noticing the eerie purple glow that shone off of his body, took a harder look at him.

'His aura is becoming unstable and beginning to leak out.'

As the purple wisps starting to grow taller and stronger, she leaned in so that her lips were brushing against his ear. "Shhh, calm down honey. You don't want to call down the forces of heaven and hell here, do you-nya?"

The boy instantly paused, not because of the incoming threat should he continue thinking along these lines, but because of the soothing voice that started to outshine the darkness in his head. Without even thinking, he reached out and pulled Kuroka into him, earning an unworried 'nya'. The dragon took his time to drink in the sight of the beautiful young woman in his arms. His eyes traveled up to appreciate her pointy cat ears; melt into her long black hair with split bangs; think about how the ornately detailed headband makes her hair stand out; slowly traveling down to her hazel-gold eyes that seemed to swallow him in their warmth; wondered how that black kimono with the yellow obi managed to conceal her voluptuous assets; and ask himself how he managed to secure such a bombshell of a beauty as one of his wives.

"Better?" She asked him, seeing the dangerous aura starting to subside from her dear husband.

"Better." He told her, burying his darker feelings about the red headed bitch. "Sorry Kuro. I thought I got over it."

"I don't think something like that can ever be truly let go, Issei. Don't beat yourself up over it. So? Will you go?" An innocent face asked from eloquent lips that seemed to keep drawing Issei to him. It hadn't been that long, had it? A week at most?

The boy sighed a heavy sigh, not looking forward to seeking them out any time soon but knowing that if he didn't, it would bite him in the butt later on…probably.

"Yeah, might as well. But I want you there when it happens. Actually, let Shirone and Le Fey know as well."

"Hmm? Why-nya?"

"My class dared to question my status as a man. I cooked up a story and I want to drive the point home."

"So, you want to flaunt us, is that it-nya?"

"Basically."

"Well, I don't know about those two, but my services don't come cheap-nya."

Those sexy lips peeled up in order to form what Issei called 'The Smile'. The black cat's eyes narrowed oh so slightly, the faintest glimmer of her pearly whites behind velvet lips, not to mention the silky soft tails that were massaging his area where very clear signs oh mood she was in.

A chuckle sang as he ran his hand through her perfect hair, grazing the edges of her ear and earning a few mewls from the older Nekoshou. The sounds that left her mouth was like a drug, absolutely intoxicating and there was never enough. Overcome by the same desire his partner felt, the boy began walking down the street, much to Kuroka's confusion.

"Where are you going? Don't you wanna have some fun-nya?"

"I don't know about you, but I am going to a hotel. Not a single soul is allowed to see my gorgeous gal in all her glory." His feet continued to tread onward despite the question asked of him. Only after he had finished speaking did he turn to face his first wife. A small smirk on his face, an excited glint in his eye, his fingers in the belt loops of his pants as the setting sun shone down on him in that sexy pose…suddenly assaulted with such a view, Kuroka failed to fight down the hot sensation currently spreading across her face and nethers. "And if you don't mind…I could use your help taking this uniform off…among other things."

That playful tone paired with that cocky smile and that look in his eyes, all it took was a wink and a lick of his lips to leave the feline shuddering in anticipation. Eager to finally have her turn in bed, it took mere strides until she snatched up his arm and pulled it into her cleavage. Resting her head on his shoulder, any onlookers that were present on the very empty street could not help but blush at the romantic pair as they strolled towards their destination.

xxx

After what felt like an eternity, they managed to make their way into one of the hotels in the Red Light District of Kuoh. No attention was payed to what the building was called, nor could they be bothered to remember the man who handed them the key to their room. All they knew was that the key was in hand and in only a few moments they would be all over each other.

They didn't even make it out of the lobby.

The door leading into room theydidn'tcare burst open, giving way to Issei's foot. Not caring if it was damaged, the two lovers currently waged a fierce battle for dominance in each other's mouth. So distracted with each others tongues, Issei didn't notice how close the bed was and ended up tripping on the furniture.

"Oof!" Not expecting the sudden weight of Kuroka falling on top of him, a small exhale was forced out of him, breaking their kiss lest they bite their wet appendages.

"Hahahaha!" The black-haired beauty laughed hysterically, "Di-Did you-haha- jus-ha-just say-hahaha- did you just say 'oof'? Hahahaha!" She was barely able to place actual words in-between the gasps of breath and laughter; the youkai laughing so hard that she couldn't even voice her verbal tic! The boy underneath the bundle of joy was both happy and not happy at her violent chuckling.

"Do you have any room to talk with all of that nyaaing you do?" A smile crept its way onto the boy's face, happy that his wife was pleased despite the blow to his pride.

"But that is because I am a cat-nya!" Her lips turned up so that her smile and nose looked like an upside down 3 as she stroked the air with her right hand shaped into a cat paw.

A bright blush covered his face in mere moments, reaching up to cup the girl's cheek. They couldn't keep their hands off of each other on their way here, now he wanted to savor the moment. As confusing as it was, the crimson shade on his lover's face told him she certainly didn't mind the change in atmosphere herself.

"...Kuroka…"

"…Issei…mm." She moaned, letting herself get pulled down for another intoxicating french.

Very little time has passed since the first passionate lip lock was interrupted but the second one certainly didn't take long. As the more intimate kiss progressed, Issei couldn't help but feel the desire for more. One mischievous hand left her cheek to travel down her neck and rest at her hip while the other stayed where it was and simply maneuvered to cup the back of her head.

"Kuroka...ahn." The unspoken want evident in his voice, the feline had no problem in providing.

"Issei... Mm, ah...mm...mmm." The kiss deepened, the girl pushing herself into his embrace as her hands also ran through his hair. After several minutes of being the invader, Issei broke the kiss with a trail of saliva connecting them. Seeing the disappointed frown and yearning look in his lover's eyes, Issei merely gave her a look. Raising his head up, a sensual lick was delivered to Kuroka's throat.

"It isn't fair if I'm doing all the work." Getting the message, Kuroka raised an eyebrow but did not hesitate, licking her lips in a provocative manner.

As she looming over him, Issei's lips opened slightly to receive her eager muscle, something she was all too willing to give. The Nekomata leaned forward and passionately pressed herself against him, wrestling with his tongue in an agonizingly gentle manner, taking her time to explore every nook and cranny of his mouth. The subtle drop in intensity lead to an even more intimate air.

Issei simply could not believe a kiss could taste and feel so good. Prior to his transformation to a devil, he spent quite a bit of his free time…soloing it with phone in hand. Based on all of the love advice sites and the porn he watched, he learned that kissing was pretty much a requirement to building the atmosphere appropriate for sex and romance overall, however; he had only been given a kiss on the lips in the form of a peck in places like his cheek. This kind of kiss, however; was reserved for only three people: Kuroka, Shirone, and Ophis… and did they know how to kiss, especially Kuroka! She always had that 'older sister' aura about her and with her somewhat provocative attire and mannerisms, he always thought that she was experienced with men. How wrong he was! She had never known a man until they had their first time together. However, despite her lack of experience, she was simply divine in the ways of the bedroom! Even something as common place as a kiss or a complement turned into something completely different when she did them. Issei felt like he was on Cloud 9 just from brushing their tongues together and having his mouth explored.

Kuroka felt the same about Issei. She didn't have anything to compare Issei's kiss to because she hasn't kissed another man before. From her experience with kissing this…this… Adonis of a man, she could say with full confidence that he is a god in the bedroom! Every single time they did it, she would always finish three times at least! How many women truely cum that many times from a man in a single session? The Nekomata didn't think there was a lot of men out their capable of lasting that long, let alone making the girl finish that many times without her faking it.

Her only guess to his simply divine skill was his unnatural amount of libido. In order to quench that desire for the opposite sex while he was still a human, Issei must have resorted to porn to satisfy himself. While much of that inappropriate content did not translate into real life and is often just a performance meant to sexually please the viewer, some of the techniques used in said porn did translate over. That, combined with the times they did it in the past, Issei has learned all of her kinks and weaknesses and exploited them over and over again, never failing to give her the ride of her life.

"You taste...mm...soo good~...Issei."

"Maybe cause...I eat tasty food?"

"Pff! Haha, yeah, okay Mr. Smartmouth." The small joke earned him a light jab to the shoulder, but it was worth it to her the melody that was her laugh. "Nya~! Already going for my ass?" Kuroka moaned in appreciation as Issei's hands began to roam over her supple thighs only to fondle her shaply cheeks.

"And what about you? You think I didn't notice you trying to take off my pants?" As he spoke, Kuroka had just managed to get the button undone and was already working on the zipper, sincerely believing that he didn't notice with all of the action happening up top.

"But~ it isn't fair that you get to play with mine and I can't play with yours-nya!" She pouted lightly before getting back to working those skinny jeans off.

"Then maybe wear something that actually makes me work for it! I can just reach up and under and what do we have here?" He swiftly maneuvered his hands under her clothing and began to knead the soft flesh beneath her robes.

"Wh-hey! This is payback you cocky dragon-nya!" Finally working Issei's pants to the ground, damn those tight things, she instantly cupped his package and started playing with the contents through his boxers, making the boy start to pant lightly at the pleasure. Rolling around his jewels in her hand and pressing her face against her boxer covered junk was an excellent way to get him riled up. That, and the fact that her heightened sense of smell never failed to pick up the manly musk that never failed to get her excited.

"Fuck... Kuroka, you got better at this. Didn't you say it wasn't fair for me to play with your ass so you were going to play with mine?"

"I was going to do that…but then I saw this big~ mountain of man meat and got a little hungry-nya." Her hands were beginning to grow more adventurous as her fingers began to find the gaps in his boxers only to once again cup his under carriage and apply just the right amount of force to get her lover's hips to buck.

"Please…" Issei ran his fingers through the black silk that covered the top of the girl's head, enjoying the sensation of her smooth hair between the gaps in his hands. "…you know I am not that big."

It was left unsaid that while he was huge among humans, the supernatural males topped out at over a foot in length.

"Yeah, I know." She drew her attention away from his privates in favor of looking him in the eye with that god damn sexy ass smile and those partially opened eyes that gave her a more seductive look, making Issei swallow his saliva and his holy temple grew even larger. "Sure, having a big dick can be a good thing. Men become prideful and women actually get to feel something."

Kuroka paused for a few moments as the twitching mass beneath the cloth drew her attention. With a playful growl and a quick swipe of her hand, she reached into his boxers and pulled out a nine inch long rod of man meat.

"But once you go past a certain limit, men either can't penetrate women due to their size or it just hurts cause she can't stretch far enough." As she spoke, her hand wrapped around Issei's dick and began to pump itself up and down in a loose and gentle manner.

"K-Kuroka…" Issei moaned, his member growing hotter as she stared into his eyes while she played with his cock. Her hand continued to slide up and down his hardened shaft, his hips slightly thrusting into her hand as she lightly squeezed his rod every now and again.

Noticing his excitement rising, she leaned forward until her chest was pressed against his and whispered into his ear. "You have the purrfect dick, darling. It is large enough to take pride in and just large enough to fit inside me without hurting. It is the purrfect size and never fails to drive me wild! Remember? How I would howl thanks to you, how I would thrash and moan on top of you, me screaming your name as loud as I could because I can't think of anything else but you and your thick dick!"

"I…Kuroka..! Your hand…its…haah…mm! Shit!" Now at full attention, Kuroka increased the pace on his member, shaking her arm up and down and she careful watched Issei's face as it contorted with pleasure and pained ecstasy.

"Look at me."

He did as he was told, his mouth slightly ajar as he panted from the increasing temperature and building pressure in his loins. Looking at him feeling it from her ministrations, a surge of feminine pride filled her while she slowly began to leak from her own region.

"I want you to look at my face. I want to you look at nothing but me as I make you cum with my hand."

"Kuroka…please..!" He could feel it. That overwhelming pressure building inside of him, threatening to burst as his wife sped up the pace on his cock even more.

"Cum for me."

Faster.

"Cum for me."

Even faster.

Issei clamped his jaws shut in a vain attempt to cover up his moans as he neared his climax. Seeing this, Kuroka got in his face until she could smell his minty breath. She relaxed her features and began to pant as well from the soreness in her arm beginning to spread to her shoulder.

"Cum for me, cum for me, cum for me! Give me all of your spunk! Shoot a load of hot milk into my hand! Give this kitty her milk! Give it, give it, give it~!"

To seal the deal, Kuroka quickly opened her mouth and bit the side of his neck.

!

"Kuroka!" With little warning, Issei wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into him as hard as he dared, his hips betraying him as they thrust into her hand until his entire world became nothing but white. Strings of fluid shot from his penis, releasing his pent-up desires. He couldn't even stop thrusting until his ejaculation finished.

"Aw, no fair! It shot across the room!" Kuroka groaned disappointedly, upset that she wasn't going to get the amount she wanted as she rubbed the stuff in her hand around like it was lotion. "Oh well. I can just squeeze another one out of you."

Her moist tongue crept out of her mouth to lick the palm of the hand previously jacking Issei off, tasting all of him white never breaking eye contact.

'She thinks she has me wiped.' Issei thought as he panted, still coming down from his climax. 'Apparently I need to remind her whose name she screams in bed.'

"So…what your saying is…" Issei suddenly sat up so that he was perpendicular with the rest of his body, his lips mere inches from his lover's ear. "You're a horny little slut hungry for my semen. Is that right?"

The black-haired beauty could not suppress the shiver of anticipation, not from the subtle breath on her ear nor the dirty talk, but from his eyes. They now had a purple iris with a black slit for a pupil that wasn't there before.

They were the eyes of a dragon god… and it was turned on, ready for sexual revenge.

That thought alone got her juices flooding the sheets. She couldn't help but feel the pounding of a drum in her chest as Issei got on all four and crawled on top of her, butterflies fluttering in her stomach as she watched him take his position, smiling that same cocky smile that never failed to get her going.

By now, she was certain of two things: that her favorite underwear was completely drenched, and that she was in for one of the better rides of her life.

Before she could even begin to formulate the slightest response, her yukata was ripped open, falling to the sides to reveal the bountiful busts and slim waist it held within. The beautiful personification of perfection itself lay beneath him, eager to please and to be pleased.

"No bra, huh~?" That deep, sexy voice caused even more butterflies to flutter as he took in her snow white skin. The rise and fall of her well endowed chest, her arms that hung over her head; the serene, unblemished skin, the valley of her navel and the black lace panties that covered her womanhood.

Finished enjoying the view, the young dragon lowered himself onto the anticipating kitty below him, Kuroka closing her eyes and craned her lips up to meet the expected kiss. Seconds ticked by but... nothing happened. Only when she opened her eyes to see why he was hesitating did she feel the softness of his lips on her neck, a light scrape of his lips traveling along her collarbone. He continued to kiss his way up her fine skin, trailing kisses and leaving behind the occasional lick. Moans and gasps followed each and every one of his ministrations, her body fidgeting below her lover as she raked her nails across his back.

Issei soon ran out of skin to kiss, her soft hair tickling his nose and cheeks. That didn't stop his lips from continuing to march on, his nose pushing aside strands of hair that threatened to make him sneeze.

Kuroka ceased her fidgeting, the sensation on her skin dulling as her hair acted as something of a cushion, enjoying the new feeling just below her ears.

"He-Hey, that tickles." She felt a hand come up and cup the back of her head, running its fingers through her hair is if it was his own. The other hand traveled south, past her exposed bust, past her waist, past her hips, past her..!

"Mnyah!" Kuroka moaned loudly as Issei grabbed one of her more sensitive organs. "Issei~ not my tails-nya! Not already~!"

The dragon took a break in his treatment of the side of his lover's head to smugly grin down at the panting kitty below him. He had her two tails in his grasp, one tail in-between his pointer and middle finger and the other in-between his ring and pinky finger. He was slowly moving his arm up and down, making sure he was gripping just tight enough to make her know what he was doing.

"Why not your tails? I know how much you love it when I play with them." Licking his lips as he spoke, he watched as the squirming girl under him swallowed her saliva in anticipation as she barely prevented more moans from escaping the cage of her teeth and lips, her body shivering from the effort. "Would you prefer…here?"

"Nya!?" Her attention focused on her tails, she failed to notice the hand that was running through her hair grip her left ear and was currently scratching the back of the soft fur covered organ. Her body began to quiver violently as the sensations from the top and the bottom were too much for her to handle. Her hands shaped themselves into claws and fiercely scratched his back in sheer ecstasy as her legs fiercely wrapped themselves around his waist.

"Nyo! Nyo! Yes! Nyo! Nyot my tails and my ears! Nyot at the syame time~! Issei~! It feels too good~! I'm going to cum soo hard! You're going to make me gush!"

Said boy was overjoyed, he loved watching the normally composed and elegant lady convulsing below him in mind numbing pleasure. She was desperately trying to pry his hands away from her sensitive areas. However, this was not an easy task when her entire body was growing numb from the sheer amount of desire pulsing through her.

Issei was getting so hard listening to her moan and pant, pleading to be spared from this torturous pleasure assaulting her body and mind. After watching his beloved thrash about in futility below him, he decided to do something that he doesn't normally do.

"And now…" Her eyes watched in shaking disbelief as Issei slowly lowered his head to the ear that was not being massaged, not knowing how he was going to make her feel any better than she already was. "…to finish you off." As the dragon softly whispered this into her ear, he opened his mouth and welcomed the furry object into his mouth, nibbling on it with the gentleness of a butterfly while giving her tails a soft tug and accelerated his massage of her other ear.

"HA-nnnngggghhhh!" A white-hot sensation soared through her body instantly, the floodgates finally flowing free after the long build up. Biting her lips as an aroused growl forced out of her teeth, golden eyes rolling back into her head as her hips craned into the air, liquid overflowing from her underwear that had yet to be removed.

"Hah…hah…hah…" Trying to get her breath back after such an intense orgasm, the Nekomata's legs quivered slightly as her lower lips oozed liquid love onto the sheets through her panties.

"You're going to stain the sheets Kuroka." He whispered to her, knowing full well that she wasn't in the state to do anything to stop it.

"I…I can't help it…" She lightly gasped, her breath finally starting to come back to her, "You…can't just…abuse my tails and ears like that…I can't take it."

"You can't?" The dragon raised an eyebrow as he removed the last garment off of himself. "Then I wonder how you will handle this."

This? Curious as to what 'this' was, she lifted her head to see what Issei was talking about only to be met with the all too familiar rod of man meat only inches in front of her face, its pungent smell tickling her sensitive nose.

"Ready for more?" He asked her, waving his shlong in front of her face and watched her eyes follow it as if in a trance with his lips curved up. "Wet it down for me."

Eager to continue their time together, she did as she was told and accepted as much of his nine inches into her mouth as she could.

"Mn…" She slowly bobbed her head up and down his log, moaned as she took in the familiar and pleasant taste. It grew softer since she jacking him off but after watching Kuroka orgasm and the sensation of her tongue and the intensity of her suction, Issei was rock hard and ready to go in no time.

"That is enough beautiful." He told his cute little kitty, running his hand through her hair only to trail off to the side and cup her cheek. Her cheeks reddening from being called beautiful and the soft touch on her face, she gave him one last suck as payback before releasing his trapped appendage with a pop.

"Here," Kuroka turned her back to him and leaned forward, dividing her weight between her arms and legs and sticking her ass in the air, "give it to me."

"You want it like that?" Issei raised his eyebrow, stepping forward until he was almost brushing her opening with his manhood. The dragon looked down at the sexually distraught Nekomata as her ass begged for his dick, only to receive nothing but the tips of his fingers teasing her folds. "Didn't realize my little kitty liked it doggy-style."

Kuroka's ass twitched in pleasure from the sensation in her erotic place, wanting so much more than just having the bare edges of her folds teased. "Don't compare me to a dog." She tried to sound offended but failed miserably. "Hurry up and fuck me. My pussy is so wet and ready, it's crying for your dick!"

Sure enough, small drops of love were dripping from her opening onto the sheets. Thinking that he spent more than enough time on foreplay, he pulled his hand away and replaced it with his rock-hard schlong. Not able to wait any longer thanks to her pleading, he shifted the panties to the side and thrust his hips forward fiercely.

"Yes~! Finally…" Her back arced at the sudden surge of pleasure cause her to throw her head back in sheer ecstasy. From behind, Issei could see her fingers twitching and her arms struggling to hold up her body after a single thrust.

"I'm moving now." He warned her before setting a rather fierce rhythm with his hips, the sound of flesh smacking against flesh filled the room as Kuroka quickly bit down on a nearby pillow, refusing to let Issei hear her moan after all of the sexual torment he put her through.

'God damn pussy tease.' She thought as the dragon behind her sent wave after wave of lightning through her body. 'Turn me on, tease my body, play with my ears and tails, dirty talk me wet, and then puts it in! He hasn't even touched my girls yet!'

"Damn Kuroka! Your tighter than usual." Issei moaned as he felt the Nekomata's tight walls clamp down on his member harder than he was used to.

"Y-you don't… get to say that after… everything you did to me…nya." Kuroka, still in a state of euphoria, could also feel the difference between now and all of their other times together. After she released the poor pillow and spoke her mind, the feline creature felt Issei move his hands from her hips to her waist as a small weight came down on her back.

"I kind of like it like this." He whispered into her sensitive ears, rubbing his pointer finger in circles around her belly button as the other hand slowly dragged itself to her left breast, stroking and teasing everything except her nipple. "It means I am doing something right."

Fuck~. Kuroka's mind was getting fuzzier and fuzzier by the second, that deep and sexy voice melting her resistance like chocolate. His mischievous hands danced on her breast and waist while the skin smacking thrusts lost all rhythm and became a furious slamming, hellbent on release.

"Kuroka…Kuroka…Kuroka..!" His voice was becoming lower and raspier, signaling that he wasn't going to be able to hold on much longer. Hearing such an erotic sound from her lover's lips so close to her twitching ears, Kuroka lost all sense of control, thrusting her hips back to meet his own and twisting her hips about in blissful agony.

"Issei…Issei…me too…I'm gonna…I'm gonna..!" After hearing his wife under him also nearing orgasm, the dragon decided to give her one last surprise before finishing. Just as he was about to blow his load, he quickly grasped her tails in one hand and yanked them, pinched her left nipple that was absent from any stimulation and nipped at her neck as a playful payback for earlier.

"Gnn…" A throaty growl escaped his mouth as he released all of his pent-up desire, the sensation of the vibrations on her neck as well as the hot seed pouring into her, plus the stimulation to her ears; nipple; and tails sent her over the edge.

"ISSEI!" Unable to contain herself, Kuroka's body thrashed about below her mate. Her hands turned into claws that grasped at the sheets, her legs tightened and shook from the overwhelming pleasure as her head slammed onto the pillow repeatedly, biting it as moan after throaty moan escaped her throat.

The lightning did not leave her veins for several minutes even after her body finally calmed down, the afterglow more than enough to put her into a well welcomed slumber.

Issei, fully satisfied with the result, sat up and stood away from the bed as he licked his lips to enjoy the flavor of her skin: chocolate with a touch of mint.

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'The amount of nerves in the Nekoshou's tails and ears never ceases to amaze me.' Ophis spoke as Issei stripped down to step into the shower that came with the room. 'To derive that kind of reaction from such minimal contact…'

'From what she told me, a Nekoshou has more nerve endings in their ears that humans do, thus the heightened sensitivity. As for their tail, it is directly connected to her spine so when you give it a yank or play with it, that sensation travels throughout their entire body. Combine those with her already heightened physical senses and the number of times we did it in the past, that kind of reaction is pretty much going to be the norm.'

He turned the shower nozzle to medium hot and turned his back to the flowing water, allowing the warm liquid to envelop him.

'You don't seem finished for the night.'

Not expecting the comment, he opened his eyes to question the deity inside him only to notice his member still rock hard and ready for more. "I blame you for this." He told her. "I already had problems with my sexual stamina before you enhanced it further."

'I did not enhance it specifically.' Ophis denied. 'The desires of a dragon are not something to underestimate, especially since you already had a very large sex drive before we became one.'

"You can deny it as much as you want, I still blame you for this." He pointed a finger to his already rock-hard erection. He came twice already and still was sporting all nine inches of glory! Without drugs! At this rate, he was genuinely worried that he might break Kuroka if he stopped holding himself back.

'Well then, if you insist that I am the problem, I should take responsibility for it and soften you up a bit. Hehe.'

A black fog began to emerge from the dragon's left arm. Issei watched as a small bead of sweat traveled down his face as the fog took on the form of the True Black Dragon God of Infinity…who so happened to be kneeling before his kingdom in nothing but her birthday suit! "My turn pretty boy." She told him with a lick of her lips as she leaned forward to welcome it into her warm, wet mouth.

"Hahaha-oh shit!" Issei laughed nervously before the sensation nearly made his legs buckle. Shortly afterward, he straightened himself and looked outside a blurred glass window by his head.

'Rias…if you had only remembered, it could have been you on my bed or with me in the shower. Now, you will never have this chance.'

Now that he thought about it, he did tell Kuroka that he was going to give Rias and friends a chance to explain themselves, right? He was pretty sure it was because he stopped saying her name, but Issei never heard it directly from Rias herself. Could it be something different? Yes. Was it likely? No.

'…I'll think about that later.' He thought, turning his attention to the small dragon sucking him off passionately. 'I have to deal with the girls soon, Kendo Club and ORC both.'

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