Judge the Dystopia XI (The World of Fate)

Before time was incinerated and history ground into dust, the Demon King sat in the darkness of his castle atop his throne observing the happenings of the ruined world through his crystal ball whilst holding the Arcana Grail.  Masquerading as the King of Mages, Solomon, the incarnation of irredeemable evil held a menacing expression over his face illuminated by a small candle light.  Gilgamesh and Enkidu stood outside readying themselves for the imminent showdown to come in order to prepare for the final stages of this conquest.

Even with two of the most powerful legends recorded by the Throne of Heroes, the dark lord could not help but to grit his teeth in annoyance.  

"Avenger abandoned us and now the Queen of the Land of Shadows elects to join them.  Damn it all how is it that these fools continue escaping my clairvoyance?" he said slamming his fist down on the arm of his seat, whilst his dark crimson aura spiraled around his body.

"That damn Red Knight never ceased to inspire more vermin to stand by him!  Then so be it…I shall divide them once and for all!  Take away their king and the pawns shall crumble in the aftermath.  To that end…you shall assist me."

The King of Mages stands up from his perch.  Pushing aside his crystal ball along with letting the grail float in the endless abyss of darkness contained within the chamber, the evil being reaches out as if grasping the air around him.  A wide smile spreads across his face before the accompaniment of a bone-chilling laughter embedded in multiple voices escaped his mouth.

His body enshrouded by the dark red magic intensified around him like a hurricane as he channeled the density of his power by focusing it into a chant.  As his robes danced in the wind created by this phenomenon, the room became illuminated by the impurity of his power.

"Let silver and steel be the essence.

Let stone and the archduke of contracts be the foundation.

Let crimson be the color I pay tribute to.

Let rise a wall against the wind that shall fall.

Let the four cardinal gates close.

Let the three-forked road from the crown reaching unto the Kingdom rotate.

I hereby declare.

Your body shall serve under me.

My fate shall be your sword.

Submit to the beckoning of Ars Goetia.

If you will submit to this will and this reason…then answer!

An oath shall be sworn here!

I shall attain all virtues of all of Heaven!

I shall have dominion over all evils of all of Hell!

From the Seventh Heaven, attended to by three great words of power,

Come forth from the ring of restraints,

Protector of the Holy Balance!"

A harrowing display of light resonated within that moment extending beyond the veil of time.  A mist of dark purples and pink cascaded inside the confines of the throne room as the silhouette of a petite figure stepped out from the void.  A pale-skinned female with a small yet curvaceous body had been revealed.  Her breasts and lower region were obscured by a dangerously small set of black lingerie covered by a dark purple robe decorated with a red serpent pattern.  Dusk colored hair cropped short past her cheeks with indigo eyes, two fangs peeking from her mouth, and red eyeliner composed the features of her head and face.  Yet what was most defining of her appearance, and what was the most alluring part for Goetia, was the pair of red-tipped horns protruding from her skull.

"Ara Ara…to be called forth by the Demon King himself? To what do I owe the honor, master?" spoke the vixen in a seductive tone of voice that would render any vulnerable man weak.

"Shuten-douji, there are many origin stories surrounding your legend.  One goes that you were born on Mount Ibuki to Yamata-no-Orochi and a human girl.  Another says you descended as the Dragon King Kuzuryuu's godsend.  Regardless of what holds true, you are the offspring of a dragon god," recanted the 'man' called Solomon.

"That is correct, my master.  So? What does my heritage have to do with my being here?"

"Search the memories bestowed upon you—the truth becomes clear does it not? The one known as the Red Knight has proved himself to be as fearsome as the legends would imply," the Grand Caster reluctantly admitted pressing two of his fingers against his temple.

In response, the boss of all Oni could not help but to relinquish her infamous laughter from her seductive lips thus filling the chamber with its lustful embrace.

"Ara, Ara…you are afraid of this troublesome man, are you not?" she ultimately concluded.

"Nonsense…I merely need to take him out of the equation.  To that end, I have summoned you.  Though unrivaled in the field of battle thanks to his limitless power as Akasha's Envoy of the Crimson Dragon, Akaro's most notable weakness is his tendency to be easily enamored by the female form—…"

"Therefore, master wishes me to tame this dragon?" the Oni spoke.

"Yes…" the demon's thoughts escaped through a meek affirmation.

Shuten turned her back towards the Demon King thus beginning to let her mind dive into her collective images given to her.

"These memories…the attitude of this Akaro fellow reminds me somewhat of a certain Sakata Kintoki.  This encounter will most certainly be a delightful banquet."

Goetia only nodded before casually snapping his fingers.  The exotic Oni beauty was enveloped in cascading shades of dark purples and blacks.

"Cease thy cowardice, my master.  This dragon shall be bewitched by my beauty and consumed by it before the curtains of nightfall come to a close," Shuten declared as her delicate figure dissipated into translucent particles of light.

***** 

In another universe far removed from the effects of the dystopia that plagued Earth sat the quietness of a verdant field kissed by the gentle nature of the wind.  Empty acres of land spread far and wide over rolling plains and hills save for a lone mansion resting below the protection of a certain hilltop.  Amidst the peak of this small summit, a bolt of crimson lightning struck the surface beneath.  After the giant pillar of electricity poured down from the sky before dissipating, four presences remained:  Akaro, Francis Drake, Jalter, and Fran.  The quartet stood together on the hill overlooking the structure below.

"Oya, Oya…where are we, Nii-san?" the pirate captain inquired first as she looked around.  However, her question would go unanswered.

The Red Knight's focus had been set upon a strange purple mist that was slowly descending upon the surrounding area.

"Something's wrong here," spoke the man in a foreboding tone before he darted down the hill.

"Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" the Dragon Witch shouted aloud as she and the other two Heroic Spirits were forced to rush down into the mist.

"Nii-san…" Drake mumbled underneath her breath.

This wasn't like the Red-Eyed Hero at all.  The Rider-class pirate could attest to this.  In the 250-year period in which she fought by his side, Drake had never seen Akaro act like this.  He never rushed headlong into a situation without knowing all of the variables, unless the situation was in his favor.  To see him on edge like this signified the seriousness of the situation at hand.  As a result, she and her companions could only hope that the situation would not escalate beyond their control.

Soon after, Akaro's party found themselves standing directly ahead of the manor's main entrance.  Four stories tall designed with the state-of-the-art material that money could buy in the 21st century.  Yet even with all of the sensational decoration and work put into its construction, it still gave off a haunted house vibe given the atmosphere.  Even with this grim demeanor, the trio of heroines couldn't help but to marvel at the sight.  Though, the culture shock would have to wait as the pirate captain demonstrated by cutting to the heart of the issue at hand.

"Nii-san, we're waitin' on an explanation…" Drake said as she folded her arms and tapped her foot. 

"Well…Akame and I used this place as a retirement home before the situation with the Architect; however, the Arcana Grail War forced us back into action.  Two centuries have passed for us who fought in the Arcana Grail War, but it seems the time axis of this world goes by a lot slower," the man elected to explain.

"So that means-…"

"About six months to a year has passed in this world," Akaro concluded thus finishing the pirate's thought.  The Dragon Witch shuddered off to the side before speaking her mind.

"What's with this fog though?  It feels…strange.  The more we stand around here, the more my vision starts tunneling..."

"No kiddin', it feels like we're slowly gettin' drunk just from breathin' in this purple juice," Drake retorted.

"Uaah…" Fran murmured quietly.

It was at this point that Akaro placed his hands on the surface of the door and gently pushed open the entrance leading to the main living hall of the massive estate.

"Standing around won't do us any good," he remarked before turning to his companions, "Let's rest up for a while.  We can't afford to be lagging behind when we fight Goetia."

The female trio nodded collectively as they went to step into the household behind their escort.  However just as they lifted their feet to cross the threshold into the humble abode, the air around them suddenly shifted.  The strange mist that they waded through had this intoxicating aroma that was lulling their senses, but this feeling was transfixed by an aura of dread.

The atmosphere became encapsulated within a hollow chilling breeze that crawled down each of their spines.  It was as if something reached out from the bowels of darkness and penetrated their very souls thus seizing their ability to breathe.  Fear, anticipation, loneliness…all of these emotions had conflagrated together into a single presence that had been looming inside.  Being compelled by the innate curiosity to investigate the source, the silenced group of women gazed inside the manor up the overlooking flight of stairs waiting within.  In that next moment, their eyes fell upon a silhouette that took the shape of an angel with dark wings freshly descended from the heavens above.

Appearing like an acolyte of death, the figure began to march down the steps one after the other before revealing itself to be a woman that was affiliated with the Red Knight.  She had smooth, pale white skin and long jet black hair that extended down her back thus grazing her wings.  These features contrasted against her voluptuous body and hourglass figure that extended the grace of being a mature and elegant beauty that surpassed measure.  The heroines at the doorway could not help but to gasp in awe as they observed the mysterious deity approaching.  Their exasperation had melded with their curiosity; though the fear in their hearts only magnified tenfold.  As her crimson irises came into view, her identity became clear as day.

"Just when I thought this day couldn't possibly get any stranger, Heroic Spirits come and knock on my door," the divine presence spoke before retracting her dark wings inside her back in a flash.

"This pressure…is stronger than when I met Goetia," Jalter mumbled in a quiet gasp.

"Uuuh…." Fran moaned in a concurring tone whilst a bead of sweat traveled down her forehead.

Unafraid of the woman, Akaro stepped forward away from the group and walked straight up to the female stopping just before her as she reached the bottom of the staircase.  His expression had softened upon her visage filling his crimson gaze.  In relation, the woman whom held a strict yet emotionless expression had also changed with her demeanor. Both red-eyed individuals shared a moment of silence before embracing one another.

"Akaro…" she uttered.

Words need not escape from his lips as she sensed every bit of pain and agony that had swelled up within the male's heart.

"How long has it been for you?" she questioned.

"Far too long…Akame," he admitted with a breath of relief.

The taller gentleman had then leaned down slightly whilst the female moved her head up, their lips interlocking for a kiss.  Upon contact, that light touch sent shivers down his spine thus causing the nerves throughout his whole body to tremble.  Though the gentleness and careful nature of the kiss received by her was appreciated, that was not what he desired—not this delicateness after more than a century of being apart.  

Instead, he pulled himself harder against her letting his tongue slide inside her mouth.  In that moment, Akame's tongue was overpowered by his as the two oral appendages wrestled against each other.  The dark angel had relinquished a soft moan from this action.  However, the knight was too entranced in the act as his hands slid down her back and unapologetically groped both his beloved's butt cheeks.  Before the stimulation would grow to be too much, the woman had to place one hand against the man's broad chest and the other upon his cheek to get him to stop.  Akaro then paused and leaned back a few inches as a small strand of saliva had broken between the pair.

"Ah! Not here…slow down a bit," Akame managed to speak between heated breaths.

Akaro diligently took a step back giving his wife a chance to regain her composure.  What seemed like an eternity of passionate exchange between the two was only about 30 seconds or so in real time.  

"Whew…sorry about that, got a bit too excited there," he spoke whilst giving way to his trademark smile.  Meanwhile, a coughing noise came from behind the male as the trio of heroines elected to carefully approach them.  Sensing this, Akaro turned around to address them.

"Ah…yeah introductions are a thing.  Well given what you just witnessed, I'm sure you can figure out that this here is my wife.  Her name is Akame, though known by many as the Celestial Goddess of Death," he quickly explained.

"Oho Nii-san, you're quite popular with the ladies ain't cha?" Drake cheesed with a grin before turning her attention to the woman in question.

"So you're the legendary Red-Eyed Killer from Night Raid, eh? Nii-san's told us quite a bit about ya in passin'.  Damn girl I thought you'd be some tiny teenager, but ya got thick in all the right places after ya hooked up with this one huh?" the pirate expressed thus wasting no time to start her barrage of inquiries.

"That's Francis Drake for you…blunt beyond measure," Akaro sighed.  Nevertheless, his wife didn't seem to mind this.

"You could say that.  Though, my growth has more so to do with my strict training regimen," Akame responded with a calm, neutral expression and tone.

"Oho? Then ya oughta sign me up!"

"So…is this weird mist a result of one of your abilities?" Jalter voiced her thoughts cutting to an issue that was not addressed.  Upon hearing her speak, Akame's eyes locked upon the woman's location.

"Hmm…the saint in a darkened form?" she asked softly to herself, placing a finger over her chin whilst doing so.

"Curious eh? Well as far as I know she was created by the grail to resemble Jeanne, but she turned out to be her own person.  Jeanne Alter is her technical name, though calling her 'Jalter' is just easier," Akaro clarified taking note of his wife's movements.

"Interesting…but to answer your question—no, this mist is something different and is not under my control.  Before too much of it drifts inside, we should close the doors and head further inside the manor.  After all, standing around here won't do us any good."

"Yeah, we can worry about getting further acquainted later," the Red Knight agreed.

"Uh!" Fran concluded the conversation with an affirmative grunt.

Taking heed to her words, the women carefully stepped inside at last as the doors of the home close off behind them.  Instantly, the lights of the home flick on to illuminate their surroundings.  The foyer of the house has a massive chandelier hanging from the ceiling as family portraits hang on the walls.  Red velvet lines the stairwell in which the angel had descended earlier.  Akame invites the group upstairs so that they all could relax.

Upon reaching the second floor, a sitting area compiled of leather furniture is set out in a massive L-shape in the room.  Coupled with marble-topped end tables and an enormous 100-inch flat screen television, this area was arranged much like a home theater.  In no time at all, the pirate and the science experiment of the group jumped at the chance of taking a load off.

"Woaahhhhh," Fran let out her voice as she laid down on one of the larger couches thus enjoying the cold yet pleasant and firm feeling of leather against her skin.  Meanwhile, Drake plopped a squat nearby reclining in her seat to relax her back.

"Nii-sannnn, I didn't know you had such a nice crib!" she sighed in amazement.

Akaro scratched his cheek yielding a small smile of amusement at the pair.

"Well Akame and I were fortunate enough to earn a lot out of our adventures here," he commented.

"Are you sure we're safe here?" Jalter asked carefully as she approached an empty spot on one of the other couches before seeking to sit.

"At the moment we should be.  The mist downstairs doesn't seem capable of reaching this area," the knight answered.

Suddenly the conversation is cut short as the gentle snoring sounds of Drake and Fran fill the room.  Seeing this, Jalter held a hypothesis.

"Hum…it seems the mana provided by the Arcana Grail doesn't reach us all the way out here," the female analyzed before uttering a tired sigh.

"Rest up.  Whoever's behind this mist won't show their face with all of us around," the Red-Eyed Hero reassured the Dark Saint as he walked over to her location, casually reached down and patted her head.

"M-Mou…if Akaro-sama insists…-err, I mean…don't pat my head like that, dummy!" the Dragon Witch pursed her lips and made a puffy expression with her cheeks.

"I see you have a liking for the 'tsun persona' just like your sister.  You and Adena must really be related," Akame bluntly expressed off to the side.

"….You're not wrong," Akaro shrugged with a guilty smile.

It wasn't long before Jalter succumbed to a deep slumber for the sake of preserving her mana.  With all three Heroic Spirits essentially comatose, Akame and Akaro elect to head towards another stairwell similar to the last one.  They ascended the ornamented wooden steps only to walk down a small hallway to their royal bedroom.

Reaching the double-glazed doorway, the husband pushes open the entrance and crosses the threshold to enter into the space where a massive king-sized bed awaited.  Dazzled with alluring red sheets and matching blankets, the luxurious room and all of its extraneous details were largely obscured due to the dim lighting.  Focused only on the soft surface that awaited him, Akaro merely walked towards the resting location with his wife just a small pace behind him.

The Red-Eyed Hero removed his dark jacket and white shirt.  As the articles of clothing dropped towards the floor, the fabrics dissipated into red particles of magical dust on impact.  The hardened build of the tired warrior was revealed to the maiden lingering behind as she bored witness to the mark upon her lover.

The Crimson Dragon—that was the mark that had been ingratiated on his right arm leading up to his shoulder and down a small part of his back.  The woman marveled at this visage before grabbing her love's hand then feeling up the tattoo.  She instantly figured out what the marking had meant.

"An Envoy…" she murmured in astonishment.  The female then ran her fingers across the surface along the tattoo.  The texture was akin to a deep scar, almost as if was meticulously burnt into his skin.

"It's ironic…the Red Knight who gave Kimiko the trials that would ultimately lead her to a goddess' destiny ended up having to prevail against Akasha's trials in the end.".

"Guess the student became the master huh?" Akaro humored the idea whilst the death goddess continued to feel up his marking before embracing her beloved.

"I would've been there for you in a heartbeat—but I'm certain Kimiko wanted you to prevail on your own merit," she whispered softly into his ear with an apologetic tone before locking her hips against his once more.

***** 

Far removed from the eyes of others and in complete privacy, the married couple was left free to do whatever they pleased.  Centuries without holding each other or feeling the warmth of one another had built up an insatiable longing that were in desperate need of satisfaction.  Capitalizing on the current circumstances that they found themselves in, Akaro and Akame had fully committed themselves to catching up on releasing their long-standing tension.

Akame wasted no time in casting aside her normal admiral-like outfit.  Using her dark aura, she forced the fibers of her clothing to dissolve from her body thus revealing her naked hourglass frame whilst mounting her lover.  Akaro's strong hands had grasped her hips as his warmth was transferred to her soft skin.  Locking eyes with one another, the two began to get lost in a trance of their desires.

The Red-Eyed Killer dove downward in a swift motion as her tongue invaded the mouth of her husband.  In a complex entanglement much like the double-helix shape of DNA, their tongues had battled against each other for control as they shared a heated kiss.  Akame held one hand against Akaro's shoulder while the other slid down his body towards his pants running over his crotch area.  As she began to rub that spot, it was not long before something responded which yielded a growing bulge in that location underneath her slit.

To tease him, the woman had grinded her hips over his pelvic area allowing the moisture of her womanhood to trickle against the manhood obscured by fabric.  As she pulled herself up against the body of the male, she severed the kiss between them with additional strands of saliva breaking off between their mouths. Her mounds of flesh had jiggled before his gaze as she took her left hand and presented her breasts with the suggestion of what he should do next.

Taking that hint, Akaro graciously leans his head forward towards her bust as she pressed her chest against his face.  In that moment, the hero began kissing the surface of her soft hills as he switched from the left one then to the right.  He brought his hands up from her hips and groped her supple bosom thus kneading his hands into them like he was messing with dough to bake bread.  As he did this, he opened his mouth slowly before letting his tongue trace along her skin down to her nipple.  Teasing her by using a spiral motion of his oral muscle around the areola, he would then begin to suckle on the nub like an infant.

Soft, sensual noises of delight resonated from Akame's lips as she felt her lover play with her ample bosom and suckle on her protruding tips.  While taking pleasure in that sensation, her hand sought to explore the man's body by running down towards his pelvic area. Ceasing her hip movements, the woman undid the button on his pants and unzipped them carefully feeling the spots where her nectar dripped upon.  From there, she pulled at the hem of his undergarments along with his pants and inched them down on either side.  She lifted up her lower half a bit to move out the way so she could do this before lowering it once again over the man's left thigh.

Finding what she was looking for, the female discovered the pulsing, cylindrical object that was her husband's manhood.  The lower extremity was growing in anticipation at an alarming rate now that it was partially free from the pants that hampered its progress. Seeing the head of it, the woman took her fingers and gently flicked the sensitive tip before lightly tracing her fingers down its length and running back up again.  This tickling feeling caused a slight groan to be relinquished from the male whilst continuing to swap back and forth between her nipples.

She quietly cooed another delighted moan over the treatment she had been receiving; however, she was not satisfied with just this.  As she eyed her lover's partially restrained manhood, an idea came to her mind.

She leaned forward to smother the face of her husband with her ample bosom for a brief moment bringing the man's head close to her heart in a kinky embrace.  After a few seconds, she pulled away from his face to give him some air.

"Hey…" he uttered in protest, but his lips were immediately silenced by hers.

"Shh, don't talk.  Your tongue would serve me better elsewhere.  Lie back, and don't move," she commanded with a small smile.

The woman then readjusted her position by turning her body a full 180-degrees.  She was hunched over the man's crotch area while her own lower portion of her body was hovering over his face.  Entering the infamous 69 position, Akame was seeking to entice mutual stimulation they could share together to reach climax.

"These need to go," the Red-Eyed Killer declared before touching the hem of the man's pants causing them to dissolve into dust alongside the undergarments.  As she did this, the manhood of the Red-Eyed Hero was left unimpeded as it sprung to left swelling with joy.

"Now then," she said taking hold of it gently, "It's been awhile since I've had a chance to handle this blade.  Oh…and you can get to work now."

In the Red Knight's view, he could see the supple roundness of his wife's peach-like rear end. As he reached up to grab hold of her soft cheeks, the woman had suddenly pushed her hips down thus forcing his lips to make contact with her womanhood.  He had heard her words about getting to work and quickly recalled the job she wanted his tongue to do.  Therefore, he sought to immediately do as she asked.  Very rarely did his wife manage to take control of their intimate sessions; however, when she did…it was usually because her desire for intimacy was far greater than his in that particular moment.

Akaro still placed his hands on his wife's ass regardless kneading his palms into her plump rear just like he did with her breasts.  The sound of his lips kissing her lower lips had echoed from underneath her like a loud clap in a cave.  It wasn't long before the man let his tongue escape from behind his lips thus tracing the outside of her slit to get a sample of the juices that leaked out.  As her sweet flavor coated his taste buds, he swabbed her lips before prodding the tip of his tongue against her clit trying to seek entry inside.

"Aha…there you go…" Akame hiked a noise of approval as the feeling crawled up her spine directly to her brain.  She was already becoming entranced by the man's oral detail; however, she was not about to let him outperform her.

Stroking his meat that was expanding more and more in size by the second, the Red-Eyed Killer leaned forward and licked the tip of his length.  She did laps around the head with her tongue in slow circles before taking it inside of her mouth.  As she let her saliva trickle out and coat the mighty object, she would pull the thing out of her trap to lather her lover's rod up with her stroking before taking it back down again.  She repeated this action again and again before sucking it at a consistent pace.

Akaro's tongue began to invade his wife's valley.  The stimulation that he felt from his wife's technique with her mouth was appreciated, but he could not afford to be selfish by thinking of only himself.  As such, he began to use his tongue to dive inside her vagina.  It wasn't long before that oral muscle became like a vehicle passing through a tunnel…a moist tunnel at that.  Diving into her depths, he skillfully maneuvered his muscle against her inner walls.  

Feeling the warmth of her husband's soft tongue exploring her depths, Akame relinquished a heavier moan of pleasure causing her to hold her head back a moment to savor the feeling.  It was then that she went back to using her mouth to please her man until she decided to step up her game.  Seeing as much of the large phallus had been coated with her saliva, the female took hold of her breasts and sandwiched the meat between them.  From here, she applied a bit of pressure to grip the manhood between them and began to use her soft pillows to stroke her husband.

"Goodness, it seems like you haven't lost your vigor," Akame commented in regards to her husband's size.  The thick, pulsing object had completely dominated the valley of her cleavage leaving just enough room for her bust to wrap around it.  However, there was still at least a third of his cock protruding from the top of her warm hilltops which was just enough for her to suck on.

As the two lovers adjusted to their position, they sought to satisfy each other using their respective tools of the trade.  Akame intensified the pressure of her tits around her husband's cock whilst sucking over the head.  Akaro freely traversed his wife's insides by snaking his tongue through like a train passing through a tunnel.  Both of them kept up with each other in a tandem rhythm gradually increasing the pace as the minutes passed.

For the Red-Eyed Hero, he felt his excitement build as the contents contained within his sack had begun to well up in his shaft.  This was demonstrated by a sticky bead of viscous liquid welling at the crown of his pillar before leaking inside his wife's mouth.  Meanwhile, the Red-Eyed Killer's opening secreted her love juices like a stream running past her lover's tongue and directly into his mouth.  The couple was getting a sample of each other's flavor which hinted at the possibility of a mutual climax.

Akaro managed to navigate to his wife's g-spot by use of his tongue alone.  Before attacking that spot, he squeezed his wife's thick rear end before inching his thumb between the cheeks thus prodding her back entrance.  It was here that he took advantage of doing that in combination with assaulting her weak spot inside her vagina to give her maximum pleasure.

"Aha~…" the woman released a higher pitch yelp as the unexpected invasion of her ass caused her to stop sucking on the manhood between her breasts. Adding in the attack on her g-spot caused the female to release an even louder moan of bliss.

"AHAAAN!"

As that noise filled the room, the juices sprung from her womanhood poured down into her husband's mouth like a waterfall thus signifying her climax.  Like a wave of a cool refreshing breeze running over a person on a hot day, Akame was left panting in relief for a moment.  She was still massaging her breasts against that anxious rod, but she slowed her pace to catch herself.  However since she only raised her hips a bit, Akaro still attacked her by using his fingers to rub her insides.

"A-Akaro…" she gasped in surprise.

"Heh, heh," the man chuckled softly.

It was here that she grew a little mad at her man for taking advantage.  Therefore, she responded by vigorously stroking her husband's meat with her breasts while wrapping her tongue around the tip.

"Hnng…damn…" he grunted in a strained tone of voice as the friction shot straight to his brain.  Akame continued to barrage the man in this manner until she felt it throbbing between her tits.

"Babe…I'm gonna…."

The woman ignored the man continuing her onslaught knowing exactly what was going to happen.  She stroked and sucked using her breasts and mouth respectively just until he was about to blow his load.  Just when her husband's climax was about to occur, Akame's next move was planned out.

She gripped the base of her husband's cock to prevent him from releasing his load with her left hand.  With her right hand, she plucked a single strand of hair from her head and transformed it into a red ribbon.  Using said piece of silk, she tied it around the place she was gripping and placed a "lock" on it thus cutting off the ability to climax.

"What the…." Akaro echoed in surprise.

"Fufu…" the woman chuckled deviously before rolling away from her man thus escaping the grasp of his touch for a period of time.

The Red-Eyed Hero was left speechless as he felt the sudden pain of being unable to cum.  Looking down, he could see a strange aura emanating from the base of his shaft.  Just as he reached down, a sharp pain ran down his back as Akame pinched his arm.

"Nope, you're not allowed to cum," she warned while waving her index finger from side to side.

"Babe…n-no fair…come on now…" he tried to argue.

"Oh you'll get your chance, but I want it all in here…" she said as she sat at the end of the bed and spread her legs to reveal her sopping wet pussy.

"First, you need to finish a bit of a challenge."

The woman hopped off of the bed and sat on top of a large dresser on the opposite side of the room.  From there, she began to channel her powers under her role as 'Death' to a degree.  Black and purple energy wafted from her body before spilling onto the floor of the couples' bedroom.  Snapping her fingers, the energy began to form a vortex on the floor.  From it, two silhouettes emerged.

The first girl had a delicate and petite body.  She had fair skin, black eyes and black hair tied into pig tails.  The other female had a more robust, bustier figure with curvier hips.  She had medium-length, pale blue hair and silver eyes.  Both women were clad in silky black night gowns that adhered to their respective body types.  As their consciousness came to fruition, their minds were filled with the purpose they were summoned for thanks to being servants of the Angel of Death.  In addition, the memories they each possessed when they were alive was returned to them to add an amusing flair for the moment.

"Well, well, hey there big sis. I never thought I'd get to see you again.  Has it really been so long since you beheaded me? You look so much older…despite being in that present condition of yours," the female with the petite body spoke up.

"I see your dismissive attitude hasn't changed a bit, Kurome," Akame sighed as she locked eyes with her sister.

"Well you know…one of us was bound to end up killed by the other.  Why bother changing over that fact?"

"Yes, you wanted to make me a puppet, yet here you are under my control."

"An ironic twist of fate sis, that's for sure.  I'd ask why you summoned your dearly departed sister for, however I see my task ahead of me.  You're into some weird stuff in your old age Onee-chan~~."

"At least I have my head on straight."

That comment silenced the female for a moment rendering her unable to deliver a witty comeback.  Instead, she just cleared her throat and turned to face her former ally.

"Yuki, long time no see," the girl nodded.

"Yeah…good to see you as well," the former archer scratched her cheek before her eyes wandered around the room then they landed on a certain naked man on the bed.

"Oh my, this one really does look like a more rugged version of Raizo…"

"Ho…so this is the man who managed to captivate the heart of my beloved sister?  Interesting…very interesting indeed…"

The two women were compelled to saunter over towards the target of their impending affections.  Like two succubi that have stumbled upon their next meal, the servants given a brief stint of a second chance in life had approached the man from both sides of the bed.

"Hey…babe, what's all this about? Your sister and the sloppy seconds of the Blood Wolves aren't exactly what I had in mind here," the male uttered in protest.

"Don't worry love; they're both inconsequential pawns in this little game.  Satisfy my puppets without feeling the need to climax and I'll let you cum home.  Simple as that~" Akame proposed whilst playing with herself to entice the senses of her husband.

"Just these two? Please, I'll get through them in no time."

Without further delay as if sparked by that provocation, the first of the pair attacked.  Kurome had pushed Akaro down by a little nudge on the chest and proceeded to mount him.  The Red-Eyed Hero's manhood was still raging with enthusiasm despite of the little distraction that just took place.  She lifted the hem of her night gown to reveal the small opening of her womanhood as she rubbed it against the tip.

"Let's see if you're worthy of my big sister, Onii-chan~"

The smaller statured female straddled herself overtop the crown of the man's pillar.  She reached down with her right hand and gripped it to guide it inside her tiny honeypot.  From there, she began to push herself down on it with a smug grin on her face.  However, something quickly erased that cocky grin.

"W-What…the…"

As the tip pierced her, she soon discovered that the girth of the man's shaft was beginning to spread her entrance open thus making her realize that she was in over her head.  Akaro's mighty stick was much bigger than she was previously anticipating which she soon found out as she felt her insides forcing it open to accommodate.

"Aha…w-wait…hang on, I need…"

"Heh, so much for that confidence," Akaro chuckled as he reached up and gripped the sides of her waist.  As he did this, he found a proper angle with his pelvis and thrusted straight up in one go.

"HNNNNGHH?!!!" Kurome gritted her teeth whilst moaning in a higher pitched tone.

She felt as if she was being split in two as the throbbing thing attached to the man she was supposed to court was forcefully driven inside her chambers in one push.  Pain mixed with pleasure had assailed the mind of the once delicate girl.  The shock had numbed her senses and completely erased her thoughts for a moment. As she gasped over the feeling of this motion, only one statement could form with her muddled words.

"Y-You're…so much better than W-Wave…" she confessed.  The memories of the time she shared together with the youth in black armor that fought alongside her had rummaged through her mental vision.  This included the times in which they shared intimacy; however, this single action from Akaro had shattered all of that thus causing her to well up with an indescribable feeling of bliss.

"So…good, I can't…hold it!"

From this, Kurome had sprayed her love nectar just by the insertion alone.  With her climax, her spirit was thoroughly satisfied.  In that moment, her body resonated with a dark pink aura before scattering into dust.

"Impressive my love, you really do have quite the touch," Akame complimented with a small smile watching the show before her.

"Yeah…one down, one to go," Akaro said as he turned his sights towards Yuki.

"Heh, my turn eh? Don't think it will be that easy, though I'm praying you can make me feel that much joy," the girl chuckled.

"Heh, coming from the bitch that stabbed my little brother in the back…you should be grateful that you're getting this much from me," the Red-Eyed Hero declared.

"So aggressive…well just so you know, I'm well aware of what a spear can do~"

"Yeah, that's how you were killed," Akame mocked off to the side.

Before Yuki could even utter a retort, the Crimson Envoy took advantage of her distracted mindset and used his speed perks to quickly zip behind her.  He pushed her over onto her hands and knees and tore away the bottom portion of her gown.

"Aha…damn….I like it rough," Yuki smirked slyly still putting on a confident face.

"We'll see about that," the male smirked.

Without any further delay, he grabbed a hold of her ass on both sides and spread her cheeks exposing her holes to his view.  With his pulsing manhood, he hovered the thing above the area he would strike thus taking aim.

"Show-…meyaahh?!! AHHHHAAA!!!"  Yuki was about to say before crying out in lustful agony.

Akaro had skillfully maneuvered his cock to where he shoved the entirety of his shaft deep inside her unprepared anus down to the base.

"A bitch like you deserves this."

As the muscular man began to thrust inside her tight hole, Yuki's eyes had rolled back in her head as a stupefied expression permeated her face.  Her mouth gaped open as saliva trickled out from the corner of her lips in response to this feeling.  Akaro slammed his hips against her ruthlessly causing the sound of his pelvis crashing against her ass to echo throughout the room.  It wasn't long until she shared the same fate as Kurome disappearing the moment she was satisfied.

"Aquilo…can't even…do this for me," her words leaked out before she faded away into nothingness.

Now it was just the married couple in this room once again.  Akaro turned to his wife with a hungering expression for more thinking that he finally earned a ticket to his prize.

"Sorry baby, but it's not going to be that easy," Akame said before snapping her fingers once again.

Just like before, silhouettes of women appeared from the netherworld clad in black, silk gowns as Kurome and Yuki did.  This time, there were seven new beings materializing before Akaro's eyes; each one had a different body type than the other.  As the Envoy sat at the foot of the bed, his thing was still raging stronger than ever whilst studying his next opponents.

To begin with their appearances, the first girl was a young lady of a slender build with some curvy charm to her.  She had blonde curly hair with twin drills cascading downward on both sides and yellow eyes.  The dress clung to her body showcasing that she possessed a decent-sized bust that was developing faster than her other feminine assets; yet she wasn't without her pleasant charm.

The next girl was one with short cut, brown hair decorated with a yellow ribbon that had one bow tied on each side of her head.  She had brown eyes, pale skin, and also featured a relatively endowed bust with a small waist.  Though she was shorter than the first girl by a few inches, one could tell from her face that she had quite the personality—one that was bright, bossy, and blunt.

The third female was yet another blonde-haired female.  She had her hair bound in a braided bun with a few bangs going down her face on either side.  The black silk adhered more to her shape giving her a more refined hourglass figured.  She wasn't as well curved as Akame, yet she still had a nice figure.  Unlike the two females before, the pale skinned female was much older and had a more regal atmosphere to her.  She was one who carried more pride in herself due to her status that she had once when she was alive.  Her haughtiness and demeanor was rather difficult to forget as the green-eyed female was actually familiar to the man on the bed. 

The fourth woman was a female with purple hair that was tied into braided twin-tails and had calming blue eyes.  Her dress was considerably tighter to her delicate shape as her bust seemed to protrude outward more than the other women a bit.  She had a slight resemblance to a certain arch angel in Elysium, like she could be a distant cousin or something; however, she was clearly one of those that had a kinder, gentler appeal to them.

The fifth female had a bombshell body.  She was thicker along the hips and possessed a bust-size that was double the size of all the women that came before her so far.  Violet-colored eyes and long, straight, sandy blonde hair bound in a ponytail by a blue ribbon off to the side of her head with vanilla skin were her physical traits aside from the visible voluptuousness that was conveyed by the dress she was wearing.  The girl with the fresh young face and the upbeat personality was already blushing deeply as she nervously looked towards the man in front of her.

The sixth girl was yet another delicate flower with a petite body.  She was a young woman with shoulder-length, dark brown hair and crimson eyes.  She didn't possess any standout curves or anything since her body was still developing; however, she was still a cute female. The black silk cut around her body gently. It adhered to her younger curves much like a dress for prom than a piece of lingerie.  Her flat chest still held a charming appeal as she clutched her hand over her chest.  She held boldness in her eyes, but deep inside one could see the shyness of an innocent maiden.  Normally, this female would prefer to wear a witches' outfit since she boasted significant talents as a mage and an eyepatch to add spice to her appearance.  In this case however, all she was allowed to sport was the sharp pointed hat to compliment her attire.

Lastly there was a woman that stood out from the rest by an abnormal alpha-like, fierce presence alone.  She had long bluish-purple hair that hung down to her waist with bangs that draped just over her red eyes.  One strand of her hair curled the other way, yet that never curbed her dominant presence one bit.  Especially given the abnormal array of abilities she possessed once upon a time.  She had the biggest bust out of everyone present and had the most cleavage showing as a result while having a sort of thickness to her curves as well.  With a vivacious and ever-inquisitive personality, the woman stood there studying the subject before her.

"Mami Tomoe, Haruhi Suzumiya, Nero Claudius, Nep…I mean—Purple Heart, Mai Kawakami, Megumin, and Medaka Kurokami, you all know exactly why you are here so get to work," Akame called out the names of the women in the respective order before giving them their orders.

"You're really trying to test me, aren't ya babe?" Akaro sighed briefly whilst rubbing his chin.

"I told you that it was all a part of my game," the death maiden uttered with a sly tone of voice.

"Being called out of nowhere for something so demeaning…meh, I suppose this could amount to some interesting research for the lost files of the SOS Brigade," Haruhi tilted her head to the side observing the man before her.

"Oh my, I didn't think I would be resurrected for something like this," Mami spoke softly with a reserved smile.

The two women approached their target ever so casually compelled by their urges as well by the power infused in the cores of their temporary existence.  The young women elected to approach Akaro at the same time as Haruhi sat on his left while Mami sat on the right.  Entranced by their desires, the two women caressed either side of the Red-Eyed Hero's powerful frame becoming engrossed by his build.  In addition, these girls elected to grab his manhood and stroke it together.

"All right…heh, let's not waste any more time then," Akaro smirked.  

He reached with his right arm and grabbed Mami up before pushing Haruhi to the side onto the bed to give him some room.  Spreading his legs further apart, the man hiked up the blonde's dress with his free right hand while positioning the girl with his left.  In that blur of motion, Mami reflexively spread her legs apart as the red-eyed male forced her to take a seat.  With that, his cock penetrated her womanhood in one go as they assumed the lotus position bulldozing his way through her tight entrance hitting her womb.  

"G-gaahya?!" a confused moan escaped her lips.  Her mind had frozen in place from the impact as her insides were suddenly expanded to that degree.  All of her spots that she never knew about to make herself feel good were struck simultaneously.  An incomprehensible wave of delight washed over her before she disappeared.

"Next," Akaro stated before turning over to Haruhi.  The Red-Eyed Hero was gradually succumbing to his desires, thus his mind was only focused on clear these 'obstacles' before he could seize his wife as a prize.  He was determined to knock down one after the other without giving these women a chance to think twice just so he could reach his goal.

The brunette had swallowed her saliva nervously unsure of what was going to come next.  Before she could come up with a witty quip, she found herself being pinned down on her back with her legs spread apart and the man looming over top of her.  Her eyes widened in surprise as she felt her heart skip a beat.  

"T-This is not a very moe situation…" Haruhi criticized with a shaky voice.

"Moe is overrated anyways.  Nothing is cuter than an ahegao face," Akaro shot back.

"Wh-what?"

Before she would have a chance to ready for what was to come, she felt her womanhood punctured by the man's strong cylindrical muscle and the pit of her stomach feel full.  She was the daring female with the greatest sense of adventure in her high school, one who never shied away from whatever she wanted to do.  Impulsive, selfish, vivacious, unpredictable, eccentric and so on were many words that could describe the mischievous female that was Haruhi Suzumiya.  Yet she never would have predicted that she would be caught in a situation like this.

The expansion of her deepest parts was an experience she never thought she would understand.  For one who believed in the existence of aliens, this was the kind of invasion that she had not accounted for. As her senses dulled, the compulsion took hold of her senses causing her eyes to roll back.  Her mouth gapped open with her tongue leaking out to the side as panting noises seeped out.  Without any further delay, that first penetration experience was enough for her to fade away instantly.

"It seems like your prowess has not waned a single bit since our last encounter," another blonde female called out swishing her hips from side to side as she approached the bed.

Akaro had rolled back over to face his next 'opponent'.  To that extent, he came face to face with an old ally in the Emperor of Roses—Nero Claudius.  The 5th Caesar of the great Roman Empire, a tyrant whose love for beauty knew no bounds, that was her legacy.  The memories of the war on the Moon Cell came back to him for a brief period involving the time he spent with her and the master that they were both contracted to.

"Yeah, it really has been a long time.  Rather amusing that we run into one another in this situation," Akaro chuckled to himself.

"Umu.  Let us not waste further time reminiscing of the past.  I long to feel your touch once again," the beautiful ruler smiled sensually.

As she stood before the man at the foot of his bed, she turned around and lifted her skirt revealing her gorgeously sculpted ass.  She reached back and spread her cheeks revealing her lewd holes, her womanhood sopping wet with anticipation.  Akaro's length throbbed with a hunger for more as he prodded the thing against her rubbing his shaft between her cheeks to tease.  After that bit of play, she raised herself up and let the man insert the tip between her lower lips.  Then she proceeded to take a seat eating up the meat inch by inch.

Akaro grabbed Nero's hips and guided her down as she did this.  His mighty pillar opening up the familiar grounds once again as his shape expanded her insides.  Using her legs, she began to bounce up and down on that thick rod moaning softly with every movement.  Unlike the females before, Nero held on a little longer because of the personal connection that she shared with the Red Knight.  The pair moved together in unison as the friction built up from the shaft grinding against the walls of the female.  As the speed increased, Nero found herself experiencing the bliss of an orgasm.

"Umuuuu this is what I've longed to feel again! Noble Red Knight, you truly are a Praetor worthy of my body…" Nero moaned happily as she leaned back and placed her hand on Akaro's face before giving him a kiss.  After that, she disappeared in a golden light of joy.

"Who's next?" Akaro eyed the other females knowing he was thinning the herd.  The vice around his cock was causing him a bit of pain as he felt himself strongly desiring the need to cum.  He needed to last a little bit longer before he was allowed to unleash everything he had with his wife.  The anticipation was agonizing and the frustration of it all was causing his instincts to take over.

The one known as Purple Heart had silently stepped forward at that moment.  She had a confident yet anxious smile whilst sauntering her way over to the man knowing what was to come next.  As Akaro looked at the female up and down, he didn't even wait for her to open her mouth for a few choice words.  In a flash via his superior speed, he had her stripped naked and laying on her side on the bed.

Lying behind her with a smirk on his face, the male hiked up her left leg in the air like a pair of scissors.  From there, he inserted his cock inside her tight pussy all the way down to his base.

"Hyaah…mah..goddesshhhh pusseh is…aahhhhnnn~" the female purple hair moaned in a discombobulated tone of voice with a silly expression on her face.  It did not even take three pumps with his cock for Akaro to make her reach ecstasy and disappear.

As they observed this, the remaining three women had mixed reactions.

"W-What on Earth have I gotten involved in?" Mai asked with a seemingly frightened composition.

"Interesting, so sex can be used as a vigorous challenge as well…" Medaka pondered aloud as her curl on top of her head bounced around intrigued by this.

"It seems you have explosion magic on an entirely different level! It doesn't matter for I am Megumin, the strongest explosive mage known to—WAAH?!!" the crimson-eyed wizard cried out when she was suddenly snatched up by the man.

"Since you're so confident, I'll take you next," Akaro declared once again making use of his speed to snatch another victim.

"Eh?!" Megumin yelped nervously.

She wasn't expecting the man to hold such strength.  This was worse than getting snatched up by a tentacle monster back in the world she hailed from.  The girl was helpless and no amount of explosion magic would help her here.  Though as 'frightened' as she could have been, the compulsion ingratiated within her to desire the next step ruled over her.  It was more powerful than the instinct to cast the greatest explosion spell she could even fathom.  Her flowing juices seeping from her unfettered rose indicated this.

Whilst standing up with his hard thing ready to enter the next tunnel, he hoisted the girl up in his arms before lowering her sensitive flower down upon his manhood.  As it punctured her, she felt her insides expanding more and more by the second.  She felt like she was going to die all over again at this point.  She gritted her teeth as the repetitive shock reverberated up and down her spine.

  In this jackhammer-like position, he proceeded to thrust straight up inside of her causing the petite female's stomach to bulge.  As he managed to push about half of his cock in, the girl was rendered unconscious through the mind-numbing experience and she vanished as a result.

Two were left until he could claim his prize and Akaro was finished playing around.  As he turned his crimson gaze to the last two females, he was thinking of ending this in less than a second. The females just stared back at him with a mix of uncertainty and curiosity of what was coming next.  Meanwhile, Akame was still sitting on the dresser fingering her womanhood watching the fun unfold. 

"Sorry ladies, but this is gonna end before you have a chance to blink," the Red-Eyed Hero declared.

Just as the two females went to open their mouths, the male moved into action.  He lunged at Mai first ripping off her dress to reveal her curvaceous body.  As her plump breasts were exposed, he got behind her and instantly began to grope her.

"Damn, these things have some weight to them," he said to himself.

He looked down and got a view of her large, round ass and proceeded to grind his meat against her thick cheeks. From here, he maneuvered her body over to the bed and bent her over.  Grabbing her big ass, he spread her cheeks apart.

"Such a peach deserves to be split in two," he smirked before driving his meat directly inside the inexperienced hole down to his base.

As for Mai, she did not know what happened from that speed.  However, all she felt was her back door being churned open which drove her into a hypnotized array of pain and pleasure.  Akaro slammed his dick inside her as hard as he could over and over, but the girl had climaxed at least five times from the feeling of the impact alone before she faded away.  All that was heard from her lips up until she vanished was a mix of lewd moaning she relinquished and incomprehensible words.

Last but not least was Medaka Kurokami, the 98th and 99th President of Hakinowa Academy.  Her alpha presence paled in comparison to the might of the Red Knight and as he loomed towards her, she knew that her fate would be sealed.  However, she was unafraid.  She was welcoming of what was to come.  In fact, her pussy had been begging for it when she watched all of the girls before her ravaged like slabs of meat.  A part of her wanted that same treatment and she was about to receive it.

Her dress was torn off in a split second as her bouncing J-cup breasts were revealed to her partner.  Exposed to the man, she just simply walked forward in a lustful daze waiting for that strong looking rod to turn her into mush.  In that next moment when she stood just barely in front of the man, she turned around, and bent over spreading her legs and exposing her nectar filled valley.  Akaro took that invitation by grabbing her hips and driving his cock straight inside her chambers.  As that experience enveloped her mind completely, she thought of the man that she fell for when she was alive.

"Sorry…Zenkichi…but, you're no match…for his…dick," the girl declared in a broken moan.

Akaro began slamming his cock inside her in a rhythm while squeezing her breasts.  He managed to get a few more pumps into her than he did with Nero.  Then in the final flash of light, the last servant summoned by his wife had been defeated.

"Well done my love," Akame said whilst gently clapping her hands, "Now you can have your reward."

The black-haired woman jumps down from her dresser and snaps her fingers once again.  The mystical ribbon binding her lover's member snaps and fades away allowing him to be free.  Akaro exhaled a sigh of relief; however, his gaze suggested that he was a hungering beast ready for his long-awaited meal.  As the woman approached her husband, she grasped his tortured member and began to massage it to alleviate the frustration she caused.

"Now then, why don't I give you that homecoming you properly deserve?" she chuckled in a sexual way.

"About damn time," he smirked before locking lips with his woman.

Akame pushed herself against the taller, muscular frame of the man forcing him to give into her movements as he was pushed down on the bed by her once again.  From there, the woman mounted him and rubbed her slit against the girth of his throbbing cock to stir herself up.  Then she prodded the tip against her clit before guiding it to her opening, lewd moans resonating in the air as a result.  Finally, they would become one at long last…however, that moment would be interrupted as the door was abruptly opened.

MOMENTS BEFORE…

The noises of the upstairs activity had echoed through the halls and down the stairwell towards the room where the trio of Heroic Spirits were resting.  The first to stir from this sudden disturbance was none other than the Dragon Witch herself.  As she rubs her eyes giving life to her yellow irises, she saw how the strange mist that they had attempted to escape from earlier invaded the home up to this level.

"Tch…dammit all, this accursed cloud is annoyingly persistent!" Jalter cried out before coughing on the intoxicating scent.  In the background, Drake and Fran had also opened their eyes taking notice of what was going on.

"Hey ladies…is it gettin' hot in 'ere or is it just me?" the captain called out as she was fanning herself pulling at her clothes.

"U…uuuh…uaah," Fran grunted in a concurring tone as a heated blush came across of face.

"Tch…not even the flames of Purgatory made me feel like this…what on earth…?" Jalter added.

The heroines felt like their bodies were on fire unsure of where the heat came from.  It was coursing through them much like blood flowing through their veins.  However, there was some urge to satiate this feeling coming from the lower areas of their bodies.

"Ahaaaa~"

A lewd moan echoed in the area causing the servants to react. The trio felt themselves being pulled upstairs just following their instincts.  They headed to the third level and down the hallway arriving at a peculiar door.  Inside, the strange noises had leaked out once again as well as another aroma pulling at their instincts.  With a turn of the handle and a push, the door opened exposing the dimly illuminated room where two individuals were getting busy on the bed.

"Nii-san…" Drake called out in a pant.

"Akaro-san…." Jalter followed.

"A…ka…ro…." Fran muttered.

The three maidens had been consumed by the potent mist as a sudden aphrodisiac effect took over.

Akame looked over her shoulder as Akaro leaned over to see the three women standing there.

"Seems like the entertainment shall continue," Akame commented sensing the aura wafting from the females.

"Heh, bring it on. It's not like we were going to sleep any time soon anyways," the Red Knight smirked confidently.

Upon hearing their words, the females rushed inside the room stripping their clothes off wildly unable to suppress their thirst any longer. 

Akaro was currently surrounded by four women on the bed.  In the back of his mind, he was grateful that he and Akame had such a large mattress to accommodate so many people at this point in time.  The heated gazes of four aroused women seemingly pierced through him.  However, two of them still held a sense of nervousness over what was to come due to still having their innocence—Fran and Jalter.

"Tch…as much as I want this right now…you better not make it hurt with that thing…" Jalter remarked with her tsun attitude present.

"Uuhhh…." Fran uttered.  Her gaze translated to something like: 'You can go all the way this time.'

"Heh don't worry, I got a trick up my sleeve to help out with any discomfort," Akaro nodded.

"I'll let you handle the warm-up then.  I can entertain myself with the pirate over here," Akame chuckled softly.

"Oya? Whatcha have in mind?" Drake grinned enthusiastically as the red-eyed beauty crawled over towards her.

"Well, you said you wanted to know my secret to my body right? The answer involves a very stimulating workout," the death maiden added.

Taking up the left side of the bed, Akame had pounced on the crimson-pink haired voyager of the seas. The black haired bride had pinned the other female down on the bed before leaning in to share a rough yet passionate kiss.  Their tongues twisted together in between their mouths and their breasts grinded against each other stimulating one another's nipples.  Akame let her right hand slip down the curves of the busty pirate tracing her fingers down the captain's thinly trimmed bush.  From there, the mature assassin rubbed her fingers against the lips of her partner before slipping a solitary finger inside.

Drake relinquished and hefty moan of pleasure from the sultry feeling as she felt like her itch was finally being scratched.  Even though she was starving for something bigger to enter her, something she hasn't had the opportunity of feeling for quite a while from the Red-Eyed Hero, she was being satisfied.  When her female companion allowed her hands to move, she testified to this by rubbing her hands along Akame's waist to her hips.

Breaking apart the kiss strands of saliva pulled between the lips of the girls.  They gazed into each other's eyes deeply before one of them made the next move.  Akame pulls her finger out of Drake's pussy and angles her hips downward.  Instinctively, Drake matched this movement by lifting her pelvis upward.  The pair had managed to find a way to pleasure each other by grinding their womanhood against one another, the friction causing both females to moan loudly.

Meanwhile, Akaro was busy attending to the two innocent girls.  As the two girls lay beside him, both girls mashing their breasts against his face, the male channeled his power into his fingers while rubbing their slits.  He was utilizing Omnifiction to prepare them for what was to come by erasing the concept of pain for their delicate flowers.  As the females were entranced by the sight of his pulsing thing thus trying to stroke it, Fran and Jalter relinquished high-pitched moans as a result. As the preparation ceremony for the two girls was complete, he was now ready to begin giving them the experience of a life time. 

"Alright Fran, you're up first since the onee-sans are busy having fun," Akaro declared.

The sensitive maiden nodded knowing that she was about to claim her Adam officially.  She slid down and went to mount Akaro whilst Jalter had to back away to give some room.  The Dragon Witch being unhappy about not going first had elected to pleasure herself another way.

"Since she gets it first, then you can pleasure me another way!" she declared.  Jalter processed to hover over Akaro's face with her crotch before lowering herself causing the man to deal with a mouth full of pussy yet again.

Fran took a deep breath in the meantime before lowering herself down upon the throbbing rod that belonged to Akaro.  As the pulsing meat shaft burrowed its way inside of her, she let out an exquisite yelp.  It wasn't a noise born of pain or discomfort; it was one born of pure satisfaction and bliss especially given that the one she bonded with and fell for hand taken her innocence thus sharing that ultimate union at long last.

Jalter was busy groping herself while feeling the joy of the man's tongue exploring her insides.  The memories she shared with Jeanne in terms of the relationship shared with this man felt like an illusion; this pleasure was writing a new reality for her.  As the oral play intensified by hitting her spots, she too let out a loud moan of joy.  The combination of noises disrupted the intense girl-on-girl action occurring between Akame and Drake.

"Mm…damn I wanna get some of what their havin'," the pirate commented, "Though your uh…workout ain't nothin' ta scoff at."

"It works wonders, but I agree with you on what's going on over there. It's time for the experienced ladies to attack," Akame replied.

As Akaro was busy thrusting inside of Fran while eating out Jalter, Akame and Drake attacked by taking each of the man's free hands for their own use.  Now the Red Knight was currently in a position where he was satisfying four different women at the same time.  It was entertaining, yet annoying because they were having all the fun while he has not had the opportunity to unleash his seed.

Playtime is over, time to get serious.

Sparks of crimson electricity flared out from the body of the male buried in the cornucopia of women, his entire demeanor was about to change.  The trio of Heroic Spirits were too drunk on their own lust to realize this as they moaned continuously from the sensations they were feeling; however, Akame sensed what was about to happen next.  This was conveyed by a slight smile on her face whilst riding the finger of her husband.

In an instant, Akaro made use of his omnipresence to reverse the situation he found himself in with these women.  Simultaneously, he took advantage of having sex with all of the women on the bed at the same time.  He had Fran on her back taking his manhood deep inside her to the core of her being in missionary position.  Then he had Jalter lying on her side with her left leg in the air like a stripper pole while having her insides slammed by the male.  Drake was positioned on her hands and knees getting her treatment drilled into her hungering pussy from behind.  And Akame was held in the man's lap receiving her husband deep inside as well.

Each woman was being filled with Akaro's manhood in some way or another, tossed around in a myriad of positions to make sure that no hole was left unpenetrated.  Then in a miraculous unison, every person in the room reached climax at the same as all of the women found themselves filled to the brim with the Envoy's essence.

"Ahhaaaaa!!" cried Jalter.

"Nii-saaaaaaan!!" groaned Drake.

"Uaahahaaaa!!" yelped Fran.

"Hyaahn!!" echoed Akame.

With that, the four women were slain by Akaro's prowess.  Each woman had flopped upon the massive king-sized mattress.  They were all dazed from the feeling of unspeakable ecstasy that satisfied every desire that could have possibly manifested.  Breathing heavily, Akaro wiped sweat from his forehead as he looked over his little harem.  They were all seemingly sleeping with bliss upon their faces.

"Damn…that was something else," he mumbled aloud.  As he went to take a seat at the foot of the bed, he stumbled over his feet and felt a little light-headed.

"W-What the…"

As he grasped his head and gazed at the floor, he saw the purple miasma washing in the room.  The strange aroma had hit him at last causing the male to stumble onto the floor.  Mustering what strength he could, he managed to lean back against the bed before staring into the abyss where the mist was pouring in from.

A silhouette had emerged from the dark hallway moving towards the male at a steady pace.  As the lighting within the room illuminated the figure, a female with horns protruding from her head and a petite yet seductive body had been revealed as she laid her eyes on her target.

"Fufufu, it seems my mist has finally taken effect.  Your companions had succumbed almost instantly, but it took quite a bit of time before it took hold of you.  Of course, being the last one conscious from the intoxicating embrace only provides further evidence of your strength.  You truly are a work of art, O' mighty Red Knight~" stated the female in a sultry tone of voice.

"Y-You're…" Akaro struggled to say as he went to stand up to prepare for a fight, but his muscles failed to respond.

"Shh…just relax.  I only wish to immerse you in the ecstasy that you so earnestly deserve.  Trust yourself to the touch of Shuten-douji.~"

The horned Oni then proceeded to stoop down on the floor to her prey's level before crawling up to the man in a slow, seductive fashion.  She traced her fingers ever so slightly on the hardened skin of the man from his left leg up to his chest and finally to his chin.  Sitting beside him, the woman chuckled softly before leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"I can feel the fire of a dragon pulsing through your veins.  You are an insatiable beast hungering for his next meal and you cannot come to terms with it.  Say, Akaro-san, was all of your accolades enough to satisfy you? Were they able to stimulate all your senses?  Did they truly satisfy your immense appetite awakened by your newfound powers?" Shuten teased with her alluring tone of voice.

As her rambling spiraled around Akaro's mind, he found himself agreeing with her.  Despite of all the women thrown at him by his wife's 'magic', the trio of Heroic Spirits, and Akame herself, he still felt like he needed more.  Granted, he was able to drain himself after being rather pent up for a period of time thanks to the Arcana Grail War; however, becoming an Envoy opened up a new avenue of himself that changed him fundamentally.  This was not only from a power standpoint, but as a higher being altogether. Yet, was it truly okay to indulge in this mysterious hunger?

"H-How do you…know about…." He was about to ask, but was cut off.

"How do I know about you?  I know everything that I need to know about you.  You may be this different kind of being, but your actions are still recorded in the Throne of Heroes.  But none of that really matters now…all that matters is you~"

Shuten pressed her delicate curves onto Akaro causing the weakened male to collapse onto the ground.  Thanks to the mist, the Oni was allowed to have her way by moving the male's body in a position she desired.  As such, she crawled on top of him like a snake about to coil around its next meal.  She licked his abs up to his upper torso area before approaching his ear once again. 

"Let me take care of your every need right now.  Drown yourself in my embrace," she suggested.  It was here that she reached over and grabbed his left hand and put it on her curvy waist.

"Are my voluptuous curves not to your liking? Feel every part of me touch you, my sweet.  Become drunk with my love.  Allow me to taste you."

The woman nipped at his ear before licking down his neck to his shoulder before nibbling again.  Meanwhile, she took her right leg and snatched up Akaro's limp cock before working it between the back of her thigh and calf to stroke it.  In addition, she worked her hips to grind her womanhood against the body of the male whilst caressing his face.  The combination of her honeyed words and broad spectrum of touch was electrifying the nervous system of the brave hero as his mind was swimming in lust.

"Mmm…let me take you to a paradise you never thought existed before.  You are mine in this moment…" Shuten declared as she raised herself up and slid her pelvis down towards Akaro's crotch.

The thick cylinder had swollen up with anticipation as the Oni ripped her thong and tossed it to the side revealing her honey pot.  She would then prod the thing against her slit letting out sensual gasp that oozed like an elixir.  From here wasting no more time with foreplay, she took the male inside of her chamber.

"Ahaaa….yes…such a divine meal…you are just the kind of delicacy I needed."

Akaro did not even respond.  His senses had been dulled by the enrapturing sensation of Shuten-douji's heated vice grip.  Her insides wrapped around his cock like a spider wrapping its dinner in a web.  The Oni was skilled.  She had not even begun to move yet and the Envoy was already feeling himself fall to her wiles.

"Just relax; I'm going to take care of everything.  After all, you deserve a taste of heaven before you wallow in Hell~"

The female had pulled out a small gourd that was filled with a green wine.  She was about to start pouring the liquid on the male to activate her Noble Phantasm in which the soul of her target would be churned into a wine for her to drink.  Shuten-douji had captured her prey and was about to fulfill her mission…or so she thought.

"Yeah…you can stop with the parlor tricks now," Akaro called as he grabbed her wrist thus causing her to drop the gourd.

"What?" she gasped.

"Sorry dear, your little ASMR and drunken love bullshit isn't gonna work on me.  Nice try though.  Since you're so set on satisfying my appetite, allow me to indulge in the wet opportunity."

The man roughly grabbed her hips so that she wouldn't escape.  The eyes of the Oni shot wide open in shock from the sudden display of brutish behavior.  As Akaro adjusted his waist, he positioned his cock while inside the female and thrust the entirety of his meat straight to her cervix.

"HNNGH?!!" the girl cried out.

"You're done."

The male began to ravish her insides as hard as he could before flooding her with his seed.  Shuten's expression changed as her eyes rolled back in her head and was rendered unable to think properly.  However, only one thought was able to escape her lips.

"I…shwear…to…sherve yoush…Akaro-shaaamaaaa…." 

"Good…I look forward to having your service," the Envoy said as he gently pushed her off allowing her to lay on the floor with a satisfied expression.  As the male stood up, he sat on the bed to relax as his conquest had finally come to an end.

SIX HOURS LATER

"Oh man…that was one hell of a night," Drake uttered as she was one of the first to wake up.

"Indeed, but you know it was enjoyable," Akame followed up with a light chuckle.

"Well yeah, best drunken experience I ever had while sober!"

"Tch, that doesn't even make sense you damn pirate…drunk and sober at the same time? What the hell?" Jalter added when she sat up and ruffled her hair.

"Jeez, how can ya still be so damn edgy after gettin' dicked like that?" the pirate tilted her head.

"And after having such a unique way of experiencing her first time at that," Akame chimed in.

"E-Eh? W-what? So I never had sex before…and?!"

"Oya, oya…no wonder why you were so uptight…"

"I-I'll burn you, I swear…y-you dumb pirate!"

"Uuu…." Fran cooed being disturbed by the noise, "Jal…ter…shy…"

"I AM NOT! I-I don't wanna hear that coming from you…I mean, y-you were a virgin too!" pointed out the Dragon Witch.

"Jeez, y'all are so noisy.  Could've sworn I would have some peace after all that hard work," Akaro sighed thus joining in the conversation.

"Good morning, babe," Akame slid over before kissing her husband on the cheek.

"Oya…Nee-san stealing the first kiss of the day," Drake winked casually.

"Oh? Would you like one too?"

"I wouldn't deny it."

"H-How lewd can you all be?!" Jalter cried aloud.

"Goodness, such a prude.  This one needs to be loosened up more," the Red-Eyed Killer suggested.

"Oi, Nii-san, you got morning wood yet?" El Draque inquired.

"Are y'all full of enough mana now?" Akaro chuckled.

"My, my…you all are such lively individuals.  I suppose the elixir still has a bit of an effect," Shuten called out before crawling up on the bed.

"Oi, oi, what the hell is going on here?"

"Looks like I'll be burning someone for real after all."

"Uahhhhhh…."

Drake, Jalter and Fran were ready for battle in spite of being in the nude as their auras began to rise; however, the Red Knight held up a single hand.

"Hang on everyone, just calm down a second and listen…"

Akaro had explained what occurred after they passed out and why Shuten-douji was present.  In addition, the Oni confessed that the mist was her doing and her orders given to her by Goetia.  It took some convincing, but the Red Knight managed to get everyone to understand.  Surprisingly enough, Jalter had offered words of support on Shuten's behalf being one who was formerly summoned by the Demon King to take out Akaro.

When the group discussion came to an end, everyone had taken a shower to get themselves cleaned up after the vigorous 'workout'.  Donning their signature outfits, Akame, Jalter, and Fran were prepared for to leave.  Drake and Akaro were sporting their newer outfits while Shuten was given something more decent to wear.  To fit the dynamic of the crew whose colors all reflected black, white and red, the Oni had on an outfit that was reminiscent of the clothing Kurome used to sport—an all-black school girl's outfit with a red tie along with black leggings, and brown shoes.

"The last person who wore that look ended up dying by my blade, so you better think twice before trying to backstab anyone," warned the Angel of Death whilst shooting a glare at the shorter female.

"Worry not, Akame-sama.  After last night's experience, there's no way I'd ever serve anyone else other than Akaro-sama now…" Shuten-douji expressed with a longing expression towards her new interest.

"I feel I'm gonna wind up roasting someone to a crisp before this war is over…" Jalter winced with irritation.

"Uahh…uaahhh," Fran nodded with an agreeing tone.

"Now, now, place nice everyone," Akaro shook his head with a slight sigh.

"Oya, oya…say Nee-san, before ya decide to cut a bitch, give me a heads up so I can record it," Drake chuckled.

"Sure thing, I'll even set up a GodTube account for you."

"GodTube eh? Think I heard Lucy say somethin' about that once upon a time.  Think we could go viral?"

"Oh of course, we'll have thousands of subscribers in no time, and then the memes will flow.  We monetize that and we'll have a booming entertainment business."

"Heh, profit eh? Nothin' like plunderin' booty in the morning~"

"Like last night between us?"

"Heh heh, well I'm sure that kind of plunder ain't safe for the little ones."

"No worries, we'll just put them to sleep so the adults can play."

"I like the way ya think, Akame-neesan."

"You really do remind me of a certain redhead I know," Akame nodded approvingly.

"Oya? I'll have ta meet her then."

"Hey babe, could you not make that comparison between those two? I really don't want to be thinking of my sister when I'm hanging around Drake…" Akaro shook his head.

"D'aw…you'll be fine my love.  It's not like I was going to compare the appearances and attitudes at all," the long-haired woman chuckled.

"Babe…please…"

"All right, I'll spare you for now.  Shall we?"

"Yeah, all right everyone enough chatter, time to get this little tour bus on the road here," Akaro suggested as he exited the house with the ladies trailing behind him.

As everyone tapped each other's shoulders, Akaro focused his energy to locate his destination.  In a crimson flash of light, the group had teleported to the next stop—Raizo's universe.