Chapter 44

Originally posted on 7/8/2020.  

A spectral sword flew through the air and impaled the last standing soldier of the Ninth Crusade through the throat, robbing him of breath and causing him to attempt to gasp in pain. However, as soon as that failed attempt of a gasp left the man's now-impaled throat, Yamato flew through the air and cut the man cleanly in two, before it was returned to its owners' sheath. 

"Pathetic." Vergil muttered, as he jumped up to the roof of the nearest building, where Dante and Trish stood. "What use is fighting for what's clearly a madman in the service of a dead God?" 

"Maybe those soldiers are mad, too." Dante remarked in reply. "Not sure about killing them, though. At least you made it quick." 

"Meh." Trish replied, shrugging. "They attacked first. Fair game, as far as I'm concerned." 

Dante didn't reply, but instead turned around as he heard a blaring horn from a ship to the east, as well as a certain... presence. And judging by how Trish and Vergil reacted, chances are they felt it too. 

Vergil did exactly what Dante figured he would do, run to the east and jump off the building, landing on a building across the street and making his way towards where the sound of the horn and the feel of the presence came from. After sharing a look with Trish, he followed. 

It took about five minutes of running and jumping across the rooftops of the ruined London to find where Vergil had stopped, close to the edge of the River Thames. Where a semi-destroyed ship slowly made its way up the river, with the only explanation for how it was moving being that it was being moved by some supernatural force, as there was no way the ship was in any shape to run under its own power. 

"There you are, Verge." Dante remarked, as he landed next to Vergil, whose eyes were narrowed as the ship slowly approached. "Can you see your dream guy on that ship?" he asked, teasingly. 

"There's a powerful being on that ship." Vergil replied, ignoring Dante's previous jab. "Extremely powerful." he adjusted his grip on Yamato's sheath. 

"Really?" Dante replied, semi-amused and semi-interested in the fact that Vergil, the power-fascinated Ultimate Knight that he was, had taken interest in something because of its power level. A nod was all he received by way of reply from his older brother, who continued to look at the ship. Dante looked over as well, and spied something, or someone, dressed in a red coat dashing off the ship and jumping off of it, into a space between two crowds: a crowd of Millennium soldiers and a crowd of Ninth Crusade exorcists. 

As it happened, two more people came into that space: a man with gold-coloured dressed in a grey trenchcoat, who appeared from a flurry of golden Bible-pages, and a white-haired man dressed in a grown trenchcoat, who dropped from an airship flying overhead. They both walked towards the man dressed in red, whom Dante could see grinning, before he looked up, opened his mouth and spoke. 

"My Lord and Master, Integra Hellsing. Give me your orders!" 

'Didn't expect that.' Dante thought, as he scanned the rooftops nearby for any sign of an Integra Hellsing. He spotted a dark-skinned woman with a light-skinned blonde woman and a French-looking man a few rooftops across from him, as well as the Zeppelin that floated overhead. 

"Alucard, take heed." the dark-skinned woman that Dante noticed spoke. "Here are your orders: Your silver gun shall stain the white army crimson. Your iron gun shall stain the black army scarlet. I will know my foes by the stains of red you leave upon their chests! Now search and destroy, SEARCH AND DESTROY! Run them down, do not let ANY of them leave this island alive!" 

Dante raised his eyebrows as he looked back down at Alucard, whose grin had widened, and simultaneously softened. 

"My master..." he spoke, his voice almost a whisper. "It shall be done... as you command." 

A cold wind began to blow through the armies down on the ground as Integra continued. 

"Release Control Art Restriction Zero!" Integra ordered. "Announce your return! Say the words and release your full power... NOW!" 

Alucard let out a single breath, relaxing himself in preparation for what was to come, as the presence around him became even colder. 

"Here standeth the Bird of Hermes..." Alucard spoke. "Eating mine own wings-!" 

The man in the grey trenchcoat let out a roar, and threw several bayonets into Alucard's body, while the man in the brown trenchcoat did a jumping spin-kick on the Vampire. Meanwhile, the armies of Millennium and the Ninth Crusade all opened fire, both on each other and on Alucard, who was just standing there and taking it while becoming a mass of black and red energy. 

"It's as if everyone here can feel it coming..." the grey-coated man spoke, worry clear on his face. "Something terrible's about to happen." He landed on a rooftop far away from Dante, Vergil and Trish, the latter of whom had begun to sweat in fear of the presence around her. "If we can't put this monster down... we may all be doomed." 

"...To keep... myself... tame..." Alucard finished his incantation, from within the mass of energy that he had become. 

Dante could almost not believe what was happening in front of him. Not even the Demon that he (and others, including Roxas Gremory) faced a few chapters ago could compare to this. Cards flew from the mass of energy that Alucard had become, slicing up most of the Millennium soldiers into fine strips of bloody meat, bullets curved around and through the Ninth Crusade soldiers, killing most of them with ease, while a tsunami of blood flowed from the mass of energy, engulfing the rest in a positive river of death. 

Zombified lifeforms could be seen emerging from the river of blood, whether they were the soldiers that had just drowned in said river, or something... else, was anyone's guess, but what was certain was that they seemed to wade through the river as it flowed, some of them crawling on their hands and knees towards the nearest signs of organic life, wishing to consume them in the same way as they had been. 

"N-no... stop it!" Maxwell, still in the safety of his skybox, yelled. "That's impossible! How can something like that exist?!" 

As the blood-river continued to rage down the streets of London, Dante, Vergil and Trish watched with varying expressions on their faces: Dante looked neutral, Vergil looked morbidly fascinated with what was going on, and Trish just looked like she was about to vomit. 

Horse-riding soldiers began to emerge from the blood-river, and ride at speed through the streets, outpacing the blood-river's flow as they rode. 

"Wallachia's..." Maxwell whispered. "It can't be! You consumed them! Your own soldiers, you own subjects! You're a fiend, a monster, a demon, a devil! You... DRACULA!" 

At the source of the blood-river's flow, a single figure rose from the blood. Clad in shining dark-silver armour and black-and-red cape, with ebony hair that flowed down to his shoulders, and blood-red eyes that pierced the soul... it was truly an imposing sight. 

By this point, the number of zombified beings was so great that it had become a wave of its own, something that Vergil widened his own eyes at. 

"You're not thinking of going down and fighting that guy, are ya Verge?" Dante asked of his brother. 

"I won't deny that the thought hasn't crossed my mind, brother." Vergil replied. "And I also won't deny that it's quite a tempting-" Vergil suddenly stopped as a magic-circle appeared by his ear. There was silence from the older son of Sparda for a couple of moments before the circle disappeared. 

"Duty calls?" Dante asked, as Vergil turned around and swung his sword to open a portal. 

A simple nod was all he got in reply. 

"Right." Dante replied, looking to the destructive scene below him, and then back at Vergil. "Hey, mind if Trish and I crash at your place for a bit? You saw how messed-up the shop was back there, and what that Alucard guy did would probably finish it off for good." 

"Fine." Vergil replied, before stepping through the portal created by Yamato. Dante and Trish followed after a couple of seconds, with the portal closing behind the three of them as they left the human world. 

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Meanwhile, from the safety of the rooftop that they stood upon, Integra exhaled slowly as she calmly observed what was unfolding in front of her, an even expression on her face. 

"That is the true face of the Vampire Alucard." She informed both Seras and Pip. "Or rather: Dracula. The Ultimate Vampire, Son of the Dragon, Vlad the Impaler, whatever name you prefer. Though I always liked the term 'God of Blood'..." 

Seras suppressed a giggle as she silently agreed. That particular last nickname sounded badass as all hell. 

"For blood is the currency of the soul." Integra continued. "The vehicle of life. Blood is the medium by which life can be transferred. To drink blood is to take the essence of a soul into oneself." She looked over at Seras. "You understand the full ramifications of this now... don't you, Seras?" 

"Yes." Seras replied simply, sharing a look with Pip before looking down at the scene before her, which looked like something out of an apocalypse movie. Dracula had summoned yet more horse-mounted soldiers from... somewhere, and he walked among them as they rode down the streets of London, stabbing and killing all that stood in their way. Millennium's forces, Exorcists of the Ninth Crusade, no-one survived. 

From above, the helicopters that carried what Seras could only presume to be more soldiers were downed by the same cards and curved bullets that had appeared just as Alucard unsealed his true form. Even the helicopters that carried Maxwell's skybox were hit, destroying them and sending the skybox flying down into the hellish nightmare that was the streets of London. 

"Welp, he's dead." Pip remarked, his casual tone almost disturbing Integra and Seras... almost. "Or at least, he will be. By the way, how many-" 

"Souls has Alucard had within himself?" Integra finished Pip's question. "About two million. Early on in his career of killing he did it himself, but after a while he stopped that and started hanging around battlefields, letting others kill people for him." She gave a morbid smirk. "When Roxas heard about this technique, he coined it as his '#LifeHack'." 

"He would." Seras sighed. Integra sighed in return. 

"Well... the least I could do is go and meet him." She remarked. "Seras?" 

Seras nodded, and grabbed Integra in the dark shadow-matter that was her new power (she found herself quickly getting the hang of how to manipulate it), before jumping down to street-level, where the wave of souls had moved on (with Pip jumping down himself seconds later). The stench of blood was almost too much for even Seras, but she forced her Vampiric instincts down for a second as Integra walked forward towards a group of impaled Exorcists, with a single, dark figure standing in the middle of them, seemingly waiting for Integra. 

"My Count..." Integra murmured, once she reached Dracula, who had knelt down when she approached. "You have returned." 

Dracula lifted his head and regarded Integra with rather softer eyes than Seras expected him to. They were certainly softer-looking than Alucard's. 

"At your pleasure, my Lady." He replied. 

A transportation-circle appeared right then and there, with Steve Rogers and Roxas Gremory stepping out of it. Roxas looked around, and wrinkled his nose a bit at the stench of blood. 

"Jesus, which Vampire's been on a binge and got white-girl-wasted back here?" he remarked, to no-one in particular, before noticing Integra. "Hi, by the way, Integra." 

"Hello." Integra replied, only looking over at Roxas for a second before back to Dracula, who was looking at Roxas himself. 

"A Nephalem..." Dracula mused. "I thought that such a creature didn't exist." 

"Well, they do." Roxas replied, gesturing to himself. "Here's living proof." 

"Yes." Dracula replied. "Hybrid of Angel and Devil... the true neutral race... with power that is potentially... without peer." 

Before the conversation could continue, however, Alexander Anderson jumped forward, a flurry of golden bible-pages behind him, a bayonet in each hand and one in his mouth, roaring with righteous anger and eyes squarely focused on Dracula. As Seras jumped out of the way with Integra and Pip, and Roxas jumped aside with Steve, Dracula drew a sword and met Anderson's dual bayonets, forcing him backward. 

Roxas turned his back on the Vampire and the Human, opening a transportation-circle to the location of Integra, Seras and Pip, and jumping through it (with Steve following). They landed a couple of streets away, with Steve immediately rushing over to Integra to see if she was okay... which she was. 

" Oh mein, " a voice from the above Zeppelin blared out over Integra, Seras, Pip, Steve and Roxas. "Did Steve Rogers, the greatest hero of all, just teleport right into my hand? Is it my birthday? Someone pinch me." 

Steve simply looked up at the Zeppelin, clenching his fists as he did so. 

"Captain America." The Major remarked. "Practically single-handedly took down HYDRA, didn't you? Earned you the title of the world's first superhero, yes?" 

"I had help." Steve replied. "Though I was the leader of the battalion that took them down, I certainly didn't take HYDRA down single-handedly." 

"But we don't talk as much about Tim Dugan, or Gabe Jones, or Vasco Strada, now do we?" The Major replied. Steve could practically smell him smiling maniacally as Roxas summoned a spear of Twilight energy, pointing it up at the Zeppelin. 

"Go suck Hitler's single shrivelled up ball." Roxas growled. "Mention Vasco again in front of me. I dare you. I double d-" 

"Double dare me, motherfucker. I've seen Pulp Fiction too, Roxas." The Major replied, seemingly holding back a laugh. "But regardless, back to our resident American hero." 

Steve grimaced. 

"Every great hero needs a great villain to fight, that's what I think." The Major spoke, finally letting out a chuckle. "I also think that the best type of villain... is one that has a past connection with the hero!" 

Seemingly on cue, a figure seemed to drop from the Zeppelin, landing in front of both Steve and Roxas (who had dispelled the spear of Twilight in his hand). Roxas mentally surmised that the man didn't look all that threatening, though the metal arm was a cute touch. However, Steve could only utter one word in reply to this new figure joining the fight. 

"...Bucky?" 

"Wait, Bucky?" Roxas looked over at Steve. "The guy that HYDRA sicked on you during the collapse of SHIELD?" 

"Yes, that's him." Steve replied, clenching his fists even harder at the sight of his childhood friend. "He must have been brainwashed by them... again." 

"Brainwashed old friends or siblings seems to be a theme, tonight." Roxas remarked in reply, rolling his eyes as Bucky walked towards Steve, doing his best to look imposing. That image was largely destroyed when Roxas swiftly stepped between Steve and Bucky, summoned Clarent Galatine with a flick of his hand, swung it to cut off Bucky's metallic arm, and performed a roundhouse kick to Bucky's head that made him drop like a stone, unmoving and unconscious 

"...Wow." Roxas could hear the Major speaking from above as Steve rushed over to his friend. "I was looking forward to a battle between Captain America and his childhood friend, but go ahead, kill all the fun. Put the fun in camps, why don't you?" 

"Yeah, you fun-Nazi." Pip added, jokingly. The Frenchman then ducked as Roxas pulled out the Vindicator and fired a shot dangerously close to his head. 

"Watch it, Pip." Roxas growled as a warning. "You might be a Vampire now, but that doesn't mean I can't kill you as easily as snapping a toothpick." 

Pip gulped, then stepped back as Roxas walked over to Steve, summoning a similar card to the one that he summoned for Lavinia, and handing it to him. 

"I'll send you to get your friend de-brainwashed, if you want." Roxas replied. "Just like I did with Wanda and Pietro." Steve looked up, took the card from Roxas, and smiled as he lifted the one-armed Bucky up. 

"Thank you, Roxas." Steve replied, adjusting his grip on Bucky as he lifted him through the transportation-circle that Roxas opened up with a wave of his hand, while he dispelled Clarent Galatine with the wave of another. Once they were gone, Roxas sighed and stretched. 

"You think you'll be needing my help any more?" Roxas asked Seras, Integra and Pip. "Because I'm tired. Probably gonna head- actually, wait. One second." 

Spreading his ten Nephalem wings, Roxas shot up into the air and straight into the front of the Zeppelin. Seras, Pip and Integra shared looks with each other for a few seconds, not sure what the Nephalem was doing, before he came out of the Zeppelin and descended to the ground, holding the headless body of the fatass Major by his expensive-looking white suit in one hand. 

He dropped the body onto the ground, as well as the Major's removed head, which rolled towards Integra. She widened her eyes as she noticed, instead of flesh, bone and blood, there was... 

"Metal and oil?" Integra whispered. "Is he a cyborg?" 

"Your guess as to why is as good as mine." Roxas replied, rubbing his hands on his clothes to free them of the filth of touching a Nazi. "Anyway, if I'm not needed, I'll leave." 

"Do so if you wish." Integra replied. "Seras and Pip are more than adequate protection for me. But Roxas?" 

"What?" Roxas, who had just opened a transportation-circle for himself, replied, turning around. 

"...Thank you." Integra spoke. "For training the Wild Geese to help protect my home. I thank you." 

"Well, I had help." Roxas replied. "But regardless, Integra, it was my pleasure." 

Roxas then stepped though his transportation-circle, finally leaving the human world and landing in the Lilim portion of the Underworld... or more specifically, in the foyer of Lilith's castle. Knowing where to go, he walked through the nearest door into Lilith's living room, where he saw the case that contained Luce and Ombra lying next to the couch that they had begun their makeout session on. Blushing slightly as he recalled what he could of last night, he walked over to the case and picked it up. 

"Oh. You're back." A sultry, female voice spoke from behind Roxas, making him jump and turn around, where he saw Lilith standing in the doorway of her living room, dressed in nothing but a simple black dressing-gown... that was left untied so Roxas' eyes had full access to the sight of Lilith's enormous tits, as well as her cunt. 

"Yeah, I am." Roxas replied, lifting up the case with Luce and Ombra in it. "I forgot this, last night. Came by to pick it up." 

"Just that?" Lilith blinked, stepping forward. "You sure you don't want to do anything... else, with-" it was then that she got a whiff of Roxas' overall scent, which she recoiled at. "Jeez, you reek." She sniffed again. "Hang on a second, is that blood?" 

"Yup." Roxas rolled his eyes in reply to his grandmother's question. "You mind if I use your shower?" 

"Not at all." Lilith replied, stepping back. "If you don't mind me stepping in with you once you're clean~" 

Roxas smirked, knowing what Lilith was getting at. 

"I don't mind in the slightest, Lilith." He replied, walking past his grandmother and heading upstairs to where he knew her bedroom and shower-room were. Smiling at her grandson's retreating image, Lilith followed, feeling a familiar wetness coming to her pussy once again. 

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It was a few days after the incident that had now become to be known as the 'Zeppelin Incident', and Roxas, dressed in a more professional-looking outfit, walked into the courtyard of Kuoh Academy, Elsha (in her own dress suit) at his side. The first major thing that the silverette Nephalem and his blonde Pawn saw were a small crowd of girls: Xenovia, Asia, Isane, and... 

"Irina?" Roxas blinked at the sight of the chestnut-haired Church warrior, dressed in the Kuoh girls school uniform. Irina turned around. 

"Roxas?" she blinked, herself. "Isane didn't tell me that you taught here!" 

"Isane also didn't tell me that you were gonna be attending." Roxas replied, looking over at the brunette Red Dragon Empress, who blushed. 

"I didn't know she'd start attending today, either." Isane replied, a small smile coming to her face. "Irina was literally just about to tell us why she showed up here ten minutes ago. She'd just gotten past the part where she'd been made an Angel by Michael." 

"Oh, yeah!" Irina replied, cheerfully. "Lord Michael said that he wanted 'more Heavenly representation in the hometown of the newly-formed reunification of the Christian Pantheon'. His words, not mine." 

"Sounds like something Michael would say." Imogen's voice sounded from just outside the gates. Roxas turned, and saw her standing just at the gates, with Cana at her side. "And it would explain the hot new nurse that showed up at Kuoh College that smelled like an Angel. A particularly powerful Angel." 

"Wait, Chisato's in Kuoh too?" Irina spoke up, her eyes widening. "Michael would send Heaven's new Joker here?" 

"Seems so." Imogen replied, shrugging. "And she's just as hot as they say, too." 

Roxas raised an eyebrow for a moment, before looking back at Irina. 

"New Joker?" Roxas asked. 

"Yeah." Irina replied. "Raphael reincarnated her on the same day as the Zeppelin Incident." 

"I see." Roxas replied, nodding. "Well, I'll go see her if I've got the time." 

Imogen chuckled, and sent a smirk Roxas' way. 

"Can't wait to see the fireworks that'd result from that meeting." She remarked. "Of more than one kind. Come on, Cana." 

Imogen and Cana then walked away from the school gates, leaving Roxas, Irina, Xenovia, Asia and Isane alone, for the few seconds between that and more students beginning to arrive. 

"Well, we should get inside." Roxas remarked to the four girls. "Class starts soon." 

"You know it." Xenovia replied, being the first to follow Roxas into the main school building, with Asia following directly after and Irina and Isane bringing up the rear. 

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The school day seemed to snail by for Roxas, which only made it more of a mercy when the final bell rang, and he saw the students of the class he was teaching filing out. Once the last student left the room, leaving Roxas and Elsha alone, Roxas used magic to change out of his suit and into more casual, more comfortable clothes. 

"Fucking hell, I thought that class would never end." Roxas muttered, casting an eye at the essays that he'd had his third-year class turn in in the period before lunch. "Hey Elsha, can you get those essays teleported to my apartment in Kuoh? I'll take care of them when I get back." 

"Will do." Elsha nodded, casting a transportation-circle on the pile of essays, transporting them away. "When can Venelana and I expect you back?" 

"Probably around dinner time." Roxas replied. "So about an hour and a half, provided that I don't get... distracted." 

"I'll tell Venelana to wait up around double that, then." Elsha replied, sending Roxas a knowing smile and opening a transport-circle for herself. "Just to be on the safe side." Roxas simply laughed, opening a transport-circle for himself as he did so. 

"You've been back for only a month or so, and you already know the new me so well." 

"Nah, I just know you." Elsha replied. "Harem or no harem, you're you, Roxas. And I love you." 

"I know." Roxas smiled, stepping away from his transport-circle and kissing Elsha, groping her luscious, large ass as he did so. "And I love you too." He added as a reply, after he pulled away. 

After taking a breath, he then stepped into the transportation-circle, and warped away from Kuoh Academy, instead landing in the doorway of the New York Sanctum, the headquarters of Dr. Strange, and the location that he had asked certain SSPCH members to come to for an emergency meeting. 

In front of the staircase that was directly in front of Roxas, there was a table set up that Steve (accompanied by Nick Fury, who stood behind him), Diana, Helena, Xuanzang, Nobunaga, Wukong, Integra and Strange were all sat around. There was an unoccupied chair between where Nobunaga and Integra were sat, which Roxas sat down at. 

"Glad to see you join us, Roxas." Strange greeted him with a nod. 

"I couldn't not, given how important this meeting is." Roxas replied. "Though I do kinda take issue with the fact that it's just gone two in the morning over here." 

"We had to come up with a meeting time that guaranteed everyone's attendance." Steve replied. "And the fact that it's super-early in the morning doesn't mean much to me, or to Stephen." 

Strange narrowed his eyes at Steve for a second, before officially calling the meeting to order. 

"Now then, I'm sure you all know why we're here." He began. "To start off, I'd like to hear the accounts of everyone's experiences with the Zeppelin Incident..." he looked around the room. "Starting with our Vice-Chairman." 

"Thanks." Roxas replied with his own nod, and stood up. He pulled a small sheaf of papers out of a magic-circle, unfolded them, and began: "I transported to Washington D.C, where soldiers of my PMC group were already engaging Millennium's forces, as they had been hired to do by the U.S. government. I made my way through the city and joined up with the Avengers, with Steve amongst them. After fighting off most of the forces that had been dispatched to the city, we fought what seemed to be one of Millennium's commanders, a female Fallen Angel/Vampire Hybrid that injected herself with some serum that gave her Hulk-like physiology." 

"Why did the U.S. government hire your PMC in particular?" Diana spoke up. "Were you trying to make personal profit off of this incident, Roxas?" 

"Diana, I might be a piece of shit in some areas, but I'm not THAT much of a scumbag." Roxas replied, his so-far neutral expression forming into a scowl for a second, before flipping back to neutral. "For your information: one, I didn't have any hand in the US government hiring my PMC to help handle Millennium in the event that they were to arrive. Two, the payment for that job, as well as any other PMC job, doesn't go directly into my pocket, it goes straight into the group's budget. Three, why the fuck are you so interested in what goes on in my businesses? Don't you have an island full of lesbians to be busy being the princess of while you're not here annoying me?" 

"Calm down, Roxas." Strange spoke up. "No need for personal jabs here, but you do have a point. Diana, why the US government hired Roxas' PMC to help against Millennium isn't relevant to this incident." He looked back at Roxas. "Please, continue." 

"After the battle with the Millennium commander," Roxas continued, after taking a breath. "Steve Rogers, Wanda Maximoff and myself transported to the Hellsing Manor, where a battle was already taking place. We took care of the sole remaining soldier, Wanda Maximoff's brainwashed older brother Pietro, and I had a member of my peerage take them to a Sitri Medical facility where they were then treated." 

He took a breath, summoned a bottle of water through a magic-circle, and continued. 

"After that, Steve and I headed to London, where his brainwashed childhood friend, Bucky Barnes, was. I took down Barnes, sent Steve to the same Sitri Medical Facility, killed the mad Major in charge of the whole operation, and left. Also, the Major turned out to be a cyborg, for some reason." 

"...Right." Strange replied, nodding as Roxas dispelled the documents that he had procured from the magic-circle earlier. "Steve, can you confirm the parts of Roxas' reports that involved you?" 

"I can." Steve nodded. "Everything that Roxas said in his report is true." 

"Very well." Strange took a sip of his own water. "In that case, I'll move onto you, Steve. Please provide your own account of the incident." 

And that was just what Steve did. Roxas listened intently as Steve recounted the initial reports of the incident's inception, and the Avengers immediately travelling to Washington D.C. (with the fact that their transport time was cut down to basically zero by Wanda using a transportation-circle being a great help to them, which likely saved hundreds of lives at the very least) and engaging the enemy. He also listened as Steve recounted the other Avengers' perspective of what happened after he, Wanda and Roxas left D.C: they took down the small army of Ghouls and few Vampires and Fallen Angels leading the Ghouls, did their best to fix some of the major damage to some of the capital's more important areas, then headed back to the compound at the New Avengers Facility in New York City. 

He listened to Integra's report of how she had been ambushed by a Millennium operative on her way back to the Hellsing Manor, how Walter had left her to fend for herself, how she had later been ambushed by regular Millennium soldiers, saved by Catholic exorcists, saved from them by Seras and Pip, how Alucard had returned to London from an earlier mission, assumed his true form of Dracula, fought and killed Alexander Anderson, fought Walter (who had turned traitor, the scumbag, in order to have his own attempt to fight and kill Alucard), and then... mysteriously disappeared when re-taking all the blood that he had lost during the ordeal into himself. It could only be assumed that the blood had been contaminated somehow, but no-one could figure anything out for sure. 

Roxas also listened to the reports given over the next hour by everyone else. He was surprised that Sun Wukong, Xuanzang and Nobunaga had encountered Dark Pit during the battle in Moscow, but less so when he heard that they had engaged and defeated Pit's incomplete clone. 

"So, what did you do with him?" Roxas asked of the Great Fighting Buddha, as said Great Fighting Buddha finished his report. 

"Handed him over to Azazel." Wukong replied. "He seemed interested in the little defect, and I owed the crow a favour anyway." 

"Fair." Roxas nodded. As the reports finished, Strange cleared his throat after taking another drink of water. 

"Thank you all for your reports." He spoke. "I believe that I understand what happened better, now. Moving on, I believe certain representatives among us have been talking with the governments of the countries affected by this incident, particularly about how to move forward from this." 

"The official cover-story for what happened three days ago has been agreed upon." Integra spoke up. "That a group of Nazi-sympathising terrorists attacked the capital cities of the Grand Alliance with chemical weapons, causing a need for the remaining 5.5 million human corpses to be burned." 

"5.5 million?" Xuanzang blinked. "Holy shit..." 

"Predicted death toll's a lot higher." Roxas replied, grimly. "Around 7.5 mil, last I heard." 

"Well, 2 million victims of the incident unaccounted for is a lot less of a problem than 7.5 million, or whatever the actual number is." Integra replied. "Regardless, an effort is being made to search the affected cities for the corpses, where they will also be burned. That should erase any evidence of the supernatural being involved in the incident." 

"Sounds good to me." Strange replied, looking around the representatives to gauge their reactions. Everyone seemed satisfied with the cover-story that was proposed... with one exception. 

Wukong seemed to notice, too. 

"Steve, I know what you're thinking." The Monkey King spoke up. "And if I were in my younger years, I would have agreed with telling the world about... well, us. But think about it: if humanity at large were to know about what's been going on under their noses for the past few thousand years, there would be chaos. And that's the best-case scenario. Worst-case, they'd tear each other apart for any chance of taking supernatural power for themselves, which wouldn't be good for any of us. Particularly those of us in the room that belong to supernatural pantheons, who all use humans for their own ends." 

Roxas leant back in his chair and looked up at the ceiling, while Diana scowled momentarily. 

"...You're right." Steve replied, after a sigh. "I understand. Doesn't mean I don't feel at least slightly bad about having to go along with this lie. Or that I don't hope that humanity's reaction to the supernatural would be better than what you seem to be predicting." 

"You and the rest of us." Integra replied, sighing herself. "But it's better to take the world as it is, rather than how we'd like it to be." 

"I've heard that line before." Steve spoke, looking back at Fury, whose already-hard expression hardened even further, though he didn't speak. Strange then cleared his throat. 

"If we can get back on topic, does anyone else have objections to the cover-story being given?" 

No-one spoke up. 

"Very well." Strange replied. "I'll have magical copies of notes taken during this meeting to all of you within a couple of days. Until the next time we meet, everyone." 

Everyone began to stand up and take their leave, mostly through transportation-circles. As Fury pulled out a phone to call someone, Roxas walked over to Steve. 

"Hey, man." Roxas spoke. "How're Pietro and Bucky holding up?" 

"Pretty good." Steve replied. "They're damn near cured of any brainwashing that Millennium left on them thanks to... whatever the Sitri doctors did to them at the medical facility you sent Wanda and me to." 

"That's nice to hear." Roxas nodded. "Say, what're you gonna do with them after they get out of hospital? If they aren't out already, that is." 

"Probably train them as Avengers." Steve replied. "We always need more hands around the compound and in the team, you know?" 

"Understandable." Roxas nodded again, as Fury hung up his phone and walked over to the pair of them. 

"Hate to break up the friendly conversation, but we need to leave, Steve." He informed Steve. "Wanda's opening a transportation-circle for us just outside of here." 

Steve nodded, bade Roxas goodbye, and left the Sanctum with Fury. Roxas turned around, preparing to leave himself, but found himself looking straight into the face of a certain Amazonian princess. One that, as ever, didn't look too happy. 

"You didn't get involved with dealing with the Millennium attacks until several hours in." Diana spoke. It wasn't a question, but a statement. One that was, honestly, true. 

"Yeah." Roxas replied. "Wish I'd gotten involved earlier, could've saved more lives. But nobody's perfect, are they?" 

"Least of all someone who probably cares more about satisfying their own male desires than helping people." Diana replied, narrowing her eyes and stepping forward. Roxas took a step back, and narrowed his eyes in return. 

"Keep the hell out of my business, Diana." Roxas replied. "You don't know a damn thing about me." 

"I know that you were probably using a woman to satisfy yourself on the night of the incident." Diana replied. "How defensive you got just now only makes me even more certain." 

"If anything, chances are the woman that I was with on the night of the attack was using me to satisfy her." Roxas retorted. "I liked it, sure, but that's neither here nor there. But I must point out that I had no more idea that Millennium were going to make their move then than you probably did. Had I known, things would most certainly be different. But they weren't, so how about you shut the fuck up about shit that you don't understand, okay?" 

Roxas could see Diana clenching her teeth, as well as sense Godly aura seeping off her in her anger. He briefly considered summoning Clarent Galatine in case Diana drew her own sword and attempted to run him through right here and then. 

It was then that Roxas noticed Dr. Strange standing a couple of paces away, his own aura seeping off of him, but in a far more controlled, deliberate manner than Diana. 

"If you're going to fight, do it somewhere where there isn't a risk of a good 20 million civilians biting the dust because of it." Strange spoke, his voiced raised in a warning tone. "Or better yet, don't do it at all, least of all in my home." 

Roxas and Diana glared at each other for a couple of seconds before Diana turned around, opened a transportation-circle for herself, and stepped through it, shooting a dirty look at Roxas as she went. Roxas raised his middle finger to her in return, before sighing as her transportation-circle closed. 

"Sorry, Doc." Roxas spoke to Strange. "But she started it." 

"I saw." Strange replied. "And I'm happy you didn't escalate it." 

Roxas chuckled, took a breath to calm himself, opened a transportation-circle for himself and stepped through it, just as Diana had done with hers, and landed in the living room of his personal Greek villa. He had to hold his hand up to his face to shield his eyes from the sun for a second as his eyes adjusted, but once they finished, he looked around and saw only one other person in the room with him. 

"Isane." Roxas greeted his Bishop's Pawn. "Hi." 

"Hi." Isane replied. "W-won't be here long, I just needed to get something that I forgot to bring home from when I was here for that training session a few days ago." 

She held up a jacket in one hand. 

"Ahh." Roxas replied. "You unlocked a subspecies Balance Breaker during that training session, right? Nice one." 

Isane blushed slightly. 

"Not every day that you see one as cool as turning into a fucking Dragon, if what Elsha's told me is true." Roxas continued. 

Isane's blush deepened. 

"Y-yeah, you're right." She replied. "Roxas, I also want to... tell you something." 

Roxas raised his eyebrows for a second. 

"Oh yeah?" the silver-haired Nephalem asked. "And what would that be?" 

"I... need just a minute but... please listen." Isane answered, finding that now she was about to tell Roxas how she really felt about him, a wave of fear came over her. She took a couple of breaths to try and psyche herself up, even if it didn't help much. Roxas shrugged, sitting down on the nearest couch. 

"I'm listening." He replied. Isane took a couple more breaths, these ones slower, before she started speaking again, doing her best to keep her tone even. 

"I've wanted to say this for a long time, and after seeing how you've been with Elsha, with Valian, with Rias, with everyone that lives with you... I don't want to be left out." Isane muttered to herself, before looking straight at Roxas. 

"Roxas, I... I love you!" 

... 

There was silence between Roxas and Isane for a second as Roxas silently acknowledged what Isane said. 

"You do?" Roxas broke the silence as he regarded Isane in front of him, her breaths now becoming slightly faster as she awaited his reaction. 

"Y-yes." Isane replied. "You're honest with everyone, you help everyone, you're super nice, you're... strong, you're... really handsome..." Isane trailed off as her eyes wandered towards Roxas' body rather than being focused on his face, causing Roxas to chuckle. 

"I get what you're saying, Isane." He replied. "And I'm happy to hear all of that. Great to hear you being honest with yourself." 

Isane blushed, feeling happy that Roxas didn't out-and-out reject her from the start, but... 

"How- how do you feel about me, exactly?" Isane asked of her King's King. 

"Well, it's certainly positive feelings overall from me to you, Isane." Roxas replied, not skipping a beat. "You work hard, train hard, you're also honest with everyone... you're just all-around a good person." 

Isane felt her heart lift when she heard Roxas saying what he said. 

"And I'm not just talking about how good you look, either." Roxas continued. "Especially in that uniform." He added, making Isane blush as red as her Boosted Gear, but he continued further. 

"I love everyone in my peerages, and that includes the peerages of Valian and Rias. And that includes you, Isane. I certainly wouldn't mind loving you in the way you're doubtlessly thinking of." 

Isane's mouth opened slightly from surprise, as her blush became brighter still. 

"Y-you... m-mean..." Isane slowly stammered, feeling tears begin to well up in her eyes. 

Roxas calmly opened his arms to the Red Dragon Empress, a smile coming to his face that seemed to confirm his answer to Isane's unasked question. 

"Come here." He replied, simply. Isane then proceeded to jump forward onto the sofa, hugging Roxas tightly. She didn't even need to speak to convey what she was currently feeling, and Roxas simply smiled all the while for a couple of seconds, before his smile took on a more... sinful, edge, as Isane pulled back from her hug. 

"Now, how about we confirm your place in my harem, right here, right now?" Roxas asked. "I'm sure you've fantasized about this very moment, right?" 

Isane nodded, going red again. 

"Y-yeah, but that didn't do much by way of making me ready for th-this..." she mumbled, gasping slightly as Roxas laid hands on her school uniform, which she was still wearing. 

"Then I'll start off." Roxas replied, his crimson eyes giving Isane a feeling of comfort as she stared into them. "May I?" 

Isane nodded, and blushed as Roxas deftly undid he buttons on Isane's shirt, slowly revealing more and more of what she wore underneath as he did so. Once all the buttons were undone, he stood up and began pulling off his own clothes, starting with his casual jacket and As I Lay Dying t-shirt, then undoing his pants, shaking them off and kicking them into a corner as he did so. 

Once he was left in nothing but his boxers, Isane stood up, looking at his body in awe, before beginning to move to take off her own uniform herself, finally finding the courage to act on her own. 

Roxas smiled as he did so, watching as Isane shed her shirt, shoes, socks and skirt, before she stood before Roxas in nothing but a sexy underwear set that... he swore he had seen at least once before... 

"I, uh... borrowed this set from Rias, since I can sort of fit it, now..." Isane mumbled, her blush returning. "Do you think it looks good on me?" 

"It looks great on you." Roxas replied, now remembering where he had seen the underwear set before. Rias had come into bed with him one time soon after they had returned from the Gremory Manor, in a particularly kinky mood. The ensuing sex that resulted between Roxas and Rias resulted in Roxas tearing up the underwear set as he fucked Rias' pussy and asshole, and he had given the set to Penemue to repair and reinforce afterwards. 

Roxas stepped forward and gently caressed Isane's bare, slim waist, before his hands travelled downwards and cupped around her butt. 

"As good as they did on Rias, easily." 

Isane gasped at Roxas' actions, before she smiled and moved into him to lean up and initiate a kiss on the lips. It was easy enough to do, as Roxas was only an inch or two taller than she was. 

"Thank you..." she whispered. Roxas pulled back a little after a couple of seconds. 

"No problem." He replied, his voice also barely more than a whisper, before he resumed the kiss with Isane, allowing his fingers to sink into the soft flesh of his Bishop's Pawn's ass as he pulled her closer to him. 

Isane moaned into Roxas' moouth from Roxas' actions, lifting up her arms and wrapping them around his back, pulling him closer to her in turn. A wave of confidence shot through her as she did so, while she also felt her body heating up slightly. Whether that was just from arousal, or if Ddraig had something to do with that, Isane didn't know. But what she did know was that she felt herself becoming bolder, and more willing to try certain things. 

After a second's hesitation, her hands trailed downwards as Roxas' had done on her body earlier, resting on his ass and gently groping it, causing Roxas to let out a soft moan. 

"Not bad." He grinned, after pulling back. He then began backing up, pulling Isane with him (which she went along with), until Roxas dropped back down onto the couch, letting go of Isane as he did so. He then proceeded to pull down his boxers, revealing his foot-long cock to her. 

Once Isane's eyes locked onto the appendage that used to be confined by the silverette's underwear, she couldn't bring herself to look away. Much, MUCH larger than any of the cocks she had seen in pornos, Isane could barely believe that she was seeing a cock like that right in front of her own two eyes. She was also unsure of how his cock would fit inside her, given how big it was. 

She was staring at Roxas' cock for so long that she didn't even realise that she was ogling him, until she was snapped out of her little stupor by Roxas' dark chuckle. 

"I'm glad you're enjoying the view, Isane, but I'm sure you'd enjoy it even more if you got to directly feel my cock on your hot self." Roxas smirked. "Or, better yet? How about inside you?" 

Isane felt a rush of arousal at Roxas' words, and knelt down once she got close enough to Roxas' cock. Shaking slightly, she took the base of it in one hand and slowly began stroking him up and down, leaning towards the head of it with open mouth. After a couple more seconds, she then wrapped her mouth around the tip of the huge member in front of her, and lowered herself onto it, managing to take about four or so inches of Roxas' cock into her mouth, stroking the rest with one hand as she did so. 

Taking a couple of seconds to savour how warm Roxas' cock felt in her mouth, and the slightly salty taste of it on her tongue (as well as the oppressive yet pleasant feeling of just the tip of his prick filling her mouth up, Isane began slowly bobbing her head back and forth on Roxas' lovestick. She made her mouth into a miniature vacuum, and sucked hard on the part of Roxas' cock that currently fit into her mouth, drawing out further moans from him 

"Hmm, that's good." Roxas uttered. "You're a n-natural at this, Isane." 

Blushing heavily from the compliment, Isane mumbled something in reply (that was muffled to the point of not being able to be understood via the sheer amount of cock in her mouth), and returned to bobbing her head on his cock, but going slightly faster this time. 

Roxas moaned some more, reaching down and holding onto the back of Isane's head with one hand, subtly guiding her movements as she continued to bob her head back and forth on his cock, steadily making her take slightly more and slightly more of his cock into her mouth at a time: going from four inches to four and a half, four and a half to five, five to five and a half, and five and a half to six. Soon enough, Isane was easily taking half of Roxas' cock into her mouth, and stroking the rest of him with both hands. 

"Hmm!" Roxas threw his head back against the couch and moaned still-harder, slightly thrown and straight in-guard by how well Isane was doing for a supposed first-timer. "J-just like that! Fuck!" 

'Sora Aoi, do not fail me now!' Isane thought, increasing the speed of which she bobbed her head back and forth on Roxas' cock even further. She felt Roxas' huge manhood beginning to pulsate in her mouth, as well as said manhood's warmth increasing still further, which drew out a primal urge to suck even harder and even faster. 

"FUCK!" Roxas shouted as he felt himself going over the edge. His climax finally crashing over him was accompanied by a stream of cum flying from his cock and straight into Isane's mouth (or the small part of it that wasn't already occupied by his rapidly-pulsating tool). Isane instinctively swallowed the first spurt of cum that went into her mouth, surprised at how strong the taste was. It was as if one took the warmth and slight saltiness of Roxas' cock and turned both factors up past 11 and stopped at around 15. 

However, she was unable to swallow all of Roxas' cum, as some of it leaked out of her mouth and drizzled onto her chin, eventually dropping down to her breasts and lightly staining the lingerie set she still wore. When she lifted herself off of Roxas' cock entirely, she was caught off-guard by another spurt of cock leaving Roxas' cock and just landing all over her upper body: her face, her mouth, her tits, everywhere. 

"Wow..." Roxas muttered, standing up and looking down at Isane (who licked her lips to scoop what she could of Roxas' cum into her mouth). "I've never had someone be able to make me cum that quickly from a first-time blowjob. You sure you don't have any Succubus physiology in you, Isane?" 

"I don't th-think so." Isane replied, standing up herself as her blush returned. "I'd probably have done th-this, and more, before now if I was even part-Succubus." 

"Fair point." Roxas replied, smiling as he scooped some of his cum off Isane's face and breasts with his fingers and fed the cum to her via his digits. "So, what do you say to taking this upstairs?" 

The unexpectedly sultry look Isane gave Roxas was all the answer that he needed. Though the small "eep!" that she let out when Roxas scooped her up, bridal-style, and began carrying her upstairs slightly took away from the sensual image that she attempted to create... not that Roxas cared in the slightest. 

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The ATTOSECOND that Roxas set Isane down after entering her bedroom, Isane leant in and pressed her lips against Roxas, wrapping her arms around his back as she did so. Roxas returned the kiss as well as the gesture, and pulled his Bishop's Pawn onto his bed, while the kissing continued. 

"Hmm..." Isane moaned, taking one of her hands off of Roxas and reaching down to pull her underwear down, revealing her neat-looking pussy to Roxas. "Roxas... please, take me." 

Roxas grinned a perverted grin. 

"I plan to." The Nephalem replied, pulling a quick move that flipped himself and Isane (who was originally on top) in order to make him the one on top. As he reached down and behind Isane to deftly undo the bra that she wore with one hand, he guided his cock towards, and into, her pussy with his other hand, breaking Isane's hymen in the process and slowly entering her. 

Isane whimpered for a moment through the momentary pain that having her virginity taken brought her, though the pain didn't hurt her as much, or last as long, as she expected it to. She threw the undone bra off her chest, revealing her impressive breasts to Roxas as he fully nestled his cock inside her. 

"How does that feel?" Roxas asked, leaning down and gently pressing his lips against Isane's. 

"S-so good..." Isane replied, feeling the pain from before replaced by incredible pleasure, Her eyes rolled in their sockets momentarily, and her tongue hung out for a second as she got used to Roxas' foot-long member all the way inside her. 

"Good." Roxas replied, pulling back a little bit, before slowly thrusting back in. "Because there's a lot more where that came from." 

"Hmm!" Isane moaned, reaching down to the bedsheets and clutching them hard as Roxas began thrusting inside her, starting slow but building up in pace all the time. Isane was barely able to think of anything but the newfound pleasure she felt. 

The fact that the pleasure she now felt was being given to her by the very man who she had feelings for, with him having accepted those feelings, seemed to boost the pleasure she felt even further. 

"Ahh, this feels so much... b-better than I fantasised!" Isane moaned, her body shaking in tandem with every thrust Roxas made (with his thrusts now having reached a moderate speed), which just made her large breasts bounce around a little on her chest, drawing Roxas' eyes to them. She moaned even further as Roxas' hands slid up from her waist to said breasts, and lightly groped them as he kept thrusting. "Ohh, that's good~!" 

Her moans were momentarily stifled by Roxas leaning down to kiss her, seemingly assaulting her body with pleasure from as many angles as possible. It was almost overwhelming for the formerly-virgin Red Dragon Empress. 

Feeling another wave of confidence enter her, Isane returned the kiss with enough vigour to surprise, and temporarily overwhelm, Roxas. Pressing the sudden advantage, pushed her tongue forward into Roxas' mouth (which opened further at her silent request, allowing her tongue inside), and mingled it with his own. All the while, Roxas' thrusts into Isane became faster and harder, with the pleasant sound of their bodies slapping together being the main thing that dominated the room. 

'Yes, yes, yes!' Isane chanted, in her mind, as she felt a tight feeling beginning to build up in her core, which only grew in intensity every time Roxas thrust into her. Eventually, she had to pull back because of her need for oxygen, and yell "R-Roxas! I think I'm c-close, to-!" 

And that was all the warning Roxas got before Isane's speech devolved into a loud scream of pleasure as she hit her own climax, the first one she had ever hit under the power of someone else instead of under her own power (i.e. masturbating). 

Isane's cock suddenly clenching down on Roxas' cock in a vice-like manner was enough to push Roxas to the edge, with a couple more thrusts from him being all that was needed to get him over said edge, triggering his own second climax. 

Isane's chocolate-brown eyes rolled around in their sockets as she felt her pussy and womb flooded by Roxas' cum, same as her mouth and throat before. She shook a little as this happened, while she also came down from her climax. However, as she did so, she felt another feeling begin to make itself known to her. Something more... primal. 

With a strength that she never knew she had until that moment, Isane pulled a similar move to the one Roxas had pulled before, flipping them both around so she was suddenly the one on top. For the next second or so, Roxas looked as surprised as Isane felt that she had been able to pull something like that off, but didn't make any attempt to regain dominance, with the look on his face simply saying 'go ahead.' 

Isane obeyed Roxas' silent deliverance of consent, and began moving her hips back and forth on the top of his cock, moaning as she did so. She wasn't sure where her newfound confidence with Roxas, or her new strength, had come from. But right now, she didn't care much as to why they had suddenly arrived at this moment. 

All that mattered was that the man she held feelings for was under her, and she felt so DAMN GOOD with his cock inside her! 

Roxas didn't care much as to what had happened, or why it had happened, either. Moaning himself, he reached up to grope Isane's large breasts (which were bouncing hard every time she rocked her hips on top of him), drawing out further moans from her as she rode him. He also began to move his hips in tandem with hers, eliciting more predictable yet pleasurable (to Roxas' ears) moans from Isane. 

What wasn't predictable, however, was how Isane's pussy began to slowly heat up, and as it did so, Roxas' cock in turn began to slowly become more sensitive as Isane switched from rocking her hips back and forth on it to bouncing up and down on his hips like a trampoline. His cock began to throb lightly as the inside of Isane's pussy heated up his cock, causing Roxas to let out more moans of his own. 

"F-fucking hell..." he moaned. "H-heating up your pussy... nice trick, Isane!" 

"I'm n-not doing it on purpose!" Isane cried in reply. "It just started happ- AHH~ -happening all on its own!" 

"Well, whether you are or you aren't, it feels d-damn good!" Roxas continued to moan. "K-keep it up." 

Isane just gave an incoherent moan in reply as she continued to ride Roxas, moaning hard from how quickly Roxas' cock slid in and out of her cunt. Though her initial domination of the current fuck-session was at least decently firm, it was slipping away bit by bit with every passing second. 

'Need to... stay on... top!' Isane thought, tears beginning to well up in her eyes from the intensity of the pleasure that she currently felt. 'Can't... stay on... top much... longer!' 

Any vestiges of Isane remaining in any semblance of control over Roxas in bed died when Roxas' cock brushed up against Isane's g-spot, sending a powerful wave of pleasure through Isane with the force of a mini-earthquake. 

"SHIT!" she cried out, throwing her head back and just dropping onto Roxas' cock, losing most of her functions for a couple of seconds. Roxas thrust into her pussy again, and his super-sensitive heated-up cock brushed up against Isane's g-spot again, causing her to go past crying out in pleasure and jump straight to shrieking out in pleasure, as her second climax crashed over her. 

This time, however, femcum squirted from Isane's pussy, landing all over Roxas' lower body as Roxas came for the third time, shooting a second batch of cum straight up into her pussy and womb for the second time. 

Isane flopped downward onto Roxas' body, panting hard as she came down from her second climactic high. After a second or two, she rolled off Roxas' body and landed by his side, turning her head to look at him. 

"Roxas... you were incredible." Isane spoke softly, through the pants. "E-everything I hoped for." 

"I'm glad, Isane." Roxas replied, pulling Isane close to him and reaching up to stroke her cheek. Isane instinctively moved her head into Roxas' hand, allowing him to stroke her cheek as it felt nice. 

"S-so... how was I?" Isane mumbled. "In comparison to the rest of your h-harem, who you must have fucked hundreds of times between them, how do I compare?" 

"Well, as far as first fucks go," Roxas replied. "You definitely made the top 15, which is in the top half for sure. Hell, with that heating-up-your-pussy stunt you pulled near the end, you might have made it to the top 10." 

Isane let out a short giggle at Roxas' reply, but felt a twinge of pride swelling inside her. 

"I still d-don't know what was going on when that happened." She spoke. "I swear, I didn't mean to do that." 

"Don't apologize." Roxas gently admonished her, before smiling and sitting up. "Though, if it wasn't you, then what happened? Did the Boosted Gear have something to do with it?" 

"Maybe?" Isane replied. "Or specifically Ddraig? His flames are famously strong, right?" 

"That's putting it lightly." Roxas replied, lying back and adjusting his position on the bed. "And that... isn't a bad theory. Oh well." He shrugged, letting Isane cuddle up beside him. "It's something worth thinking about later." 

"Yeah..." Isane replied, feeling herself drifting off, with how close she was to Roxas. "Later..." 

And within moments, the Red Dragon Empress fell asleep next to the man that had now become her lover. As it happened, Roxas summoned his phone to check it, with a call from Raven coming through just a couple of seconds after the device landed in his hand. 

Chuckling to himself at the coincidence, Roxas answered. 

"Hello?" 

"Roxas." Raven's voice could be heard on the other end. "I won't waste your time. The teacher that was meant to accompany me on the second-years' Kyoto trip has had to pull out. Want to take her place?" 

"...Sure thing." Roxas replied. "I was planning on paying a visit while you were-" 

He heard a click on the other end as Raven hung up on him. Roxas blinked a couple of times before tossing his phone onto his bedside table and relaxing, while unbeknownst to him, a certain black-haired pointy-eared Human-shaped Dragon floated, invisible, outside Roxas' bedroom window. 

"The mate of, both Heavenly Dragons?" Ophis mused to herself. "Interesting. Very interesting." As she looked at Isane (particularly, her body. Complete with large bust, thin waist, wide hips and large butt), her body began to expand to match the form of the Red Dragon Empress. 

'This must be a sign.' Ophis thought to herself. 'That this Nephalem... is the perfect mate for me. 

She continued to watch the naked Roxas playing on his phone for a moment before she heard the sound of fabric ripping, and looked down at herself. The gothic-lolita outfit that she had put together when she began taking the form of a young child... had failed to contain the new form she had taken, and shredded apart, leaving her completely naked. 

Ophis seemed to ignore it (after all, she was using her powers to render her invisible to all but the most powerful eyes. Who was going to see her floating in front of Roxas Gremory's bedroom window?), thinking that that matter could wait for later. She saw the door to Roxas' bedroom opening, and focused on that to see a purple-haired teenage girl with similar body-proportions to the current host of Ddraig walking in. 

Back in his bedroom, Roxas seemed to notice too. He raised an eyebrow to see Ingvild Leviathan walking into the room. He got an eyeful of what Ingvild was wearing, a translucent gown over a sensual-looking set of dark purple lingerie. 

"Hey, Ingvild." The silverette Nephalem greeted her with a grin. 

"H-hey Roxas..." Ingvild replied, trying her best to imitate her King's King's grin. Doing her best to ignore the fact that Roxas was BUTT-ASS NAKED, lying on his bed with Isane Hyoudou, asleep and also-naked beside him, the Leviathan descendent took a couple of steps forward as Roxas stretched his body while looking her over. Forcing down a blush as she felt Roxas' eyes raking her attractive form, Ingvild moved forward onto Roxas' bed, her breasts bouncing invitingly in the bra that she wore, and crawled forward, beginning to shed he dressing gown that she wore in the same quick way that Valian had taught her how to do. 

'Okay Ingvild, keep calm!' Ingvild told herself. 'Valian's done this, so can you.' 

Roxas opted to simply watch, and see how what he was now witnessing, which didn't seem very in-character for the Ingvild who had moved in with Valian and himself more than a month ago, played out. 

As Ingvild finished getting the gown off her, fully revealing the lingerie set that she wore underneath, two and two clicked together in Roxas' mind... and luckily didn't make five. 

"Nice one, Valian." He muttered to himself, a remark that Ingvild heard, causing her to freeze up. 

"E-Eh?" she softly exclaimed. 

"That lingerie set you're wearing." Roxas replied. "It's one of Valian's favourites. And it's one of the first ones she got from her regular contract job as a lingerie model. She must have given it to you." 

Ingvild turned as red as a certain Red Dragon Empress, unable to find the words to properly respond to the silverette male's shockingly accurate statement. 

"Meaning that she put you up to this." Roxas continued. "Because you have feelings for me, and didn't find the confidence to come out with them on your own until now." 

"H-how did you know?" Ingvild squeaked, finally finding her voice. 

"Eh..." Roxas looked over at the slumbering form of Isane, whom he had subtly cast a spell on in order to keep her asleep, before sitting upwards and gently grabbing Ingvild by her soft hands. "Experience. Anyway, I think it'd be a good idea if we skipped straight to the fun part of what you obviously want to do, hmm?" 

Ingvild barely had the chance to reply as Roxas suddenly pressed his lips against hers, his boner returning in full-force as he guided Ingvild into the same spot that he guided Isane into when she entered her bedroom with him earlier. 

'He... he's really kissing me!' Ingvild thought, closing her eyes and attempting to kiss back before Roxas pulled away, reaching down and pushing the thong that she currently wore aside. 

As Roxas guided his cock into Ingvild's pussy, claiming yet another young woman as his, and beginning to thrust in and out of her, Ingvild Leviathan felt herself falling into lustful oblivion, letting out a loud moan as she did so. 

Roxas would make sure she stayed in that state for a long while.