Natsuru turns over a new leaf! More Unexpected additions and Hot developments happen at the Hanamura Residence! Pt. 2

After they wrapped up their date both, Michael and Rias had to agree that it was a step up from the one they previously had up until the whole cooking and chef hat fiasco. Not to mention the final stab through the already open wound, while Azazel was about to leave he accidentally trampled over the hat that Michael so desperately tried to fix. It took a while to stop Michael's incessant wailing and soon after the date winded down, everyone became exhausted and returned to their rooms for bed while Makoto returned home with Kiyome guiding him back.

It was already midnight and everyone who was on the upper floors were resting and were sleeping in sheer bliss as the loud sounds of muted yelling and some explosions resonated from the lower levels of the Hanamura Residence where Michael trained within one of the first-floor basement's training hall.

The room was a mess with burns and craters with Michael covered in some scratches and soot. His training clothes consisted of a red short sleeved shirt and black sweatpants.

"Alright, I think I can do it this time…" Michael panted.

[Make sure not to overdo it. You don't have that Bishop's twilight healing to help you this time.]

"Have faith in me, Ddraig. After all, we are talking about me. I really appreciate Asia's help, but I could have been fine without getting healed." Michael tapped his chest and left a magic circle marker on himself.

[Then why were you on the ground crying while trying to get up?]

"Upupupupup! Not crying! No only girls cry! Men, we weep!" Michael balled his hand into a fist, "And besides it was all for show in the end just to show that I can withstand anything I can dish out to myself."

[Right…]

"Now let the training commence!"

Creating a basketball sized orbs of demonic energy in each hand Michael threw the two attacks forward while snapping his fingers to initiate Dragon Break. As soon as the marker on his chest began to glow, the two orbs of demonic power redirected back towards him by shaping into large blasts of demonic energy.

"Now let's see if I can improve my agility and reflexes!" Michael grinned as he coated his entire body in touki and took off running. The training was tough yet manageable, he had to keep his eye on both attacks as they try to hit the marker on his chest. From hopping side to side or jumping off the walls during a close call, he took every action he can to avoid getting hit. His past altercation against Makoto's beast form had him thinking about handling multiple projectiles at once while in a fight since Makoto's fox tails were unpredictable and hard to fully avoid.

This was something he needed to really touch up on since the blasts that he was dodging are scathing him with each close call. The past attempts ended in failure and was dangerously close to fatally injuring him had he not use touki to shield himself at the last minute. The first attempt was because of him starting the dragon break before throwing the blasts, as soon as he shot them he was blown away with no warning.

"How am I doing, Ddraig?" Michael panted as he ducks his head and jumps over an incoming beam of energy.

[Compared to your last two tries. You've managed to last a minute longer than before, so your making some progress.] Ddraig kept Michael's time throughout his training,

[But you're still getting into contact with those blasts. You look to be hanging on by a threat at this point.]

"It may not be perfect, but I'm trying to hold out for as long I can. This can also be used to train my stamina to stay in my Balance Breaker form for much longer." Michael saw the benefits for his exhausting training even if it was progressing rather slowly.

Jumping forward onto his two feet, after avoiding the two blasts almost drilling through his chest, he places his hand out to prepare a dragon shot to cancel them out. Bending once more the beams were heading to make a direct collision towards him.

"But I can train to better my stamina later. Let's try again to see if I can really avoid all of those simultaneous attacks." Michael was about to shoot his Dragon Shot until…

*GACHA!*

"So, it was you, Michael-kun." Entering the training room, a white night gowned Kiyome holding a towel allowed her presence be known to the panting devil.

"Kiyome-senpai? You're still up!?" Michael gasped.

[Michael! Remember, you're still occupied with something!]

The bright light of those incoming blasts nearing, Michael could only yell, "Oh, crud!"

*BOOOOOOOOM!*

The room quaked and smoke filled it after the heavy impact as Kiyome tried to stay standing up and see through the smoke. Looking through it the smoke cleared and she saw Michael's body laid out on his back on the floor.

"Michael-kun, are you alright!?" Kiyome ran to him and knelt by his side.

Getting up, Michael groaned and rubbed his head while a thick layer of touki shrouded his entire body, "I can't believe how close that was. Good thing I reacted just in time for that."

Slowly placing down his cloak of touki, Michael patted his chest and sighed, "I may have gotten the wind knocked out of me, but at least it's not so serious that I have to wake Asia up to heal me."

"I'm so, so sorry that I barged in unannounced. I didn't mean for you to almost get hurt while training like that." Kiyome bowed her head.

"Hah! I'm perfectly fine nothing can hurt m-!" Michael shuddered in pain while tried to pound his chest, "Okay, I'll admit that stings a little, but see? I'm still a-okay!"

"Thank goodness…" Kiyome sighed.

"So what's up, senpai? Are you in the middle of doing something at night because it's pretty late?" Michael asked.

"Well, I couldn't really sleep so I decided to get out of my room to stretch myself out. When I was moving around I heard some loud rumblings coming from the basement and came to check on who it was." Kiyome offered Michael a towel, "Here, you look like you need it more than me."

"Thanks." Wiping off the sweat and soot off his body, Michael smiled, "If it was because of my training that disturbed you, then I'm sorry. I didn't think that I could be heard from down here. I've been doing it a lot, so I thought no one was noticing."

"Now if you don't mind me asking, why are you training here so late?" Kiyome knew of Michael's usual tendency to train at night from Natsuru, of course, but besides her lingering annoyance as to why her sister knew of this made her remind herself to berate her for doing things in secret again. But that can be done later, her first question still stood.

"I kind of like doing the extra practice when the day is over just to see if I can get things right. Like right now, I've been struggling with evasion and I want to do better after that whole fight with Makoto when he was a giant fox." Wiping off almost all of the muck off his face, Michael rubbed his eyes and yawned, "I decided to work more on it tonight since I really wanted to have another date with Rias and since everyone helped with it, I could exactly force Kiba or Xenovia to come with me because they were too tired. Doing this alone seems fair enough for now."

"You really thought all of this through?" Kiyome was aghast at Michael's mindset.

"Yeah, but thinking this much hurts, you know?" Michael scratched his head.

[If only you could be this enthusiastic when you do your homework something to which you've been procrastinating to do for these past days.]

"Hey, lay off! If you're going to say that, then say it in my head!" Michael screamed at his glowing hand.

[It won't work because each time I say something my voice echoes through your empty skull.]

"Hahaha! Very funny you, bodiless dragon bastard!" Michael grinded his teeth.

Kiyome could resist giggling at the boy's arguing antics with his dragon partner, but all laughter came to an end when she remembered the true reason she was there in the first place. Lightly tapping her fingers together, she softly says, "Michael, I know you may be sick of hearing me say this, but I just want to say thank you again for helping, Natsu-nee."

"Hmmmm… As much as I do love getting praise, I kind of have to say that it was only natural that I'd help her, so you don't have to keep thanking me, senpai." Michael set aside his towel to rub his neck.

"No, but I really am thankful for what you did. After what she was did, I would have totally been against the notion of helping if I were in your shoes. Yet, you decided to do all you can to help her and give her a second chance. Thanks just doesn't seem enough to express how I'm thankful I am." Kiyome's expression softened.

"Look," Michael got Kiyome's attention as he started talking, "I just basically helped Natsuru-senpai because she's a nice senior, who helped me out. Someone who's that kind towards their kouhai and their siblings isn't a bad person to deny helping. Not to mention that you, her sibling, are a kind senpai too. You helped me when I was in that bind with those handcuffs. Let's not forget how you still had faith in Natsuru-senpai to help make things better. So, I really should be the one thanking you, Kiyome-senpai for being such a very sweet person."

Michael's words were like a hammer slowly breaking through the walls of uncertainty and doubt surrounding Kiyome as her nervousness was steadily replaced with unbridled tenderness. Looking a little dazed, Kiyome placed her hand on Michael's without warning shocking him a bit.

"Kiyome-senpai?" Once Michael looked at Kiyome's face, he saw how pleasantly her eyes focused on his own.

"Michael-kun, I know you don't want to hear me say this again, but I really want to thank you for everything that you've done to help me, Natsu-nee and Makoto-chan." Kiyome's grasp on Michael's hand tightened as her soft hand felt up Michael's calloused hand.

"Thank me, like how?" Michael gulped, the mood was changing so fast that he couldn't try to realize to what she was building this gratitude up to. As she slowly leaned in he slowly grew anxious and curious about what she was planning to do.

"By giving you something like…"

*Chu!*

"…!"

Bridging the gap between their faces, Kiyome's lips overlapped Michael's for that one moment. This inflicted so many mixed emotions within Michael that his eyes literally went wide. Grabbing both of Kiyome's shoulder by reflex, Michael was about to push her off him, but hesitated once Kiyome's kiss grew deeper for that one moment. He didn't know why he stopped himself, but that hesitation ended with a soft pull away from their sudden lip locking.

"T-This?" Kiyome finished her sentence while wearing a cute smile that was really emphasized by Kiyome's embarrassed yet somewhat confident attitude.

"Kiyome-senpai…" Michael was breathless as he tried to regain his bearings, but Kiyome continued speaking with an affectionate smile,

"Michael-kun, I want to thank you by giving myself to you. You've already taken my first kiss, so I want you to take my "first" time as well." Leaning herself into Michael's chest, Kiyome snuggled in closer in a playful manner.

"You're first kiss, I took it? Wait, you want me to be you're "first"?" So many things were happening that Michael couldn't even keep up, "Kiyome-senpai, are you serious about this though? I mean, I don't want you to do this just because you want to express your gratitude. You shouldn't give yourself to me because of that. Do it with someone you love instead."

"But that's exactly it. I'm giving myself to you because I do love you." Kiyome muffled through Michael's chest as she looked up with her eyes longingly looking up at him.

"Y-You love me?" Michael stammered as those words shot through him like bullet coming at him from out of nowhere. These mixed emotions were welling up within Michael as he tried to get his head together.

"Mmm…" Kiyome looked up at him to nod.

"Whoa…" Michael was lost for words, hearing those words really knocked him off balance as he never gets used to the feeling it gives him, but the lingering thought about his relationship with Rias came to mind, "Kiyome-senpai, hearing you say that really makes me happy, but I'm already dating Rias and…"

Pushing him down on his back, Kiyome straddles, Michael's hips without any warrant for his words as she shakes her head and cries, "I already know of Rias-san's position as your first, but I still want to at least try and catch up to the others. I've already accepted you as my fiancé, too, but that's just not enough to express how much I adore you. So, I want to fully show my resolve for you, so please let me do this for you, Michael."

Grasping his hand to put on her breast, Kiyome lightly moaned as Michael's body jump started from the soft feeling of her chest in his hand.

"Please…" The way she looked in his eyes was just too hard for him to look away.

Michael's once shabby resistance faltered once he saw the moisture collect near Kiyome's eyes, he was still a little conflicted about the whole thing, but knew that rejecting Kiyome's true feelings would devastate her and that was the last thing he wanted to do. Retracting his hand away from her breast, Michael slid both of his arms around Kiyome's sides and wrapped her in for a close embrace.

The feeling of her soft chest compressed against his own flat one felt incredible. As the tight compression of her breasts formed a great view of her cleavage from within her nightgown.

"All right, Kiyome-senpai, show me your resolve…" Michael muttered in a low voice as he gave her a reassuring smile.

Moisture now forming into tears, Kiyome looked Michael in the eye and whispered, "Thank you."

*Chu.*

[Lemon Mode, activated]

Getting resettled into a new position on a bed was left in the training hall for convenience should he ever feel too fatigued to move after working out too hard. Leaning over Michael as he laid on his back, Kiyome pressed her lips up against Michael's once more though with a little less pressure than before. It was a sweet kiss that was expressing her adoration for him as she slowly wrapped her slender arms around his neck, yearning to be closer to him.

Purposely closing his teeth over Kiyome's lip, but not too hard to pierce skin, but not too soft that she didn't feel him lightly nibbling to further tease her into kissing him a little bit harder. It was only for a few moments that he sucked on her soft skin before swooping in to envelop the kiss once more with a little surprise.

Kiyome practically yelped in delightful surprise as Michael's tongue coiled around her own and greedily suckles it between his lips before returning to engage in their kiss. Even while sitting up their drawn-out kiss resumed as Kiyome stayed sitting on Michael's.

Eventually they broke their lovely kiss for a much needed break to breath in the oxygen that they were lacking. A thin trail of saliva connected to both of their lips as they stared passionately into each other's eyes as they took in heavy breaths.

"M-Micha-kya!?" Kiyome was alarmed once more as Michael's hands slid from her hips and down to her panty-clad bottom. His sudden grabbing was abrupt and very gentle, indirectly telling Kiyome that it was something that happened because of the heated-up moment.

Looking up rather apologetic with a bitter smile, Michael said, "Sorry, Kiyome-senpai. That kiss really excited me, making it really hard for me to hold back. It's been a while since I've done it and you're really..."

Kiyome trembled at the touch of Michael's fingers on her shoulders.

Calloused and rough from the many battles that their owner had endured yet gentle and soft. Michael tenderly brushed her shoulders, sliding the straps down her arms and freeing her bountiful breasts hidden beneath. Michael looked in awe, hypnotized by the pink of her nipples. Dazed, he reached out, caressing them with his hands.

Kiyome closed her eyes, a bright pink shading her cheeks.

A shiver coursed through her body as Michael tightened his grasp, squeezing her mounds like apples, working into kneading motions, pushing her stiffening nipples around in the palms of his hands.

"Ngh..." A soft moan escaped Kiyome's lips. Michael pushed a little harder on her right breast while squeezing the exposed nipple of her left between his fingers, pinching it slightly. "Ahn...!"

However, as he saw Kiyome's face contort into pleasure, the girl biting down on her lower lip to hold back her moans, a thought occurred to him.

He stopped, earning an almost-annoyed look from a red-faced Kiyome. "Senpai...?"

"Hm?"

"You didn't wear a bra, did you...?"

The way Kiyome's face flushed red gave him his answer.

A feeling of excitement rushed through Michael as he smirked, "Could it be that you're actually a little bit of an exhibitionist?"

Kiyome opened her mouth, sputtering out words that almost formed something coherent, but was silenced when Michael pressed his mouth against hers, tangling their tongues in a passionate kiss, his right hand tracing the inner part of her thigh towards her crotch. He could feel her body tense the closer his fingers came to her panties. He didn't even have to go that far to feel the moistness trailing down her legs. He pulled away, a trail of saliva between their mouths.

"You're already wet." His smile softened, "You really do like having your breasts teased. Did you get jealous thinking about what I do with Rias' breasts?"

"I-I-" Before she could respond, Michael reached out against, tightly cupping her left breast. He played with it as if it were a toy, softly pushing it inward and squeezing it.

"Did you stop wearing bras because you wanted to be teased like this?" Still squeezing her breast, Michael leaned forward to the point her nipple was a centimeter from her mouth. He could see the anticipation on Kiyome's face, the girl both hoping for and expecting. Fulfilling her wish, Michael buried his face in her mountain, sucking her nipple in his mouth, tracing around it with his tongue.

"Aah!" The squeal escaped between her lips before she could stop it. She tried to cover her mouth, but Michael grabbed her arms before she could. "W-Wha-?"

Michael raised his head, smiling. "Your moans are too cute. I kind of want to hear more." Even though he was smiling, Kiyome could see the dark silhouette of a sadist hovering above him.

"Y-You're evil!" Kiyome complained. "Y-You-Iyaa!" Michael immediately buried his face in her breast again, licking the top and bottom before returning his attention to her sensitive, rock-hard teat.

'Maybe a little more...' Michael thought to himself, brushing his middle finger against the front of her wet panties.

"Mmh!" Kiyome jumped so suddenly that Michael was almost thrown off. Even she was taken back by her sensitivity.

The sensitivity of a virgin.

That thought excited Michael. Being the one teasing a virgin was fulfilling.

He now sort of knew what Akeno and Rias saw in it.

He wanted more.

A two-front attack began on Kiyome's body, Michael squeezing her nip tightly between his lips as he began brushing his middle and index finger against the soaked front of her panties. Kiyome squirmed as he pushed his fingers harder, digging through her underwear and into her dripping flower behind. She tried to escape, but Michael's "power" was too strong. Whenever she tried pulling her breast away, he would weaken her by pushing his fingers into her pussy and, when she tried to block his fingers' entrance, he would nibble on her sensitive bosom. It only got worse when he moved the G-string blocking her "Heavenly Opening" and brushed his bare skin against the edge of her pink flower.

He gave no warning before sinking his fingers deep into her flesh.

"Uwaaah!" That one made Kiyome shriek towards the Heavens, more of her juices squirting onto Michael's hand. She shook her head, taking a deep breath, "S-Stop...I can't...!" Her walls tightened, greedily trying to draw his fingers in deeper despite her protests.

There was no mercy.

Michael moved his fingers around inside her, brushing his fingers against every space inside of her he could get at. She couldn't even resist anymore, bucking her own hips against his fingers as her body pleaded for release.

"Mmh nng mmh!" Michael hummed out, his hot breath stimulating her already stressed nipple, "You're about to come, aren't you, Senpai?"

"M-Michael-kun...Ah-Ahhhn!" Kiyome wrapped her hand behind the back of Michael's head, keeping him from removing his mouth while quickening the movement of her hips, "Michael-kun...! Michael-kuuuun!"

Her walls tightened fiercely around Michael's fingers, a final piercing scream of pleasure from Kiyome's mouth as her pussy's juices sprayed free.

The bed was forever stained with a lewd reminder of her first climax.

Kiyome's body trembled from the reverberations of pleasure, the girl hugging herself as Michael pulled away, removing his fingers, now dripping with Kiyome's love juices from her twitching slit.

He stared at his hand to the pleasurably numb girl in front of him, "...Did I do that good?"

Kiyome was smiling (albeit lewdly), so he took that as an affirmative. Predatory instincts had taken over his body and, the next thing he knew, he had Kiyome screaming in pleasure.

And the predatory desire had yet to cease.

The throbbing organ between his own legs told him that.

He turned to Kiyome, standing up on his knees with his bulge pitching a tent beneath his pants. Impatiently presenting himself, he stood and gave the girl a nice view of his "surprise".

He smiled apologetically, stroking the bottom of it once as if to emphasize its length, "Senpai, even though you were the one who got off, I ended up getting this excited."

His teasing worked, Kiyome's lower lip twitching as she tried to vocalize some thought or exclamation, "See it for yourself."

Any attempt to deny her curiosity foiled, Kiyome knelt in front of him and reached her hands for Michael's pants, pulling the waistband up over the bulge it hit, letting his throbbing erection spill out into open air. The cold air only further stimulated his burning desire as did Kiyome's awe-filled gaze.

"See? You really turned me on with your cute moaning." He nudged his tip against her cheek, prodding her as though she were an animal. Michael proudly grinned as he shoved his unrestrained desire against her face, "Aren't you going to help me, Senpai? It'll start to hurt soon if it stays like this..."

All it took was for Kiyome to turn her head slightly. His cock slid into her mouth like a sword into its sheathe.

"S-Senpai...!"

"Hrgh!"

Kiyome's eyes went wide as Michael slid the full-length of his member down her convulsing throat, almost choking her with his sheer thickness.

She gagged twice before Michael gained enough self-awareness to pull out slightly, leaving only the tip inside of Kiyome's mouth.

"S-Sorry about that, hehehe..." Michael apologized

Taking a deep breath, Kiyome finally processed the taste of the man that was pervading her mouth even if just the tip. She put strength into her lolling tongue, bending it up towards the tip, tickling his urethra.

Michael let out a small gasp, too inaudible to be heard by human ears, yet Kiyome could sense his body react to the sensation.

She pushed her tongue harder against his gland, as if she were trying to open it, stopping only when she saw Michael's face twist in pleasure.

"Aah, he looks like he feels good." She thought to herself, pleased, 'I want him to make more faces like that...' She continued kissing the tip of his penis with her tongue, circling around its circumference and occasionally coming back to lightly suck on the head, "Aahmph."

"S-Senpai..." Michael whimpered weakly, reaching out his hand and placing it on her head, far more gently than he had treated her before. Her mouth was hooked on his penis, wet, slurping sounds filling the air as if she were trying to suck Michael dry.

It was great, but not enough to induce him to orgasm. Michael couldn't take it anymore.

Softly grasping the top of Kiyome's head, Michael nudged her face closer to his even more fiercely throbbing cock, guiding it deeper into her mouth until over half of his length had been engulfed by her luscious lips.

"Aaah... It's really good." Michael moaned out, thrusting his cock as far as he could down Kiyome's mouth until he was certain she couldn't fit anymore. He could feel her tongue circling the base, trying to induce as much pleasure as her throat did. His senior reached down towards her own slit, once again dripping with lewd fluids as she began pleasure herself as well.

Kiyome closed her eyes, slowly sliding back off of his penis, a soft sigh escaping Michael's lips quickly replaced by a groan of pleasure as she slowly slid it back in again. Every time she bobbed her head forward, she refused to stop until he had filled up her throat, her mind growing dim with lustful desire.

"Nnngh!...Senpai, p-please stroke my balls too...!" Kiyome obeyed the instruction like a willing slave, extending her hand to his royal jewels and fondling them tenderly, inducing more pleasure-filled groans from Michael.

He dared not say it aloud, but Kiyome's blowjob might have been better than Rias' during their first tryst.

Rias' blowjob had been dominating, a controlling force of pleasure that made Michael's body contort in ecstasy.

While Kiyome's blowjob was different, more gentle, as if she were gently coaxing his semen out.

He felt it the moment his penis tensed up, growing slightly inside of Kiyome's throat, her eyes going wide as he became even thicker. He shut his eyes tightly, picking up the pace and depth of his thrusts until he could hear his balls slapping into her chin. He heard her gagging, her eyes rolling back as her own body tensed, orgasming from masturbation.

"Ooh, Kiyome! I'm... cumming!" With a final thrust, Michael spurted out a heavy stream of thick, white semen down her throat, its volume so great that she could not fully contain it. Some of his semen gushed out of what little space remained between the corners of her mouth and Michael's cock. Her body shivered in pleasure, her own legs beginning to give way between the mind-numbing sweet creme permeating her taste buds and the seemingly unending climax as her cunt continued to squirt out orgasmic fluids.

Michael ended up needing to pull out to avoid suffocating her, too early as the final seconds of his orgasm splashed a load of white semen onto Kiyome's pleasure-stricken face.

"Oh...s...sorry..." Michael sighed out, recovering from his recent climax. Kiyome didn't respond for a moment, reaching for her face with her hands and wiping the semen with her fingers, watching as its thickness seeped between her fingers.

"It's so amazing..." Kiyome smiled absently, bringing her semen-coated hand to her face, "Michael-kun's white stuff is so amazing...~" Then she started to suck the semen from her hand, lapping it up as if it were some form of treat.

Just watching her caused Michael's erection to return with a vengeance, throbbing more violently than before. It sought more than just Kiyome's mouth. It sought her vagina, her breasts, her asshole, he wanted to stain every part of her white in pleasure.

Perhaps it was his Dragon and male instincts taking over.

Perhaps he had always secretly been this much of a pervert.

All he knew was that he wanted her.

"Kiyome...!" He couldn't stop himself. He pushed her back down onto the bed, pinning her arms down as he breathed heavily. The only part of his brain still exercising self-control was worried whether or not he was hurting her, but it quickly ceased functioning when he saw Kiyome smiling up at him, her blushing face adding to her sexually appealing appearance.

"Michael-kun, I'm really wet, so...I-I mean..." She looked bashful, averting her eyes before regaining the courage to look at him, "...I want you to shove your thick, throbbing cock inside of me!"

Her use of vulgar language both surprised and excited him. It was all he needed to hear.

He lifted the front of her night gown's skirt, pulling his over her stomach. Her G-string remained out of the way, showing her twitching, unplucked flower. Ripe for the taking.

Michael spread her flower's "petals", stroking his penis to ensure he remained at maximum stiffness for this moment. He laid on top of her, carefully aligning the tip of his penis with her vagina.

It was a soft push at first, trying to spread it and make some room as he slowly slid his cock inside of her. He pushed softly and gently at first, letting Kiyome grow accustomed to the feeling of his cock inside of her. She shut her eyes tightly once or twice as her tight walls were forced apart by Michael's invasion, but she always opened them right after to look in awe. His penis only stopped once he had reached a "barrier" inside of her. Michael looked Kiyome for confirmation. One last chance to back out.

"What...What are you waiting for...!?" She demanded, breathing heavily, "D-Do it..."

Again obeying his senior's command, Michael thrust forward with all of his might, Kiyome letting out a scream that was a mix of pain and pleasure as her hymen was shredded by his piercing cock.

The tightness beyond her hymen far surpassed that of her throat.

Blood trickled from her entrance, Kiyome letting out pained and pleasurable whimpers as she clung to Michael. Michael's hands slid down Kiyome's body, stopping at her thighs which he proceeded to grasp firmly, holding her body against his to keep from slipping out.

He let out a grunt of exertion as he pushed his hips forward, feeling the walls of her vagina being slowly forced apart by his penis.

He tried moving slowly, playing with Kiyome's nipples so as to cancel her pain out with pleasure. He played with her left breast with his hand while sucking on her right breast, rolling her nipple around in his mouth with his tongue. He continued pleasing her until he felt his cock go as deep inside of her as it could, to the point he could feel his tip kissing the entrance to her womb.

The two breathed heavily as they looked at one another before pressing their lips together, fighting a new battle with their tongues as Michael slowly slid out. Then he leaned forward with his hips, sliding back into her womb with less resistance than before. He gyrated his hips, moving his cock around inside in order to further loosen up her walls.

Once he was satisfied, he pulled backward and slid back in, working up a slow, piston-like motion as he thoroughly invaded the most innocent part of her body.

The inside of her vagina constricted every time his cock stabbed the deepest part, making it feel as though it was literally pulsing with pleasure.

"So tight...!" Michael groaned, increasing the speed he fucked her formerly virgin womb with his tool of pleasure, "I'm going to cum deep inside...!"

Kiyome, panicked for a moment, shook her head, "N-No! I c-can't get pregnant! I can't get pregnant with a baby!"

Michael kissed her again, moaning in her mouth before pulling away, "Don't...nnhng! Don't worry...Kiyome...Mmm...Ooh! Devils have low...low fertility rates!" He winced, her vagina tightening so much that it practically crushed his penis inside of her, "I would need to give you a hundred cream pies before you got knocked up!" Michael kneaded her breast with one hand and pinching her other nipple, causing her to yelp and her inner walls to tighten in conjunction. The way his speed began to increase and the way his cock seemed to grow inside of her, Kiyome knew it only meant one thing.

She tightly clung to Michael, wrapping her legs around his waist as her pleasure-seeking body coaxed him deeper inside, "It-It's too much...I'm-I'm gonna cuuuum!"

"Me too...!" Michael moaned out, "I'm gonna cum inside, Senpai!"

"No-Not ready yet...!" Kiyome said, her body strongly contradicting her words, "Not ready for a creampiiiiiieeeee!"

A final groan escaped Michael's mouth as he shoved his cock as deep inside of her as possible.

They both cried out in unison as Michael's jizz flooded Kiyome's eager womb.

While Kiyome's body fell limp, almost paralyzed by the sensation of her third climax, Michael gripped her body more tightly, his cock refusing to let go of her womb as it spurted shot after shot inside.

"Mmmnnn..." Kiyome breathed lightly, her waist entire waist trembling as Michael removed his slightly softening penis from her pussy, "It...It's so hot...So hot inside...!"

'H-Hold on...when Buchou and Xenovia mentioned that stuff, then wouldn't that only apply to girl devils since "fertility" is usually associated with females rather than guys so... Unholy crap...' Michael's face paled before he shook the thought out of his head, 'No, can't get too wound up about that, I just need to relax since Kiyome-senpai is tired and she's...she's...'

Michael knew that she was at her limit. After cumming three times, a normal human girl would have probably fallen asleep. He watched her chest rise and fall as she breathed, beads of sweat forming around her voluptuous mounds...

And then Michael's rod hardened again, his heart racing.

"H-Huh?!" Kiyome was too surprised when Michael suddenly grabbed one of her legs and spun her around, laying her on her front with her butt raised upward into the air. Her steaming face regained the slightest sense of awareness, "M-Michael-kun...?"

Michael was already on his knees, again lining his cock up with her cum-leaking pussy. "I can't stop, Kiyome-senpai...! It's like your pussy has made me its slave...!" He thrust in deeply the moment Kiyome opened her mouth, the only thing heard being a piercing wail as Michael began to fuck her from behind.

"Uuuuuuuuunnnnghhh!" She could do nothing as Michael's cock struck her womb with even greater force than before, requiring what little stamina she had just to keep from being knocked over, "No way...! It's even deeper than before...! Iyaaaagh!" She wanted to rest, practically going insane as ecstasy became the only sensation her nerves could feel, but with Michael holding her hips into the air, she was left to simply lay there and enjoy his efforts.

"Your womb is sucking me in...!" Michael breathed, letting out a whimper every time his balls slapped against her soaked waist. He pulled her body back, propping Kiyome up on her knees as he reached his hands higher up her chest, wrapping his hands around her breasts, fondling them with renewed passion. Kiyome turned her head to say something, but her lips were immediately occupied by Michael's, three parts of her body dominated by the joy only a female body could feel. He tweaked her nipples between his fingers, kneading her breasts at the same time.

Between being fucked in her womb, having her breasts fondled, her nipples played with, and Michael's tongue dominating the inside of her mouth, Kiyome had no way of suppressing the feeling, "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhnnnnnnn!" She screamed into Michael's mouth as she achieved climax first, riding it out as she was pleasured without stop. Climax combined with Michael's unrelenting assault made her cum immediately after, her pussy tightening with each orgasm.

Eventually, Michael hit his limit as well, his cock expanding once more in a desperate struggle against Kiyome's tightening snatch, "I'm gonna cum again!" His face twisted in ecstasy as he made sure to strike the deepest part of her womb with each stroke, "I feel like I'm going to seriously get Senpai pregnant with this one!"

"D-D-Do it...!" Kiyome pleaded, her eye rolling back as she panted with each thrust, "Fill me up...! Impregnate me with your child! I want to get pregnant with Michael-kuunnshhh sschild! Inshide! Do it inshiiiide!"

Michael grunted in agreement, pistoning as deep and as fast as his hips could possibly allow, "Here it comes...!" He let out a final bestial roar before shoving his cock as far as he could inside of her, "Cummiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing!" He pinched and pulled on her nipples as hard as he could, Kiyome's hips bucking forward as she screamed from climax.

"Ahn...Ahhh..." Kiyome panted, her tongue lolling out of the corner of her mouth, her twitching slit squiring out a mix of her and Michael's cum, "I'm...I'm gonna get pregnant with Michael-kunsshh babiesshhh..."

Even more semen filled Kiyome's already-half-full womb, Michael unable to stop humping Kiyome until her womb milked every last drop of his semen, what couldn't fit inside being shot out with the force of a cannon from her pussy. Both of their bodies tensed as they rode out their last climax.

After several moments of climactic spasms, Kiyome fell face-forward, landing sideways on the bed, breathing softly as she laid her head against the pillow, her wet pussy cold and trembling as the last orgasmic warmth faded from her womb.

It was only after his penis finally went limp that Michael's own exhaustion finally kicked in, his body laid down right behind Kiyome's, wrapping a blanket around both of them and draping his arm over her body to hold her close.

They fell into deep silence, and, for a moment, Michael was sure Kiyome had passed out...

"Michael-kun...?" Or not.

"Y-Yes, Senpai?" Now that the high that came with sex had worn off, Michael had started to feel self-conscious, his now-soft penis laying against her backside. He had literally only had sex once before. He had been so swallowed by his desire that he had no idea how his "performance" was taken by Kiyome, "Is...Is everything alright?"

"..." His heartbeat quickened at Kiyome's silence, "..C...Could you hold me...?"

Michael blinked, "...Hm?"

Kiyome squirmed in the bed next to Michael, hiding her flushed face.

"I...I want you to hold me like you do with Rias..."

Michael blinked again, but his brain was able to process her request that time, a soft smile appearing on his face as he tightened his arm around Kiyome's body, pulling her closer.

"No problem..."

They both passed into the blissful peace of slumber soon after.

[Lemon End]

XXX

Outside of the training hall, in front of the shut door was Kiyome's older sister, Natsuru, who stood guard. She placed a thick barrier to allow no one from the outside to ruin her sister's once in a lifetime chance.

"Huhuhu~!" Natsuru laughed in her hand, she heard the whole thing happening from inside with her powerful superhuman hearing, "Everything seems to have gone smoothly. I'm so proud of you Kiyo-tan."

There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she could hear the moaning from inside of the hall, "It was really a great show to peek in on. Also, it's great for me to have some vital knowledge about this for the not so distant future."

She licked her lips in excitement.

Natsuru disguised her pride for Kiyome's accomplishment with her own self-interest as she envisioned the possible lustful scenarios that she'll face while being under Michael's care. He may not know of it, but that's what made the thought of getting into such an encounter even more thrilling.

"You'd best check your privileges before making such a doubtful claim."

Natsuru narrowed her eyes as she glanced at Rias, who was up awake as she made her way towards Kiyome and the training hall. By the purple nightgown attire, she wore it could be said that she just woke up or has been awake for quite a while. Either way, she was in Natsuru's presence something that she hadn't necessarily done these past weeks, but the end result was turned out to be the predictable choice. Rias was miffed, but in a calmer fashion than what Natsuru would expect from the crimson haired devil.

Natsuru kept her silence as she kept her sights on Rias, who did the same. The two were locked in a tense exchange of stares, it wasn't too hostile that it would to a fight, but it was still a strained look that each girl was making.

Letting out a sigh, Rias said, "Don't worry, I didn't come here to interfere with Kiyome-san. I just wanted to check if things were fine down here."

Rias leaned on the wall across from Natsuru as the latter asked,

"So, you knew about our little plan from the start, did you?" Natsuru kept herself sounding indifferent to hide any form of emotion towards Rias.

"No, not really. You see, I have a habit of waking up whenever Michael sneaks out of bed to come down here to train. I just found it odd that for once he didn't try to come sneaking back into bed as usual, despite his many failed attempts at trying to be quiet." Rias smiled to herself, recalling the loud footsteps and his occasional yet ridiculous tripping.

"I came down to check how things were going and seeing you here explains everything and about who's currently with him right now." Rias crossed her arms and looked to the door, "Kiyome-san has more than deserved this chance after helping us, and I won't deny her or the others their feelings as well. It may get a little hectic, but I have to at least do this much if I want to cement myself as his official girlfriend."

Rias was already aware of the other girls getting bolder when it came to their feelings towards Michael, and since they were devils the thought of a harem being formed didn't exactly feel strange to Rias. She wants to lay the foundation of her standing amongst the others before she could really feel comfortable with fully accepting it, so this occurrence between Kiyome and Michael was definitely the first step that she needed to be more allowing and less worrisome about the girls and their advances.

"I guess my bothersome plan did bring out some more good than bad for Kiyo-tan and Makoto-chan in the end." Natsuru bitterly laughed.

"I wouldn't say that because you came out completely untouched as well." Rias said rather rudely, while it was apparent that she wasn't trying to, "Not only did you commit such chaos, but you had Michael and Shirou bail you out along with Azazel. Now you're a free woman again, or as free of a woman that you'll ever be compared to before."

Leaning back against the barrier covered door, Natsuru breathed out a heavy sigh, "It looks like I won't be getting into any of your good graces anytime soon. You asked the Governor-General about my punishment before he left, right?"

The suspecting look in Rias' eyes were the only answer that she needed.

"Hmph, thought so..." Natsuru bitterly chuckled.

"Look, you may have Michael's kindness to thank for your lightened sentence, but don't get anything twisted. We both know of the things you did, and I surely won't forget any of it. I don't share any of Michael's leniency towards you, so don't expect any sympathy from me." Rias' eyes were shadowed by her hair giving her a much darker visage as she glared at Natsuru, "So just to warn you now. If you even dare to do anything suspicious that would break Michael's trust, then I won't hesitate to annihilate you where you stand, do you understand me?"

"Hmph…I already knew not expect any sympathy coming from you, and do you think I'm actually that stupid? To waste my second and probably only chance by betraying, Michael-kun? He literally helped save Makoto-kun and gave me a chance to stay beside my siblings even longer, he's already done more than what I can even deserve, so I intend to repay him for that." Natsuru's eyes glared at Rias as they had sharp fox slits replaced for her more regular pupils,

"And what you think doesn't even matter to me, Gremory-san. My only worries lie with how he sees me and my performance not you. You may have helped save Makoto-chan for me and I am grateful for it, but I still trust him more than I'll ever trust you."

The 3rd years were locked in an escalating staredown that was further emphasized by their clashing auras until a slight smirk crept itself on Rias' face as she let out a little chuckle,

"Good. I just wanted to establish where we both stood when it comes down to this matter." Rias prepares walking to the elevator,

"I trust that you'll be taking care of them while they rest there? I'll just tell the others, should they wake up before them, a little white lie about both of their whereabouts."

"Hn! I already know that much. I don't need you telling me something so obvious as that." Natsuru said distastefully, their new established common ground was already made so such an attitude would later be seen as typical for their future interactions.

"Well, that's a reliever. Hearing you confirm it is just as better than you simply staying quiet." Rias stops herself from walking to say something with a bit of edge in her tone, "And one more thing, Natsuru-san. I might be more lenient towards Kiyome-san, but don't think I'll make things easier for you, too since you're a new arrival just like her. Personally, I will be the one to make sure to harden any advances you make towards Michael. It's quite a handy perk for being his first, you know."

After stating her declaration of war, Rias left with Natsuru wearing a challenging smile as she glared at the dark hallway that she left through.

"Just as I expected. You and I will never get along after all." Natsuru shook her head, and smirked at the later challenges she'll receive. If that's how things would end up for her, then so be it. Earning something wouldn't be any fun if there weren't any extra stretches to this new strife for Michael's affection.

"But at the same time, it would be much sweeter to wait and take any small moment that I can take for my own personal benefit. This punishment may also have its perks after all~!" Natsuru's eyes glimmered mischievously through the dark hallways. Unbeknownst to her, Michael felt a chill go through his spine before going back to resting with Kiyome in his arms.

(In Michael's mind)

Laying near the edge of a huge open canyon was Ddraig's giant body as the dragon lazily laid his head next to a male figure who was looking up at the sunny blue skies that never changed within this hot, rocky, wasteland.

[It seems that he's already tired himself out, so he's probably won't be active enough to wind up here.]

"Good. I wouldn't even bother to show myself to him even if he did come here." The male figure sighed in boredom, "It's the same pattern as before, a possessor attracting more people to themselves like usual."

[I see that you're getting tired of the same grind as me, but I can tell that you could have stayed hibernating with the other possessors and their fragmented memories just to skip all of this. Yet, you've been watching him secretly this entire time.] Ddraig let his lips curl up into a small smile.

"It's not unusual for him to go through these things, but I actually feel something different about this one. I want to skip these boring predictable parts to get to the new ones, but I can't tell where the new parts are if I just skip through the old ones. It's kind of like reading through a remake of a book." The man groaned.

[If you really wanted to something different to happen, then you should have introduced yourself already, but I know how you are. You're intentionally staying hidden from him until he enters the mindscape through his own free will, using the much harder method for him to meet you rather than you introducing yourself, first. You're always too shy whenever you want to meet someone new. You never change, Belzard] Ddraig shook his head with a nostalgic grin on his face.

"Shut up, you Stupid Dragon…" The man stood up and looked down at the dark crater below, "Why I'm interested this time around is still a moot point. It may end the same way as every time before or it may actually do something absolutely different. It's still up in the air at this point."

As the man looked at the encroaching shadows of the crater slowly making its way towards the surface, he groaned,

"Whether that "different" factor will be a good thing or a bad thing has yet to be seen though…"