||The Devil's Coddle||

Chapter IV

At first, she thought they were black like a dark espresso coffee, but up close, there was not a single hint of bitterness within it. His eyes held the color of a dark hickory lumber. A certain maturity hidden by the mischievous glint that reflected the playfulness of his simpering lips, but it was there. And she wasn't wrong. The Devil wasn't always all play no work after all.

They glowed with humor that made them hard to resist, but enclosed her with charms and wits that made her shiver in expectation, and wrapped her in a gripping embrace she found impossible to escape.

His eyes alone were a far cry from those ogling eyes of the male students'. And unlike those very students whenever they had their PE, whose body screamed of adolescence and sparked immaturity and highly effective at driving the girls away, Lucifer's was completely different. His scent was virile – not pulsating with ridiculous cologne, nor it had any particularly strong scent to it – but it drove her crazy.

Hot and bothered just by the trace of his scent. If she was sane, Rias would have the rationality to be ashamed. Devil or not, she wasn't a girl this easy to be conquered, and yet here she lied. On top of her bed, naked, ravished by a man she barely knew yet the only ray of hope she could see in her darkest hour.

The way he moved and the way he kissed every nook of her body, eliciting her weak moans, articulated his fair share of knowledge about this activity. She had imagined all boys would had gone for the same thing first; the breasts. The pair of meaty lumps that all male ogled upon and secretly wished to cope a feel, big or small. A fact very painfully obvious that she should have an advantage above all simpleminded men.

But not him. In fact, he had yet to pay attention to her chest that he nearly made her beg.

Maybe that was his intention. To lower her into a begging slut.

And much to her surprise and dismay, Rias was thinking on doing it by her own will.

The painful truth was that she had no control over him – like she had no control over her own life. Fighting back seemed fruitless and not to mention it would do little to ease the pain ebbing deep below her belly, coursing through her as if molten candle was being poured upon her.

Knowing this frustrated her. Compared to him, she was like an innocent cub. Helpless under his touch, unable to fight back, mewling pathetically without making a difference. For once she felt utterly powerless. Her powers were of no use, and her carefully laced words were ineffective on him.

"Ah—?! W-wait a minute—!"

Rias locked her legs around his neck as she threw her head back. She had a hand clutching her face as her body arched, quivering violently.

After making her came for the third time purely with his tongue and a little help of his fingers, Lucifer pulled his head away. His brown hair grazed her thigs as he looked at her from between her legs that were locked around his back.

While she was breathing hard, sweating like she had never been before, her heart pounding fast and her sight hazy, Lucifer was grinning a little bit childishly. The Devil was evidently in good shape, and took pride of what he did.

"You soaked the bed, Princess." He sarcastically said. And at that, Rias finally felt the pool of liquid drenching her bed and the cold, damp sensation below her.

After gaining enough strength, though still panting, she lifted her body sluggishly to have a look. The feeling of the wet mattress was no way comfortable, but the embarrassment easily washed it all away.

"D-did... did I sweat this much...?" Even if it was impossible due to the heat of her body, Rias still felt her face burning up a few more degree.

"Why, frankly, most of that is not, in fact, your sweat. Rias."

Her face reddened a few shades redder.

Lucifer's smile widened. Nothing tickled his fancy like the innocent reaction of a girl learning about her body.

"Besides..." he whispered as he leaned unto her, shoving her back down. Her breasts slick with sweat as they slid against his chest. Lucifer brought his head beside hers, and whispered. "I find you arousing."

"Your fragrance is wonderful, Princess. Royally Raunchy might I add." he continued as he nipped her earlobe, and brought his tongue down to her neck where her crimson locks glued to her, tasting the stimulating saltiness of her sweat and her sultry scent.

Rias whined, sighing, and Lucifer brought his face to meet hers, gazing deep into her eyes. "You taste as pretty as you are." he joked, deepening her already scarlet face. "With a tidbit of lewdness."

Cheeks flaring red, Rias gulped. In the devils' society, Power triumphs over Words, but clearly his words were as dangerous if not more compared to his power.

He brought his mouth close, a lip gently brushed hers. Rias closed her eyes. By instinct, she wrapped her arms around his broad shoulder, returning the kiss.

"Mm-ha—" a soft moan escaped as she felt his tongue delved inside her mouth. Believing she had some sort of experience in this, Rias attempted to fight back. She prodded him, gently, mimicking what he did to her. Still, she was the one to make the most of the noises.

She found Lucifer could multitask, unsurprisingly. A hand was fondling her, kneading her breast, fiddling with her erect nipple, while the other hand ran up the back of her head, buried deep within her crimson hair, massaging her scalp.

Without warning, he kissed her hard. Rougher. Lewder. Almost like he suddenly developed a hunger. But that would be mistaken; he always had that hunger. He just knew how to conceal it and when to demonstrate it.

"Mmmh-! Mmmn!" Rias squealed and her chest heaved with short, ragged breath. He wrestled and sucked her tongue. This wasn't a battle; it was a one-sided slaughter. She lost the skirmish and had lost the fight in her. Once again, she yielded to him completely as he turned her mind into puddle.

"—Nhaa- n-no…!" Breaking away, Rias had her warm tongue out and her eyes staring the ceiling as she reached her climax.

The strength of her body left her, and she lolled and fell to the bed, breathless. Her chest labored up and down as her breasts rested naturally to her sides, but maintaining their youthful round firmness.

He only had his formal black trousers, which was then unbuckled and thrown away somewhere on the carpeted floor. Before she could completely recover, not wanting for the flame to cool off yet, Lucifer made himself snug between Rias' thighs as he placed them above his, glistened with sweat and her bodily fluids that stained the sheets below them.

Looking past the valley of her delectable breasts, momentarily marveling at Lucifer's figure, Rias then took notice of the bulge of his dark green boxer briefs. As he had it unveiled, she swallowed nervously as she took in its sinewy appearance.

She shivered, still sensitive as she could feel his warmth as he positioned himself. Rias looked up to him, her eyes lined with uncertainty, and a dash of fear – now that she could think a little bit clearer.

"...W-will it hurt?"

With a chuckle, Lucifer inserted his index and middle finger in her. There was a slight squelching noise as well as the wet sensation. Rias shuddered as he took his finger out, now covered in thin translucent strings of her bodily fluids.

As he licked his fingers, she felt as if he was having a taste of herself, and she blushed. This man either had no shame, or that he enjoyed teasing her for being inexperienced.

"Perhaps it isn't a well-known fact, but when you, Princess, are already this wet, pain will be the last thing on your mind." the Morning Star smiled, caressing the heiress' flushed velvety cheeks with his knuckles, while the other hand held her love handle. "Just relax. I'd never let you feel harm."

Nervousness and fear gone, what replaced them was bashfulness. "Okay— HnnnaAAH?!"

Her glistening body arched upwards violently as Lucifer rammed inside her. Her walls clasped around him tightly as Rias climaxed. There really was no pain, only pleasure that she didn't know how to describe, the dangerous kind that took over her completely and left her raring for more, the kind that she was afraid of getting addicted towards. It intoxicated her like a drug. It dissolved her into pleasure, sending waves of fire to her entire body.

Lucifer growled, equally surprised at the sensation. "Bloody hell, you're blindin' tight..." he winced, losing a bit of his maintained composure while barely forming a steady smirk.

She glanced down, and saw he had disappeared inside her. She could feel the throb that made her frisson radiating below her stomach.

Although, in contrary to popular beliefs, and what she believed herself, there was no blood.

"Whew—" Lucifer breathed, pausing to let her get accustomed to his size, and him to her tightness though steadily relaxing grip.

"H...hnn..." she sighed, breathily. Confusion was ripe in her eyes, mixed with a desperate kind of need. "It... didn't hurt..."

"Oh ye of little faith... I told you." Lucifer shook his head disapprovingly in a playful manner.

"…You didn't tell me!"

"Part of the thrill is in not knowing." He sniggered as he ran his palm over her belly. "But I'll play nice. Here I lie to inform you I shall proceed with the fucking."

She didn't really know what to make use of that information, so she replied timidly, "O-okay…"

A smile played on his lips as he stroked her inner thighs, sending a light shiver as he dragged his hand up to her very wet core, lightly teasing her clit before continuing to the smooth plains around her navel.

"Are you sure? I might not be able to hold myself if you are."

Gingerly, she nodded, and took a sharp intake of breath as Lucifer began moving slowly.

"A-aah... Nnnhmn..." Rias mewled, desperate for that very same sensation, and she made sure he knew as she pleaded this time. "…A bit faster…"

Lucifer paced himself, making sure she adjusted to the rhythm, moving her hips along. It takes two to tango, and it takes an equally cooperative partner to ensure a satisfying sex. He couldn't resist a grin at learning how fast she picked up the pace. Likely due to her devil bloodline, because she was horribly enjoying it.

How the self-assured princess had fallen. By lust, no less. His favorite subject.

Rias opened her eyes, her breasts bouncing up and down in a delectable manner. She eyed at him, and though breathless, the heiress had regained a bit of her confidence in herself.

"Hah… ah… this… this is nothing…"

Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "Getting pompous now are you?"

The sudden thrusting caused her to gasp, and she threw her arms up and clawed the sheets. His intermittent grunt was drowned by her sensual voice. She moaned loudly in ecstasy, having no other care as their breath mingled in the hot and humid air, blending in with the constant smacking of their hips.

He looked at her, at her her lewd expression of pure bliss and then her body. Her luscious breasts and their well-perked pink nipples, feeling them with one palm while the other had to kept her waist supported since she couldn't anymore. She was hairless from her neck down, and she was gorgeous. And suffice to say, Lucifer prided himself for taking this crimson-haired devil's chastity.

While it was fun seeing her youthful breasts swinging and swaying in such erotic manners, bouncing up and down, Lucifer couldn't just leave them alone. Well, he just couldn't resist them. He floated his hands on them, feeling their jiggles, finding it quite funny and at the same time, insanely stimulating.

This was the very reason why Hyoudou Issei craved these lumps of fat he referred to as "oppais".

Sneering to himself, Lucifer grabbed a firm hold of her lovely tits. Rias' voice hitched higher, more sensual, more so as he felt the hardness of the pert pink nipples of the stunning girl—now a woman.

His woman, most importantly.

Quite the loud one, apparently - which he found to be a delightful trait. He would start to doubt his abilities if she could keep her voices from leaking out.

"Nnngh— ha...! Harder!"

And apparently, quite the kinky one. All the better.

"Right, then—" Lucifer muttered as he slid his hands down to her love handles, just above her hips, and raised her lower body. Rias immediately tightened as he fucked her hard, gripping the sweat-body-juices-stained sheets beside her, unable to follow his movements as he ravaged her.

The leverage allowed him to repeatedly hit that one spot over and over again, making her gasp over and over again, louder and louder that anyone nearby would've thought there were more than one woman in this room.

She coiled him in obscene heat— no, heat was putting it mildly. Rias' body was ablaze, fiery just like her crimson hair that swayed as he delved deep in her.

He was fucking her hard, and she was relishing it.

Staring at him with carnal desires, Rias whimpered in between her racy moans. "A-AH! L-Lucifer—! L-Lucifer-sama! I'm—!"

Burying her face in her hands, the Gremory Heiress succumbed to pleasure as she arched her back forward and trembled fiercely. Lucifer, who clenched his teeth as to fight back the intense pleasure, managed to grab hold of her hands to part them away from her face.

He wanted to see her writhe, and writhing she was. Her face was a mess; her hair latched onto her cheeks and some into her parted lips. Her tongue lolled out, and her eyes rolled upside to her head as she mewled the loudest so far.

Most certainly not a face a Princess should show to anyone. Anyone other than him, that is.

Rias fell limp shortly after. Spent and exhausted despite Lucifer was the one who made the most movements.

Inadvertently, her climax caused him to slip off her, and a slush of her juices flowed out from her drenched pink lips. He was fine with it. She was searing. Hot as hell. And the way she cum made him crave for more of the same.

Taking his time to watch her adorable little quivers to die down, listening to the sultry melody of her voices, her quiet moaning as she could still feel the lingering aftertaste of being fucked - the sound a woman thoroughly satisfied, Lucifer decided that it was enough.

For tonight, at least.

More, and she might lose all her face by the morning. Too much, and she might grow accustomed to the pleasure and his surprises. A small chance, but he'd rather not take any unneeded chances.

Any men would devour her right now with the face she was making and such flushed body she had, but Lucifer was not any men. No human either. He was The Devil. He found pride in pleasuring a woman, devil or not. He found satisfaction in lowering a Princess into a normal girl engulfed in pleasure.

And besides... she was his now. This young, supple, gorgeous crimson-haired devil, all his.

Break

Under the velvet sheets that he was quickly getting fond of, Lucifer lied there bare-chested, along with a stunningly gorgeous woman. Her flaming crimson hair spread over her damp bed, some sprawled over his body pleated with dried sweats. Her hair was a mess, latching to her skin, secretly humming the supple scent of her shampoo and the arrays of her hair conditioners among the waft of their earlier activity.

Rias, the pride of House Gremory, the always calculating, ever so composed unless under severe stress, the Crimson Ruin Princess and the Great Onee-sama of her school, had fallen first victim upon his return. But 'victim' was a rather a strong word for him. He preferred the term 'client'.

For the moment, at least. He might like her more than he thought he did.

Smooth cheek rested upon his hard chest as her nimble hands splayed over his torso, drawing circles with her slender fingers as she admiringly looked up at to him, and found his smile.

"...You..." she muttered, her voice weak and exhausted. Her eyelids were heavy for some reason – she didn't expect having sex would exhaust her this much, but it did. But Rias just had to get him. "...You haven't..." she hesitated for a bit, as the term was still a bit vulgar for her, "c-come... yet..."

"Nope. That I did not." Lucifer nonchalantly said, stroking her smooth rear and her spines, sending a little jolt of electricity to her body as Rias whimpered. "But you have, Princess, plenty of times as we're aware. You made up for mine, so to speak."

Rias felt her cheeks heating up again. She fidgeted. "...I was unprepared..." she muttered, shyly in defense. "S-still, you haven't..."

"Your concern touches me." Lucifer's husky chuckles reverberated from his chest, and Rias felt like she wouldn't mind his silly borderline-stupid jokes if she could hear his chuckle. "But rest assured, I don't need food or drinks to live, and I most certainly can live without having to cum."

Rias widened her eyes.

Out of all the things he had done; showing up at an underground hideout the Fallen Angels, wiping the floor with all of her servants by barely lifting a finger, she found the fact that he didn't need to climax to be the most surprising of all.

"Although, like food and drinks, it is indeed a welcome treat."

As his dark eyes fell on her blue-greens, the scarlet across her face deepened a few shades as she shied away. "Th-then... I can try..."

"Oho, dear, dear. I don't think you can last for an entire night quite yet."

Rias heard that right, and her eyes shot wide open. "A-an entire night?!"

"Figuratively. Though, perhaps longer?" Lucifer shrugged, sniggering. "Who knows? We might find out soon." Lucifer's chest vibrated below her face as he hummed, "And they say I'm a "Creature of Pride". "The Dark Prince". And then some. As if I'm some sort of a monster." the young fellow bemoaned. "Can't they think of something better? Something more befitting for me, something among the lines of "Creature of Wits", or "Sharply Dressed Prince". "Pubcrawler". Or something like that."

Rias giggled, feeling the hardness of the muscles of his chest. "…You worry about the small things."

"It's the small things in life we have to appreciate. How can I if it annoys me?" Lucifer beamed, arching an eyebrow.

"…That's a fair point."

"Right? Why not pick something we all can agree with instead of one-sided things?"

Rias' giggles continued as she stared upon his frivolous dark eyes, lost in his gaze, and slowly folding as she stared at his lips. Never had she imagined her first time to be taken by someone she met today, and that it would be a term of a deal.

Demeaned? Of course. She valued her virginity as much as her pride. But the latter had been humbled by his cunningness, and the former was swept down the floor by his charm.

Frankly, she didn't know if she really minded this outcome.

She had found her way out of that accursed marriage, and despite the workout she had been doing for the past hour, her body felt light. Tired, but light. It was as though she was freed from all the worries in her life. And it was all thanks for this man.

Again, she felt the familiar heat climbing again, rising and throbbing painfully as she remembered details of their last activity. His silent, ragged breathing crossed her mind. The pleasure was beyond anything she imagined. Was it a curse? A spell that made her intoxicated to his touch? Or was he simply that good? Why did he have to be that good? Was it her inexperience? If she was more experienced in the arts of sex, would it still feel as good then?

Her inkling musing popped away as she felt a touch on her upper lip. She felt his fingertip brushing her, slowly caressing and parting the top from the bottom, tugging on it as gently as his first bites.

"You have very soft lips, Rias."

The way her name rolled off his tongue made feel all fuzzy and warm. And not the heated kind of warm, but the kind that encased her fondly.

"...So this is how it feels to have a man..." she thought aloud, surprising them both.

Lucifer cupped her chin, beckoning her to come closer. "Mn, no. That's not it, Princess." he whispered, his throaty tone caressing her once more. "That is how it feels to be cherished."

Rias felt something. The feeling was unfamiliar, weird, kind of scary, but instantly she knew what it was.

Without him knowing, her heart was already in his pocket.

So when she realized his heart was not in hers, Rias felt... dejected.

She had given him her consent, her body, for the cost of her freedom. But now, she had handed him her heart and devotion without anything in return. Maybe it was a puppy-love, a feeling spurred in the heat of the moment. Maybe she mistook it for adoration. But it was heartbreaking as she knew how horribly she had fallen in love with him in the same night of meeting him.

"Why the sudden long face?" Lucifer had half-expected her to cry during the ceremony, not afterwards.

Rias lifted her head from his chest, pouting as she sat up. "It's... nothing..."

He followed her, confused, but sat up beside her and stroked her back. "There there... What's wrong? You can tell me about it. I make an excellent listener."

She choked at his joke, but still couldn't quite stop her frown from forming again. "I..." she sighed, pressing her lips tight as she looked at him. "I think... I think I'm in love with you..."

Lucifer's face was full of silent surprise, but she had averted her gaze away and back to the blanket on her lap.

"And I know you don't want to be..." she paused, sniffling as she searched for the proper term. "...Tied with anyone..." Including her. "I know you're not... I... I don't know... The reason I despise the person I'm engaged with is because he sees me like some sort of a trophy. I don't want to be married to a person like that."

"I want to feel special... to feel cherished by a man I love and love me in return. And not just for my body or my name as Rias of Gremory... but as "me"..." she looked back at him, and her face was flushed red as were her beryl eyes. "As Rias."

And there she was in her truest self; not as the flattering Gremory, but as Rias. As a young girl in the dawn of her adulthood with dreams of an innocent maiden. A dream so pure, too pure and gullibly naïve in the world she was in.

Lucifer was confused, though. "What a nice thing to hear! Isn't that wonderful? It should be wonderful, else why am I all giddy for nothing?" For the many times today, Lucifer's nonchalant answer caught her by surprise. "So why are you crying? Touched by your own aspirations?"

Rias looked at him, muddled with confusion—and quite literally, her eye water. "But... You don't love me?"

Lucifer gasped, taking full offense to that. "Wha— my, my, Princess! How unbenign of you! Whoever is to say I am incapable of loving you?" his smile appeared as his thumb gently brushed her flushed cheeks. "And what do you mean I don't want to be tied with you? Princess, aren't we tied the moment you agreed?"

Rias was dumbfounded.

"I see you still don't understand. Would you like to know why I was cast down from Heaven?" Lucifer whispered, softly laying a kiss to her forehead. "It's because their idea of 'love' was limited."

"For them, it has to be platonic. I can't do that. I don't want that, when there's something more that can be done." He smiled softly. He might be called a Devil, but that fateful day, the Banishment, did hurt him so and traumatized him even. Fortunately, he had made peace with that. Or so he thought.

"My 'love', dear, is the kind that involves not only heart and mind, but also the body as well. Both physiologically and physically. Not to brag, but it is boundless, even to those who refuse and ignore it."

Gently, he tipped her chin up. "But you, my dear... you accept it. So what if initially it was for a deal… no one knows what happens next. In this case; you loving me." Lucifer gazed her down, smiling with his eyes as he held her head. "I am not a shallow man, Rias. Yes I am in fact, in love with your body firsthand, but should that become a wall between our growing attachments? And besides! We're devils... why should we adjust ourselves to the rules of love made by humans and their sacred texts… Don't tell me devils have resorted to monogamy as well."

"…No?" Rias responded, quizzed, starting to doubt. "But…"

"Rias my dear, if there's a moment where I fail to love you, or you are unconvinced that I do, feel free to drive a stake on my chest. Do what you think will make you the happiest the longest. Life's too long to be unhappy and be riddled by 'responsibilities' to no end. What do you desire the most at this very moment?"

Rias gave it a short thought. "I've… I've never felt so relieved since so long… I-It might've clouded my judgment to a degree but… all in all… I think… I wish to be with you."

"What a coincidence." Lucifer played a mock smirk, "So do I."

Noting the uncertainty still lingering in her, Lucifer stroked her hair. "Look, Princess, I may have only known you for a few hours. Three at max. But it's easy to see how desperate you. Look at you! You're so young- so youthful to worry about your future this much! And correct me if I'm wrong, Rias, above all else, you simply wanted a taste of blissful romance, don't you? Well here I lay, ready to provide as such. Don't hold back on me, Princess, as I sure won't. I'll coddle you with all the love you want."

And then she bit her lips, and her eyes frantically fought back the tears that was threatening to spill. Rias failed. And she cried hard. Harder than she had ever cried before, and the rawest of all her tears she spent behind her locked door, alone in her bed, distressed by the circumstances that kept on piling up day after day to no end.

But tonight, she let it all loose.

"Aww... aren't you such a delicate little Devil?" As he lent his chest for her to rest, Lucifer chuckled warmly as he stroked her hair, just being there as Rias continued to wept, sobbing to a complete blubbered mess. "There, there. Luci is here for you. For you and to all the despaired women waiting to weep in my chest."

His voice was soft, caring, and it warmed her heart in a way that no one had ever done before. Although she could use without that last statement.

"T'was but a joke, Princess. Do cheer up." But then he snickered. "The Devil's with you. Not a sentence you'd often hear people say when consoling someone, no?"

Though she did giggle a bit, she cried still. And Rias cried and cried, even as a crimson light enveloped the whole room as a pentagram bearing the symbol of the Gremory flashed on the floor. Then as the light died down, another devil came to view. And another stunning one in the form a silver-haired beauty.

But that wasn't the reason Lucifer jolt lightly in surprise. Not because of her blue maid outfit with white frills, not because her dignified way of standing, nor the unique color of her long-braided silver hair, and not because of the resoluteness in her grey eyes, but because the lack of emotions she showed.

Still attending to Rias, Lucifer flashed a smirk to the new devil, ignoring her spiteful and accusing stare, and said in a lighthearted tune:

"Evening. Care to join?"

To be continued...