Chapter 21 - Game Day Wife

At least when it came to dealing with Riser's folks, Rias was able to get them on her side quite easily. The fact her in-laws also suspected their son to be up to no good and dealing with shady investments helped her out quite a bit. Yet for all of her new allies joining up with her, there was still something that she needed to gather for when the time was right: The evidence itself.

Truth be told, Rias knew that there was evidence, but where she would find it was always going to be up in the air. Riser may have been cocky to a foolish extent, no doubt, but he wasn't about to let his wife have that sort of information so easily, either. So that left the crimson haired devil to try and figure out other ways to get the proof's location out of him.

For Rias, there was good news and bad news: such an occasion rose up for her to take advantage of her husband, but she was going to have to work for it.

A big rating game was showing up on this particular day, and for the devil world those were always going to be a spectacle no matter who the participants were. Riser couldn't help himself and chose to host a party for him and his fellow devil friends, with Rias performing the duties of servant. What the other girls in her peerage were doing was beyond her, but it was no doubt doing anything to please the other servants or keeping Leviathan happy.

And while Rias was happy to wear clothes, it wasn't exactly anything she was comfortable with: all she had on were white gloves and stockings, the latter attached by garters. Her high heels felt like something that a stripper would wear, platforms that she had to practice walking around in due to how uncomfortable they were for her to start. The pink bra barely fit her breasts, showing off her nipples underneath due to how tight it was. And the covering of her stomach was see-through, showing off her stomach for no real reason other than for aesthetics. It was not at all her favorite of attires, but she rolled with it nevertheless. At least he let her wear panties, figuring that she was going to be passed around by her husband's guests.

Naturally, it was only a matter of time before those guests arrived, neither of which the crimson haired devil was happy to see; Zephyrdor Glasya-Labolas, once the chosen heir of his clan before another was chosen due to a breakdown he had at the loss of Rias's cousin, Sairaorg. The cocky grin he made her way as she stood next to Riser at the door was not kind for her, yet she did her best to maintain a smile even as he groped her breasts through the tacky top.

"Nice fun bags your wife has, Riser," Zephyr said, squeezing in on Rias's boobs, "wish I could get one of my own, but not being the next in line for my family's squandered a lot of possible wives for me."

"Don't you worry," Riser assured him with a laugh, "Riser will see to it that you're given time with her."

Then came the second guest, one that Rias felt less kind to because the smile he had just irked her, unable to see the eyes that would emote along with it. Diadora Astaroth would have a calming expression on her lips, trying to be inviting, but the crimson haired devil felt she could only trust him as far as she could throw him.

"Riser, you disappoint me!" Diadora laughed, running his fingers against Rias's panties. "Your wife is fine to look at, but I wish you had placed a habit on her, at least." That comment made her skin crawl, that he had such a kink to start. She couldn't put it into words, other than it felt gross and dirty to her.

"Perhaps if you were to get your own wife, you could dress her up as you please," Riser suggested, leading his guests to the main living space where he had a large screen TV set up for the event. "Now, Rias, be a dear and fetch us a few beers," Riser instructed, "we'll be here for the long run, no doubt."

"Yes, my husband," Rias said, bowing begrudgingly to Riser before walking past Zephyrdor, who gave her ass a hard smack on her way to the kitchen. As she heard the rating game start up, all the Gremory girl could think was how different it was for him to hold such a casual gathering like this. She was so used to the lavish parties that something this laid back with beer instead of wine was so rare. Still, it was best for her that she dealt with a small party rather than a massive gathering for a change.

"Your beers, boys." Rias came back with cold ones for Riser and his friends, with Astaroth holding his hand close to his chest. The crimson haired devil grumbled, aware of what he was trying to do. Reluctantly, she bent over far enough that her breasts would dangle, giving him a glimpse of her ample amounts of cleavage. Even without seeing those eyes, Rias knew Diadora was loving this, though he soon took the beer from her hand before chugging it down.

"Hey, Rias, are your feet killing you?" Zephyrdor asked, patting down on one of his knees. "Why not sit down on my lap for a change? You look like you need a break."

That was a lie, but Rias couldn't deny the request. She walked over and sat on his lap, allowing the blue haired devil to grope her ass while she tried to enjoy parts of the game. But as Zephyrdor slipped his hand under the pink thong, she knew that her duties as merely a beer gopher were going to be short lived.

As Zephyrdor massaged her ass crack, Rias felt his shaft growing under his pants, rising up into a bulge that she sat atop. Riser looked over at his wife, grinning as he saw the deadpan expression in her eyes. She didn't want this, but she was going to have to work for it if she wished to get her way. It was now or never, and she could feel her husband's gaze telling her to start pleasing him and his friends.

Sighing, Rias rocked her hips back and forth against Zephyrdor's lap, hearing him exhale as he felt that nice ass going against him. His cock was starting to grow harder the more she worked away at his dick, with Zephyrdor soon unzipping his pants.

"Good start," he said with a grin, "work that ass against my dick." Zephyrdor pulled back on the thong from Rias's ass, forcing her to feel discomfort as it rubbed against her pussy. As it forced her fluids out of her snatch, the blue haired devil placed his dick under the undergarment, massaging his shaft between it and her crack. For him, it no doubt felt good, but for the Gremory girl it was no doubt uncomfortable, even after all these years being married to Riser.

Speaking of, the Phenex heir and Astaroth were eyeing the fame, though it was clear that they were listening to the groans Rias made as Zephyrdor poked his tip against her asshole, threatening to let it get in her hole. Rias was more than certain that it was quite thick, more so than Riser's own when at normal size, but it was still going to be a pain in her-

"Ahhh!"

Rias tensed up, her back arching as her head cocked back. She stared at the ceiling as she let Zephyrdor push his cock deeper inside her rectum. She exhaled, curling her chin against her chest as she rocked back and forth on the schlong, working the blue haired devil to full mast. She at least wished she had a chance to lubricate him with her mouth, but as things went by so quickly, it was difficult to make things just a hint more comfortable for herself. But as always, it was about pleasing the men.

"That's the expression I like to see," Zephyrdor said, grinning with a violent tone in his voice. "Just the sort of look I want on my women when they're showing how much they love my cock. And such a tight ass, too. I'd say if Riser weren't so fixated on breeding his next of kin inside you, he should be focusing more on making that the most gaping part of your body."

The dirty talk chilled Rias, though she was in an infortunate position where she couldn't protest such hars words thrown her way.

Enough time passed in the rating game that Zephyrdor was ready to bust a nut inside Rias's ass, holding her hips as he controlled the pacing for her. The crimson haired devil was ready to be stuffed, keeping her eyes on the screen for the game even as she had barely kept up with it all the while.

"Grrrrr!" Zephyrdor pressed his spiky blue hair against Rias's back, trembling as he stuffed her asshole full of his jizz. The female devil inhaled as she felt the cream exploding into her back tunnel, squeezing her thighs together while trying to ignore the pleasure this built up in her. Zephyrdor grabbed hold of her arms to keep her on his lap until he was finished, which the Gremory girl was surprised by how much seed he had to give her. She almost felt he was more pent up than Riser was on their wedding day.

Rias stood up, keeping her thong on over her asshole as she tried to clamp down on her sphincter. The last thing she needed was for Zephyrdor's jizz to leak out, otherwise she'd have a mess to clean up on her own.

"Rias, could you grab Riser another beer? And perhaps a bag of those nacho tortillas I love so much," Riser said.

"The pleasure would be mine," Rias said, bowing before pivoting on the heels. She was getting used to walking around in them, but it was still uncomfortable for her to do so while also keeping her legs together to avoid a mess on the fancy floor of their large and classy den. She came back with a can of alcohol in one hand, a bag of snacks in another, but before she could walk away, her husband grabbed hold of her wrist and yanked him down to her knees.

"Hey! What gives here?!" Rias asked, startled by the sudden tug.

"Did you fail to see that Riser's penis was hanging out?" he asked, nudging down at his lap. "Riser was getting hard from the sight of your fondling his friend's cock. Perhaps you could share that same love for your husband, hmmm?"

Rias stayed on her knees, seeing all too clearly what it was her husband was asking of her. She leaned into his lap, letting Zephyrdor and Diadora observe her from afar as her lips locked over the glans. She started slow and steady with him, looking up at Riser to see how much he was enjoying the oral pleasure. As it turned out, he wasn't even paying her all that much attention, save for keeping his hand on her scalp to make sure she stayed in place until he dumped his load. He was clearly keeping his eyes on the rating game, occasionally sipping his beer every few seconds.

While these duties were already humiliating enough for Rias, she felt even worse when Riser reacted to a move made during the game, causing him to almost jump from his seat. The shaft spiked against her throat, causing Rias's eyes to widen from the forced bump against her gag reflexes. She grabbed at her throat, trying to massage the discomfort out, but it was difficult to do now that her husband was starting to feel a rush of adrenaline coming from watching the game.

Indeed, as the excitement amped up between the two devil peerages, Riser grabbed hold of Rias's crimson locks, moving her back and forth along his schlong to keep him erect and ready for climax. Far too much time came from giving her husband oral support, although she could hear from his speech that he was starting to slur his words. Beer obviously had more impact on him than the wine and champagne, but that was just what she needed. Not yet, of course, as she had to wear the three down before she could make that move.

Finally, after what felt like ten minutes of the game's length, Riser grabbed hold of her skull, forcing her face into his lap as he started shooting his jizz down her throat. Rias shut her eyes as she felt the seed blast its way into her body, trailing its way down to her stomach. She had been used to this treatment, but with the more intimate audience, it just felt a little different from any other time the Gremory girl was made to swallow his spunk.

As Riser's grip on her head loosened, Rias popped the cock out of her mouth, taking deep gasps of air once she could. Rubbing her throat, it felt like the longest amount of time she had spent giving him pleasure, although she had dealt with thicker from the same person.

Another trip to the kitchen was made by Rias, taking a moment to use the sink to wash her chin of Riser's cum. Once she came back with another round of beers for her husband and his guest, she came up to Astaroth yet again, holding up the beer for him to grab. Much to her annoyance, he kept his hands close to his chest, refusing to reach out for the beverage. The crimson haired devil became annoyed, but had to do what she could to get him to take it off her.

"Here you go, Diadora," Rias said, leaning over as she let her breasts hang yet again. But as she brought it close to his hands, Astaroth dropped them onto his seat, laughing to himself. "What the…?"

"I'm sorry, Rias, but I don't think I can hold such a cold beer for very long," he teased. "Perhaps if you placed the can between your breasts and sit on my lap, I could have a much easier time enjoying myself."

Aggravating for Rias, as it made her feel like nothing more than an object to him, but she did so regardless. As the can sat between her breasts while nestled under her tight top, Rias shivered as the cold can touched against her skin. It was chilling, no doubt, but she leaned into Astaroth's face to let him sip at the can, all while he took enjoyment of getting so close to her bosom.

That wasn't the only thing he did, however, as Diadora grabbed her thong and tore it off Rias. As he kept his face so close to her beer bosom, he guided his cock against her muff, managing to inject it inside her canal. Rias gasped from the stretch in her cunt, but regardless remained seated while Astaroth took any opportunity to push against her cleavage while feeling so incredibly relaxed by using her in such a demeaning way.

With Diadora's rod directly interacting with her pussy, Rias felt the most pleasure coming from him than the other devils, although it wasn't something she was happy about. She would rather not feel such pleasure, but endured it nonetheless. Her skin grew sweaty as she rocked against his cock, all while he continued to drink the chilled beer from the can between her tits. Astaroth groped those boobs as he pushed them against his face, burying himself while hearing the sounds of pleasure coming from the crimson haired devil.

Enough time passed during the game, with Zephyrdor and Riser ignoring Astaroth and Rias to cheer on their respective team. Diadora was clearly too busy smothering himself against the Gremory girl's tits and drinking his beer to be invested in the excitement, rocking against Rias as her hips already grind at his shaft. Both were about to unleash their climax, with Rias wrapping her arms around him as her chin sat on his shoulder, letting his face push against her bosom one last time.

Rias growled into his ear as she blasted her juices against his shaft, drenching his lap with her clear fluids. Diadora tensed up as well, squeezing her breasts while he shot his load against her cervix. His voice was muffled by that bosom, though it was clear that he was full of happiness from stuffing his face with her chest, even if the smile only traveled so far with those shut eyes.

And from there it went on, with Rias making multiple trips back to the kitchen for beer to give Riser and his friends. It was surprising to her that the game had gone on for as long as it had, although it may have been that her passage of time was different from the others due to how she was pleasing them with more than just food and alcohol.

But at least by then they were so drunk that they stopped caring about the game, though she had one last opportunity to tucker her husband out before she could get her way. And it was perhaps the most degrading position for her yet, even after all these years since they first married.

With Astaroth beneath her, his cock placed in her muff, Riser standing over her as his cock pushed down her throat, and Zephyrdor pulling her ass back into him while his cock rammed her anal cavity, Rias was stuffed in all holes while the boys used her body to celebrate their team's victory in the rating game. The last can of beer that they shared between them remained balanced on her back, once again being treated as less than an object by her husband and his friends.

Riser looked down at Rias, his face flushed while petting her crimson hair. He laughed, drunkenly pulling at the above sitting atop her head to humiliate her further. There were no words, just drunk laughter and groaning between the three male devils as they treated themselves to her body.

But at long last, Rias felt the explosion occur inside her holes, with all three dumping their loads into her. The crimson haired devil endured the multiple blasts, what felt like the first time in a long time since she was gangbanged in such a manner, but it was still far from the worst cum dump experience she witnessed since her marriage.

The boys all relaxed afterwards, with Zephyrdor and Riser collapsing to the ground while Diadora remained laying on the floor. They looked pleased as punch, no doubt, but so was Rias now that the session and game were over. As she snuggled against her husband to be seductive towards him, she asked, "Are you happy with the results?"

"Riser is more than happy indeed," Riser moaned. "You did…well..to please us all." He was clearly stumbling over his words, a hiccup escaping from his lips. Never before had Rias seen him in such a state of alcoholic bliss, but she had no doubt that he was going to forget most of this, as well as the next few seconds.

"So, I need to send our business stuff in for a survey of taxes and if we can do anything for a reimbursement," she lied, whispering into his ear as though she were speaking sweet nothings to him. "But I don't know where they are, and you're in no state to deal with them yourself."

Riser laughed. "It's true, Riser is sooo drunk…" he said with a yawn. "If it's so important, my business dealings are in the library, buried on a shelf near the forbidden spells…"

"Thank you, dear, and don't worry, you'll find them there when you wake up." Giving Riser a peck in the cheek, Rias made her way out of the den, vanishing through a portal of her own making. She had suspected the larger business dealings were hidden away somewhere, yet she would not have guessed they would be with the more taboo spells for a devil to know. At the same time, it made the most sense that Phenex would hold onto such knowledge, given their immortality.

Now in the library, covered in jizz with the rest of her clothes, Rias was one step closer to removing herself from Riser. Freedom was in the air, now she had to wait for Ddraig to be complete to fulfill the plan.onds. The guests were no doubt ready to pass out, their days likely booked for this recovery period. That should be more than enough time for her to get in and out of thee library befor any of them could leave for home.