The Sleeping Dragon (High School DxD)

… Fine, he wouldn’t go so far as to fuck Irina right outside of Griselda’s door and make the older woman listen as her charge was defiled and creampied or anything like that. While it was tempting to use Irina in such a way, out of respect to their childhood friendship, Issei would give Irina what she wanted, no strings attached. Well… mostly.
 
Tightening up his grip on Irina’s twin tails as she continues to give him an enthusiastic titjob-blowjob combo, Issei begins to drive upwards, while pulling her downwards. The end result is more of his cock coming out from between her admittedly soft, full breasts and stuffing into her inexperienced mouth. Her eyes widen and then start to water, but when she looks up at him, Issei just smiles down at her.
 
“You’re going to prove yourself to me, Irina. If this is what you want… then I won’t stop until it’s done. But first, show me how badly you want it.”
 
Nodding as best she can with his cock in her mouth and his grip on her hair, Irina begins to actively participate, even going so far as to deep-throat his cock willingly as he continues to thrust forward, his dick soon going down the back of her throat.
 
“Glughk… Glughk… Glughk!”
 
As she chokes on his cock, tears form at the corners of her eyes, but Issei doesn’t let up. He hasn’t forgotten, after all, the sort of things Irina said to him. She’s done a one-eighty now, wanting his babies, wanting to join his… well, his harem because there really is no other word for it. Well, she’ll have to earn her way in, and this face fucking will be a start.
 
Drool and saliva soon coat the gorgeous young exorcist’s chin, dripping down onto her pale tits as they bounce and jiggle all over the place. Her hands fall onto her lap, having nothing else to do, and she showcases her subservience and submissive attitude by refraining from struggling or trying to push him away as he uses her twin tails like handlebars or reins to fuck her face and throat to his heart’s content.
 
“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”
 
Her choking is music to his ears… but also relatively loud, which is made quite obvious when Issei feels some shifting on the bed behind him, Xenovia and Asia finally waking up to the gagging, gurgling noises and the fact that he’s no longer laid out between them. Coming up on either side of him, his two sleeping companions run their hands along Issei’s body, showcasing their own amorous intent as they lean their chins on his shoulders, looking down at Irina.
 
“I guess even she couldn’t resist getting bred by a dragon…”
 
Xenovia’s faint words draw a giggle from Asia, who’s eyes sparkle as she licks her lips hungrily.
 
“Issei was always too much for you girls. Too much in a fight… too much in bed. Is it any wonder you both came crawling back for more?”
 
Blushing, Xenovia ducks her head at Asia’s comment, unable to dispute it. Meanwhile, it’s questionable whether Irina is even hearing what the former Nun was saying about her and her partner. Indeed, she’s so busy choking down Issei’s massive member that she might not even process the other two girls’ presence.
 
That said, he’s finally getting close… and so Issei considers how he wants to blow his first load. The next will be inside of Irina’s womb, he promises as much… but as one final minor punishment for her previous actions and words, this first load… yes, it’ll go on her face, he decides. Without further ado, using Irina’s hair as the reins it is, Issei yanks the gorgeous exorcist off of his cock and proceeds to paint her gasping, flushed face with his seed a moment later.
 
There’s a whimper and a mewl of protest from Irina as he covers his childhood friend in cum rather than depositing his jizz deep in her womb like she so desperately wants. But Issei doesn’t let himself feel bad… really, she brought this on herself.
 
With a grunt, he stands, forcing Irina to rock back on her knees as he lets go of her hair and steps past her. In the meantime, he throws a simple order back over his shoulder, one backed with the weight of his presence and power.
 
“Prepare her for me.”
 
Picking up the bottle of water on the nearby dresser, he uncaps and sips from it as he turns and leans back against the piece of furniture, watching Xenovia and Asia follow his orders. Asia is certainly the more prepared of the two, with Xenovia having to follow her lead as the blue-haired young woman seems… unsure of what ‘prepare her’ means in this case.
 
Luckily for her and Irina, Asia is a perverted little slut who had been spying on Issei for quite some time before finally jumping his bones so… in no time at all, all three girls are up on the bed, Irina in the middle as Asia and Xenovia lick the cum from her face, their hands moving up and down Irina’s squirming, wiggling body.
 
Whimpering, mewling, staring at him plaintively from across the room, it’s obvious Irina is enjoying what’s happening far too much and isn’t sure whether she should like it or not. But then, to be fair, female on female pleasure… it was forbidden by most organized religion, wasn’t it? Her and Xenovia would have been raised to consider this anathema, to consider this blasphemy or something, probably.
 
Well, Issei didn’t have any time or patience for that sort of thing under his roof. And besides, despite their reluctance and all around uncertainty, both Irina and Xenovia were enjoying themselves more than they obviously cared to admit.
 
Still, in no time at all, Irina is a slippery, sloppy mess down there, Asia’s fingers making sure of that as her pussy gets wetter and wetter right before his eyes. Finally deeming her ready, Issei sets down his bottle of water, feeling refreshed as he makes his way back over to the bed and climbs aboard. Moving like a prowling predator up between Irina’s legs, Issei slaps his cock down upon her abdomen while kneeling between her thighs.
 
All three women stop, staring as he drags his meaty member down across Irina’s quivering abs, her lip trembling as she stares down the length of her body at his size.
 
“This is how deep I’m going to be inside of you, Irina. This is how far I’m going to go. Do you think it’ll be enough to make sure you’re well and truly bred by the time the night is out?”
 
Shivering, Irina looks torn between wanton desire and a small bit of fear.
 
“W-Will it even fit?!”
 
Issei blinks and then gives her an unimpressed look, making her flush with embarrassment and humiliation as she belatedly realizes how stupid she sounds. Of course, it will fit, they’ve done this before. He’d taken her virginity, after all, and there hadn’t been any difficulties then.
 
Thoroughly embarrassed by her momentary lapse in intelligence, Irina turns and tucks her head behind Xenovia’s shoulder, hiding her bright red face as the other exorcist leans on her side beside Irina’s body, staring down in jealous lust at where he’s about to fuck his childhood friend. Asia is on the opposite side of Irina, and giggles at the exchange, even as she runs a hand down Irina’s front to caress Issei’s cock.
 
“Give it to her. Give her every last inch and make her your woman once and for all.”
 
Well, with such encouragement from Asia, how can Issei do anything else? Irina is still hiding her face as he slides his cock down across her abdomen and pussy mound, until his dick tip is finally slowly but surely pushing up inside of her, pressing past her pussy lips and entrance and into her cunt proper. Despite it not being the first time they’d done this, Irina was certainly acting like she’d never been fucked before, letting out the cutest little mewls and whimpers and whines from her hiding spot.
 
Xenovia, meanwhile, couldn’t help herself… her hand had dipped down between her thighs, and the blue-haired girl, despite being so jealous moments before, was now fingering herself while watching her comrade get fucked on Issei’s big fat cock. Leaning back, Xenovia whispers to Irina, though loud enough for Issei to still hear.
 
“He’s so deep inside of you, Irina. You look so good with Issei’s cock buried in your hungry twat. We’re going to be moms together, you and I…”
 
Irina’s cunt clenches down HARD on Issei’s cock at those words, and a few thrusts later, she’s squealing her way through her first orgasm. Grabbing hold of her by her hips and gripping tightly, Issei doesn’t let up for even a moment. If anything, he begins to fuck her harder as her body shakes and spasms its way through a powerful climax, her inner walls tensing and clenching along his pistoning, thrusting prick while pussy juices gush along his length, making fucking her all the easier.
 
She wants a baby? Fine, Issei is more than happy to give her one. Pounding into Irina, ramming her with all the strength he knows she can take. She might not be a devil, but she’s still physically fit, and the young exorcist’s body is imminently fuckable as he takes his time making her his bitch, as he properly and truly plows her into the bed.
 
When Issei finally cums, Irina’s no longer hiding her head behind Xenovia’s shoulder any longer. Mostly because in the throes of pleasure, she’d tossed her head back, eyes rolling around in her skull. By the time he fills her with his seed, Irina is insensate from the pleasure, having seemingly fallen into a veritable sex coma as her body slumps back into the bed after tensing from the feel of his white, hot cum covering her insides.
 
As she collapses back, Issei leans forward and gives his childhood friend a kiss, in that moment forgiving her for their first bad impressions of one another. After all that time apart, after so many years of different life paths, was it any wonder that he and Irina wouldn’t truly click at first? But now here she was… and Issei was nothing if not greedy. He was a dragon after all, and if the gorgeous maidens he so dearly loved hoarding wanted to all but throw themselves into his laps, who was he to judge?
 
The bed is a bit more crowded, now that it’s Xenovia, Irina, AND Asia along with himself, but they make it work. Or rather, Asia grabs Irina by her hair and consigns her to the space between Issei’s legs as he lays back down in the middle of the mattress. Xenovia doesn’t try to stop her and Irina whines in protest but ultimately accepts her spot at the bottom of the night’s totem pole, ultimately resting her head on his thigh like a pillow and languidly licking at his messy cock until she falls asleep.
 
Meanwhile, Xenovia and Asia both curl back into his sides and Issei wraps his arms around each of them, securing them close as he in turn drifts off as well. All’s well that ends well, he supposes…
 
-x-X-x-
 
SLAM!
 
“I cannot in good conscience sit around and allow this to go on any longer! Xenovia, Irina… you are both to pack your things and return to the Church this instant!”
 
Issei had honestly been expecting this earlier, but apparently Griselda had the patience of a Saint. Or rather, more accurately, Sister Griselda likely had orders that made the Excaliburs in Issei’s possession more important than two measly exorcists. Meaning, that she had initially been trying to stay on Issei’s good side, which meant not bringing up what he was obviously doing with Xenovia… and now Irina as well on the regular.
 
Heh, it made him wonder just how poorly she’d be reacting if he HAD fucked and bred Irina right outside of her bedroom door the other night… but ultimately, it didn’t truly matter. This confrontation was always coming, and as both Xenovia and Irina stiffen up on either side of him, Issei continues eating his breakfast, completely unconcerned as Griselda plants her palms on the table across from them, glaring daggers between him and both young women.
 
“N-No.”
 
Issei can’t help but smile as Xenovia defies the older woman. Despite the voice crack, it’s exactly what he wanted to hear. Griselda, meanwhile, rears back as if struck.
 
“No?!”
 
Speaking up from his other side, Irina thrusts her chin out in defiance as well.
 
“G-God is dead… so who’s to say what he would want for any one of us anymore?”
 
“His teachings! The words of his first children, the stewards of Heaven!”
 
Shaking her head, Xenovia frowns.
 
“I like to think… I like to think God would want us to be happy. Why else would he give humanity Sacred Gears? Why else would he try and make sure we had a fighting chance? I think… our happiness has to come first. Which is why I’m staying here, with Issei. If that… if that means leaving the Church, then so be it.”
 
Griselda, mouth agape, looks completely gobsmacked for a moment before whipping her head around to Irina.
 
“And you? You too?”
 
Irina blushes but nevertheless nods, resolve and determination etched into her comely face.
 
For a moment, Sister Griselda looks to be at a complete loss for words. Then, her eyes zero in on him and his smug look. Admittedly, Issei could probably be a bit humbler in victory… but why bother? She’d be angry with him anyways, even if he were to act as contrite and apologetic as possible. Rising from his seat, the Red Dragon Emperor is the exact opposite, positively radiating an aura of smugness as he raises an eyebrow at the buxom, mature woman of the cloth across from him.
 
“It seems they’ve made their choice, Sister Griselda. And I’ll just say it now… I won’t let you take them from me.”
 
Straightening up herself, her jaw clenching in anger, Griselda… Griselda looks surprisingly hunted for a moment, before her own resolve firms up.
 
“A duel, then. A duel for the Excaliburs and the right to take my charges away from your corruptive influence.”
 
Seriously? What was with women of the Church picking fights they couldn’t win? Not that Issei said that out loud. History was repeating itself, but he wasn’t going to be the one to warn Griselda off from her foolhardy decision. Still, he did have to wonder why she was suddenly pushing this so hard, when she’d seemingly been willing to wait for further word from the Church a few days before.
 
… Perhaps that word had arrived? Perhaps it wasn’t good news? Either way, Issei just smiles thinly and cocks his head to the side.
 
“And if I win?”
 
“… You will have me.”
 
Yep, just history repeating itself. This was a little ridiculous, but was Issei really one to look a gift horse in the mouth? Hm, COULD it be some sort of trap though? Could he be missing something?
 
… Was he really going to pass up on the opportunity instead of just going for it and finding out?