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Chapter 7
~ Akeno Himejima ~
The heavy oak door of the Occult Research Club swung open, admitting the scent of rain and ozone—the lingering perfume of Akeno Himejima after a long afternoon of fulfilling her contractual obligations as a devil. She stepped inside, shaking out her umbrella with a practiced grace, a pleasant hum vibrating in her throat. Her contracts were complete, the clients satisfied, and now she craved the comfort of tea and perhaps a little teasing of the younger members.
However, the atmosphere that greeted her wasn't the usual chaotic warmth of the Gremory household. It was a thick, suffocating tension that felt less like a clubroom and more like a powder keg waiting for a spark.
"Ara, ara," Akeno murmured, her violet eyes sweeping the room. "Why the long faces?"
Kiba Yuuto sat by the window, polishing a sword with frantic intensity, his cheeks dusted with a pink hue. He refused to look toward the back of the room. Asia Argento was seated on the sofa, her hands covering her face, though the tips of her ears were burning a bright crimson.
But the real source of the heat came from the corner. The trio of reincarnated Fallen Angels—Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt—were huddled together, their arms crossed, faces twisted into expressions of profound petulance and jealousy.
Raynare looked up, her violet eyes flashing. "Finally! The Queen returns."
Akeno tilted her head, a playful smile curling her lips. "You missed me that much, Raynare-chan?"
"I miss fairness!" Raynare snapped, standing up. Her black wings, a devil wing and the other a fallen one (much like Akeno's), materialized for a split second in her agitation before retracting. "It's ridiculous, Akeno! We need a schedule. A spreadsheet. Something!"
"A schedule?" Akeno walked further into the room, setting her bag down. "For training?"
"For him!" Mittelt whined, stomping her foot. She pointed an accusatory finger toward the heavy, soundproofed door that led to the private strategy room—or, more accurately, the shower and resting quarters attached to the club. "She's been in there for two hours! Two! We were supposed to measure him for new armour and get handsy!"
"She is hogging all of his time," Kalawarner added, her voice sultry but edged with genuine frustration. She ran a hand through her hair. "We won't ever get another night with him if the King decides to monopolize our lord. It's an abuse of power."
Realization dawned on Akeno's face. Her smile shifted, losing its polite edge and gaining a dangerous, predatory glint.
"Is that so?" Akeno purred. She looked at the door. Now that the room was quiet, she could hear it—faint, muffled sounds. A rhythmic thumping. A low, guttural groan.
"She locked it," Raynare hissed. "Said they were discussing 'strategy' for the next match against any devil they might face. What kind of strategy involves that much gargling?"
Akeno chuckled, a dark, rich sound. "The morale-boosting kind, I suppose. Stay here, girls. Let me... facilitate negotiations."
Ignoring Kiba's awkward cough, Akeno glided toward the private room. She didn't knock. As the Queen, she had a master key, and she slid it into the lock with a soft click.
She pushed the door open and slipped inside, closing it softly behind her to spare Asia's innocent ears.
The air in the private room was heavy, smelling of musk, sweat, and the distinct, copper-tang of sex. The lights were dimmed, but Akeno's vision adjusted instantly.
"My, my," she whispered. "Rias... you truly have no shame."
Rias Gremory, the crimson-haired heiress of the House of Gremory, was currently on her knees on the plush rug. Her uniform jacket was discarded, her white shirt unbuttoned to reveal her lace bra that had been pulled down to expose her milky breasts, and her skirt was hiked up around her hips.
But Akeno's eyes were drawn to the centre of the room. Taurus sat on the edge of the leather strategy couch, his massive frame dominating the space. His head was inclined down, eyes closed, his hands gripping the back of Rias's head.
Rias was bobbing down on him with a desperate, starving fervour. She wasn't being the elegant King right now; she was a woman possessed. Spittle flew from her lips as she took half the entirety of Taurus's massive length down her throat, gagging slightly before forcing herself deeper.
Slop. Gawk. Slurp.
The wet, obscene noises filled the small room. Rias's cheeks were hollowed out as she sucked, her eyes rolled back in pleasure, her hands clutching Taurus's thighs as if she were drowning and he was the only solid ground.
Taurus growled, his hips bucking upward, driving his cock deeper into her throat. Rias moaned around the obstruction, a muffled, vibrating sound of surrender. One of his large hands left her hair to cup her breast, squeezing the soft flesh violently, his thumb tweaking her nipple.
"Rias," Akeno said, pitching her voice to cut through the haze of lust.
Rias froze. She pulled off with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her reddened lips to the glistening, veiny head of Taurus's cock. She turned, her eyes glazed and heavy-lidded, chest heaving.
"Akeno?" Rias panted, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She didn't look embarrassed. She looked annoyed. "I'm busy."
"You're slacking," Akeno corrected, crossing her arms and leaning against the doorframe. She let her gaze travel down to Taurus's erection. It was truly a weapon worth worshiping, throbbing and twitching in the cool air. Akeno felt a damp heat flare between her own legs. "The girls outside are ready to revolt, Rias. Raynare is about to blow a fuse."
"They can wait," Rias said dismissively, turning back to Taurus. She reached out to stroke the shaft. "He needs to be... prepared. For the Rating Game. Stress relief."
"Two hours of stress relief?" Akeno raised an eyebrow. "Rias, you have paperwork. You have a meeting with Sona in thirty minutes about the budget. And if I recall correctly..." Akeno's eyes narrowed playfully. "Grayfia-sama is expected to call this evening to check on your progress."
Rias flinched. The mention of her brother's wife, the strongest Queen and the ultimate disciplinarian, was a bucket of ice water.
"You wouldn't," Rias narrowed her eyes at her best friend.
"I might," Akeno teased. "Imagine if I told Grayfia that the Gremory heiress was neglecting her studies and her peerage because she couldn't stop sucking her Rook's cock? I wonder what Sirzechs-sama would think?"
"That's low, Akeno," Rias hissed, but she stood up. Her legs were shaky. She glared at Akeno, then looked back at Taurus with longing. "Fine. But I'm not leaving him like this."
She reached for him again, intent on finishing the job. "I'll make him come one last time—"
"No, no," Akeno interrupted, pushing off the doorframe. She moved with the speed of lightning, stepping between Rias and Taurus. She placed her hands on Rias's shoulders and physically spun her around. "You've had your turn. You're greedy, Rias. Go do your work."
"Akeno!" Rias protested as she was marched to the door. "This is mutiny!"
"This is addiction management," Akeno corrected. She opened the door and shoved Rias out into the clubroom. "Fix your shirt, Buchou. You look like you've been ravaged."
Before Rias could argue, Akeno slammed the door and locked it.
Silence returned to the private room. Akeno leaned her back against the door, taking a deep breath. She could feel Taurus's eyes on her. Heavy. Expectant.
She turned slowly. Taurus hadn't moved. He sat there, his member still raging, slick with Rias's saliva, pointing towards the ceiling. He looked at Akeno with dark, hungry eyes.
"She talks too much," Taurus grumbled, his voice a low rumble that vibrated in the floorboards.
"She does," Akeno agreed. She walked toward him, her hips swaying with exaggerated slowness. "She forgets that actions speak louder than words."
Akeno stopped between his spread knees. She reached up and untied the ribbon of her ponytail, letting her long, raven hair cascade down her back. Then, she reached for the bow of her uniform.
"You look frustrated, Taurus-kun," she cooed, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Rias left you right at the edge, didn't she? How cruel."
She shrugged off her cape, letting it drop to the floor. Next came the blouse. She popped the buttons one by one, maintaining eye contact, letting him see the hunger in her violet eyes. When the shirt fell away, she was left in a black lace bra that barely contained her generous curves.
"Do you want me to fix it?" Akeno asked.
Taurus didn't answer with words. He reached out, his large hands grabbing her hips and yanking her forward. Akeno gasped as her pelvis collided with his knee.
"Fix it," he commanded.
Akeno shivered. "As you wish."
She didn't kneel. Not yet. Instead, she unclasped her bra, letting her heavy breasts spill out. They were pale and perfect, the nipples hardening instantly in the cool air. She straddled his left thigh, facing him, and leaned forward.
"You like Rias's mouth," Akeno whispered against his ear. "But I know you like these even more."
She grabbed his erection, feeling the heat and the pulsating power of it. It was daunting, even for her, but the challenge only made her wetter. She coated the head with the saliva Rias had left behind, then pressed the underside of the shaft against her cleavage.
With a squeeze of her arms, she sandwiched his cock between her breasts.
"Ara... so big," she teased, looking up at him through her lashes.
She began to move. Up and down. The friction was incredible. Her soft, yielding flesh molded around his hard shaft, her nipples brushing against the sensitive skin of his penis with every stroke.
Taurus groaned, his head stiffening. "Akeno..."
"Yes?" she purred. She leaned down and licked the slit of his cock as it poked out from between her tits. "Does that feel good? Better than the President?"
She picked up the pace. Her hands roamed over his chest, her nails raking lightly over his skin, marking him. She loved the contrast—her pale, soft skin against his bronzed, iron-hard muscles.
"Harder," Taurus growled. He grabbed her waist, his thumbs digging into her skin, and began to thrust his hips upward, meeting her downward strokes.
Akeno gasped, the impact jarring her, sending waves of pleasure through her own body. She looked down, watching his cock disappear and reappear between her breasts, glistening and red. It was primal. It was messy. It was perfect.
"You want to come?" she teased, seeing his hips twitch. "Not yet. I haven't even tasted you properly."
She stopped the titfuck abruptly and slid off his leg, sinking to her knees.
She didn't hesitate. She took him into her mouth, but unlike Rias's frantic desperation, Akeno was methodical. She was a torture expert, after all.
She swirled her tongue around the head, teasing the tip. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, drawing a groan from him, then backed off to kiss the veins along the shaft. She used her hand to stroke the base while her mouth worked the top, creating a vacuum of sensation that made Taurus's toes curl.
"Sadistic bitch," Taurus grunted, but his hand was in her hair, guiding her, encouraging her.
Akeno hummed around him, the vibration driving him wild. She looked up, her violet eyes glowing with demonic power and lust. She took him deep, relaxing her throat to accommodate his girth, her nose brushing his pubic hair.
She bobbed her head, combining the suction of her mouth with the friction of her hand. She felt him swell, felt the pressure building.
"I'm gonna cum," Taurus warned, his voice straining.
Akeno didn't pull away. She clamped down. She sucked harder, her hand moving in a blur.
"Do it," she thought, her eyes urging him on. "Fill me."
Taurus roared. His hips snapped forward, driving to the hilt in her throat.
Akeno gagged, tears pricking her eyes, but she held on. The first wave hit the back of her throat like a firehose—hot, thick, and plentiful. She swallowed greedily, the taste of him filling her senses. He pulsed again and again, a seemingly endless torrent of devil seed.
She drank it all. Every drop.
When he finally subsided, panting heavily, Akeno slowly pulled off. A trail of white lingered on her lips. She licked it clean with a slow, deliberate swipe of her tongue, staring him dead in the eye.
"Delicious," she whispered, her voice husky.
She rested her head on his thigh, feeling the aftershocks in his muscles.
"Now," Akeno murmured, tracing a pattern on his knee. "I suppose we should go see what the others are doing. But... maybe five more minutes?"
Taurus looked down at her, a smirk touching his lips. He reached down and cupped her face.
"Five minutes," he agreed. "Then we hunt."
~ Taurus ~
The transition from the enclosed, lust-filled air of the clubroom to the humid, organic expanse of the Familiar Forest was jarring. The sky was a swirling canvas of purples and greens, typical of the Underworld, but the air here tasted of ancient magic and wild, untamed life.
"Wow!" Asia exclaimed, clutching her hands to her chest. "It's so... green!"
"It's a forest, Asia," Issei pointed out, though he was grinning. He looked pumped. "Alright! Today is the day! I'm gonna get a familiar that's super cool and sexy! Maybe a succubus? Do succubi live in forests?"
"No," Koneko deadpanned, eating a chocolate bar. "And you're too weak for one."
"Gah! Koneko-chan, harsh!"
The group stood at the entrance of the forest. The 'Familiar Master,' Zatouji, a creepy old man with a backpack full of questionable tools, was giving them the introductory spiel.
"Welcome, young devils!" Zatouji cackled. "The Familiar Forest is home to beasts of all shapes and sizes. But remember, the familiar chooses the master as much as the master chooses the familiar!"
Akeno stood near the back, looking impeccable in her uniform, though she shared a secret, knowing glance with Rias. The tension from yesterday had dissipated, replaced by a smug satisfaction shared between the Queen and King. Raynare and the other Fallen were pouting, having been told they had to wait for the next outing for their turn with Taurus, but they were present to act as bodyguards and bond with the peerage as a whole.
Taurus stood like a statue, his arms crossed. He wore a simple black t-shirt that strained against his chest and cargo pants. He ignored Zatouji, his eyes scanning the tree line.
"Something wrong?" Kiba asked, noticing the Rook's intensity.
"It's quiet," Taurus said. "Too quiet."
"Let's get moving!" Rias clapped her hands. "Asia, Issei, stick close to the Master. Taurus, you're with me. Akeno, take the rear."
The hunt began.
As per the usual chaos of the Gremory peerage, things went both predictably and disastrously.
Issei spent the first hour trying to woo a Slime, as it could dissolve clothes. That was the case until Akeno zapped it out of existence. He ended up being chased by a giant, angry mantis later, screaming for help until Kiba sliced it down.
"Zero points for style, Issei-kun," Akeno giggled as Issei wept on the ground.
Asia, however, found her destiny quickly. In a sun-dappled clearing, a small, blue sprite dragon descended from the canopy. It was injured, a small cut on its wing. While the others hesitated, Asia rushed forward, her Twilight Healing glowing green.
"Oh, you poor thing," Asia cooed, healing the creature.
The dragon, blinked its large eyes and nuzzled into Asia's cheek, chirping happily.
"It seems you have a match!" Zatouji clapped. "A Sprite Dragon! Very rare, very loyal. Excellent for a Bishop."
"It's so cute!" Asia beamed, hugging the dragon. "I'll call him Rassei!"
Issei looked at his empty hands, though he was happy that Asia got a familiar and named him somewhat after him, he then gazed at the dragon. "Why does the healer get a dragon and the Dragon Emperor gets... nothing?"
"Karma," Koneko said.
While the group celebrated Asia's success, Taurus drifted away.
He didn't do it consciously at first. It was a tug in his gut. A low frequency hum that only he seemed to hear. It wasn't the chatter of the forest sprites or the roar of the beasts. It was something older. Deeper.
He stepped off the path, pushing through a thicket of thorny vines that would have shredded a lesser devil. They snapped against his skin harmlessly.
"Taurus?" Rias called out, distracted by Asia. "Where are you going?"
"Checking the perimeter," he lied. He didn't stop.
He walked for what felt like miles, the forest growing darker, the trees twisting into gnarled, skeletal shapes. The air grew heavy with moisture, smelling of stagnant water and decay. He had entered a swampy lowland, a place where the sunlight struggled to penetrate the canopy.
The call was louder here. A thumping, rhythmic beat.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Like a second heart.
He came to a stop at the edge of a black pool. In the center of the muddy water, atop a small island of moss-covered rock, sat an egg.
It was massive, easily the size of a beach ball. The shell was a dull, metallic grey, covered in scales that seemed to shift and ripple even though the egg was motionless. A faint, toxic green mist curled around it.
Taurus waded into the water. It was waist-deep and freezing, but he didn't flinch. He reached the island and looked down at the egg.
He felt a connection. It wasn't the cute, fuzzy feeling Asia had with Rassei. It was a recognition of violence. Of hunger. Of power waiting to be unleashed.
"You," Taurus rumbled. "You're calling me."
He reached out. His large hand touched the rough, scaled surface of the egg.
CRACK.
The sound was like a gunshot. A fissure appeared under his palm, glowing with a sickly, neon green light.
Taurus didn't pull back. He pushed his innate magic into the egg, magic that it devoured whole. "Wake up."
The egg exploded.
Shards of shell flew outward, embedding themselves in the nearby trees. Taurus shielded his face with his arm, bracing against the shockwave.
When the dust settled, a creature sat on the rock.
It wasn't a bird. It wasn't a wolf.
It had a body like a drum, stout and muscular, covered in midnight-blue scales. Four thick, clawed legs gripped the stone. But it was the necks that drew the eye.
Three long, serpentine necks rose from the body, ending in three distinct heads. They looked like dragons, but flatter, more reptilian, with eyes that glowed a majestic gold, much like his own.
A Hydra.
But not just any Hydra. This was an infant, yet it already radiated a magical pressure that made the swamp water ripple.
The three heads swivelled, fixing their gaze on Taurus.
The left head hissed, smoke curling from its nostrils. The right head snarled, revealing rows of serrated teeth dripping with green venom. The middle head... the middle head simply stared, intelligent and assessing.
Taurus didn't flinch. He stared back. "Well? Are you going to bite me, or join me?"
The middle head lunged.
It was faster than a cobra. It struck Taurus's forearm, teeth sinking deep into his tough flesh.
Taurus didn't yell. He didn't pull away. He watched as his blood—dark and potent—flowed into the creature's mouth.
"Drink," Taurus growled. "Bind your life to mine."
The Hydra drank. Then, it released him. The wound on Taurus's arm didn't heal immediately; the venom prevented it. It wasn't dangerous yet since it was an infant. But the Hydra seemed to change. Its scales darkened, taking on the same metallic sheen as Taurus's aura. The yellow eyes shifted, glowing just a little bit more.
The creature let out a synchronized roar from all three heads—a sound that shook the leaves off the trees. It scrambled up Taurus's arm, ignoring gravity, and draped itself over his shoulders like a living stole. The heads nuzzled against his neck, their tongues flicking out to taste his sweat.
"Good," Taurus muttered, patting the middle head. "Let's go."
Back at the entrance, the group was getting worried.
"It's been too long," Rias said, biting her thumb. "We should search for him."
Just then, the bushes parted.
Taurus stepped into the clearing. He was soaked to the waist in mud, and his arm was bleeding, but he looked calm.
"Taurus!" Rias ran forward. "Where were you? You're hurt!"
Then she stopped. Everyone stopped.
Issei's jaw dropped. "Dude. What is that?"
Taurus pointed to his shoulders, where the three-headed beast was currently eyeing Rias with suspicion.
"Found a friend," Taurus said simply.
Zatouji, the Familiar Master, dropped his staff. His eyes bugged out behind his glasses.
"By the Satans..." the old man whispered, trembling. "That... that is a Lernean Hydra. A pureblood! I haven't seen an egg hatch in three hundred years! They are apex predators! Uncontrollable! Man-eaters!"
The Hydra hissed at Zatouji, the right head spitting a glob of acid that sizzled on the grass near the old man's foot.
"He seems nice," Kiba said nervously, his hand drifting to his sword.
"He?" Taurus looked at the creature. The Hydra heads bobbed in unison. "Yeah. He."
"Does it have a name?" Asia asked, hiding behind Issei but looking curious.
Taurus thought for a moment. He looked at the three heads, at the venom, at the sheer destructive potential wrapped in a small package.
"Zeref," Taurus decided.
"Zeref?" Rias repeated, testing the name. She looked at the Hydra, then at her Rook. The power radiating off the pair of them was intoxicating. A monster commanding a monster.
Zeref the Hydra let out a purr—a sound like grinding stones—and licked Taurus's cheek.
"He likes it," Taurus grunted. He looked at Issei, who was empty-handed. "Where's yours?"
Issei fell to his knees, defeated. "Don't ask."
Akeno walked up to Taurus, ignoring the hissing of the left head. She reached out, her hand glowing with a soft layer of protective lightning, and scratched the Hydra under the chin of the middle head. The creature leaned into the touch instantly.
"My, my," Akeno chuckled, her eyes meeting Taurus's. "Another beast to feed. We're going to need a bigger budget, Rias."
Rias sighed, but she was smiling. She walked over and took Taurus's non-bleeding hand.
"We'll manage," Rias said, looking at her peerage—her dragon, her knight, her bishop, her fallen angels, and her unstoppable bull with his three-headed pet.
She thought about the Rating Game against Riser Phenex. She thought about the look on Riser's face when he saw this.
"Let's go home," Rias commanded. "We have training to do."
As they walked back to the teleportation circle, Raynare sidled up to Taurus, eyeing the Hydra warily.
"Does he bite?" she asked.
Taurus looked at Raynare, then at the Hydra. Ruin snapped his jaws playfully at Raynare's side, startling her as she stumbled back.
"Only if I tell him to," Taurus said.
And as the group vanished in a flash of Gremory crimson, Akeno laughed, the sound echoing through the empty forest, promising a storm was coming for anyone foolish enough to challenge them.
Author's Notes
Thoughts?