Chapter 2 - Birds of a Feather- Raynare

Author’s note: If you have read the tags then hopefully you know what you’re in for. If not, this is a heads up to tell you my intentions of making this a very dark story. It will contain several unsavory themes, most down right brutal and others quite gritty. DO NOT, keep reading if such stories are not your forte or interest and if you have any of the more delicate sensibilities. You have been warned.



I do not own Highschool DxD or any of its characters, only my OC’s.


Finishing his usual morning cup of coffee, Hyoudou Gorou took another glance around his family’s kitchen. All the tools and ingredients of their usual hearty breakfast were laid out but as per the norm, only he and his wife had been awake to enjoy it. A smile cracked his weathered face as the so-called man of the house, according to him, thought about the third member of their niche little family.


Gorou would never claim to be the best father but he worked hard, stayed late at the office and always made sure to bring home enough for his wife and child to live comfortably, if not luxuriously. Saying that, it came as a momentous relief that at one point or another the wrinkles of his home life had seemed to smooth themselves out. Issei kept to himself and didn’t particularly need or desire a fatherly figure in his life and that suited the salary man just fine. Similarly, almost out of the blue, his wife’s continuous criticisms and desires for him to spend more time around the house just... stopped.


Instead, she fit the well thought of and expected role of a Japanese housewife/mother perfectly. She greeted him with a smile, cooked good food and kept the house in top tier condition. Additionally, her handle on how to deal with their independent son made sure the well worn patriarch had nothing to worry about. Of course, this all came back to why he was alone at breakfast now.


‘Honestly, how long does it take to wake a boy up?’ Gorou thought humorlessly, heading towards the front door and making sure to straighten his own tie as he got to the stairs.


“Hey! Issei! Are you awake yet? You’re going to be late for your first day!”


His ear twitched as something seemed to thump from the next floor but the response he received was expected, casual and just so utterly Issei.


“Damn it old man, I’m trying! I’m not gonna be late, have some faith in your sincere and only child!”


No matter how many times they went through the same spiel, Gorou never had any doubt that he and his son knew they loved and were both loved equally. Laughing softly under his breath, the busy family man grabbed his keys before reaching the door.


“We’ll see about that. Your mother disappeared but if you catch her, tell her ‘goodbye’ for me!” The morning breeze brushed his face, another peaceful day as his son’s faint call washed over his back.


“Don’t worry, I’ll let her know!”


Satisfied with that response, the door clicked behind him and Gorou headed off.


Upstairs however, Issei grunted, listening to the car start up and off down their street as he looked down and smirked.


“Ah! Ah, ah, ah, ah, AHHHH~”


With her feet on the floor and her torso bent across the surface of Issei’s single bed, Hyoudou Miki erotically moaned her approval as her beloved sons hips crashed into her from behind, sending a flood of shivers up her well trained body as he palmed the naked flesh of her backside. 


With a soft sigh of relief the fully dressed Issei drained his morning load deep into the endlessly massaging walls of his mothers cunt, making sure not to let her own orgasm stain his school trousers as he pulled out. Wiping himself on the back of her bunched up dress, the well built teen admired how his essence dribbled from her cunny before pulling the floral underwear up from around her knees to settle back over her mound, containing his seed as she slumped forward, sweaty face buried into his comforter and her knees shaking through the aftershocks.


“Haaaaaah~ man, there really is no better way to start a morning, don’t you think? I’ve gotta head out now but don’t forget to clean up whatever you spilled in the shower, m’kay Kaa-chan?” 


Stepping back from the blissed out mother, Issei couldn’t resist laying down a swift ‘SLAP!’ on her quivering backside, making her yelp and dissolve into drunken giggles as she fell back onto her knees, gingerly tugging her outfit back over a now smarting rear while trying to regain her breath.


“Ha~Ha~ okay, have a good first day, dear! Love you!” She called out, smiling even when he didn’t answer back. The subsequent slamming of the door once more told her he had already left and, as she always did after their hearty morning session, Hyoudou Miki tried to slow her rapidly beating heart.


“Come home soon…”


With a chest full of love and a womb full of spunk, Miki stumbled to her feet, intent on at least trying to get some of the housework done before lunch time







“Hey, hey, who’s that?”
“I’ve never seen him before, a transfer student?”
“He looks like a third year-”
“Wait, I heard some of the teachers talking about him! Apparently he *whisper* *whisper*-”
“EH!? No way! And you said he used to go to the same middle school as those two creeps?”
“That’s a shame, he’s kinda hot…”
“Maybe he won’t be a disgusting pervert?”
“Maybe…”


Head up, back straight with hands in his pockets, Issei didn’t even hesitate as the sea of gossiping students parted before him, subconsciously giving way to his sheer presence as their furtive glances skimmed over him in a varying mixture of lustful (the girls), hateful (the boys) and suspicious (everyone). He couldn't have cared less though. The days of feeling self conscious or unsure were well behind him and Hyoudou Issei knew just where against the chaff and the sheep he ranked.


Striding through the entrance and swapping out his shoes, the rumor mongering continued at a fervent pace to the point that Issei wondered just how news could spread so fast. Irritation gave way to humor as his mind started to conjure up image after image of the more ridiculous ways students could spread their theories, spanning from messenger pigeon to secret underground society as he unerringly headed towards the classroom. 


So distracted with his fantasies, the brown haired youth failed to notice how the tone of the whispering students from up ahead abruptly changed tunes. Curiosity gave way to admiration as they saw something around the corner he had yet to reach and, without hesitation, Issei turned only to feel something tall and buxom slam against his chest.


With a startled curse the owner went crashing backwards onto the ground, hair flying and her skirt flipping to briefly show a scandalously lacey red thong as the atmosphere around them ground to a halt. Barely feeling the impact, it took Issei a split second to realise someone had actually hit him as his eyes flickered down, an appreciative glint appearing as he saw surprise and disbelief appearing in her own.


“Ooohh, yummy. Yo, pretty redhead, you alright?”


Smoothing out the displaced strands of crimson red hair which had fallen every which way across her face, Rias Gremory prepared a sharp retort before stumbling as her eyes looked up… and up… and up, mouth dropping open as she realized just how tall the brick wall which had sent her ass over tea kettle was. Behind her, two starkly contrasting girls blinked in disbelief at seeing their King being laid out with such ease. Though while one diminutive, white haired figure stepped forward, blank faced yet still radiating aggression only to be waved down by the sprawled out beauty, her taller, pony tail wearing, magnificently big boobed associate had to choke down a giggle, shoulders shaking as she got an irritated pout for her best friends plight.


Face tinted red from being the butt of Akeno’s amusement, Rias wasn’t ready for the clean, calloused hand which dropped down right in front of her nose. Coughing into a fist to regain her composure, the clearly foreign beauty sent a beaming, easy going smile back up at him, fearlessly taking the assistance being given before squeaking as she was effortlessly lifted off of the ground, chest bouncing and a slight ‘ooft’ slipping through as she was dropped back onto two feet. Now on stable footing she quickly smoothed down her rumpled skirt, coming face to chest with one of the broadest students she had ever laid eyes on as he smiled back lazily, unflustered, without a care.


“Uhh,*ahem* I mean, yes, thank you?” Her cyan eyes only came up to his chin, mouth drying as she noticed just how close they were. “You don’t have to apologise, it was my fault as well. I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I’m-”


Rias never got to finish as, hearing her acceptance, Issei brushed past her with ease and continued on down the corridor. Startled by his bluntness and unused to someone not taking every advantage they could to talk to her, the heiress failed to even turn around as he hummed while making his merry way. Akeno’s tittering finally brought her back to the present and she was just in time to see his bulk disappear around the next corner. The violent miasma gathering from the observing students who had seen one of their dear, Great Onee-sama’s being knocked flat went easily ignored by said girl as she shot a glare at the violet eyed yamato nadeshiko.


“Fufufu~ well, wasn’t that interesting. So bold, Rias, most people offer their names before launching themselves at the hunky new transfer student!” Fearless in the face of her Master’s embarrassment fueled annoyance, Akeno proceeded to fan herself, nudging the quiet as ever first year at her side while her words spurred the crowd around them into an even more murderous state. “Did you see that, Koneko? He even thought she was ‘pretty’. Isn’t our dear Buchou just-... Koneko?”


The alarm in her voice immediately put their King on alert as Rias glanced down to the unfocused, glazed eyes of her Rook, noting the almost imperceptible shiver that refused to go away as she stepped closer to lay her hands onto the younger girl's shoulders.


“Koneko? What’s the matter?” Rias’ soft voice seemed to finally have an effect as gold eyes refocused on her, still looking out of it as their owner remembered how to breathe while grabbing for the curvy girls skirt in comfort.


“... big.” She murmured, making Rias frown as she ran a hand along the girl's pure white hair.


“He was big? Yes, I think I'm fully aware of just how big he is-” Rias tried to laugh it off as the smaller girl's awe before feeling a deceptively strong hand tug on her clothing, forcing her to dip forward and look DIRECTLY into the truly shaken eyes of her servant.


“No. He’s Big.”


The words came out firmer, deep in meaning and insistent in a way only the tight-lipped Nekoshou could be as her Master managed to grasp the severity of what she was trying to say.


“Akeno.”


“Yes, Buchou?”


“Contact Tsubaki, I need to speak with Sona.”


“At once.”





“I know it’s been a while but was it always this… dull?” The setting sun painted his form as he reminisced about what it was like finally being back at school. Certain business had left him… unable to attend first year and while he didn’t particularly care for the lessons or the staring, he supposed the colectivate of cute girls and hot teachers made up for it.


Rolling his shoulders to get the crick out of his neck, Issei’s journey home was interrupted as an impressively busty school girl darted into his path. Slamming on the breaks, Issei barely managed to stop himself from sending another hottie flying as she seemingly gathered whatever shaky courage she had.


“U-u-umm, a-are you H-H-Hyoudou Issei!?” Eyes screwed tight she shouted the words, heavily flustered as he blinked down at her owlishly.


“... Yes?”


“DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND!?”


“... No?”







It had been a long time since Issei was this out of his element. Many years had passed since that fateful encounter with his Nii-san, his new family, and in that time he had learned so much. He had done so much. Women weren’t new. That being said, the brown haired youth had only now come to the startling realisation that he had never been on an actual date.


Yuuma seemed to be enjoying herself though and the way she molded herself to his arm was kinda nice. The jealous stares weren’t anything new, but she seemed to almost preen under the attention, delighting in the spiteful comments of the other girls as he tucked her under one big arm while bemusedly being dragged anywhere she wanted. They’d gotten ice cream, parfaits and even gone shopping.


Surprisingly, Yuuma had only blinked as he led her to one of the nicer lingerie shops but apparently something far more wicked and daring lay under that cute and bubbly exterior because before he knew it, she was pushing him. Their intrigue must have looked less than decent because one of the store clerks had attempted to stop them but a glimpse of what appeared to be a vibrantly coloured dragon tattoo crawling up his left pectoral beneath his loose and flowing button down had shut her up fast. A flash of the fancy metal credit card he carried went further to soothe whatever lingering concerns she had and before they knew it the front doors were closed and the manager was falling over himself to reassure them of their privacy.


That finally got more of a reaction from the raven haired girl, eyes far more cunning than what she had previously displayed turning to re-evaluate him. The encouraging pat and squeeze of his hand on her meaty rear convinced her that whatever concerns she had were unfounded and, with an eager smirk, she’d dove right into the displays with gusto.


The nervous, blushing schoolgirl facade slipped away after that and Issei thought the date was much more enjoyable once she stopped trying to be something she wasn’t. The demure sweetheart melted to reveal an experienced vixen as she took the armful of lacy, silky and altogether scandalous undergarments behind the curtains, teasingly holding her clothes out from behind the curtain to show him how much she’d stripped down as he leaned back to simply observe from his plush chair.


With a whipping motion the curtain jerked to the side and Yuuma stepped out. Strutting like a model with some extra sway in her hips she stepped out and posed, examining his reaction and liking what she saw. For his part, Issei was shameless in the way he spread his legs to show off the gargantuan bulge swelling to life behind his jeans, its size creeping down his thigh as he leaned on one first and twirled a finger.


Cheekily, Yuuma did as she was bid, spinning around to show off how the sheer, purple thong artfully decorated with lace clung to her hips while lining the back of her arse, emphasising her mouthwatering curves as she cocked one hip and pushed that tempting backside out towards him. Running hands through her hair, the sultrily smirking beauty turned her torso while making sure he had a great view, complimenting it with the profile of her wobbling bust as she held up her silky locks to show off the graceful swoop of her neck.


“Well, Issei? What do you think?”


His eyes trailed up over her lithe legs and bubble butt, slinking past her curves before finally meeting her eyes with an equally playful glimmer.


“Wow! Yuuma, you’re so… so…” Her eyes lit up as he licked his lips and smiled. “Conservative”


The air stilled as she took in his words, mouth dropping open. Issei didn’t budge though, holding her gaze until she broke away to throw her head back and laugh. It was a real one too, not the coquettish giggles she’d been letting out throughout their date previously. No, this one was harsh and excited as she disappeared back behind the curtain, only leaving enough space to send her quickly discarded thong spiralling into his lap.


From there it was a game, with Yuuma going through garment after garment as she posed and displayed herself for his appreciation, trying to break him and getting progressively sluttier while he basked in the free show. Eventually she seemed to find satisfaction, doubly so once she dumped the rumpled pile of worn underwear on the counter and attached herself back under his arm before telling the anticipating manager that she wouldn’t be buying any of it. His ugly sobbing drew the attention of multiple customers behind them as both Issei and his date wandered away snickering. If Yuuma had a problem with the way his hand now slid down to cup her backside with one big palm she didn’t mention it, even pushing back into him as they looked for something else to do.


Their date continued in that same vein with the both of them taking every chance they could to snag an indecent moment, making the people around them blush or sneer as they stole a grope whenever they could. Issei in particular enjoyed pulling her flush against his chest and making her giggle as he tugged up the back of her skirt, flashing an audience of equally aroused and red faced customers with Yuuma’s generous rear before pulling her panties deep into the crevice until her meaty cheeks had swallowed them with ease.


Hours passed and before they knew it the sun had gone down, the streetlights flickering on to guide their way as Yuuma steered him towards the local park. Issei knew something had changed though he had no idea what.  He did figure out though he was about to find out as the pretty girl darted ahead of him towards the fountain, hands clasped behind her back as he stopped a few feet away.


“Neh, Issei…” Her voice startled him from thought, drawing his attention as she swayed gently in the evening breeze. “That was a pretty fun date.”


“Really? If you say so. I’ve never actually been on one.” He hummed, scratching his cheek as she turned to look at him in genuine surprise.


“Wait, seriously? How is that even possible, you’re so hot!”


The genuine disbelief made him crack a smile as the teen waved her off, looking almost sheepish as she stared him down.


“Nawww, aren’t you a flatterer, haha! You don’t have to say all that. Thank you though, I think?” 


Shaking her head, Yuuma’s soft smile grew a little stiff as she wandered back over towards him, stopping with her hand trailing across his pecs appreciatively as she pressed herself closer until he could clearly feel the pronounced mounds of her generous chest.


“Well, I guess since this is your first date, we should commemorate it with something special.” Her tone dropped a few octaves and Issei felt his trousers grow a little tighter from the sheer suggestion as she reached up to grab at his hair, pulling him closer to her level.


“Oh?” His own breath got a little deeper as warm air caressed his ear and her nose brushed his jaw, her whole body leaning into him as she blew a light kiss against the shell of his lobe.


“Yeah… Issei?” She whispered, slipping a hand under his shirt to drag her nails gently along his abdomen.


“Would you die for me?”


A red haze overcame the grass around them and Issei’s instincts flared as all the noise around them just… stopped. The traffic in the distance, the bugs out of sight, the birds in the trees, it all ground to a halt.


“Huh… no one’s ever been so polite about it.”


With a stroke, ‘Yuuma’ stepped back and ignited. His eyes widened in disbelief as the outfit she’d worn for their date simply melted away, burning with energy that dyed it black as the power flowing around her body sharpened and stretched. His eyes noted the subtle transformation that overcame her. She grew, not a lot but enough to clearly notice as the colour in her eyes hardened and the lines of her face grew sharper alongside her already impressive bust as it expanded. Everything was on display, from the dark pink peaks of her nipples sitting atop her areola to the slit between her legs which glittered in the low light before being abruptly swallowed up by leather. Her outfit made his lips pull back over his teeth as it just barely managed to cover what was important, being made up of more straps then actual clothing which rode high on her hips before wrestling itself tight to hide her nipples. Black gloves decorated with the occasional silver buckle reached all the way to her upper arms and there was no doubt about it that while Yuuma had been cute, this bitch was in another class of her own, fiercely establishing the difference between a pretty girl and a beautiful woman.


“I am sorry it came to this, I had a lot of fun. Never thought a human could show me such a good time but unfortunately, I’ve got a job to do.” She clicked her teeth, looking genuinely irritated about what she was about to do but certainly not heartbroken over it.


“You say that like you’re not human, Yuuma?” He hummed, seemingly unfazed as she smirked.


With a violent ‘FWUMP’ Issei was surprised once again that night. Standing cockily, almost like they were back in that lingerie shop, with one hand on her hip and her head cocked to the side as two ginormous, black feathered wings sprung to life behind her, appearing seemingly out of thin air as they fanned out around her before settling.


“It’s Raynare, actually.” She purred, one finger on her lips as she winked. “Fallen Angel, Raynare.”


“Raynare, huh…” Issei wavered, seemingly tasting the way it rolled off his tongue. “I like it. Suits you a lot better than Yuuma.”


“Thank you!” She laughed, running a palm down the curve of her hip while he watched on appreciatively. “I think so too, but the cover was necessary, though honestly you got me a little more true to form than I should have been. It’s almost a shame that you were born a human, let alone a human of interest.”


A bloody light burst to life in her palm and Issei watched on, mesmerised as the light extended into a wicked looking spear about six feet long.


“Oooh, that’s kinda nifty. So, you’re going to try and kill me then? Because you’re a Fallen Angel and I’m a human?... Do you think you can?” His words dripped with genuine curiosity but Raynare seemed to misunderstand, sending him a look filled with false pity as she weighed the light weapon in her hand.


“Of course I can. You see, there’s a food chain and you insects known as human’s sit at the bottom. Of course, you’re more unlucky than most, since you-”


“I don’t need to know.” His deep, firm voice cut her off and Raynare was left to blink in surprise as he scratched the back of his head.


“You… don’t want to know why I’m about to kill you?” She got her confirmation in a clear nod, his eyes unwavering as he met her own and smiled.


“It’s irrelevant. Like you said, there’s a food chain.” Raynare actually felt her chest shift as he gave her the brightest grin she’d seen since the start of their date. “There are Predators and there are Prey. Rabbits don’t have the luxury of wondering why the wolf has his teeth buried into their neck, just like the wolf has no reason to tell the rabbit why they are about to die. Eat, or be eaten.”


The silence descended once more and both man and woman welcomed it with ease, keeping eye contact until Raynare’s bewildered expression curled into something almost resembling respect. Or, the closest she could come to respect for a human.


“I take it back. I really wish you hadn’t been born human. But who knows!” Her arm came up, bloodlust dripping from her wild smirk as the light burned a deeper red and illuminated his relaxed stance. “Maybe we’ll get to try this again when I find you-”


“But it looks like you got confused-”


The arm unheedingly came forward.


 “IN THE NEXT LIFE!”


The ground cratered and a plume of dust exploded out into the clear evening air, shaking the trees with a minor shockwave as her weapon struck true, aim on point as she blinked the dust from her eyes. Hands resting on her hips, Raynare said a quiet prayer for the only human she’d ever wished things had been different. The wall of dirt began to fade and one of Heaven’s fallen looked on apathetically as she waited for the corpse of her briefly known companion to show itself.


“Like I was saying, you seem to have gotten something mixed up.”


Faster than the human eye could track, Raynare’s elbow came around in a vicious arc that would have reduced any man's skull to bloody mist. That made it even more startling when she felt it connect before jerking to a stop. Wide eyed with disbelief, the leather clad Fallen felt her muscles freeze as none other than Issei stood there, head shifted minutely to the side while her pointed elbow pressed against his jaw. A single finger stretched down to her derrière while she stared at him from her twisted position, pushing against the indent at the bottom of her leather painted crack before stroking its way up to her lower back.


“In this time, in this place, in this city…” A flash of slitted green burned itself into her retina while blindingly white teeth glinted. “I am NOT the rabbit.”


Her wings flapped, more for aesthetic than real function as the magic they represented sent her bounding twenty feet backwards towards the tree line. This didn’t make any sense, he was human, they knew he was human! All she had to do was keep him in view and figure out just what kind of trickery-


‘Fast.’ Raynare’s mind noted, strangely calm as the same hand she’d clung to so playfully throughout their day together clamped over her face and drove her supernaturally reinforced skull backwards through the thick trunk of a tree behind her.


“GAGH!” She cried out into his palm as the breath was knocked from her lungs and stars soared across her vision.


Stark black wings flexed and fell limp momentarily before long ingrained warrior instincts pushed her to fight back. Fingers grabbed for the arm pinning her in place and she clawed at the flesh there, twisting and squeezing, shredding his sleeve as she tried to tear him away and free herself. Nothing changed though.


Slightly blurry eyes crawled open to look past the hand pressuring her mouth and cheeks, leaving her nose thankfully uncovered so she could take rattling breaths past the light haze wafting off of his skin. Something wriggled inside her chest as Raynare noted that he wasn’t even meeting her gaze, instead paying all of his attention to her bare and toned midriff while her body trembled beneath him.


“You know…” His voice made her heartbeat turn erratic as he effortlessly kept her trapped. “I definitely like this version more. There’s a place and time for softer girls but I really do have a soft spot for the sleek, curvy and dangerous type. Makes the hunt all the more satisfying, you know?”


The bark beneath her back and skull creaked as her struggles intensified with the threatening approach of his other hand as it creeped towards her stomach. A muffled gasp tore itself from her throat as he stroked the lightly defined muscles making up her abdomen, making Raynare shudder involuntarily as he traced the lines and squeezed her sides.


“Mmm~ are all Fallen Angels like you? Wait, that sounds pretty racist now that I think about it. Or is it? Hold on.” His face dipped out of her view and Raynare’s clawing paused as a hot puff of air washed over her belly button.


She was a former member of God’s army, an ancient being who had fought and killed all types of monsters and beings which plagued humanity's deepest and darkest nightmares. That made it all the worse when she felt this tongue plunge into her belly button as she ‘Eeped!’ and flushed a fiery red before growing startlingly warm in the evening air as his long wet muscle started to trace its way up and over her torso. 


Raynare’s eyes turned to the leafy canopy up above while her nostrils flared and her breaths started coming faster, ratcheting up with every sensitive inch of skin he covered on his mission to taste her. She could have sworn she felt him purr as he sampled her salty sweat before breaking over her leather top/bra and landing in her cleavage. Goosebumps spread down her covered arms and indignation flared to life as she heard herself moan while he slobbered between her boulder-like breasts and left a warm, wet line all the way up to her choker.


“Yeeeahhhh~” His breathy exclamation pushed air over the trail he had made, turning it cold against her skin and hardening her already stiff nipples. “I knew it. You taste so fucking good!”


Raynare was ashamed at the faint flutter he stirred in her chest with his approval, forced to harden herself as the daze finally cleared from her eyes and she shot a violet laser of pure hatred his way.


“Mmhmgrk!”


“Huh? Oh!” Issei’s confusion at her muzzled grunting cleared as he laughed lightly and uncovered her mouth, holding her by the neck and watching closely as she gasped in a mouthful that did wonderful things to her chest.


“W-who are you!?” She seethed, getting a curious head tilt in response.


“I wasn’t lying about my name, you know-”


“DON’T FUCK WITH ME!” Raynare snarled, bringing a ferocious knee up towards his crotch with inhuman speed while he squawked and just barely managed to stop it. “You’re human! I know you’re human, so why can’t I KILL YOU!”


Her muscles flexed and she renewed her fight, shaking the leaves from above them while Issei watched on, nonplussed as she tired herself out.


“Because I’m stronger than you, I thought we’d been over this?” He sounded genuinely confused and Raynare’s disbelief returned as she tried to figure out whether or not he was messing with her.


“But… you’re human?” At his patient nod, her fury soared to new heights. “Humans aren’t stronger than Fallen Angels!” She spat at him, getting some on his face as he leaned closer.


“I am.”


“NO! YOU’RE N-AAH~”


Her anger melted into a gasp of pleasure as Issei released her leg and stepped forward, bringing his own thigh to bear against her leather clad mound while his hand clamped onto one full, round, milky globe, rolling it in his hand while Raynare unwillingly ground her pussy down against his leg, pushing her chest into his hold while his nose brushed her chin.


“Then why can I do this? I am stronger than you.” Her eyes opened again as he spoke those words like they were a part of the natural order. “The wolf hunts, the rabbit gets hunted. The real question is, why are you fighting me, little rabbit?”


The hand on her throat released, sliding around to slink through her silky hair while the Fallen gave a choked sob of confusion and pleasure, wild eyes frantic as his molestation of her chest sent sparks down deep into her core.


“You smell so good, Raynare.” Her name, said with such desire, made the warrior whimper while his lips darted over her chin before diverting down her jaw, his touch causing her head to tilt and give him more room. “I can feel how needy you are, you’re like a sauna! So hot and ready~”


“No!” She gasped as he left a hickey on her pale flesh.


“Yes!” He hissed.


Issei’s hand slipped under her chest piece and Raynare seized, muscles tensing like steel before the hands which had fallen lax on his wrist shot for his skull, gripping it by both sides while he grunted and used her own hair to press their foreheads flush together.


“I’m supposed to KILL you!” She snarled, trying to be fierce but whimpering as his fingers tweaked her nipple, causing her tongue to slip out and have a quick taste of his upper lip.


“You can’t!”


With a jerk of his wrist Issei got free of her top, getting an audible noise of dissatisfaction from the writhing ravenette as her tits were left to jiggle forlornly and his palm attached itself to her warm, smooth hip. Arm muscles flexed and Raynare cried out into his face as her tentatively rubbing mound was ground onto his leg, her arousal and humiliation building as she felt just how wet she had become, surely leaking out from her leather bottoms to drip down her thighs and stain his jeans.


Raw strength had Issei using her like a toy as he pushed her back and forth across the rough surface of his thigh, their panting synchronising as she wrapped her arms around his head and pulled him closer, adding her own core into the mix and humping his leg like a randy bitch in heat.


“I hate you~” Raynare whispered while he grinned, eyes flashing greenland making her shudder as her end approached.


“I don’t care, you’re mine!”


With a lunge his rough lips crashed against hers, swallowing her wail of surrender while her knees clamped down around his legs like a vice, keeping him in place as her body came undone and a fresh flood of steamy arousal poured out from under her black bottoms. 


Their tongues tangled together, drinking in each other's taste while their hands pressed, caressed and squeezed at one another's back and muscles. Issei’s finger tickled the base of her wings and with a moan Raynare felt them flutter, body on autopilot as they came forward to wrap around him tightly, enclosing them in a shell of raven-like feathers that radiated contentment while they continued trying to drink the very life from each others mouths.


Up in the trees, a white haired observer pressed her own palm flush against her lips, squashing down the aroused squeal that tried to claw its way out while the fingers beneath her own skirt shook, splattering juices all over the branch beneath as golden eyes rolled back and she slumped. By the time she opened them back up again, the shameless couple had disappeared, only the battle scarred ground and occasional feather speaking of their existence at all.


“... Gotta tell Buchou.” A faint squelch between her legs made Koneko stiffen before turning her face so red it lit up the night sky. “... Panties first. Then Buchou.”







The sound of bar girls bustling and pool balls breaking set a familiar ambiance for the various patrons chatting with their friends and downing their drinks. A haze covered the ceiling, produced by the numerous cigarettes, cigars and bodies dotted from table to table, adding to the din and providing a welcome sense of belonging to those taking refuge within the hidden paradise.


“Ah~ HNNGH, AH, AH, AH!”


Amongst the tables there sat one in particular. With five men surrounding its edges, it was almost indistinguishable from the rest and only drew attention for its one anomaly.


“Mm! Mm! Hah, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, ISSEI!”


Four sets of eyes looked to their fifth warily, familiar with his temper and recognising the warning signs as a handful of shot glasses surrounded him where he held a white knuckled grip on the neck of his beer.


“Yo, Kyosuke, don’t you think you should slow down a little bit?” One of the braver members of their little rag tag group flinched at the bleary, drunken glare he got for his comment, shrinking as the man in question scoffed and downed the rest of his drink.


“Why the fuck should I, how else is a man supposed to relax when they keep making that godawful RACKET!” His bottle crashed onto the table, rattling the rest of their drinks while he ground his teeth.


“Oh pipe down greenhorn.” Furious eyes shot over to the table next to them, the culprit calmly sipping his own saucer of sake while waving away the sneer with uncaring ease. “You should have figured out how things were around here by now, unless the boss asks you to take it somewhere else then it’s free game. Just your poor luck that Issei’s finally found someone who can last. She’s a stunner too!”


In unison he and a few of the other surrounding tables raised their glasses, a toast to their very own beloved son of a bitch which only seemed to spur Kyosuke’s anger on to new heights.


“That’s part of the problem! It’s like you said, she's free game!” He lurched to his feet, arms spread wide to a crowd of unimpressed gangsters. “Bar maid pussy has been feeling a little loose lately… whaddya say we go over there and check out the fresh meat? WHO’S WITH ME!?”


He raised his arms, ready to take on the world as the boys around him stared… and laughed. Even his own at the table shrunk away from him while jeers and scorns rained down on his parade.


“What a fucking spaz-”
“Newbies man, I swear they get dumber with every batch-”
“Don’t worry, we’ll pour one out for him.”


Face turning puce in humiliation, the thugs' patience finally cracked as he slammed both hands onto the table, throwing his head around like a pitbull as he tried to growl at everyone at the same time.


“What’s so fucking funny!?”


Multiple heads shook in disbelief while the rest deliberated on who would tell him.


“It’s Issei.” One of the men pointed out, saying it as if it shouldn’t be clearer while the one so clearly out of the loop rolled his eyes.


“And?”


“Issei as in ‘Big Brother’ Issei. Issei as in the Boss’ favourite brother Issei. You don’t fuck with Issei.”


A chorus of snickers followed the drunken explanation while Kyosuke waited for the pin to drop.


“... So? What’s he gonna do, tattle to the Boss? I thought this was a place where nothing was off limits as long as you could take it!” He sneered.


“No one’s stopping you.” One of the more experienced members pointed out, briefly bringing a smile to his face before shutting it down. “It’s not what happens after you take her. It’s who you’re trying to take her from. Let me dumb this down for you. If Issei doesn’t want you getting your dick wet, it’s gonna be a long, cold, dusty night.”


A fresh wave of laughter pushed Kyosuke to rumble out from behind his table, snorting like a bull while pitying eyes watched him move.


“We’ll see about that...”


While he stumbled away, one of the younger recruits sat at his now old table hesitated before motioning as if he’d get up and follow. That came to a harsh stop as a hand belonging to the same older man pressed down on his shoulder, shaking warningly at the curious look he received.


“It’s not worth it kid. Watch, learn and be grateful someone else is going through this lesson so you don’t have to.”


Meanwhile, at the very same table he’d sat at all those years ago but this time without the addition of his Nii-san’s, Issei sipped his drink, oblivious to what was coming.


Smack-smack-smack


“MMPH! HAH, shit, Issei, baby please, let me rest! I can’t feel my legs!”


Trying to sound pleading, Raynare failed to convey her desperation as the sheer joy and exhilaration she’d been feeling for hours shot up from her tailbone and into her core, joining the wealth of heat sloshing around in her womb where Issei had already seen fit to dump his load multiple times with no sign of stopping.


Unfortunately for her, Raynare’s body seemed to approve, now without her wings as she flexed her knees and dragged her still tightly clinging pussy all the way up to the tip of his shaft before slamming her ass back down as she rode him cowgirl where everyone could see.


Issei, for his part, finished the last of his drink before sighing in appreciation at her molten insides, cupping the back of her flushed, sweaty neck and forcing her forward to lean on the table so he could view that glorious bubble butt clapping on his dick, her rhythm sending a mesmerising wave of ripples through the flesh as she bounced herself in his lap.


Sliding his palm around to the front of her throat, Issei both heard and felt her coo as he dragged Raynare to press her naked back against his chest, careless of how his own clothes had become soaked through from their exertions while he nuzzled against her drenched hair to nip beneath her ear.


“Mmmmm~ why would I do that?” His hot breath made her shudder through another miniature orgasm, movements shifting to a slow, purposeful grind as he slid one hand down her trembling abs and rubbed two fingers onto her clit. A cute moan made her eyes screw up in embarrassment but the pleasure induced tremor right above her entrance kept her from complaining.


“It’s such a tasty little pussy. Besides, you don’t need your legs, all you need is to stay hot, wet and tight for my dick!”


Startled by the sudden, familiar feeling of two meaty hands taking a stranglehold on her soft, bare hips, Raynare’s excited eyes shot wide as Issei grunted and lifted her clenching cunt all the way up his monster cock before ramming her back down into his lap.


With a choked off cry she came and Raynare all too easily succumbed to her role as Issei’s supernatural fuck pupopet, arching her back and remembering not to stop her naked and wildly bouncing tits so that he could devour the sight from over her shoulder. The cheers and whistles from all those who hadn’t lost interest hours into the free display meant nothing to the Fallen turned flesh light. All that mattered was staying awake through her own pleasure while Issei took everything she had to offer.


The scraping of his helmet along her cervix kept her suitably distracted as some red faced buffoon came trudging up to their table, fiddling with his belt as those in the know looked at him in disbelief and fear.


“Oi, brat!” He clicked his teeth, grinning maliciously at the still rutting couple before twitching as they ignored him. “Hey, I’m talking to you! You’ve had your fun, time to let the rest of us take her for a spin!”


Raynare threw her head back with a cry of pleasure, her rosy nipples making Kyosuke lick his lips as she latched onto Issei’s hands around her waist and seized.


“ISSEI!” She squealed, eyes rolling back and forth with his cunny melting abuse as her ass and thighs clapped against his lap. “HNNNGH, I-I-I can’t take any more! WAIT! PLEASE, I NEED TO PEE!”


Yowling through her teeth like a feisty, black haired cat, Raynare’s tongue slipped out as an unrelenting Issei focused on pounding her even harder.


“Tch, you think you’re hot shit, huh? Do you know who I am, you arrogant little bastard!” Kyosuke snarled and stepped towards the still oblivious duo. “I’ve been running these streets for a long time and if I say it’s time to give up some of that big titted sluts cunt, then you’re DAMN well gonna-”


It happened so fast, almost everyone in the club saw it as nothing but a blur. Kyosuke’s hand reached out to grab a clump of soaked, raven-like hair, intent on dragging the screeching Raynarer out of Issei’s lap, already imagining what it would be like to sink himself between tits those big and perky. Sadly, the only thing he felt was a dainty, deceptively tough grip on his wrist, courtesy of the now still and unamused beauty.


With his cock hard and a cruel taunt on his tongue, the drunken irritant didn’t have enough time to get the words out as Raynare’s arm tensed and flexed.


‘CRAAACK!’


You could have heard a pin drop as Kyosuke felt his torso jolt right as he looked down towards his arm. Confused and with the drunken haze slowing him down, it took the man a moment to realise his arm was facing him at the wrong angle… and a shock of straight white bone was peaking out.


Incapable of comprehending what had happened, he looked back up at the two sweaty youths glaring him down with disdain, right before monstrous green eyes were obscured with a tightly curled fist.


Then he was looking at the ceiling and everything was ringing. Feeling a soft crunch, his hand came up to wipe something welling up over his mouth. That was the moment Kyosuke found the shattered remains of his teeth beginning to slip down his throat. Then the pain came and he screamed.


“Fucking insect.” Raynare snorted, bringing her arm up and around to stroke the back of Issei’s head while he buried his nose into her neck, licking and sucking to her endlessly musical appreciation as she playfully giggled and tried to squirm away. “There’s only one human that’s allowed to touch me so casually.”


“Casually, huh?” Issei finally made his voice heard as it vibrated against the soft, hickey marked flesh of her neck, getting a high pitched, jerky moan as he flexed his rod where it was buried deep past the gates of her womb. “I guess I’ll just have to try harder then!”


“Wait, that’s not WHAT I MEANT!” 


With a squawk mixed with laughter, Raynare found herself dragged into the air on her tiptoes, only one foot touching the ground as Issei hooked her other leg over his elbow by the knee and spread her legs wide so that everyone could see where they were joined. Her stomach dropped and butterflies took its place as she felt him go lower behind her, teasing the walls of her quim before straightening back up and spearing himself to the end of her tunnel violently.


“SHIT!” Raynare cursed, teeth clenched and the breath exploding from her lungs as Issei resumed his monstrous pace while all those in attendance watched in envy fuelled awe.


The still groaning, bloody mess of a man on the floor kept them from trying anything though and so they were stuck there, watching all of her naked, glistening flesh shake as Issei manhandled her curves. Tits and ass wobbling, Raynare drank in their attention subconsciously even as she felt the pressure inside her guts increase to the point of bursting.


“NO! NO! No, no, no, noooooo~” She wailed, entrance gripping him tight like a lover as cream gushed from the seal of her pussy, flying through the air in time with the thunderous beating of his hips against her backside. “Issei, pleeeeeease~ I can’t hold it innnnnn!”


“Good!” He hissed, gripping her harder, dominantly as she squealed and took his punishing abuse with unabashed desire. “Let them see, let all the humans you look down on watch you humiliate yourself for my pleasure!”


Foam flew from her swollen lips and cream churned around the tightly plugged entrance to her slit. Still, Issei gave no quarter as Raynare desperately twisted and turned in his hold, grabbing thick handfuls of his hair and finding it did nothing as she turned to plead directly into his ear, just in time for the pleasure to shoot up her spine, reducing her to a mewling bitch simply happy to lick the sweat from his cheek.


“That’s right, this nasty little cunt won’t let me go. No matter how much you complain, you’re always the one who starts shaking her ass on my dick first! You know what, Raynare?” Their eyes met and the Fallen gurgled as the possessive light in his eyes flared. “I’m not letting you go, I’ve decided. This is your reward for being the first woman who could take me this far! This naughty body is perfect and I’m not willing to let a needy slut like you wander off for someone else to taste. From now on, every waking moment you’re in my presence I expect your pussy to be ready, lips around me and those tits on offer!”


With a roar he pumped into her harder and Raynare stared out at the sea of lusty men, tears of joy in her eyes even as she sneered at them.


“AH~AH~AH~ WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT? HUH!? WHO GAVE YOU APES PERMISSION TO STARE! YOU-YOU- N-nooooo~” Her snarling fervour vanished right before their eyes as she bent backwards and melted into Issei’s hold, legs shivering as she whined. “It’s coming, it’s coming! Don’t looooook, don’t look at MEEEEEEEE~”


With a cry, Issei hilted himself up to the balls and unloaded, filling Raynare’s already stuffed womb to the brim and more as spurt after spurt of viscous baby milk gurgled around inside her guts, warming her from the inside out.


Unfortunately for Raynare, that warmth was the last straw and her teary eyes looked out pleadingly at the entranced audience right before rolling back as she grunted and came. Jet after jet of musky, clear pussy juice shot from her cunt as Raynare squirted all over the booze stained floor up to several feet away, The humiliation didn’t end there though. With a sorrowful wail her ironclad will ran out and her muscles sagged, earning a roar of approval, mockery and desire from the crowd of depraved thugs as they watched her slowly trickling pussy erupt into a full blown, out of control spray while she unwillingly relieved herself. Raynare could feel the joint combination of fem-cum, jizz and piss dribbling down her legs as she whimpered and fell limp, lust fully sated with this last act of degradation. 


Deceptively gentle, Issei lowered her back onto both feet, supporting her with one hand cupping her chin and the other rubbing her sticky, steamy mound as he pulled her around into a searing, tongue sucking kiss that stole the air from her lungs and the common sense from her brain. Coaxing the last few dregs of enjoyment through the stirring of her clit, Issei patiently waited for her trembling knees to stabilise before pulling away and stroking her cheek. Feeling his girth slip from her gaping gash, Raynare’s curvy body folded slightly and her knees bent as she brought one hand down, in front of everyone, to help keep that thick load from slipping out and into the floor.


“The bathrooms are just over by the bar... if you wanna clean up.”


Fully blissed out with a dopey look of wonder on her face, Raynare acquiesced with ease, cooing as he laid a soft, caring kiss on her cheek before yelping as she took one step away and received a fierce, stinging ‘SLAP’ that had her giggling like some infatuated school girl and not the hundreds of years old veteran she was.


Admiring the way that even after the pounding she’d taken from him, the longest any girl had even come close to lasting, Raynare managed to walk with confidence and a sway in her step that drew all eyes to her ass and semen stained thighs, Issei forcefully dragged himself away to look at his current issue.


“There’s always one, huh.” He huffed.


“O-oh gawd, f-f-fuck, my arm, look at what that bitsch did to my arm! Hglurk, my FASHE!” Slurring around a mouthful of blood and shattered teeth, the pitiful thug only noticed something was wrong as a shadow coated his pale and shivering body, causing him to look up in terror at the hard edged grimace and burning emerald eyes above.


“Now now, don’t pass out on me too quickly.” Issei smirked as the annoyance tried to crawl away, crying out as a fracture inducing grip took him by the leg and dragged him back. “We still need to have a talk about the pecking order!”


Deep in the bathroom, Raynare smiled, almost swooning as she heard the hysterical screaming taking place out on the main floor. Feeling her guts rumble, the busty Fallen sighed as she squatted inside the cubicle, facing the back of the toilet as she straddled it with her legs spread wide around it while using two fingers to widen her entrance and drain herself of the gallons of spunk currently clogging up her insides.


A tug on her senses drew the lethargic creature to look down at her wrist, eyes widening as she cursed and fed the corrupted magic circle before bringing it up to her ear.


“Raynare!?”


“Hello, Dohnaseek.” Her voice was firm but casual, completely obscuring the fact that she was currently emptying her cunt of the still warm jizz dripping down into the porcelain bowl below.


“Where in Babylon have you been? We’ve been trying to reach you for hours! Mittelt thought you’d somehow gotten yourself killed at the hands of that human boy you were supposed to have taken care of already. Honestly, what was Azazel-sama thinking putting you in charge.” He scoffed.


Just that morning, such a statement would have sent rage rushing through her veins, leading her to remind him with great strength just why she had been entrusted by their leader. However, that felt like a lifetime ago. Now, the faint sheen on her skin and wonderfully satisfied ache in her muscles kept her calm as she rolled her eyes.


“I was busy, not that you lazy ingrates would know what that meant. I hope you have something of actual importance to say?” A smirk curled her lips as she sensed him physically bristle on the other end of their call, his wings fluttering furiously as he took a deep breath to regain his composure.


“Aside from asserting where our ‘leader’ had gone.” She could almost see the quotation marks, teeth sinking into her lip as the empty feeling in her pussy drew her fingers like a moth to flame. “We’ve got it.”


That got her attention, thoughts of climbing atop Issei for another round fading to the background as her greed for something other than that monster cock flared brighter.


“You mean…?”


“Yes.” His interest matched her own. “Azazel-sama’s Sacred Gear extraction device. Just in time too, the bearer of Twilight Healing is scheduled to arrive within two days, MY agents have confirmed it.”


Ignoring his pointed remark, Raynare’s eyes lifted to stare at the wall ahead, arms resting on the toilet tank as she settled for a moment.


“That is…” Emerald eyes. Warm, attractive, hypnotising appeared in her mind as she twirled a strand of damp hair around her finger. “... Excellent.”


“My thoughts exactly. We need you to return, that psychotic pet exorcist of yours is getting restless and as much as it pains me to admit it, you’re the only one who can reign him in.”


Those same eyes appeared again, making her chest tighten annoyingly as she shook her head and used her magic to conjure up a fresh leather attire.


“I’m… heading back now.”


Dohnaseek didn’t bother to respond, cutting off the connection. Dropping her hand from her face, Raynare twisted around to look behind her, past the open cubicle door and into the dusty mirror. Her eyes lowered and a grin warmed her face as she noted how her battle thong didn’t hide the burning red print of Issei’s affection where it coloured her creamy backside.


Regaining her focus, the Fallen Angel slinked her way from the bathroom, not looking up as she made her way to the side exit close to where the bathroom let out. Raynare knew that if she saw him she’d never leave, her cowardice making an unerotic shame burn in her chest as the cold night air greeted her from within the confines of an alley.


“Leaving, huh?”


The voice startled her, telling Raynare exactly how out of it she really was as she turned to face an attractive, older looking blonde woman. It was obvious she had once been a real beauty, but age had taken its toll, leaving the lightest touch of crows feet at the edges of her eyes behind the make up.


“Yes… Chi, was it?”


Raynare vaguely remembered Issei introducing them, somewhere between him ordering them both drinks and pinning her to the bench of their booth in a spine tingling mating press.


“Got it in one.” She sounded cheerful enough, puffing away at a cherry red cigarette before exhaling a thick trail of smoke into the air. “You know, it won’t change anything.”


That statement got a curious reaction, drawing Raynare like a laser as she was prodded with a knowing grin.


“Running away I mean.”


“I am not running-”


“He won’t let you go that easily.” That stopped the supernatural warrior from getting too riled up, curiosity overcoming her irritation as she started to pay attention to the wistful nature of this woman who now worked exclusively behind the bar. 


“What do you mean?”


The woman was silent, puffing on her cigarette as she seemed to sort her thoughts.


“Issei. It won’t matter if you run. I have no idea how he was supposed to turn out, but the man he is today doesn’t function like that. Joro really did a number on him, I guess.”


Raynare had no idea who this Joro person was but she thought she understood what the bartender was getting at.


“You know he’s not… normal?”


“Pffft, really? Normal like who, the rest of us? Or you Fallen Angels?”


Raynare froze stiff as the attractive blonde smirked smugly.


“You know a lot.” Bloodlust softly began to radiate from her skin, a dim light simmering in her palm as Chi scoffed and dropped her stick.


“I know enough. Issei doesn’t care about stuff like that though. I told you, he’s wired differently. That’s why it’s up to the rest of us to help where we can.”


“... I could kill you.”


“Issei wouldn’t let you.” Chi responded simply, stomping out the ember beneath her heel as Raynare’s face took on a predatory edge.


“Issei’s not here~”


“That’s what you think.”


That stopped the ravenette dead, senses flaring as she felt for her surprise lover before relaxing as she noted him still back in the bar.


“It is. Because he’s not.”


“Stuff like that doesn’t matter to Issei. Whatever Joro did, he created a monster, through and through. No matter how much I love that kid like he was one of my own, nothing happens around here without him allowing it. Scary, huh? Even now.”


Raynare’s purple eyes widened as Chi turned to head back inside, leaving one last parting message.


“You’re only out here because he’s letting you.”


The door slipped shut behind her, leaving Raynare frozen with the trash as her heartbeat escalated before calming. The smug bitch probably had no idea what she was talking about, human’s were all too commonly found thinking they knew the truth when they really knew nothing.


On the other hand though, if Chi was right…


Then Issei was giving her permission.


The thought of a human giving her permission should have sent Raynare off into an indignant, fury filled rampage. Instead, she looked to the stars. Wings unfurled behind her, humming as she could have sworn she felt Issei’s fingers where they’d so curiously stroked her plumage earlier, almost childlike in his starry eyed wonder.


Giggling to herself, the Fallen bent her knees before rocketing into the air, deciding to take a scenic route back to the old abandoned church, heart warm even as the rest of her trembled with excitement.


She just knew she’d be back.

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