"He was taken?" Rias muttered, crossing her arms under her breasts as Koneko stood in front of her desk, the shorter woman embarrassed and ashamed, "I've heard of barriers like that before, but to think a group of grunts like them could use it..."
"I'm sorry, Rias-Buchou," Koneko bowed her head at her King, but Rias just waved her off.
"It's not your fault, Koneko-chan, and it's not a big deal," Rias grinned as she rose to her feet, her large breasts jiggling as she stood up tall, "If those stupid fallen angels think they can take what's mine, then I'll have to show them not to mess with Rias Gremory. We need Naruto-kun for the upcoming Rating Game, so we'll go get him now, Koneko-chan. Go get Akeno and Asia."
"Yes, Buchou," Koneko simply nodded, and then turned to go find the other two women.
The time to take back Naruto Uzumaki had arrived.
Scene Break
"So, you're the fallen angels who took my cute peerage member?" Rias asked, standing in front of the abandoned church with Akeno, Asia, and Koneko by her side.
And in front of them, in the dusty, overgrown courtyard of the church, stood Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt. Raynare stood in the middle, with a smug, triumphant smirk on her beautiful face. Kalawarner was to her left, her massive tits and ass barely contained by her skimpy red jacket, and Mittelt was to her right, as her petite frame radiated confidence.
The two groups faced each other, the tension in the air being thick. The Gremory peerage, a bastion of demonic power and noble pride, against the fallen angels, a trio of dangerous, seductive predators who had stolen one of their own.
"I'd prefer 'saviors', if you don't mind," Raynare replied, her voice cold and dismissive. She looked Rias up and down, a look of amused contempt in her violet eyes. "We saved him from you. From your pathetic little club of weaklings. We showed him what real power looks like. What a real woman looks like."
"Shut up," Rias snarled, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light. A wave of demonic energy washed over the courtyard, and the air around her shimmered with a faint, crimson glow. "You dare to insult my peerage? To touch what's mine?"
Raynare laughed, a clear, ringing sound that was laced with scorn. "Touch him? We did more than touch him, bitch. We broke him. We remade him. He's ours now. And he enjoys our company far more than he ever enjoyed yours."
To prove her point, she snapped her fingers, the sharp, cutting sound echoing in the tense silence.
The heavy wooden doors of the church creaked open, and a figure emerged from the darkness within. It was Naruto, and he was on his hands and knees, crawling out of the church like a dog. His movements were slow, hesitant, and he kept his head bowed, his gaze fixed on the dusty ground as he refused to meet Rias's wide eyes.
He crawled across the courtyard, a pathetic, submissive mess, and then he stopped at Raynare's feet. He knelt there, a picture of utter submission, and then he leaned forward, pressing his lips against the tip of her stiletto heel in a clear, unspoken act of worship.
Raynare looked down at him, a look of cool, possessive satisfaction on her face. She reached down, her small, delicate hand patting his head in a gesture that was both affectionate and demeaning.
"Good boy," she purred, the words a final, definitive stamp of ownership. She then turned her attention back to Rias, a smug, triumphant smirk on her lips. "See? I told you. He's ours now, and you're a fool for coming here."
She gestured towards Naruto, who was still kneeling at her feet, a pathetic, whimpering mess who was completely and utterly at her mercy. "Even if you are stronger than me, bitch, you can't fight us now. Not with him on our side. You're not just fighting us, you're fighting him too. And we both know he's a monster. He's a walking, talking nuke that could take out all of us without breaking a sweat."
A nervous tremor ran through Rias. She saw the truth in Raynare's words. Naruto was very strong. She had seen him take out Dohnaseek with a single punch. She knew the raw, untapped power that lay dormant within him, and the thought of it being turned against her was a terrifying prospect.
"Everyone, be on guard," she commanded, her voice a low, tense whisper. A wave of crimson demonic energy washed over her, the air around her shimmering with a faint, ominous glow. Akeno and Koneko tensed, their bodies coiled like springs, ready to spring into action at a moment's notice. Asia, who was standing behind them, let out a small, frightened inhale as her hands were wringing in front of her.
Raynare's smirk widened into a full-blown, triumphant grin. She was enjoying this, savoring the fear and uncertainty that she had instilled in the stronger devil. She looked down at Naruto, her eyes gleaming with a cruel, predatory light.
"Now, my little fighting slave," she commanded, her voice a sharp, cutting whip-crack that sliced through the tense silence. "Kill them. Kill them all."
Naruto flinched, the command a jolt of electricity that shot through him. He looked up, his gaze drifting from Raynare's smug, triumphant face to the four women who were standing in a defensive formation.
His eyes trailed over Rias, remembering the way she had dominated him so easily, and how good she had made him feel. Then, his gaze shifted to Akeno. He saw the familiar, sadistic smirk on her lips, as he saw the woman who had dominated him, who had pushed him to the very brink of pleasure and pain, but who had also shown him a twisted, affectionate care.
His gaze drifted to Koneko. He saw the shame and the anger in her golden eyes, but also a stubborn, unwavering loyalty. He saw the woman who had walked all over him, who had made him beg for her touch, but who had also fought against the two fallen angels to keep him just the day prior.
Finally, he looked at Asia. He saw the fear in her wide, innocent green eyes, which had manipulated him so easily and had made him feel so protective of her. He hesitated. A small, almost imperceptible hesitation, but it was there.
Rias saw it. A flicker of a grin tugged at the corners of her lips as she realized Naruto wasn't completely broken. The seed of loyalty and of affection was still there. It was buried under a mountain of lust and submission, but it was there.
"Ignoring my orders, are we?" Raynare's voice was a low, dangerous growl, but the flicker of triumph in her eyes had been replaced by a flash of annoyance. She hadn't expected this. She had been so sure of her control, so confident in her ability to break him.
"We don't need to fight them," Rias declared, her voice ringing with a newfound confidence. She looked directly at Naruto, a small, sly smirk playing on her lips. "Naruto-kun, I'm giving you a new order. Kill them. Kill those three worthless fallen angels who dared to touch what's mine."
Naruto's gaze snapped back to her, a look of confusion and conflict in his eyes. He looked from Rias's smirking face to Raynare's angry one. He was caught in the middle, a pawn in a dangerous game of power and submission.
He hesitated again. His mind was a swirling vortex of conflicting orders, of warring loyalties. He was a slave to both sides, a tool to be used and discarded. He didn't know who to obey, who to please, who to serve.
"I... I won't," Naruto finally spoke up with a mutter, "I won't kill either of you."
The courtyard was silent, the two sides locked in a tense, uncertain stalemate. They were at an impasse, as both sides didn't know what to do. Naruto was the one who controlled all the power, and whichever side had him would undoubtedly win the fight. But, right now, he wasn't willing to fight either of them.
Raynare's anger slowly faded, replaced by a cold, calculating amusement. A slow, sly smile spread across her face.
"Well, well, well," she purred, her lips curving into a cruel, predatory smirk. "It seems we have a stalemate. And I don't like stalemates."
She took a step forward, her stiletto heels clicking on the dusty stone of the courtyard. She looked from Rias's confident face to Naruto's conflicted expression, and a new, more interesting idea started to form in her mind.
"So, let's make this a little more... interesting," she declared, her voice ringing with a newfound confidence. "A different kind of battle. One that doesn't require any of this messy, pointless violence."
Rias raised an eyebrow, a look of cautious curiosity on her face.
"Go on," she said, her tone challenging and confident.
"Naruto doesn't have to kill anyone," Raynare continued, "Instead, he'll be the judge. He'll choose a winner. We'll have a... competition. A battle of bodies, of pleasure, and of submission."
She gestured towards Rias and her peerage with a dismissive wave of her hand. "You and your little club of devils against my fallen angels. We'll each get a chance to... persuade him. To show him what we can offer. And then, he'll choose."
"And whoever wins, whoever he chooses, will be the masters," Raynare finished, "The losers will become their slaves. For good. You and your pathetic little devils will become our servants, our playthings, our property. Or... we'll become yours."
Rias's lips curved into a confident, predatory smile. The idea was absurd, a childish game, but she saw the opportunity. She knew Naruto. She knew his weaknesses, his desires. She knew that, despite the fallen angels' best efforts, he was still hers. And she knew that she could win.
"I accept," Rias declared, her voice ringing with a smug confidence. She crossed her arms under her breasts, a gesture that made her impressive chest swell, and she shot a triumphant smirk at Raynare. "But don't cry when you and your little flock of fallen sluts become our slaves. You'll learn not to mess with the Gremory Clan."
"We'll see about that, bitch," Raynare shot back, her own smirk unwavering. She looked down at Naruto, who was still kneeling on the ground, a look of confusion and awe on his face. "Get up, dog. It's time for you to do what you do best. Be swayed by better bodies."
She then turned back to Rias, "We get to pick the contest first. Since we have him."
"Fine by me," Rias shrugged, a look of unconcerned confidence on her face.
"And only one woman from each team per round," Raynare added, her eyes gleaming with a cunning light. "And everyone has to go before anyone can go twice. No cheating."
"Agreed," Rias nodded, her confidence unwavering. "Now, what's your little game?"
Raynare's smirk widened as she looked over at her team, her gaze lingering on the buxom, blue-haired fallen angel.
"The first round," she declared smugly, "is simple. A classic. Tits."
A ripple of excitement went through the fallen angels. Kalawarner's lips curved into a wide, confident grin. She took a step forward, her massive tits jiggling with the movement, almost threatening to spill out from her skimpy red jacket.
"Kalawarner, you're up," Raynare commanded, a smug look on her face.
"With pleasure," Kalawarner purred, her lips curving into a sly smirk. She reached up, grabbing the zipper of her jacket. With a slow, deliberate pull, the metallic purr of the zipper was the only sound in the tense silence. The red fabric parted, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her chest and the deep, shadowed valley of her cleavage.
She shrugged the jacket from her shoulders, and it pooled around her feet. Naruto's jaw went slack, and his cock throbbed. The memory of her tits, of the overwhelming pleasure they had given him, was a powerful, all-consuming force. He remembered the way they had felt wrapped around his cock, a warm, fleshy prison that had made his mind go blank.
Rias watched with a look of calm, unconcerned confidence on her face. She looked from Kalawarner's colossal tits to Akeno, who was standing beside her, a small, knowing smile on her lips. She knew who she was sending out.
"Akeno," Rias said simply, her voice a calm, commanding singular word.
"At once, Buchou," Akeno replied, her own lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. She stepped forward, her movements fluid and graceful, a stark contrast to Kalawarner's bold, brash display.
She reached up, her long, slender fingers deftly untying the obi of her miko outfit. The silk fabric whispered as it came undone, and she let the purple and white garment fall from her shoulders. She stood there in just her black stockings, a garter belt, and a simple black lace bra that struggled to contain her enormous breasts. They were not the cartoonishly large spheres that Kalawarner possessed, but they were still massive, heavy melons that were perfectly shaped and sat high on her chest, defying gravity with their sheer perfection.
Naruto's gaze drifted between them. On one side, there was Kalawarner. Her tits were titanic, a pair of colossal, jiggling spheres that were a feast for the eyes. On the other, there was Akeno. Her tits were also enormous, but they were different. They were perfectly shaped, with a weight and a presence that commanded the eye. He remembered the way they felt, the way they dominated him, the way she used them to push him to the very brink of pleasure and pain. The memory was a powerful, intoxicating drug that made his head spin.
"Come here, Naruto-kun," Akeno cooed, her voice a low, seductive hum that vibrated through him. She crooked a finger, a clear, unspoken command that he couldn't ignore.
He started to move, as he crawled towards her, his movements clumsy and desperate as he stared at her huge breasts.
"Oi, mutt," Kalawarner's voice was a sharp, cutting lash that sliced through the fog of lust. "Where do you think you're going? Did you forget who you belong to now?"
She strode forward, her long legs eating up the distance between them. She grabbed him by the hair, her grip surprisingly strong, and pulled him back. He fell back onto his ass, his legs sprawled out as his cock twitched in the air.
"You're going to choose me," she declared, her lips curving into a confident, predatory smile. "You're going to cum for my tits."
She knelt down in front of him, her massive tits swaying with the movement. Then, she wrapped them around his semi-hard cock, which had already hardened again at the sight of the two pairs of massive breasts. The feeling was incredible, a warm, fleshy prison that made him moan out loud. She squeezed her breasts together, her large hands pressing into the soft, heavy flesh, and started to move. Her massive globes slid up and down the length of his shaft in a slow, deliberate rhythm, each movement a fresh wave of pleasure that made him see stars.
"Akeno's tits are nothing," Kalawarner taunted, her lips curving into a sly smirk. "They're sad, saggy bags compared to mine. You know it's true. You can feel it."
But Naruto's gaze was fixed on Akeno. The raven-haired woman had a small, knowing smile on her lips and a look of confidence that was both infuriating and intoxicating. She reached behind her back, her long, slender fingers deftly unhooking her bra. The lace fabric fell away, and her enormous breasts spilled out, bouncing slightly with the movement. They were perfect, round globes that were topped with large, dark areolas and nipples that were already hardened into tight, little peaks.
She sauntered over, her hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. She stopped beside Naruto, who was still trapped in the warm, fleshy prison of Kalawarner's tits.
"Look at me, Naruto-kun," she cooed, her voice a low, seductive hum that made his head spin. He looked up, his gaze locking with hers. She brought her hand up to her breast, her long, slender fingers cupping the heavy, perfect globe. She squeezed it gently, her fingers sinking into the soft flesh.
"You see this?" she asked, her thumb brushing against her hardened nipple. "This is what a real woman's tit feels like. Not those... over-inflated blimps."
A strangled moan escaped Naruto's lips, his hips bucking involuntarily into the warm, fleshy prison of Kalawarner's tits. He was trapped, a prisoner of pleasure, and he was completely and utterly at their mercy.
"Do you want a taste?" Akeno whispered, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. She leaned in, her perfect breast hovering just inches from his face. He could feel the heat radiating from it, a promise of the pleasure that awaited him.
He nodded, a pathetic, whimpering mess who was completely and utterly at her mercy.
"Say please," she commanded, her voice a sharp, cutting lash that was laced with a sadistic amusement.
"Please," he whimpered, the word a choked, desperate gasp.
"Please what?" she pressed, her breast still hovering just out of reach.
"Please... Akeno-sama," he stammered, the words tearing from his throat. "Please... let me... suck."
A small, triumphant smile played on Akeno's lips. She leaned in, her breast descending upon him. He watched, mesmerized, as her hardened nipple came closer, closer, closer...
Then, it stopped. It was just a breath away from his lips, so close that he could almost taste it. He could feel the heat radiating from it, a sweet, intoxicating scent that made his head spin. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out, desperate for a taste.
But she pulled back, and he whimpered. His hips bucked frantically into Kalawarner's tits, a frantic, desperate search for any kind of stimulation as Akeno's huge tits were pulled away at the last second.
"Aww, does the little doggy want his treat?" Akeno taunted, her lips curving into a cruel, sly smirk. She looked down at him, her large, violet eyes alight with a sadistic glee. "You'll have to work for it. You'll have to show me you want it. Show me you want me."
She took a step back, her perfect breast now a few feet away. She looked down at him, her expression a challenge. A dare.
"Shove her off," Akeno commanded, her voice a sharp, cutting whip-crack. "Shove that fallen angel slut off of you. Show me you're my dog. Show me you're mine."
Naruto's mind was a battlefield. The pleasure from Kalawarner's tits was a warm, mind-melting pleasure. But the promise of Akeno's breast, the memory of her sweet, addictive taste, was a siren's call that he couldn't ignore. He was torn between two overwhelming forces, two competing pleasures.
His body made the choice for him. With a strangled groan, he pushed. He shoved Kalawarner away, his hands pressing against her massive tits with a force that surprised even himself.
The blue-haired fallen angel stumbled backward, a look of shock and disbelief on her face.
"What the...?" she stammered, her arms pinwheeling for a moment before she caught her balance. She looked down at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of anger and betrayal. "You... you pushed me. For her?"
"He's chosen," Akeno declared, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips. She looked over at the stunned fallen angel, a look of unconcerned superiority in her eyes. "He chose me. The winner is clear."
Naruto, now free from the fleshy prison, scrambled to his hands and knees. He crawled forward, a pathetic, desperate mess who was completely and utterly at Akeno's mercy. His cock, which was now rock-hard and throbbing, dragged on the dusty ground as he made his way to her.
"Good boy," Akeno praised, her voice a smug, triumphant purr. She reached down, her long, slender fingers wrapping around his chin. She pulled his head up, forcing him to look at her. "You know your place. You know who your master is."
She leaned in, her breast descending upon him once more. He watched, mesmerized, as her hardened nipple came closer. This time, she didn't pull back. This time, she let him have what he wanted.
His lips closed around her nipple, and a jolt of pleasure shot through him. The taste of her skin was a sweet, intoxicating flavor that made his head spin. He sucked eagerly, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak, his actions a clear, unspoken declaration of his submission.
"Ahn... you're so eager," Akeno moaned, her head tilting back slightly as she enjoyed the sensation of his worship. Her hand came up, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him in place. "Keep going. Don't stop."
Naruto obeyed, his suckling becoming more fervent, more desperate. He was a man dying of thirst, and her tit was a cool, refreshing spring. He would have stayed there forever, content to worship her for the rest of his days.
"Fine! He chose your saggy bags!" Raynare snapped, her face a mask of cold fury. She shot a venomous glare at a fuming Kalawarner. "Back off, Kala. Round one goes to the devils."
Kalawarner huffed, crossing her arms under her massive chest in a way that only made them look bigger. She shot a dirty look at Naruto, who was still latched onto Akeno's breast like a baby.
"He's a pathetic mutt with no taste," she muttered, but she obediently stepped back to rejoin her team, her movements stiff with irritation.
Akeno gave a final, contented sigh and gently pushed Naruto's head away. He looked up at her, a dazed, worshipful expression on his face, a thin string of saliva connecting his lips to her now glistening nipple. She smiled down at him, a look of smug satisfaction on her face.
"Good boy," she purred, and then turned, her hips swaying as she walked back to stand beside Rias, leaving him kneeling on the dusty ground, whimpering at the sudden loss of contact. His cock, hard and throbbing, stood out in the cool air, a desperate, aching need for more.
"Now, for round two," Rias declared, her crimson eyes gleaming with a predatory light. She stepped forward, her gaze sweeping over the fallen angels with a dismissive confidence. "Since you picked last round, we get to pick the category."
Raynare narrowed her eyes, but she didn't object. The terms had been set.
Rias's lips curved into a wicked, confident smirk.
"The next contest is simple. Asses." She let the word hang in the air, savoring the slight shifts in posture from both sides. "Whichever ass he kisses first wins. For our side, Asia, you're up."
A flicker of panic crossed the nun's face, her emerald eyes wide with apprehension, but she steeled herself, giving a determined nod. She was doing this for her Buchou, for the Occult Research Club, and for the kind boy who had saved her.
Raynare's smirk was a razor's edge, sharp and full of scorn. She stepped forward herself, shoving past a slightly hesitant Mittelt and a still-seething Kalawarner.
"I'll handle this little lamb myself," she declared, her voice dripping with condescending amusement. She stood tall, her curvaceous body a stark silhouette against the fading light. Her ass, round and firm, poured out from the top of her black leather bikini like a pair of ripe, deadly fruits. "Let's see if your little virgin can compete with a real woman."
Asia flinched at the words, but she took a deep breath, and then she began to undo her Kuoh Academy uniform. Her fingers trembled slightly, but she managed to unbutton it, letting the tight clothes fall to the ground. She stood there in just her simple white bra and panties, her small, slender body a stark, innocent contrast to Raynare's lethal, domineering form.
She then took a deep breath and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties. She pulled them down, and her large, juicy, and bubbly round ass was revealed. It was a cute, pert little rear, a pale, perfect moon that was both innocent and alluring. It was smaller than Raynare's, but it had a certain shy, delicate charm that was impossible to ignore. Whereas Raynare's was large and muscular, Asia's was bubbly and soft, like two perfect pillows.
Naruto's gaze drifted between them. On one side, there was Raynare. Her ass was a masterpiece of dominance, a firm, rounded bubble that promised both pleasure and pain. He remembered the feeling of it on his face, a suffocating, fleshy prison that had made his mind break.
On the other side, there was Asia. Her ass was delicate, a perfect, pale moon that was a symbol of her innocence. He remembered the way she had looked at him, her wide, innocent green eyes filled with a mix of admiration and a naive, almost childlike trust.
"Go on, mutt," Raynare taunted, her hands on her hips as she arched her back, making her perfect rear pop out even more. "You know you want this. You know this is better than that flat little board. Come get a taste of a real woman's ass."
Asia, seeing Naruto's hesitation and feeling a surge of desperate courage, took a small step forward. She turned around, presenting her round ass to him. She reached back, her small, delicate hands cupping her cheeks, and then she spread them wide, revealing the tight, pink pucker of her virgin asshole. Then, she wiggled her hips slightly, a shy, hesitant little shake that sent a fresh jolt of arousal through Naruto.
"Senpai..." she whispered, her voice a soft, pleading tone that was laced with a desperate courage. "Choose me. Please choose me!"
Her words, her plea, a simple, desperate request for him to choose her, were more potent than any command or taunt. It cut through the fog of lust and confusion in his mind, a small, warm light in the encroaching darkness.
He started to crawl, his hands and knees moving across the dusty ground. His gaze was locked on Asia, on her small, round ass, on the shy, innocent plea in her emerald eyes. He was a man drawn to a flame, a moth to a candle, and the pull was too strong to resist.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, mutt?" Raynare's voice was a sharp, cutting lash that sliced through the tense silence. Her face contorted in disbelief and then in a cold, furious rage. She watched, her fists clenching at her sides, as he ignored her, as he crawled past her, and as he made his choice.
He reached Asia, stopping at her feet. He looked up, his gaze drifting from her trembling legs to her round, perfect ass. Then, he leaned forward, and his lips pressed against the soft, warm skin of her right cheek.
The contact was electric. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, a warm, gentle wave that was a stark contrast to the sharp, stinging pain of Raynare's dominance. It was a different kind of pleasure, a softer, more intimate sensation that made him want to cherish her, to protect her.
Asia let out a small, surprised gasp, her body tensing at the sudden contact. But then, she relaxed, a wave of relief and a sweet, triumphant joy washing over her. She had won. He had chosen her.
"He... he chose me," she muttered, blushing shyly as Naruto kissed her ass desperately, "I won!"
Naruto didn't stop. He kissed her again, and again, his lips pressing into each part of her soft, round ass. He was lost in the moment, a willing worshipper at the altar of her innocence. His hands came up, not to pull her closer, but to gently cup her cheeks, to feel the soft, warm flesh in his palms. He was a man who had found a treasure, and he was determined to savor it.
"Unbelievable," Raynare snarled, her face a mask of cold, impotent fury. She had been so sure of herself, so confident in her dominance, that the sight of him worshipping the nun's ass was a personal insult, a direct challenge to her authority. "That useless, bimbo-assed little nun... he chose her over me?"
"He's a pathetic, weak-willed mutt who can't control his own base desires," Mittelt chimed in, her voice laced with a scornful amusement that couldn't quite hide her surprise. "He has a thing for innocence. How disgusting."
"Well, we're up 2 to 0 now," Rias declared, a wide, triumphant grin spreading across her face. She looked over at the fuming Raynare, a smug, confident light in her crimson eyes. "It seems your little game isn't going as planned, is it, fallen angel?"
Raynare's jaw tightened, but she didn't reply. She just shot a venomous glare at Asia, who was still standing there, a shy, happy blush on her face as Naruto continued to pepper her rear with small, worshipful kisses.
"Don't get too cocky, bitch," Mittelt shot back, her hands on her hips as she stepped forward, a defiant glare on her face. "It's my turn now. And I'm not going to be as easy to beat as those two. Kalawarner's tits might be bigger than her head, and Raynare might have the best ass, but I'm the whole package. I'm the one he really wants."
She shot a confident smirk at Naruto, who had finally pulled away from Asia, a dazed, confused expression on his face.
"We're doing asses again," Mittelt declared, her voice ringing with a newfound confidence. "And this time, the rules are a little different. He's not just going to kiss them. He's going to get an assjob. He's going to hump them. And whoever's cheeks he chooses, whoever he begs to cum on, will win. And since your bimbo nun with more ass than brains has already gone, you don't have anyone who can compete with my perfect, petite ass. Send out that pathetic flat-chested run, and I'll beat her as I did before!"
Rias let out a small, amused laugh, a light, musical sound that was laced with a dismissive condescension.
"Oh, you poor, deluded little thing," Rias purred, her lips curving into a sly, predatory smirk. She took a step forward, her hips swaying with a natural, commanding grace that made Mittelt's confident posture falter slightly. "You think Asia was our best? I was just going easy on you. I didn't want it to be unfair."
She gestured towards Mittelt, a look of superiority in her eyes. "You want an ass competition? Fine. I'll go myself. And I'll show you what a real, noble, devil's rear can do."
Mittelt's confidence wavered, a flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. She had been expecting Koneko to be pitted against her, and now that she was staring at the busty, sexy form of Rias, she was suddenly a bit nervous.
"Strip," Rias commanded, her voice a calm, authoritative word that was a clear, unspoken challenge.
Mittelt, not one to back down, narrowed her eyes, a defiant glare replacing her uncertainty. She reached behind her back, her small, delicate fingers fumbling with the zipper as she pulled off her maid outfit. The black fabric fell away, revealing her small, perky breasts. Then, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her simple black panties, pulling them down and stepping out of them.
She stood there, completely nude, her body a study in petite, athletic perfection. Her skin was pale and flawless, her waist narrow, and her hips flared out into a pair of firm, round cheeks that were a perfect, heart-shaped bubble. It was a cute, perky rear that would put most women's to shame.
Rias watched, her lips curling into a borderline arrogant smirk. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement that was designed to draw out the anticipation, she began to unbutton her shirt. Her long, slender fingers worked their way down the front of the crisp white fabric, revealing the smooth, pale skin of her chest and the deep, shadowed valley of her cleavage. She shrugged the shirt from her shoulders, letting it pool around her feet.
She then unhooked her bra, and her massive, perfect breasts spilled out, bouncing slightly with the movement. Finally, she unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the ground, revealing a pair of simple, black lace panties that barely did anything to contain the magnificent globes of her ass.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, and with a final, dramatic flourish, she pulled them down.
And Mittelt's jaw went slack.
The fallen angel, who had been so confident, so sure of her victory, could only stare, her eyes wide with a mixture of shock, disbelief, and a grudging, awe-struck admiration. Rias's ass was... it was colossal. It was a masterpiece of divine and noble femininity, a pair of massive, shapely globes that dwarfed anything she had ever seen, even Kalawarner's impressive rear. It was a throne of flesh, a monument to power and beauty, a vision of overwhelming, suffocating perfection that made her own perky, heart-shaped bubble look like a pathetic, child's imitation.
It was bigger than Kalawarner's. It was fatter. It was bouncier. It was better in every single way.
"I... I..." Mittelt stammered, the words catching in her throat. She looked from Rias's magnificent, goddess-like rear to her own, and a fresh wave of shame and humiliation washed over her. She had been so arrogant, so confident, and now she was being shown, in the most public and humiliating way possible, just how outmatched she was.
"What's the matter, fallen angel?" Rias taunted, her lips curving into a cruel, triumphant smirk. She turned slightly, giving Naruto a perfect profile view of her magnificent rear. "Cat got your tongue? Or are you just finally realizing that you can't compete?"
Naruto, who had been watching with wide, lust-filled eyes, was completely and utterly captivated. His cock throbbed at the sight of her huge, undefeatable ass. He remembered her ass, as the memory was seared into his mind. He remembered the overwhelming, mind-shattering pleasure it had given him, the way it had dominated him, and the way it had made him beg for more. The memory was a powerful, all-consuming force, a siren's call that he couldn't ignore.
He started to crawl forward, a desperate, whimpering mess who was completely and utterly at her mercy. His gaze was locked on her ass, on the massive, perfect globes that were a testament to her noble, devilish beauty.
"That's my good boy," Rias purred as Naruto finally reached her, and she shook her ass in his face, the massive, fleshy cheeks bouncing and jiggling in a hypnotic rhythm that made his mind go blank. Each movement was a fresh wave of pleasure, a tantalizing promise of the paradise that awaited him.
Naruto didn't need to be told twice. He leaned forward, his lips pressing against the soft, warm skin of her right cheek. He kissed it, a soft, reverent touch that was a clear declaration of his devotion. He kissed her again and again, his lips pressing into each part of her magnificent rear as his cock twitched and throbbed. He was lost in the moment, a willing slave to the overwhelming pleasure and submission.
"No way," Raynare muttered, her face a mask of disbelief. She stared at Rias's massive, perfect rear, her violet eyes wide with a mixture of shock and a grudging, awe-struck admiration. "How... How can an ass be that big? And that perfect? Does she have the best butt in the entire world?"
"Better than yours, and mine, that's for sure," Kalawarner shot back, a look of grudging respect in her eyes. She looked from Rias's massive rear to her own, and a fresh wave of insecurity washed over her. She had always been proud of her own ass, but now, seeing Rias's, she felt small and inadequate.
Naruto couldn't hold back any longer. He was a man dying of thirst, and her ass was a cool, refreshing spring. He wrapped his hand around his aching cock, and started to stroke, his movements fast and frantic. He was so close, so desperate for release.
Rias looked over her shoulder at the stunned fallen angels, a wide, triumphant grin on her face. She watched as Naruto pleasured himself to the sight of her perfect ass, and a look of smug satisfaction washed over her.
"Did you really think you could compete with this?" she taunted, her voice ringing with a smug confidence. "Did you really think your pathetic, little butts could compare to a noble devil's booty? You're not even in the same league."
She then looked over at Koneko, a cruel, sly smirk on her lips.
"Koneko-chan," she commanded, her voice a calm, authoritative word that was a clear, unspoken challenge. "Bring her here."
Koneko, who had been watching with a look of quiet satisfaction, nodded. She strode over to the still-stunned Mittelt, her small body radiating a quiet, confident power. She grabbed the fallen angel by the arm, her grip surprisingly strong, and dragged her over.
Rias laughed, a cruel, musical sound that was laced with a triumphant satisfaction. She looked down at the two of them, a look of superiority in her eyes.
"My ass is big enough for both of you," she declared, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. She then, with a slow, deliberate movement, pushed her massive rear back, enveloping Naruto's face in a warm, fleshy prison. She then turned slightly, shaking her hips as she pressed the side of her cheek against Mittelt's face, smothering the fallen angel in the same overwhelming, suffocating flesh. "You can both worship at the same time. Don't you feel lucky?"
Mittelt struggled, her small body writhing in Koneko's grip. But it was useless. The weight of Rias's ass was too much, a suffocating, fleshy prison that was both terrifying and intoxicating. She could feel the heavy weight of it on her face, the smooth, soft skin against her cheek, and the overwhelming scent of her body. She was trapped, a prisoner of the perfect, heavy flesh, and she couldn't breathe.
Naruto, on the other hand, was in heaven. He was smothered, a willing victim to the overwhelming sensory experience. He could feel the muscles in her cheeks clenching and relaxing, a rhythmic squeezing that made his cock throb with a desperate need. He inhaled deeply, the clean, faintly sweet scent of her skin filling his lungs, and a fresh wave of lust washed over him.
He couldn't hold back any longer. The pleasure, the submission, the overwhelming presence of Rias's ass was too much. As he moaned into Rias's ass, Rias grinned and pulled back, leaving him whimpering.
"You want my ass, Naruto-kun?" she asked with a smirk as he simply moaned and nodded, "You have to earn it."
She then reached down, her long, slender fingers wrapping around his aching cock. She gave it a slow, teasing stroke, and he whimpered, his hips bucking upward in a desperate search for more. She was toying with him, enjoying the power she had over him, and the thought sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through him.
"Koneko-chan," she commanded, her voice a calm, authoritative word that was a clear, unspoken order. "Hold her still."
"Yes, Buchou," Koneko replied, her own lips curving into a small, cruel smirk. She tightened her grip on Mittelt's arms, her small, surprisingly strong hands pinning the fallen angel's arms behind her back.
Rias laughed, a cruel, musical sound that was laced with a triumphant satisfaction. She looked down at the two of them again, the look of superiority not dropping. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, she turned around. She backed up, pressing the massive, jiggling globes of her ass against Naruto's rock-hard cock as she fully sat down on his lap.
The contact was electric. A jolt of pleasure shot through him, and he moaned as his brain nearly exploded from the feeling. The pressure was intense, a warm, heavy weight that was both comforting and suffocating. He could feel the smooth texture of her skin, the slight curve of her cheeks, and the overwhelming presence of her body.
"Now, put her face in," Rias smirked over at Koneko as she started to rub her ass up and down on Naruto's lap, "
Koneko's grip tightened, and with a firm, unyielding shove, she pushed Mittelt's face forward. The fallen angel's small, delicate nose and lips were pressed directly into the warm, fleshy valley between Rias's colossal cheeks, right next to Naruto's throbbing cock, which was trapped between the two cheeks. A muffled, indignant cry escaped Mittelt's lips, a sound that was swallowed by the overwhelming presence of Rias's rear.
"Lick," Rias commanded, her voice a low, dangerous growl that was laced with a sadistic amusement. "Lick his cock, you little fallen angel slut. Lick it while I give him the pleasure you could only dream of."
Mittelt struggled, her small body writhing in Koneko's unbreakable grip. But it was useless. The combined pressure of Rias's ass and Koneko's strength was too much, a suffocating prison of flesh and power that was both terrifying and intoxicating.
"We lost," Kalawarner said, a look of grudging respect on her face as she watched from the sidelines. "How were we supposed to ever beat her?"
Rias then started to move in a slow, hypnotic rhythm. Her massive ass slid up and down Naruto's cock, the soft, heavy flesh a warm, fleshy prison that made his mind go blank. Each movement was a fresh wave of pleasure, and he couldn't stop the moans and gasps that came out of his mouth. His hands came up, gripping her wide, flared hips as she started to give him an assjob, and he was loving every second of it.
Mittelt, her face still trapped between the massive cheeks, had no choice but to obey. She could feel the heat of Naruto's cock against her cheek, the throbbing of his shaft a constant, aching reminder of her defeat. With a defeated whimper, she stuck out her small, pink tongue. She touched it to the base of his shaft, a hesitant, reluctant touch that was a clear, unspoken declaration of her submission.
"See?" Rias taunted, her lips curving into a cruel, triumphant smirk as she felt the small, wet muscle on her ass. "Even she knows who's in charge. She knows who has the better ass. She knows who deserves to be worshipped."
Naruto could only moan, the dual sensation of Rias's massive ass sliding up and down his cock and Mittelt's reluctant tongue licking at his shaft was too much. He was on the edge, a desperate, whimpering mess who was about to cum.
"Keep licking, slut," Koneko commanded, her small, delicate hands tightening their grip on Mittelt's arms. "Make him cum for Buchou. Make him cum all over her perfect ass."
Mittelt obeyed, her licks becoming a little more frantic, a little more desperate. She was a prisoner of flesh, a victim of the overwhelming power and pleasure that surrounded her. She could feel the heat, the sweat, the sheer, overwhelming presence of Rias's ass. She could taste the faint, salty taste of Naruto's precum on her tongue, a constant, aching reminder that she was licking the cock of the man who had once been her slave.
"He's getting close," Rias observed, her lips curving into a sly, dominant smirk. She started to move faster, her massive cheeks bouncing and jiggling in a furious, almost punishing rhythm. The pleasure was overwhelming, a mind-shattering assault that made him see stars.
Naruto's grip on her hips tightened, and his hips bucked upward, a desperate, primal thrust into the warm, fleshy valley. He was a man possessed, a desperate, whimpering mess who was completely and utterly at her mercy. The pressure that had been building for what felt like an eternity burst.
A strangled gasp tore from his throat as a thick, hot rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock. It splattered against the inside of Rias's left cheek, a sticky, warm mess that was a clear, unspoken declaration of his devotion. Another followed, then another, as he came and came, painting her magnificent rear with a torrent of his seed. His vision swam, and his mind went blank, and he could only feel the overwhelming pleasure of release.
He slumped back, completely and utterly spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm. Rias held him there for a long moment, her massive ass still pressing against him, a warm, possessive weight that was both comforting and suffocating. Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, she stood up.
His cum trickled down her ass cheeks, flowing out and dripping down onto Mittelt's face as Rias stood over her with a smirk.
"You said 5 rounds, right? We won 3 already, so it's over. You can't win," Rias grinned, glancing over at Raynare with a dangerous glint in her eyes, "Now, you'll be our slaves, and I'll show you what happens when you mess with the House of Gremory."
Raynare could only shift nervously at the look in Rias' eyes, as her thighs rubbed together with nervous arousal.
Now, it was time for the fallen to be punished.
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. I'll post The Waifu Stealer tomorrow. There are 5 more chapters for this novel on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar