"Ah, you guys got started early without me, huh?" A long-haired man, who had the typical Gremory family red hair, chuckled as he walked into the dining room and grinned at Naruto, "Naruto Uzumaki! I'm Sirzechs Lucifer. It's a pleasure to meet you. Thanks for taking care of my sister for me."
Taking care of her? He did see the Rating Game, right?
"Um... It was nothing," Naruto replied, a bit of a strained grin on his face as he took credit for 'taking care' of Rias, "Nice to meet ya."
He doesn't notice what's going on, right?
Naruto glanced around the dining room in the Gremory Estate, which was huge and grand with a massive table with dozens of chairs, and at Venelana and Zeoticus in particular. Both of the older Gremorys were still a bit disheveled from the activities that had taken place only about an hour ago. Naruto, Rias, Akeno, and the two Gremorys had only taken quick showers afterwards before coming to the dining room, where Rias' brother, Sirzechs, and his wife, Grayfia, were set to arrive.
I feel a bit nervous because he's both her brother and pretty much the leader of the devils, but he doesn't seem pissed or anything. I feel a bit bad about what I did with Grayfia, but as long as he doesn't find out, I guess there's no harm done-
[Main Quest Alert!]
[Take Over the House of Gremory!]
[Part 2:]
[Claim the House of Gremory!]
[Convince Lord Gremory to hand his title over to you!]
Rewards:
[+20000 Gold]
Bonus Conditions:
Humiliate [Zeoticus Gremory]!
Bonus Rewards:
[+5000 Gold]
Time Limit: Until your trip to the Gremory Estate ends!
[Main Quest Alert!]
[Take Over the Underworld]
[Part 1:]
[Have sex with Grayfia Lucifuge in front of Sirzechs Lucifer!]
[Convince Sirzechs Lucifer to hand his title over to you!]
Rewards:
[+50000 Gold]
Bonus Conditions:
Humiliate [Sirzechs Lucifer]!
Bonus Rewards:
[+20000 Gold]
Time Limit: Until your trip to the Gremory Estate ends!
What the hell?! I just thought the game was getting easier! How am I supposed to get these two to do something that insane-
"Ah, and thank you for taking care of my wife as well," Sirzechs continued, causing Naruto to blink as he looked back at the red-haired man.
"Eh?"
"I told him," Grayfia said bluntly as she walked into the dining room behind her husband, "I didn't plan to, Naruto-sama, but he was rather... Aroused, watching what you were doing to Rias-sama during the Rating Game, and it slipped out."
Wait... So...
"He's into it?" Naruto asked dryly, looking back at Sirzechs, who just gave him a grin and a thumbs up in response.
"Oh my, you too?" Venelana giggled, looking over at Sirzechs, then back to Zeoticus, "Well, like father like son, huh?"
"Wait, you also..." Sirzechs asked Zeoticus, who blushed and gave a curt, embarrassed nod. Venelana and Rias both giggled at the embarrassed look on Zeoticus' face, and Naruto just stared at them all with a deadpan expression.
Is everyone in this damn family a cuck?
Naruto looked around at the group of nobles, who were all now looking at him with a different type of hunger. He had come here expecting a simple thank-you dinner, and maybe a bit of awkwardness over what he did during the Rating Game, but it seemed like the whole family had watched his display of dominance, and all of them wanted a piece of him.
I don't know if this is a dream or a nightmare.
"Ahem," Naruto coughed, trying to break the mood, "So... dinner?"
However, as the noblewomen in front of him all started to walk towards him with seductive smirks, and the two noble men watched with a blush, he knew it was not going to be that simple.
Akeno giggled, a low, melodic sound that was both beautiful and incredibly cruel. She moved with a fluid, predatory grace, her hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that drew the eye. "Let's stop beating around the bush, shall we? We can have a different type of dinner."
Grayfia, a vision of cool, aloof beauty, stepped forward. Her movements were crisp, efficient, a stark, terrifying contrast to the lazy, sensual grace of Akeno.
"I agree," she said, her voice a flat, emotionless monotone that was somehow even more alluring. And then, without another word, she started to strip.
Her movements were precise, almost mechanical, yet there was an undeniable eroticism to them. She unbuttoned her blouse, a single, fluid motion that revealed the perfect, pale skin of her stomach and the black lace of her bra. Her skirt followed, pooling around her ankles in a soft, rustling whisper. She stood before him in her lingerie, a perfect, statuesque goddess whose silver hair seemed to glow in the dim, romantic lighting of the dining room.
Naruto's gaze swept over the room, a slow, deliberate pan that took in the surreal, breathtaking scene. Venelana, with a triumphant, seductive smirk, was already unzipping her own dress, a single, fluid motion that made the white fabric pool around her feet. Zeoticus and Sirzechs, a pair of blushing, flustered nobles, were fumbling with their own clothes, their faces a mottled, purpling mask of shame and a desperate, overwhelming need. Rias, her face a mask of competitive fury and a desperate, overwhelming arousal, was already shrugging off her black dress, her movements a frantic, clumsy rush to catch up to her mother and Grayfia.
"Are we really doing this?" Naruto asked, his voice in a dry, incredulous tone.
Grayfia stepped up next to him, her body a cool, firm presence against his arm. Her breasts, even larger and fuller than he had remembered, pressed into him, a perfect, yielding weight that made him groan with a fresh, sharp jolt of arousal. She looked up at him, her icy blue eyes, usually so devoid of emotion, now smoldering with a raw, uninhibited lust that made his head spin.
"Fuck me," she commanded, her voice a low, husky purr that was a direct, intoxicating assault on his senses. "Fuck me so hard in front of my husband that he won't even dream of going against you. Make me yours. Show him who the real man in this family is."
Naruto simply nodded, letting out a short sigh. This was an insane situation to be in, but he had a quest to complete, and this was the only way.
He reached out, his large hands moving with a speed and a possessiveness that left her no time to react. He grabbed her ass, a rough, possessive grip that made her gasp, a sharp, sudden intake of breath that was a mix of pain and a sudden, overwhelming pleasure. Her flesh, cool and firm and perfect, was a masterpiece of athletic perfection, a clear, undeniable sign of her status as a powerful warrior and a perfect, submissive slut. He pulled her into his side, her body a perfect, yielding fit against his.
He crushed his lips against hers, a brutal, possessive kiss that was a clear, undeniable claim. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, a dominant, invading presence that she met with a desperate, hungry need. The kiss was a raw, undeniable sign of their new, twisted relationship, a declaration of war and submission all in one.
Grayfia's other hand, the one not pressed against his chest, reached down, a slow, deliberate motion that made Sirzechs flinch with a sudden, sharp panic. She shoved her hand down his pants, her small, surprisingly strong fingers wrapping around the hardened shaft of his cock. The contact was a jolt, a sudden, intimate caress that made him groan with a deep, rumbling satisfaction. She started to stroke, a slow, sensual rhythm that was a clear, undeniable sign of her experience and her desire to please him.
Across the room, Sirzechs watched, his face a mottled, purpling mask of shame and a desperate, overwhelming need. He saw the way Naruto's tongue invaded his wife's mouth, saw the possessive grip on her ass, saw the way her hand was now stroking another man's cock. The sight was a raw, primal assault on his senses. The shame was a crushing weight, a perverse, twisted thrill that made his traitorous cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need.
Akeno, a cruel, triumphant smirk on her face, watched the pathetic, whimpering Maou. She moved with a fluid, predatory grace, her hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that drew the eye. She walked up to Sirzechs.
She reached down, a slow, deliberate motion that made him flinch with a sudden, sharp panic. Her small, surprisingly strong hand clamped down on his balls, a firm, possessive grip that was both painful and incredibly arousing.
"A-ah!" Sirzechs moaned, a pathetic, whimpering sound that was a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter submission.
"I didn't think the all-powerful Maou would be such a pathetic cuck," Akeno taunted, her voice a low, venomous purr that made his blood run cold and his cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need. She squeezed his balls harder, a sharp, painful pressure that made him yelp. "I used to look up to you, you know. When I was younger, you were the symbol of Devil power. The strongest. The leader. So... masculine."
She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear, a warm, intimate caress that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "But now I see the truth. You're just like your father. Just like Riser. A weak, pathetic man who gets off on watching a real man take what's his. It's... disappointing."
Her words were a poison, a sweet, venomous taunt that seeped into the hazy, pleasure-filled fog of his mind. They were a direct, public humiliation, a reminder of his failure as a man, a husband, and a leader. But the shame, instead of breaking him, only fueled the fire of his arousal. The degradation, the public comparison to the other men who had fallen to Naruto, was a perverse, twisted thrill that made his balls ache with a desperate need for release.
She pushed down, a single, brutal motion that sent him stumbling to his knees. He looked up at her, his eyes shining with arousal and desperation.
"Now, watch," Akeno commanded, her voice a low, dominant purr that was a law he had to obey. She gestured with a dismissive wave of her hand towards the passionate embrace in the center of the room. "Watch as Naruto-sama takes your wife right in front of you. Watch as he claims the woman you swore to protect and cherish. And maybe, if you're a good little cuck and watch closely, I'll let you cum."
Her gaze then shifted, a predatory, commanding look in her eyes. She looked over at Zeoticus, who stood frozen, a statue of a man, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. His pants were already unzipped, his hard cock a clear, undeniable sign of his traitorous arousal.
"You," she commanded, a single, dismissive word that was a clear, undeniable order. "Come here."
Zeoticus flinched, a sharp, sudden intake of breath. He looked over at his wife, who was now approaching Naruto as she was also naked. The shame was a crushing weight, a hot, suffocating blanket that made him want to disappear. But the pull, the raw, primal need that was radiating from Akeno, was a force he could not resist.
He stumbled forward, a clumsy, desperate motion that made him look like a marionette with its strings cut. He knelt before her, a pathetic, whimpering mess, a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter submission.
Akeno just smirked, a cruel, triumphant look on her face. She looked down at the two pathetic, whimpering Devils, a Noble Head and a Maou, now kneeling at her feet like a pair of trained dogs. It was a masterpiece of dominance, a clear, undeniable sign of her power and her master's power.
"Good boys," she purred, her voice a low, melodic taunt that made them both flinch with a fresh wave of humiliation. "Now, you're going to watch. You're going to watch as Naruto-sama takes everything from you."
She dropped to he knees between the two kneeling men, and her hands moved with a slow, deliberate grace. Her fingers, long and elegant, wrapped around their hardened cocks, a possessive, intimate caress that made them both moan with a fresh, desperate wave of pleasure. She started to stroke, a slow, sensual rhythm that was a clear, undeniable sign of her experience and her desire to please her master by tormenting them.
Meanwhile, Naruto had turned his attention to the other two women who were now vying for his attention. He crushed his lips against Venelana's, a brutal, possessive kiss that was a clear, undeniable claim. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, a dominant, invading presence that she met with a desperate, hungry need. His other arm snaked around her waist, a possessive, intimate gesture that made her moan into his mouth, a clear, undeniable sign of her submission.
Rias, who had been denied her prize, could only watch, her face a mask of competitive fury and a desperate, overwhelming arousal. She dropped to her hands and knees, a slow, deliberate motion that was a clear, undeniable sign of her submission. She started to crawl towards him, her hips swaying in a hypnotic, erotic rhythm that was designed to draw his eye. Her huge, jiggling ass was a perfect, hypnotic sight that made Naruto's already hard cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need.
But Naruto had a better idea. He broke the kiss with Venelana, a single, brutal motion that made her whimper with a sudden, sharp loss. He stared at the three desperate, submissive women, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face. He was a king, a god, and this ruined dining room was his new throne. As Rias grabbed his pants and yanked them down, then leaned forward to suck his cock as it sprang out, he reached down and grabbed her hair roughly.
"Beg," he commanded, a single, guttural word that was a wave of irresistible authority. "Convince me who deserves this cock first. I want to hear it. I want you all to shame yourselves in front of your husbands and your family. Show me what desperate, pathetic sluts you've become."
The command was a law that their bodies had to obey. They were sluts, desperate, horny bitches who were willing to debase themselves in the most shameless way imaginable for the chance to be fucked by their new master.
Grayfia was the first to react. She dropped to the floor, her legs spread wide in a blatant, shameless invitation. She started to hump the air, her hips pistoning in a frantic, clumsy rhythm that made her massive breasts fling around stupidly, a hypnotic, erotic sight that made the watching men tremble with a fresh, desperate wave of arousal.
"Please, Naruto-sama!" she begged, her voice a raw, hoarse cry that was a complete and utter betrayal of her usual stoic demeanor. "Fuck me! Fuck me right here! Right in front of my pathetic, worthless husband! Let him see what a real cock feels like! Let him see what a real man can do! Use me! Breed me! Make me your bitch! Show him that I'm not his wife anymore! I'm your slut!"
Her words were a poison, a sweet, venomous taunt that seeped into the hazy, pleasure-filled fog of Sirzechs's mind. He watched, his eyes and his cock hard with overwhelming need, as the woman he loved, the cool, aloof Queen who was respected throughout the Underworld, now degraded herself like a common street whore.
Not to be outdone, Rias sprang into action. She stood up and turned around, presenting her perfect, round ass to him. She started to twerk, a frantic, desperate motion that made her huge, jiggling ass ripple and sway in a hypnotic, erotic display.
"Don't listen to her, Naruto-sama!" she pleaded, her voice a trembling, breathy cry that was a clear, undeniable sign of her desperation. "She's old! She's used up! I'm young! I'm tight! I can make you feel things she can't! My body... my ass... It's made for you! Fuck me! Fuck me in front of my entire family! Show them who I belong to! Show them that I'm not their precious Rias-chan anymore! I'm your whore! Your personal cumdump!"
Venelana, a look of absolute, unadulterated devotion on her face, dropped to her knees. She bowed low, pressing her lips against the top of his foot in a gesture of absolute, unwavering submission. Her ass, a perfect, massive orb, wiggled in the air, a blatant, shameless invitation that made Naruto's already hard cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need.
"I am nothing, Master," she whispered, her voice a trembling, breathy whisper that was filled with a need so intense it was almost painful. "I am a worm. A worthless bitch who is not worthy of your attention. But I beg of you... Please... choose me. Fuck me in front of my husband, in front of my children. Show them that I am no longer the Lady of the Gremory Clan. I am your bitch. Your property. Use me. Breed me. Make me carry your child, a child that will be a constant, living reminder of your absolute power over this family."
Naruto watched them, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. The sight of the three women, a mother, a daughter, and a wife, now shamelessly degrading themselves, was a potent, intoxicating drug that made the hazy, lust-filled fog in his mind grow even thicker.
He made his choice.
He placed his foot on the top of Venelana's head, a clear, undeniable declaration of his dominance. The pressure was immense, a crushing weight that made her whimper with a fresh wave of submission. He bent down, a slow, deliberate motion that made her entire body tense with a desperate, overwhelming need. He brought his hand down, a brutal, open-handed slap that landed squarely on her wiggling ass.
SMACK!
The impact was a loud, fleshy crack that echoed in the room. A sharp, stinging heat spread through her, a fire that made her gasp, a high-pitched, breathy moan that was a clear, undeniable sign of her pleasure.
Then, he grabbed her by her hips, a sudden, brutal motion that made her yelp. He yanked her into the air, a single, effortless display of impossible strength that made both Sirzechs and Zeoticus gasp with a mixture of fear and a desperate, overwhelming arousal. He held the plump milf over his cock, her body a perfect, vulnerable offering. Her legs kicked feebly, a pathetic, desperate motion that made her look like a captured fish.
With a single, brutal motion, he slammed her down.
The movement was a raw, primal invasion that made her entire body convulse. A loud, piercing scream tore from her lips, a sound that was a mix of overwhelming pleasure that was so intense it was almost religious. The tight, resistant walls of her pussy were no match for his raw, primal power. He tore through her, a brutal, unstoppable force that claimed a part of her that she had given to no one else in this way.
She was impossibly tight, a hot, velvety glove that squeezed him with a desperate, panicked strength. He could feel her walls clenching around him, a desperate, hungry grip that was a sign of her submission and a desperate, overwhelming need for more.
As Venelana moaned, Naruto wrapped his arm around her neck, yanking her back and choking her in a possessive, intimate gesture that made her gasp with a fresh jolt of pleasure. He crushed his lips against hers, a brutal, possessive kiss that was a clear, undeniable claim. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, a dominant, invading presence that she met with a desperate, hungry need.
Then, he started to walk. A slow, deliberate advance that made him look like a titan, a god of dominance striding through his domain. He towered over the kneeling Sirzechs and Zeoticus, a living, breathing monument to their complete and utter defeat. Each step was a powerful, rhythmic impact that made Venelana's body convulse on his cock, her massive, pale breasts bouncing and jiggling with each brutal movement.
As he approached, Grayfia and Rias scrambled to their feet, their movements a clumsy, desperate rush to get closer to their master. They flanked him, a pair of beautiful, desperate sluts who were vying for a piece of his attention.
"Beg," he commanded, a single, guttural word that was a wave of irresistible authority. "Keep begging, and I might choose you next."
Across the room, Akeno watched, a cruel, triumphant smirk on her face. Her hands, which had been stroking the cocks of the two kneeling Devils with a slow, sensual rhythm, started to move with a more frantic, desperate energy. Zeoticus and Sirzechs moaned, their bodies a trembling, desperate mess of frustration and a desperate, overwhelming need. The sight of Venelana being brutally fucked in mid-air, her body a boneless, whimpering mess in Naruto's powerful arms, was a raw, primal assault on their senses.
"Look at them," Akeno mocked, her voice a low, venomous purr that made them both flinch with a fresh wave of humiliation. She gestured with a dismissive wave of her hand towards the three desperate, submissive women. "These are the women you love. The women you swore to protect and cherish. The Lady of the Gremory Clan. The Heiress to the Gremory Clan. The Queen of the Underworld. And look at them now."
Her gaze swept over them, a contemptuous, dismissive glare.
"They're not noble devils anymore. They're not Ladies, or Heiresses, or Queens. Right now, they're just common sluts. A pathetic, desperate harem of whores, fighting over a cock that isn't yours. Degrading themselves for the chance to be used and thrown away. And you two... you're just watching. You're getting hard watching the women you love debase themselves for another man. You're nothing but pathetic cucks, and that's all you'll ever be. You're powerful nobles, but you're still the same as Riser was, or how Issei was. You're just stupid, worthless, cucks."
Her words were a poison, a sweet, venomous taunt that seeped into the hazy, pleasure-filled fog of their minds. They were a direct, public humiliation, a reminder of their failure as men, as husbands, and as fathers. But the shame, instead of breaking them, only fueled the fire of their arousal. The degradation, the public comparison to the other men who had fallen to Naruto, was a perverse, twisted thrill that made their balls ache with a desperate need for release.
Venelana, in Naruto's arms, was a symphony of submission. Her moans were a constant, breathy chorus of pleasure, a clear, undeniable sign of her complete and utter surrender. Her body, a perfect, pale canvas of submission, was a living, breathing testament to his power. Her eyes, wide and glazed over with a mixture of shock and a desperate, overwhelming need, were locked onto his, a worshipful gaze that was a clear, undeniable sign of her complete and utter devotion.
Grayfia and Rias, flanking him, were a desperate, competitive duo of debasement. They danced, their movements a clumsy, frantic attempt at seduction. Grayfia, the cool, aloof Queen, was now a panting, desperate slut, her massive breasts flinging around with a hypnotic, almost comical energy as she humped the air, her hips pistoning in a frantic, clumsy rhythm that was a clear, undeniable sign of her overwhelming arousal. Her pleas were a constant, breathy litany of submission, a desperate, competitive attempt to draw his attention away from the woman who was currently impaled on his cock.
Rias, her face a mask of competitive fury and a desperate, overwhelming arousal, was no better. Her twerking had become more frantic, her huge, jiggling ass a hypnotic, erotic sight that made Naruto's already hard cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need. Her pleas were a desperate, competitive attempt to one-up her mother, to prove herself as the better, more deserving slut.
Naruto watched them all, a slow, predatory smirk spreading across his face. The sight of the five powerful Devils, now reduced to a collection of desperate, submissive sluts and pathetic, whimpering cucks, was a potent, intoxicating drug that made the hazy, lust-filled fog in his mind grow even thicker.
He was a god in this room.
He tightened his grip around Venelana's neck, a single, brutal motion that made her gasp, a high-pitched, breathy moan that was a clear, undeniable sign of her pleasure. He could feel her walls clenching around him, a desperate, hungry grip that was a sign of her own impending orgasm. The combination of her tight, velvety heat, the sight of the two other desperate, competitive sluts, and the frantic, desperate stroking of the two pathetic, whimpering cucks was a sensory overload that he could no longer withstand.
"You see this?" he grunted, a low, dominant rumble that was a direct, humiliating address to the defeated men. He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust, a powerful, upward motion that made Venelana's entire body convulse with pleasure. "This is what a real woman looks like when she's being fucked by a real man. This is what your wives, your daughters, your family, are supposed to feel like. Not that you would know."
Across the room, Akeno watched, a cruel, triumphant smirk on her face. Her hand, which had been stroking Sirzechs's cock with a slow, sensual rhythm, stopped. The Maou let out a pathetic, desperate whimper, a clear, undeniable sign of his frustration and need.
"You," Akeno commanded, a single, dismissive word directed at the whimpering Devil King. "Don't move. Don't touch yourself. Just watch. And learn what a real man looks like."
She then turned her attention to the other kneeling man, a predator singling out the weaker of her prey. She moved with a fluid, predatory grace, her hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that drew the eye as she crawled over a bit. She knelt behind Zeoticus, her breasts, large and soft and perfect, pressing into his back, a warm, intimate caress that made him flinch with a sudden, sharp jolt of pleasure.
"You're pathetic," she whispered, her voice a low, venomous purr that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Her breath was a warm, intoxicating caress against his ear. "You're worthless compared to him. You're the Head of one of the most powerful clans in the Underworld, but you're nothing. You're a pathetic, whimpering cuck who gets off on watching a real man take what's his."
Her hand, the one that had been stroking his cock with a slow, sensual rhythm, started to move faster. A hard, fast, punishing rhythm that was designed to push him to the brink, to break him with pleasure. Her other hand came up to cup his balls, a firm, possessive grip that made him moan with a fresh, desperate wave of need.
"You don't deserve a woman like her," she continued, her words a poison that seeped into the hazy, pleasure-filled fog of his mind. She gestured with a dismissive wave of her hand towards Venelana, who was now a boneless, whimpering mess in Naruto's powerful arms. "You don't deserve this family. You don't deserve this power. You've just been keeping them warm for a real man. For Naruto-sama."
The combination of her skilled, relentless stroking, the firm, possessive grip on his balls, and her venomous, humiliating words was a sensory overload that he could no longer withstand. He could feel the cum churning in his balls, a pressure that was building to an explosive, uncontrollable level.
"I... I'm gonna cum..." he moaned, a pathetic, desperate whimper that was a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter submission.
And then, she stopped.
Her hand, a blur of motion just a second before, now went still. A single, brutal denial that made him cry out, a choked, sobbing sound of pure frustration. The pleasure he had been chasing was suddenly gone, leaving behind a painful, aching void that was a clear, undeniable sign of her absolute control.
"No, you're not," she scoffed, a dismissive, contemptuous sneer that made his blood run cold. "You don't get to cum. Not yet. Not until you give me what I want."
Her grip on his balls tightened, a sharp, painful pressure that made him yelp. "If you want to cum, then you need to give up everything. Your pride. Your name. Your family. Everything."
Her hand, the one that had been still, started to move again. A slow, teasing, maddening rhythm that was designed to drive him insane with need. She would stroke him slowly, bringing him to the edge, before slowing down, denying him the release he so desperately craved. Her breasts pressed harder into his back, a warm, firm prison of flesh that was a constant, intoxicating reminder of what he could never have.
"You know it's true," she whispered, her words a poison that seeped into the hazy, pleasure-filled fog of his mind. "You know he deserves her more than you do. Look at her. Look at the way she's begging for him. She's never looked at you like that. She's never begged for you like that. You've had her for centuries, and you've never made her feel like this. You've never made her feel like a real woman."
Her gaze shifted, a predatory, commanding look in her eyes. She looked up at Venelana, who was now a whimpering, boneless mess in Naruto's powerful arms, her body a living, breathing testament to his power. Naruto had slowed his pace, a deliberate, teasing motion that made her whimper with a desperate, overwhelming need.
"Please... more..." Venelana whimpered, her voice a trembling, breathy whisper that was filled with a need so intense it was almost painful. "Don't stop... please, Master... fuck me harder... break me..."
Naruto just chuckled, a low, cruel sound that made Venelana's entire body tremble with a fresh, overwhelming wave of submission. He looked down at her, a smug, triumphant smirk on his face. "Tell your husband, Venelana. Tell him what you really want. Tell him who you belong to now."
The command was a law that her pleasure-addled body had to obey. She looked over at the pathetic, whimpering form of her husband, a clear, undeniable sign of her new, twisted reality. A look of contempt, of sheer, unadulterated pity, crossed her face.
"I want him," she confessed, her words a final, crushing admission of her defeat. "I want Naruto-sama. I want to be his bitch. I want to be his whore. I want to be his property. I... I wish I could have married him instead of you, Zeoticus. I wish I had never met you. I wish my entire life had been dedicated to serving him, to pleasing him, to carrying his children!"
The words were a dagger, twisting in the wound of Zeoticus's shattered soul. He watched, his face a mask of horror and a desperate, overwhelming shame, as the woman he had loved and cherished for centuries, the mother of his children, the Lady of the Gremory Clan, now publicly declared her love and devotion for another man.
Akeno started to stroke him faster, a hard, punishing rhythm that was designed to push him over the edge.
"You heard her," she purred, her voice a low, venomous taunt that made him whimper with a fresh, desperate wave of need. "Your own wife wishes she had never met you. She wishes she had married a real man. A man like Naruto-sama."
Her grip on his balls tightened, a sharp, painful pressure that made him yelp.
"Beg him," she commanded, her voice a low, dominant purr that was a law he had to obey. "Beg Naruto-sama to take not just your wife, but your entire family. Beg him to take Rias. Beg him to take your title, your power, your name. Beg him to be the new Head of the Gremory Clan."
The command was the final, crushing blow. The shame, the humiliation, the denial, and the raw, primal need for release all combined to shatter the last of his resistance. He broke.
He fell forward, a clumsy, desperate motion that sent him crashing to the floor. He prostrated himself before Naruto, a pathetic, whimpering mess, a clear, undeniable sign of his complete and utter submission. He pressed his forehead against the cold, polished floor, a gesture of absolute, unwavering surrender.
"Please... Naruto-sama..." he begged, his voice a raw, hoarse cry that was a clear, undeniable sign of his shattered pride. "Please... take her. Take Venelana. Take Rias. Take my entire family. They're yours. They were always yours. I... I don't deserve them. I'm not worthy of them. You're the new Head of the Gremory Clan now. Not me. You. Please... take my place. Take my name. Take my power. And... and please... get my wife pregnant. Give her the child I never could. The child of a real man."
The words were a masterpiece of depravity. A public, humiliating confession that not only debased himself, but his entire family, his entire legacy. It was a final, crushing blow, a clear, undeniable declaration of his absolute, unwavering devotion to the man who had taken everything from him.
A slow, deliberate smirk spread across Naruto's face. He stood over the pathetic, whimpering form of the former Lord Gremory, a living, breathing monument to his complete and utter defeat.
"This family is mine now," he declared, a low, confident drawl that was a final, crushing declaration of his dominance. He brought his foot down, a single, brutal motion that made Zeoticus flinch with a sudden, sharp panic. The sole of his shoe came to rest on the back of his head, a crushing weight that made it hard for him to breathe, a painful, dominant display of power that made Venelana, still impaled on his cock, convulse with a mind-shattering orgasm.
The sight was the final, humiliating trigger.
"Cum for us," Akeno purred, her voice a low, sadistic whisper in his ear that was a command, a permission, and a humiliation all in one. "Cum while the man who is now the Head of your clan, the man who is impregnating your wife, steps on your head."
Her hand, which had been stroking him with a slow, teasing rhythm, now moved with a brutal, relentless energy. A hard, fast, punishing rhythm that was designed to push him over the edge, to break him with pleasure.
With a choked, sobbing moan, Zeoticus exploded.
A thick, pathetic torrent of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, painting the polished floor with a glistening, degrading mess. The release was intense, a wave of pleasure that was immediately soured by the crushing weight of Naruto's foot on his head, a painful, humiliating reminder of his complete and utter defeat.
The sight of the former Lord Gremory, a powerful, respected noble, now a prostrate, whimpering mess, cumming on the floor while being stepped on by the man who had claimed his family, was enough to send Naruto over the edge.
With a deep, guttural groan that was a raw, primal declaration of his absolute ownership, he slammed into Venelana one last time. A thick, powerful torrent of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, a forceful explosion that filled the proud, noble Lady of the Gremory Clan to the brim. It was a warm, sticky flood that made her entire body convulse with a mind-shattering orgasm. Her walls clenched around him, a desperate, hungry grip that milked him for every last drop, a perfect, submissive vise designed to draw out and claim every ounce of his seed, to fulfill the depraved fantasy she had so shamelessly begged for.
He held her there for a long moment, a triumphant god savoring his victory, before slowly, deliberately pulling out. A fresh, thick wave of his seed leaked from her used, abused pussy, a glistening river of ownership that trickled down her thighs and dripped onto the floor, a final, degrading mark of the new hierarchy in the Gremory Clan.
He lifted his foot from Zeoticus's head, a dismissive gesture that made the broken man whimper with a fresh wave of humiliation. He let go of Venelana, and she slumped to the floor in a boneless, whimpering heap, a satisfied, used-up mess next to her disgraced husband.
Naruto looked around the room, a slow, deliberate survey of his new kingdom. Venelana and Zeoticus, a pathetic, whimpering heap of submission and defeat. Sirzechs, the all-powerful Maou, still kneeling, his face a mask of shame and a desperate, unfulfilled need. Rias and Grayfia, a beautiful, desperate duo of sluts who were now looking at him with a worshipful, hungry gaze, their bodies trembling with a desperate, overwhelming need to be the next to be claimed.
Akeno, a sadistic, triumphant smirk on her face, stood over the two broken men, a queen surveying her defeated subjects.
His gaze settled on Grayfia. The cold, aloof wife of Sirzechs.
He was on her in an instant, a blur of motion that was too fast for her to react. He grabbed her, his large hands moving with a speed and a possessiveness that left her no room for protest. One hand clamped down on the perfect, pale globe of her ass, a rough, possessive grip that made her gasp, a sharp, sudden intake of breath that was a mix of pain and a sudden, overwhelming pleasure. The flesh was cool and firm and athletic, a perfect, toned masterpiece that was a clear, undeniable sign of her power, a power that was now his to claim.
He pulled her into him, her body a perfect, yielding fit against his. He crushed his lips against hers, a brutal, possessive kiss that was a clear, undeniable claim. His tongue forced its way into her mouth, a dominant, invading presence that she met with a desperate, hungry need. The kiss was a raw, undeniable sign of their new, twisted relationship, a declaration of war and submission all in one.
Then, with a single, brutal motion, he bent her over the massive, ornate dining table. Her breasts, massive and perfect, were crushed against the polished wood, a firm, yielding pressure that made her moan with a fresh jolt of pleasure. Her perfect, round ass was raised high in the air, a perfect, vulnerable target.
He positioned himself behind her, the glistening, swollen head of his cock poised at her entrance. He didn't wait. He didn't tease. With a single, brutal thrust, he impaled her.
He slammed into her, a raw, primal invasion that made her entire body convulse. The tight, resistant walls of her pussy were no match for his raw, primal power. He tore through her, a brutal, unstoppable force that claimed a part of her that she had given to no one else in this way.
Her ass, a perfect, athletic masterpiece, jiggled and rippled with each powerful, flesh-slapping impact. The sound was a loud, obscene percussion in the room, a wet, fleshy slap that echoed over the sounds of the defeated men's whimpers.
He started to move, a brutal, relentless rhythm that was designed to break her, to mold her into the perfect, submissive fucktoy he wanted her to be. Each thrust was a powerful, flesh-slapping impact that made her perfect, round ass jiggle and ripple, a hypnotic, erotic sight that made his cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of arousal.
He looked over at the two desperate, competitive sluts who were now looking at him with a worshipful, hungry gaze. He then glanced at the pathetic, whimpering form of the Maou, who was still on his knees, his face a mask of shame and a desperate, unfulfilled need.
"You two," he commanded, a low, dominant rumble that made their entire bodies tremble with a fresh, overwhelming wave of submission. "Rias. Akeno. Make him give up everything. His title and his wife. Convince him that I deserve it more. Once he does... I'll fuck you both. I'll fill you both with my cum."
The command was a wave of irresistible authority. Rias and Akeno scrambled to obey. They moved with a fluid, predatory grace, a pair of beautiful, desperate sluts who were now vying for a piece of their master's attention. They flanked the kneeling Sirzechs.
They knelt on each side of him, their breasts, large and soft and perfect, pressing into him, a warm, firm prison of flesh that made him moan with a fresh, desperate wave of pleasure.
"You know, Sirzechs-sama," Akeno purred, her voice a low, venomous taunt that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Her breath was a warm, intoxicating caress against his ear. "I used to admire you. When I was younger, you were so cool. But now... You look so weak."
Her hand snaked downwards. Her fingers, long and elegant, wrapped around the hardened shaft of his cock, a possessive, intimate caress that made him moan with a fresh, desperate wave of pleasure. She started to stroke, a slow, sensual rhythm that was designed to push him to the brink, to break him with pleasure.
Rias, her face a mask of competitive fury and a desperate, overwhelming arousal, was not to be outdone. She leaned in, her own breasts, perky and full, pressing into his other arm.
"She's right, you know," she whispered, her voice a trembling, breathy tease that was a clear, undeniable sign of her desperation. "You've always looked at my ass, haven't you? I've seen the way you stare. You want this, don't you?"
She arched her back, a slow, deliberate motion that made her perfect, round ass jut out, a perfect, hypnotic temptation that made him groan with a fresh, desperate wave of need. Her hips swayed in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that was designed to draw his eye, to break his will.
"Be a good boy," she continued, her words a poison that seeped into the hazy, pleasure-filled fog of his mind. "Give Naruto-sama what he wants. Give him your wife. Give him your title. If you do... I'll sit on you. I'll let you feel this ass, the one you've been staring at for so long."
The combination of Akeno's skilled, relentless stroking and Rias's depraved, competitive promises was a sensory overload that he could no longer withstand. He was trapped, a pathetic, desperate animal caught in a cruel, inescapable trap of pleasure and shame.
Naruto watched the pathetic, whimpering Maou with a triumphant smirk on his face. He could see the conflict in Sirzechs's eyes, the desperate struggle between his pride and the overwhelming, primal need that was consuming him. He decided it was time to apply the final, crushing pressure.
His hand came down, a brutal, open-handed slap that landed squarely on Grayfia's upturned, jiggling ass.
SMACK!
The impact was a loud, fleshy crack that echoed in the room, a wet, obscene percussion that cut through the haze of lust and submission. Grayfia let out a sharp, surprised gasp that melted into a low, guttural moan. The pain was a jolt, a sudden, stinging fire that spread through her entire body. Her hips jerked forward, a sudden, involuntary motion that made her whimper with a fresh, jolt of pleasure.
"Convince him," Naruto growled, a low, dominant rumble that was a direct, commanding order to the woman he was currently claiming. He punctuated his words with another brutal thrust, a powerful, upward motion that made her entire body convulse with pleasure. "Convince your pathetic excuse for a husband to give me everything if you want me to fill you up with my cum. If you want me to breed you in front of him."
The command was a law that her pleasure-addled body had to obey. Grayfia, the cool, aloof Queen of the Underworld, now transformed into a desperate, competitive slut, moved with a newfound, frantic energy. With a strength that defied her boneless, whimpering state, she pushed herself up from the table, a single, fluid motion that made Naruto grunt with surprise.
Her arms reached back, a desperate, clumsy motion that made her look like she was trying to hug herself. Naruto, a look of cruel, triumphant understanding on his face, caught her wrists. He pulled them back, a single, brutal motion that made her flop forward, her upper body a limp, desperate offering.
She landed on top of Sirzechs, a soft, fleshy impact that made him gasp, a choked, sobbing sound of pure shock. Her massive, perfect breasts, the breasts of the woman he loved, now smothered him, a warm, firm prison of flesh that cut off his breath and filled his senses with her scent. Her face was pressed against his, her cool, pale skin a stark, intimate contrast to his flushed, mottled complexion.
The new position only drove Naruto deeper into her, a fresh, brutal invasion that made her entire body convulse with a mind-shattering orgasm. A loud, piercing scream tore from her lips, a raw, desperate cry of pleasure and a sudden, overwhelming need to obey.
"Please, Sirzechs..." she begged, her voice a trembling, breathy whisper that was a direct, venomous taunt in his ear. Her breath was a warm, intoxicating caress that made him shudder with a fresh wave of humiliation. "Listen to me. Give him everything. Give him... me. Give him your title. Your power. Your name."
She shifted her weight, a slow, deliberate motion that made her breasts press harder into him, a crushing, suffocating pressure that was a clear, undeniable sign of her new allegiance. Her hips swayed in a slow, hypnotic rhythm, a motion that was timed with Naruto's brutal, relentless thrusts.
"He deserves it more than you do," she continued, her words a final, crushing confession of her defeat. "You know it's true. Deep down, you've always known. You've always been a cuck. A pathetic, weak man hiding behind a title you don't deserve. Naruto-sama... he's a real man. He's the one who should be Maou. He's the one who should be my husband. I... I wish I had married him instead of you. I wish I had been carrying his child instead of yours."
Her words were a dagger, twisting in the wound of Sirzechs's shattered soul. He was suffocating, drowning in the flesh of the woman he loved, her words a poison that was seeping into every pore of his being.
And then, she delivered the final, humiliating blow.
With a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted her leg. Her foot, small and elegant and perfect, came down, a single, brutal motion that made him yelp with a sudden, sharp pain. The sole of her foot came to rest on the hardened shaft of his cock, a crushing weight that was a painful, dominant display of power that made his entire body convulse with a mixture of blinding pain and a desperate, overwhelming need. She started to rub, a slow, maddening rhythm that was designed to drive him insane with need, a painful, pleasurable friction that was a clear, undeniable sign of her absolute control over him.
Naruto, watching the scene, a look of pure, triumphant satisfaction on his face, decided to add to the degradation. He reached forward, his large hand moving with a speed and a possessiveness that left her no time to react. He grabbed a fistful of her silver hair, a rough, possessive grip that made her whimper with a fresh jolt of pleasure. He yanked her head back, a single, brutal motion that made her entire body arch, a perfect, delicate curve that pushed her massive breasts even harder against her husband's face. He crushed his lips against hers, a brutal, possessive kiss that was a clear, undeniable claim.
Rias, a triumphant, cruel smirk on her face, saw her chance. She moved, a fluid, predatory grace that was a stark, terrifying contrast to her usual clumsy desperation. She crawled behind the prostrate Maou, her hips swaying in a slow, hypnotic rhythm that drew the eye. She positioned herself over him, her massive, round ass hovering directly above his head, which was still stuffed into Grayfia's tits.
"We both know what a pervert you are," she whispered, her voice a low, teasing purr that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. "I've always seen the way you look at me. The way your eyes linger on my ass when you think no one is watching. Give everything to Naruto-sama, and you can have it."
She lowered herself, a slow, deliberate motion that made him gasp, a choked, sobbing sound of pure shock. Her massive, round ass came down, a soft, fleshy impact that made his entire world go dark. He was trapped, a pathetic, desperate animal caught in a warm, suffocating prison of flesh. The pressure was immense, a crushing weight that made it hard for him to breathe, a painful, dominant display of power that made his traitorous cock throb with a fresh, desperate wave of need.
The combination of the suffocating pressure of Rias's ass, the maddening, painful friction of Grayfia's foot, the sight of Naruto's brutal, relentless fucking of his wife, and the venomous, humiliating promises of the two women was a sensory overload that shattered the last of Sirzechs's self-control. He broke.
His words, a muffled, pathetic whimper that was barely audible through the fleshy prison that was smothering him, were a final, crushing admission of his defeat. "Please... Naruto-sama... take her... take my title... take everything... I'm... I'm just a cuck... please... take my place... breed my wife..."
The sound was the trigger. Akeno, a cruel, triumphant smirk on her face, started to stroke him with a brutal, relentless energy. Her hand, a blur of motion, a hard, fast, punishing rhythm that was designed to break him with pleasure.
With a choked moan, Sirzechs exploded.
A thick, pathetic torrent of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, painting the polished floor with a glistening, degrading mess. The release was intense, a wave of pleasure that was immediately soured by the crushing weight of Rias's ass on his head, a painful, humiliating reminder of his complete and utter defeat.
The sight of the all-powerful Maou, a pathetic, whimpering mess, cumming on the floor while being smothered by Rias' ass, was the final burst of pleasure that Naruto needed.
With a deep, guttural groan that was a raw, primal declaration of his absolute ownership, he slammed into Grayfia one last time. A thick, powerful torrent of cum erupted from the tip of his cock, a forceful explosion that filled the cool, aloof Queen of the Underworld to the brim. It was a warm, sticky flood that made her entire body convulse with a mind-shattering orgasm. Her walls clenched around him, a desperate, hungry grip that milked him for every last drop, a perfect, submissive vise designed to draw out and claim every ounce of his seed, to fulfill the depraved fantasy she had so shamelessly begged for.
He held her there for a long moment, a triumphant god savoring his victory, before slowly, deliberately pulling out. A fresh, thick wave of his seed leaked from her used, abused pussy, a glistening river of ownership that trickled down her thighs and dripped onto the back of the defeated Maou, a final, degrading mark of the new hierarchy in the Underworld.
Naruto stepped back, breathing slightly heavily as he glanced over the two submitted men, and chuckled.
So... did I just become the ruler of the Underworld?
As a quest completion notification appeared to his side, Naruto's thoughts were confirmed.
This game is way too easy now!
Chapter End
Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed. There are 5 more chapters posted on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar