The Occult Research Club room was quiet that afternoon, the late sun filtering through the tall windows in lazy golden bars. Asia Argento sat on the edge of the velvet couch, hands folded in her lap, her blonde hair catching the light like a halo. She looked every inch the gentle former nun she had once been—soft green eyes, delicate features, the faint scent of incense that still clung to her even after her reincarnation as a devil.
Issei was sprawled in his usual chair, scrolling through his phone with a goofy grin, occasionally glancing up to throw her a wink. "You okay, Asia? You've been kinda quiet today."
She forced a smile, the kind that had always worked on him. "I'm fine, Issei-senpai. Just… thinking about some old church matters. Nothing important."
He bought it, of course. Issei always bought it. He reached over and ruffled her hair, the casual affection making her chest ache with something sharp and sweet. "If you ever need to talk, I'm here, okay? You're my cute little bishop, after all."
Asia nodded, swallowing the lump in her throat. If only he knew.
Two days earlier, a sealed envelope had appeared in her locker at Kuoh Academy. Inside was a single photograph: Rias, Akeno, Koneko, Xenovia—all of them, captured mid-mission, surrounded by a circle of holy wards that would have incinerated any devil on contact. The note attached was short and written in precise, clerical handwriting.
Sister Argento, Your friends walk a dangerous path. The Church has not forgotten the fallen. Come alone to the old chapel after classes. Refuse, and the next photograph will be their ashes. —Father Elias Valenti
Father Elias Valenti. Xenovia's former mentor in the Vatican, a man whose name still made the blue-haired swordswoman go quiet with old anger. Asia had heard the stories—how he had tried to "purify" Xenovia when her faith wavered, how he believed devils were an abomination that could only be redeemed through utter domination or destruction.
Asia had gone. Of course she had.
The chapel on the edge of campus had been abandoned for years, its stained-glass windows cracked, pews coated in dust. Only one man waited in the shadowed nave, tall and severe in black clerical robes, silver hair swept back from a hawkish face. His eyes were the cold gray of winter steel.
"You came," he said, voice smooth as oiled silk. "Good girl."
Asia's heart hammered. "Please… whatever you want, just leave my friends alone."
Elias smiled. It wasn't kind. "What I want is simple, Sister. Your submission. Your body. Your soul, if I can wrench it free." He stepped closer, the scent of frankincense and something darker clinging to him. "One night a week. You come here. You let me use you however I wish. And your little devil family remains untouched."
Asia's knees nearly buckled. "I… I can't. I belong to Issei—"
"Issei Hyoudou?" Elias laughed softly. "That perverted child? He can't even control his own Sacred Gear properly. He certainly can't satisfy a woman's deeper needs." His fingers brushed her cheek, cool and possessive. "Say yes, Asia. Or I send the wards tomorrow."
She had whispered yes.
And now it was Friday evening, the appointed hour.
Asia slipped out of the clubroom with another murmured excuse—something about needing to pray. Issei waved her off cheerfully, already distracted by a text from Matsuda. He didn't notice the tremor in her hands.
The chapel doors creaked as she pushed them open. Candles had been lit along the altar rail, casting flickering gold over the cracked marble. Elias waited in the center aisle, robes unbuttoned at the throat, a silver crucifix glinting against his pale skin.
"On time," he approved. "Strip."
Asia's breath hitched. "F-Father, please… can't we talk about—"
"No." He stepped forward, towering over her petite frame. "You agreed to submission. That means no questions. No hesitation." His hand tangled in her blonde hair, yanking her head back sharply. "Strip, whore."
The word hit her like a slap. Heat flooded her cheeks—and, shamefully, between her thighs. Trembling, she reached for the buttons of her school blouse. One by one, they popped open, revealing the lacy white bra beneath. Her skirt followed, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of her shoes, socks, panties last—standing naked in the cold chapel air, goosebumps racing over her pale skin, pink nipples already stiff.
Elias circled her slowly, like a predator savoring prey. "Still so pure-looking," he murmured. "Those big innocent eyes. That tiny waist. And these—" His palm cupped one small breast, thumb flicking the nipple hard enough to make her gasp. "—perfect little tits. Made for sin."
Asia whimpered, trying to cover herself. He caught her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one hand. "No hiding. You're mine tonight."
He marched her forward until her hips bumped the edge of the altar. The marble was icy against her bare skin. Elias pressed between her shoulder blades, bending her over the sacred surface. Her cheek rested on cool stone; her ass lifted high, exposed.
"Look at that pretty pink pussy," he said, voice thick with lust. Fingers traced her slit, finding her already slick. "Soaking wet. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind still clings to that boy."
"N-no… ah!" She jolted as he slapped her ass—hard. The crack echoed through the empty chapel.
"Liar." Another slap, harder. Her flesh jiggled, blooming red. "Say it. Say you're wet for a real man's cock."
Asia's voice cracked. "I… I'm wet… for a real man's cock…"
"Good girl."
She heard the rustle of fabric, the metallic clink of his belt. Then the blunt, hot weight of his erection sliding along her folds. He was thick—thicker than Issei, longer, the flared head already leaking precum that smeared over her clit.
"Beg."
"Please…" The word slipped out brokenly.
"Please what?"
"Please fuck me, Father Elias…"
He drove in with one brutal thrust.
Asia screamed, the sound raw and echoing off vaulted ceilings. He stretched her impossibly wide, bottoming out against her cervix in a single stroke. Her walls clenched around the invasion, fluttering helplessly.
"Fuuuck," Elias groaned. "So goddamn tight. Like a virgin all over again." He pulled back slowly, letting her feel every ridge and vein, then slammed home again. The altar rocked beneath them.
"Ahhn! T-too big—!" Asia's fingers scrabbled for purchase on the marble.
"You'll take it." He set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, balls slapping her clit with wet smacks. "You'll take every inch like the repentant slut you are."
Her body betrayed her almost instantly. Pleasure coiled hot and low in her belly, building with each merciless thrust. She tried to bite back the moans—failed miserably.
"Nnnh! Ah! Ah! Father—oh God—!"
"That's right. Call me God while I ruin this holy cunt."
He gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, angling deeper. The head of his cock battered her g-spot relentlessly. Asia's eyes rolled back, tongue lolling as the first orgasm crashed over her without warning.
"Aaaah~♡! C-cumming—cumming on your cock—!" Her pussy spasmed, gushing around him, juices dripping down her thighs.
Elias didn't slow. If anything, he fucked her harder through it, forcing her sensitive walls to milk him. "Greedy little whore. Already squirting on a priest's dick."
Asia's mind fractured into sparkling pieces. All that existed was the thick shaft splitting her open, the drag against her fluttering insides, the obscene wet sounds filling the chapel.
He yanked her upright suddenly, spinning her to face him. Her legs wobbled; he lifted her easily, impaling her again as he sat on the altar steps. Asia straddled him, small breasts bouncing with each downward thrust she was forced to take.
"Look at me," he commanded.
She did—tears streaking her flushed cheeks, mouth open in a perfect ahegao, tongue out, eyes crossed and unfocused. Drool slipped from the corner of her lips.
"Perfect," he growled. "This is your true face. Not the sweet little bishop. A brain-broken cockslave."
He latched onto one nipple, sucking hard while pinching the other. Asia wailed, grinding down instinctively, chasing more friction on her swollen clit.
"More—please—harder—!"
"Beg properly."
"Please, Father! Fuck your worthless devil slut harder! Break my pussy—make it yours—!"
He obliged, bouncing her roughly on his lap. The new angle let him grind against her cervix with every stroke. Asia's second climax hit like a thunderclap.
"Hnnngh~♡♡! Ooooh fuuuck—cumming again—cumming so hard—!" Her entire body seized, pussy clamping down in rhythmic pulses.
Elias snarled, burying himself to the root. "Take my seed, whore."
The first jet of cum painted her insides white-hot. Then another, and another—thick ropes flooding her womb until she felt bloated, overflowing. He held her down, forcing her to accept every drop.
Asia's voice broke into high, keening cries. "Ahhn~! So hot—filling me up—breeding me—♡!"
When he finally pulled out, a gush of semen followed, splattering the chapel floor in pearly ropes. Asia collapsed forward against his chest, panting, body twitching with aftershocks.
But he wasn't finished.
"On your knees."
She slid down obediently, legs shaking. His cock—still half-hard, glistening with their mixed fluids—bobbed in front of her face.
"Clean it."
Asia's tongue darted out hesitantly, tasting the salty mix of cum and her own juices. The flavor made her shudder—but she didn't stop. She licked along the shaft, swirling around the head, sucking gently until he hardened fully again.
"Good girl," Elias murmured, threading fingers through her hair. "Now open wide."
He fed himself into her mouth slowly, letting her adjust to the girth. Asia gagged when he hit the back of her throat, tears spilling anew, but he didn't pull back. Instead he rocked forward, shallow thrusts that stretched her jaw.
"Mmmph—glk—!" Saliva dripped down her chin as he used her mouth like a toy.
"Look up at me while you choke on holy cock."
She did, green eyes glassy and adoring despite herself. The humiliation burned—but so did the arousal pooling between her legs again.
Elias fucked her face faster, balls slapping her chin. "Going to paint that pretty throat next."
Asia could only whimper around him, hollowing her cheeks, sucking eagerly now.
With a guttural groan he came again, flooding her mouth until it overflowed, cum dribbling down her chin onto her breasts. She swallowed what she could, coughing, the taste thick and bitter on her tongue.
He pulled out, smearing the last streaks across her cheek like war paint.
"Beautiful," he said softly. "A proper cum-slut."
Asia knelt there, trembling, body aching and satisfied in ways she didn't want to examine.
Elias tucked himself away, adjusting his robes as if nothing had happened. "Same time next week. And Asia—" He cupped her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes. "—if you tell anyone, if you disobey even once, your precious Issei will be the first to burn."
She nodded mutely.
He left her there on the chapel floor, naked and leaking his seed, candlelight flickering over her ruined innocence.
Asia stayed until the candles guttered out, tears drying on her cheeks. Eventually she dressed, wincing at the soreness between her legs, the sticky mess cooling in her panties.
When she slipped back into the Hyoudou residence hours later, Issei was in the living room watching TV. He looked up with his usual bright grin.
"Hey, Asia! You were gone a while. Everything okay?"
She managed a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yes, Issei-senpai. Just… needed some time alone."
He patted the couch beside him. "Come sit. I saved you some pudding."
Asia curled up next to him, letting his arm drape over her shoulders. He smelled like home—warm, familiar, safe.
Inside, Elias's cum still coated her walls.
She rested her head on Issei's shoulder and closed her eyes, guilt and forbidden satisfaction twisting together in her chest.
Next Friday couldn't come soon enough.