DxD: The Tale of Blood

A large Magical Circle with the ever-revolving and bleeding triquetra appeared inside the Entrance Hall of the Vapula Castle.

And the next instant, three figures appeared in sight.

The guards, as soon as they saw the Darcaedes Prince, immediately went to their knees and greeted him.

Seconds later, the old Steward of the Vapula Family appeared before them and deeply bowed his head.

"Welcome to the Lion's Fort, Prince. I am Azlan Vapula, the Steward of the Vapula Clan."

"Good morning, Azlan. I am here to see Misla. Is she home?"

"Yes, My Lord. The Heiress is in her chambers. Shall I call her?"

"No, take us to see her."

"Yes."

Compared to his Palace, and most Palaces and Castles in the Devildom, the Vapula Castle was a little shabby. Made out of stone, in only one colour, it was a lot like a grand den of Lions, and all three of them were visiting this place for the first time, so, they were quite intrigued by it.

Cleria and Aradia curiously looked around, saw the soldiers training in the courtyards, and then climbed up one is the Towers until they arrived inside a small private hall.

Azlan did not step inside when the maids opened it. He was not allowed to enter, but Raizel was, and he entered together with the two ladies behind him.

He did not ask the maids to inform Misla about his arrival. Instead, he walked to the door of her solar and knocked on it once, twice, and then opened it to enter.

Misla, who was sitting at the breakfast table with a young lady, seemingly in her early twenties, with beautiful cherry blossom hair, immediately stood up when she saw him and bowed to him.

"My Lord."

"Misla," He smiled at her and then curiously looked at the girl with a pair of horns on her head.

"Roygun Belphegor, my Prince." The girl bowed to him. "I am Lady Misla's Queen."

Belphegor, one of the Extra Devil Houses that branched out of the Asmodeus Clan, and chose to stay neutral during the Civil War.

He surprisedly raised his brow at her, and then curiously looked at his Mistress.

"She was exiled from her Clan after the King Piece scandal. Her Peerage has been disbanded, and since she needed a place to belong to, I offered her to become part of my Peerage."

"I see." He nodded and then walked over to the Belphegor, who was curiously looking at him. "Your Strength had fallen to the level of a High-Class Devil." He pinched her chin and said, looking into her yellow eyes. "It will take you several years before you can enter the Ultimate Class again. Your potential has also been harmed because of the use of King Piece. Now, you might never enter the Empyrean Class. Such a shame..."

Roygun sadly lowered her head, cursed the Great King Faction in her heart, but cursed herself as well for being greedy and searching for shortcuts.

Before she could react, she found herself in his clutches, her back pressed against his front, and then she felt his fangs sink into her neck.

She screamed in panic, but soon all strength left her as her mind became dazed.

All the memories of her life flashed through her mind, were witnessed by him, and coldness crept in.

She felt like she would die now, and somehow, after she accepted her fate, she found herself at peace...

Suddenly, the raw Demonic Power raged through her veins, bringing some clarity to her mind, and then an exhilarating feeling washed over her senses.

A sweet moan left her mouth as she felt herself growing wet between her thighs, and she squirmed in her arms as she got high on the intoxicating power.

This was not like the high of the Power that the King Piece provided her, no, it was different, natural, and this power belonged to her.

She moaned again as she experienced an orgasm, and her voice caused Misla's ears to turn red.

Raizel let go of her after a few minutes, helped her sit down on the chair, and then licked her blood from his lips.

"Now you are fine." He playfully said, and when his eyes met the gaze of his Mistress, he found her smiling at him.

"Thank you, Raizel." She sincerely said, knowing well that he helped Roygun only because she was her Queen.

"You are welcome." He said as he approached her, pulled her chin up and stared into her purple eyes. "Take off your clothes." He ordered her.

Though shy, Misla did as he asked. She was his Mistress, and it was her duty to warm his bed when he wanted her.

She slowly took off her clothes under his eyes, which roamed all over her skin.

Not minding her nakedness, she stepped forward and helped him undress as well, and did not shy her eyes away as she appreciated every inch of him.

Her breath hitched a little when she saw how perfect he was, and clearly more well-endowed than her former spouse.

Raizel pulled her chin up again, stepped closer to her, where she could sense his body heat oozing out of him, and then he leaned in.

They kissed each other, relishing the taste, and soon the warmth of their skins.

When he heard her moan in his mouth, Raizel picked her up in his arms and climbed on her bed.

He threw her under him, locked his hands with hers, and when she invitingly opened her legs wide, he pushed himself inside of her, not bothering with any foreplay, enjoying her expressions that were filled with both discomfort and fulfilment.

Misla panted when she felt herself filled to the brim, stretched around his manhood, and panted at how perfect it felt.

"Move..." She pleaded and greedily kissed him again, and moaned in his mouth when he started moving inside her.

His gentleness warmed her heart, and his hard thrusts made her feel desired.

She loved how he grunted in her mouth, and when he picked up the pace, she loudly moaned, not caring about the fact that someone was watching them make love.

The Vapula forgot how many times he made her come, pushed her off the peak of ecstasy, and when he warmed up her womb and inseminated her, she hoped that the seed would take root.

They brightly smiled at each other as they caught their breaths, shared a sweet kiss, and then just stared into each other's eyes.

Misla gently combed his hair with her fingers, but then clutched the back of his head and pulled him down again, sealing his mouth.

Getting the cue, Raizel moved inside of her again, snaked his arm under her waist and switched their positions, allowing her to straddle his lap.

She wantonly swayed her hips, building up another orgasm, and she loved how his hands roamed all over her skin, clawed it, squeezed it, and contorted it.

In the agitation of her impending orgasm, she bit his shoulder, and he painfully grabbed her ass and moved her up and down his length.

She winced a little as her cervix grew sore with all the hammering, but she gratifyingly moaned when her body shuddered again.

Raizel grunted at the vice grip of her insides, threatening to milk him dry, but he persevered and kept forcibly moving inside of her, making her grow crazier.

She scratched his back like the Lioness she was and screamed when he filled her womb again with his essence.

"You are beautiful..." He whispered against her lips, staring into her eyes, and her lips trembled before they started planting soft kisses all over his face.

"Ahhh!!" A loud moan grabbed their attention, and when they looked in its direction, they found Roygun with her fingers inside her snatch, shaking in the aftermath of her own orgasm.

Misla blushed a little at the sight, and then something clicked in her mind and a devious grin crept on her face.

"Roygun, come here..." She ordered her Queen, who shakily stood up and looked at the two with a blurred gaze.

It was so clear what she desired the most at the moment.

"Do you want him?" Misla whispered like the Devil she was, and the girl subconsciously nodded her head. "Then take off your clothes."

As soon as her words fell, Roygun immediately worked herself out of the confines of her clothes, and Heiress Vapula slowly separated from him, letting his manhood plop out of her.

She stood on her knees and offered her hand to her queen, who took it and climbed into the bed.

Misla shared a peck with her Queen, grinned at her, and then guided her to take a position.

Soon, Roygun was on her knees, leaning forward, holding the headboard, and her plump ass was in full view of Raizel, who had a clear view of her snatch glistening with her love juices.

He grinned at the sight and got between her legs, rubbed his member along the length of her slit, and then he settled on her opening, gently pushing inside of her.

Inch by inch, he pushed himself in, not even stopping to let her catch her breath when he tore her hymen. Seconds later, he had pushed himself as far as he could, in her snatch that was painfully tight, pressing against her cervix, and the Belphegor's expressions were both contorted in pain and bliss.

Misla stared in fascination as she watched her husband start moving, his manhood soon getting painted in the virgin blood and glistening with the love juices.

Her hands reached for her snatch on their own as she watched him start pounding Roygun's insides, and the moans that her Queen leaked were the most blissful music that she had ever heard.

However, seeing that his attention was not on her, her heart felt sour as she grew a little jealous. She wanted to pull her man out of her Queen and take him inside of her again, but she bore this ache.

Raizel kept grunting as he ravaged the girl under him, hands painfully clawing her waist, but Roygun never complained at how rough he was with her.

If anything, her wanton moans indicated that she loved it, and this ignited a sadistic flame inside of him.

He inseminated her, grunted in anger, and then slowly pulled himself out of her.

As soon as he was out, Misla pounced on him, overwhelmed by her emotions, seemingly mad at him, and he wrestled with her before roughly flipping her on her front and entering her from behind.

"Ahn~"

He was not gentle with her at all, but she did not seem to mind it.

This time, he ravaged her, and he ravaged her harder than he had done with Roygun.

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The three of them entered a fray that lasted for hours to come, and when they finally calmed down, wrapped in each other's arms, their bodies were bruised, and in Raizel's case, scratched all over.

Their nails really stung a lot, but he did not mind this sting and did not mind the marks either as he knew they would fade away in a few hours.

Outside, in the Private Hall, Cleria and Aradia awkwardly sat on the sofa, still waiting for him to come out.

They did not know what was going on inside the room, but they had their guesses after the maid informed them that the door was locked.

What could he possibly be doing behind the door with his Mistress? The answer was clear to the two.