Fun In Highschool DxD World

While Izashi was engaged in his intense encounter with Venelana and Grayfia in his private chambers, the rest of the Gremory household was navigating the aftermath of the recent tumultuous events. Rias, Akeno, and Kuroka, though absent from Izashi's explicit activities, were very much present within the sprawling mansion, their own experiences and thoughts swirling amidst the echoes of the day's battles. They were aware of Izashi's activities to some extent, the mansion's very walls seeming to hum with a subtle energy that spoke of his potent presence. However, they chose to give him his space, knowing he needed time to process the intense events that had transpired.

Meanwhile, a separate narrative unfolded on the third floor. Xenovia and Irina, now reincarnated devils, found themselves sharing a room. The circumstances of their new lives weighed heavily on their minds, a mix of apprehension and curiosity coloring their conversation. The five holy swords, salvaged from the battlefield, lay before them, a stark reminder of their former lives as devout servants of the Church.

"These… they're in worse shape than I thought," Xenovia remarked, her blue eyes scanning the damaged blades. Scratches marred the once pristine surfaces, and in some places, the metal was chipped and dull.

Irina knelt beside her, her own expression mirroring Xenovia's concern. "Indeed. It's as if they absorbed the brunt of the battle's energy. But…" she trailed off, a flicker of hope in her voice, "I sense a faint pulse within them. A self-healing property, perhaps?"

Xenovia nodded slowly. "It seems so. As long as they aren't completely shattered, they possess the ability to mend themselves. Though," she added with a slight frown, "I suspect they require holy energy to do so."

The two former exorcists had already taken the initiative to begin the repair process before their meeting with Izashi outside Kuoh Academy. Despite their transformation into devils, they discovered they could still channel their magical energies to aid in the swords' restoration. It was a surprising revelation, a testament to the deep bond they shared with their weapons.

"It's strange, isn't it?" Irina mused, running a finger along the blade of Durandal. "Even without our holy element, we can still wield them. It's as if… as if they still recognize us."

"Perhaps," Xenovia replied, "with God's demise, the rules governing holy weapons have become… less rigid. And considering these swords chose us as their wielders…"

"It makes sense," Irina interjected, "that they wouldn't simply reject us because of our new forms. Although," she paused, a thoughtful expression on her face, "Izashi-san seemed to be in pain when he held the fused Excalibur."

Xenovia nodded. "That's different. He's a pure-blooded devil, not a reincarnated one like us or Kiba. The holy energy of Excalibur clashed directly with his demonic power. It's a fundamental incompatibility."

Their conversation shifted to Izashi's interactions with Michael. The sight of the Archangel conversing with Izashi with a hint of respect had been a significant factor in their decision to accept their reincarnation.

"Did you see how Lord Michael spoke to him?" Irina exclaimed, her eyes wide with surprise. "There was… respect in his voice. It was truly unexpected."

"It was," Xenovia agreed. "If even the Son of God holds Izashi-san in such regard, then perhaps this path isn't as… bleak as we initially feared."

"Besides," Irina added, a touch of self-reflection in her voice, "if we're honest with ourselves, the previous incident with Izashi-san… it was partly our fault. We were arrogant, trying to issue commands on his territory. We should have known better."

Both women wore the same outfits they had worn during the battle, a testament to the whirlwind of events that had transpired. They continued to discuss their situation, the uncertainty of their future mingling with a growing sense of acceptance. They knew their lives had irrevocably changed, but they also held a nascent hope that they could find their place within this new reality.

The atmosphere in their room was a stark contrast to the passionate scene unfolding elsewhere in the mansion. The quiet contemplation of two newly reborn devils stood in sharp relief against the raw, unrestrained desire that consumed Izashi in his private quarters. The mansion held within its walls a multitude of stories, each unfolding in its own time and space, interconnected yet distinct.

The afternoon sun streamed through the mansion's windows, casting long shadows across the ornate hallways. After a restful sleep, Izashi stirred, a sense of pleasant languor washing over him. He stretched, his muscles loosening, a faint smile playing on his lips as he recalled the previous night's… activities. He rose from his bed, a predatory gleam in his eyes. He knew exactly where he wanted to be.

Without hesitation, he left his room and made his way towards Rias's chambers. He could practically feel the anticipation radiating from within. As he approached the door, he could hear the faint murmur of voices, confirming his suspicions. He didn't bother knocking; he simply opened the door and stepped inside.

The scene that greeted him was exactly as he had envisioned. Rias reclined on her bed, a silken sheet draped loosely over her lower body. Akeno sat beside her, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders, while Kuroka lounged near the foot of the bed, her cat-like eyes fixed on Izashi as he entered.

Izashi's presence immediately electrified the atmosphere. Rias's eyes widened slightly, a delicate blush coloring her cheeks. Akeno's lips curved into a seductive smile, while Kuroka's expression held a mixture of playful anticipation and undisguised lust.

Izashi wasted no time. He moved towards Rias, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached down and gently removed the sheet, revealing her exquisite form. Then, with a swift, deliberate motion, he broke the strap of her bra, the sudden snap echoing in the quiet room. He then climbed onto the bed, positioning himself above her.

Akeno and Kuroka, not to be left out, moved closer, pressing their breasts against his back, their soft curves molding against his skin. The sensation was intoxicating, a wave of warmth and desire washing over Izashi.

"Took you long enough," Rias murmured, her voice a low, husky whisper. "We were starting to think you'd forgotten about us."

Izashi leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Forgotten about you? Never," he whispered back, his voice laced with a hint of mischief. "I was just… having a little fun with two other beauties."

Rias's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. "Oh?" she asked, her voice laced with curiosity.

Izashi chuckled softly. "But for now," he continued, his gaze locking with hers, "my focus is solely on fucking the three of you."

His words hung in the air, charged with unspoken promises. His own desire was rising rapidly, fueled by the proximity of these three beautiful women. His dick was standing at its full length, throbbing with anticipation. He knew he wouldn't be leaving this room anytime soon.

He released Rias from his grasp, his eyes lingering on her flushed face for a moment before shifting to Akeno and Kuroka. With a gentle push, he guided them onto the bed as well. The bed was large, easily accommodating all four of them.

He leaned down and kissed Akeno's cheek, his hands already working on removing her top. He moved slowly, deliberately, savoring the moment. He trailed kisses down her neck, his fingers deftly unfastening the clasps of her bra. With a soft sigh, her breasts were freed, their soft mounds spilling forth. Izashi's hands moved to cup them, his fingers gently kneading the soft flesh.

Simultaneously, his other hand reached out to caress Rias's breasts, pinching her nipples with playful force, eliciting a soft moan from her. "Ahhh…" she breathed, her eyes fluttering closed.

Kuroka, not wanting to be left out of the burgeoning intimacy, rose to her knees and began to remove Izashi's pants and underwear. In a few swift movements, he stood before them, completely naked, his erection a testament to his arousal.

As his hands continued their exploration of Rias and Akeno's breasts, he leaned down, kissing them each in turn. First Akeno, then Rias, his lips lingering on their soft skin. His mouth then began to approach their breasts.

Almost simultaneously, Akeno and Rias let out soft moans of pleasure. Their bodies were pressed close together, the air thick with anticipation. Suddenly, Izashi felt a warm, wet sensation engulf his erection. Kuroka had taken him into her mouth.

The unexpected pleasure sent a shiver down his spine. He closed his eyes, his grip on the breasts tightening slightly. He pushed his hips forward, thrusting deeper into Kuroka's mouth.

Opening his eyes, his gaze fell upon Rias's exposed breasts. Her pink nipples were erect, seemingly begging for his touch. Akeno's face, meanwhile, was a picture of surrender and seduction, her eyes half-closed, a soft smile playing on her lips. She was clearly enjoying the moment.

Izashi lowered his head, taking Rias's generous breast into his mouth. She instinctively arched her back, offering herself to him fully. He suckled deeply, his tongue tracing circles around her sensitive nipple. The sensation was exquisite, both for him and for Rias, who moaned softly, her fingers tangling in his hair. This was exactly what she craved: Izashi's undivided attention, his touch igniting a fire within her.

Meanwhile, Kuroka continued her ministrations, her head moving rhythmically, her tongue and lips working their magic on his shaft. She massaged his testicles with a practiced hand, her expression one of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

Having sated himself with Rias's breast for a moment, Izashi cupped her other breast in his hand, his gaze shifting to Akeno, whose face was flushed with desire. He repeated the same intimate gesture with Akeno, his mouth closing over her nipple, his tongue mimicking the same tantalizing dance.

His lower body remained active, his hips thrusting rhythmically into Kuroka's mouth as his hands continued to knead the soft flesh of Rias and Akeno's breasts. The room was filled with the sounds of their soft moans, a symphony of pleasure that echoed in the afternoon stillness.

"Be… rougher…" Rias managed to gasp out between moans, her eyes half-closed, her body trembling with anticipation. "Do whatever you want, Izashi-kun…"

Akeno echoed her sentiment, her voice a breathy whisper. "Yes… please…"

With his mouth occupied with Akeno's breast, Izashi couldn't respond verbally. However, Kuroka felt his response in the way his erection twitched and pulsed in her mouth. It was a clear message: he understood, and he was more than willing to comply.

Kuroka felt a strange sensation, an almost impossible occurrence. Izashi's erection seemed to grow even harder, slightly larger, a feat she hadn't thought possible while she was actively servicing him. She briefly considered it a hallucination, dismissing it as the intense pleasure overwhelmed her senses.

Finally, after thoroughly enjoying the taste of Akeno's breast, Izashi released both Rias and Akeno from his grasp. He straightened, his eyes burning with desire, and firmly grasped Kuroka's head.

He began to thrust his erection in and out of her mouth, allowing it to brush against the back of her throat. The intensity of the sensation built within him, a crescendo of pleasure that threatened to erupt.

He could hold back no longer. Closing his eyes, he uttered in a low, guttural voice, "Drink it all… drink all of my love…" Then, with a roar that shook the room, he cried out, "I AM CUMMING!"

A torrent of his seed erupted from his shaft, filling Kuroka's mouth with its warm, thick substance. She instinctively tried to swallow it all, her throat working diligently, but the sheer volume made it impossible. Some of it inevitably spilled from her lips, tracing a glistening path down her chin.

Izashi pulled his still-hard erection from her mouth, more of his semen dripping down her chin. Kuroka quickly licked it away with her tongue, savoring the taste.

Izashi turned his attention to Rias and Akeno. Their white panties were now clearly visible, a tantalizing sight. Though lost in the throes of pleasure, they retained enough awareness to remove their skirts and panties, revealing their nakedness.

Kuroka, having swallowed the majority of Izashi's ejaculate, collapsed onto the bed, a look of blissful exhaustion on her face. She felt completely sated, her body still humming from the intense pleasure.

Izashi's gaze swept over the two remaining women, his desire rekindling with renewed intensity. He reached out, his hands finding their way to their soft curves, his fingers tracing the contours of their bodies.

He knew this was far from over. The night was still young, and he had only just begun to explore the depths of their shared desires. The air in the room crackled with unspoken promises, with the anticipation of more intimate moments to come. The three women looked at him with a mixture of adoration and lust, their eyes reflecting the same burning desire that consumed him. The scene was set for a night of unparalleled passion, a night that would be etched in their memories forever.

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