The Sleeping Dragon (High School DxD)

Humming in amusement for a moment, Issei finally barks out a laugh at Grayfia’s request.

 

“Asking for favors like that when the floor is still so dirty, bitch?”

 

Grayfia blushes and a moment later pulls out of his grasp. Issei lets her leave his hands, watching in amusement as the silver-haired maid pulls a bucket of soapy water and a sponge seemingly out of nowhere. As she gets to work scrubbing down the floor of the numerous stains that he and Gabriel left on it from the night before, Issei admires the sight for a moment… before a hint of red catches his eye and he simply can’t hold back anymore.

 

A lustful growl, indignant of Grayfia’s behalf, leaves Issei Hyoudou’s lips as he drops to his knees right before her and flips the skirt of her maid uniform, which had already ridden most of the way up her hips from his previous actions, up and over her backside. Exposing her shapely derriere to his eyes, Issei feasts his gaze upon her peach, clad only in the same red thong Grayfia Lucifuge had been wearing the last time he’d fucked her.

 

But there was a world of difference between the Issei Hyoudou who Grayfia had ‘sacrificed’ herself to in a doomed bid to save Rias’ virginity… and the Issei Hyoudou of today. He was on a whole other level now. Still, he couldn’t help but be incredulous that a married woman like Grayfia had gone more than a decade without sex. Was Sirzechs asexual or something? Had the Lucifer only put in as much effort as it took to get Grayfia with child one time so they’d have a back-up heir for House Gremory, and then just… stopped?

 

Or was it simply that he was too busy, like Grayfia tried to claim? Issei didn’t know… and he didn’t care. The Lucifer’s neglect was his opportunity. The Great Satan’s loss… was his gain.

 

Yanking the red thong down to her knees, Issei moves into position properly. Grayfia can only squeak in response, blushing so hard in anticipation of what’s to come that it travels all the way around to the nape of her neck. Even as she keeps her head down and scrubs away at the stains before her, Issei grins like a mad man, enjoying just how flustered and eager his new pet maid is.

 

Then, without further ado, without any warning whatsoever, he finally thrusts into her from behind, beginning to fuck her silly and rail her across the bedroom floor as she works.

 

WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!

 

The silver-haired maid’s sinfully beautiful body jostles and jolts with every thrust. Her pussy walls clench around his cock, and her moans fill the space. Her shuddering makes it clear how much she’s enjoying having Issei inside of her. She loves being dominated by his thick… fat… cock. Meanwhile, Issei marvels at how wet and tight she is. Now that he knows her tightness is from a lack of use… well, he can’t help but truly give it his all.

 

And ‘his all’ these days is much greater than ‘his all’ back then was. He fucks Grayfia with a strength and force that he wasn’t capable of the last time they were together. She squeaks and mewls in surprise, squealing as he hits deep parts of her with far more power than he was able to previously. Indeed, while he’d easily dominated her their first time, making her cum buckets for him… there is no comparing that to how he feels now. He’s overpowering her in every possible way. Sexually. Socially. Physically.

 

Chuckling to himself, Issei reaches up and grabs Grayfia by her hair, forcing her back to arch as he tugs her head up. The maid gasps breathlessly, but continues scrubbing away, even as he enjoys the way her spine bends under his strength.

 

“Man… I can’t believe how much of a slutty whore-maid you turned out to be, bitch~”

 

Letting out a particularly throaty moan, Grayfia doesn’t even try to deny it. In fact, she leans into it.

 

“Y-Yes sir… a-ah! H-Harder! Fuck this slutty whore-maid to your heart’s content! Please! A-As the Master of the House, it is important that you have your way with me! Break this maid in! Make this maid your BITCH!”

 

Growling in arousal, Issei continues doing just that, even as Grayfia, despite clearly enjoying the hell out of this experience, continues cleaning the floor the entire while. He’s effectively controlling where they go, with his powerful thrusts being the driving force behind their movement around the room. However, Grayfia proves to be a subtle influence on their direction, steering them towards particularly abundant messy spots so she can rapidly clean them with all of her considerable skills as a maid.

 

It’s impressive but lost in the throes of domineering lust as he currently is, Issei isn’t about to tell her that he’s impressed with her. That’s not how their relationship goes, he figures. She’s his slutty whore-maid, and he’s the Domineering Red Dragon Emperor. With that said, he gains an evil smirk as he tightens his grip on Grayfia’s hair and plunges his cock into her depths even more harshly than before. As she cries out in surprise at this new strength, Issei leans forward and whispers in her ear.

 

“You’ve missed several spots so far, whore-maid. I’m going to have to punish you if you keep doing such a bad job. Might even have to demote you from whore-maid to just whore~”

 

In Issei’s mind it’s the perfectly reasonable continuation to their established dynamic. Which is why he’s so surprised when Grayfia doesn’t moan wantonly and beg him to reconsider in a breathless voice… but actually freezes up for a moment before using all of her own considerable physical strength to slam her hips back into his.

 

If not for his grip on her hair… and Gabriel’s considerably hellish training sessions over the last little while, Issei isn’t sure he could have held on. He might very well have been dislodged entirely as the suddenly furious maid twists her head back to glare at him.

 

“H-How dare you, sir! I am an AMAZING maid and I have missed NO spots as of yet! Y-You take that back this instant and-!”

 

SMACK! SMACK!

 

On the one hand, Grayfia’s indignation here is incredibly real. She’s actively pissed at him now. On the other hand, Issei’s first instinct isn’t to apologize… it’s to double down. But he doesn’t, because he’s a nice guy like that. Instead, he strikes a middle ground. Namely, by striking her ass cheeks one after the other with his free hand, cutting Grayfia’s ensuing rant off… and bringing her right to a particularly explosive and messy orgasm as she squeals and ends up squirting all over the ground betwixt her legs.

 

The new mess she’s made turns her into a liar, seeing how she’s not just missed a spot now, she’s CREATED one. Squeaking at this realization, Grayfia hurriedly has them circle back around, his cock remaining impaled upon her twat as she spins about with him still holding her from behind and hurries to clean up the new mess.

 

As she does so, whimpering brokenly the entire while, Issei lets out a soft sigh of amusement and takes mercy on her. Slowing down his thrusting for a moment, he leans forward and wraps himself around Grayfia from behind, his hands going to her tits as he hugs her back and molds himself to her kneeling form.

 

“You are an amazing maid, Grayfia. I apologize for implying otherwise.”

 

Grayfia freezes up again, before returning to her diligent task of cleaning up after him and Gabriel. Issei takes things a bit slower from then on… but still soundly fucks her across every surface in the room. To her credit though, by the time he’s done with her the floor IS spotless. So is the messy bed, and so is the rest of the bedroom.

 

In fact, by the time Issei finishes up with breaking in Grayfia Lucifuge as the ‘Master of the House’, the only messy thing left… is Grayfia herself. Having thoroughly exhausted the Strongest Maid, having fucked her silly and pounded her into oblivion, Issei looks down at her, a complete mess passed out on the top of a perfectly fitted duvet atop a beautifully made bed.

 

When she came back to herself, she’d probably throw a fit over the mess her body was making of the duvet, but everything else was entirely spotless.

 

Issei is still admiring the scene of a complete clean bedroom and an utterly ruined whore-maid… when the door suddenly opens. Turning, he’s not sure what he’s expecting… but it’s certainly not this. Issei freezes in place, his eyes widening as a very smug, entirely victorious Serafall Leviathan strides into the room dressed up in her usual embarrassingly pink Magical Girl garb.

 

Meanwhile, right behind her… comes Gabriel. But the Fallen Seraph doesn’t look like Issei last saw her. Instead, the darkened wing Archangel has had a… costume change. Clad in a midnight purple themed version of Serafall Leviathan’s Magical Girl costume, Gabriel suddenly looks like a Magical Girl herself. Specifically, she looks like the Dark Magical Girl that Serafall talked about turning her into for her show.

 

Don’t get him wrong, Gabriel looks absolutely spectacular in her costume. It hugs her in all the right places, accentuating her curves and making her incredible beauty stand out even more. She’s absolutely gorgeous to begin with, but the costume alleviates that to a whole other level. In a vacuum, it’s the sexiest she’s ever looked.

 

However, the context of the moment chills Issei to the damn bone. Serafall had… won? What had the Great Satan done to his beloved to force her into this attire? How had Gabriel somehow succumbed to Serafall in the short time they’d been apart?! As Issei is grappling with his incredulity, Serafall steps forward and strikes a pose, throwing out a peace sign and a wink as she plants her free hand on her hip.

 

“Hehe! I see you enjoyed the diversion, Dragon Master Hyoudou! But while you were busy playing with this inconsequential maid, I managed to convert your Dark Magical Girl Gabby to my side! Satan Pink never fails!

 

Flipping one of her pigtails back over her shoulder, Serafall sniffs haughtily, looking unbelievably smug in that moment.

 

“Honestly, it was really, really easy to get her into costume~ I didn’t even have to pull out all the stops before she realized she was better off with me then you! I guess you should have treated her better! Now then… time for Dark Magical Girl Gabby to join my peerage!”

 

Wait, what? As Serafall reaches into her belt and pulls forth her set of Evil Pieces, seemingly from nowhere, Issei stands there a little confused. And that’s when it happens. That’s when Gabriel lifts her head from the downcast pose she’s been holding this entire time and makes eye contact with him. As soon as Issei sees the gleam in her eye, he realizes what’s happening. He realizes… who’s actually being played here.

 

As Serafall is popping open her case of Evil Pieces, Issei… lets out a villainous chuckle, prompting her to pause and blink at him in confusion.

 

“Ohohoho. You think you’ve won, do you Magical Girl Satan Pink? I suppose I, Dragon Master Hyoudou, will have to punish you both for your impudence~”

 

For a long moment, Serafall just stares at him in wordless silence. Issei wonders briefly if he’s broken her. Then, her face scrunches up in pure irritation and her teeth grind together audibly.

 

“Tch… you… you take all of the fun out of this if you play along!”

 

Issei raises an eyebrow at that, surprised Serafall was willing to break character. But apparently he’d discovered her weakness. Be someone she actually despised and then try and play along with her fantasy, and you’d piss her the fuck off. Amusing, to say the least. What was NOT amusing was Serafall snatching a Mutated Bishop from the case and moving to shove it into Gabriel’s chest.

 

For a moment, Issei feels one last surge of panic… but he needn’t have worried. Gabriel’s hand reaches out and grabs hold of Serafall’s wrist, stopping the Great Satan at the last possible second, much to Serafall Leviathan’s shock. Suddenly grinning wickedly, her eyes positively sparkling with malice, Gabriel tilts her head to the side.

 

“Ah… there’s just one problem, Levi-tan. You got me into this costume… but I never said I was actually on your side. You just assumed. In fact… you’ve skipped the biggest step in recruiting me. A proper Dark Magical Girl redemption arc should take an entire Season… so really, as of right now, I’m still a Dark Magical Girl in service to my beloved Dragon Master, Issei Hyoudou.”

 

Serafall’s eyes bulge out of her head at both Gabriel AND Issei using her delusion against her. She looks between them for a moment… before snarling as she tosses the Mutated Evil Piece back into its case and vanishes the case back wherever she pulled it from. Then, she glares daggers at Issei, her hands curling into fists at her sides as the incredibly powerful Great Satan begins to pull on her true strength.

 

Killing Intent much like Issei used against Valentine begins to radiate from the Leviathan, who clearly doesn’t like being tricked. And even with all of Gabriel’s training, Issei can tell… Serafall’s power still eclipses his. But then… that’s only because he’s in his base state, isn’t it.

 

“You forget who I am, Serafall Leviathan. You forget who you’re dealing with. BOOST!”

 

As his power doubles, Serafall’s eyes widen for a brief moment… before narrowing in pure determination. He feels her own power ratchet up even further, still above his doubled strength. So… Issei grits his teeth.

 

“BOOST!”

 

Doubling his power again brings him much closer to Serafall’s power, and he can see the Leviathan not only realizing that, but also realizing he’s going to overtake her if he’s allowed to boost even one more time. She starts to shift, starts to move at her fastest speed to stop him from speaking… only for a hand to fall upon her shoulder, and Gabriel’s lips to ghost across her upper earlobe as the Fallen Seraph whispers a single word to her.

 

“Boost.”

 

In an instant, Issei’s beloved has also doubled her power, leaving them both sandwiching Serafall between them with their current strength. Technically, the Leviathan was probably strong enough to handle either of them as they were right now, but that ignored the fact that both could always just boost again, and completely overwhelm her.

 

Of course, that’s not what makes Serafall pull up short and completely ignore Issei in favor of whipping around and staring at Gabriel in disbelief.

 

“That… that’s not p-possible.”

 

Looking over her painted nails in faux disinterest, ‘Dark Magical Girl Gabby’ seems to luxuriate in Serafall’s disbelief for a moment before sniffing haughtily and giving the other incredibly powerful woman a smirk and a scoff.

 

“Did you really think that my Father never taught me how to use his Systems? I was his favorite child, Leviathan.”

 

Before Serafall can muster a response to that, Gabriel flicks the fingers away, an expression of disgust on her face.

 

“Ah, but of course you wouldn’t think that. It’s a fair assumption, because thanks to my controlling asshat of a brother, I didn’t remember much of anything Father taught me before my Fall.”

 

Looking Serafall right in the eye, Gabriel smiles. It’s not a nice smile.

 

“See, Michael took away my Free Will because he feared that I would Fall if I got the chance to choose. He locked away my memories and turned me into a brain dead paragon of HIS virtue. He turned his greatest nightmare into a self-fulfilling prophecy. And then… just as I got free, an annoying bitch of a Devil comes along and tries to take my choice away from me again.”

 

Serafall blanches at Gabriel’s recontextualization of this entire situation. Surprisingly, despite how much power all three of them are radiating at the moment… he’s pretty sure that that’s what defuses things, at least a little bit. At having her actions explained to her in a new light, the fight goes out of Serafall. For all her problems with him… she never meant to treat Gabriel has nothing more than a game piece on the board. And that was exactly what she’d tried to do.

 

Placing a hand on Serafall’s shoulder, correctly deducing that the Great Satan was no longer in a fighting mood, Gabriel’s tone is saccharine in sweetness as she tilts her head to the side.

 

“You understand, of course… there will have to be a punishment.”

 

Face actually quite apologetic, Serafall slowly nods her head in defeat. Not only acknowledging that she’s outmatched… but also that she messed up and deserves to be punished.

 

Issei watches this all take place, his cock throbbing with need. The last time he was with Serafall Leviathan, it had been more for Sona Sitri’s sake than his own. This time around? He wasn’t going to hold back. And he wasn’t going to give the Great Satan any more respect than she deserved.