A Different Path Pt. 2 (High School DxD) (Patreon)

Themes: Exhibitionism, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub

Word Count: 2,782

Summary: Part 2 of A Different Path. Akeno's not sure how she let Issei talk her into this. Or perhaps he didn't talk her into it, she just caved and allowed him to do whatever he wanted. One way or the other, she's being pounded on school grounds in the middle of the day and it feels so damn good.  

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She couldn’t believe she was doing this. She couldn’t… she wasn’t this kind of girl. Was she? Akeno had to use every ounce of her willpower to keep her face from flushing with heat, even as she came to a stop outside of the classroom that was her ultimate destination. Letting out a low breath of air, Akeno stiffens her spine, inadvertently doing excellent things to her sizable rack. Straightening her skirt is just because she’s nervous, not at all a familiar feeling to the black-haired beauty.

Still, her desire, the need burning deep within her… it was stronger than her embarrassment, trepidation, and nervousness. In the end, Akeno can barely wait longer than a single beat before she’s reaching out and opening the door to the classroom before her. Stepping through into the crowded room beyond causes silence to immediately fall as the middle-aged man teaching the class stops dead in the midst of his lecture, eyes widening slightly and mouth remaining open as he stares at her.

Akeno knows she’s beautiful. She also knows that her beauty transcends age. Or more accurately, lots of older men love to lust after her for her admittedly mature figure. They did the same thing with Rias, she knew that as well. Still, in this case it was helpful in a way, even if Akeno wouldn’t willingly choose to touch this teacher with a fifteen-foot pole. Smiling brightly, the dark-haired devil steps into the room, making eye contact and putting the teacher under her spell quite easily with nothing but her gaze.

“Hello, sir! Pardon the intrusion, but I’ve been sent to escort Issei Hyoudou to a meeting!”

The whole class bursts into whispers at that, even as Akeno’s eyes drift from the suddenly sputtering teacher to where Issei sits near the center of the room. His eyes are wide and filled with delight, almost as if he couldn’t believe this was happening to him… while at the same time, very happy to take advantage of it. However, before he can do much more than jump up from his seat, the teacher finds his voice, clearing his throat pointedly and stopping Issei in his tracks as he frowns.

“I was not told anything about this. What sort of meeting are you escorting him to?”

Well, they hadn’t talked about keeping Issei’s already extremely damaged reputation intact, now had they? A bit of Akeno’s sadistic side springs to life, but she manages to keep the wicked, malicious grin from her face as she cocks her head to the side.

“Ah, I’m not allowed to say, sir. Its… disciplinary in nature.”

The teacher blinks owlishly at that for a moment, even as Issei’s smile is wiped away and replaced by a frown of his own. Seeing this, the middle-aged man seems to feel that he’s scored some sort of victory, because HE in turn smiles and nods his head agreeably.

“Well, I can certainly see that. I would have liked to be informed beforehand, but I understand. Go on then, Hyoudou. Take your things with you, I don’t expect you to be back by the end of class.”

The entire room seems to be taking great pleasure with Issei’s seeming misfortune, even as he hangs his head, gathers up his things, and follows Akeno out of class. The door hasn’t even closed when the laughter from the students within begins, distinctly feminine at first before the boys and even the teacher begins to join in.

Akeno doesn’t say a word to Issei, even as she escorts him down the hall. He doesn’t say a word back, and the black-haired devil wonders briefly if he really thinks that he’s in trouble. That would be silly… but Issei can be a little gullible at times, so it’s entirely possible. Regardless, by the time they’ve reached the empty roof, Issei has put two and two together. Its unfortunate, because Akeno would have liked to tease him a little longer if possible.

On the other hand, its also fortunate, because by this point she’s beyond needy, and she’s worried she’s in danger of dripping her arousal down her inner thighs… her panties are already a lost cause at this point, and she just can’t stop rubbing her legs together as she finally gives in and lets the blush spread across her face.

“… I’m not really in trouble, am I?”

Staring at the boy as that particular obvious factoid dawns on him, Akeno can’t help but roll her eyes.

“No Issei. You’re not. Or did you already forget?”

After all, this had been his idea. She’d… she couldn’t just leave things how they were after that amazing, mind-breaking first time in his bedroom… on his very bed, even. It had taken a whole lot of twisting of a whole lot of definitions, but in the end, Akeno had convinced Issei that they had some sort of contract. A contract where she had to do… things that he wanted her to do.

This was one of those things. And now here they were, on the roof, him pulling out of class and her standing a few feet away from him as he finally, FINALLY figured out that she was all his for the taking. The final look of understanding on Issei’s face as he GETS THIS is almost enough to send Akeno crashing down to her knees right then and there. So close… her relief is sooo close.

“Akeno… come here.”

She tries not to hurry over, but its hard when she’s just so damn wet for him. As soon as she’s in range, Issei’s hand snakes around her head, and grabs hold of her hair by the base of her long ponytail. Then, he drags her in for a deep, tongue-filled kiss. It’s less of a kiss and more of a bit of mouth-rape, not that Akeno minds all that much. Issei thoroughly dominates her with his tongue, and her legs wobble as she nearly squirts right then and there.

He’s such a good kisser. But then, as she’s already found out, Issei is surprisingly good at basically everything intimate, sensual… and most importantly, sexual. The young man is a sex god in every sense of the word, and while Akeno may not know how or why he had such innate talent, she wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth. And Issei was most definitely her gift horse.

It’s not long before Akeno finds herself kneeling in front of Issei. He’s still holding her by the ponytail, even as she rests her hands palm down on his pants, staring up into his eyes. He stares back down at her for a long moment, before finally grinning.

“Good girl. Go on then, have at it.”

In these moments, Akeno couldn’t help but wonder if Issei wasn’t as gullible as he thought. He certainly knew how to dirty talk, and all the right words to say to really get her fired up. In seconds, she has his cock out of its confines and in her hand. Then, she has it in her mouth. Her eyes very nearly roll up in her skull right then and there as Akeno moans around Issei’s big, fat, meaty cock. Her inner thighs rub together as she imagines it inside of her cunt instead of her throat… but this is just fine too.

Taking inch after inch of his member into her mouth and down her esophagus, Akeno continually swallows to avoid activating her gag reflex, even as she makes her goal the base of Issei’s shaft. Her eyes are zeroed in on it, so she doesn’t see the look on Issei’s face. But she definitely hears his groan, as he tilts his head back and closes his own eyes.

“Fuck yes… f-fuck… just like that Akeno, just like that.”

No worries on that score. She wasn’t going to change up a thing. Reaching the base of his cock, Akeno stops there for a moment, writhing her tongue along the underside of his massive schlong, and resting her chin against her churning ball sack. Then, she pulled back only to do it all over again. Slobber quickly collects on her chin, but the dark-haired beauty pays that no mind as she bobs her head up and down Issei’s member, deep-throating him like the pro she isn’t.

She’d learned this solely for him, after all. She wanted… she needed to make him happy, as strange as that was. Akeno couldn’t have imagined a world like this one a mere week before, but now she couldn’t imagine a world without. It would just be… utterly dissatisfying. In truth, she COULD imagine such a terrible world. One where she hadn’t decided to play with Issei. Perhaps one where he hadn’t summoned her in the first place.

She would have gone through her life without knowing about the sex god hiding under their very noses. Alternatively, it could have been even worse. Akeno could just as easily imagine a world where she and Issei somehow became connected platonically. A world where they never became intimate because of some reason or other. That was even more terrifying a thought.

This though? This was perfect. Akeno didn’t have to worry about those other possibilities, because the world she was living in was this one, here and now. Where she was Issei’s contracted devil, after a fashion, and they had their arrangement. Slurping at his cock, Akeno reaches up and begins to massage his churning balls, even as she pulls far enough back to suckle at his dick tip, her tongue swirling around it.

“S-Shit, you fucking slut…”

The more that she did, the more Issei got into it. His words were degrading… and so fucking sexy. Akeno shivers in orgasmic delight, even as she milks Issei’s release from him, right then and there. He cums in her mouth, and thanks to her current position, Akeno is able to swallow every last drop without missing any of it. She doesn’t dare let even a bit of his delicious, hot cum escape from her full, pouty lips.

Once she’s done, her mouth comes off of Issei’s cockhead with a pop, and she smacks her lips together, even as she smiles up at Issei, slobber covering her chin as the only evidence of what she’d just done. Issei grins back down at her, and then looks at his cock pointedly. Akeno isn’t surprised to find it still hard… in fact, she was rather counting on that.

When Issei releases her ponytail, the beautiful devil rises to her feet once more. She turns and begins to walk away from him, but he just follows her, his hard cock swaying back and forth in the open air. When Akeno reaches the metal fence that lines the academy’s main rooftop, she bites her lower lip, closing her fingers through the chain links for a moment, and looking down at the courtyard below. 

Class was in session of course, and there was barely anyone down there. Half the time, there was nobody at all. Akeno… Akeno wasn’t sure whether she liked that or not. It wasn’t like she was a massive exhibitionist or anything. It was more that she wasn’t sure she could hold in her voice, and with it so quiet, someone might hear, even with all the distance that there was between the roof and the ground. It was-

Akeno’s eyes go wide as Issei just flips up her skirt, pulls her panties aside, and thrusts into her dripping wet cunt right then and there. She cuts off the beginning of her squeal with a hand over her mouth, even as her eyes threaten to roll back in her head. Issei just laughs in her ear, even as his hands, under her skirt, center on her hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into her flesh.

And then he starts to fuck her. His cock goes in and out of her cunt, and all Akeno can do is take it as she finds herself pinned between the chain-link fence and one Issei Hyoudou. His big, hard, throbbing dick fills her time and time again, the massive schlong that had just been in her throat making easy work of her needy little cunt. It’s not long before the first orgasm hits, as it likes to do quickly with Issei. And once the first hits, the second, third, and many more come just as swiftly.

Akeno’s hand does a good job of covering her mouth at first. Her other grips at the chain-link fence for support, but with Issei’s powerful thrusts jarring her forward, her poor tits end up grinding against the fence all the same, even as she tilts her head back to avoid that happening to her face. With her school uniform in the way, it actually feels some what good, the chain-links digging into her blouse as they are.

The devil isn’t sure how one is supposed to react to a situation like this, but she knows how she’s reacting. Completely and utterly like the wanton little slut that Issei has named her as. In no time at all, Akeno’s eyes roll up in her head and if not for her hand still stalwartly clapped over her mouth, her tongue would probably be hanging out from betwixt her lips as well.

Even in the depths of her blissful ecstasy however, Akeno manages to keep her noises muffled with her hand. Even as Issei fucks her to kingdom come, Akeno puts forth her best effort to stifle her cries and moans of pleasure. She does this the entire time he’s fucking her. It feels like an eternity, but it’s maybe thirty minutes or so in the end.

Still, even that’s a long time. Issei pounds into her relentlessly for every second of that half-hour, and Akeno loses track of the number of orgasms she has on his cock. By the time he finally cums inside of her, she’s only half-coherent… though of course, the sensation of seed pumping directly into Akeno’s womb is more than enough to wake the dark-haired devil up as her mouth opens wide in an O and her hand finally falls away from it. Luckily, her final ‘scream’ is completely silent as she shakes and spasms on Issei’s cumming prick.

And then its over and she’s slumping down the length of the fence as Issei pulls out of her, his big, fat dick no longer there to keep her in place.

“Damn… you’re really something else, Akeno. I’m glad that I contracted a smoking hot, ready-to-fuck devil like you!”

It was funny… because before she’d met Issei, before she’d gotten a taste of his magical hands, his magical tongue, his magical cock… hell, his magical everything, she really wasn’t that kind of devil at all. Still, Akeno saw no reason to correct Issei. She didn’t expect him to brag to anyone about her. Part of their ‘contract’ was very specific about him getting to keep her all to himself. She had no desire to be passed around to the other perverts in his little club, and luckily Issei had no desire to pass her around either.

Still, as he tucks his dick away and starts to walk back to where his bookbag is sitting next to the roof access, Akeno shifts and turns to look at him, still red-faced and flustered, even as she calls out to the smug boy.

“I-Issei…”

He looks back at her with this cocky grin on his face, and that alone does interesting things to her, even as she nibbles at her lower lip.

“R-Remember, you were… you were disciplined. Can’t be happy, or they’ll ask questions and we won’t… won’t be able to do this again.”

Again? Shit, she really did want to do this again. The thought strikes Akeno like lightning, and she would blush more if she could, even as Issei’s eyes widen in understanding. He wipes the smug smile off his face and nods solemnly.

“You’re right Akeno. Thanks for the heads up. I definitely can’t wait to do this again!”

Then, he gives her a flashed grin and a thumbs up, before heading back down the stairs, off of the roof. Akeno lets out a sigh… and then reaches down between her legs, her fingers diving deep into her cum-filled cunt. It wasn’t that Issei had failed to satisfy her or anything silly like that. She just… really liked the taste of his cum. Bringing her messy fingers up to her mouth, Akeno sucks each of them clean, one by one, her lips puckered, and her eyes lidded as she mmm’s in enjoyment.