A Different Path Pt. 3 (High School DxD) (Patreon)

Themes: Roleplay, Rough Sex, Dom/Sub   

Summary: Part 3 of A Different Path. Akeno and Issei's relationship escalates as they engage in some Dark, Fantasy Roleplay. Under normal circumstances, Issei breaking into Akeno's home wouldn't go well for him... but it's not like she's about to use her strength as a devil to stop him from ravaging her~ 

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The moment that the window she’d left unlatched upstairs is pulled open, she hears it. She doesn’t react though, even as a thump sounds out, two feet obviously landing on the upper floor of her home. Akeno continues to hum to herself, working on the meal she’s cooking instead, pretending like she has no idea what’s happening in her own home.

Dressed in a Miko outfit, she looks quite… delicious, at least in her opinion. But then, Akeno has always known she’s beautiful, always known she’s gorgeous. She’s learned how to use her looks over the years to get what she wants. Continuing to hum to herself, the female devil ignores the sound of soft but all-too-loud footsteps as the intruder who just came through her window makes his way downstairs and towards her and the kitchen.

Slaving over a stovetop, she doesn’t react in anyway, despite hearing his heartbeat picking up as he takes in the sight of her in her Miko outfit. The intruder pauses, stopping dead in the doorway of the kitchen, not moving for several seconds. In the end, Akeno finishes the meal she’s cooking and plates it, the delicious stir fry falling from the pan to the porcelain with a sizzle.

The pan goes into the sink nearby, and then she turns around with a soft smile on her lips, setting the food down on the counter. Only after she’s done that does Akeno look up. The man, standing in the doorway wearing all black and even a mask over his face, stares right back at her. There’s a beat of silence as Akeno freezes, and then she lets out a shriek.

“I-Intruder!”

The masked man seems surprised for a moment, before belatedly remembering why he’s there. His hand comes up and reveals a small knife that glints in the artificial light of the kitchen as he waves it at her.

“S-Shut up!”

Ignoring the slight stammer, Akeno immediately does so, whimpering quietly as she presses herself back against the still-hot stove. She’s turned it off, but it’ll be hot for some time more. Luckily for her, there’s no way a little heat is going to bother a devil. Slowly, the masked man walks forward, his blade getting ever closer. Akeno begins to hyperventilate, her breathing rapidly increasing as her chest heaves in fear.

“P-Please, I don’t want any t-trouble!”

The tears well up in her eyes and her lower lip wobbles, and for a moment the intruder pauses in indecision. Their eyes meet again, and something passes between them as he clears his throat and waves his knife at her.

“Then don’t cause any, uh, bitch. I won’t hurt you unless you make me. Get over here.”

Akeno blushes as she does as she’s told. It’s hard not to feel a little aroused at that growling voice, even if the knife couldn’t do a single thing to her. Still, she obeys and doesn’t resist one bit as the masked man pulls a coil of nylon rope from a pouch at his back, using it to tie up her wrists and restrain her arms behind her back. Then, he pushes her into a chair at the table off to the side of the kitchen. He grabs the food she’s made next and looks between it and her for a moment.

“You make food for yourself often, huh slut? Or are you expecting someone?”

Akeno blushes and ducks her head.

“N-No sir… no one’s coming…”

“… Good. I’m hungry.”

Darting her head up, Akeno widens her eyes as she watches the intruder park himself across from her, set down his knife, and just dig in right then and there. She watches, mouth agape, as he eats her dinner with little fanfare and absolutely no decorum. He doesn’t even offer to share… but then, she supposes she should expect as much. Still, it’s not long before he’s demolished the meal she spent an hour making. Leaning back, he pats his belly and sighs.

“Damn. That was good, Akeno.”

There’s a pause, as they both realize his misstep. Akeno recovers first and gasps in shock.

“Y-You know my name?”

Recognizing what she’s doing, the intruder snorts derisively as he stands up and grabs his knife again, forcing her to her feet as well before he begins to frog march her upstairs.

“Of course I know your name… silly sexy little Miko, constantly flaunting your assets… everyone knows you, Akeno. But only I’m man enough to, uh, do anything about it.”

Akeno mewls pathetically, and completely uncharacteristically, even as she’s forced all the way to her bedroom. There, more nylon rope comes out. And then the knife gets to work and all she can really do is squirm as she’s forced face down onto her own bed, tied to the bedposts and made to go spread-eagle for the amusement of her captor.

He’s not very good with the knife, that much is obvious from the beginning. Luckily, her skin wouldn’t break so easily, not to a weak metal blade. So even when he nicks her, it just skids right off. Neither of them mentions it, as her Miko costume is utterly demolished in all the right places, leaving her sopping wet cunt on display, as well as her shapely ass. Her hardened nipples and sensitive breasts end up pushed against the top of her bed as she finds herself face down.

The knife moves away from her, and the next thing Akeno knows, the intruder is kneeling on the back of her legs, groping and kneading her ass cheeks.

“All mine now, aren’t you? My silly, slutty Miko.”

Akeno pants breathlessly, her face red and her need obvious between her legs. Silence falls for a moment as she forgets what she’s supposed to be doing, but she’s brought back to reality by a harsh slap across her ass. A cry leaves her lips, and she belatedly realizes she’s supposes to be denying this, all of it.

“N-No! Please, please d-don’t do this! I don’t w-want it, I’m n-not… I’m not s-slutty! Oooh, please don’t hurt me!”

The intruder continues to spank her, until her words devolve into cries and moans. It’s hard… it’s impossible is what it is. Akeno is enjoying it all too much to truly play the part she’s supposed to play. Eventually, the masked man slips his hand down off of her bright red behind and between her legs instead. He runs his fingers along her slick, drooling cunt. And then he leans in, his hot breath brushing across the back of her neck as he speaks.

“You’re enjoying this… you want this.”

He sounds a lot more confident, now that he’s practically fingering her. The earlier hesitation, the stammer… it’s all gone from his voice as he runs his sticky digits up and down her wet slit. Akeno whines, whimpers, and shakes her head ‘no’, unable to actually voice it. The intruder just chuckles. And then she hears the sound of a zipper being pulled down, and she knows what comes next.

His cock, his oh-so-familiar cock, fills Akeno in one smooth thrust. That’s how wet she is, that’s how much she wants it. Bound and wearing nothing but the tatters of a Miko outfit, the female devil lays face down on her own bed as she’s ostensibly ‘raped’ by a man who’s broken into her home and ambushed her with a weapon.

Except that’s not the case, obviously. None of this would be happening if she didn’t want it to be happening. Literally, as the case was this time. Issei hadn’t asked this of her. He’d actually been rather recalcitrant towards the idea at first. Now, as he began to fuck her from behind, pinning her down and plowing into her cunt, she thought she might have awakened a new side of the boy, given his eagerness to take her to pound town.

This was solely Akeno’s fantasy in the end. A bit of dark roleplay she’d worked up the courage to ask Issei to engage in. She’d supplied him with the clothes and the knife, and she’d made sure he had the opportunity to break into her home and catch her while she was cooking. The meal had been meant for him from the very beginning, though she honestly had thought to share it with him after they were done roleplaying. 

He’d surprised her there a little, getting into character too much for the sake of food. Still, now here they were. She was getting fucked, and Issei was really giving it to her. Nice and rough, just like she liked it. Moaning wantonly, Akeno doesn’t bother holding back her pleasure anymore. She IS a slutty, sexy Miko, just like Issei said. There’s not an innocent bone in the submissive masochistic freak’s body, plain and simple. 

Her first orgasm hits on account of Issei’s big fat cock in moments, and as her eyes roll up in her head, she gives up all pretense of crying or wanting it to end.

“Y-Yes! Yes, give it to me! Fuck your M-Miko whore! Use me! Abuse me!”

Issei’s growl in her ear sends her through another mind-blowing climax, while at the same time, he does exactly what she’s asked of him. He fucks her like she’s nothing more than a whore, using and abusing her with his big fat cock and his grabby hands. He gropes and kneads her body, running his fingers up and down her sides now. His member pistons in and out of her from behind, his crotch ending up smacking against her fat ass the entire way.

It’s heaven, but then Issei’s cock always feels good, there’s no denying that. Akeno is lost in ecstasy when he leans in and speaks again, his tone hopeful and his voice quiet.

“Akeno… will you be my girlfriend?”

Needless to say, it kind of ruins the moment. Even if she does climax one last time around his thick member, causing him to fill her with a nice, thick, satisfying load of seed. Growling, Akeno tears herself free of the bindings that could never hold her in a million years and flips over to face the young man who she’s fallen into such a depraved and debauched relationship with. He pulls back, but still hovers over her on his hands and knees, his messy prick swaying back and forth between his legs as his seed spills out of her cum-stuffed cunt.

“I-Issei… what kind of question is that?!”

Reaching up, Issei pulls his mask off of his head and looks down at her. Akeno is shocked to see how serious the young man is, as he stares into her eyes.

“Akeno… I like you a lot. I think I love you. A-And… I think you love me too. I think you like me for more than just my cock. R-right?”

He sounds so uncertain, but he’s hit the nail on the head even if he’s not sure about it. Akeno blushes profusely as she averts her gaze to the side and swallows nervously. Because Issei is indeed right. She’s grown to like the human boy for a lot more than just his cock. He’s grown on her, in a number of ways. Though… he did eat all of the food she’d made without sharing. But then, that just meant he liked it, right? If she’d been in a position to ask, she’s sure he would have shared some immediately. They’d just been in the midst of roleplaying.

Roleplaying which was now undeniably over, given they’d both broken characters… and he’d cum inside of her. But then, Akeno had originally envisioned him fucking her all night long as she whined and whimpered and begged for mercy while tied up. Issei had kind of derailed that now, and instead of intruder and helpless Miko, it was her and him again, the two of them with a relationship too complex for Akeno to put into words.

But maybe… maybe it didn’t have to be. Issei was still looking down at her imploringly, his eyes wide and hopeful. She knew of his desire to be a Harem King, and even with him asking her this, Akeno didn’t doubt for one second that he thought he could still make his dream come true. Was she okay with that? Surprisingly… yes.

“Issei…”

Issei perks up.

“Y-Yes, Akeno?”

“… I’d love to be your girlfriend.”

And then she draws the hapless human boy down into a deep, tongue-filled kiss that in turn becomes more sex. Because if Issei wanted to be with her, she was going to snatch him up and never let go. If he wanted to change their relationship from rough sex to rough sex with romance on top… Akeno wasn’t going to let such a chance at happiness pass her by.

This was her life now… and she was happy to embrace it.

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Of course, unbeknownst to them, they weren’t alone. Watching from a corner, Rias’ face was as red as her hair as she finally activated the teleport again and departed from her darling Queen’s home. She’d shown up in the midst of their activities, and only the absurdity of the situation had stopped her from intervening immediately. Obviously, Akeno could have broken free any time, and Rias could tell that the man fucking her Queen was nothing more than human.

But she hadn’t expected what had followed. Issei Hyoudou was beneath the mask, and he and Akeno apparently had a relationship that she hadn’t known about whatsoever. On top of that, they’d gone so far as to escalate things right there before her, as Akeno accepted Issei’s request and became his girlfriend. Their kissing after that was a lot more passionate than Rias was used to though.

Fleeing back to an empty clubhouse, Rias slumps down onto a couch, staring off into nothingness. This was… Akeno and Issei were… she would never have guessed it of her Queen! That pervert? What… what could Akeno possibly see in him? Except for that big cock, which Rias had gotten at least one unobstructed eyeful of. And the way he used it certainly seemed to make Akeno scream to the high heavens.

There were some things best friends weren’t supposed to know about one another. Rias didn’t think she’d ever be able to forget the way Akeno screamed when she climaxed. Best to just… find other things to think about. Like… like how she would go about getting Issei into her peerage. He probably wouldn’t be worth more than a pawn of course, but Rias was a sucker for love and romance, and she could tell from that final exchange that she wasn’t supposed to see exactly what sort of state Akeno and Issei were in.

They loved each other. And it was up to Rias to facilitate their love! She would… she would bring them together in her peerage, and Akeno would have her boyfriend at her side forever and ever. It was the perfect plan… save for the budding arousal betwixt Rias’ thighs at the thought of that member she’d seen hanging between Issei’s legs. 

He was just… so… large. But he was also Akeno’s. And Rias… Rias wouldn’t betray that. She wouldn’t!