Unlimited Perversity Ch. 11 (High School DxD) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Hate Sex, Anal Sex, Mind Break

Summary: Part 11 of Unlimited Perversity. Issei Hyoudou's overwhelming power has the Grigori wary, given what happened before. So they send over Raynare as a sacrificial lamb to win his favor. Issei is still incredibly pissed at her, but he's not about to force her to pleasure him. He'd sooner just kill her. But as it turns out, he doesn't have to force her to do anything. Raynare's sadistic act is a cover for an extremely masochistic bitch. Issei's mere presence now that he's awakened his true power is enough to strip away her facade.

-x-X-x-

“Why haven’t you fucked me yet?”

It’s probably a fair question, Issei reflects. He IS after all the embodiment of the Sin of Lust. Ever since he became a devil, his innately perverted nature has catapulted him into fucking orbit. He’s insanely powerful BECAUSE of how lustful he is, his adherence to his inherent sin giving him so much strength and so much power that even major factions who weren’t even allied with the Underworld were trying to feel him out and stay on his good side.

So yeah, the idea of him not fucking a woman, especially one placed right in front of him and under his power… it definitely might have seemed really strange. Especially when she was literally gifted to him for him to do ‘whatever he wanted with’ and so far all he’d done was ignore her and tell her to keep the place clean.

… But then, that type of thinking ignored the context of just who precisely this woman was to Issei. As well as the fact that he would NEVER force himself on someone unwilling. And as far as women went, Issei assumed this one had more reason to be unwilling than most. Which is why, as he turns to regard her, he does so with some incredulity in his eyes.

“… I would sooner just kill you off then force myself on you.”

Raynare stiffens at that, the Fallen Angel freezing like a deer caught in headlights as she stands there wearing a maid uniform and holding a duster. Neither of which he’d supplied to her by the way. He had no idea where she’d gotten the outfit, though he’d been vaguely aware of her wearing it these past couple of days as she followed his one order and cleaned up for him.

Narrowing her eyes, Raynare clutches at her duster like it’s a safety line.

“Really? You’re not even slightly tempted? I wronged you. And sure you could kill me. But you could also make me your bitch. Like you do with all of your other women.”

Issei snorts derisively.

“The difference is they choose to be here. They chose me… and not as some sick game before trying to kill me off.”

At that, the beautiful but poisonous Fallen Angel rolls her eyes.

“Oh come on… you can’t still be hung up on that. It certainly seems to have turned out well for you hasn’t it? Despite my attempts to ensure it did not.”

Gritting his teeth, Issei considers just killing her right then and there. But no, he holds himself back.

“You took me on a date for the express purposes of murdering me, Raynare. You were my first girlfriend. My first date. My first kiss. And then you stuck a spear of light through my chest and left me to die. Yeah, I’m still a little hung up on that. That kind of thing tends to be traumatic.”

For the briefest of moments, a flicker of guilt appears on Raynare’s face. But then it fades away and the Fallen Angel crosses her arms over her chest as she scoffs.

“You don’t seem all that traumatized.”

“THAT’S NOT HOW TRAUMA WORKS!”

In an instant, Issei has his hand around Raynare’s throat and the bitch pressed up against the wall. She chokes as his grip tightens to the point of constricting her airway, and her hands scramble uselessly against his arm, unable to budge him. He’s so much more powerful than her now it isn’t even funny. Though perhaps it’s a little funny to think that this weakling bitch killed him. She ended his human life, forcing Rias to reincarnate him as a devil.

And now their positions were reversed because the Grigori wanted to stay on Issei’s good side. So even though Raynare had managed to escape death, even though she’d gone running back to her faction afterwards… they’d sent her right on back to ‘make amends’, practically gift wrapping her and handing her over to him for Issei to do whatever he liked with.

He could kill her if he wanted to and no one would bat an eye. They both knew that. And Issei… Issei has to admit, he’s sorely tempted as he snarls in her face.

“You were my first love, Raynare. Yuuma Amano was my first girlfriend. I might have even given up my dream of having a harem for her. But it was all a lie. YOU lied to me. Used me. And then killed me. Frankly, I should kill you right now…”

But he doesn’t. Call it chivalry. Call it misogyny. He doesn’t have it in him to kill a woman. He’s killed men, but never women. Not yet anyways… Raynare is certainly toying the line, he’ll admit. Still, Issei loosens his grip on her throat, planning to toss her away and go back to ignoring her. But before he can fully release her, she whispers out a response in a raspy voice.

“… then… punish me…”

Blinking, Issei stops and stares at her incredulously. Was she still going on about that?

“I already said I’m not going to force myself on you. I-!”

And then he pauses… and inhales deeply. A rich, cinnamon scent that Issei has come to associate with general female arousal fills his nostrils, having permeated the air around them both. His eyes flicker down the length of Raynare’s body, to where his enhanced hearing can literally pick up the sounds of her pussy lips clenching and squeezing down on nothing at all, flexing and spasming with need.

… Seriously?

“Are you turned on right now, bitch? Are you aroused?”

Raynare opens her mouth to respond but can’t seem to find the words. So Issei takes matters into his own hands. A simple flex of his power and the stupid shitty maid uniform she was wearing disappears, literally destroyed in an instant by his very presence. Shredded off of her body, it exposed her nude form to his eyes… and Issei immediately picks up on all of the little signs that show off just how aroused Raynare is by this interaction.

There are the obvious ones of course. Her nipples stand on end, rock hard and protruding from her tits. And her pussy drools with juices, trickling down her inner thighs and glistening in the room’s artificial light. Then there are the not-so-obvious signs. Her minute twitches. The way her skin shivers with goose bumps as he gazes at her naked form. Her shuddering, panting breaths as she leans back against the wall.

Releasing his hold on her neck, Issei narrows his eyes at her.

“You are. What is this, Raynare? You were a sadist, last I checked. A sadistic cunt who took great satisfaction, both sexual and otherwise, in ending my life. So what the fuck is this?”

Panting more loudly now, Raynare whimpers.

“T-That wasn’t… that wasn’t the real me. That was what I thought I n-needed to be… for Kokabiel. He made me Fall. He made me i-in his image. I would have d-done anything for him… I DID do a-anything for him. But really… at m-my core… this is who I am. A worthless, masochistic bitch who n-needs to be punished for her transgressions. You don’t have to force me… I WANT it.”

Issei slowly blinks at this, processing her words and finally realizing what must have happened. Thanks to his embodiment of the Sin of Lust, his mere presence tended to bring out the truth in people these days. He’d thought that was isolated to just humans and maybe devils as well… but no, apparently it worked on the Fallen also. Raynare had had her façade stripped away by his mere presence. Being within his power, seeing him for who he really was now… had in turn made Raynare recognize who SHE really was.

Well, that changed things didn’t it? On the one hand, Issei really would rather just kill Raynare rather than force himself on her, despite her crimes against him. But on the other hand, if she was willing…

“I’m not going to be nice just because you have a sob story, I hope you know. Everyone has a fucking sob story. And you might think you want it to hurt… but you have no idea what I’m capable of, Raynare.”

Raynare licks her lips, no doubt seeing the seriousness in his eyes. Then… she thrusts out her chest to him.

“I-I’m already yours. Kill me if you want… or abuse me as you desire, my Master.”

With that, Issei finally surges forward. Raynare had asked before if he ‘wasn’t even tempted’, but the truth was… of course he was tempted. And now that he was past his final hurdle, he was all too willing to give into that temptation.

Raynare cries out as he grabs hold of her tits with both hands and proceeds to maul them so hard they turn red in mere moments. He leans in at the same time and kisses her savagely, less of a kiss and more of a domination of her mouth that culminates in him biting her lower lip enough to make her bleed. As the blood trickles down her chin, Issei pulls back and yanks her away from the wall by her tits, considering what he’s going to do with her for a moment before deciding.

He's not gentle about it. He’s not considerate or kind. He’s been rough with plenty of his women before, but never THIS brutal. Throwing the Fallen Angel down over a nearby desk, he forcibly bends her over it, pushing her face into the wood and lifting her hips up into the air. Raynare cries out, her back arching and her single pair of blackened wings spreading at the same time.

Issei promises himself he’ll get to those later. For now, he frees his cock from its confines and slaps it down between Raynare’s ass cheeks, hot-dogging her backside furiously as he humps her into the desk. The whole piece of furniture rocks with his movements as Issei grabs and grips Raynare’s ass hard enough to make her squeal.

But he wants to hear her REALLY squeal. He wants to make her SCREAM. With a snarl, Issei pulls his cock back after only a few moments and lines up. His dick, throbbing and angry, doesn’t have a lick of moisture on it beyond a bit of precum. Raynare’s ass, likewise, has received no lubrication or preparation in the slightest, save for a small amount of sweat that the Fallen Angel gave off as an instinctive fear response when he was choking her out.

That doesn’t stop Issei from slamming forward, jamming inch after inch of his cock into Raynare’s ass without so much as a ‘by your leave’.

The Fallen Angel’s head tosses back and she SCREAMS from the painal as Issei splits her open on his dick and begins to fuck her ass hard and fast. Hate Fucking, he was pretty sure this was called. Though normally it wasn’t quite so one-sided, Issei reflected. Normally, hate fucking was showcased as this thing where both sides would be savage and brutal to each other.

Not this time. Raynare was completely at his mercy and they both knew it. He could fuck her ass as hard as he wanted and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. And yet… the masochistic bitch was enjoying it. Oh sure, she was in agony… but damn if there wasn’t an undercurrent of pleasure in her voice even as she cried out in pain.

“You nasty little pain slut. You horny fuck pig. To think… I thought I loved Yuuma Amano. But in the end, this was what was hiding under that disguise. This pile of trash.”

Raynare just moans in response, in between squealing as he fucks her ass with wild and reckless abandon. Issei, meanwhile, sneers… and releases his grip on her ass cheeks, leaving them red and abused.

He continues to clap into them with the force of his thrusts and the speed of his cock in and out of her stretched, burning anus, but at the same time, his hands go up… up to Raynare’s black wings. He had made a promise that he would go back for them later after all.

Gripping the Fallen Angel’s wings at the base, Issei pulls hard, forcing her back to arch painfully. A melodic cry of agony bursts its way out of Raynare’s throat even as she tosses her head back, her spine bending far past what a human woman would have been possible. But for Raynare… she can take it. Her spine doesn’t snap even as Issei puts a monstrous amount of pressure on it and while her wings DO strain, they don’t tear.

He could have torn them clean off of her body if he wanted to. And for a second, he was sorely tempted. But in the end he decides to leave her intact. If he’s not going to kill her, then he’s not going to maim her either. After all…

“You’re mine now, Raynare. My fuck toy. My cum dump. My bitch.”

“Yesssss…”

Grunting, Issei continues to fuck her ass, plowing her and listening to her cry out from the painal he’s delivering to her. Her bowels stretch to accommodate his massive member, her anal passage forcibly gaped by his huge cock. He fucks and fucks her until finally he reaches climax… a monumental feat in and of itself because no matter how tight Raynare was, no matter how fuckable she was… she was still the bitch who killed him. She was still the cunt who ended his human life after giving him the best damn day of his life.

He would never forgive her for that. It didn’t matter if it had all turned out alright. He wouldn’t thank her for how he’d had to claw out a life for himself in the aftermath of her actions.

Leaving her gaping ass stuffed with his cum, Issei lets go of Raynare’s strained wings and lets her fall face forward onto the desk again. The Fallen Angel is left insensate and twitching, her mind broken by the experience from the look of things. As he stares down at her, Issei feels something in his heart loosen just a little bit.

His feelings for her haven’t changed, not truly… but she no longer holds as much power over him as she did before. Truth be told, Issei hadn’t known she held any power over him until now. But then, that’s what life and the relationships you have with other people were. An exchange of power, back and forth. The effect that someone had on you might not be visible right away, but it was always there, wasn’t it?

Snorting derisively, Issei leaves Raynare to recover on her own. Normally he would bother with aftercare, but a bitch like her didn’t deserve it. She could crawl her way to a bath on her own time… Issei had better things to do.