Fun In Highschool DxD World

Grayfia stood still, her heart pounding in her chest as she faced Izashi, her brother-in-law, and now her master. She had never felt so powerless, her body betraying her under the intensity of his gaze. His golden eyes gleamed with something dark and possessive, a hunger that sent shivers down her spine. She had fought countless battles, served loyally as a maid and protector, yet now, in front of Izashi, she felt stripped of all strength.

The silence in the dimly lit room stretched between them, thick with tension. Her silver hair cascaded over her shoulders, the strands shimmering in the soft glow of the room's magic lamps. She wanted to say something, anything, to break the spell he had cast over her. But her voice wouldn't come, not while his eyes roamed her body like a predator sizing up its prey.

Izashi smirked, stepping closer, his presence overwhelming. "Well, well, Grayfia... now that you're mine, there are a few things we need to discuss."

His voice was smooth, almost casual, but the undercurrent of dominance was unmistakable. She swallowed hard, her heart racing as his words sank in. He reached out, his hands casually sliding down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before boldly cupping her breasts. His touch sent a shock of heat through her, and she clenched her fists, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape her lips.

She wanted to fight back, to shove him away, but the overwhelming power radiating from him held her in place. It wasn't just physical—there was something about his aura, something oppressive and dominating, that left her completely at his mercy. She had fought beings stronger than her before, but this was different. Izashi wasn't just strong; he had control over her in a way that left her body weak and unresponsive.

His hands kneaded her breasts with a possessive grip, and Grayfia tried to keep her face emotionless, to hide the turmoil brewing inside her. But the more he touched her, the harder it became to maintain that mask. A small, almost inaudible gasp escaped her, and her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

"Trying to keep it together, are you?" Izashi murmured, his voice teasing as he leaned closer. "But I can feel it, you know. Your body... it's reacting to me." His fingers trailed down her torso, brushing over the fabric of her maid uniform. "Even now, you're getting wet for me."

Grayfia's breath hitched, and she looked away, unable to meet his gaze. How could this be happening? She had always prided herself on her discipline, her control. And yet, standing here, in front of him, she felt that control slipping away like sand through her fingers.

"You're quiet," he remarked, his tone mockingly soft as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. "No protests? No righteous fury? Or maybe... you're too embarrassed to admit how much you're enjoying this?"

Grayfia clenched her jaw, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. She wouldn't let him see just how much his words affected her, how deeply his touch ignited something dark and dangerous within her. She had been a servant of the Gremory household for centuries, bound by duty and honor, but this... this was something she hadn't prepared for.

"Nothing to say?" Izashi chuckled softly, his fingers curling around her waist as he pulled her closer, his breath hot against her neck. "That's fine. You'll have plenty of time to speak later."

Before she could even think of responding, Izashi effortlessly scooped her into his arms. Grayfia's eyes widened in surprise, but before she could react, his hands were already roaming her body—one slipping to cup her ass while the other fondled her breasts. The sensation of his strong, possessive grip sent another wave of heat through her, and she bit her lip, determined not to make a sound.

"Such a perfect body," Izashi murmured, his voice low as he carried her out of the room. His golden eyes gleamed with satisfaction, clearly enjoying the way her body responded to his every touch. "It's a shame you've been wasting it on Sirzechs all this time."

Grayfia's mind whirled. How had she ended up in this situation? As they moved through the corridors of the mansion, she tried to focus, to come up with a way to stop this, but Izashi's power was overwhelming, clouding her thoughts. He was stronger than her—physically, magically, in every way that mattered. Fighting back would be futile, and she knew it.

Before long, they arrived at a secluded part of the Gremory mansion, a room that was eerily familiar to her. Grayfia's heart sank as she realized where they were. This was the same room she had shared countless nights with Sirzechs, her husband and the leader of the devils. But now, it felt different. Darker. The air was thick with a magical energy she hadn't noticed before.

Her eyes widened as she realized what it was. Izashi had erected a barrier—an invisible, impenetrable shield that would block out any sound or magical aura. No one would know what happened here. No one would hear her.

"You recognize it, don't you?" Izashi's voice broke through her thoughts as he gently laid her down on the bed. "This barrier? I made sure it's perfect. No one will disturb us."

Grayfia's mouth felt dry as she stared up at him. She wanted to say something, to protest, but the words wouldn't come. Her body felt heavy, her mind clouded by the oppressive energy radiating from him.

Izashi leaned over her, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, "From now on, you'll pretend everything is normal. You'll stay with Sirzechs, keep up appearances for the sake of the devil world. But when I call for you... you'll come to me."

His hand slid down her body, squeezing her thigh as he added, "No more touching Sirzechs. You're mine now."

Grayfia's heart pounded in her chest as she tried to process his words. Was he serious? Did he truly expect her to betray Sirzechs like this? Her mind screamed at her to resist, to fight back, but her body... her body was betraying her.

Izashi's hands moved with deliberate slowness, caressing her skin as he spoke again. "Twice a week. That's all I ask. You'll come to me, let me have my way with you... and in return, I'll make sure Sirzechs stays alive."

Grayfia's breath caught. The threat was clear. If she refused, if she tried to resist, Izashi would kill Sirzechs without hesitation. And the thought of the devil world without its leader, without its balance... it terrified her.

"I know what you're thinking," Izashi said softly, his hands never stopping as they explored her body. "You think you can find a way out of this. Maybe tell Sirzechs, maybe warn the others. But let me make one thing very clear, Grayfia... I don't fear him. I don't fear any of them. I could kill Sirzechs and the other Satans without breaking a sweat. But the chaos that would follow..."

He trailed off, his fingers brushing against her core, making her gasp. "I'd rather not deal with that kind of mess. Too much politics, too much hassle. So you'll play your part, won't you?"

Grayfia swallowed hard, her mind racing as she tried to find a way out of this. But the more she thought, the more trapped she felt. Izashi's power was absolute, and any attempt to defy him would only end in disaster. For Sirzechs. For the devil world.

"Good," Izashi murmured, sensing her surrender. "I knew you'd understand."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against hers in a possessive kiss before pulling away. "But enough talk," he said, his voice dropping to a low, husky tone. "It's time for some fun."

Grayfia's body tensed as he began undressing her, his hands working with expert precision. Her uniform fell away, piece by piece, until she was left in nothing but her purple bra and panties. Even that didn't last long. With a flick of his wrist, Izashi removed her bra, freeing her large breasts as he stared down at her with an almost predatory gaze.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his hands caressing her breasts before leaning down to take one of her nipples into his mouth. Grayfia gasped, her back arching as his tongue flicked over her sensitive skin. She bit her lip, trying to suppress the moan that threatened to escape her.

He was skilled, too skilled. Every touch, every movement was designed to break her down, to make her body submit to him. And it was working. Grayfia could feel her resolve crumbling with each passing second, her body betraying her as waves of pleasure coursed through her.

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