"W-What? Seriously? He's not feeling anything?" Raynare hissed, glaring down at Naruto as she grabbed his head and then shoved it into her large, bubbly ass cheeks. She grinded against him, her firm rear jiggling as Naruto's face was consumed by her flesh, but there was no reaction. He just pulled his face back with a bored look, a complete lack of interest on his face as his cock stayed soft and useless. The fallen angel, who had once reduced him to a drooling, mindless mess with her body, was now met with nothing but indifference.
"This... this can't be right. He's just tired! Let me try!" Mittelt declared, pushing Raynare out of the way. The small, flat-chested fallen angel then grabbed Naruto's soft cock, her small hand wrapping around the limp flesh as she started to stroke it. She leaned in, her lips parting in a seductive pout as she brought them closer to his. Just as she was about to kiss him, Naruto turned his head to the side, pulling back with a bored sigh.
"I'm not interested," he said, his tone flat and devoid of any of the desperation or lust he once had.
Mittelt froze, a look of shock and disbelief on her face. She, who had once made him her plaything, her personal mount, was now being rejected. Utterly, completely, and embarrassingly rejected.
"Let me handle this," Kalawarner said, a confident smirk on her face. The buxom, blue-haired fallen stood in front of him, her firm, round ass descending upon his face. She sat down, her full weight settling on him, using him like a piece of furniture, a human stool.
"There's no way he can resist this," she declared, her tone dripping with a smug confidence. She then raised her foot, her stiletto heel hovering over his soft cock. With a deliberate, almost casual motion, she brought it down, stomping on the limp flesh.
Naruto's cock twitched, a small, almost imperceptible reaction to the sharp, stinging pain. But it didn't grow hard. It remained soft, useless.
"Get... off," he mumbled, his voice muffled by the flesh of her ass. His hands came up, not to push her away in a panicked struggle, but to simply tap her thigh, a gesture of mild annoyance, like trying to get a cat off your lap.
Kalawarner's smirk faltered. She stared down at him, a look of disbelief on her face. She had been so sure of her power, so confident in her ability to dominate him with her sheer, overwhelming size. But now, she was being met with nothing but boredom and mild irritation. The power dynamic had shifted so dramatically that she couldn't comprehend it. The man who had once been a whimpering, desperate mess at their feet was now... unimpressed. Utterly and completely unimpressed.
A soft, musical giggle cut through the tense, confused silence. Rias stepped forward, her magnificent form a vision of overwhelming, predatory beauty. She glanced at the struggling fallen angels, a look of cool, almost bored contempt in her eyes. Then, her gaze landed on Naruto.
The effect was instantaneous.
His bored expression vanished, replaced by a look of hazy, loving adoration. His eyes, which had been dull and lifeless a moment ago, now burned with a feverish, almost fanatical devotion. His cock, which had been soft and useless under Kalawarner's foot, gave a mighty throb, rising to its full, impressive length in a single instant. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, a sound of pure worship. The three fallen bodies couldn't sway him, but just the sight of Rias, even in her Kuoh Academy uniform and completely clothed, was enough to turn him into a lust-filled pet.
"See?" Rias purred, her lips curving into a triumphant, cruel smirk. She reached out, her long, slender fingers gently tracing the line of his jaw. He leaned into her touch like a starved animal seeking affection, a pathetic, whimpering sound escaping his lips. "He is completely and utterly in love. Addicted. His mind, his body, his very soul... they all belong to me now. No other woman stands a chance. Not even you pathetic, little fallen sluts."
She looked over at the fallen angels, her blue eyes gleaming with a dangerous, mocking light. The three of them stood there, a picture of shocked, insecure defeat. Raynare, with her proud, arrogant demeanor, now looked small and lost. Mittelt, who had always been so confident in her ability to dominate him with her sadistic streak, now looked like a child who had her favorite toy taken away. And Kalawarner, who had always relied on her massive tits and ass to control men, now looked like a woman who had just been told her most prized assets were worthless.
They were a trio of broken, insecure fallen angels, and the sight was a potent aphrodisiac for Rias.
"Of course," she continued, her tone a condescending, almost sympathetic purr that was laced with a cruel, sadistic glee, "I should do more testing to ensure he's completely loyal. So, I'll give you a chance."
Rias stepped forward, her shadow falling over the three fallen angels in the Occult Research Clubroom. Naruto looked at her with an adoring, worshipful gaze, his hard cock a clear, undeniable sign of his devotion.
"I'll give you a chance," she repeated, her lips curving into a wicked, predatory smirk. "You can do whatever you want to him. Use your bodies, your magic, your skills. Use every trick you know. If you can make him cum... if you can make him even lose an ounce of control for you... I'll release you. I'll let you go. You'll be free again."
The offer hung in the air, a tantalizing, almost too-good-to-be-true promise of freedom. Raynare's eyes widened, a flicker of her old, arrogant confidence sparking within her. Mittelt's lips curled into a sly, sadistic smirk. And Kalawarner's massive tits heaved with a deep, determined breath. They had a chance. A chance to reclaim their power, to prove their superiority.
"But," Rias added, her tone dropping to a low, dangerous growl that was laced with a mocking amusement, "if you fail... you'll belong to me. Forever. You'll be my slaves, my playthings, my property. And you'll serve me, and my peerage, until the end of your days. No matter what the Grigori offer, you won't be leaving your place as my slaves ever."
She then turned her attention to Naruto, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips.
"And you," she cooed, her voice a silken, seductive poison that was laced with a smug satisfaction. "You will be a good boy, won't you? You will resist them. You will show them who you truly belong to. Because if you fail... if you cum for them... I will be very, very disappointed. And you wouldn't want to disappoint your goddess, would you?"
Naruto's response was immediate, a desperate, frantic shaking of his head. He looked at her, his eyes burning with a feverish, almost fanatical devotion. The thought of disappointing her, of earning her displeasure, was a fate worse than death. He was hers, and he would prove it.
The fallen angels didn't waste a second. They moved with a renewed, desperate energy, a coordinated attack of seduction and domination.
"You pathetic mutt," Raynare taunted, her voice a sharp, cutting lash that was laced with a condescending amusement. She grabbed Naruto by the hair, her grip tight and punishing. She yanked his head back, forcing him to look at her. "You think you're in love with that red-headed slut? You're nothing. You're a toy. And you're going to learn your place."
She then turned around, sticking out her firm, round ass. She backed up, her pale, perfect flesh descending upon his face. She sat down, her full weight settling on him as she forced him onto his back, creating a suffocating, yet arousing pressure that was a clear, unspoken declaration of her dominance.
"Look at this," she taunted, her voice muffled by the flesh of her own ass. "It's firm, it's round, and it's made for breaking mutts like you."
Naruto didn't react. He didn't struggle. He didn't whimper. He just lay there, a bored, unimpressed look on his face, as if Raynare's magnificent rear was nothing more than a slightly uncomfortable cushion. His cock, which had been a towering monument of arousal for Rias, started to soften a bit.
"He's not responding," Raynare hissed, a note of disbelief and frustration in her voice.
"Let me try," Mittelt declared, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. She stomped over to him as Raynare rose, her small, delicate feet a blur of motion. She then brought her foot down, a sharp stomp on his chest.
"You still remember these, don't you, mutt?" she taunted, her tone dripping with a condescending amusement. "You still remember how they felt trampling you, don't you? How they made you whimper and plead? You liked it, didn't you? You pathetic little foot-freak."
She then raised her foot and brought it down again, this time on his stomach. He didn't even flinch. He just looked at her, a bored, indifferent look on his face. She then brought her foot up, her small, delicate toes wiggling in front of his face.
"Lick it," she commanded, her tone sharp and clear. "Lick my foot. Show me you remember your place."
Naruto's gaze drifted past her wiggling toes, past her smirking face, and landed on Rias. She smirked and then gave him a light nod. He took it as a sign of approval and then looked back at Mittelt's foot. He leaned forward, his tongue darting out, and he gave her small, delicate toes a slow, tentative lick.
Mittelt's smirk widened. She had him. She had broken through. Or so she thought.
He licked again, and again, his movements slow and mechanical. There was no passion, no desire, no desperation in his actions. It was a chore, a boring, tedious task that he was performing with the enthusiasm of a man washing dishes. In this case, the fishes were Mittelt's foot, but his usual eagerness was completely gone.
"That's... not the reaction I was hoping for," Mittelt stammered, a flicker of doubt in her piercing eyes. She pulled her foot back, a look of frustration on her face.
"Of course not," Kalawarner said, a confident smirk on her face. She stepped forward, her massive tits jiggling with each step. "You need a real woman to get him going. You need a pair of tits that can actually make a man feel something."
She stopped in front of him, her hands coming up to cup her own massive breasts. She squeezed them together, the heavy, fleshy globes pressing into a warm, soft prison that was a perfect, alluring target. She started to sway, a slow, hypnotic rhythm that made her massive tits jiggle and bounce in a mesmerizing dance.
"Look at these, mutt," she taunted, her lips curving into a sly, confident smirk. "You know you want them. You know you want to bury your face in them, to lose yourself in their soft, warm embrace. They're so much better than Mittelt's pathetic little A-cups, aren't they?"
Mittelt's jaw tightened, a flash of anger in her eyes, but she held her tongue. They were a team, so she knew Kalawarner was just saying that to try and get a rise out of Naruto.
Naruto watched the bouncing tits, a bored, unimpressed look on his face. He'd seen better. He'd seen the best. And she was standing right across the room, a smug, triumphant smirk on her lips.
"He's not reacting," Kalawarner hissed, a note of disbelief and frustration in her voice. "What's wrong with him? Is he broken?"
"He's not broken," Rias's voice was a cool, calm purr that cut through the tense, confused silence. "He's just... upgraded. He's no longer interested in cheap, knock-off brands. He only wants the real thing."
She then snapped her fingers.
SNAP!
The sound was a sharp, commanding crack that echoed in the silent clubroom.
Naruto's head snapped up, his gaze immediately locking onto Rias. A look of hazy, loving adoration spread across his face. The bored, indifferent look vanished, replaced by a look of feverish, almost fanatical devotion. His cock, which had been growing softer under the actions of the three fallen, snapped back to its full attention.
The three fallen angels stared, a look of shock and disbelief on their faces. They had been trying everything they had, using every trick they knew to break him, to make him react, but a simple snap of Rias's fingers had done what they could not.
"He... he really is completely in love with her," Mittelt stammered, a note of defeat in her voice. The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, a humiliation so profound that it made her entire being burn with a cold, impotent rage.
"Of course he is," Rias purred, a triumphant smirk on her lips. "But please, continue your pathetic attempts. It's... amusing."
She then leaned against her desk, her arms crossed under her magnificent breasts, a picture of calm, unconcerned superiority. She watched them, a look of amusement in her eyes, as if she were watching a play, a performance put on for her entertainment.
The desperation in the fallen angels' movements was now palpable. This wasn't just about dominance anymore, but instead, it was about their very freedom, and their very souls.
"Fine," Raynare snarled, her pride warring with the fear of eternal servitude. She dropped to her knees, her movements stiff and jerky. She looked at Naruto's hard cock, which was still pointed at Rias like a divining rod of devotion. The thought of putting it in her mouth, of servicing the man she had once so completely dominated, was a bitter pill to swallow. But the alternative... the alternative was unthinkable.
She leaned forward, her small, delicate hand wrapping around the aching shaft. She gave it a few tentative strokes, her movements awkward and clumsy. She then leaned in, her small, pink tongue darting out, and she gave the engorged head a slow, tentative lick.
Naruto didn't even flinch. He didn't moan. He didn't even look down. His gaze was locked on Rias, a look of hazy, loving adoration in his eyes. It was as if Raynare's touch was nothing, a meaningless, insignificant sensation that was barely worth noticing.
Raynare's cheeks flushed with a hot, burning shame. She had never felt so... useless. So insignificant. She redoubled her efforts, her movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around the engorged head, and she started to suck, a frantic, desperate motion that was a clear, unspoken plea for a reaction.
Still nothing.
"I'll try a different approach," Mittelt declared, her lips curving into a sly, sadistic smirk. She strode over to the oblivious Naruto, and then she grabbed his face, her small, firm grip forcing him to look at her. She then leaned in, her lips crashing against his in a desperate, almost violent kiss.
She poured all of her frustration, all of her anger, all of her desperate need into the kiss. She bit his lower lip, a sharp, stinging pain that was meant to elicit a reaction, to break through the fog of his devotion.
Naruto's response was to simply turn his head, breaking the kiss with a bored, indifferent expression. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, a small, dismissive gesture that was a final, devastating blow to Mittelt's pride.
Mittelt froze, a look of shock and disbelief on her face. She, who had once made him her plaything, her personal mount, was now being rejected. Utterly and completely. She stumbled back, a look of defeat in her eyes.
"It's no use," she stammered, her voice a choked, pathetic whisper. "He's... he's a statue. He only has eyes for her."
"Don't give up yet," Kalawarner declared, a note of desperate determination in her voice. She stepped forward, her movements fluid and confident. She turned around, sticking out her massive, round ass. She started to shake it, a slow, hypnotic rhythm that made the heavy, fleshy globes jiggle and bounce in a mesmerizing, yet pathetic display.
"Look at this, mutt," she taunted, her voice a desperate, pleading command. "You know you want it. You know you want to grab it, to squeeze it, to lose yourself in its warm, soft embrace. It's the best you'll ever get. Better than anything that red-headed slut can offer you."
Naruto's gaze drifted from Rias's face to Kalawarner's jiggling rear. He watched for a moment, a bored, analytical look on his face, as if he were examining a piece of art in a museum. His cock, which was still hard and throbbing with devotion for Rias, gave a single, almost imperceptible twitch. A small, half-hearted acknowledgment of the effort, but nothing more. Then, his gaze drifted back to Rias, and the look of hazy, adoring worship returned.
Kalawarner's movements faltered, a fresh wave of shame washing over her. She had always been proud of her body, of her ability to dominate men with her sheer, overwhelming size. But now, she was being met with nothing but bored indifference. The power dynamic had shifted so dramatically that she couldn't comprehend it. The man who had once been a whimpering, desperate mess at their feet was now... unimpressed. Utterly and completely unimpressed.
A soft, musical laugh cut through the tense, defeated silence. Rias pushed herself off the desk, her movements fluid and graceful. She walked towards the trio of defeated fallen angels, a picture of overwhelming, predatory beauty.
"See?" she purred, her lips curving into a cruel, triumphant smirk. "I told you. He's completely and utterly devoted to me. Your bodies, your skills, your pathetic attempts at seduction... they mean nothing to him. You're nothing but a cheap, fading memory. A boring, uninteresting distraction from the one true goddess in his life."
She stopped in front of them, her towering form casting a long shadow over their kneeling, defeated forms.
"It's... It's pathetic, really," Rias continued, her tone a condescending, almost sympathetic purr that was laced with a cruel, sadistic glee. "Did you really think you could compete? And now, the game is over."
She then looked down at them, a cold, calculating light in her eyes.
"On your hands and knees," she commanded, her tone a sharp, cutting lash that was laced with a smug satisfaction. "All of you. Form a line. Present yourselves to your master."
The fallen angels complied, their movements slow and stiff, a clear, unspoken sign of their humiliation. They knelt before her, their heads bowed, their asses presented to the room like a trio of offerings. They were a picture of broken, defeated submission, a clear, undeniable testament to the overwhelming power of the House of Gremory.
Rias walked behind them, her movements fluid and graceful. She stopped behind Raynare, the proud leader who had been reduced to a whimpering, kneeling slave. She raised her hand and then brought it down in a sharp, stinging slap that made the fallen angel's firm, round ass jiggle.
CRACK!
"You, Naruto-kun," Rias purred, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. "She still has some fight in her. Some pathetic, leftover spark of pride. I want you to fuck it out of her. I want you to remind her of her new place."
Naruto's eyes widened, a look of hazy, loving adoration still on his face. He looked from Rias's triumphant form to the kneeling form of Raynare, a flicker of confusion in his eyes.
"You can look wherever you want," Rias cooed, her voice a silken, seductive poison that was laced with a cruel, sadistic glee. "But... if you look down at her, if you even glance at the pathetic slut you're fucking one time... I will set them free."
The room went silent. The three fallen angels froze, a collective gasp of disbelief escaping their lips. This was it. This was their chance. A path to freedom that was built on their own humiliation.
Raynare's back stiffened, a flicker of hope in her eyes. She clenched her ass cheeks, a small movement that was a clear challenge. She would make him look. She would use her body, her skills, her very being, to force his gaze upon her, to win their freedom.
Naruto walked forward, a slow, deliberate motion that was a clear, unspoken declaration of his devotion. He stopped behind Raynare, his gaze still locked with Rias' eyes. He could feel the heat radiating from her body, a sweet, intoxicating warmth that made his head spin. He reached down, his hands wrapping around her small, firm waist. He lined himself up, the engorged head of his cock pressing against the tight, wet entrance of her pussy.
Raynare braced herself, a desperate, determined gleam in her eyes. She would make him look. She would make him cum. She would save them all.
He pushed forward, sinking into her with a slow, steady thrust. The feeling was incredible. She was tight, a hot, wet glove that gripped him like a vice. He moaned, a long, low sound of pure pleasure. But he didn't look down. He kept his gaze locked on Rias, a look of hazy, adoring worship in his eyes.
"Pathetic, isn't it?" Rias purred, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. She looked down at the three fallen angels, a picture of broken, defeated submission. She then raised her foot, her black shoe descending upon the polished wooden floor like a gavel's strike.
"Kiss it," she commanded, her tone a sharp, cutting lash that was laced with a smug satisfaction. "All of you. Worship your master."
Raynare's jaw tightened, a moan escaping her as Naruto pounded into her pussy and made her ass ripple, but she leaned forward. A small, almost imperceptible nod of submission. She leaned forward, her long, dark hair falling around her face like a curtain, and she pressed her lips against the cool, hard leather of Rias's shoe. The contact was electric, a jolt of pure submission that made her entire body tremble.
Mittelt and Kalawarner followed suit, their movements slow and stiff, a clear, unspoken sign of their humiliation. They kissed the shoe, their lips pressing into the cold, hard leather with a desperate, worshipful fervor. They were slaves, and they were worshiping the ground their master walked on.
Naruto watched, a look of hazy, loving adoration in his eyes. He wasn't looking at the three fallen angels, at their writhing, moaning forms. He was looking at Rias's foot. At the perfect, elegant curve of her ankle. At the delicate, almost fragile arch of her foot. He was looking at it with a look of longing, with a desperate, aching need to be the one who was kissing it, to be the one who was worshiping it.
Rias giggled again, a soft, musical sound that was laced with a cruel, sadistic glee. She could see the longing in his eyes, the desperate, pleading gaze that was fixed on her foot.
"It's so clear what you truly want, Naruto-kun," she purred, her lips curving into a wicked, dominant smirk. She then slowly turned around, her movements fluid and graceful. She lifted her skirt, revealing the perfect, massive globes of her ass, encased in a pair of black, lacy panties that did little to hide their sheer, overwhelming size and shape.
The sight was a revelation. It was a vision of overwhelming, suffocating perfection that made the three fallen angels feel small and insecure, a potent, heady drug that made Rias's head spin with power. Naruto moaned loudly, a strangled, desperate sound that was a clear, unspoken plea for release. The sight of Rias's perfect rear was a catalyst, a final, devastating push that sent him over the edge.
"You can cum," Rias commanded, her tone a calm, authoritative word that was a clear order.
The command was a final, devastating push. He was on the edge, a desperate, whimpering mess who was about to cum. He was so close, so desperate for release, but the fear of losing Rias's approval, of breaking the rules of her game, was a powerful, all-consuming force that had kept him from going over the edge. But now, she had given him permission. She had given him the gift of release.
With a strangled gasp, Naruto came.
A thick, hot rope of cum shot from the tip of his cock, splattering against the tight, wet walls of Raynare's pussy. Another followed, then another, a seemingly endless flood of pleasure and submission that filled the proud, fallen angel with a sticky, messy declaration of his allegiance to Rias Gremory. His body convulsed, a violent, shuddering spasm against the soft, female flesh that imprisoned him, and a strangled, guttural cry was swallowed by the cool clubroom air.
When it was over, he was nothing. A hollowed-out shell, panting and twitching, as he slumped to the floor, completely and utterly spent. He had just experienced a soul-shattering orgasm, an explosive release that had left him weak in the knees and shaky in the limbs, but he had not once looked at the woman he was inside. His eyes, from the moment Rias had lifted her skirt, had been locked onto her magnificent, jiggling rear, a look of hazy, loving adoration in his gaze.
Raynare, on the other hand, was a mess. She collapsed forward, her forehead resting against the cool, polished wood of the floor, her body trembling with the aftershocks of the rough, indifferent fucking. Her mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The pleasure, a raw, intense heat that was still pulsing through her, was a clear, undeniable sign of her body's betrayal. But the humiliation... the humiliation was a cold, crushing weight that was far more devastating. She had been used. Fucked. Filled. And all while the man who was doing it was staring at another woman, completely and utterly oblivious to her existence. She had been reduced to a living, breathing fleshlight, a nameless, faceless hole for him to empty himself into. The thought was a bitter pill to swallow, a humiliation so profound that it made her entire being burn with a cold, impotent rage. But underneath the rage, a small, treacherous spark of arousal flickered, a dark, shameful thrill at the sheer, overwhelming power dynamics at play.
"Good. I think that's enough testing for now," Rias hummed, casually stepping forward as she used Raynare's body like a step, pushing her show into the fallens' backs before stepping over her to be in front of Naruto. She paused, turning around again as she raised her skirt, and let her massive cheeks flop out in front of Naruto, "Kiss."
Naruto obeyed, leaning forward with a beastly desperation as he kissed and worshiped her ass, and Rias just smirked down at him.
Her plan with Grayfia had worked, and Naruto's sole devotion was secured.
Chapter End
Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed. I had to take a hiatus, but I am back. There are 5 more chapters on Subscribestar.adult/Nappar