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Longing of a Half-Vampire	By : MysticExarch Category: +G to L > Highschool DxD Views: 34326 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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            Issei pushed open the ornate wooden doors to the massive bedroom that served as his harem’s lust chamber, a wide smirk on his handsome face.
            It was orgy night.
            The Red Dragon Emperor could barely contain his excitement as he painfully waited for the doors to creak open, a tent already forming under his Hugh Heffner-esque bathrobe. Tonight was the first time a certain new lover of his would officially participate in his harem. Issei supposed that one could accuse House Gremory of over-dramatism, but that was just the way everyone liked it.
            It had been agreed upon beforehand that this occasion would serve as an induction ceremony, of sorts, for the new member. They were to be treated as the guest of honor: a gesture of empathy and kindness to the person who had, until recently, been unintentionally shut out of a world to which they belonged. After tonight, House Gremory (or as Issei liked to think of it, his personal fuck toy playground) would be one, big, happy, sex-obsessed family.
            After what seemed to be a frustratingly long time, the stupid doors finally swung all the way open with deep boom. Issei held his chin high he stepped into the room and absorbed its ambiance.
            The decoration was nice. A symphony of colors, mainly various shades of red and pink, carefully chosen and arranged to best stimulate lustful thoughts, was displayed throughout the room. Decorative vases crammed with roses rested on end tables and nightstands, while more flower petals were cast about the carpeted floors and silky bedsheets. The smell of sakura petals, roses, and other flowers Issei did not know the names of intermingled within the room, creating an intoxicating, heady aroma that was impossible to describe.
            Issei barely registered any of this, though. The decorations were not so much for him as they were for all his women…or rather, all his women, and one ‘half-woman’. As such, he chose to totally ignore the sights and smells of the environment in favor for the eight specific creations of beauty for which he cared for most in all the world.
            Spread out before him, about halfway across the room, in two semicircles, were the original members of his harem: Rias, Akeno, Asia, Koneko, Xenovia, Irina, and Rossweisse.
            Issei’s eyes fell over the circle on his left. They evidently hadn’t noticed his entrance quite yet, so he took his time scrutinizing them, drinking in the sheer, heart-throbbing, tear-glistening power of their beauty and sexuality.
            Rias, as usual, was dressed in a bombshell lingerie-and-panty set that matched the vibrant red color of her hair. She stood regally, proudly displaying her assets without shame, as Issei felt a beautiful woman ought to. Thought it was hard at times for Rias to maintain an authoritative presence outside of combat and other official devil business (which was understandable, given that Issei could near-instantly get her on her knees in front of him, obediently polishing his cock with her mouth, through nothing more than the simple act of unbuckling his pants and whipping it out), she refused to let it show. Issei admired and respected that about her, just as his own lack of cunning and administrative skill compelled him to respect her abilities. But when it came to sex…well, it was glaringly obvious who everyone agreed the alpha was.
It wasn’t all dominance and submission between them, though: Rias had been his first kiss, his first love, his first…well, everything to do with boobs, pretty much. He would always feel a pang of nostalgia for those early days when he was uninitiated to sex and Rias was everything to him. It had been hard to leave all that behind when he discovered his own sexual power and the roles they each played had taken a radical flip-flop. Issei thought it was better this way, though: he preferred spreading his love among all his women equally and moving away from his childish narrow-mindedness. He loved each of his partners in different ways and for different reasons. He supposed that his relationship with Rias was characterized by the past, and by contradictions: she was his first girlfriend, his teacher, his boss in devil duties, and his willing plaything in sex.
With that thought, Issei let his gaze slide over to Akeno. If his connection to Rias was all solid bonds and external contradictions, hers was the opposite. Akeno was a woman of change, fluidity, and internal contradictions. She was the self-proclaimed ‘ultimate sadist’, but also an ultimate masochist. A hardcore dominant, but also a whimpering submissive. And while all the women in his harem were interested in playing with other females to some degree or another (a fact for which Issei constantly thanked Lucifer for), Akeno was the only who could be said to be a true bisexual.
Her sexuality and sex roles constantly shifted in accordance to her whims; Issei noticed that her outfit was a plain indication of that. The last orgy night, he had seen her wearing a deliciously slutty look: smoky-eye makeup, a black fetish collar imprinted with the phrase ‘cock slut’, a pair of panties that read ‘fuck me’, and other over-the-top gear. Today, though, the queen of thunder wore the opposite: a stereotypical dominatrix outfit. And if the strap-on he saw tucked in the corner was any indication, Akeno wanted to find a willing female to plow once her lust for him had been quenched.
Issei suppressed a chuckle. It was fine with him. Hell, he’d even be ok with it if Akeno wanted to get a little controlling with him, too. At heart, Issei knew he was nothing more than a sex-pervert. Being dominant was his preference, but ‘pretending to be submissive’ was a flavor he enjoyed tasting on rare occasions with Akeno.
At the moment, the woman in question was whispering heatedly with Rias. It sounded like they might have been arguing. Perhaps Rias was the one she was eying to fuck later that night. It made a certain kind of sense: their relationship was about love as much as it was hate. Competitions over him frequently became lesbian sex-competitions between the two big-boobed goddesses instead, freeing him up to fuck someone else’s neglected holes while he watched.
Next in line was Asia. Some people claimed that the religious girls were secretly the most kinky, due to repression. Issei found it hard to imagine anyone being kinkier than Akeno, though, and at least in this case, he was right. Asia was the type of woman you could count on to always be up for wholesome lovemaking, as opposed to the rough, animalistic fuckings he frequently had with the other women (Akeno especially). This was fine with Issei. The way he felt about Asia could best be described as ‘protective’. In truth, he looked at her like a little sister. If he had his way, they wouldn’t have had sex at all, but in all honesty, that was a dream as naïve and innocent as she was. It was a very good thing, Issei mused, that she was an *adopted* sibling.
Asia looked up at him, a bubbly smile emanating from her gorgeous face even as she blushed cutely from being as exposed as she was. Issei grinned back and returned her demure wave before he let his eyes move downward and eye-fuck her body. Her petite, yet developed form was clothed in nothing but a pure, white set of panties. Bland, but oddly comforting. Sometimes vanilla was a good taste after all, and he loved her for being able to provide it for him. Issei knew she would always be there for him, his most loyal and subservient (not counting the slutty kind of subservient) lover. A divine maid, a perfect virgo. Perhaps Asia should have been a literal angel like Irina.
Issei wanted to linger, but he also wanted to get a good look at everyone before they noticed him (Asia knew that and wouldn’t say anything). That’s why his gaze slipped to Koneko next.
Ah, Koneko. Issei had to pinch himself at times to remind himself that he wasn’t dreaming: the tsundere ex-loli girl who had used to punch him through walls (deservedly, he thought, looking back on it) for doing perverted things was now one of the gorgeous babes who begged to have their dick inside them on a regular basis. Even more ironic was the fact that this white-haired, fiery beauty was the one who had taken his virginity. Yes, that’s right: it had not been Akeno, Asia, or even Rias. It had been Koneko-chan, nearly insane with nekomata pheromones in a state of heat, who had pinned him down and ruthlessly impaled herself on his pole one day when no one else was around, and promptly cried her eyes out right after because she thought she’d raped him.
Issei would always owe her an immense debt of gratitude for that. She had awakened within him not only his confidence at fucking and made him a man, but also gifted him with emotional maturity. No one Issei had ever met in his life, and likely would ever meet, could be more in need of a perpetual hug than poor, emotionally-scarred Koneko. She had taught him how to be affectionate, and it was this pleasure that defined their relationship. No one could be more affectionate, nor animalistically cock-hungry, than Koneko’s new personality, and Issei felt touched that she reserved these emotions exclusively for him.
At the moment, Koneko was too busy staring lustfully at another person in the room whom Issei did not quite want to look at just yet. He refocused on her, noting that she, too was clad in nothing but white underwear and her classic set of cat hairpins, her cute little A cup nubs erect and bare for all to see. It was fitting.
Issei flicked his eyes over to the semi-circle on his right, this one composed of three women instead of four. The first that he saw was Xenovia.
Ah, Xenovia. The completely naked, blue-maned, baby-obsessed warrior was as good with a man’s ‘sword’ as she was with her actual weapons. Out of everyone, she was the girl who made him cum the fastest, hands down. When he wanted a quickie, a formal fuck without any attachments, she was the perfect person. Her straight-forward, robotic attitude about getting ‘regular breeding practice’ from him was arousing as all hell.
Issei knew, though, that her real aim was simply to receive as much potent seed as possible for its own sake; that, in fact, Xenovia was an obsessive cum slut. The evidence was mounting: for one, he’d found birth control pills in her room. Secondly, there was the fact that everyone else could agree that Xenovia had clearly climaxed from nothing more than a bukkake ‘that one time’. And lastly, the fact that she was the house ‘cleaner’: her self-imposed duty at these orgies was to service everyone with her mouth, cleaning Issei’s cum not only from his cock, but from the girls’ various creampied holes, as well as lick it up from their bodies. She claimed it was to ‘verify the continuing quality of Issei’s cum for later reproduction’. No one wanted to destroy the open secret by calling her out on the implausibility of that claim.
There was possibly more too it, as well: a very drunk Irina had once told him that the reason she and Xenovia had so many ‘girls nights’ was that they were secretly reliving their teenage days of experimentation, in which they’d constantly been fingering, making out, and 69’ing when the other priests weren’t watching. It made sense: Issei had seen Xenovia ‘accidentally’ flick someone’s clit with her tongue while sucking Issei’s jizz out of her pussy plenty of times. But, if the girl wanted to have her secrets, Issei was happy to oblige.
Next up was Irina herself, who has just as naked as Xenovia.
There wasn’t too much to say about the half-angel beauty. She was both hot and sociable, just like every other woman in the harem. He enjoyed her company even though he didn’t know much about her. He suspected that Xenovia, who had undoubtedly tasted Irina’s pussy more times than Issei had even seen her, and Archangel Michael, whom it was rumored Irina was getting fucked by on a regular basis, knew her better than he did. It was a shame, really, but what was there do to about it? Irina was a friend, but not as close as everyone else. She was, after all, an angel who couldn’t, and didn’t desire to join House Gremory. She was only a part-time member of the harem. Issei knew that, like almost every other woman in the supernatural world who had heard his name, Irina wanted his potent seed for her womb. And she’d have it…one day.
Last, but certainly not least, Issei’s gaze alighted on Rossweisse. The Valkyrie hadn’t had much time to get to know Issei, and he, her. She’d only recently come out of her depression and self-pity (aided, in large part, by Issei’s tender care). And while they’d had occasional sex, the woman chose to remain an enigma. He knew she liked riding his cock cowgirl style and fighting for control like two warriors. Issei liked that about her, liked her stern Viking persona that she brought from the battlefield to the bedroom, even though she was cute and extremely feminine in ordinary situations. Only time would tell him more than this, as their connection had a lot of room to grow.
Issei’s vision panned back so he could take in the whole scene, now. Fourteen luscious, full, juicy breasts divided between seven perfectly symmetrical pairs were bare before him, ripe for the squeezing and sucking and fucking. The nipples were pink and hard, obediently aroused and eager for his touch.
Seven sets of unbelievably tapered and thin waists connected to wide, womanly, child-bearing hips could also be seen. They were statuesque hourglass figures composed of such smooth, pure, glistening-peach skin that Issei wanted to weep at the injustice of them not all being pressed against his body right at that moment. Oh well. At least the time for that would eventually come.
Seven pink, flower-like pussies, each exuding a tantalizing heat from their velvety-smooth and tight depths (Issei would know) that could be felt across the room were also there, concealed by infuriatingly thin pieces of stupid fabric that he would love to rip off with his bare hands. They called to him, and for an instant, Issei wanted to rush over to the cluster of goddesses and find a way to get a finger inside all of them so that he could stroke their most sensitive spots and make the room fill with a chorus of orgastic moans. He fought back the urge, though, reminding himself that the root of true pleasure was anticipation.
Issei forced himself to be content with not only the outline of his lovers’ womanly mounds underneath their frilly little panties, but also their aroma. Ah, the aroma! It was a delectable blend of seven unique flavors, each of which Issei was so well-acquainted with that he could pick them all out individually. Rias’, pleasantly tangy. Akeno’s, bitter but savory. Asia’s, sweet honey. Koneko’s, earthy and primal. Xenovia’s, sharp and tangy. Irina’s, pure and clean. Rossweisse’s, spicy.
Issei took a deep breath, savoring this scented medley that was far more superior than the universe’s finest wines or oils. Hormones flooded his body in response, causing his eyes to turn an ominous shade of emerald.
Not for the first time, Issei likened his harem to a banquet. So many kinds of personalities, sexualities, dynamics, hairstyles, scents, tastes, faces, et cetera. It was perfect…THEY were perfect…and he wouldn’t trade his situation for the world.
While he was lost in thought, the women finally took notice of him.
“Issei-kun!” Irina called out with a cute flourish and wave.
Instantly, the hushed conversation stopped. Rias and Akeno quit their petty squabbling, Koneko tore herself away from her fixation with the eighth figure, and Xenovia snapped to attention as if this were a military inspection.
Issei smiled so wide he thought his jaw would pop off. As always, it did not.
“Girls,” he said huskily, drawing the word out.
Seven pairs of eyeballs were on him, staring intently. Hungrily. Aching for action. As he waited, they drifted down to the bulge in the front of his robe, which was massive and steel-hard by this point. As it turns out, that kind of power is what you get when you have a red dragon gauntlet, boost hundreds of times, and concentrate it all in your sex organs.
Lips were licked, and legs rubbed together in a desperate attempt to provide some means of satiation. Bodies trembled, and slight gasps were heard. They’d all seen Issei’s dick hundreds of times, but even its mere silhouette still inspired awe and sheer, primal desire.
Issei hurriedly disrobed. Meanwhile, only silence pervaded the room. The group had never done things like this before. It was so formal that they had no idea what to do. Normally, everyone pounced on him all at once, and whoever got his dick in one of their holes first was acknowledged as the winner. Even now, Issei could tell that the girls were fighting hard to hold back.
Since he didn’t know what else to say, Issei asked “Is he ready?”
A delay. Every single pair of panties rapidly grew a wet spot, and little drip-drops of succulent female juices could be heard splattering the floor.
“Um…what?” a confused mass of delicate voices all stuttered at once.
Another delay.
Then the room burst into raucous laughter, Issei included.
Once everyone was done hyperventilating to get their breath back and sides had healed, Issei reiterated “So, is he ready? I can’t wait for this.”
“You’ve already had sex with him. It’s not fair, Issei-kun,” Koneko stated flatly, a little hand thrusting inside her panties to stroke her needy opening. “I want…oh, yyyeesss…you…naow.”
“Ara, ara,” Akeno spoke, yanking Koneko’s hand out of her underwear. Her petite digits were glazed with mesmerizing female juices, every single one of them. Koneko looked up at her senpai with an expression of pure, simmering hatred.
Issei could tell she was seriously having trouble restraining herself, if the neko ears and tail that she had instantly sprouted were any indication. Poor Koneko was likely considering punching Akeno through a wall, overwhelming the other girls with her super strength before they could react, and having her way with him.
It wouldn’t be the first time.
            “We agreed to a certain way of doing this, did you forget?” Akeno followed up.
            Koneko opened her mouth, but before she could answer, Akeno impulsively stepped forward and shoved one of Koneko’s fingers into her own greedy mouth. She proceeded to suck every single drop of Koneko’s essence off the digit, while looking down seductively in to the rook’s eyes. The slurping noises she made and the look of rapture alone were enough to silence Koneko, who had no idea how to react. She was a die-hard ‘getting-fucked-in-her-pussy’ kind of girl, and although she didn’t hate lesbian sex, it was hardly her first choice.
            “Shh…it will be okay,” Asia cooed to the half-feline woman, speaking directly into her ear. The blonde then moved behind the slightly shorter girl and gently teased her earlobe with her teeth while massaging a puffy nipple in one hand and patting the pussycat’s needy vagina with the other. “He’ll fuck you nice and hard. Just be patient. I’ll tide you over in the meantime…”
            The energy in the room had undergone an even more profound shift closer towards utter sexual debauchery. If the sexual energy in the room was lightning, half of Japan would have been electrocuted right about then.
            We’re less than a minute into this thing and it’s falling apart already! Issei thought.
It’ll be a fun night for sure.
            The Harem Master shot Asia a look of deep appreciation, which she promptly returned before getting violently sucked in to a fierce, tongue-swapping kiss with Koneko, who, Issei noticed, had already shed her panties and was rocking back and forth wantonly on Asia’s practiced fingers. Meanwhile, Akeno continued to methodically clean the rook’s hand inch by sensual inch, alternating her seductive eye contact between himself and Koneko.
            Apparently Koneko was so fucking horny that she’d decided to take whatever she could most easily get. They were all lucky for that. That girl could be terrifying when she was craving Issei’s dick. Asia had taken an uncharacteristically bold move as well by volunteering to pacify the neko girl’s raging lust.
Issei suspected that it wasn’t the actual girl-on-girl sex she got off on, but merely the fact that by doing it, she’d be indirectly helping him. Asia was just that dedicated. For example, nothing could get her more soaking wet, more mind-bendingly horny, than asking her to dress up in a maid outfit and obey him all day. This kind of roleplay was something they did quite a lot when no one else was around, and it would usually culminate with Issei ordering her down her knees. On several occasions, the obedient blonde had even squirted all over herself from the mere act of bringing Issei to an amazing orgasm, even though she hadn’t once touched herself.
            On the other side of the room, Issei saw Xenovia and Irina eye one another. Clearly, this scene was activating their base urges as well. They began to caress and whisper flirts to one another as they watched the proceedings out of the corners of their eyes.
            That’s fine, Issei decided. Keeps them busy so I can ravage the ass I’m after in piece.
            Rossweisse and Rias seemed like the only ones who had nothing, or more accurately, no one to do. The former was paralyzed by nervousness, as evidenced by her biting her lip and shuffling back and forth with a severe blush. Meanwhile, the latter decided to use the opportunity to take charge.
            “Issei-kun,” Rias said, grabbing his attention with a purposeful jiggle of her breasts, “he is. He’s ready.”
She couldn’t resist putting a red handprint on Akeno’s vulnerable ass as she did so. A ripple reverberated though the raven-haired nympho’s butt cheek, causing the red, Gremory-brand butt plug that was inserted comfortably in her rear hole to jiggle. Akeno moaned into Koneko’s hand in response, flipped off Rias over her shoulder, and reached back to fuss with the disturbed plug.
Issei and Rias shared a giggle at this. It wasn’t so much that the slap had called attention to the plug in her ass, as it wasn’t a symbol of ownership by Rias. If anything, it was a symbol of Issei’s dominance. All the women wore butt plugs like that basically whenever they could. The practice served two key purposes at once: they kept the girl’s perfect butts trained for anal poundings at all times, and it made sure they were constantly horny, reminding them that they should be craving Issei’s shaft every single time they sat down. Issei figured that it must be maddening for them, a thought which set his blood ablaze. The girls knew this, which is why they had agreed to it.
            “Good,” Issei said, nodding. He spread his legs, leaned in, and struck up a lecherous, finger-waggling pose.
            “Wait, Issei-kun!” Rias protested. “I have to give the speech first.”
            “Oh, right,” Issei said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his head.
            Rias walked to the center of the room, just barely managing to tear her eyes from Issei’s cock as she did so.
There, between the two half-circles of horny women, the eighth figure waited with his back turned. A soft, female-cut yukata adorned the person’s body, concealing the sexiness within. All Issei could make out was the back of a head covered in blonde, shoulder-length hair. It was enough to confirm the person’s identity.
            “Issei…” Rias started slowly, speaking loudly and firmly.
            Everyone looked up, still partially distracted by their own activities, but still and attentive for the most part. Despite her precarious position, the thoroughly lewded Koneko paid the most attention, her slitted cat eyes fixated on the eighth figure. Issei thought he perceived curiosity in her gaze.
            “I present to you, the newest member of House Gremory’s Secret Society of Extreme…”
            Rias went silent and put a finger to her lips.
            “Sorry, what did you decide that stupid name was going to be?”
            Akeno finally stopped making love to Koneko’s hand with her mouth. “First of all, it’s not stupid. I didn’t beat you in the blowjob contest so you could disrespect…”
            “Shut up right now, or I swear I’ll promote Issei to Queen permanently!” Rias blurted.
            Akeno giggled, then let out a quiet “Ara ara.”
            “Look, it doesn’t matter,” Issei contributed with a chuckle. “Let’s just do this. The poor guy has waited long enough.”
            Rias sighed in relief. “As you like, Issei. In that case, let me present to you a certain bishop whom we all love very much…
            “GASPER VLADI!”
            Rias undid the yukata, tossed it aside, and gently turned the eighth figure around.
            What Issei saw next was mind-blowing.
            Gasper’s sexy, naked body was right there in front of him: exposed and vulnerable. Despite the semi-hard, small dick protruding from the half-vampire’s groin, Gasper looked very much like he belonged in his current surroundings.
To put it simply, the trap was smoking hot. His hips, waist, legs, and, well, his everything were just as good as any of the biological women in his harem. Gasper was little taller and bigger than he had been when Issei had first met him, but he retained the proportions and slim, effete build of his youth. In fact, Gasper looked impeccably youthful, likely the result of his immortal lineage. His skin was alabaster, his lips plump and crimson; the kind of lips that were meant to suck cock. His hair looked like it had been meticulously cleaned, groomed, and styled; evidence of the care that the women had taken when preparing Gasper for this event.
The irony of it all was that the cute penis and small balls (an oversized clit and external ovaries, really) only enhanced the feminine charm of Gasper’s body. While Issei preferred vaginas and objectively believed them, along with boobs, to be more attractive, he found himself actually enjoying that Gasper was a technically male. In an odd way, Gasper was a purer form of femininity than any woman could ever be. It was if all the essence of what it meant to be feminine was distilled into him, then juxtaposed with (and thereby enhanced by) the obvious ‘maleness’ of his flat chest and genitals.
In short, Gasper’s aesthetic was screaming for a big, hard, alpha dick get shoved up his feminine little butt as quick as someone could do it, whether he consciously desired to send that signal or not.
            Issei strained every muscle to prevent himself from doing something rash. If he wished it, Gasper would be bent over with all nine inches of his dick buried inside him, getting pounded at blinding speed, before anyone could stop him. Oh, the moans that Gasper would be releasing…the thought of it drove Issei mad. And it would all be so easy to restrain him, too. Gasper’s body was physically weak and soft. He was the type of lover who was born to be held down, helplessly, and take cocks up his ass until orgasm after orgasm rocked him into unconsciousness.
            Issei knew that a torrent of pre-cum was leaking from his dick. He could see that Gasper was experiencing something similar, as well. A puddle of girly-smelling cum could be seen at his feet, filling the room with amazing femboy pheromones that did not make it easier to stay calm.
            Look at that, Issei told himself in sheer awe. He wants it so bad! He wants me inside him that much!
            It was true. Gasper writhed in place, his legs buckling under his own weight. His butt wiggled back and forth as if sensing the plug that was no doubt inside him as well and anticipating it would soon be removed and replaced with something better.
            Part of his reaction was undoubtedly nerves, though. Gasper had been taken by Issei several times since the ball during which they’d first discovered their connection. However, here he was, about to get reamed in front of his friends. While it was what Gasper had requested by saying he wanted to be a part of the Harem, Issei knew the bishop could have changed his mind.
            “Gasper,” Issei began in a soft, compassionate voice. “Do you still want this? Are you okay with this?”
            Gasper bit his lip, a gesture which made Issei’s heart thrill.
            “I…” the blonde began. His feminine cock twitched, belying his lust. His eyes swept around the entourage, seeing encouraging glances. The girls blew kisses and waved at him, whispering words of acceptance.
            “I…” Gasper tried again, standing up proudly. He made direct eye contact with Issei. “Yes. I want to be part of your harem, Issei.”
            Before anyone could process those exciting words, Gasper put his hands on his hips and leaned into a seductive pose ripped straight out of a detective noir film’s playbook on “How to be an effective femme fatale”.
            “What are you doing, Issei? You heard me. I accept. Aren’t you going to get over here and take me already? I’m ready for you.”
            A tense, thrumming, silent energy hung over the scene.
            Gasper’s innocent, beautiful eyes met Issei’s, showing confidence, eagerness and love.
            Issei returned the look, smiled warmly, and stepped forward.
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