Another time skip.
Eight years had passed since Rias was born, and she now saw me as an older brother. Of course, only two years remained until she would discover the contract that bound her fate.
Sona had learned of it earlier than intended, overhearing a careless conversation between Serafall and their parents. Since then, we've only met a handful of times. Despite being Rias' constant companion, every time she catches sight of me, she bolts—yet there's always that subtle blush painting her cheeks. I can't help but wonder if Serafall dressing her in magical girl costumes has anything to do with her reactions. That, however, will have to wait. Serafall and Sierra are set to have their first daughters this year, and I have bigger concerns on my mind.
I recently received a report about the attack on Shuri's house. I immediately informed Sierra that there was a strong candidate for Rias' nobility, and she agreed to take her. Another report followed, this time mentioning demons lurking at Fujimai's residence—the mother of Kuroka and Shirone. I wasted no time, warping through space to their location, careful to leave no trace of my demonic magic or celestial energy.
Upon arrival, I witnessed the Naverius family demons launching their assault. Fujimai stood at the center of it, their target, as the attackers aimed to seize her two young nekomatas. With a cold smile, I approached them. Their heads snapped toward me the moment they sensed my presence. I unleashed my power of destruction, obliterating them effortlessly, leaving no evidence of their existence behind.
Kuroka, fiercely protective despite her age, stood defensively in front of her six-year-old sister and their injured mother. She lashed out at me, her magic colliding uselessly with my barriers. I caught her wrists, pulling her close into an embrace meant to soothe rather than overpower. She struggled for a moment before softening in my arms, her fear giving way to trust. I healed Fujimai in front of them, the glow of restoration easing the tension in the room.
Once Fujimai was whole again, both Kuroka and Shirone relaxed. I offered them protection, ensuring that no harm would come to them while I negotiated terms with their mother. Until then, they would remain under my safeguard. Kuroka agreed, her wide eyes filled with both gratitude and suspicion. I took them to my mansion, where Lilith greeted us with a spread of snacks, her gentle smile putting the girls at ease. I had Fujimai rest in a prepared room, then called Grayfia to help the sisters settle in. It seemed they were accustomed to sharing a bed.
Once they were gone, I turned to Lilith with cold resolve. "Prepare a team," I ordered. "Eliminate the remaining members of the Naverius family. However, if there are innocent women or girls, bring them to me as slaves for the household."
Lilith nodded in understanding, her eyes reflecting my determination. I then instructed her to keep an eye on Rizevim. One slip-up from him, and I would not hesitate to end him. But first, it was time to pay a visit to Kuoh, to check in on Cleria. I hadn't heard from her in six months.
Upon reaching Kuoh, Cleria's nobility greeted me, though their nervous glances did little to hide their apprehension. Their tension set me on edge. Soon, one of them rushed off to inform Cleria of my arrival, while the others led me to a waiting room. Time crawled by before the noblewoman returned, offering a flimsy excuse: Cleria was "ill" and unable to meet me.
A lie.
Frustration bubbled beneath my skin, and without hesitation, I pushed past the nobility. They tried to block my path, but I restrained them effortlessly, binding each one with Senju clan wood and adamantine chains laced with powerful sealing magic. With them subdued, I stormed to Cleria's room.
I found her standing by the window, gazing out with a distant, haunted look. Her hand rested protectively on her swollen belly. My heart turned to ice. The woman I had been pursuing for years, separated by kingdoms and responsibilities, now stood before me—pregnant with another man's child.
She heard me enter, her body jolting with surprise as she turned. "Ryan-sama..." Her voice trembled, barely above a whisper. Fear flickered in her eyes as she searched my face.
"Miss Cleria." My words were colder than ice. The betrayal I felt was palpable.
Cleria, sensing my pain, spoke quickly, her words tumbling out in a panicked rush. "It's not what you think, Ryan-sama… Seven months ago, after a meeting with the Church's envoys to discuss peace talks for Kuoh, one of their lead exorcist priests requested a private audience. I thought it was to clarify points of peaceful coexistence…" Her voice cracked, tears welling in her eyes as the memories overtook her. "But then… he attacked me. He pulled out bracelets laced with sacred energy—energy that weakened me. And then…" She broke down, sobbing uncontrollably.
Cleria, now shaking uncontrollably, continued with her story, her voice cracking between sobs.
"That man… he raped my body over and over again. I was powerless, Ryan-sama," she choked out, tears streaming down her face. "Luckily, my nobility realized I had been gone too long. They came looking for me. When they found him…" Her voice quivered. "They saw him violating me and immediately attacked, restraining him before helping me. They removed the sacred bracelets, took me to bathe, and cleaned me up.
"Even then, I didn't think to take a contraceptive. You know how rare it is for a demon woman to conceive—our kind doesn't become pregnant easily," she whispered, resting a trembling hand on her swollen belly. "But fate was cruel to me, and I ended up carrying his child."
Her voice hardened as she spoke of the man's fate. "We interrogated him. He admitted it was all part of a plan to ensure the peace agreement never came to pass. There are many in the Church, especially the priests, who despise the idea of peace between the factions, particularly with demons. When we got all the information we needed, I made sure he suffered before I killed him. I took my time, made his death as painful as possible."
She paused, her eyes hollow as she recalled her next actions. "I couldn't stop there. I wanted to destroy everything he had ever loved, just as he had destroyed me. I searched for his family, and after a month, I found them. The only one left was his little sister, just seven years old." Cleria's voice faltered, the weight of her actions—or lack thereof—bearing down on her. "But… I couldn't do it. I couldn't raise my hand against her."
Cleria took a deep breath, trying to calm her sobs as she continued her confession. "After all… she's just an innocent girl. They have her in an orphanage. I couldn't bring myself to hurt her, even with all my anger. Right around that time, I started feeling ill. At first, I thought it was the aftermath of those cursed bracelets—they left me weakened for five days straight—but it didn't go away. After a week of feeling sick, I decided to visit a human doctor to see if they could figure out what was wrong."
She swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper. "That's when the doctor told me… I was pregnant."
Her eyes filled with fresh tears as she relived the moment. "My world fell apart. I didn't know what I would do if my family found out… or if *you* found out, Ryan-sama. So I stopped sending reports, hoping that I could give birth before you noticed my absence. I thought I could pass the child off as one of my nobility's, but…" Her voice cracked. "It seems that hope is broken now, with you standing here.
"Ryan-sama, I know I failed in my duties. I didn't fulfill the role you entrusted me with. But I beg you," she said, falling to her knees, "please, punish me as you see fit—but spare my child. They are innocent in all of this, not to blame for my failure."
I walked toward her, emotions conflicted inside me. I was disappointed, furious at the church for what they had done to her… but a part of me was also angry that I wasn't the first to claim her body. I pulled her into my arms, feeling her body tremble as she cried.
"Cleria," I said softly, though my voice carried the weight of my disappointment. "I'm not angry because you weren't mine first. What infuriates me are the bastards in the church who put you through this—who made you suffer both mentally and physically. And you went through it all… alone."
I paused, feeling the coldness return to my voice. "But as your king, I still have to punish you. You failed in your duty as the overseer of Kuoh, and that failure could have left the territory vulnerable—risking conflict with the Shinto faction and potentially starting a war between them and the demons."
"I understand, Ryan-sama," Cleria said quietly. "I know you have to put your duty first."
I sighed inwardly, knowing what I had to do. *I'm sorry, Cleria, but I need every faction to sign the peace treaty if I am to conquer this world.*
"I'm demoting you from nobility," I said, my tone colder now. "Your subordinates will also face severe punishment for withholding this information and attempting to attack me. From this moment forward, I will oversee Kuoh personally."
Her shoulders sagged, accepting her fate. I had already decided that it was time to form my own nobility, selecting my rook and bishop pieces. There were still knights, queens, and pawns to consider.
With a wave of my hand, I opened a portal and led Cleria and her nobility to my mansion in Lilith. There, I entrusted them to Grayfia, instructing her to place them under house arrest. As Grayfia took them away, I prepared for the next phase of my plan.
I traveled to the forest of familiars, releasing just enough of my dragon essence to attract the attention of nearby dragons, particularly Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon. I made sure not to release too much, to avoid drawing Ophis's attention for the time being.
Creatures from the forest began to approach, curious but cautious. Most fled quickly, sensing my presence and power, though one female Sprite dragon lingered—perhaps the same one that would later give birth to the baby dragon Asia finds.
A loud roar soon filled the air as a dark blue dragon descended from the mountains. Tiamat had arrived. She landed gracefully and shifted into her humanoid form, a striking woman with flowing blue hair, dark blue eyes, and a dress made from her own shimmering scales. Her skin was pale, like fresh milk, and she exuded a fierce aura of power.
She fixed her gaze on me, her voice sharp and demanding. "You must be the dragon who dares trespass in my territory. State your purpose, before I tear you apart and throw you out."
I smirked, meeting her gaze. "Tiamat, I've come to defeat you… to claim you as both my mate and my servant—to make you part of my nobility."
"Don't think you can claim me so easily!" Tiamat's voice rang out, her eyes ablaze with defiance. Though I had physically overpowered her, her spirit remained fierce. As I moved closer, ready to cement my dominance, she smirked—a wicked, knowing smile that made me pause.
In an instant, she shifted back to her human form, pressing me down with a surprising force that caught me off guard. "Strength isn't everything," she purred, straddling me effortlessly, her thighs pinning me beneath her. Her hands pressed down on my chest, and for the first time, I felt the weight of her power in a different way. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above mine, teasingly close, but she pulled away with a playful smirk as I tried to kiss her. "You want this?" Her voice was a low, sultry whisper, full of teasing dominance. "You'll have to earn it."
She shifted her hips, letting her body brush against mine in slow, deliberate movements. Each slight contact made my body burn with anticipation, but every time I tried to move, she held me down with a strength I didn't expect. "Patience," she whispered, her breath hot against my ear, as her fingers traced light, teasing patterns across my skin. Her dominance was complete, and I could feel her reveling in it.
Her body moved rhythmically, and she let out a soft, deliberate moan, the sound stirring something deep within me. Every teasing grind of her hips, every breathy moan she released, was a calculated move to keep me on the edge. I could see the satisfaction in her eyes as I strained beneath her. "You think you can dominate me?" she growled, her voice thick with power. "Prove it—if you can."
As I struggled to take control, a new presence entered the scene—Elisa, the sprite dragon in her human form. Drawn by the intensity of the moment, her electric blue hair and eyes shimmered as she approached, her expression shy yet eager. The pheromones I had released were affecting her as well, and I could see the hunger in her gaze.
Tiamat glanced at Elisa with a slight smirk, clearly amused. "Oh, you're curious, aren't you?" she teased, addressing Elisa without breaking her dominant hold on me. "Come here," she commanded, her voice firm yet playful. Elisa hesitated for a moment, then obeyed, stepping forward with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Without releasing me, Tiamat beckoned Elisa closer, guiding her to sit beside us. "Watch closely," she said, her voice dripping with control. "You might learn something." Elisa's eyes widened, and she watched with rapt attention as Tiamat continued to tease and dominate me, her movements slow and deliberate.
Tiamat reached out, pulling Elisa into the mix with a sharp tug on her hair, bringing her face close. "Help me," she commanded, her tone a blend of dominance and invitation. Elisa nodded eagerly, her hands trembling as she moved to assist, aligning my body with Tiamat's in preparation for the next step. The tension built between us, the air thick with anticipation as Elisa's hands shakily followed Tiamat's lead.
"You see, little one," Tiamat purred to Elisa, her voice a seductive growl, "it's all about control. Knowing when to give… and when to take." With a slow, deliberate motion, Tiamat lowered herself onto me, letting out a satisfied moan as she took what she wanted. Elisa watched, her breath quickening as she was drawn deeper into the moment.
Tiamat, never one to relinquish control easily, kept teasing and tormenting me with her slow, calculated movements. Her moans, now louder and more frequent, filled the air, as she continued to grind against me with deliberate intensity. She leaned forward, kissing me hard, only to pull away when I tried to take the lead. "Not so fast," she growled, a playful warning in her tone.
As things intensified, Elisa, unable to resist any longer, joined in, her touch tentative at first but growing bolder as Tiamat encouraged her. "Go ahead," Tiamat urged, giving Elisa a sly smile. "Enjoy yourself." Elisa's hands roamed over my body, exploring with curious excitement, while Tiamat continued to maintain control, guiding the both of us through the shared experience.
Hours passed, and the power dynamics shifted back and forth, but Tiamat remained the one in charge. By the end, both Tiamat and Elisa were thoroughly enjoying their roles, each taking pleasure in the dominance Tiamat had established. With a final, satisfied moan, Tiamat collapsed beside me, pulling Elisa close as well, her breath heavy with exertion. She looked at me, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, as she softly laughed. "You did well," she whispered, her voice still laced with playful dominance. "But remember—I'm always in control."
Elisa, nestled beside her, let out a contented sigh, her face flushed with pleasure. Tiamat grinned, pulling Elisa into her arms. "Now, let's see what else we can teach you," she teased, her tone playful and suggestive. Together, they reveled in their shared power, enjoying every moment of control and pleasure, as the night carried on.
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