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Chapter 14
~ Taurus ~
In the human world, as dawn broke over the horizon of Kuoh's skies, the morning rays filtering through the curtains of the Gremory Mansion, signalling the start of the new day, a stark contrast to the sunrise of the Underworld.
Inside the master suite, the air was thick. It was a heaviness that had nothing to do with humidity and everything to do with the aftermath of multiple rounds of primal copulation. The room smelled of a rich, musky scent of sweat, spent adrenaline, and the fluids of devils who had celebrated their victory.
Taurus lay on his back, his massive frame taking up the centre of the bed. Even in sleep, the Minotaur was an imposing figure. His chest, a broad expanse of bronze muscle covered in a light dusting of dark hair and healing scratches, rose and fell in a slow rhythm. One arm was thrown over his eyes to block out the creeping light, while the other lay heavy and relaxed at his side.
Consciousness returned to him slowly. The soreness in his muscles was a dull, pleasant ache—a reminder of the Phenex fire he had endured and the physical exertion of the night that had followed. He felt the softness of the direwolf fur sheets beneath his calloused skin, a luxury that still felt alien to a creature who had lived his childhood in the sewers of the Underworld and now, the battlefield.
Then, he felt the weight.
It was a familiar sensation, one that anchored him to the waking world. There was a soft, warm body pressed against his torso, a distinct heaviness settling over his waist and stomach. The skin against his was smooth, radiating a heat that seeped into his pores.
'Rias,' he thought.
His King. The woman whom he had claimed. She had directed his rage, and then, in the privacy of this room, surrendered to him completely. He remembered the way she had clung to him hours ago, her red hair fanning out like a pool of crimson blood on the pillow, her voice breaking as she commanded him to own her. It made sense that she would be the one draped over him now, seeking the comfort of his warmth in the morning chill.
He shifted slightly, a low rumble of a groan vibrating in his chest. He moved his arm from his eyes, blinking against the intrusion of the light.
"Good morning, Rias," he rasped, his voice thick with sleep and gravel, reaching down to stroke the curve of the hip resting on his stomach.
His hand connected with flesh that was undeniably soft, yielding, and perfect. But as his large fingers traced the curve of the waist and the flare of the hip, his honed instinct—the part of him that analysed texture and form even when half-asleep—triggered a small alarm.
The curve was slightly more exaggerated. The skin felt… different. Not the porcelain cool of the Gremory heiress, but something warmer, softer, perhaps a fraction more voluptuous.
And then came the sound.
"Ara ara, Taurus-kun. Disappointed?"
The voice was not the husky, regal tone of his King. It was a melodic, teasing purr, dripping with a playful mischief that registered in his mind with familiarity.
Taurus opened his eyes fully.
Hovering above him, her chin resting on her folded hands atop his chest, was Akeno Himejima.
The Queen of the Gremory peerage was a vision of sin in the morning light. Her long, midnight-black ponytail had come undone, cascading around her shoulders in a messy, silken curtain that tickled his skin. Her violet eyes were wide and shimmering with amusement, crinkling at the corners as she watched his realization dawn. She was completely naked, her body a canvas of curves. Her ample breasts were pressed against his lower chest, the nipples hard and pink, and her hips were straddling his waist, pinning him to the mattress with deceptive strength.
Taurus blinked, his mind catching up to the reality of the situation. "Akeno?"
" The one and only," she cooed, shifting her weight. The movement caused her breasts to sway mesmerizingly, and she let out a small, satisfied hum. "I must say, I'm a little hurt. You wake up with a beautiful woman on top of you, and your first thought is of the President? You really are a loyal Rook."
Taurus huffed, relaxing back into the pillows. He didn't push her off. In fact, his hands naturally settled on her wide, soft hips, his thumbs kneading the flesh there. "She is the King. And the one I fucked last night. It's a force of habit."
"Mmm," Akeno hummed, her eyes drifting over his face, tracing the strong jawline and the sharp canines that peeked out as he spoke. "A force of habit... or perhaps you just exhausted her so thoroughly that she couldn't possibly be the one waking you up?"
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. Her breath smelled faintly of mint and the lingering spice of her own unique scent.
"I heard you two last night, you know," she murmured, a wicked glint in her eyes. "The walls of this mansion are thick, but your stamina... and her screams... they tend to penetrate barriers. 'Taurus, please!' 'Taurus, more!' My, my. I didn't know our dignified Buchou was such a loud girl. You practically broke her."
Taurus watched her, his golden eyes narrowing slightly. He wasn't ashamed. In the culture of Devils, power was everything, and sexual potency was just another form of power. But Akeno's teasing always had an edge to it—a blend of sadism and a hidden, desperate neediness that she masked with her 'Ara Ara' persona.
"She needed it," Taurus said simply. "She carried the weight of the engagement for too long. She needed to let go."
Akeno pouted, her lower lip jutting out in a theatrical display of disappointment. She sat up straighter, straddling him more fully. The movement brought the damp heat of her sex directly against his lower abdomen, just above his groin, sending a pulsing sensation through him.
"So noble," she sighed, though her hips began to move in a slow, subtle circle. "Always serving the King. But what about the Queen? Don't I deserve to let go too? I fought just as hard yesterday. I fried just as many pawns. And yet, I spent my night hugging a pillow while you ravaged Rias right next door."
She looked down at him, her expression shifting from playful to something darker, hungrier. The violet of her eyes seemed to deepen.
"I'm jealous, Taurus-kun," she whispered. "I'm incredibly, painfully jealous."
Taurus felt the shift in the atmosphere. The morning banter was dissolving into pure lust. And he felt something else, too—his own body betraying his sleepiness. The proximity of Akeno, the smell of her aroused scent, the way her soft thighs gripped his ribs… it was waking a hunger in him that hadn't been fully sated the night before.
Beneath the sheets, his cock began to stir. It thickened, heavy and demanding, pressing up against the underside of Akeno's ass.
Akeno froze for a second as she felt the hardness growing beneath her. Then, a slow, delighted smile spread across her face.
"Oh?" she breathed. "It seems Big Taurus isn't as sleepy as you are."
She shifted her position, sliding back just an inch so that the base of her spine and the cleft of her buttocks rested directly on his hardening shaft. She wasn't taking him in yet—she was teasing him. She began to grind.
It was a slow, deliberate movement. She rolled her hips, pressing the heavy, soft flesh of her ass cheeks down onto his erection through the thin barrier of skin and sheet. She arched her back, throwing her head back with a low moan, her breasts thrusting upward.
"Mmm... so hard..." she whimpered, the sound genuine this time. "It feels like a rock... a hot, throbbing rock..."
Taurus gritted his teeth, a pleasurable growl building in his throat. The friction was incredible. Akeno was softer than Rias, her curves more yielding, her movements practiced because of their time together. She knew exactly how to move to maximize their pleasure, rubbing her wet heat against him without letting him enter.
Taurus tightened his grip on her hips, his fingers digging in enough to bruise.
She leaned forward again, her hair creating a tent around them. She reached down between their bodies, her hand finding his shaft. She stroked it, feeling the veins pulsing, the heat radiating from it.
"Look at it," she whispered, her voice trembling. "So big... so angry. It wants to enter me, doesn't it? It wants to tear me open just like it did Rias."
The masochism in her voice was palpable. Akeno craved pain as much as she craved pleasure; she needed to be dominated to balance the darkness of her own sadistic nature. She needed to be overwhelmed.
"Please, Daddy," she whimpered, the words slipping out in a moment of pure, wanton need. "Fill me up too. Make me forget my name. Break me like you broke her."
That snapped the last thread of Taurus's restraint.
The word 'Daddy,' combined with the sight of the haughty, powerful Queen begging for his cock, ignited the predator in his blood.
With a surge of movement that belied his size, Taurus sat up. He grabbed Akeno by the waist and flipped their positions, but instead of pinning her back to the bed, he shoved her backward until she was sitting on her heels, her knees spread wide.
Before she could adjust, his large hand clamped over the top of her head. He tangled his fingers in her raven hair, forcing her face down toward his lap.
"You have a mouth," Taurus growled, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Use it."
Akeno didn't hesitate. She didn't complain about the roughness; she reveled in it. She let out a small squeak of delight as her face was pushed toward his erection. Her tongue darted out, wetting her lips, her eyes rolling back in anticipation.
She took him in.
It wasn't a gentle loving act. Taurus bucked his hips upward, driving his thick length past her lips, past her teeth, and deep into her throat. Akeno gagged, her eyes watering, but her hands flew to his thighs, gripping his muscles as she forced herself to take him deeper.
The room filled with the wet, sloppy sounds of suction. Taurus set a brutal pace, his hand on the back of her head controlling the rhythm. He fucked her face with the same relentless intensity he used in battle. He pulled her hair, angling her head to open her throat, using her mouth as a warm, tight sleeve for his pleasure.
To her right, Rias Gremory slept on, the steady rise and fall of her breathing undisturbed by the carnal display happening inches from her face.
Taurus looked down at Akeno. He saw the tears gathering in her eyes, the flush on her cheeks, the way her throat bulged around his cock. She was making muffled, desperate noises—whimpers of submission that spurred him on. He could feel her tongue working frantically, swirling around the head of his penis every time he withdrew, trying to please him even as he dominated her.
"Good girl," he grunted, slapping her cheek lightly with his free hand. "Take it all. You wanted this."
He thrust deep one last time, holding her there for a count of three, letting her feel the full invasion of her airway, before he pulled out with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected his glans to her bruised, red lips.
Akeno coughed, gasping for air, her chest heaving as spit trickled down on her ample bosom. She looked up at him, her eyes glassy and adoring, a string of drool hanging from her chin. She looked utterly ruined, and utterly beautiful.
"More," she rasped, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
Taurus didn't need telling twice. He grabbed her by the arm and hauled her up. He spun her around, forcing her onto her hands and knees in the centre of the bed.
"Ass up," he commanded.
Akeno obeyed instantly. She lowered her chest to the mattress, arching her back so that her hips were elevated. Her magnificent ass, pale and heavy, was displayed for him like a feast. Her entrance was glistening, wet with her own excitement, pink and inviting.
Taurus positioned himself behind her. He didn't bother with lubrication; she was dripping wet already. He gripped her hips, his thumbs digging into the dimples of her lower back.
"Brace yourself," he warned.
He drove into her.
Akeno screamed. It was a sharp, high-pitched cry that was instantly muffled as she buried her face into the pillow—the very pillow Rias was sleeping next to.
"Oh god! OH!" she wailed into the fabric.
It was tight. Incredibly tight. While Rias was sleek and snug, Akeno was plush and gripping, a gift from her Fallen heritage he supposed. Her inner walls clamped down on him like a vice, rippling with every inch he claimed.
Taurus groaned, the sensation nearly overwhelming him. He withdrew almost fully and then slammed back in, the sound of his pelvis hitting her heavy buttocks echoing like a gunshot in the silent room. Smack. Smack. Smack.
He began to rail her. The bed frame creaked in protest, the sturdy wood straining under the force of the Minotaur's thrusts. He was relentless, a piston of flesh and blood driving into her over and over again.
"Yes! Yes! Harder!" Akeno screamed into the pillow, her voice muffled but frantic. She reached back, her hand blindly groping for him, her nails scratching at his thigh. "Break me! Split me in half!"
Taurus leaned forward, his chest pressing against her back. He reached down and delivered a stinging slap to her right ass cheek. The sound was sharp, leaving a bright red handprint on the pale skin.
Akeno shrieked, her body shuddering in delight.
He slapped her again, harder this time, on the other cheek. Then again. And again. With every spank, her walls clenched tighter around his cock, squeezing him, milking him.
"You like that?" Taurus growled, biting down on her shoulder, his teeth scraping against the skin. "You like being treated like a whore, Akeno?"
"Yes! I love it! I'm your whore!" she sobbed, her hips slamming back to meet his thrusts. "Use me! Please, Daddy, I'm close! I'm so close!"
He reached forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. Her neck arched, exposing her throat, her face flushed and contorted in ecstasy. She looked wild, her violet eyes rolled back, her mouth open in a silent scream of pleasure.
Taurus pounded into her, faster and harder, chasing his own release. The friction was building to a boiling point. He could feel the pressure gathering at the base of his spine, the inevitable explosion just moments away.
"Started without me?"
The voice cut through the haze of lust like a blade of ice.
Taurus slowed down, turning his head to the side. Akeno gasped, her eyes snapping open, turning her head to her left.
Rias Gremory was awake. She was lying on her side, propped up on one elbow, the sheet having fallen away to reveal her upper body. Her crimson hair was a tangled halo around her, and her face still bore the marks of sleep, but her blue-green eyes were sharp and clear.
She wasn't angry. Far from it.
She was watching them with a dark, hooded gaze, her lips curled into a lazy, aroused smirk. Her gaze flicked from Taurus's sweating face down to where his cock was buried deep inside her Queen, and then up to Akeno's flushed, ecstatic expression.
"My, my," Rias purred, her voice husky with sleep. "I turn my back for a few hours, and my Queen tries to steal my mount."
Akeno, despite being compromised, managed a shaky, breathless giggle. "I... I called... dibs first, Rias."
Rias chuckled, a rich, throaty sound. She sat up, the sheet pooling at her waist. She stretched her arms above her head, her back arching. The movement thrust her breasts forward, the pale mounds bouncing softly, the pink nipples hardening in the cool air. It was a deliberate display, a reminder to Taurus about her body.
"Well," Rias said, crawling across the bed on her hands and knees. She moved with the grace of a feline, stalking her prey. "Since you've done such a good job warming him up... don't stop on my account."
She reached Taurus and leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
"Keep going, Taurus," she whispered against his mouth. "Don't you dare stop pounding her."
Taurus, emboldened by the command, resumed his previous rhythm. He began to thrust again, slowly at first, then building up speed. Akeno moaned, her head lolling back as the pleasure returned, heightened now by the presence of her master.
Rias pulled back, her eyes gleaming. She looked at Akeno, whose face was still pulled back by Taurus's grip on her hair.
"Akeno," Rias said softly.
"Y-Yes... Rias?" Akeno gasped, her voice trembling with every thrust Taurus delivered.
"You look so beautiful like this," Rias murmured, reaching out to trace a finger down Akeno's cheek. "So helpless. So full."
Rias moved. She didn't lie down. Instead, she swung her legs over, manoeuvring herself so that she was sitting on the bed, facing Akeno. She spread her legs wide, positioning her crotch directly in front of Akeno's face.
The scent of the Gremory heiress—aroused, musky, and uniquely feminine—filled Akeno's senses. Rias was wet, her own desire clearly sparked by the display she had woken up to. Her nether lips were swollen and glistening, a pearl of moisture gathering at the entrance.
"Serve your Queen," Rias commanded, her voice dropping an octave. "You want to be a bad girl? Then make yourself useful. Lick."
Rias was making the hierarchy clear. Akeno, pinned from behind by the Rook, trapped in the front by the King. She was the filling in a sandwich of power.
Akeno didn't need to be told twice. With Taurus holding her hair, guiding her head, she leaned forward.
Her tongue lashed out, broad and flat, dragging up the length of Rias's slit.
"Ahhh..." Rias threw her head back, her fingers instantly burying themselves in Akeno's hair, interlacing with Taurus's grip. "That's it... right there."
The room filled with a symphony of wet, carnal sounds. The slap-slap-slap of Taurus's hips hitting Akeno's ass mixed with the schlick-schlick of Akeno's tongue working Rias's pussy.
Akeno was voracious. Perhaps it was the overstimulation of being fucked so hard, or perhaps it was her own depravity, but she ate with a hunger that bordered on worship. She buried her nose in Rias's folds, inhaling the scent of her King, her tongue flicking relentlessly against the sensitive clitoris.
Rias moaned loudly, her composure fracturing. She arched her back, grinding her crotch into Akeno's face. "Yes... deeper... use your tongue... oh, Lucifer!"
Taurus watched the scene from his vantage point, and the visual was enough to drive him over the edge. The sight of his two lovers—the two most beautiful women in the Kuoh Academy—entangled in such a debauched act solely for his pleasure was intoxicating.
He saw Rias's face contorted in pleasure, her lips parted, her eyes rolled back. He saw Akeno's cheeks flushing darker, her eyes squeezed shut as she focused on serving Rias while simultaneously taking every inch of him.
He reached down, gripping Akeno's waist with both hands to stabilize her. He began to piston into her with maximum force. He was hitting her cervix now, deep, punishing strokes that made Akeno cry out into Rias's pussy, the vibrations of her screams travelling against Rias's clitoris.
Taurus roared, his voice rough and guttural, "Akeno, take it! Take my seed!"
"Do it!" Rias screamed, her hips bucking wildly against Akeno's face. "Breed her! Fill her up! I'm—I'm close too! Akeno, don't stop! Don't you dare stop!"
The climax hit them like a chain reaction spell.
Taurus slammed his hips forward one final time, burying his cock to the hilt. He clenched every muscle in his body, and with a low, animalistic groan, he erupted.
Hot, potent seed flooded into Akeno. It came in powerful spurts, coating her womb, filling her up with a terrifying volume. Akeno's body convulsed, her inner walls milking him desperately, trying to drain every drop.
"AHHHH! TAURUS!" Akeno screamed, her voice muffled against Rias. Her own climax hit her, a shattering orgasm that rippled through her entire body. She clamped down on his cock, her body spasming uncontrollably.
At the same moment, Rias cried out. "CUMMING! I'M CUMMING!"
Her thighs clamped around Akeno's head. She arched her spine like a bow, her body seizing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She soaked Akeno's face, her juices flowing freely, drenching her Queen in the taste of her ecstasy.
For a long minute, the only sounds were ragged breathing and the occasional aftershock twitch.
Taurus stayed buried inside Akeno, feeling the aftershocks of her orgasm squeezing his softening shaft. Rias slowly relaxed her grip on Akeno's head, her legs sliding down to rest on the bed, her chest heaving. Akeno slumped forward, her face slick with Rias's fluids, her expression one of dazed, blissful exhaustion.
The air in the room was heavy, smelling of sex and magic.
Rias opened her eyes, looking down at Akeno. She smiled, a soft, affectionate expression that contrasted with the lewdness of the moment. She reached down and wiped a stray lock of hair from Akeno's sticky face.
"Good girl," Rias whispered. "You did very well."
Akeno panted, licking her lips, tasting her King. "Thank you... Rias."
Taurus slowly pulled out. With a wet squelch, his cock slid free from Akeno. A slurry of white semen and clear fluids leaked from her stretched entrance, dripping onto the sheets.
He sat back on his heels, catching his breath. He looked at Rias, then at Akeno.
But the Minotaur was a creature of immense virility.
As he looked at Rias—at her flushed skin, her heaving breasts, the way her juices glistened on her thighs—he felt the heat rising again. He wasn't done. Not by a long shot.
He reached out and grabbed Rias by the ankle.
"Wha—?" Rias blinked, looking at him.
Taurus didn't speak. He pulled.
Rias let out a startled squeak as she was lifted across the bed. Taurus moved with purpose. He positioned her on all fours, right behind Akeno, who was still recovering on her hands and knees.
"Taurus?" Rias gasped, looking back at him over her shoulder. "You... you're still...?"
"I'm not finished with you," Taurus growled. His cock, already hardening again, twitched eagerly. "You commanded me to pound her. Now it's your turn."
Rias's eyes widened, a thrill of anticipation shooting through her. "But... I..."
Taurus didn't wait for permission. He positioned himself behind his King. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her wet, swollen entrance, coating himself in her slickness, and then pushed forward.
"Ah!" Rias cried out, her head thrown back.
He entered her easily this time, her body already primed and open from the night before and her own climax moments ago. But the sensation of being taken again, so soon, was intense.
Taurus grabbed her hips and began to move. It wasn't the frantic pounding of before; it was a steady, rhythmic fucking. Deep. Possessive. Claiming.
But Taurus had a specific position in mind. He pushed Rias forward.
"Down," he commanded.
Rias's arms buckled slightly as he added his weight to her back. He pushed her forward until her face was pressed into the mattress... specifically, right between Akeno's legs.
Akeno, still groggy, lifted her hips instinctively. Her pussy was a mess—swollen, red, and overflowing with the copious amount of seed Taurus had just pumped into her. The white fluid was leaking out, pooling on the sheet.
Rias realized what he wanted. She looked at the leaking creampie, the evidence of her lover's virility inside her best friend.
"Clean her up," Taurus ordered, his voice vibrating through Rias's body as he thrust into her from behind. "Don't let a drop go to waste."
It was a degradation that felt like exaltation. Rias Gremory, the heiress, the next head of the clan, pushed face-first into the cum-filled snatch of her Queen. But in the heat of the moment, with Taurus filling her from behind, filling her with his presence and his power, she felt no shame. Only a burning desire to please him, to unite their peerage in the most carnal way possible.
Rias extended her tongue.
She licked Akeno's slit. She tasted the musk of the Fallen Angel, the salt of sweat, and the distinct taste of Taurus's cum.
"Mmmph!" Akeno jolted, her eyes snapping open again. To feel Rias's tongue on her now, cleaning her out, was a sensation that bordered on melting her brain. "Rias...!"
"Eat it," Taurus grunted, slamming his hips into Rias, forcing her face deeper into Akeno. "Eat my seed from her. Share it."
Rias obeyed. She lapped at the fluid leaking from Akeno, cleaning her Queen with diligent strokes. She ate the seed that had bred Akeno, taking it into her own mouth while Taurus worked to breed her from behind. It was a perfect circle of lust.
Akeno moaned, reaching back to thread her fingers through Rias's hair, holding her close. "Yes... yes, Rias... it feels so good..."
Rias was lost in the sensation—the taste of Akeno and Taurus in her mouth, the feeling of Taurus stretching her pussy from behind. She was being used at both ends, serving as the bridge between her Rook and her Queen.
The morning sun continued to rise, casting long shadows across the room. The sounds of their lovemaking—the wet slurping, the slapping of skin, the heavy breathing—echoed in the large suite.
They went for another round. And then another.
It was a celebration of life, of victory, and of the unbreakable bond between the three of them. The House of Gremory had won the game, but in this bed, amidst the tangled sheets and the scent of sex, they had found a victory that was far sweeter.
Eventually, hours later, when the sun was high in the sky, silence finally fell.
Taurus lay in the middle of the bed again. Rias was curled up on his left, her head on his shoulder, fast asleep with a satisfied smile on her lips. Akeno was on his right, her arm draped over his chest, her face buried in his neck, snoring softly.
Both women were thoroughly marked, thoroughly claimed, and filled with his seed.
Taurus stared up at the canopy of the bed. He tightened his arms around them, pulling them closer.
The Minotaur closed his eyes, drifting back into a dreamless sleep, ready to wake up and do it all over again.
~ Taurus ~
The great dining hall of Rias Gremory's Kuoh mansion was a spectacle of their opulence, a testament to the wealth and power of her Devil lineage. Crystal chandeliers, suspended like frozen tears of light, the walls were lined with paintings and tapestries depicting the glorious work of some of the most talented devils and humans who had made a contract with the family over millennia.
The entire peerage had gathered for the evening meal, a celebratory feast following the recent affairs in the Underworld. At the head of the table sat Rias Gremory, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulders, her expression relaxed as she surveyed her family. To her right sat Akeno, radiating her usual sadistic cheerfulness. Down the line were Kiba, maintaining his polite knightly demeanour; Koneko, silently demolishing a tower of sweets; Asia, whose innocent smile seemed to cleanse the air around her; and Issei, who was currently engaged in a frantic, whispering debate with the Red Dragon Emperor in his sacred gear.
And then, there was Taurus.
The Rook sat on Rias's left, his massive frame barely contained by the high-backed chair. He ate with a slow, deliberate rhythm, cutting his twelfth steak with the precision of, the appetite of the beast far from satisfied.
But the source of the evening's tension was the Fallen Angel trio.
Raynare, Kalawarner, and Mittelt.
Since their induction into Rias's peerage as pawns, they had adapted surprisingly well. They enjoyed the luxury, the protection, and, most importantly, the access to the powerful male who had bested them.
Usually, they were preening and competitive. Tonight, they were a unified front of misery.
"This meat is tough," Raynare announced, dropping her fork onto her porcelain plate with a deliberate, ringing clatter. Her violet eyes, usually sharp and calculating, were narrowed into a glare that was directed not at the steak, but squarely at Taurus's chest. "It lacks... tenderness. Much like some people in this room."
Next to her, Mittelt, dressed in her elaborate gothic lolita attire, let out a dramatic, heaving sigh that was loud enough to be heard in the kitchens. She stabbed a potato with her fork, twisting it viciously. "It's so boring lately," she whined, her voice pitched to a frequency designed to grate on the nerves. "Just training, and fighting, and sitting around. I feel like I'm drying up. Does anyone else feel like they're being neglected? I feel neglected."
Kalawarner, the eldest and most voluptuous of the three, didn't speak immediately. instead, she took a long, slow sip of her red wine, her eyes locked on Taurus over the rim of the glass. She set the glass down with a heavy thud. "A woman has needs," she murmured, her voice husky and dripping with insinuation. "Needs that aren't met by... solitary activities. It's a shame when a powerful weapon sits in its sheath for too long. It gets rusty. Useless."
The table went quiet. Even Issei stopped chewing, sensing the danger in the air.
Kiba cleared his throat awkwardly. "I believe the chef prepared the tenderloin exactly to medium-rare, Raynare-san. perhaps—"
"Quiet, Knight," Raynare snapped, flipping her long black hair over her shoulder. "You wouldn't understand the plight of those who are ignored."
Taurus continued to chew, his expression unreadable. He swallowed, took a sip of water, and then slowly raised his golden eyes to meet the three glares directed at him.
He knew exactly what they were doing. It had been nearly two weeks since he had taken them to bed. The training and the aftermath of the Rating Game against Riser Phenex had consumed his time—healing, debriefing with Rias, and, admittedly, spending a significant amount of "private time" comforting his King and Queen. The Fallen Trio, possessive and lustful creatures by nature, were feeling the sting of second place.
Their fussiness was a plea.
"Is the food to your dissatisfaction?" Taurus asked, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the table wood.
"The food is fine," Mittelt huffed, crossing her arms and pushing her chest out, emphasizing the cleavage of her corset. "The company is lacking. We're bored, Master! Bored! You promised to train us, but you haven't laid a hand on us in days!"
"Training," Taurus repeated, a ghost of a smirk touching his lips. "Is that what you call it?"
"Physical conditioning," Kalawarner corrected smoothly, leaning forward so her ample breasts pressed against the table edge. "Endurance testing. Flexibility drills. We are falling behind, Master. And it is your duty to ensure the pawns are... up to spec."
Rias, watching the exchange from the head of the table, hid a smile behind her napkin. She knew her Rook's appetite was bottomless. She also knew that the Fallen Angels were desperate for his touch, their corruption seeking the grounding force of his strength.
"Taurus," Rias said softly, her voice cutting through the tension. "They make a fair point. Morale is important for the peerage. If my pawns are feeling... restless... perhaps you should address their grievances."
Taurus looked at his King. Her eyes were dancing with amusement. She wanted him to handle his unruly harem.
He wiped his mouth with his napkin and placed it on the table. The simple motion carried a weight of finality. He pushed his chair back, the legs scraping against the marble floor with a sound like a drawn sword.
"You are right, President," Taurus said, standing to his full height. He cast a shadow over the table, his broad shoulders blocking the light of the chandelier.
He looked down at the Trio. Raynare was trying to look haughty, but her breath had hitched. Kalawarner was biting her lower lip. Mittelt's eyes had gone wide, her bravado faltering in the face of his focused attention.
"You three," Taurus growled. "Upstairs. Now."
"W-Well," Raynare stammered, standing up a little too quickly, her chair wobbling. "If you insist on finally doing your job, I suppose we can accommodate you."
"Yeah," Mittelt squeaked, hopping off her chair. "About time, you big brutish Master."
"Don't talk," Taurus commanded, his voice dropping an octave, the growl of the Minotaur sending a jolt through their core. "Walk."
He didn't wait for them. He turned and strode out of the dining hall, his heavy boots thudding against the floor. Behind him, the sound of three chairs being hastily vacated and the click-clack of high heels hurrying to catch up filled the silence.
As the door closed behind them, Issei exhaled a breath he didn't know he was holding. "Man... Taurus-senpai is scary."
"He is thorough," Akeno corrected with a dreamy sigh, resting her chin on her hand. "Those three won't be walking straight for a week. I'm almost jealous."
~ Taurus ~
Raynare walked in first, her chin held high, trying to maintain her facade of arrogance. Kalawarner followed, swaying her hips hypnotically. Mittelt brought up the rear, locking the door behind her with a definitive click.
Taurus turned to face them. He didn't speak. He simply stood there, a mountain of muscle, watching them.
"Well?" Raynare crossed her arms, though her fingers dug nervously into her biceps. "We're here. Are you going to just stand there and stare, or are you going to apologize for neglecting us?"
Taurus took a step forward. The air in the room seemed to get heavier.
"Apologize?" he repeated, the word rolling off his tongue like gravel. "You disrupt my King's dinner. You whine like children. You disrespect the peace of this house because you are horny."
He closed the distance to Raynare in a blur of speed, his hand shooting out to grip her throat. It wasn't a choke—it was a hold, firm and possessing. He lifted her slightly, forcing her to stand on her tiptoes.
"I don't apologize to brats," Taurus whispered into her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "I discipline them."
Raynare gasped, her eyes fluttering. The mask of the haughty Fallen Angel crumbled instantly. "Master..."
"Strip," he commanded, addressing the room. "All of you. Ten seconds."
The scramble was immediate. There was no hesitation, no coyness. The Fallen Trio knew that Taurus did not make idle threats, and they knew that his punishment would be severe if they disobeyed—and perhaps even more severe if they obeyed, which was exactly what they wanted.
Fabric tore. Zippers hissed. Buttons popped.
Raynare, now in a Kuoh school uniform, let it hastily fall to the floor, followed by her lace lingerie. Kalawarner shed her revealing outfit, her massive breasts bouncing free. Mittelt practically jumped out of her gothic dress, kicking it aside.
Within moments, three Fallen Angels stood naked before him, their black wings unfurling from their backs in a rustle of feathers. They were a breathtaking sight—pale skin, dark wings, and eyes burning with a mix of fear and lust.
Taurus looked them over, his gaze feeling like a physical touch. He undid his belt, the leather creaking in the silent room. He dropped his pants, releasing his erection. It sprang free, thick and veiny, pulsing with the heartbeat of a monster.
The three women stared at it. They gulped in unison.
"Raynare," Taurus barked.
"Yes!" She stepped forward instinctively, her wings twitching.
"You were the loudest at dinner," he said, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You had so much to say with that mouth. Let's see if we can put it to better use."
He grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her down. Raynare didn't resist; she fell to her knees, her hands gripping his thighs for balance. She opened her mouth, her tongue extending, but Taurus didn't wait for finesse. He bucked his hips, driving his length into her mouth, silencing her completely.
"Mmph!" Raynare's eyes widened as she took him in, her throat stretching to accommodate the invasion.
"Mittelt, Kalawarner," Taurus grunted, looking over Raynare's bobbing head. "Don't just stand there. Make yourselves ready."
Kalawarner moved with the grace of a serpent. She climbed onto the bed beside Taurus, pressing her naked body against his side. She reached around, her hands roaming over his chest, her nails scratching lightly at his pectorals. She began to kiss his neck, sucking on the sensitive skin, while her hand drifted down to play with the heavy sac beneath Raynare's chin.
Mittelt, however, hesitated. She was pouting again, standing by the foot of the bed.
"Why does Raynare get to start?" she grumbled.
Taurus withdrew from Raynare's throat with a wet pop. Raynare gasped for air, a string of saliva hanging from her lips, her eyes already glazing over.
"Come here, you little brat," Taurus snarled at Mittelt.
He reached out, his long arm snagging Mittelt by the wrist. He yanked her forward. She yelped as she was pulled onto the bed, tumbling over his lap. He flipped her effortlessly, pinning her stomach-down across his knees.
"You want attention?" Taurus asked, raising his massive hand. "Here it is."
SMACK!
His palm connected with Mittelt's small, pale ass cheek with the force of a thunderclap.
"OW!" Mittelt screamed, kicking her legs. "Master! That hurt!"
"It's supposed to hurt," Taurus growled.
SMACK!
"You—ah!—you brute!"
SMACK!
"Yes! Harder!"
The dynamic shifted instantly. Mittelt's complaints turned into squeals of masochistic delight. Her skin flushed a bright crimson, the handprints rising rapidly on her flesh. Taurus spanked her mercilessly, correcting her attitude with every blow, turning her bratty entitlement into submissive need.
Raynare, recovering from the face-fucking, crawled up the bed. She positioned herself in front of Taurus, spreading her legs wide. "Me," she panted, her voice ragged. "Take me, Master. Forget the brat. Breed me."
Taurus dumped Mittelt onto the mattress. The small Fallen Angel lay there, rubbing her stinging ass, tears in her eyes, but looking at him with utter adoration.
He grabbed Raynare by the hips. She was wet—soaking wet. Her juices ran down her inner thighs, dripping onto the silk.
"You want to be bred?" Taurus asked, positioning himself at her entrance. "You want to feel full?"
"Yes," Raynare hissed, wrapping her legs around his waist. "Fill me with your seed. Ruin me."
He thrust.
It was a violent, reclaiming motion. He buried himself to the hilt in a single stroke. Raynare screamed, her head hitting the mattress, her back arching so violently that only her heels and shoulders touched the bed.
"OH GOD!" she wailed.
Taurus didn't stop. He began to pound her. The bed frame groaned under the assault. He was a machine of thick, hard flesh pistoning at her deepest core. He grabbed her black wings, using them as handles to hold her down, pinning her to the bed as he ravaged her.
"Is the meat tender enough now?" Taurus roared, mocking her dinner complaint.
"Yes! Yes! It's perfect!" Raynare sobbed, her head thrashing from side to side. "Too big! It's too big!"
"Kalawarner!" Taurus barked without breaking his rhythm.
"I'm here, Master," Kalawarner purred, crawling over.
Kalawarner didn't need further instruction. She lowered her head to Raynare's chest, taking a nipple into her mouth. She sucked and bit, teasing the sensitive nub while Raynare was being pounded from below. At the same time, Kalawarner reached down, her fingers sliding onto Raynare's mound as she felt her Master's cock pounding into her, adding to the friction.
"Ah! Kala! Don't—ahhhh!" Raynare was being overloaded. Sensory input from every angle. Her pride was shattering under the weight of sheer pleasure.
Mittelt, not wanting to be left out, crawled between Taurus's legs. She looked at the union of Taurus and Raynare, the way his thick shaft disappeared into her leader's stretched pussy.
"Me too," Mittelt whimpered. "I want to taste it."
She pressed her face against the underside of their joining, licking up the juices that frothed from the impact. She worshipped the act, her tongue catching the sweat and fluids, humiliating herself willingly for a scrap of his affection.
Taurus looked down at them. This was his peerage within a peerage. The fallen ones. And they were his.
He sped up. The sound of wet slapping filled the room, drowning out the distant noises of the mansion. Raynare's eyes rolled back into her head, her tongue lolling out. She was mumbling now, incoherent prayers to a God she had forsaken, replaced by the Minotaur above her.
"Name," Taurus grunted, slapping Raynare's face lightly to keep her conscious. "What is your name?"
"Slut!" Raynare shrieked. "I'm your slut! Raynare is gone! Just use me!"
"Good."
He pulled out, leaving Raynare gaping and twitching. Before Kalawarner could react, Taurus grabbed her.
The eldest Fallen Angel was taller, curvier. Taurus spun her around and bent her over Raynare's heaving body.
He entered Kalawarner from behind. She was tighter than Raynare, her muscles gripping him like a vice.
"Oh, fuck!" Kalawarner groaned, her voice deeper, throatier. She braced herself on Raynare's shoulders. "Deeper, master! Split me open!"
He obliged. He hammered into her, his hips colliding with her ample buttocks. The force of the impact made her breasts sway wildly, mesmerizing Mittelt who was watching from the side.
"Mittelt," Taurus commanded. "Get under her."
Mittelt scrambled into position, lying on her back beneath Kalawarner's face. Kalawarner looked down, her eyes hazy with lust.
"Kiss her," Taurus ordered.
Kalawarner leaned down, capturing Mittelt's lips. The two Fallen Angels kissed deeply, their tongues warring, while Taurus relentlessly drove into Kalawarner from behind. It was a chain of lust. Every thrust Taurus made pushed Kalawarner's face harder into Mittelt's.
Taurus felt the familiar heat building in his gut. The Minotaur's rage was converting into pure, concentrated seed. But he wasn't done. He wanted to break them completely.
He switched positions again, and again. He took Mittelt in a standing carry, pinning her against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist, slamming her into the plaster until pictures fell from the hooks. He took Kalawarner on the balcony, pressing her against the glass, letting the moonlight witness her defilement. He returned to Raynare, who had barely recovered, and used her mouth to clean himself before starting round two.
Hours later, the room smelled thick with musk, sweat, and semen.
Taurus sat on the edge of the bed, his chest heaving slightly, covered in a sheen of sweat and angry, red scratches.
On the bed behind him lay the wreckage of the Fallen Trio.
Raynare was draped off the side of the mattress, one wing dragging on the floor. Her mouth was hanging open, a string of drool pooling on the carpet. Her eyes were unfocused, staring at the ceiling fan as if it held the secrets of the universe. She was twitching intermittently, small aftershocks of pleasure still firing through her overstimulated nerves.
Kalawarner was curled in a fetal position, clutching a pillow that she had likely bitten through. Her hair was a bird's nest of tangles. She was mumbling something over and over again.
"...more... please... no more... yes more..."
And Mittelt... poor, bratty Mittelt was splayed out in the center of the bed in a shape that resembled a starfish. Her face was buried in the sheets, her ass in the air, completely exposed. She was unconscious, or at least, her conscious mind had checked out, leaving only a body that vibrated with every breath.
They were thoroughly, completely broken. Their names forgotten, their egos crushed, their fussiness replaced by a state of bliss.
Taurus stood up and stretched, his joints popping. He felt lighter. The tension from dinner was gone. The balance of the household had been restored.
He walked over to the bedside table and poured a glass of water, drinking it in one long gulp.
He looked back at the pile of limbs and wings.
"Raynare," he said, testing the waters.
"Hnnngh..." Raynare made a sound that was half-whimper, half-gurgle. She tried to lift a finger and failed.
"Kalawarner."
"Master..." Kalawarner sighed into the pillow, not opening her eyes.
"Mittelt."
A soft snore was his only answer.
Taurus smirked. He walked back to the bed and climbed in amongst them. He pulled the silk sheet up, covering their naked forms, arranging their wings so they wouldn't cramp.
As he settled down, Raynare instinctively rolled toward him, draping a limp arm over his stomach. Kalawarner shifted until her back was pressed against his side. Even in their stupor, they sought his heat.
"Good girls," Taurus whispered into the darkness.
He closed his eyes. Tomorrow, they would be sore. They would be waddling. They would likely be unable to form complex sentences until noon. But they wouldn't be pouting.
He drifted off to sleep, the satisfied ruler of his own personal fallen heaven, ready to face whatever the devils, angels, or dragons threw at him next—after a very, very long nap.
Author's Note
A day of relaxation for the big guy.