Story: Cocknosis DxD

 

The gauntlet had been thrown, and picked up. A Ratings Game between the peerages of Rias and Riser. Gremory vs Fenix. Once again, this group of perverts were being hauled into -

"Did the narrator just call us perverts?" Irina asked in a huff while very obviously playing with her own enormous hypnotits.

"Ignore him," Rias waved it off. "We need to focus on what matters here. Riser's Peerage is no stranger to Ratings games, while we're novices. If we add the fact they've managed to replicate titnosis into the mix..."

Akeno frowned, then stepped to the front of the room and quickly unbuttoned her blouse, letting her tits fly out for everyone else in the room to see. Irina blushed. Xenovia huffed. Koneko gripped onto Issei's arm. Issei nodded in appreciation. Rias simply pinched her nose.

"I'm just checking that it doesn't work," Akeno said. "Issei did hypnotise us into not being hypnotised anymore by our tits."

"... Do you guys want me to hypnotise you into not being constantly aroused when you touch them?" Issei asked. A mass of pillows were thrown at him for suggesting something so thoroughly idiotic.

"Anyway! It's clear that we need to begin training in earnest," Rias said. "Not just to win, but for the harder task of keeping our enormous perfect tits from whammying the entire audience. That's all of us. Including Riser's Peerage as well. I have no doubt that he'll try to make them bring us under, any way that he can."

"Our key advantage is Issei," Koneko said, clinging onto his arm, which was sticking out from under the mound of pillows. "With his Boosted Gear and hypnocock, we have a distinct advantage over Riser."

"You also have a pair of Church girls and three thoroughly brainfucked Fallen Angels," Xenovia said, glancing over at the three of them lurking quietly in the corner there. Obediently remaining silent, it was kind of eerie. "Obviously, we cannot participate in your contest, but... With our help you might be able to get stronger."

"That being the case, I have to insist on one thing!" Asia said. "No se- No se- Oh, gosh, I can't even bring myself to say it! God, help me! Provide me with the strength of will to defy this pleasure of the flesh long enough to give this sage advice..."

"N-No sex?!" Irina gasped. "I mean, we should be refraining anyway due to our faith, especially since Issei is a Devil, but - But until we're cured I don't think I could go a whole day without getting slammed by Issei any more than I could go ten minutes without breathing!"

This sentiment was shared among all present, but there was also a kind of wisdom to what Asia was saying. If they spent their entire time rutting like beasts, they wouldn't improve, wouldn't come up with a proper gameplan, wouldn't be much use at all during the Rating Game.

"I don't mean completely give it up..." Asia blushed and twiddled her thumbs. "I mean... It should be okay if we - If we use it as a motivating factor. Like... We improve by so much each day, then we 'earn' it, and..." She trailed off, getting a bit lost in remembering what it was like to be dicked by Issei. Hypnotised or not, a cock like that couldn't help but satisfy a woman.

"It seems to me as if we each have our own issues to deal with," Kiba said. "Therefore, it might be wisest if we trained separately. Pair up with someone outside the peerage, and hone our skills that way."

And so, the six members of Rias' Peerage did exactly that. Each of them would focus on their own area, improve in their own way. It would minimise temptation, allow them to focus on the areas they all needed to work on... and then, they could come together to win against the odds. That's how a training arc is meant to go, right?

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An unusual scene played out within the Occult Research Clubroom's meeting room. On reflection that last sentence might be a bit redundant, especially given what was transpiring there in the last paragraph. Still, it is a slightly different flavour of weird. There were only two occupants at this time - Rias and Irina. Engaged in battle, a friendly little spar between Devil and Holy Sword. This was a rather unmatched fight, typically, for one scratch from her blade could render Rias helpless in the blink of an eye. That was rather the point of their weapons, after all. Anti-Devil, Anti-Fallen Angel.

Yet one must not underestimate Rias Gremory. She was quick. She was nimble. She was perfectly cable of defending herself in battle. A simple force field here to throw off the attacks coming her way. Duck, dodge, roll, weave. Ah, but Irina still held another advantage. Her weapon was the Excalibur Mimic, a shapeshifting weapon that she liked to use as a kind of whip.

"Tick tock!" Irina called out. "You're about to run out of time!"

A strange statement, to be certain. However, let us provide the necessary context. This was no ordinary spar. It was, in fact, a game of chess. There was a board over in the corner of the room with a game laid out. Irina playing white. Rias, black. The objective was a simple one - both sides would try to keep the other from the board and from making their move via any means available. They would also have to do so within an allotted time, otherwise they would forfeit.

What was the purpose of such a strange setup? Simple. Rias needed to practise not only her physical ability, but also her ability to think tactically. She's quite smart, and a decent tactician, but doing so under stressful situations...  Now, that's another matter entirely.

Though she was loath to admit it, Rias was duly impressed by the versatility of Irina's weapon. The way she was able to apparently endlessly extend it, turning it into any shape she wanted. Like an ever growing snake - Or like Issei's cock~

Distraction almost cost her, there and she barely managed to duck under the incoming attack. A quick barrier to parry it and she dove towards the board - only for the weapon to loop back around and dive right at her! Tsk! One hand on the ground and she pushed herself upwards towards the ceiling, but found herself being pushed back into the corner by Irina's assault.

"You've noticed my strategy, then?" Irina grinned. Pretty cocky, huh? Not in the right way sadly. "Not that you can do much about it."

"Sort of like you can't do anything about your feelings for Issei," Rias called out. Irina rankled a bit at that. "Ah, wait. Love is fine, isn't it? The only problem is <i>lust</i>. You wouldn't happen to <i>lust</i> for Issei, would you, Irina?"

"Sh-Shut your mouth, Devil!" Irina snapped. "The only reason I'm helping you is b-because it would be really bad if all of your kind got hypnotic genitals like this! It's bad enough it's spread as far as it has, it can't go any further!"

"Oh?" Rias tilted her head. Irina turned her Mimic into a battleaxe and dove right for her, forcing Rias to raise a powerful forcefield to block it. "Are you sure it's not because you want to get absolutely destroyed by Issei's thick hard meat?"

"You... You corrupted him!"

"Aha, he corrupted you first," Rias teased. "How long did you hold that candle, I wonder? Would the Church have approved of it even if he wasn't a Devil? Your sinful feelings for him have burned bright and long, and yet it cannot hope to compare to my own feelings for him."

"If these mindgames are all you got, you're gonna lose that Rating Game," Irina warned. "You're pinned! You can't drop the forcefield to move, and you're almost out of -"

Rias then kicked the globe next to her, sending it spinning across the room. Come on, come on... hopefully she'd got this right! It jostled the table. Perfect! The Pawn at the very end hopped into the air and then slid forward a single, solitary square.

"Pawn to King's Rook Four," Rias said. The globe then landed on the clock, setting the timer the other way. "Your turn, Irina."

Irina kicked off the forcefield and rolled backwards towards the table. Too late. There were really only two moves that she could make here. Use the Mimic to move a piece on the table, or use it to hold Rias at bay while she moved a piece herself. Either way, Rias went low to better dodge whatever was coming, made a barrier on the floor under her feet and kicked off it with all of her strength. What came next was a move that, under other circumstances, would be quite ill advised against an opponent of this skill and ability. It would normally leave her wide open to the effect of Excalibur Mimic.

Despite that, Rias pounced... and got a great big handful or Iriina's tits.

"Ah! N-no!" Irina moaned. "No, don't! O-Only Issei is allowed to make me cum!"

"You sure about that?" Rias whispered, and then stole Irina's lips. Though the girl struggled a little at first, it was only for a second or so. After that, she'd dropped Mimic and had her arms around the back of Rias's head, returning the kiss with deep affection.

The clock buzzed, signalling Irina's loss, and with that she pulled away and whispered "Cheater. You can't pull that trick in the Rating Game."

"I didn't use my tits," Rias admonished. But then, she did actually push her tits directly into Irina's, and the girl went cross-eyed on the spot. "At least, not during the match."

"Th-This won't w-work on Riser!" Irina protested. She was right, of course. This ploy worked fine on Irina. Getting inside her head. Making her just frustrated enough that her guard would slip after Rias managed to make a move from across the room... But Riser would be a different animal entirely. Even her Destruction magic might not be able to take him down.

Which left her with a quandary. How do you beat someone from a family that was known for instantly regenerating from any damage you threw at them? That being the case...

"Irina, let's move on from strategy to... motivation!" Rias said. "Uh... Once you stop cumming. Goodness, it might take a while, I really did a number on you there didn't I...?"

More to the point she'd proven to herself, and probably to Irina as well, that Rias was way more into him than Irina was.

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Meanwhile, Issei found himself sitting in his room, on his bed, while a nearly naked girl that once tried to... no, wait, actually had managed to murder him. Raynare. The Fallen Angel. Now utterly and thoroughly, irreversibly mindbroken by his unwanted hypnodick. Sometimes he'd look at her and nod his head, this was the good life. But was it? Was the guilt he was feeling for whammying all those girls, and also being the root cause of every girl and boy at Kuoh Academy winding up with hypnotic genitals and an insatiable libido worth it?

Phrased like that it seemed like a stupid question. For now though, he intended to solve a problem without using his dick. For a change of pace. He could probably just whip it out and put them all under in the blink of an eye. Boost his cock, overwhelm everyone's willpower, put an end to all the bullshit.

But if he did that there was a risk of things going awry. No. That would be an absolute last resort. The entire reason they were trying to win this game in the first place was because they wanted to keep this stupid thing from getting out there in the first place! Which was something Riser could probably spoil at a moment's notice!

"Alright, Master!" Raynare cutely held up her fists. "Please try to block my attack!"

"Ah, are you sure about -" Issei began, before getting punched really, really hard in the face. "Ow!"

"I'm sorry Master, but this is necessary training!" Raynare said before punching him in the face again. "As it stands, you could beat me in a fight if you used your Boost a few times." Punch, punch, punch. "But the best way for you to make the most effective use of it would be to... Are you getting distracted by my tits?"

"Maybe just a little..."

They were very nice tits. Well, they all were very nice tits weren't they?

Another punch landed right on the end of his nose.

"Master, if you are so easily distracted then the large tittied enemy Peerage will easily win," Raynare said. "You must get stronger. Strong enough that you can fight me without using your Boost. If you do not, then I cannot see how you will win."

Right. That's great. So here he was, in his room, getting assaulted by the babe who murdered him in the first place. How was punching him supposed to help, anyw-

"I'll give you paizuri if you can block even a single attack!"

As she said that, Raynare brought her fist in for another blow. Issei caught it in his flat open hand. "Paizuri, you say?" he asked. "A titjob? With those tits? Squeezed around my shaft and pressing together firmly around them? Is that what you mean?"

"Eh? Oh! Yes, for certain!" Raynare said, and Issei's hand began to glow red as it closed over Raynare's fist. "Uh... Huh? I can't move my arm at all...?"

"Are you offering me that because I brainwashed you?" Issei asked. Something was awakening inside him. Something... that was a little scary. He felt like an enormous beast all of a sudden, and not just in his pants! "Or is it because you wanna fool around that badly?"

Raynare began to wilt before him, dropping to her knees. This was good. It felt right. Even though part of Issei felt like it should feel wrong. He was the one in control here. He was the one that should be in charge. It wasn't anything sexist, like because he was a man. It was because he was the <i>strongest</i>. The mightiest. A slight flex of his pelvic muscles, and - huh! His own cock unzipped his trousers from the inside somehow, and then flopped out right onto Raynare's tits.

"You'd better make the next one a bit more... challenging," he said as she went cross-eyed and began to squeeze her enormous soft tits around his all too hungry cock. "Otherwise I won't ever get any stronger. Got it?"

Raynare was barely listening, though. By this time, her brain had fully turned off, and rather than being Issei's trainer, she was in full blown cocksleeve mode. The funny thing was though, Issei was going to get stronger anyway, because the girls were all going to sneak chances to fool around with him anyway, granting him a chance to build up his stamina all the way to the next level. That's one of the perks of having a horny harem, you either get your stamina up or you drop dead inside a week.

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Swords clashed out in the forest near Kuoh Academy. Two skilled fighters were putting each other to the test. Kiba and Xenovia, coming at each other with a fierce terrifying strength, neither one of them backing down for a second.

"Not bad," Xenovia admitted. "That talent of yours, a Sacred Gear that lets you summon swords... How versatile!"

"You're not too bad either," Kiba admitted, rushing forward for another flurry of parry and thrust, neither of them quite able to pierce the other's defenses. "Able to adjust to each sword I pull out, and its own ability - "

She swung it down and the ground beneath his feet outright vanished. By now, Kiba was used to it. He'd leaped away long before it could cause an issue - but she was right on top of him again, pressing the advantage.

"You're not just sparring though, are you?" Xenovia asked. "You really do hate me, despite us being on the same side."

"Of course I do," Kiba replied. "You do know my history!"

"Rias... did mention it in the shower earlier on," Xenovia said. Yes, that's right. In the shower. Where she, a Holy Sword, had lesbian sex with a Devil. For no other reason than their tits demanded it. No, it wasn't a demand. It was a promise. It would feel really good if you went along with this, was that promise... and it was a promise that delivered. The only thing that could feel better would be - "Ragh! Taking it out on me won't bring them back!"

"Benefiting from their sacrifice makes their souls scream in agony!" Kiba retorted. "And mine as well! The Church has the gall to benefit from such acts and call itself just? The side of 'good'? What a bunch of self righteous hypocrites!"

Xenovia saw a few flaws in his style come up through his anger. In a fight to the death, she'd exploit it in full and put a quick end to the Devil there and then. However... she could not go for a lethal blow this time around, so instead she simply nicked him and sheathed her blade. It was enough to bring him down for the count.

He collapsed to the ground in a crumpled heap. Xenovia might want to move him into something more comfortable, but... Screw it. Let him lay where he fell. She collapsed up against a tree and began to play with her tits while taking deep, sucking breaths.

"Haaaa! Haaaaa! Ohhh, Issei~" she moaned to herself. "Our offspring will be soooo strong!"

"Heh..." Kiba grunted out a laugh from his position on the ground. "Well, I might not be able to take revenge on you, but maybe I don't need to. Seeing you reduced to this state... Pining over a Devil..."

That did sting. Quite a bit. As much as Xenovia had tried to fight it... if Issei were here right now she'd be crawling all over his dick in the blink of an eye. It was a test of her faith that her mind and body were willing to fail, and her soul... Her very soul... might well go along with it. This was killing her inside. Her faith in God was still unwavering, and she prayed to him for self control every chance that she got, and yet - and yet part of her also prayed those prayers were not answered.

"And what about you?" Xenovia asked. "Your tempers are not diminished by that student council vice president, or those flock of humans that surround you all day. Hrmph! Perhaps those swords of yours represent your own personal harem in some way? How is the path of vengeance when your own genitals demand you pound as much pussy as possible? I bet those souls you're trying to soothe are truly happy you're enjoying life so much."

"How dare..."

"I'm quite serious," Xenovia interrupted. "Th-that wasn't sarcasm! They're probably happier knowing you're able to move on, at least a little. Do you think they want you to live like this, burdening nothing but hatred forevermore? It's ridiculous, but... You should enjoy your new harem, Devil. I've seen the way they all look at you. Those feelings were present long before you had a hypnocock."

Kiba fell quiet until he recovered, at which point they continued their sparring from where they left off. At first, Xenovia had been so frustrated that she had intended to throw back an insult at him, but as she thought more about his past her intentions shifted and changed. God does not seek vengeance. That much is something she believed in her heart of hearts. God seeks love. And... if this Devil had been hurt unjustly, was it not her responsibility to soothe that suffering, at least a little?

If only others that follow the faith could learn from Xenovia's example, perhaps the Church could have been the 'side of good' in this conflict from the very beginning...

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Asia's main ability was, simply put, healing. She was an expert healer. In fact, some might call her the best healer imaginable. Capable of healing almost any injury, so long as it is not caused by stamina fatigue. She was already quite well versed in her Sacred Gear, Twilight Healing, and was extremely efficient in using it. Within the timeframe she had, learning offensive magic seemed quite unlikely, to say the least. For that reason her role would be to hang back and heal the others.

So, what manner of training would she need? Clearly, she could not simply sit by while everyone else worked so hard to improve. What could she do? What should she improve on, if she had no offensive capabilities to speak of and her healing power was already at its peak?

"Dodge!" Aika yelled, and then activated the automatic ball feeder at its highest setting.

"Eek!" Asia squealed, and a tennis ball shot out at quite high velocity. Naturally, it smacked her right in the forehead and sent her tumbling to the ground.

"Tsk, pathetic!" Aika rolled her eyes. "Go on, heal yourself. Might as well get some practise in. If nothing else this should get you used to a little pain."

Yes, that's right. Aika was the one helping her train. The two of them had hit it off quite well, and become fast friends. Despite the very obvious differences between them.

"Thank you," Asia said. She put her hand on her forehead, activated Twilight Healing and then got up - just in time to be hit in the guts. "Blooof!"

"Dodge!" Aika yelled. "How hard is it? Come on, you're meant to be a Devil, right?" She fired another one, and this time Asia did a somersault before landing on her tits. Which bounced her back up to her feet. The experience made the poor healer go cross-eyed. Before another ball smacked her in the jaw and this time she landed on her back. "Honestly now, if you're too busy healing yourself, you won't be able to heal the others. If you can dodge a tennis ball, you can dodge a magic spell."

"I'm not sure that's how it works..." Asia said. "Uuuurgh! Aika, are you really sure about this?"

"Not really, but it's the best we can do under the circumstances," Aika shrugged. "Now, if Rias went and turned me into a Devil and let me join her peerage, then..."

"Nuh uh!" Asia interrupted. "No chance! Then you'd have to be in the Rating Game as well, and you're not ready! We'll wait until... Until Issei is strong enough to make his own Peerage, and then... and then!"

And then they would both join his Peerage together. It was quite adorable, really. Aika could plainly see that Asia had a little crush on the big dumb hung idiot. Aika, though. She was just after the cock. The deep, satisfying cock... And all those hypnotitties that came with it.

"Fine, fine, I'll be the normie looking in as you all do your thing," Aika waved it off. "But can you do me a favour too?"

"What's that?"

Ptoom! There went another ball right to the jaw. Nasty.

"Dodge at least one of these, could you?"

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While it was true that, at this point, Kalawarna was very thoroughly mindfucked into becoming a friendly ally to the group, at this very moment in time she was feeling one thing and one thing alone. Rushing through this church that used to be their headquarters. The bodies of the cultists they'd brought with them already cleaned away. She was hiding behind a stone wall right now, panting and wheezing, wide eyed and trembling. Fear was the thing on her mind right now. Fear of - 

"Oh Kalawarna, where are you~" 

Akeno, the Queen of the Peerage of Rias Gremory.

Lightning bounced off the wall in front of her and then struck out where Kallawarna had been but a moment ago. Holy shit! She'd thought that she'd be able to give the Queen a good shot during their spar, but she was seriously out of her league here! She'd had the impression that they were quite strong, but in comparison to this - Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! If Rias and Akeno had come at them in seriousness, at their full strength, they'd have been demolished easily!

"What's the matter~" Akeno sang in sadistic glee. "I thought you were saying you would make a good sparring partner, can't you keep up?"

What was more, it was extremely obvious that she was enjoying this! Not that Kalawarna could complain, exactly. If their positions were reversed she'd be enjoying it as well. Oh! If only she could use titnosis to put the bitch under! At this point she'd much rather fool around with the Queen rather than - Wait. Wait! Of course! There was one possibility. Only one! A weakness that she had to exploit if she was going to survive this little sparring session!

To that end, she peeled off her snug dress suit, leaving herself naked, and hung it on the back of a door. If Akeno came this way, the shadows in the hallway would make it seem like Kalawarna herself. Then, she leaped to the ceiling and levitated up there, using her wings to stay up in a way no human could, pinning herself in the rafters looking down for the perfect opportunity to strike.

Akeno sauntered in, humming to herself with her tits exposed, playing with them the entire time. "Oh, I really should stop doing this~" she sang. "I won't be able to indulge in the Rating Game after - Oh, there you are.." She lifted her finger and aimed it squarely at the door. "Are you going to give in?"

Now. Kalawarner dropped down behind Akeno and immediately took hold of her targets. The big sensitive tits of Akeno Himejima! Yes, the sole weak spot she had! At this point, she was surely too durable to be hurt by someone at Kalawarner's level. Too strong, and too mighty in magic to contend with via any other means. However! Kalawarner knew full well how sensitive these spots were on her body!

Indeed, Akeno let out a big throaty moan upon contact. Success!

"You let your guard down," Kalawarner teased, delighting in digging her fingers into that willing, tender, hypnotic flesh. At this point, if not for Issei using his almighty cock to overwhelm her senses, there was no doubt that Kalawarner herself would have been put under Akeno's control. "You can't do that in your little game, kukuku..."

"Mmm... Being made to feel this way by a Fallen Angel..." Akeno grunted. "How... disgusting. How... vulgar! I love it, give me more!"

"With pleasure!" Kalawarner gloated, for a moment there returning to her true personality. A sadistic witch who delighted in seeing her enemies stumble and beg for forgiveness. "You hate Fallen Angels do you? Oh, that's right! You're the daughter of Baraqiel, aren't you?! What's the matter, got some daddy issues you need to work -"

This was when Kalawarner realised that she'd misunderstood something. You see, she'd thought that Akeno was writhing in delight from the sensation of having her tits grabbed. However, that was only part of the story. In truth, Akeno's back muscles were, indeed, writhing away... But for the sole purpose of rubbing her back into Kalawarner's nipples.

"Oh my, oh my," Akeno said as the sound of a helpless whimper escaped Kalawarner's mouth this time. "Your busy hands are truly skilled, but I think you'll find that my back is also quite talented."

"Y-You!" Kalawarner grunted, making to release Akeno - but soon finding herself trapped in place when Aken's grabbed her wrists. She couldn't step back! What was more, Akeno was now forcing her into the grope! "Ah! You lured me in on purpose!"

"Of course I did," Akeno said. "Honestly now, it feels more like I'll be the one training you instead of... Hrm, there is benefit to that as well, I suppose. It's said that often teachers learn more than they teach their students... Perhaps instead of you helping me train, I help you grow stronger instead? How does that sound?"

Kalawarner agreed before she really put any thought into it. She really should have. After all, Akeno was a half Fallen Angel, half human who had been revived as a Devil, and was also a bit of a sadist at heart. These things do not make for a comfortable or safe training session. Not for her. Not for anyone.

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After a few hours of dropping heavy things on Koneko, it had become rapidly apparent that this little kitty demon was a lot, lot hardier than she first seemed. She just shrugged it all off like it was no big deal. The toughness of the Rook. It was leaving Mittely feeling a little perturbed, if she was being honest with herself.

And so, they had decided to try something a little bit different. There were rumours of a Stray Devil around here somewhere. Dangerous things, those. Devils were meant to deal with them before they got out of hand.

"So... we're the two smallest in Master Issei's harem," Mittelt said, letting out a great big sigh as she did so. Thinking about Master Issei was the best and surest way to fill her heart with bliss.

"Aren't you supposed to be hooking up with one of the other boys?" Koneko asked. "I forget, is it Kiba or Saji?"

Hrmph! "I'm only spreading my legs for other enormous hypnococks because it's what Master Issei wants," Mittelt huffed. "There's no need to be hostile. The deep, thorough and regular dickings I've been getting have completely scrubbed my willpower free. I'm basically just a cocksleeve with a gothic sheen at this point. So? Let's be friends, shall we?"

The look that Koneko gave her upon that request was something quite unlike her wildest expectations. It was the most neutral, flat expression she'd ever seen. In fact, it was pretty much exactly like how a cat would look at you. Did... did that mean she accepted it? Rejected it? Was thinking about it? What did it mean?!

"Hsss... is that a Devil and a Fallen Angel walking side by side?" a voice hissed from the shadows. Oho! What was this, now? "I didn't think I'd be that big a deal. An alliance between two enemies...?"

A claw reached out from the shadows aimed squarely at Mittelt. Easy pickings... Or it should have been, except Koneko got in the way and blocked it first. Not a scratch on her.

"Back me up if this goes wrong," Koneko said. And then she began, by lifting that claw very, very... oh wow that was quite high in the air wasn't it?

"How strong are you again...?" Mittelt asked, right before the Stray Devil was slammed into the pavement. Was this what a Rook was capable of? If it was, the Stray Devil wasn't done yet. It quickly skittered up, its chest opened wide and it lunged down onto Koneko, swallowing her whole before either of them could react. "K-Koneko!"

"Yum!" the Stray Devil rubbed its belly. "You're next, little Fallen Angel! Not much backup, are you - Wait, what are you...?"

What she was doing was opening up her dress to flash her tits. "Open your mouth," Mittelt commanded. "I mean, your bigger mouth. That's right, keep staring. Keep gawping. They're just so big, round and perfect that you cannot help yourself, can you? Yes. Good. That's right. Stare at my tits helplessly while you fall, fall, fall..."

While she spoke, the Stray Devil's eyes faltered, and its larger chest mouth opened wide, letting Koneko force her way out. Good, that was good. Hrmph. If that was the case, then...

"Listen to me, you stupid Stray!" Mittelt spat. "You're going to... do everything in your power to help Koneko get stronger! Got it?"

"Yes, Mistress..." the Stray Devil slurred.

"Thank you," Koneko said. "If you hadn't done that... I would have torn this thing up from the inside out. Now we can get much better use out of it. As thanks, I will ask Issei to breed you - Once he has finished breeding me."

"Don't... Mention it?" Mittelt replied. Huh. Not quite what she was expecting, but - Oh fuck it, she was enjoying herself too much as a part of this group to really think about it anymore. Maybe this was the start of a beautiful friendship? "So... what should we name it?"

"Name it?" Koneko asked. "I see. This Stray is now our pet. How appropriate. In a manner of speaking, we are now adopting it."

"Not a stray anymore, in that case," Mittelt mused. "I have just the dresses to put her in, she'll look absolutely adorable."