Story: HS DxD Cocknosis

Raynare felt like something was wrong. Did you ever get that? A little feeling in the back of your head that something was amiss. Yet no matter how much you think about it, no matter where you look, everything seems fine.


This kind of feeling is quite troublesome when you're a supernatural being because you're fully and keenly aware of all the nasty, nasty things out there that might try to gobble you whole given half the chance. Makes you on edge. Paranoid. Even more paranoid than some regular human conspiracy nut.

"Did you find her?" Kalawarner asked, snapping Raynare out of that line of thought for the time being.

"I would not be back here if I had not," was her immediate answer. "She is presently taking a bath."

"So? What's the girl like?" Mittelt playfully asked. Her true motivations were transparent. She wanted to torment the girl with the gear while their true goals were still hidden away. Perhaps play some pranks on her, or buddy up to her to see the look of pain at finding out their betrayal.

Raynare didn’t know why Mittelt was like that, but then perhaps it was simply because she was weak like herself. Not totally powerless, just strong enough to have a taste of power, a small feeling of the strength of the mighty b<s>r</s>easts in this world. For the fallen who had suffered and struggled, hunted by both heaven and hell, becoming cruel was oh so easy.

"She struck me as a lonely girl in search of companionship," Raynare honestly answered. Mittelt's eyes sparkled with mischief, plainly selecting the latter option from the list of potential pranks. "Innocent and naive." And bouncy. And big. And succulent. And dominant.

"Oh, the poor dearie," Mittelt cackled. She twirled her umbrella around and then skipped off in the general direction of the bathing area. "Leave it up to Mittelt. I'll have her feeling like she has the very best of friends to rely on! Kukuku!"

“Sure, tell her that we need to go shopping later.” Raynare was rather sure that they would need more clothes for the nun. More clothes that were far bigger than her robes, big enough to contain these jiggling and bouncing funbags. Otherwise going out with the blonde would be impossible.

Once the gothic lolita fallen angel was gone from sight, Kalawarner shook her head. "You should not encourage her, you know. Mistakes are made when you mix business with playtime.” The dark haired fallen showed a look of distaste. Ah right, she had always been the professional one.

The other fallen angel's breasts drew Raynare's attention for some reason. They were pretty big, weren't they? Definitely easy on the eyes in that business suit. You could plainly see the mature curves, and yet... It wasn't enough. Huh? Wasn't enough for what, exactly? Raynare scowled. Bigger. Something needed to be... bigger, but she couldn't place it no matter how hard she tried.

“Don’t worry.. I am sure everything is fine. That girl is too naive to see through our-”

Footsteps caught their attention. Uneven footsteps at that. It was Mittelt, making a return trip clad in only a bath towel. Her eyes were bleary and her body language, almost as if she was intoxicated. There was a faint grin on her pretty face. Not a sardonic smirk but rather something else.

Raynare felt a strange sensation of deja vu for some reason upon that sight.

"Is everything alright?" Kalawarner asked.

"Our guest wants something to drink," Mittelt plainly answered. "I was thinking m-milk, if we have any."

"Milk, yes..." Raynare licked her lips. "Milk sounds delicious right about now."

“Well, I never really liked it myself. But I think we have some in the fridge.” Kalawarner answered, looking somewhat confused at the situation.

Mittelt rushed for the kitchen all of a sudden at full pelt. Her towel got snagged on the corner of a table, but she didn't seem to care at all. She simply kept on running without a care in the world.

“Are we sure that the nun has a healing sacred gear and not something that makes people drunk?” Kalawarner asked, raising an eyebrow at the way that Mittelt wandered off, seemingly without even noticing what had happened.

"The report was rather conclusive on that point," Raynare replied. Then, for no reason she could think of she added "You could always head on in and double check."

“Oh, now I see. You put some trap in there didn’t you?” She questioned, her face lighting up as if she had suddenly understood some kind of mystery.

Raynare hadn't. But somehow... Somehow it felt like Kalawarner would fall into some kind of a trap if she went in there just now. Raynare rubbed at her head and tried to concentrate. Why was that? What was this feeling?

"Dohnaseek! With me!" Kalawarner demanded. The sole male fallen angel in their group took his hat off his face and quirked an eyebrow at Kalawarner. "Something strange is going on with this new guest, and I intend to get to the bottom of it. Cover my rear."

The male Fallen shrugged and acquiesced, probably thinking it wouldn’t be worth arguing with the woman. Adjusting his trenchcoat, he got up from his chair and followed his ally slowly. Well, at least that shouldn’t be a problem. Any trap would have already been triggered by Mittelt, so it should be obvious.

"Mittelt? Why did you run off like that?"

That was the sweet and tender voice of their guest. Ah! Raynare felt herself being pulled towards the source as if by an invisible thread. Sure enough, then she appeared. Asia! Dripping wet and holding a towel in front of herself. A towel that was the biggest that they had. A towel that was much too small to completely cover her chest.

Raynare was not the sort to fall into lust, not when it came to mere humans at least. Instead she preferred to use lust to manipulate others. However, this sight was making her almost as wet as Asia was.

"Oh! Pardon me!" Asia reflexively bowed to Kalawarner and Dohnaseek. Which made the towel dip. Which made Raynare happy. Very, very happy! "I am Asia Argento. Thank you for taking care of me."

Goodness, that was a lot of cleavage. Raynare wasn’t sure if this much cleavage could even exist on a single person’s boobs without breaking a few laws of nature.

"Y-your chest..." Kalawarner stammered, pointing a trembling finger at the majesty and the splendour that was Asia's tits.

"Oh, I know! Isn't it wonderful?" Asia sighed. "It's a blessing from God!" That almost made sense to Raynare. Only a truly divine being could craft something so perfect. Never mind two of them. "By the way, I was examining them a little while ago while speaking with Mittelt and it made a really funny feeling start in the pit of my stomach. Could you perhaps take a closer look and tell me if anything is wrong. Oh, could you please look away mister?” She finished, turning towards the only male among their group. Seeming to not even consider the possibility of him trying to peep while she was stripping right next to him.

Dohnaseek was a Fallen Angel of remarkable resolve. However, even he was unable to do much more than faint dead away at the suggestion. The erection in his trousers was fairly blatant as well. Not that Raynare cared a whit. Not when she could take a closer look at those magnificent tits.

“Oh no, is he alright?” Asia asked, kneeling down next to the man and trying to check if he still had lifesigns.

"Milk! I bring milk!" Mittelt suddenly yelled, streaking across the floor and - and tripping over Dohnaseek, resulting in milk spilling all the way down Asia's tits. In that instant, all three of the Fallen Angels still conscious gave mental thumbs up, and as one moved in to clean up the mess that had been made. Using only their tongues.

And that's how Asia Argento accidentally wound up with a harem of sexy Fallen Angels at her beck and call.

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There was no question of it: Becoming a devil was the best thing to ever happen to Issei Hyoudou. It would have been enough to be able to spend time with Rias, Akeno, and Koneko. As much time as he wanted. But to be permitted to have casual sex with any of them that he wanted at any time?

Heaven! Paradise! Surely these things should be denied a devil? Yet he had them anyway!

For the time being they had moved from his bedroom to the Occult Research Clubhouse. That made sense: If they truly did do this a lot then they must have all sorts of privacy spells around the place that they couldn't quickly set up at his room... Though they would probably be there in the near future. He really didn’t want his mother to walk in on him like that again.

“Alright, so what are we doing now that we are here?” Issei asked Akeno, their group having split up when they arrived. Rias had gone to put Kiba into a bed with Koneko carrying him. Their leader had mentioned that she was going to check up on his training injuries before doing anything else.

“Oh, I just have <i>the best</i> idea.” Akeno said, a wide smile on her face. The beautiful devil grabbed hold of Issei’s arm and pulled it between her impressive breasts. Oh, he didn’t think he would ever get tired of this sort of thing now matter how often it happened. “Just come along, we can have some f~un."

This was another thing that was so great about this. The girls were hitting on him! And it had nothing at all to do with his mysterious hypno-dick because devils apparently have a stronger resistance to that sort of thing. Or something. He was a little vague on that point, but as long as nobody was being compelled against their will he was totally happy to join in on the fun!

It also took some of the pressure off, because having a giant hypnodick was playing havoc with his already ravenous libido. A true win/win situation!

"Huh? What's with this room?" Issei asked.

"Oh this?" Akeno whispered into his ear. Then she used one hand to stroke his dick through his (magically reinforced) trousers, and used her other hand to... crack a whip. "This is my bedroom, silly. Didn't you know that I lived in the clubhouse?"

“What?” Issei said, suddenly feeling very self-conscious, so much that for a moment he even forgot Akeno’s hands on his dick. But then he had never before been in a girl’s room, much less with the clear purpose of giving and receiving sexual satisfaction.

The trouble was, you see, the things on the walls were not the kind of things you would find on an ordinary girl's walls. To put it bluntly: Whips and chains and leather and paddles and an assortment of things that even Issei did not recognise. The boy was left genuinely stunned at the sight.

"BDSM?!" he yelped. The yelp was not from the surprise of the BDSM, mind. That was from the surprise of Akeno suddenly tugging down both his (again, magically reinforced) trousers and his (also magically reinforced) boxers in a single tug. Leaving Akeno kneeling on the floor with his cock at eye level.

"I was hoping to get you interested," Akeno mumbled dreamily while Issei looked around the room nervously. BDSM...? Could he get into that? If Akeno intended to say anything else it was completely forgotten a moment later when she took his entire considerable length into her mouth in a single gulp and began to deep throat him with great enthusiasm.

"Wow, you girls are sure into blowjobs!" Issei grunted, unknowingly making that now true for the devil girl enthusiastically sucking him off. It had already been a very pleasant and mind numbing experience, but now her entire body was tingling like she was the one being rhythmically pounded.

Issei looked around the room at all the 'equipment' that Akeno had acquired. He remembered full well that this open sexuality thing was apparently quite normal with devils. Did that mean...

"I get it," he grunted, eyes settling on a double ended dildo. "You're domming Koneko, aren't you?" Well. Not yet. But soon enough. "And I bet Rias dommes the both of you!" Again, not yet. But give her some time. The ideas settled easily into Akeno's mind as her worship of Issei's cock made it easily susceptible to such things.

Cue a door opening and Rias Gremory standing there looking on both of them with a look of stern disapproval... For about five seconds before Akeno pulls back and lets Rias get a good look at some swinging hypnocock. That sort of thing tended to make one’s priorities go into entirely new and sexier directions.

"Akeno, please don't be so sloppy in your approach," Rias said, gently pushing the other girl aside to kneel down besides Issei's cock. "This is how you satisfy a monstrously large pen- cock."

"No, no my King! If I am to learn then would it not be better for me to take action myself?"

"Without instruction you will merely make the same mistake again and again without realising it."

“Don’t keep Issei’s cock all to yourself.” Interrupted the white haired maiden that was Koneko, sticking her head in from aside and intently staring at the male’s delicious dick. She licked her lips in a manner reminiscent of a feline and it was clear that she was going to pounce him the first time she got a chance.

Before he even knew it he had three babes vying for his cock. Each of them on their hands and knees, licking and kissing at different parts of his length. It was surreal. Truly, impossibly surreal.

"Wow, you girls can't stop thinking about sex," Issei whistled. "You must be bigger perverts than I am!"

All three of them moaned in unison as their master's commands sunk into their minds. Though Rias at least had the good sense to wince a little on realising exactly how much harder that command would make it for them to build his harem further. On the other hand, this would at least mean that all of them would <i>enjoy</i> having more sexy girls surrounding their master’s cock. After all, even someone with a cock as glorious as Issei couldn't screw a harem made up of their whole school regularly.

So that meant they would have to help keeping further harem members satisfied after they had tasted the glory that was Issei’s cock. That didn’t sound so bad, not in the slightest.

Now she just needed to stop fantasizing about seducing girls in the changing room. That would almost certainly not work! In point of fact, they critically needed to get down to the business of moving towards expanding Issei's harem pronto... as well as starting his formal training as a new devil.

1. The girls control themselves long enough to help Issei adjust to being a devil.
2. Fuck self control. They're all bigger perverts than Issei now.
3. Meanwhile Aika is up to mischief.
4. Sona decides to check in on the club after their unusual activity earlier on.
5. Asia suddenly has a harem of Fallen Angels. What does she do with them?
6. Something else