The air was thick, almost liquid with the mingled scents of sweat, cum, ozone from Akeno's lightning, and the faint crimson burn of Venelana's Power of Destruction. Bodies glistened under the dim red lights—Rias, Akeno, and Venelana lay in a tangled, heaving pile on the soaked carpet, holes still gaping and leaking thick white streams, chests rising and falling in ragged unison.
A soft, measured knock echoed from the door—polite, precise, utterly out of place amid the debauchery.
The door opened without waiting for an answer.
Grayfia Lucifuge stepped inside.
She was perfection incarnate: a beautiful woman who appeared eternally in her early twenties, with waist-length silver hair cascading down her back in elegant waves, framed by long braids tied with small blue bows. Her red eyes (sharp and commanding, unlike the silver anime depiction) scanned the scene with calm, dignified composure. The blue-and-white French maid outfit hugged her voluptuous figure—massive breasts straining the fabric, narrow waist flaring into wide hips, long legs ending in polished heels. Red lipstick accentuated her full lips, and the white headband sat perfectly atop her head.
She carried a silver tray with tea and towels, as if this were a routine evening service.
Yet the room's heat hit her like a wave. Her nostrils flared slightly, red eyes narrowing as she took in the sight of her sister-in-law Rias, her mother-in-law Venelana, and the queen Akeno—all wrecked, cum-drenched, and panting.
"Lady Venelana. Lady Rias. Lady Akeno." Her voice was velvet steel—calm, refined, perfectly controlled. "I sensed... irregularities in the ORC demonic signature. It appears the 'irregularities' are quite... extensive."
Venelana pushed up on one elbow, flaxen hair wild, a wicked smile curling her lips despite the exhaustion. "Grayfia. Perfect timing. We were just discussing how the night still lacks a certain... authority."
Grayfia set the tray down with deliberate grace, the clink of porcelain the only sound for a moment. She glanced at Jax—his towering frame, dark skin glistening, that monstrous black cock still half-hard and dripping—and her red eyes lingered. No flush, no gasp. Just a faint, imperceptible tightening of her posture.
"I see." She stepped forward, heels clicking. "As head maid of the Gremory household, it is my duty to maintain order. Even in... chaos."
Rias, voice hoarse from screaming, managed a breathless laugh. "Sister-in-law... you don't have to pretend. We know what you really came for."
Grayfia's expression remained serene, but she reached up and slowly unpinned her maid headband, letting it fall. Then, with the same measured precision, she began unbuttoning her dress from the top—each button a deliberate click.
"The Strongest Queen does not 'pretend'," she said softly. "She observes. She evaluates. And when necessary... she corrects."
The dress slipped from her shoulders, revealing lace lingerie that barely contained her overflowing breasts, nipples already hard and dark through the sheer fabric. Her body was flawless—voluptuous yet toned, skin pale and glowing with restrained demonic power. She stepped out of the dress, now in nothing but lingerie, garters, and heels.
Jax's cock twitched visibly at the sight.
Grayfia approached him, silver hair swaying like liquid moonlight. She stopped inches away, looking up into his eyes with absolute composure.
"You are the one who has... entertained my family so thoroughly." Her gloved hand reached out, fingers wrapping around his thick shaft—barely able to encircle it. She stroked once, slow and firm, feeling every vein pulse under her touch. "Impressive. But strength without discipline is merely barbarism."
She squeezed—hard. Jax growled low.
Then, without warning, she dropped to her knees—elegant, controlled—and took the head of his cock into her mouth. No hesitation. Her lips stretched wide around the girth, throat opening as she swallowed half his length in one smooth motion. She hummed—deep, vibrating—and demonic energy crackled faintly around her, a cold silver aura that made the air chill even as the room burned.
Venelana laughed darkly. "There she is. The Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation."
Grayfia pulled off with a wet pop, red eyes flicking to the three women on the floor. "You have all been... undisciplined." She rose, shedding the last of her lingerie until she stood naked—perfect curves, silver hair framing her like a halo of frost. "I will restore order. Starting with you."
She moved to Rias first—her sister-in-law—grabbing her by the crimson hair and pulling her up into a fierce, dominating kiss. Tongues battled; Grayfia tasted the cum still on Rias's lips and claimed it. Then she pushed Rias down onto her back and straddled her face.
"Lick," Grayfia commanded. "Clean what remains while I prepare the rest."
Rias obeyed instantly, tongue plunging into Grayfia's already-wet pussy—tasting the matriarch's cool arousal.
Grayfia turned to Akeno next, beckoning her with a finger. Akeno crawled forward, lightning sparking weakly. Grayfia grabbed her by the throat—gentle but unyielding—and guided her mouth to one breast. "Suck. And do not hold back your sparks."
Akeno's tongue swirled around the hard nipple; faint lightning zapped, making Grayfia inhale sharply—but her composure never cracked.
Finally, Grayfia looked at Venelana. "Mother-in-law. Join us. I require... assistance."
Venelana grinned, moving behind Grayfia and pressing her body flush—hands roaming over the silver-haired queen's curves, fingers dipping between her thighs to spread her open.
Jax stepped forward, cock throbbing. Grayfia met his gaze.
"Take me," she ordered, voice low and absolute. "Both holes. Show me the extent of your... capabilities. Then we will see who truly dominates tonight."
Jax gripped her hips and thrust—first into her tight pussy, stretching her experienced walls, then angling lower to breach her ass in the same brutal motion. Grayfia gasped—once, sharply—but quickly swallowed it, red eyes blazing as she took every inch in both holes.
The room filled once more with wet slaps, muffled moans, and the crackle of power—silver demonic energy mingling with lightning and destruction.
Grayfia rode the dual penetration with regal control, directing every thrust, every lick, every spark.
"Harder," she commanded. "Until I am satisfied. Until you all remember who truly rules the Gremory household."
The orgy reignited—fiercer, more intense—with the Silver Queen at its center, unbreakable, insatiable.
Grayfia Lucifuge did not break. She conquered.
Even as Jax's monstrous cock stretched both her holes to their absolute limits—pussy and ass gaping grotesquely around his girth, thin membrane between them bulging with every brutal thrust—she remained the eye of the storm. Her silver hair swayed like frozen silk, red eyes cold and unblinking, lips parted only to issue commands in that velvet-steel voice that brooked no disobedience.
She rode him backward—impaled on both shafts of flesh and will—while her gloved hands (she had kept the white silk gloves on, a deliberate symbol of untouchable authority) gripped the back of Jax's neck, nails digging in just enough to draw thin lines of blood that healed instantly under demonic regeneration.
"Harder," she ordered, voice never rising above a dangerous whisper. "You will not cum until I permit it. Understand?"
Jax growled, hips snapping forward with bone-jarring force. Each thrust drove a wet, obscene squelch from her body, thick ropes of her arousal and his earlier seed bubbling out around his shaft in frothy white streams that ran down her thighs and dripped onto Akeno's upturned face below.
Grayfia reached down without looking, fingers tangling in Akeno's raven hair. She yanked the queen's head up until Akeno's mouth was pressed flush against the messy, stretched junction where Jax disappeared into both her holes.
"Clean," Grayfia commanded. "Every drop that dares escape. You will not waste a single molecule of what belongs to the Gremory household."
Akeno's tongue plunged immediately—lapping, sucking, swirling around the straining shaft as it pistoned in and out. Lightning sparked weakly from her lips, zapping Grayfia's swollen clit with every pass, making the Silver Queen's thighs tremble for the first time—but only for a heartbeat. Grayfia crushed the reaction instantly, composure snapping back like a steel trap.
Venelana knelt beside them, massive breasts heaving. Grayfia crooked a finger.
"Mother-in-law. Present yourself properly."
Venelana obeyed without hesitation—turning, bending at the waist, spreading her own ass cheeks wide to expose both still-gaping, cum-leaking holes.
Grayfia leaned forward—still riding Jax's relentless pounding—and spat directly onto Venelana's asshole. Then she pushed three fingers inside without preamble, twisting them viciously.
"You allowed this chaos to begin," Grayfia said calmly, voice never breaking despite the brutal double penetration shaking her body. "Now you will help me end it."
She added a fourth finger, then her thumb—slowly forcing her entire fist back into Venelana's ass while continuing to ride Jax. Venelana moaned, low and broken, hips bucking back onto Grayfia's arm.
Rias crawled forward next—still trembling from her last shattering orgasm. Grayfia grabbed her by the crimson hair and pulled her face between her own thighs.
"Suck my clit while your pawn fucks me," she instructed. "If I feel even a moment of hesitation, you will be denied release for the remainder of the night."
Rias latched on immediately—tongue flicking frantically over Grayfia's engorged nub, sucking hard, teeth grazing just enough to sting. Grayfia's free hand came down—slapping Rias's ass with a sharp crack that echoed through the room.
"Harder," Grayfia hissed. Another slap. "Deeper."
The room became a symphony of wet flesh, muffled moans, crackling lightning, and the low, rhythmic slap of Jax's hips against Grayfia's ass.
Grayfia orchestrated it all.
She tightened her inner muscles—both pussy and ass clamping down like iron vices around Jax's cock. He roared, muscles straining, sweat pouring down his dark skin.
"You will hold," she said, voice icy. "You will not spill inside me until every woman in this room has cum screaming my name."
She increased the pace of her own hips—riding him now with punishing precision, forcing him deeper, harder, faster. Her silver aura flared brighter, cold and cutting, wrapping around Jax's shaft and squeezing rhythmically—milking him without mercy while denying him release.
Akeno came first—violently, uncontrollably—squirting hard against Grayfia's thigh as she continued to lick and suck the overflowing mess. "Grayfia-sama—!" she screamed, voice cracking.
Venelana followed—ass clenching around Grayfia's buried fist, body convulsing as she howled the Silver Queen's name into the carpet.
Rias shattered next—grinding her face desperately against Grayfia's pussy, tongue never stopping even as her own orgasm ripped through her, squirting in powerful arcs that soaked the floor beneath them. "Grayfia—fuck—Grayfia-sama—!"
Only then did Grayfia allow herself to climax.
Her body went rigid—back arching, silver hair whipping back like a frozen storm. A low, dangerous moan escaped her perfect lips as both holes spasmed violently around Jax's cock—milking him with punishing contractions.
"Now," she commanded, voice breaking for the first time into something almost feral. "Fill me. Mark me as the one who owns you."
Jax roared—control finally shattering. He slammed to the hilt in both holes and erupted—thick, scalding ropes blasting deep inside her, pulse after violent pulse until cum overflowed instantly, pouring out in creamy rivers that Akeno and Rias fought to catch with their tongues.
Grayfia held him there—still riding out the aftershocks—until every last drop had been wrung from him.
Only then did she rise—slow, regal, cum dripping in thick strands from both gaping holes down her pale thighs.
She looked down at the three wrecked women and the panting, spent pawn.
"Order," she said softly, "has been restored."
Her red eyes gleamed.
"For now."
She turned on her heel—silver hair swaying, heels clicking—and walked toward the door.