Chapter 2: Dominion's Embrace
The church's stained glass shattered inward as dawn's light pierced the haze of smoke and blood. Rias lay beneath me on the altar, her chest rising and falling in ragged breaths, her pussy still fluttering around my cock as the last spurts of my cum leaked out. Her crimson hair splayed like a halo of fire, and her eyes—those piercing blue eyes—locked onto mine with a mix of confusion, fear, and an undercurrent of reluctant heat. I pulled out slowly, watching my seed drip from her swollen folds, and helped her sit up, my hands gentle on her shoulders.
"Gasper... what have you done?" she whispered, voice hoarse from her cries of pleasure. She glanced at the scorched remains of Kiba, the sealed chamber holding Akeno and Koneko, and the fading portal where I'd banished Issei to his endless hell.
I cupped her face, thumb tracing her lips. "Protected you, Rias. From them. From everyone who isn't worthy." My voice was low, laced with the obsession that burned in my veins. She was my anchor in this reborn chaos, the one I'd claim body and soul without the cruelty I'd unleash on the rest. Great Sage, I queried silently. Status on bindings?
All seals intact. No external intrusions detected. Energy reserves at 98%. Recommend expansion of territorial control.
She shivered under my touch, pulling her uniform closed but not pushing me away. "This power... it's not you. The real Gasper wouldn't—"
"The real Gasper is gone," I interrupted, kissing her forehead. "I'm here now. For you." I stood, adjusting my pants over my softening erection, the black fabric fitting snug against my lithe frame. No more hiding in boxes or cowering from exorcists. This body, this world—it was mine to reshape.
Akeno's voice echoed from the sealed chamber, muffled but insistent. "President! What's happening?" Koneko's growl followed, a low rumble of nekomata fury.
Rias tensed, but I waved a hand. Great Sage, partial release. The barrier shimmered, allowing sound but not escape. "They're safe," I assured Rias, pulling her to her feet and wrapping an arm around her waist. Her body molded against mine, soft curves pressing into my smaller frame, stirring my cock anew.
"Let them out, Gasper. We can talk—"
"No." My tone sharpened, but I softened it for her, nuzzling her neck. "They'll understand soon. Or they won't. Either way, you're with me now."
Before she could protest, a ripple tore through the air—a teleportation circle blooming in the nave. Grayfia Lucifuge stepped through, her silver hair impeccable, maid uniform hugging her voluptuous figure like a second skin. Sirzechs's queen, the strongest devil in the underworld, eyes narrowing at the carnage. "Rias-sama? Report."
Rias straightened, but I held her close, my hand possessively on her hip. Grayfia's gaze flicked to me, recognition dawning. "Gasper Vladi. The bishop. What is this?"
I smirked, crimson eyes glowing. Great Sage, analyze threat level. Grayfia Lucifuge: Ultimate-class devil. Combat prowess: High. Recommend subjugation protocol. No fear. Just hunger for control. "A new order," I said aloud. "Starting with you."
She raised a hand, ice magic coiling like serpents. "Insolence. Stand down, child."
Temporal distortion. Time slowed to a crawl around her, her spell freezing mid-cast. I moved like lightning, closing the distance. My fist connected with her abdomen—thud—driving air from her lungs. She gasped as time resumed, staggering back, but I followed with a knee to her thigh, cracking the bone with a sharp snap. She cried out, silver hair whipping as she summoned barriers, but null field shattered them effortlessly.
"Gasper!" Rias shouted, but there was no stopping this. Grayfia was a symbol of the old guard—Sirzechs's puppet, Rias's overseer. She'd kneel or break.
I grabbed her wrist, twisting until the joint popped—dislocation sending her to one knee. "Kneel properly," I commanded, forcing her down. She glared up, defiance in her violet eyes, but I healed the damage with a pulse of light, bone grinding back into place just to remind her of vulnerability. Then, I shattered her shoulder—crunch—watching her face contort in pain.
"Stop this madness!" Rias pleaded, stepping forward, but I shot her a look that halted her. "Watch, my love. See how I protect our future."
Grayfia spat blood, trying to rise. Pain amplifier. Her scream echoed as the agony from her shoulder multiplied, nerves firing like wildfire. I broke her other arm next, ulna fracturing under my boot, then mended it seamlessly. She begged through gritted teeth, "Please... mercy..."
"Beg better." I hoisted her by the throat, slamming her against the wall. Her uniform tore at the seams, exposing pale skin and the swell of her breasts. Fingers dug into her ribs—crack crack—each one snapping like twigs. Healed, then her legs: femurs pulverized with telekinetic force, knees buckling inward. She howled, body convulsing, but I kept her conscious, regeneration teasing the edge of relief before yanking it away.
Rias covered her mouth, eyes wide, but she didn't intervene. Good. She'd learn to accept this.
Grayfia's spirit cracked after the pelvis—shattered with a downward strike, hips grinding to splinters. "No more... I'll serve... anything..." Tears streamed down her face, makeup smearing.
I dropped her, broken form pooling at my feet. Great Sage, loyalty imprint. A subtle magic wove into her mind, binding her will to mine without erasing it. She gasped as bones knit, standing shakily, uniform in tatters. "Master," she murmured, head bowed, though resentment flickered.
"Better." I turned to Rias, pulling her into a kiss—deep, reassuring. My tongue danced with hers, hands sliding under her skirt to cup her ass, squeezing the firm flesh. She melted into it, a soft moan escaping as my fingers teased her slick entrance again.
Grayfia watched, silent. "Prepare the others," I ordered her. "Akeno, Koneko. Bring them here."
She nodded, teleporting away. Moments later, she returned with the two in tow—bound in ice chains that melted upon arrival. Akeno stumbled, her black ponytail disheveled, priestess outfit clinging to her ample chest. Koneko glared, white hair tousled, her tiny body coiled like a spring.
"Buchou!" Akeno cried, rushing to Rias, but I intercepted, shadows coiling around her ankles.
"Stay," I said. Rias looked torn, but she nodded faintly. Progress.
Koneko lunged, senjutsu-enhanced punch aimed at my head. Dodge and counter. I sidestepped, grabbing her arm and slamming her down—wrist snapping under the impact. She yipped in pain, neko ears twitching. Healed instantly, but I followed with a stomp to her knee—patella shattering. "Traitor," she hissed.
"Loyal to the wrong cause." I broke her other leg, tibia crunching, then her fingers one by one—tiny snaps like breaking pencils. She begged after the fifth, voice childlike and broken. "Hurts... stop..."
Akeno summoned lightning, but absorb and redirect. It fizzled into my palm, then blasted back, singeing her hair. I approached her next, ripping open her top—buttons flying—to reveal full breasts heaving with fear. "Sadist," she whispered, but her nipples hardened in the cool air.
I twisted her arm behind her back—shoulder dislocating with a wet pop—then healed it to grip her throat. "You'll serve too." Fingers plunged into her skirt, finding her wet despite the terror. Devils and their masochism. I shoved her against the altar beside Rias, hiking her skirt and tearing panties aside. My cock, hard again from the dominance, thrust into her pussy without preamble—tight heat enveloping me.
She gasped, body arching as I pounded deep, balls slapping her ass. "No... ah!" But her walls clenched, betraying her. Rias watched, cheeks flushed, hand unconsciously slipping between her thighs.
I fucked Akeno hard, one hand breaking her collarbone—crack—mid-thrust, her scream mixing with moans. Healed, then ribs: snapped sequentially, puncturing briefly before mending. She came around me, juices squirting, begging incoherently—"More... stop... fuck me..."—lost in the pain-pleasure haze.
Koneko crawled away, but Grayfia restrained her. I pulled out of Akeno, cum splattering her thighs, and turned to the rook. Lifting her small frame, I impaled her on my dick—her pussy stretching around me, impossibly tight. She wailed as I bounced her, breaking her arms—elbows popping—then healing to hold her steady. "Too big... breaks me..." she sobbed, but her hips bucked instinctively.
Rias approached, eyes dark with arousal. "Gasper..." She kissed me over Koneko's shoulder, tongue urgent, as I thrust upward, grinding into the neko girl's core. Koneko orgasmed with a yowl, claws raking my back—drawing blood that healed instantly.
I set her down, spent and trembling, and claimed Rias again—bending her over the altar, sliding into her from behind. Her ass jiggled with each slap, pussy milking me as I fucked her possessively. "Mine," I growled, hand on her throat—not choking, just holding. She pushed back, moaning my name, climax crashing as I filled her once more.
The others knelt, broken and bound by my will. Loyalty imprints sealed on Akeno and Koneko, their eyes glazing with forced devotion. Grayfia stood watch, her own body aching from the ordeal.
But threats loomed. Sirzechs would sense this. The underworld stirred. Great Sage, scout external forces. Incoming: Vali Lucifer and his team. Azazel's Grigori scouts. Estimated arrival: 5 minutes.
"Time to move," I said, pulling Rias close. Her hand intertwined with mine, acceptance blooming. We teleported as one—church vanishing behind us—to the Gremory estate, a sprawling mansion in the underworld's crimson skies. Grayfia followed with the others, depositing them in a warded chamber for 'recovery.'
The estate's halls echoed with our footsteps. Servants scattered at my approach, devils bowing instinctively to the overwhelming aura. Rias led me to her chambers—opulent, red silk sheets on a massive bed. "Rest," she murmured, but her eyes promised more.
I pushed her onto the bed, stripping her fully this time. Her body glowed in the dim light—full breasts, trimmed red bush above her glistening pussy. I dove between her thighs, tongue lapping her folds, sucking her clit until she bucked, fingers in my silver hair. "Gasper... yes..." She came on my mouth, sweet nectar flooding.
Then I entered her missionary, slow and deep, savoring every inch. Her legs locked around me, nails digging into my back as I built rhythm—thrusts grinding her G-spot. "Love you," I whispered, the obsession spilling out. She gasped, "I... I feel it too," and we peaked together, my cum painting her womb.
Post-bliss, alarms blared. Vali's voice boomed through the wards: "Gasper Vladi! Surrender the heiress!"
I rose, cock slick, pulling on pants. Rias dressed hurriedly. "Stay here."
"No. Together."
Outside, the grounds swarmed—Vali in his white armor, wings of light unfurled, flanked by his peerage: Kuroka, the seductive nekomata; Le Fay, petite witch; and others. Azazel hovered above, fallen angel wings beating, his face grim.
"Impressive," Vali sneered, Divide gauge charging. "But you're outmatched."
Great Sage, multi-target suppression. Shadows erupted, coiling like tentacles. Vali dodged, countering with a light spear that I reflected back, grazing his arm. Azazel fired light beams; absorb and amplify turned them into a barrage that scorched his allies.
Kuroka pounced, youjutsu claws extended. I caught her mid-air, slamming her down—spine cracking against stone. She yowled, healed, then I broke her legs—femurs shattering. "Master... no..." Begging already.
Le Fay chanted, illusions blooming, but reality anchor dispelled them. I grabbed her throat, fingers crushing her windpipe—gurgle—then mending to hear her pleas. "Mercy... I'll submit..."
Vali roared, charging with boosted strength. Power null. His attack fizzled; I countered with a punch to his jaw—teeth cracking—followed by knee to gut, ribs splintering. He dropped, healed, then I dislocated both shoulders—pops echoing—twisting until he screamed.
Azazel dove, but Grayfia intercepted—ice spears clashing with his light. I left her to it, focusing on Vali. Torment chains. They wrapped him, yanking limbs—arms tearing from sockets, legs fracturing in unison. He begged after the third cycle: "Enough... stop the pain..."
I broke his pelvis next—grinding bones to powder—nerves amplified until he thrashed, voice raw. "Kill me... please... I yield..."
His peerage knelt, imprints sealing. Azazel yielded too, wings clipped by my magic—feathers falling as he submitted.
Rias watched from the balcony, pride mixing with the darkness. I returned to her, bloodied but unbowed, pulling her into a fierce kiss. "Our empire grows."
Inside, I took her again—against the wall, her legs around my waist as I thrust upward, cock buried deep. She clawed my shoulders, moaning into my mouth, pussy clenching as we came—her juices dripping down my thighs.
Vali and the others were teleported to prisons: Vali to a dimension of perpetual fractures, healing and breaking in loops; his team to labor camps, bodies mended but spirits crushed.
Word spread—underworld trembling. Sirzechs summoned us, but I'd be ready. With Rias at my side, fucking her through the nights, torturing the days away, nothing could stand.
Grayfia reported: exorcist remnants gathering, angels stirring. I smiled, hand on Rias's breast, pinching her nipple. "Let them come."
We prepared—me crafting new powers: Apocalypse gate, summoning hellish legions; Soul devour, stripping essence from foes. Rias trained beside me, her power syncing with mine, our bond deepening in sweat and cum.
One night, as I licked her pussy to orgasm—tongue delving deep, fingers in her ass—she whispered, "I love you, Gasper. This... us."
Obsession fulfilled. But the world awaited conquest.
End of Chapter 2