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The Supe Devil 1
🕑 Added 2024-09-17 00:59:37 +0000 UTCSummary: A self insert is reborn as the son of Serafall Leviathan and the world's most infamous supe. What will he do with all that power, whatever the $$$$ he wants!
The Boys / Highschool DxD Crossover
A/N: Yes, the MC in this story has the same name as one of my other MCs, but this is not a rewrite. I just like the name Marcus
Chapter 1:
Have you ever wished to be reborn with power?
The kind of power that lets you live life on your terms, where no one can dictate your every move? Well, almost no one. My mom in this new life was pretty intimidating, so it was wise to stay on her good side…
But beyond her, I wielded that power!
Eighteen years ago, I was reborn into this world, familiar yet strikingly different. I was reborn as Marcus Sitri, son of the legendary Maou Leviathan and a renowned human man. From the start, I was set for life. I had little to worry about—except for the occasional escape from my mom’s overprotective clutches.
That wasn’t my style, though. I didn’t want to simply ride on my mom’s coattails. I was determined to carve out my own path, to gain my own power and respect.
I trained relentlessly, pushing myself beyond healthy limits. My goal was clear: to become the strongest, to rise above. I knew it would take time, but I was willing to wait for that day.
…And then it happened. A slender blue fist shattered my defenses and collided with my face! The impact was immense.
I grunted in pain as I was hurled backward. My body crashed into a tree, which disintegrated into dust upon impact. The same fate befell the next few trees as I continued to plow through the forest. I didn’t stop until I had torn through half the woods. My ears rang from the deafening booms. She had hit me so hard that I’d broken the sound barrier—four times over.
That hit would have obliterated any High-Class devil instantly.
“Come now, Marcus. I’ve trained you better than this. What has you so distracted today?” My teacher’s voice cut through the haze of pain. The beautiful blue woman glided around the devastation with effortless grace, standing before me.
She was Tiamat, the Chaos Karma Dragon Queen! In her humanoid form, she was no less formidable. She had been my combat instructor for years. Unlike most devils, I preferred hand-to-hand combat over spellcasting. A few years back, my mom had enlisted Tiamat’s help. With nothing better to do, Tiamat agreed. Though she had never trained a pupil before, let alone a young half-devil, I strived not to disappoint her.
“Sorry, Tiamat. I was just thinking about later today. But now you’ve definitely got my full attention after that hit!” I wiped the blood from my lip and charged at her, delivering a punch with all my might. The force of my blow shook the very earth beneath us. Yet Tiamat barely flinched.
Yeah, she was ridiculously powerful…
“Not bad, brat…” Tiamat chuckled.
Ah, damn it…
I gagged as Tiamat’s quick jab to my stomach left me gasping for breath. She wasn’t holding back today!
Even her casual punches could bring most Ultimate Class beings to their knees. She was one of the world’s strongest entities, at the peak of Ultimate Class in her humanoid form, and even more fearsome as a full dragon—an incredible Super Class I had yet to witness firsthand.
“When fighting a stronger opponent, don’t hold back your demonic power. Make every blow count. You won’t outlast their reserves, so your best chance is to maximize the damage!” Tiamat delivered this advice while relentlessly pummeling me. She spun around and kicked me with such force that the air around us ignited.
At least Tiamat’s powerful punch had sent me flying far enough to catch my breath for a few moments.
Once I regained my bearings, I focused on her advice, channeling every ounce of my demonic power into my next strike. The forest floor shattered as Tiamat rocketed off the ground, blitzing towards me with a speed that covered miles in less than half a second. This time, I was ready.
My fist connected with her with a sound like an explosion. Tiamat was blasted back over ten feet before she could steady herself. It might not have seemed like much, but that was the hardest hit I’d ever landed on her.
The beautiful grin on her blue lips told me she was impressed. “Much better!” she exclaimed, her voice full of approval. “That’s enough for today, I suppose.” Without warning, Tiamat enveloped me in a tight embrace. I felt my feet lift off the ground as she squeezed me with a strength that defied her slender frame.
It must have been a comical sight—her barely five-foot-tall frame lifting a towering, muscular guy like me. “I’m still going to visit all the time, Tia,” I said, my feet dangling beneath me. “Teleportation magic exists, after all. And who says you can’t visit me in the human world?”
“The other gods don’t like it when beings of my caliber step out into the mortal realm,” she whined, her voice tinged with frustration. “Humans are too fragile; I always end up breaking some of them, and they get mad at me for it.”
“Screw what the other gods think!” I retorted. “You’re the Chaos Karma Dragon Queen Tiamat. The opinions of those lesser gods shouldn’t matter to you. Hell, they don’t mean anything to me. I’m already more powerful than many of this world’s so-called gods.” Considering my Ultimate Class status, I was far above the majority of gods, who barely reached High Class. It was disgraceful that such weak beings attempted to dictate what their superiors could or couldn’t do. “If anything, we are the next gods of this world—”
Tiamat laughed and cut me off. “Yes, yes, you do have a point. The faith in the world is fading, and so are the powers of the gods who rely on it. The era is changing,” she admitted. Though Tiamat was no longer as strong as she was at her peak, she no longer relied on the faith of worshippers to sustain her power.
The devil race might be dwindling, but I believed we were still the future of the supernatural world. Who could truly compete with us? The Fallen Angels? They were too busy indulging in their own desires to be a real threat. The Angels? They were a joke at this point, holed up in Heaven and avoiding conflict at all costs to keep their even smaller numbers from shrinking. They were basically the Devil's lackeys in canon. They were currently trying to create the Brave Saint’s System—a method for humans to become Angels. It was destined to fail. Humans were too passionate to be Angels. They weren’t wired to suppress all their emotions for the rest of eternity.
“Good luck in the human world, Marcus. Get stronger so that next time we meet, you can tame this dragon.” Tiamat winked at me before vanishing completely from my senses.
I grinned at the empty space where she had been standing. It was the first time she had acknowledged the possibility of me being her mate. And who wouldn’t want to say they tamed the only female dragon king? I needed to get even stronger. A female dragon would never submit to a male weaker than herself.
CREAK…CRASH!
The last standing tree in the area toppled over and fell to the ground. I surveyed the devastation left by our sparring session—miles of forest reduced to ruin.
“Yeah, I’m not cleaning any of this up.” With that, I teleported back home, leaving the wreckage behind.
…
“Maaaaaaaaaarcuuuuuuuuuus!” My mother’s exuberant cheer was the only warning I got before I was enveloped in her second bone-crushing hug of the day. I hadn’t even sensed her approach. “Oh, my baby boy has just graduated from high school! I’m so proud of you!”
She dragged us both to the ground, not letting go. I didn’t even try to escape—such efforts were always futile. My mother’s love was inescapable. That was simply the nature of my second life.
“Thank you, Mom…” I managed to say, hugging her back as we lay sprawled on the ground.
Nearby, other parents and fellow graduates watched us with a mix of amusement and irritation. I didn’t care about their opinions. My mother was free to be herself, regardless of the crowd.
She was strong, after all.
Fortunately, most of my classmates were accustomed to my mother’s over-the-top antics by now. She’d snuck into Kuoh Academy dozens of times over the past three years, and scenes like this were becoming a regular occurrence.
“Nee-san! Stop embarrassing my nephew on his big day!” My aunt, who was only a year younger than me, rushed over and attempted to pry her overenthusiastic sister off me. Unfortunately, she wasn’t strong enough to move my mother. All she could do was scold her.
“Nee-san! Serafall Nee-san! Get off of Marcus! You’re embarrassing us!” Sona Sitri, my aunt, whined at her older sister.
Serafall tightened her embrace, causing me to wince slightly. “No, I don’t want to. Soon he’ll run off, get a girlfriend—or fifty—and do adult things, and I’ll never see my baby boy again!” she lamented loudly.
“He already has a girlfriend—Rias! You approved of them as a couple. So get off, Marcus!” Sona shouted, drawing many curious glances in my direction.
Several graduating young men shot me envious glares. Rias was undeniably the hottest girl at the academy, and they resented me for being with her.
Not that they ever had a chance…
I laughed at their jealousy, feeling a bit sorry for them. Many of those graduating young men would soon become nameless salary workers, while I was destined to be a god who could do whatever I wanted. Life had dealt me a favorable hand—well, in my second life, at least.
“No!” my mother exclaimed dramatically. “My baby boy is all grown up now, and he won’t have any time for his precious mother!” Tears welled up in her eyes, though I knew they were magically conjured. My mother was an exceptional actress. “Waaaaaaaaa!” she cried, clinging to me even as I managed to stand. She hung off me like a koala.
“How can a grown woman act that way?”
“For shame…”
“What’s wrong with that family?”
Serafall’s dramatics were attracting unwanted attention, and many of the human parents began to badmouth her. I felt a surge of demonic power rising in response to their rude comments.
“It’s okay, Marcus,” Serafall whispered as she held me close. “Who cares what a bunch of weaklings think about us?” It was one of the things I admired about my mother. She lived as she pleased and told critics to get lost—or dealt with them herself.
Serafall Leviathan was a Maou, one of the most powerful beings on the planet. She routinely put the so-called 'gods' in their place whenever they got uppity. Just last week, a minor land god in China had insulted her magical girl costume during a meeting. My mother’s response was swift, she slapped him so hard he flew all the way to Africa and crashed into the Sahara. They still haven’t found all of his teeth.
I could hear Sona let out a long sigh from above us. “Can you two please stop making a scene now?”
“Just think of it like this, Sona: at least you’ll know what to expect when you graduate next year,” I said with a grin. Sona looked absolutely mortified at the thought. Just because I existed in this world didn’t mean Serafall had any less affection for her darling So-tan! At least with the two of us, we managed to divide the craziness in two.
After many assurances and promises that I wasn’t abandoning her, and that I would visit as often as possible, my mother finally let go.
“Come on, you two. Lady Behemoth and my parents are waiting outside,” Sona said, already heading for the gym exit.
“My Queen prefers to be called Behe-tan!” Serafall chimed in cheerfully. “You have to call her that from now on!”
I knew for a fact that Behemoth didn’t actually like that name, but she never argued because she and Mom were best friends. Once a gigantic endbringer, Behemoth had transformed into a stunning blonde with supermodel looks after becoming a devil. She wore a stylish secretary outfit and sharp glasses, a stern taskmaster who kept Serafall on schedule—though Serafall often ran off to spend time with Sona or me, conveniently ignoring that schedule.
We left the auditorium and headed outside to the school grounds, where more familiar faces awaited. My grandparents on my mother’s side were there, along with my mother’s Queen, as Sona had mentioned.
“Behe-tan!! My son is all grown up now, and I’m so sad. Do you know any magic that can turn him into a baby again so I can raise my boy all over?” Serafall asked loudly. To some, Mom’s question might have seemed like a joke, but I knew her well enough to understand that if she had a crazy idea, she’d follow through unless someone stopped her.
A bead of sweat dripped down my brow. Magic was amazing, but that was impossible—RIGHT!?
Thankfully, Behemoth responded with a firm, “Such magic is impossible.”
I wasn’t entirely convinced of the truth behind her statement, especially since Behemoth winked at me as she said it. She was basically my second aunt at this point—one who always had my back. Whenever Mom’s affections got a bit too overwhelming, her Queen was there to keep things in check.
“Now, now, sweetie. Don’t let the intrusive thoughts win. We’ve talked about this,” my grandmother chided her eldest daughter. She was a striking woman, her beauty tempered by an air of stern authority that made her resemble a 30-year-old version of Sona.
That was my grandmother, Lady Cecilia Sitri. She had led the matriarchal Sitri clan for hundreds of years. One day, Sona would take over that position because, in House Sitri, only a woman could hold the title of matriarch.
I didn’t mind at all. Running a large pillar clan involved a mountain of paperwork that I had no desire to tackle at my age. Sona, on the other hand, seemed to thrive on the bureaucracy. If I ever wanted to be recognized as a Duke in the underworld, I figured I could always start my own clan in the future.
My grandfather was also present today, though his presence was more of a formality. Marco Sitri, a minor pureblood who married into the Sitri clan, held little political power and was only a Middle Class being. Even Sona had surpassed him in strength. The prevailing notion was that Cecilia had married him for his looks and her desire for attractive heirs. When it came to love or pleasure, my grandmother had a reverse harem on the side. Poor Marco wasn’t allowed a harem of his own because my grandmother didn’t trust him to not accidentally create an illegitimate child.
His predicament proved to me that strength truly was everything in this world.
While our family caught up, we were approached by another familiar Devil family—the Gremory Clan. Rias broke away from her family and ran over to me. Finally, I found myself in a hug that didn’t threaten to dislocate my bones.
“Marcus, congratulations on graduating! Ugh, I have to wait a whole year to do the same! It’s going to stink not having you here anymore,” said my stunning red-haired girlfriend, her voice filled with both excitement and a hint of sadness. She pulled me into a tight embrace.
My mother, ever the dramatist, hissed in jealousy at having to share her son. Fortunately, Behe-tan intervened, yanking her back and scolding her for making a scene. Serafall stood off to the side, pouting as she watched.
I leaned in and gave Rias a quick kiss on the lips. “Don’t worry, just because I won’t be attending Kuoh anymore doesn’t mean I won’t be visiting. I’ll drop by at least once a week.”
Rias’s family followed behind her, all of them smiling warmly at us. None of them had an issue with our relationship. Well, her father had initially disapproved of her dating a Half-Devil, but once I passed the Ultimate Class exam, he had no choice but to keep his opinions to himself.
I still received weekly jealous death threats from Riser Phenex, though he hadn’t acted on any of them yet. Instead, he’d leaked our relationship status to the press in a failed attempt to slander us.
When Rias and I officially got together, it didn’t take long for the news to spread throughout the underworld. The scandal of the Heir of the Gremory clan dating a Half-Devil made waves, but my mother, Serafall—Fucking—Leviathan, ensured that any Devil News Networks attempting to slander her ‘precious baby boy’ faced her full wrath. It also helped that I was recognized as being in the Ultimate Class, a status not easily achieved. Unlike High Class, which was inherited, attaining Ultimate Class required proving one’s power. Ultimate Class beings were essentially walking WMDs, capable of leveling an average city in under an hour.
I remembered the Ultimate Class exam with a mix of nostalgia and satisfaction. They placed me in a magically simulated city and challenged me to destroy everything within before time ran out. The simulation was populated with magical NPCs that either fled or fought back, making it one of the most immersive VR experiences ever designed. The mastermind behind it all was Ajuka, and it felt like playing the most realistic game in existence.
“Good to see you, Lord Sirzechs and Lady Grayfia,” I greeted Rias’s family. “And of course, Lord and Lady Gremory. Thank you all for coming.” I executed a proper noble bow to each of them.
“Of course. How could we miss our future son-in-law's high school graduation?” Zeoticus said with a warm smile as he extended his hand for a handshake. I took it gratefully.
“I imagine Rias will be joining you in your adventures next year once she graduates as well,” Zeoticus continued.
“Some of his ambitions are certainly out of this world, but I believe a devil should dream big,” Sirzechs added with a nod of approval.
“Thank you,” I replied to Sirzechs. Many devils had scoffed at my ambitions, but I was determined to turn them into reality.
“Yes, my son truly is the best, and one day everyone will see that!” Serafall declared enthusiastically, running up to hug me once again. Did she subtly nudge Rias away in the process? Yes, yes she did.
Rias pouted, her expression a mix of amusement and frustration. She knew it was a losing battle.
“Yes, his plan is definitely… out there,” Sona chimed in with a resigned sigh, glancing at her sister’s antics. “But if anyone can pull it off, it’s him. Besides, as devils, we’re not exactly short on time.” While Sona had her doubts about the feasibility of my dream with current technology—even with magic—she believed that in a century, things might be different.
“I probably would have stayed in Kuoh for college too,” Rias said casually, “but if Marcus is heading to America, I might as well attend university there. I haven’t decided which one yet.” Naturally, she could get into any college she wanted, thanks to her family’s vast resources and, if necessary, some well-placed hypnotism. Rias planned to choose a school on the East Coast to stay close to me while I was in New York.
–Rias–
Rias Gremory had been dating Marcus for a few months now. He was the man who had ignited a spark in her, encouraging her to follow her dreams and live life on her own terms. While many younger devils criticized her for treating her peerage members like family rather than servants and mocked her ambition to become a rating game champion, Marcus had been different.
He genuinely believed in her, constantly affirming that she could achieve anything she set her mind to. “After all,” he’d say with a grin, “aren’t you essentially a goddess?” Rias would chuckle at Marcus’s belief that they were the new gods of their world. There was truth in his jest, though. Despite the unprecedented rise in human population, gods everywhere were growing weaker as their followers dwindled. Meanwhile, her generation was surging to power faster than any before them. Marcus had achieved the Ultimate Class—a level that had taken her older brother centuries to reach—in under twenty years.
Rias herself was approaching that pinnacle of power, thanks to the relentless training sessions with her boyfriend—and fiancé. The exact reasons behind the new generation’s extraordinary strength remained a mystery, but the direction of their rise was undeniable.
As she spent more time with Marcus, his philosophy began to resonate with her. She was stunningly beautiful, ageless, and powerful enough to obliterate a small town with ease. To a human, wasn’t she essentially a goddess? That didn’t make her evil; it simply marked her as superior to the average person. And it wasn’t just her.
Marcus had a profound impact on her peerage as well. He had spent time with them, drawing them out of their shells. Koneko had shed her robotic demeanor, beginning to act like a normal person. Kiba had become more assertive, focusing on his own life rather than his quest for revenge, even managing to gather a small harem of his own. Gasper, once a recluse, now ventured out of his room and only rarely hid his face with a bag.
Then there was Akeno. Rias couldn’t quite understand how Marcus had managed it, but she was grateful. Marcus had inspired her Queen to fully embrace her Fallen Angel heritage, which had significantly enhanced Akeno’s already formidable power. Though Akeno hadn’t taken the official exam, she too had reached Ultimate Class. Rias found it a bit embarrassing that her Queen was stronger than she was, but she could chalk it up to Akeno being nearly a year older. Technically, Akeno should have been in Marcus’s school year, but Rias had preferred her Queen attend classes with her.
Akeno had surprised Rias by asking if they could share Marcus. Rias hadn’t expected Marcus to win Akeno’s heart so swiftly, but she had always known sharing him with other women would be part of their future. She had no qualms about sharing him with Akeno, who was like a sister to her. They even planned a special graduation gift for Marcus, ensuring he would remember them fondly once he left Kuoh. Not that they truly believed he would forget, but as female Devils, they were keen on a bit of extra insurance.
The two families mingled outside for a while longer before the inevitable call came. Sirzechs and Serafall were summoned back to the Underworld to tackle their burgeoning piles of paperwork. Rias couldn’t help but feel a pang of sympathy for them.
They had all planned to reconvene later that night at Sitri Manor for the graduation party. But as the ceremony drew to a close, Rias and Marcus decided to slip away from the crowd.
Rias leaned in close to Marcus, her breath warm against his ear. “This present is for your eyes only,” she whispered huskily, her voice dripping with promise.
A mischievous smile tugged at her lips as she felt the unmistakable evidence of his excitement pressing against her.
Without hesitation, Marcus followed her away from the throngs of lingering students and their parents. They found a secluded spot outside her club building, where Marcus pushed Rias gently against the wall. His lips claimed hers in a fierce, passionate kiss.
“Mmmmmm,” Rias moaned into the kiss, her body responding eagerly. As their mouths moved together, Rias parted her lips to allow Marcus’s tongue entry. It danced with hers, asserting dominance, and she felt her desire intensify with every passing moment. She longed for him to pull down her skirt and take her right there.
But Rias restrained herself, determined to keep her promise. She had decided to wait until her birthday next month to lose her virginity to Marcus. She wanted it to be special, a moment etched in their memories.
She also had another plan. Rias intended to film their first time together and send a copy to her ex-fiancé, Riser Phenex. Even though Riser and his family were well aware of her relationship with Marcus, they continued to bombard her with angry letters, demanding the reinstatement of their engagement. Rias hoped that a video of her with Marcus would finally persuade Riser to back off. She wouldn’t mind if the tape got leaked to the rest of the Underworld; after all, devils were known for their lack of modesty. Serafall Leviathan’s magical girl show had featured even more provocative scenes, with Season 4, Episode 3’s tentacle scene boasting more views on DevilTube than any other video.
After a few more minutes of heated kissing, Marcus finally pulled away, a thin trail of saliva connecting their lips. He looked down at Rias, whose cheeks were flushed with arousal.
“So, was that my present?” Marcus asked with a playful smirk.
Rias grinned seductively, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “That was just a small teaser. Your real gift is waiting for you in my clubroom.” She took his hand, guiding him toward the door. “Follow me,” she purred.
Rias led Marcus into the Occult Research Club building and to the door of her clubroom. “Your present is inside. I can’t join you, or I’ll be too tempted to participate. Go enjoy yourself, Marcus,” she said with a final, lingering kiss before turning to strut down the hallway. She knew he was watching her every step, his gaze fixed on her until she disappeared around the corner.
…
–Marcus–
When my incredibly sexy girlfriend vanished around the corner, I turned back to the door. Just what kind of surprise was waiting for me on the other side?
I could hardly contain my curiosity as I pushed it open. The clubroom inside was empty, except for one person.
Akeno Himejima—Rias’s stunningly hot Queen—was seated on Rias’s large ornate desk, completely naked. Her legs were spread apart, allowing me to see everything.
“Welcome, Marcus. Here for your present? Surprise! It’s me~” Akeno said with a giggle.
“Wow…”
Best present ever!
–Akeno–
Akeno giggled at his reaction. She was already dripping wet. The top of Rias's desk was soaking wet with Akeno’s fluids. She wanted Marcus so badly. She wanted him to fuck her right here on Rias's desk. She wanted her King to see the leftover stains from Akeno losing her innocence whenever she used this desk in the future.
Akeno thankfully wasn't forced to wait long as Marcus quickly divested himself of his clothing. With a sparkly flash of light–a spell Marcus no doubt learned from his mother. All of his clothing vanished away. He stood before Akeno in all of his glory.
This time it was her turn to audibly gulp as she took him in. Tall, rippling with muscles–unlike most other lanky devils his age, and packing some serious heat.
About 10 inches from her estimation and already fully erect! Akeno licked her lips in glee at what was to come.
Marcus strode forward until he was standing right infront of where Akeno was seated. Practically between her spread legs.
“You girls are quite kinky to have planned such an amazing graduation gift for me.” Marcus said as he reached forward and cupped one of her large and perky breasts. Akeno loved the feeling of his strong hand on her chest.
He massaged her breast gently, rolling his thumb right over her nipple. As he did so, his finger glowed as he applied a bit of pleasure magic to her nipple. He moved his hand to the left and did the same to her other breast.
“Aaaaahhhhn,” Akeno gasped in ecstasy as a wave of pleasure washed over her chest.
Her nipples hardened faster than they ever had before and she found herself almost cumming from her breasts alone.
“That's cheating, Marcus!” she whined. How could a single touch feel so good? He must have learned this magic from his naughty mother.
Akeno's lower lips were now soaking wet.
You like that?” Marcus started groping her with both hands. He leaned in and kissed her neck possessively.
“More…” Akeno whined pleadingly in his ear. Her body squirmed from his magic touches.
Akeno found herself panting as both her breasts tingled delightfully. “Pinch my nipples harder!” she moaned and he immediately did so.
He squeezed both her nipples hard enough that the pleasure temporarily turned to pain–pain that she absolutely loved.
“I'm cumming!” Akeno's eyes widened and her breathing seized up as she felt an orgasm rip through her! The orgasm washed through her entire body, she felt herself squirt directly onto Rias's desk.
“Did you like that, Akeno?” Marcus asked her.
Akeno shuddered in response.
Her breathing was uneven as she gazed up at the man she had chosen to love. He had already made her a cum, and that was only from playing with her chest for a few moments. Just how amazing would it feel when he fucked her for real?
The thought of what was to come had her squirming in anticipation. She gazed up at him while biting her lower lip. “Please fuck me, Marcus. Make me your woman.” Akeno said between heady breaths.
“You're mine now, Akeno. Both you and Rias!” he declared possessively.
Marcus leaned pressed his lips against Akeno’s. She moaned into his mouth as the pair kissed only after he'd already made her cum.
Ever since Marcus had gotten Her to accept her own heritage, she had decided he would be her only man.
Marcus pushed her legs further apart as they continued kissing hungrily. Their tongues were tangling together back and forth in each other's mouths. He adjusted his impressive cock and positioned it at her entrance.
Akeno's eyes widened as she felt his cock start to push inside her. It felt better than any toy she'd ever used before.
Akeno broke the kiss, her face completely flushed and her eyes watering. “Don't go easy on me, Marcus. Fuck me into a woman right here on Rias's desk. She'll be your official wife in the future, but I'll always be the sexy mistress who got to you first!” Akeno said passionately.
Akeno felt Marcus place both his hands on her waist firmly. “I'll make you scream my name so loudly the whole school hears you!”
Akeno giggled, that wasn't actually possible considering the club room was magically sound proof, but just the thought of such a thing excited her.
A gasp left her lips when he finally pushed his cock inside of her.
“Damn, you're so tight,” Marcus grunted. He took a second to prepare himself, before he started moving at a steady rhythm.
“Yes, Marcus! Dont stop fucking me!” She panted out. She'd never felt so full before.
Marcus did just as she requested. He kept up his pace. Gasps and moans escaped her lips with every thrust. He didn’t ignore the rest of her body either.
His lips latched around one of her nipples before quickly switching to the other. He left love marks all over her skin.
Akeno moaned beneath him as his hot cock massaged her inner walls. Every thrust Marcus made sent tingles throughout her entire body! One particularly strong thrust had her seeing stars as she let out an incredibly loud drawn out moan.
She knew that Rias was closely listening in from another room, she raised her voice even higher just to make her king extra jealous!
After another solid minute of getting delightfully pounded, Akeno felt something wonderful start to build deep inside her core. She knew she was cumming. She was cumming harder and stronger than she had in her entire life. Marcus’s cock was amazing and she never wanted him to take it out!
“Marcus I'm cumming…I'm CUMMING!” Akeno squealed in ecstasy as she tighted up incredibly. Marcus opened his eyes and they widened in amazement as he felt her release.
“Fuuuuuuuccckk!” Akeno let out another long drawn out moan as she clamped tightly onto the cock deep inside her.
Waves of ecstasy ripped through her body. It was the single greatest orgasm she'd ever had.
It was made even better when a second later she felt his hot seed spill inside her.
“I'm cumming too, Akeno!” Marcus groaned her name in pleasure.
Her eyes widened as she felt her inner walls painted white for the first time in her life. Her legs wrapped around his waist tightly as they both rode out their highs.
It was a full minute later that she finally felt her legs grow weak and he pulled out of her.
“Thank you, Marcus, for making me your woman. Rias will be so jealous once I give her all the details. I wonder if she'll like her new desk as well?” Akeno giggled as she felt some of his seed inevitably start to spill out of her. No doubt that it, mixed along with some of her own juices, was going to paint an interesting pattern on Rias's desk.
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A/N: A lemon in the first chapter? How could I be so shameless!?
Welcome to another one of my stories. The MC Marcus, is the son of Serafall Leviathan and ???.
I've written plenty of heroic characters before–Marcus is not one of them.
