Chapter 33: The Exorcists Pt. 4

“N-No!” Her sudden exclamation startles Xenovia, who whips her head towards her and frowns most severely. Asia, meanwhile, just continues to smile knowingly. “No? What do you mean no? Someone has to report back to the Church. It should be you, Irina.” “Why though?! Why should it be me, when it could just as easily be you?! M-Maybe you’re right, maybe someone should stay behind… but I think it’s best if I do that and you go back to the Church! After all, I have a past connection with Hyoudou. M-Maybe I can get through to him!” “… No, I refuse. I’m the one who is staying.” “Then we’re both staying!” “But someone has to make a report to the Church!” “We’ll send them a letter!” “You want to detail our deflowering at the hands of the most powerful Red Dragon Emperor in recent history in a LETTER?!” Irina stammers and blushes bright red at that, not having a very good response. But at the same time, she’s not willing to back down. For some reason, Xenovia refuses to see reason. If one of them is staying and one of them is going, it makes perfect sense that Irina should be the one to stay and Xenovia be the one to go. However, for some reason Xenovia is intent on staying. Why is that? It just doesn’t make sense! Giggling from the third party in the room causes both exorcists to remember they’re not alone. Turning to face Asia Argento, they both tense up as the perverse smile on the blonde nun’s face as she clasps her hands together. For a Holy Woman, even a former Holy Woman to look so… unholy… it was rather blasphemous. “It sounds to me like neither of you want to leave. And neither of you have to either. Issei won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to~” Scowling mightily at that, Irina crosses her arms over her chest defensively. “Yeah? He certainly had no problem taking our virginities…” There’s a glint in Asia’s eyes, and something akin to an intense pressure fills the room, weighing down on Irina and Xenovia’s shoulders. It’s not the same show of power that they experienced from the Red Dragon Emperor, but something else entirely different in nature… “Hm. After you wagered your virginities in a duel and then lost, what did you expect to happen? Besides, I stand by my words. Issei won’t force you to do ANYTHING you don’t want to do… and hasn’t yet either, has he?” Both Irina and Xenovia go bright red at that, exchanging glances for a moment and then hurriedly looking away from one another. Ah, but even with that short glance, Irina could see the truth in her fellow exorcist’s gaze and now understood why Xenovia refused to go back to the Church and report what happened. She wanted to stay so she… s-so she… “I’ll… I’ll g-go ahead and write a letter to the Church detailing our f-failure and our desire to keep trying. I won’t… I won’t give anything more than that.” Xenovia swallows thickly and then inclines her head in tacit agreement. “T-That’s probably for the best. In the meantime… Asia Argento.” The nun in question smiles and hums questioningly at being addressed. “P-Please direct me to your master. I wish to speak with Issei Hyoudou… privately.” “W-What?! Xenovia, are you certain that’s a good idea?!” “Right this way.”

Xenovia doesn’t look back at Irina as she moves to follow a perversely grinning Asia out of the room. Irina considers chasing after them, but at the same time… she’s too embarrassed. In the end, she tells herself she has a letter to write, and after quickly securing a pen and paper from the guest bedroom’s nearby desk, she sits down and begins writing. Dear Griselda… That’s as far as she gets before, she just stares at the otherwise blank page, trying to put her thoughts in order and figure out how to word this letter in a way that won’t bring the Church down upon their heads for desertion. They weren’t going AWOL, really, they weren’t! But… well, Irina had to come up with a pretty good reason for letting them stay in Kuoh without calling for reinforcements. Ugh, this was so not going to be fun… -x-X-x- When Xenovia and Asia arrived at his bedroom, Issei was already quite… busy. He was, after all, a dragon with a number of horny, lustful, and altogether needy devils constantly begging for his attention and time. In this case, it’s Rias Gremory and Sona Sitri that are currently tag-teaming his cock when the former nun and deflowered exorcist walk in. Or rather, it’s Rias holding her friend by the back of her head as Sona, her glasses askew, gags and chokes on Issei’s dick, her head bouncing back and forth under Rias’ efforts as the smirking red head face fucks her best friend on their beloved master’s big fat cock. “Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!” “Yeah, you like that, Sona? F-Fuck, if I’d known you were such a hopeless slut for power all this time…” Issei just snorts derisively at Rias’ words, shaking his head. “You would have done what, exactly?” At getting called out so casually, Rias goes about as red as her hair. Because, in truth… the only reason Rias had this leg up on Sona was because she’d submitted to him first. She’d come running into Issei’s arms earlier than her fellow devil, and as a result, Sona’s own… submission had been a little bit harsher and a bit more… mind breaking. The bespectacled Student Council President now had a humiliation fetish a mile long so long as it featured Issei in it. She was addicted to his draconic presence, addicted to his overwhelming power. He was her Domineering Dragon, and she could do nothing but bow before him. Rias was taking advantage of that fact to bully and boss around her fellow heiress. In the face of Issei’s raised eyebrow, Rias ducks her head, shaking it slightly in shame. “A-Ah, n-nothing…” He holds his gaze steady for a moment before breaking the act and chuckling. Reaching out, he gathers her hair into a tight makeshift ponytail and pulls her in, kissing Rias deeply as she melts into his chest, moaning desperately. Of course, that doesn’t stop her from continuing to grind Sona’s face into Issei’s cock. In fact, if anything the Gremory Heiress gets rougher with her Sitri counterpart. “GAGKH! GAGKH! GAGKH!” Not that Sona seems to mind one bit, what with her hand between her thighs, three fingers buried up to the base inside of her squelching, gushing wet cunt. Indeed, this is the scene that Asia and Xenovia walk in on, watching as Issei kisses Rias while Rias face fucks Sona on his cock, and at the same time the Sitri Heiress fingers herself noisily and messily. At first, neither of them are paid any mind despite Issei immediately noticing them. This doesn’t upset Asia, who just stands there waiting for him to turn his gaze their way. But Xenovia… Xenovia begins to fidget and squirm, both blushing profusely in embarrassment and scowling a little bit as well as she watches the debauched scene taking place before her. Still, to Issei’s budding amusement, Xenovia doesn’t raise a fuss like he’s expecting. She just… watches, until finally he reaches down and places his hand atop Rias’ fingers where they’re laced in Sona’s hair, yanking the Sitri Heiress up off of his cock a mere second before he begins to cum. His seed sprays all over her face and coats her skewed glances, even as she sticks her tongue out, catching as much as she can in her open mouth. Needless to say, the moment he’s done cumming on Sona’s face, Rias is practically tearing herself out of his grasp in order to get a taste of his seed. Issei, having expected as much, is already letting go of her hair, allowing for the red headed Gremory Heiress to all but attack her Sitri counterpart, Sona barely managing to get out a squeak before she’s pinned down and being licked clean and kissed deeply by Rias. While the two devils are engaging in some seriously blasphemous lesbianism, Issei scoots past them until he’s sat on the end of the bed, his cock still out. Without missing a beat, Asia steps away from Xenovia’s side and sinks to her knees looking to all the world like a devout nun in prayer… until she leans forward with her hands still clasped in front of her and gently begins to suck Issei’s cock clean. As he lets her to do, the Red Dragon Emperor looks over her head at the trembling exorcist before him and raises an eyebrow. “You’re still here then? I don’t imagine you asked Asia to seek me out just to say your goodbyes or something.” “N-No! Asia explained… Asia explained that we were a-allowed to stay and continue trying to earn the Excaliburs back, i-if we wanted to.” Issei nods in agreement, having been half-expecting this. He smirks easily as he plants a gentle hand atop Asia’s head, not quite guiding her, but certainly keeping her where she is. The blonde understands his silent order with ease and the cleanup job she was performing on his cock quickly transforms into another blowjob as he gets rock hard once more inside of her warm, wet, velvety mouth. “That’s right. Is Irina staying too?” “… Yes. She’s currently writing a letter to send back to the Church in our stead, so they don’t think anything untoward has happened to us.” THAT amuses Issei to no end, if he’s being honest. He can’t help but point out the obvious with a rueful grin. “But something untoward HAS happened to you.” Xenovia’s blush goes positively incandescent at that, and ultimately the blue-haired exorcist doesn’t deign to give a response to those words, instead fidgeting for a moment before blurting out a query of her own. “W-Why do you spend so much time with sinners and heathens?!” Issei blinks at that, taken aback for a moment before Xenovia gestures to Asia, and then to the two devils making out on the bed behind him. “These… these lewd girls’ pervert and debauch God’s name! Those filthy devils exist in direct defiance of his glory! You though… you are graced with one of HIS gifts! You are the bearer of one of HIS most powerful Sacred Gears, the Boosted Gear! If you came back with Irina and I to the Church, I have no doubt that they would welcome you with open arms! Certainly, if you handed over the Excaliburs as a peace offering and swore to have no further contact with devils you could-!” Issei holds up a hand and Xenovia stops dead in her tracks. “Kokabiel offered me power and respect and authority for the same, you know? The death of my devil lovers, in exchange for all of the damned respect I could ever want. I tore his wings from his back for the audacity so please, Xenovia… don’t push me with such an offer again.” Xenovia’s mouth opens and closes a couple times like a goldfish as she tries to reconcile his words with her beliefs. Being compared to Kokabiel clearly doesn’t make her happy, but she doesn’t know what else to say. As Issei stares at her speculatively, Ddraig pipes up in the back of his head, having been watching for some time. Poor girl… probably doesn’t even know God is dead.Even Issei isn’t expecting that, and his eyes bulge before he blurts out Ddraig’s words in stupefied shock. “God is dead?!” Ddraig cackles at the entire room drops into silence, even Rias and Sona coming out of their stupor to sit up and stare at him. Asia full on pops off of his cock to gape at him, and Xenovia… Xenovia looks baffled. “W-What?!” Oh yes. I suppose I should have mentioned it before now, but truth be told, I’ve been trapped in this Sacred Gear for a long time, seen a lot of things and forgotten most of them. Still… yes, I do believe God is dead. That’s Heaven’s big secret, how the Great War ended. It’s why they’ve slowly but surely been losing ground to the Fallen and the Devils ever since. God is dead and Michael sits upon the throne. Hm, now where did I find that out? Must’ve been at least a handful of users back, I think… As Issei processes this, Xenovia is suddenly in his face, gripping him most tightly. “E-Explain! Explain what you mean by that!” She sounds frantic and desperate… and maybe just a little hopeful? Baffled, Issei gives her what she wants. “Ddraig says God died during the Great War and that it was a big secret. Apparently, she found out alongside one of her previous wielders before they were killed. I don’t know if it’s the truth or not but…” “It is.”

That comes from Asia, who everyone turns to. The former Holy Woman is smiling a beatific smile, with tears streaming down her cheeks as her hands remain clasped in prayer. “He’s gone. I think part of me always knew, but… it makes so much sense now. Why the Church threw me away. Why God didn’t answer my prayers. He’s dead. You… you were the only one who was there for me. You saved me, Issei.” Shit, this was kind of a big deal for more than just Xenovia, wasn’t it? And fuck, Ddraig had made him blurt it out in front of all of them. Rias and Sona were perhaps the least directly affected by the news, but even as Asia happily accepted it and went right back to sucking his cock with even more fervor than before, Xenovia was… looking decidedly broken. “God is dead… he’s dead and… a-and I spent my entire life serving him when he’s been gone all along…” Part of him wanted to go to her and comfort her. Hell, they didn’t even know if it was true yet, Ddraig could still be lying! I’m not. My memory is shit, sure… but the more I think about it, the more it becomes clear to me. One of the best partners I’d ever had, even if they were loyal to the Church… and the Church killed them to cover up the truth they’d learned. Ah, perhaps I’m not supposed to remember… but I do. God is dead. “P-Please… please…” Suddenly, Xenovia is once more in his face. She looks even more frantic and desperate than before, in fact. Her face is… distressed and flushed and flustered as one hand is buried between her legs. The other is on his shoulder, holding onto him for dear life as she leans over Asia’s kneeling form. “P-Please impregnate me, Issei Hyoudou!” Wait, what? Issei leans back from the somewhat crazed girl, raising both eyebrows at her particular insanity. But Xenovia just whines and tries to explain. “Ever since you defeated Irina and I, I have been trying t-to reconcile my l-loyalty to the Church with my desire for strong and p-powerful progeny! You are a man with s-such power and force of w-will that any child you made would be just as good, I’m s-sure of it! Now… now I find out my w-whole life has been a lie! The Church doesn’t deserve my loyalty any longer!” Letting out a shuddering breath, Xenovia positively mewls as she thrusts her chest in his direction like… like a bitch in heat, rather than the exorcist she’s supposed to be. Her next words are in her sultriest, most seductive tone as she stares at him through lidded eyes. “Please… take me. Make me one of your women. Knock me up and breed me with your thick, virile seed. I w-want it… I want to bear your child.” This was all a bit much, wasn’t it? Fuck him, he’d fully intended to further seduce and corrupt Irina and Xenovia if they stuck around, but this was so far out of left field that Issei wasn’t sure what to do. Should he deny Xenovia for now and give her some time to acclimate to her new world view before agreeing? Or should he just give her what she wants, despite how utterly desperate and slightly deranged she seems? He’d left Asia alone to fester for so long that the blonde had gone partial yandere on him… but at the same time, was it healthy for Xenovia to try and fuck all of her problems away, to try and throw herself at him so soon after encountering a reality-shifting event like finding out God was dead? Fuck… once again, it was all up to Issei, wasn’t it?