TSSG - Chapter 16 : Jumping the gun (and each other) (Patreon)

A/N - My first time writing something even moderately smutty or romantic. Feedback appreciated!

Disclaimer - I don't own any of the characters appearing in High School DXD or the Anime or the manga whatsoever.

Lucifaad, Underworld

–Shin–

It was a few days later, and he was finally somewhat sure that he was not being watched at all times. Sure, he had no way of telling if he was being watched 24/7 or not, but this was the max he could tolerate doing this whole monotonous lifestyle. The only person he had talked to in the past few days was his supervisor, a person whose name he didn’t even know.

He still hadn’t talked to anyone about the personal token from Heir Gremory, and for good reason. Going to that library and participating in that event was a major decision, and he did not want to do that without consulting Natasha first.

So, when he came home that day, instead of doing what he had been doing the past few days, which was just training his magical container of Demonic Energy, he chose to talk to Natasha and get her to come out of the soulscape she was currently trapped in, just because he was not sure if letting her come out was the safest thing or not.

He could feel the emptiness within his soul as Natasha appeared in front of him. Before he could even get a word in, his eyes widened as Natasha lunged at him. His doubts about, rightfully so, choosing to attack him and beat him a few times for trapping her in his soulscape vanished moments later, as she smushed his lips against his.

“Mphf,” his eyes widened as she just shoved her tongue down his throat, literally jumping him as he had to hold onto her butt to stop her from falling down. He was pushed up against the wall as she continued to kiss him.

Disengaging for a moment, Natasha whispered in her sexy voice, “I missed you so much.”

Then, she got off him before dragging his ass towards the bedroom, her ass swaying behind him. His brain caught up to reality in that moment as he lifted Natasha and ran towards the bedroom.

Finally!

He was going to be a man tonight, well, in this body. 

___xx___

He didn't know how long it had been. Both of them had lost track of time and orgasms, sometime after the third one, as he and Nat both lay on the bed, looking straight up. The room stank of bodily fluids, as he was far too tired to even use the spells he knew for his job.

A hand slapped him on his chest as he looked down at Natasha, who looked at him with half-lidded eyes. “Never…do that again. Never force me away again.”

He sighed, hugged her, before kissing her on the forehead. “I won’t do it again.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

For a moment, he just basked in the moment, as he hugged and reassured her before his hands inevitably snaked towards her ass. And what an ass it was. Massive, and yet firm. Hefting one full cheek, he lightly slapped it and watched it ripple in real time as Nat just moaned.

Apparently, devils had quite the stamina. Who knew?

Also, Natasha was a sucker for being dominated in bed. He knew that now.

“You’re incorrigible!” Nat laughed, but he only raised an eyebrow and followed her hand, which too was slowly making its way towards him.

“Look who’s talking,” He said before he kissed her once more, shoving his tongue down her throat, smothering her moan. His theory of Natasha loving being dominated in bed was proven true a few more times throughout the night.

___xx__

His eyes snapped open as he looked at the state of his tiny bedroom, as well as his tiny bed, as he was barely an inch away from finding his naked ass on the cold, hard ground, instead of the moderately comfortable bed it was occupying right now. 

Sighing, he raised a hand towards his room and cast a few spells, cleaning most of the room, before he got up and began cleaning and putting away their clothing. Taking a quick shower, he changed before stepping right next to the bed, looking down at the sleeping form of Nat.

She looked so beautiful like this, snoring lightly, hugging a pillow she must have gotten her hands on when she sensed his absence. He could have just looked at this scene forever. Unfortunately, they had work to do, and he did not want to delay things any more. Who knows if they rejected him simply because he was too late using his token to get admission into the Teaching House. What a lame name.

He was sure that either Ajuka or Sirzechs had named it. Both of them had no sense of naming, or so he knew from the future versions he’d seen in his past lifetimes.

Man, what a weird sentence to even think of.

Shaking his head, he stopped procrastinating before stepping closer and tapping Nat’s shoulder lightly. “Hey. Wake up.”

Nat’s eyes snapped open at his touch, her hand shooting towards him, and stopped right before hitting his throat. His hands snapped up to his throat as he scrambled backwards, looking at Natasha’s face morph into one of realisation. Nat immediately jumped out of bed and rushed towards him, “I am so sorry! I didn’t know–”

He stopped her. “That is fine. You just…surprised me. That’s all. Don’t worry about it.”

“Are you sure?” She asked him, leaning away from him a bit, giving him a fantastic view of her tits, but with the recent near death experience, he might have realised just why she was called the Black Widow.

Rubbing his neck, as if he was still feeling the phantom sensation of having this throat crushed by those fingers, he replied, “Yeah. Let's just say that I now understand why they called you the Black Widow.”

“Ha. Ha. Very funny.” After realising that he was still in a joking mood, Nat rolled her eyes before turning around and bending over to pick up her clothes, which was totally unnecessary since they were just placed on the table right next to the bed, giving him, once again, a fantastic view of her ass.

Nat’s smirking face told him that this was intentional, which he did not mind at all. Leaning on the door, he smirked right back at her, “If this is your way of apologising for almost killing me, then I must say - I am quite disappointed. I mean, if you had committed a mistake, then maybe this would have been fine, but for the near-death experience? I am not sure I could recover from a traumatic experience like that with just a pretty view.”  

Nat rolled her eyes at him, “Easy there, tiger. Might want to pace yourself. I had to be the one to teach you everything last night.”

Walking towards him, she booped him on the nose before she planted a kiss on his lips. “You are still too much of a newbie to challenge me.”

“Oh, yeah?” His hand shot out and grabbed the back of her neck before pulling her in for a rough kiss. His tongue dominated hers as he enjoyed the look on her face, and Nat closed her eyes at the sensation before pulling back.

Smiling at the way Nat tried to lean forward, he smiled, “Who’s a newbie now?”

She opened her eyes and then pouted at him, which was devastatingly effective. “Ass.”

__xx__

Now finally dressed and out of the bedroom, as the existence of a bed was proving rather distracting, especially with the high of last night still lingering in the room despite his best efforts to clear the air, they were both sitting on the floor.

Time for the serious topics.

“I assume you know everything I do about the Teaching School?"

“Yes. I know that you think it is a Lame name.”

“Isn’t it?”

“Debatable.”

“Come on. You’re just saying that to disagree with me.”

“Maybe. What are you going to do about it? Punish me? Because I have been such a bad girl.” Her intentionally exaggerated voice acting made him smile in amusement as he knew she was not serious and just teasing him. It would seem that much like him, jumping things(and each other) last night had opened the floodgates for quite a few things. 

He had to say. Breaking the ice in such an explosive manner did wonders for his overall mood. He could genuinely say that right now, he was the most motivated he had ever been to get strong and live out the rest of his very long life.

“Focus, please. We have a pretty important decision to make.”

She shrugged, which did things to her chest, even with the shirt being loose on her frame, “What’s there to decide? You have to go there. It is quite literally the only avenue available to low class devils to advance to the next stage. Maybe you learn something there that helps you going forward. Maybe you figure out our next step on your own. Maybe you catch the eye of someone there, and that sets you up for a long period of time. Maybe you get hooked on learning, show off your talent, and gain the protection of House Gremory, beyond being just a forgettable employee.”

He found himself countering all the good things she suggested, which was odd since wasn’t she supposed to be the pessimist and the wary one out of the two of them?

“What if someone does take note of us and we find ourselves strapped to an experimental table? What if they discover my cheats and then either forcibly enslave us or do something horrible, like extract my soul using rituals that allow them to copy my abilities?"

She raised an eyebrow at his weirdly specific fear. “Do you have any knowledge of such a ritual existing? Or do you know of an example of such a thing happening in the past?”

He deflated on the spot, “No.”

“And what do you think is the best way to gather more information about this world? Accurate information, instead of having to rely on the words of people who at best had half baked information and at worst, just lies.”

He exhaled in frustration, not at being proven wrong but at being told that there was simply no other way. “A library. Fine. I’ll go get registered.”

“Good,” Nat said before her eyes slid to the table behind him, which had the clock on it, before they locked onto him with a mischievous smile on her face.

She then got up, offering him a hand. “Now, come on. I think you still have some time before you have to go.”

“Really?” he raised an eyebrow as he got up and, instead of taking her hand, just lifted her and grabbed a handful of that ass before jumping into the bedroom.

Go—err–Satan, he loved his life!

Phew!