Weekly Dose of Lemon (Rias Gremory) (Patreon)

A/N: This story is rated M for mature content not suitable for children.

All characters engaging in sexual act are eighteen years or older.

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Chapter 1: Crimson Sanctuary

Kuoh Academy

The moonlight filtered through the gothic windows of the Old Schoolhouse, casting long, jagged shadows across the Occult Research Club room. The silence was heavy, broken only by the rhythmic scratching of a quill against parchment.

Rias Gremory sat at her grand mahogany desk, her crimson hair cascading over her shoulders like a veil of blood and silk. Her brow was furrowed, blue-green eyes scanning the documents regarding the upcoming Rating Game against Riser Phenex. She was the King, the heiress, the ruin princess. She was strong.

But tonight, she looked exhausted.

"You're going to burn a hole through that paper if you stare any harder, Rias."

The voice was deep, laced with a rough velvet texture that made Rias’s devils wings twitch instinctively beneath her blouse. She didn’t look up. She knew who it was.

"I have to find a strategy, Naruto," she sighed, finally setting the quill down. "Riser has immortality on his side. My peerage is strong, but..."

"But you’re worried," Naruto finished for her.

Naruto Uzumaki stepped out of the shadows near the sofa. Unlike the others, he wasn't a servant. He wasn't a Knight or a Rook. He was a Mutation Piece—an anomaly. Reincarnated into the Underworld as the last scion of the fallen House of Uzumaki, he possessed no magic, no chakra, and no demonic energy projection.

He possessed only physical force. Absolute, unbreakable physical supremacy. He was a Noble Devil who had sworn an alliance to the Gremory, not servitude.

He walked toward her, his footsteps silent on the rug. He wore a crisp black dress shirt with the top two buttons undone, revealing a glimpse of his tanned, scarred chest. His blonde hair was a chaotic halo, a stark contrast to the darkness of the room.

"Riser is a arrogance personified," Naruto said, stopping at the edge of her desk. He leaned over, placing his hands on the wood, trapping her in his space. "He relies on regeneration. I rely on hitting something until it doesn't exist anymore to regenerate."

Rias looked up, her eyes locking with his azure gaze. The tension in the room shifted instantly. The political pressure evaporated, replaced by a thick, heavy heat. This was the dynamic they kept hidden from the rest of the peerage. The Heiress and the Brawler. The King and her Beast.

"You sound confident," Rias whispered, a small, genuine smile finally touching her lips. "Arrogant, even."

"I'm just honest," Naruto murmured. He reached out, his calloused fingers grazing her cheek. "You carry the weight of the entire House Gremory on these shoulders. You need to put it down for a moment."

Rias leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering shut. "And I suppose you’re the one to help me do that?"

"I’m the only one who can handle you, Rias."

With a sudden, fluid motion, Naruto swept the stack of documents off the desk. They scattered across the floor like fallen leaves. Rias gasped, but before she could protest, Naruto had rounded the desk. He gripped her waist, lifting her easily from her chair and setting her onto the edge of the mahogany surface.

"Naruto—"

"Forget the game," he commanded, stepping between her spread thighs. His voice dropped an octave, vibrating through her chest. "Forget Riser. Forget your father. Right now, you aren't the Ruin Princess. You're just Rias."

Rias looked at him, seeing the hunger in his eyes. It was a raw, predatory look that made her heart hammer against her ribs. She didn't want a servant who obeyed her every whim. She wanted this. She wanted to be taken.

"Make me forget," she challenged breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Lemon Scene Ahead

Naruto didn’t need to be told twice. He crashed his lips against hers, a kiss that was less a greeting and more a claim. It was hot, wet, and demanding. Rias moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his golden hair, pulling him closer as she opened to him.

His hands roamed over her body with possessive familiarity. He traced the curve of her spine, his large hands encompassing her waist before sliding down to grip her hips. The friction of their bodies was electric.

"So beautiful," Naruto growled against her lips, moving to trail wet, hot kisses down the elegant slope of her neck. He found her sensitive spot just below her ear, sucking the skin hard enough to leave a mark.

"Naruto... ah! Not there, Akeno will see..."

"Let her see," Naruto murmured, his breath hot against her skin. "Let them all know who you belong to."

His hands moved to the buttons of her school uniform. He was impatient, popping a button loose in his haste to touch her skin. Rias arched her back, helping him shrug the blazer and blouse off her shoulders, leaving her in a sheer black lace bra that did little to hide her generous curves.

Naruto pulled back to look at her, his blue eyes darkening with lust. The moonlight bathed her pale skin in silver, making her crimson hair blaze like fire. She was a goddess of the night, and she was looking at him with total surrender.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he said, his voice rough.

He leaned down, burying his face in her cleavage, inhaling her scent—roses and brimstone. His tongue darted out to taste the swell of her breast above the lace, drawing a sharp, needy cry from her lips.

"Naruto, please... I need you," Rias begged, her composure shattering completely. Her devil wings materialized in a flash of black light, wrapping around them like a cocoon, shutting out the rest of the world.

Naruto reached behind her, unclasping her bra. As the fabric fell away, he took her weight into his hands, kneading the soft flesh. Rias threw her head back, her nails digging into his shoulders as his thumbs brushed over her hardening nipples.

He moved lower, his hands gripping the waistband of her skirt. He pulled it down, along with her panties, discarding them onto the pile of ignored war strategies. Rias kicked her heels off, wrapping her long, pale legs around his waist, pulling him flush against her wetness.

"I can feel how much you want this," Naruto grinned, a feral expression that made Rias shiver with anticipation. He ground his hips against hers, the hard ridge of his arousal pressing against her entrance through his trousers.

"Stop teasing," she hissed, her eyes glowing with demonic power. "Take me. Now."

Naruto unbuckled his belt, the sound echoing loudly in the silent room. He shoved his trousers and boxers down, freeing himself. He was thick and heavy, twitching with anticipation. Rias’s eyes widened slightly, as they always did, a flush rising on her cheeks.

He grabbed her hips, positioning her at the edge of the desk. He didn't enter her immediately. Instead, he rubbed the head of his length against her slick, swollen folds, teasing her, coating himself in her juices.

"Naruto!" Rias cried out, her hips bucking forward, trying to capture him.

"Say it," he demanded, holding her still with his superior strength. "Say you're mine."

"I'm yours!" Rias shouted, her voice echoing in the large room. "I'm yours, Naruto! Only yours!"

Satisfied, Naruto drove into her in one powerful thrust, burying himself to the hilt.

Rias screamed, a sound of pure ecstasy mixed with the shock of his fullness stretching her. Her head fell back, her crimson hair spilling over the desk as she arched her spine.

"Gods..." Naruto groaned, freezing for a moment to savor the feeling of her tight, hot velvet walls clamping around him. "You’re so tight, Rias."

He began to move, withdrawing almost completely before slamming back into her. The desk creaked rhythmically under their combined assault. The pace was punishing, primal. There was no finesse here, only the raw collision of two powerful beings seeking release.

Rias met him thrust for thrust. She was a High-Class Devil, her stamina far beyond a human's, but Naruto pushed her to her limits. Every time he hit deep inside her, she felt her magic flare, her toes curling.

"Harder," she moaned, raking her nails down his back, leaving angry red welts that healed seconds later. "Deeper, Naruto!"

Naruto growled, grabbing her legs and hiking them over his shoulders, opening her up completely to his view. The new angle allowed him to go even deeper, hitting a spot that made Rias’s vision blur.

"Here?" he asked, pounding into that sweet spot relentlessly.

"Yes! Yes, right there!" Rias sobbed, her hands gripping the edge of the desk so hard the wood began to splinter. Her wings fluttered erratically, feathers brushing against Naruto’s face.

The room filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping against skin and their ragged breathing. Naruto was relentless, a machine of stamina. He leaned forward, capturing her lips again, stifling her cries as he increased his pace. His tongue mimicked the motion of his hips, thrusting into her mouth as he thrust into her core.

Rias felt the pressure building in her lower belly, a tightening coil of pleasure that threatened to consume her.

"Naruto... I’m close... I’m going to—"

"Cum for me, Rias," Naruto ordered, letting go of her legs to wrap his arms around her, pulling her chest flush against his. "Let it go."

He hammered into her, hard and fast, his own control slipping. Rias cried out, her body bowing as her orgasm hit her like a lightning bolt. Her inner walls spasmed violently, milking him, squeezing him with intense pressure.

The sensation was too much. With a guttural roar, Naruto buried his face in the crook of her neck and emptied himself inside her, filling her with hot spurts of seed.

They stayed like that for a long time, the only sound the ragged gasps of their breathing. Rias limp in his arms, her head resting on his shoulder, while Naruto held her firmly, keeping them connected as the aftershocks slowly faded.

Slowly, the reality of the room returned. The moonlight, the scattered papers, the silence.

Naruto gently withdrew, pressing a soft kiss to Rias’s sweat-dampened forehead. He helped her sit up, pulling her blouse over her shoulders to cover her, though he didn't button it.

Lemon Scene End

Rias looked at him, her eyes hazy but clear of the stress that had plagued her earlier. Her cheeks were flushed a healthy pink, her lips swollen.

"Feel better?" Naruto asked, a smirk playing on his lips as he fixed his own clothes.

Rias let out a breathy laugh, leaning back on her hands. She looked down at the mess of strategy papers on the floor, then back up at her Mutant piece—no, her partner.

"Much better," she admitted softly. She extended a hand, and the papers on the floor floated up, organizing themselves back into a neat stack on the desk with a wave of demonic magic.

But she didn't look at them. She kept her eyes on Naruto.

"You were right," she said, sliding off the desk, her legs wobbling slightly. Naruto caught her immediately, steadying her. "I needed to forget the game for a moment."

"Riser is going to lose," Naruto said simply, pulling her into a hug. "Because he’s fighting for a trophy. I’m fighting for my woman. And I don’t share."

Rias rested her head against his chest, listening to the strong, steady beat of his heart. For the first time in weeks, the weight on her shoulders felt manageable.

"No," she whispered, a fierce determination entering her voice. "You certainly don't."

Chapter End

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A/N: I hope you all find the story enjoyable! Just a reminder that I'm currently accepting paid commissions. Take care until we meet again!