Draconic Codex - Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Tags: Cuckold Roleplay, Creampie Eating, SPH, Teasing, Chastity, Porn

Kiba pulled up a block away from the ruins and killed the engine with a soft turn of the key. The street was quiet—too quiet for this part of Kuoh. But then again, most people avoided this district for a reason.

The old, abandoned church had that effect.

He tapped the Bluetooth bud nestled in his ear. ‘Call Koneko.’

A soft tone answered him, and after a single ring, her voice came through—flat and precise. ‘The light hasn’t moved. Still in the church. Same general spot the whole time.’

He scanned the distant silhouette of the steeple through the trees, eyes narrowing with focus. ‘Understood. Thank you.’

‘Want me to keep watching?’

‘That won’t be necessary. I’m close. I’ll investigate on foot.’

There was a pause—subtle, but present—before she spoke again, her voice quieter this time. ‘Be careful.’

Kiba’s lips twitched, the faintest hint of amusement breaking through.

Coming from anyone else, it might’ve sounded routine. From Koneko, it was as unexpected as a hug.

He wondered how long it would take for her to open up to Issei the way she eventually had with him.

Years, if ever. Especially if he keeps calling her a midget and treating her like a pet…

He exhaled softly. ‘I’m always careful.’

‘Mm.’

‘I’ve got it from here. You’re free to go about your business.’

Another pause. Then the line went dead.

He set the bud aside and slipped on a pair of gloves, exhaling once to settle his breathing. His game-face was already on, his brow furrowed in concentration.

The bike disappeared behind a derelict fence as he crossed the overgrown woodsy area, the looming shape of the church pressing out of the dark like a carcass left to rot in the bones of the city. Its fractured spire jutted skyward, jagged and black against the moonlight.

He didn’t hesitate.

A broken window on the east side offered a familiar entry point—low, jagged, dangerous to the inattentive. But Kiba remembered it from last week’s sweep. He remembered where the shards sat, where the frame caught boots, and which floorboards inside gave away secrets with a groan.

He vaulted the ledge in one smooth motion, clearing the sill and landing inside with practiced silence.

The church’s interior hadn’t changed. Moss crept over crumbled stone. Moonlight spilled in fractured lines across shattered pews and collapsed beams. The air still held the faintest trace of incense—old, bitter, stained with memory.

The incense masked another scent, one he couldn't quite put a finger on given the confusing mixture. 

Scents are more Koneko’s thing…

He didn’t move straight ahead. He never did.

Instead, he circled wide, hugging the walls and keeping low, weaving through the gloom like a breath of wind. Every step placed with care, each soft board avoided.

He might as well have been a ghost.

And then, in the hollow hush of the ruins, he saw her.

A woman, already inside, scavenging through the debris.

She wore a hoodie and jeans, her cap pulled low to hide the distinct pale gold of her hair. Foreign. Cautious, but not alert. She wasn’t praying, and she wasn’t lost—she was searching.

He watched as she moved, methodical in her approach. There was a deliberateness to her movements, as if she were being guided rather than aimlessly perusing. Fingers brushed over cracks in stone and pushed aside loose planks. She lingered beside fallen pews, scanned the shadows behind altars, peeked into recesses where time and rot had hollowed out the wood.

There was focus in her movements. Determination, too. But no paranoia. No counter-surveillance. No tells that she knew she was being watched.

She’s been here for a while. Diligent. Intent on something.

She paused by a vent near the floor—small, half-covered in dust—and reached in without hesitation. Her hand emerged a second later with a single strand of hair, gold as her own.

Kiba’s eyes narrowed.

That wasn’t simple chance. She hadn’t blindly reached in and plucked out a single strand of hair by luck.

There was a far more likely explanation.

Does she have Divine help…?

A glint of silver caught his attention as she rolled up her sleeve. Coiled around her wrist sat a dark rosary—twice-wrapped, aged. At its center hung a simple crucifix, small and weathered.

One just like it featured prominently in his nightmares.

His jaw tightened, lips curling in disgust at the sight of it. The revulsion that surged through him had nothing to do with the nature of his adopted race.

That disgust belonged to the boy he used to be.

He’d seen too many of those symbols. Dangling over operating tables. Gripped in white-knuckled fists by men who smiled as they made children scream.

The rage came, followed by wrath, fast and sharp, rising from old wounds too deep to heal.

He exhaled once, steady and long, and locked it away again.

Get it together.

A faint prickle danced along the back of his neck as he watched her channel a spark of Aether into the crucifix.

There was a click—small, mechanical—and a thin blade extended from the base of the cross. No more than an inch, honed to a scalpel’s edge.

His gaze sharpened, dry amusement flickering at the corner of his mouth.

Pretty sure that’s sacrilege…

Without hesitation, she sliced her palm. No incantation. No circle. Just will, blood, and purpose.

Another flicker of Aether—and the ritual responded.

The blood shimmered, then curled around the golden strand, thickening, reforming. Blood-red mist turned to tissue, vapor to feathers.

Moments later, a small crimson dove blinked awake in the palm of her hand.

It chirped once and darted into the sky, slipping through a crack in the broken stained glass.

She yelped in surprise, then gave chase immediately, the cut on her palm already sealing shut.

And Kiba, unseen, slipped into her shadow.

Blood-based conjuration. Some kind of tracking spell, but keyed to DNA? I’ve never heard of an exorcist using anything other than Holy magic or divination…

He lingered for a beat by the vent, crouching low.

He frowned.

She found it. I didn’t.

The irritation that flared wasn’t born of rivalry. It was professional. He’d swept this place. Cleared it. And still, she’d found something he hadn’t.

Even if she'd had help.

With a final click of the tongue, he vanished into the night behind her, the moonlight barely catching on the hem of his coat.

Whoever she was, she wasn’t one of the enemies he’d been hunting over the past week.

But she wasn’t a bystander either.

Kiba would find out as much as he could before reporting back to Rias.

Now that he had a feel for the girl’s Aether, he didn’t need to rush. There was nowhere in Kuoh she could hide from his senses, not after catching a whiff of such a potent example of her blood magic.

Besides, with the way Buchou was looking at Hyoudou-san at the end of the meeting, I have a feeling she’ll be… indisposed for the foreseeable future.

-

After the meeting and Issei’s introduction to the Peerage, Rias had all-but dragged him to the bedroom in a frenzy.

Their bedroom.

The thought still had him grinning like an idiot—not as much as his ravenous fiancée did though.

He didn’t even have time to admire the surroundings before, with a gentle touch, his clothes vanished in a shimmer of warmth and magic. Crimson-tinged, void-black energy swept over him like a wave—beautiful, but deadly. It flared, consumed, then fizzled just as fast, leaving nothing but unblemished skin behind.

And the lingering feeling of terror.

‘I liked that shirt…’

The wrongness was quickly forgotten though as Rias attacked him with a wolfish grin, her eyes smouldering with desire. He would have yelped at her surprising aggression, but she’d captured his lips with her own and swallowed his exclamations, her eager tongue slipping into his mouth and consuming him with her passion.

Fuck it.

Who was he to complain when his girl was in the mood?

Man, if I knew a bit of social engineering would get her this turned on, I’d have brought her to some of my classes…

Issei’s eyes snapped open when he felt that familiar wave of terror once more, but it was hard to think scary thoughts when his fiancée’s generous, naked tits filled his vision.

Good thing she’s rich, I’ve a feeling we’re gonna need it to keep our wardrobes stocked…

Straddling and gently gyrating on his waist, Rias was pure perfection as she smiled sultrily down at him, her heavy breasts drooping low and sexily on her chest. He made to reach for them, but Rias playfully slapped his hand away, a loving smile on her lips. 

Gripping both of his wrists in one hand, she pressed them over his head and leaned down until her lips were right against his ear, her warm breath causing his skin to break out in delightful tingles.

‘Don’t,’ she whispered sensually, her hardened nipples pressed against his chest while her ass ground against his aching cock. ‘Just lay there and enjoy it. I’m gonna spoil you…’ When she pulled back, Issei expected to see a loving expression on her gorgeous features…

Instead, his fiancée looked down on him with a look of raw desire, her eyes heavily lidded and her bottom lip caught between her teeth. When she impaled herself on him, her moan was carnal, sensual. After she took him all the way to the base, she flung her head back and groaned with raw, animalistic pleasure, her hips bouncing and swaying to a beat only she could hear.

‘Ooooh, I’m gonna miss thissss…’

Issei’s cock throbbed at her words, or more accurately, at their implication—and he understood.

Rias might have enjoyed his little display earlier, but that wasn’t truly why she was so ravenous.

Because the plan for that night had always been for them to finally start their grinding. For Issei to make his first purchase from the Codex’s shop and lock away his cock for the foreseeable future.

As if sensing its impending incarceration, his little warrior surged in defiance, but every time Issei tried to take an active role in their fucking, Rias would push him back down with surprising strength and a teasing grin.

She wanted to spoil him, after all, before locking him away.

The thought was so naughty, so wrong, that just imagining it quickly helped him reach his first climax of the evening.

He might have despaired in the past at such a premature finish, but Rias had trained him well, and it wasn’t like he hadn’t ripped orgasms out of her just as quickly in the past.

Besides, he had way more left in the tank.

And Rias didn’t let up until she’d wrung him dry.

Issei lay there, staring up at the hypnotic, erotic image of his fiancée bouncing on his cock for over an hour before she tired and collapsed against his chest, still quivering from her latest orgasm, her womanhood chock-full with his seed.

Issei wrapped his arms around her slick body, burying his face in her damp, crimson locks and inhaling deeply.

Their love life had always been energetic and adventurous, but ever since reincarnating, it was as if Rias had taken off the kid-gloves, as if she’d been worried about hurting him before, but that concern had long-since passed. Now, Rias fucked him like she was posessed by a demon of lust—

Wait, can’t say that, they consider Demon a slur or some shit…

Still, he wouldn’t be surprised if there was some accuracy to his imagined joke. Hadn’t Rias said something about Akeno cultivating Lust?

When he felt Rias stir in his embrace, lifting herself up with two hands on his chest, Issei’s eyes widened when he felt her hips start to gyrate, her pussy fluttering around his spent cock.

‘Again?!’

Rias chuckled sultrily, biting her bottom lip as she looked down at him hungrily. He groaned as he felt her walls clench around him again as she flexed, his eyes fluttering open when his reaction was met with a giggle.

‘Looks like you’ve finally gone soft…’

‘I’m pretty sure I came like five times in the past hour—that shit isn’t normal.’

Issei clenched his eyes shut and groaned as Rias pinched both his nipples, her beautiful eyes alight with mischief. ‘You’re no longer normal, my love…’

Ain’t that the truth…

‘Still… I wonder if you’ll put up a better performance after ten days of being locked away…?’

When Issei’s eyes fluttered back open, he gulped at the look of raw desire in his fiancée’s eyes. This would be an… interesting experiment for them, a new kink to explore, and while Issei was excited to go on this journey with Rias—despite how embarrassing it was to admit—he didn’t think he was as hyped as she was.

Why is that so fucking hot…?

‘I need to go downstairs for a bit,’ she bent down and whispered in his ear, her hot breath causing him to shudder and skin to prickle. ‘Why don’t you make your first purchase and get—ready—for—me?’

She punctuated each word with a kiss—his forehead, his lips, his left nipple—and finished with a sharp bite to his right.

Issei groaned, but didn’t resist, his cheeks flaming crimson at what she was asking.

With the naughty grin never leaving her lips, he watched as Rias slipped into a flowing, sheer, lacy robe a darker shade of red than her hair before she sauntered out of the room, her hips swaying from side-to-side.

He didn’t know why she even bothered, the robe barely covered anything…

I suppose it would be weird walking naked around the murder-bot…

Finally alone and given time to admire his surroundings, he was surprised to find her bedroom almost matched the one in her dorm room one-to-one, the only exception being the magical touches like hovering candelabras with candles lit with unnatural fire, or the glowing runescript he peeked here and there.

There was also a glass door leading out to a balcony with a gorgeous view of the lake and school beyond. Unlike the war-room, the balcony here housed a far more indulgent feature. 

A rune-carved jacuzzi fashioned from what looked like smooth obsidian or midnight marble dominated the terrace, its surface etched with glowing glyphs that kept the water steaming and gently bubbling.

Issei blinked. It wasn’t some sleek, modern tub—it was arcane, elegant, and possibly the most luxurious damn bubbly throne he’d ever seen. He found himself wondering just how many hours Rias spent up here, soaking like a queen—or a King, apparently—while admiring the expansive, gorgeous view of her domain.

Or future domain, I guess. What’s up with that weird game they’re playing anyway? Surely there’s other cities… or is Kuoh special for some reason…?

Unable to help himself and wanting to maybe wash off a little, he opened the glass door and yelped as what felt like thousands of tiny daggers punched into his skin.

He quickly slammed the doors shut.

‘F-fuck! Cold!’

He should have known, this magical palace was up in the mountains, after all.

The sudden shock of cold had cleared his mind however, and had one other, notable effect.

Looking down at his poor, abused little warrior, Issei winced. Little was right…

At the shock of cold, his already spent cock had shrivelled up and disappeared into his body for warmth, leaving it looking not only pathetic… but ready.

With a half-nervous, half-excited gulp, Issei pulled up the Draconic Codex’s interface and navigated to the shop, looking at the very first option one more time.

Draconic Codex Ascension Point Shop 

Level 1

Ability: Lament of the Chaste - 0 AP

Lock your manhood in chastity made of conjured Draconic Iron. Each time you earn Ascension Points (AP), receive a stacking 10% boost to further points gain permanently until the chastity cage is removed, up to a maximum of 100%

Before he could bitch out, Issei mentally willed the purchase—Lament of the Chaste—a thrill shooting through him at the idea of brushing up against something so taboo for real. For a second, he thought something had gone wrong. No flash of light. No ominous chime. No swirling portal dropping off a cursed chastity cage like it was shipped express from intergalactic Amazon.

Instead, something deep in his mind stirred—like a door clicking open on a memory he didn’t know he had. The knowledge was just... there now. Installed. Clean. Precise. He didn’t even need to guess how to use it—it was already slotted into his instincts like muscle memory.

Worse, or maybe better, it was automated. No fiddling with spellwork or consciously channeling Aether—just a quiet intention and the Codex would do the rest. Handy, because he still had no idea how to do any of that, but also kind of a cheat.

Would have been handy if for no other reason that I could use it to learn to use magic myself…

He was stalling.

‘Fuck it. Just own it.’

Setting his jaw, Issei looked down at his shrivelled manhood and mentally activated the ability.

If nothing else, it was quick.

A pulse of deep crimson light flared to life around his cock and balls, cool and clinical as it swept over him. He flinched—yelped, actually—as the light curved under and around, encircling his drained testes like a noose of ice. The cold wasn’t painful, but it was sharp, biting—like dunking his most vulnerable bits into an arcane ice bath.

Then the light hardened.

With a faint click, the magic solidified into dark, rune-etched metal, locking snugly into place. A thin ring at the base cinched itself tight with mechanical precision, sealing off any hope of blood flow, rebellion, or dignity. The cage itself formed in an instant—smooth, seamless, and mercilessly compact. Not a lattice, not the traditional style that he’d seen when he looked them up on the internet—but a polished, rune-inscribed dome that pressed everything inward, flattening him into a humiliating little nub barely worthy of the term.

He didn’t need to check to know it was locked.

Or that he’d need to mentally dismiss the spell for it to come loose. There was no padlock, no key.

He stared down at himself, slack-jawed. It was tiny. More than that—it made him look tiny. There wasn’t a hint of bulge, nothing left to twitch or throb or protest. Just a cool, mirrored cap sitting snug at his base like a cursed seal, with only a faint hum of magic to suggest something even lived beneath it.

‘Oh god,’ he whispered in horror. ‘I look like a mannequin.’

The door creaked open behind him.

Issei spun, panicked—and froze at the sight of Rias standing there, silhouetted in her lace robe, crimson hair cascading over one bare shoulder.

He flushed deep red, already bracing for a smirk. A giggle. Some teasing jab about his new accessory.

A part of him he was newly coming to terms with even secretly wanted it.

But she didn’t laugh.

She frowned, eyes drifting down briefly, then narrowing with concern.

‘That’s what it gave you?’ she asked softly, gently. ‘That small? That tight?’

Her tone wasn’t mocking—it was clinical. Protective, even. Issei shuddered as she hurried on over and dropped to her knees in front of him, inspecting his pathetic nub with the eyes of a magical scientist. Her robe had parted with her hurried movements, and when she looked up at him with concern, her breasts bared and hanging low under their own weight, Issei was shocked to not even feel a twitch.

No matter how many times she’d emptied his balls, Rias had never failed to elicit a response from little Issei before.

‘Does it hurt…?’

‘No…’ Issei murmured, his face scrunched up on thought. ‘Wait, let me check something.’

This time, she did giggle when he reached down to palm a heavy breast, groping and squeezing it like a stress ball with a puzzled frown on his too-serious features.

‘Nothing…’

‘Hm?’

‘Not even a twitch,’ Issei explained, motioning to the new cage. ‘I think it’s using magic to stop me from getting a boner entirely…’

Rias bit her lip, her eyes now focused on the chastity cage as her fingers danced teasingly up and down his thighs.

‘Well, that’s good…’

‘My eyes are up here, Babe…’

When Rias finally did look up, Issei flushed at the smouldering look in her eyes. ‘It’s so…cute. So tiny…’

The words almost made his knees buckle. Rias caught him and steadied him with a giggle. Before their grinding could begin in earnest though, she looked back up at him once more, her features earnest and compassionate. ‘Remember, we can back out of this whenever we want—don’t force yourself.’

Issei screwed his eyes shut and steadied himself against’ Rias’ shoulders. In that moment, sexy things were the furthest thing from his mind, his fantasies more violent than titillating. He imagined finding that smug Fallen cunt and plucking her wings, then beating her to death with them.

It was a gruesome image, but one Issei welcomed wholeheartedly.

If he wanted to make fantasy a reality, he’d need to grow stronger. Much stronger. The Codex was the fastest way to make that a reality.

Don’t lie to yourself. Own it.

He swallowed thickly, but didn’t deny his self-recriminating words. Rias had already scolded him, to not hide away from this and own it.

He didn’t get hard—he couldn’t—but there was no denying the thrill racing through him. A flutter in his chest. A heat behind his ears and neck. His heart pounded with something dark, twisted, and real.

His mind, now unburdened by physical temptation, wandered to what came next.

He pictured it—Rias, flushed and moaning under someone else, whispering his name just to torment him, her beautiful, smouldering eyes flicking back toward him as she reached her peak—knowing he could do nothing but watch. The jealous fire, the shame, the unbearable ache that couldn't be eased. The punishment. The reward. The delicious contradiction of being so helplessly bound to the person he loved most, even as she played just out of reach.

It wasn’t just erotic—it was nuclear.

A volatile cocktail of lust, longing, and powerlessness churned in his gut, making him shudder with excitement.

He opened his eyes, heart pounding.

Rias was still watching him, her expression open, patient—ready to end it all with a word if he so much as flinched.

But he didn’t.

Instead, Issei met her gaze, jaw set, eyes clear.

‘Let’s do it.’

He’d be lying if he said the excited shimmer in her eyes didn’t drive him crazy.

Rias’ eyes traced back down to his tiny, caged cock and she smiled wickedly. ‘It’s so tiny…’ she whispered conspiratorially, before looking up into his eyes and grinning. ‘At least I won’t have to pretend I’m enjoying this little thing any more…’

Issei’s eyes widened and his knees buckled for real when the unexpected, demeaning, unbelievably sexy words left her innocent lips. He caught himself on her shoulder as Rias laughed breathlessly, the sound hitting him like a sledgehammer made of raw arousal.

‘Did you get any points?’

When he finally got himself under control and cleared his mind of the arousal-induced fog, Issei scanned his interface before shaking his head in the negative. ‘No,’ he gasped. ‘No points.’

Rias pouted adorably before reaching into the pocket of her robe and pulling out her phone and scrolling. Issei’s eyebrows disappeared into his hairline as he watched her read.

‘...What are you doing?’

Her adorable pout still in place, she looked up at him with a playful glare. ‘You can’t honestly expect me to know what I’m doing here. I did some… research.’

The fact that she said all that while playing with his little nub, an innocent, embarrassed expression on her beautiful face, just made him flush with desire, even if his cock still refused to even twitch in its prison.

Apparently finished reading, Issei yelped when Rias grabbed his wrist and pulled him down to the heavy rug with her, right by the fire. Laying him on his back, she straddled his chest and let her robe open fully, exposing both her heavy, drooping breasts and still red, fucked-raw pussy to his greedy eyes.

‘Do you know where I just was, my love?’

She took his look of confusion as permission to continue and, with a naughty smile, she cupped her own breasts and shuffled forward, so her womanhood was mere inches away from his mouth.

‘I just finished having a little dalliance with my lover,’ she lied through her pearly-white teeth. ‘He was so talented and made me cum so many times…’ Lowering herself, she didn’t continue until his mouth was sealed by her leaking pussy. ‘He left a little something in there for you too…would you like to see the surprise?’

Issei’s eyes widened and, as Rias lifted herself off his mouth, he saw his own cum start to leak out of her perfect pussy in a thick, viscous river. Rias helped it along by holding her lips spread and sighing as her pelvic muscles flexed and she voided her womb.

‘Clean my lover’s cum, my love. Be a good cuck, that’s it…’

Issei didn’t even resist as the first drop of cum hit his tongue. He knew it was his own, but Rias’ words had lit a fire in him and, rather than feeling disgusted, he attacked her sex like a man dying of thirst. The consistency and mouthfeel were gross, but as Rias gripped his hair in a tight fist and pushed his face against her soiled pussy, he didn’t even dream of denying his fiancée.

‘Eat my lover’s creampie,’ Rias urged in between soft moans while gyrating against his face. With his face buried in her nethers, and her heavy breasts blocking his upwards view, Issei couldn’t see the expression on Rias’ face, but she spoke in a breathless, excited tone that he found wildly sexy, especially when she sheepishly called him cuck at the end of every demand.

It’s so adorable how shy she is about this…

‘Mmm, yesss, good boy, clean me, clean your King, your tongue is the best, so much better than your useless, tiny penis…’

She punctuated the harsh words by reaching back to grip his drained balls in a vice-like grip that had him groaning in equal parts pain and desire. Seemingly taking confidence from his reaction, Rias continued, her voice coming out in excited gasps.

‘You’re such a good cuck, aren’t you, my love? Mmm, you only want what’s best for me, don’t you? You willingly locked your tiny penis away so I can get—ooooh—real men to pleasure me, isn’t that—mmm—isn’t that right?’

Her words might have stung a lot more if he hadn’t been ripping orgasms out of her on the regular ever since waking up. If anything, her faux, domineering personality only served to urge him on, and to imagine what the future would hold—when things got a little more serious.

If it weren’t for this stupid cage, I’d be as hard as a rock right now…

He wondered if the system would count roleplay. A quick perusal of his interface as his tongue reached in as deep as it could manage and scooped out his own seed showed little evidence that it did.

Not that he was complaining. He wasn’t sure he’d have been able to handle jumping into the deep end with this kink—starting small and working their way up sounded ideal.

Rias didn’t stop her taunting words or sensual gyrating until Issei tapped her soft, powerful dancer’s thighs. Realising he was tapping out, Rias scooted back and looked down at Issei with an excited, expectant flush on her cheeks.

‘Anything?’

He really hated to disappoint her, especially with how sexy and adorable she looked in her excitement, but he could only shrug and shake his head. Rias pouted, then returned his shrug before giving him a cheeky grin.

‘Oh well, at least I had fun.’

She bent down and captured his lips in a slow, sensual kiss. When she pulled away, she had a drop of his cum on her lips, a drop she eagerly licked up with a hum of approval.

‘You can’t possibly like the taste of that.’

Rias’ eyes sparkled with mischief and she leaned down again, her lips pressed against his ear.

‘You didn’t seem to have a problem with it… cuck.’

When Rias pulled away, she giggled at the furious flush on his cheeks.

Still blushing, he looked away in embarrassment. ‘It’s gross, but I…like how excited it gets you. I’m fine with doing anything that turns you on that much…’

When he turned to look at the surprisingly silent fiancée, his flush deepened at the look she was giving him—one filled with something deep emotional, a look that gave him diabetes just witnessing it. Laying down on his chest, she cupped the side of his face and stared deep into his eyes.

‘I love you so much…’

Issei grinned crookedly. ‘Yeah, well, I wouldn’t do all this for just anyone. Imagine what the midget would think if she knew her King was as big a degenerate as the supposed Pervert King.’

Rias chuckled softly then closed her eyes and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Issei wasn’t embarrassed to admit that they let the passion sweep them away, making out on the heavy rug by the fire—so much so that they almost forgot their mission for the evening.

When Rias finally pulled away, Issei looked at a nearby clock and noted they’d been just making out for a good half an hour. Breathless and a little light-headed, Issei turned a shaky grin on his fiancée again and shrugged.

‘Time sure flies…’

‘I can’t think of a better way to spend it.’

Issei groaned and Rias giggled when he shoved her off him and sat up. ‘Can you stop saying sweet shit like that while I’m locked up and can’t do anything about it?’

Laying on her back, Rias bit her lip and reached out to play with his embarrassing nub of a caged cock with a naughty look in her eyes. ‘I think I’m rather fond of it,’ she teased with an impish grin. ‘You’re so much more behaved with that little thing locked away…’

Issei groaned with lust at the feelings her torturous words conjured on him. She’d hinted at studying for this new kink play of theirs. Colour him unsurprised that Rias was a natural—as was the case with anything she put her mind to.

‘I’ve got another idea we can try,’ Rias offered in a sexy whisper, still playing with his cage with eyes smouldering with desire.

‘Oh?’

She sat up and favoured him with an excited smile. ‘I remember the Codex mentioning something about sharing me.’ Seeing his eyes widen in alarm, she smiled sultrily and gripped his balls almost painfully to calm him down. ‘Relax my love, not like that. Yet. But sharing is such an ambiguous term and can mean a lot of things…’

Issei was breathing heavily at this point, caught in an awkward headspace where he simultaneously thought everything was moving too fast, and not fast enough.

‘What’re you saying?’

Rias grinned and held out her hand. ‘Give me your phone.’

Without hesitation, Issei spun around to search for his jeans like a man on a mission. No complaints, no questions—just pure, automatic compliance.

If anyone ever needed tangible proof of his love for Rias, it wasn’t the grand gestures or whispered promises—it was the fact that he handed her his unlocked phone without a hint of anxiety.

Not even a wince. No cold sweat. No desperate, last-second swipe to clear suspicious tabs or bury those photos six folders deep.

Now that was true love.

Snatching the phone from his grasp, Rias gave him a wicked grin and started tapping away—naked and lounging on her back, her elbows bracketing and accentuating the plush weight of her heavy tits.

Well, if she’s gonna serve them up on a platter…

‘Mmm, don’t mind if I do.’

Rias giggled, then let out a soft moan as Issei lay down beside her and greedily latched onto one of her pebbled, pink nipples. His calloused hands roamed with practiced hunger, kneading the pliant titflesh with reverent greed. For several uninterrupted minutes, Issei indulged in his all-time favorite pastime—until Rias, breathless and a little flushed, tried to get his attention.

‘Here, Issei, look…’

Issei reluctantly pulled back from her breasts and followed her gaze toward his phone—then gaped.

Rias had pulled up a post on some kind of cuckolding subreddit, clearly. But what had his eyes bulging wasn’t the forum itself, it was the image she’d uploaded.

He recognized it instantly—one from his private collection. Rias, naked and radiant, glancing over her shoulder with a dazzling smile and her voluminous hair done up in a messy bun as she prepared to hop in the shower. Her pussy, unmistakably red and freshly fucked, leaked his cum down her inner thigh in shameless rivulets.

She’d even added a caption before uploading it!

‘My bull fucked me then filled me with his cum—do you think my cuck will mind the present he left for him?’ Issei turned to his fiancée with flushed cheeks and wide, disbelieving eyes. ‘Fucking hell, Rias!”

She burst out laughing and began refreshing the page obsessively, giddy with anticipation as comments started pouring in.

‘You don’t think it’s too much?’

‘I think it’s crazy,’ Issei muttered, more dazed than disapproving. ‘You didn’t even blur your face!’

‘Why would I?’ she shot back with a teasing grin. ‘I’m not ashamed of my body. Why…are you?’

‘Fuuuuuck…’ Issei groaned, squeezing his eyes shut to hold back the flood of forbidden fantasies crashing through his brain. ‘You’re such an exhibitionist!’

His comment earned him another giggle, with no hint of a denial in sight.

If this got him going… how much hotter would it be when the pictures she posted were real cuckolding? When the cum filling his fiancée’s womb and oozing down her thigh wasn’t his own…but someone else’s? His breath hitched at the thought—jealousy, shame, arousal all tangling into one wicked, pulsing knot of delicious, spine-tingling angst inside him.

‘Anything?’ Rias asked again coyly, peeking over his phone with a glint in her eyes.

Issei got the impression that she was having so much fun, she honestly didn’t even care at this point if they got points from his Sacred Gear or not.

He sighed and pulled up the Codex. ‘Nothing,’ he reiterated. ‘Not even a hint. What the hell do we gotta do to get some—huh?’

Across the room, the antique wall clock ticked over to midnight—and several things happened at once.

First, his vision was flooded by a retina-searing crimson overlay—text blazing across his mind’s eye.

Then, his entire body tingled, a low hum of power thrumming through his skin while the cage radiated a not-unpleasant warmth against his groin.

Finally, Rias noticed the change in his posture and excitement in his eyes. Tossing the phone aside, she sat up, practically bouncing.

‘Did it work?!’ she asked, leaning forward. ‘We triggered something, didn’t we?’

Issei licked his lips, his eyes dancing over the words blazing in his vision. ‘Yeah babe…it worked…’

Draconic Codex v377

Cuckold System

End of Day Points Tally

Small Penis Humiliation — 8pts

Cuckold Roleplay — 20 pts

Eating Creampie (own) — 40 pts

Exposing Fiancée to Other Men (Internet) — 20 pts

Earned points while utilising Lament of the Chaste — Multiplier increased to +10%

Thanks for playing, Cuck!

Issei had immediately made the notification screen visible to Rias, the both of them vibrating with excitement at seeing the points rolling in.

‘Hey, how many pics did you upload?’ Issei asked, breaking the silence as a thought tugged at him. His fiancée seemed to pick up on his line of thought and frowned in thought.

‘Just the one,’ she admitted, almost sounding disappointed with herself at having potentially missed out on an opportunity to exploit a glaring omission in this Cuckold System. ‘We’ll have to upload more to see if it’s ten points per picture, or just ten points in general…’

‘No shot, that would be way too busted,’ Issei shot her down, but willing to let her try her little exhibitionist heart out to test it regardless. ‘You’re the one that said the lizard is listening—even if that were an exploit, he’ll definitely patch it by tomorrow.’

Issei found it absurd how similar this entire situation was when compared to how they’d theorycraft for the video games they loved—except, this time, there was an erotic twist…

Looking down at the pathetic little nub his cock was shoved into, his mind drifted back to what the system had classified the play they’d engaged in as.

Small Penis Humiliation…

A few years ago, such a blow to his ego would have done irrevocable damage. He was honestly finding it hard to give much of a shit though, especially after the gorgeous, naked devil beside him had so readily agreed to marry him.

Make fun of my totally normal, average cock all you want you overgrown lizard. Rias loves it, and the dumbass attached to it, just fine…

Speaking of his incredible fiancée, Rias turned to him with a wide, giddy smile. ‘We should work on building up that multiplier with some more… experiments.’

She was eyeing him like a piece of meat, her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she eyed his caged cock with a smouldering intensity.

It was so weird to have her looking at him like that and to not have a physical reaction.

Something I gotta get used to…

‘Come on,’ Rias urged, and Issei grinned like a dopey idiot as he watched her tits bounce and jiggle as she fetched his hurriedly discarded phone again. ‘I got some more ideas!’

Issei barely had a chance to get a word in before Rias had straddled his face, her pussy resting on his lips. She looked down at him with a naughty smile between the valley of her heavy, drooping tits, moaning softly as her pussy ground against his tongue. ‘Come on, my love, get to work,’ she teased as she tapped away at his phone and started to upload more images.

At hearing his amused grunt she paused, a thought striking her. Her pale cheeks flushed crimson and she looked down with a saucy grin, her breath coming in excited, laboured pants. ‘It’s amazing that you’re so good with that tongue, my love,’ she purred, her gyrating and undulating growing more urgent and sensual. ‘It’s much more useful than this pathetic little thing…’

Issei gasped and let out a strangled, muffled groan of pain and pleasure as Rias reached back with a free hand and punctuated her words with a gentle slap to his balls. Taking encouragement from his positive response, she slapped him again, this time hard enough to have him feeling a little queasy.

He didn’t protest though. Issei’s mind was focused on the prize, wondering if he’d get points for some BDSM play too.

‘Given that we now know the multiplier only increases at the end of the day, you’ll need to be in that cage for another ten days before the buff is fully stacked—are you ready for that, my love?’

Issei groaned in approval, his tongue licking and worshipping Rias’ perfect pussy to show his eagerness.

‘I think we should wait for the—mmm—for the full buff before trying anything with other men. What do you think?’

Issei’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his mind going to dangerous, sinful places at his fiancée’s words.

Places he was shocked to find he didn’t wholly object to going…

Once more, Rias reached back to play with his caged cock and balls and she pouted. ‘I don’t like how I can’t tell if you’re excited,’ she whined, before gripping his cage and balls both in a tight grip and giggling. ‘Though, with a penis this small, would I have even noticed…?’

Issei groaned his loudest yet, his hips bucking off the floor and his tongue doubling down on its efforts. Rias let out a breathless laugh, riding his face like a bucking bronco.

‘I—mmm—I think I have my answer. Looks like you’re very excited…you dirty cuck. Maybe we don't have to wait the full ten days, maybe you want me to play with other—ooooh—with other men…’

She rode his face for several more minutes, working herself up to a powerful orgasm while her hips ground and gyrated—though he didn’t delude himself, the thrill of posting her sex pics online likely brought her most of the way there.

When she finally recovered, Rias put his phone aside and reached down to cup the side of his face, getting his attention. ‘Do you know what you want to buy first?’ She grinned impishly. ‘What’ll be your reward for being such a dirty, naughty cuck?’

Issei shuddered then let out an erotic gasp as Rias slid back, no longer straddling his face. He could feel how drenched his face was with Rias’ excitement, and his tongue poked out to sample her juices. ‘Magic,’ he gasped, after a moment of thought.

Though it was a simple, one-word answer, Issei was unable to hide his excitement at the thought of having magic powers.

Rias smiled, but frowned in sympathy.

‘What?’ Issei was immediately on guard, all his ardour vanishing despite having Rias’ perfect pussy in his face. ‘Don’t tell me I can’t—you said Devils all had magic!’

She sighed, then smiled thinly. ‘They do,’ she reassured, before smiling and laying down on the floor beside him, her head resting on his chest and her ear over his heart. ‘I suppose now is as good a time as any to start your magical education…’

He wanted to argue that now was a horrible time to start—he’d much rather go back to their kinky games—but he bit his tongue. 

This would be important.

And he really wanted to do magic…

Rias’ face scrunched up adorably as she thought where to start and, instead of speaking immediately, she poked out a tongue and started suckling his nipple like a pacifier as she thought. Issei’s chuckle was a deep rumble as he ran his hand through her damp hair, finding it hilarious how he was doing exactly as she was now only half an hour ago.

She pulled off his nipple with a wet pop when she finally broke the silence. ‘I can’t remember if we went over this, but do you remember what the main difference between humans and the supernatural races is?’

His knee jerk reaction was to give a smart-ass answer like, is it the wings, but he bit his tongue when he saw the serious, earnest look on his fiancée’s face. Giving the question the consideration it deserved, he thought for a few moments before giving a tentative answer based on what he knew.

‘Does it have something to do with Aether?’

Rias’ smile was wide and blinding and she leaned up to plant a kiss on his lips. ‘Exactly,’ she purred, and Issei felt a ridiculous surge of pride at her praise—as if he were an eager-to-please puppy.

Devils didn’t have tails, but if they did, he was sure his would be wagging.

‘Aether is the energy that makes up most of the known universe—it’s in everything, even humans, even if they can’t control it.’

Issei sucked in a breath through his teeth, lips already curling with a grin as his brain made the most logical comparison—

‘Yes,’ Rias cut in flatly, eyes rolling even as a smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. ‘It’s like the Force.’

Issei blinked, caught mid-windup. ‘I didn’t even say anything!’

‘You didn’t have to,’ she said, propping herself up on one elbow. ‘Your whole face lit up like you’d just thought of the funniest joke ever. I know how your mind works.’

He pouted and looked away childishly. ‘I’m not that predictable…’

Rias leaned down, brushing her lips along his jaw. ‘Yes, Issei, with enough practice, you’ll be able to force choke people.’

Issei tried desperately hard to tamp down his excitement, even as Rias read him like a book, but his all-but vibrating body gave him away more effectively than his words ever could.

This is SO fucking cool!

‘But you’re getting ahead of yourself,’ Rias continued, her sensual voice thick with amusement. Issei turned back to his fiancée and, despite how sacreligious a thought it was, he kinda wished she had on her fake glasses, a tight blouse and a pencil skirt.

This lecture would be so much sexier if she was dressed up like a slutty teacher…

‘Maybe I’ll dress up next time.’

Issei gaped. ‘Are you doing magic on me? I’m not that easy to read!’

Rias grinned cheekily. ‘Just a little harmless telepathy between lovers…’

I’m going to bend you over my knee and spank that fat ass of yours you beautiful, sexy bitch.

Instead of answering, Rias’ cheeks tinged pink and she bit her lip with a sultry look in her eyes.

Holy shit, she really is reading my mind! I better not think of that sexy fantasy with her and Akeno…

Rather than looking annoyed, Rias shot him a devilish grin before continuing. ‘Supernatural beings have Aether running through their bodies from birth—or rebirth, in your sense. Magic comes in all forms and, at its most basic, the process can best be described as the caster manipulating and transforming Aether into the requisite Essence that most closely relates to the effect you’re aiming to achieve, then you mould and command the Essence to obey your command and achieve the effect you desire.’

Issei frowned. ‘That sounds…needlessly complicated, like one too many steps.’

Rias’ laughter was musical. ‘You’re not the first to think so.’

He frowned deeper. ‘And what… Essence do you shape your Aether into when doing your rune stuff?’

Rias favoured him with one of her proud, slightly patronising smiles again—not that he was complaining. Puppy, wagging tail, etcetera.

‘We’re getting off-topic, but suffice it to say, Runic Magic and Rituals are the exception to the rule. The runes handle the conversion themselves, I just need to feed them the required Aether.’

Issei filed that tidbit away but nodded for Rias to continue.

‘That’s an overly simplified explanation, and it gets more complicated with advanced magic and combining schools, but if you want to become a spellcaster, you’ll have to learn to manipulate your Aether into the requisite Essence that best aligns to the effect you're aiming for.’

To demonstrate, Rias held up a finger to his face and Issei’s eyes widened in awe as a perfectly spherical ball of fire the size of a golf ball burst into being at its tip.

‘Woah…’

Rias smiled as the mini-sun had their damp skin shimmering in its light. ‘I manipulated my Aether into Fire Elemental Essence, then forced it to take this form with my will.’

Issei reached out for the small fireball but pulled up short when he felt the waves of intense heat radiating off it. Rias smiled wide and, with only a flicker in her features to show her effort, she motioned to the little fireball with the side of her head.

‘Go on, try again…’

Issei looked between Rias and the ball of fire with a puzzled frown. Nothing had changed, it still looked like a mini sun, a small, golf ball-sized ball of yellow and orange fire, however, when he reached for it…the waves of heat that had been radiating off it in waves were completely absent.

Gaping, he poked a finger into the ball of fire in awe and felt… nothing.

No, not nothing, my finger is tingling. Something's there… but there’s no heat? No energy…?

‘That’s…not possible…’

Rias smiled wide. ‘That, my love, is magic.’

Issei turned to her, looking stubborn. ‘You don’t understand, that’s not how fire works. Fire is heat. If it’s not burning, what’s it actually doing?’

Rias smiled at him like a used-car salesman. ‘This is the form my fire takes when I impose my will upon it to control its thermal expression.’

He reared back, his brow creased in annoyance at the absurdity. He was no physicist, but he’d fallen into enough YouTube rabbit holes to pretend to be one. ‘No. No, no, see, that doesn’t track. I could buy Aether accelerating molecules to create combustion. That computes. But this? No heat, no kinetic output, but it still glows and flickers like fire? That’s not energy conservation—that’s just…bullshit making a mockery of thermodynamics!’

Rias smiled wide. ‘No, that’s magic.’

Issei gaped at Rias in shock.

‘My head hurts…’

Rias giggled at his plight and let the fire fade before going back to suckling on his nipple, her blue-green eyes looking up at him playfully.

Lesson time was almost over. Rias was getting frisky, and when his fiancée got frisky, well… it used to mean there’d be fucking soon.

Now… he didn’t know what it meant… and that was kinda hot.

He put that out of his mind. For now. His brow creased in confusion and he narrowed his eyes at Rias.

‘None of that explains why you looked like someone about to tell a person their dog died when I mentioned wanting to become a mage…’

Again, she popped her nipple out of his mouth, but this time she let out a weary sigh.

‘You…are a lot more perceptive than people give you credit for.’

‘No, I’m a retard. I just know my fiancée.’

Rias favoured him with a long suffering sigh and a half-smile at his self-deprecation—she always hated when he did that—before resting her head on his chest and tracing the lines of his muscles as she thought what to say.

Issei felt a surge of pride and affection when he realised her eyes weren’t admiring his muscles, but rather the ring on her dancing finger.

She let out another sigh before speaking. ‘This isn’t strictly accurate mind, I’m just using it as an example for simplicity’s sake, but think of Aether like blood, and the way in which it flows through your body? Think of those channels like veins and arteries.’

‘Okay…’

‘While it’s not impossible for a reincarnated devil to learn magic, for someone who hasn’t spent their entire lives with Aether flowing through their bodies…’

Issei felt a mounting sense of dread as he watched his fiancée frown in consternation, starting to pick up what she was putting down.

‘Are you saying it’s like someone born without legs trying to learn to run with prosthetics…?

Rias winced.

‘That’s… a good analogy, but it’s more like someone born without both legs and arms, getting four prosthetics, and trying to be a gymnast.’

Issei flinched and Rias looked up at him in sympathy.

‘So you’re saying I’ll never be able to do magic?’ He asked with an annoyed frown. ‘That I shouldn’t even try?’

Issei yelped when his vision was suddenly filled with beautiful, devastating fury.

‘I’ll never tell you what to do with your cultivation, even if you decide to take the most obnoxiously difficult path possible—I’ll do everything in my power to make your dreams a reality.’

Her look of fierce determination became impish so quickly it almost gave him whiplash. Rias pulled back and looked down the length of his body before pinching his pathetic little nub.

‘Even if it means making you my beloved little cuck…’ Her mischievous facade shattered and she looked back up at him with concern.

Issei’s head was feeling dizzy at his fiancée’s rapid emotional shifts.

‘That’s not uncomfortable, is it?’

‘Even if it was, I’m not resetting the multiplier.’

She refused to break his stare and Issei sighed in embarrassment. ‘Honestly, everything’s kinda numb down there—well, everything but my balls, anyway.’

Rias grinned cheekily then squealed when Issei gave a resounding spank on her pale, meaty ass in retribution. Sending him a cute pout, she chuckled and draped herself over his chest, their faces inches apart.

‘I can’t tell if you’re a degenerate pervert, or just an uber, power-gamer.’

Issei chuckled and pulled Rias close. ‘Both, I think…’

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, enjoying basking in each other’s presence until Rias finally broke it with a sigh. ‘It’s not just you. Most reincarnated devils struggle with magic. It’s hard, yes, but not impossible. Kiba was a human when I reincarnated him too—he has enough control of his Aether to cultivate and strengthen his body, but any external manifestations of power have always been beyond him.’

Seeing his troubled frown, Rias hurried to continue.

‘Then there’s Sona’s Queen—’

Issei grinned. ‘Let me guess. Shinra? The girl is basically glued to the Prez’s hip…’

Rias smiled wide and nodded. ‘Quite. Shinra Tsubaki was a human too, but she turned out to be one of the most gifted mages of our generation—though comparing yourself to her is a bit of a fallacy. She’s an unusual genius when it comes to Aether manipulation.’

‘I might not be a genius or whatever, but maybe the overgrown lizard can help bridge the gap…’ He turned to Rias and managed his most perverted giggle. ‘That is… if my filthy, cheating little slut of a fiancée wants to help me…?’

His words instantly had Rias’ cheeks blazing crimson, but rather than be offended, she looked incredibly turned on and excited. Taking them as a challenge, Rias stood and, when he made to join her, she pushed him back down into the thick rug with a bare foot on his chest.

‘Where do you think you’re going, cucky?’ She asked, her new Mistress persona sounding far more natural by the second—though the venom in her words was undercut by how heavily she blushed. ‘Know your place. On the floor, kissing my feet.’

She rested her foot against his face and Issei didn’t even hesitate. Without breaking eye contact, he took a toe into his mouth and sucked, his dark eyes smouldering with desire, subservience and adoration.

Rias’ breathing grew increasingly laboured as Issei played along without hesitation. Obedient and at her beck and call.

Rias slowly pulled her toes from his mouth, a breathless shiver escaping her lips. She dragged her foot down the line of his chest, over his fluttering stomach, and rested the ball of it atop his cage with a deliberate, delicate press.

Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes gleaming with mischief and desire.

‘We’re just getting started, my beautiful, incredible cuckold,’ she purred, barely holding back a giddy grin as Issei let out a pained groan as she pressed down with a little more pressure. ‘Your Mistress has a long night planned for you…’