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The Love of Ladies Behind Locked Doors.	By : Menydragon5 Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1305 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The clubroom door clicked shut behind Rias, sealing them in the quiet hum of afternoon sunlight filtering through dust motes. "Akeno," she began, her voice unnervingly calm, "we need to discuss your recent... *enthusiasm* with Issei." She didn’t sit, choosing instead to stand before the window, her crimson hair catching the light like spilled wine. "Specifically, yesterday’s incident in the storage closet during lunch. The one where Kiba reported hearing distinctly... *unladylike* giggling."

Akeno’s violet eyes widened with practiced innocence, her fingers tracing the edge of her teacup. "Oh, Rias-sama! Issei-kun was simply helping me retrieve a fallen box of club records. He’s so very... *strong*. It’s only natural I expressed my gratitude." Her smile deepened, sharpening at the edges. "Surely you understand? After all, you’ve seen how diligently he trains his body. Such admirable dedication deserves... appreciation."

Rias’ knuckles whitened against the windowsill. "Appreciation doesn’t typically involve pinning him against shelves while whispering about ‘testing his endurance,’ Akeno." Her tone remained level, but a flicker of crimson energy sparked at her fingertips. "He emerged looking like he’d run a marathon. Flushed. Trembling. And distinctly *rumpled*."

Akeno tilted her head, a soft sigh escaping her lips. "Poor Issei-kun *was* rather overwhelmed, wasn’t he? His heart pounded against my palm like a frantic little bird." She traced her own collarbone absently, a dreamy haze softening her violet gaze. "The heat radiating from him… it was quite intoxicating. And the way his breath hitched when my fingers brushed his waist…" Her voice dropped to a husky murmur. "He tastes of sunlight and desperation, Rias-sama. Deliciously vulnerable."

"Vulnerable?" Rias whirled around, her composure cracking. "He’s seventeen! And *mine*!" The air crackled with suppressed demonic power, making the teacups rattle. "Your ‘playfulness’ borders on predation. Yesterday wasn’t gratitude; it was ambush. You cornered him, exploited his… *reactions*." She took a sharp step forward, the scent of ozone sharpening. "Does watching him squirm under your touch truly amuse you that much?"

Akeno’s elegant mask slipped completely, revealing a sharp, predatory grin. "Amuse? Oh, Rias-sama, it *thrills*." She leaned forward, the swell of her E-cup breasts pressing against the fabric of her uniform. "The tremor in his thighs when I lean close… the choked gasp when my hair brushes his neck…" Her tongue flicked out, moistening her full lower lip. "He’s a furnace of untapped desire, and *you* keep him on such a frustratingly short leash. Forgive me if I enjoy… stoking the flames." Her violet eyes locked onto Rias’s, challenging, utterly unrepentant. "Does it frighten you? How much he *responds*?"

Rias moved faster than thought. One moment she stood by the window; the next, her hand shot out, fingers twisting deep into the soft fabric of Akeno’s blouse, right between her ample breasts. The grip was brutal, hauling Akeno forward until their faces were inches apart. "Frighten?" Rias hissed, crimson energy flickering dangerously in her eyes. "You think this is *fear*? This is fury, Akeno. Pure, undiluted fury that you think you can lay claim to what’s mine." The fabric strained, pulling taut against Akeno’s soft flesh, the buttons threatening to pop. Akeno gasped, not in pain, but in startled exhilaration, her own demonic power flaring violet beneath her skin. The air thickened, charged with ozone and honeysuckle.

Akeno’s breath hitched, her chest heaving against Rias’s knuckles. A slow, dangerous smile spread across her face, eyes gleaming with sudden, wicked inspiration. "Such passion, Buchou," she purred, her voice thick with dark amusement. "Why waste it on shouting? Let’s settle this… *properly*. A duel befitting Devils." She leaned in further, her lips brushing Rias’s earlobe as she whispered, her breath hot and intimate. "A sex battle. Right here, right now. Winner makes the loser cum… three times out of five." She pulled back slightly, her violet gaze locking onto Rias’s furious blues. "And the rules? Simple. We only grind. Pussy on pussy. Nothing else. Let’s see whose fire burns hotter… and who truly makes Issei-kun *ache*."

Rias froze. The raw, vulgar proposition hung in the charged air, utterly unexpected. A tremor ran through her hand still fisted in Akeno’s shirt. Not hesitation – calculation. Her eyes narrowed, scanning Akeno’s flushed face, the defiant tilt of her chin, the subtle tremor of anticipation in her own thighs. The scent of Akeno’s arousal, sharp and cloying beneath the ozone, mingled with her own burgeoning heat. A slow, predatory smile, mirroring Akeno’s own, curved Rias’s lips. "Three times?" she echoed, her voice dropping to a low, dangerous purr that vibrated in her chest. She released Akeno’s blouse with a deliberate slowness, her fingers trailing possessively down the rumpled fabric. "You’re on, Himejima. Prepare to lose."

Before Akeno could even smirk in triumph, Rias surged forward. Her hands flew to Akeno’s face, fingers tangling instantly in the long, silken strands of her black ponytail near the scalp, pulling just enough to tilt Akeno’s head back sharply. There was no preamble, no teasing build-up. Rias captured Akeno’s lips in a searing, possessive kiss. It wasn't gentle exploration; it was conquest. Her lips pressed hard against Akeno’s, demanding entry, her tongue sweeping past parted lips with fierce urgency. The taste of Akeno – honeyed tea and something darker, uniquely electric – flooded Rias’s senses.

Simultaneously, Rias arched her own body forward, pressing her full D-cup breasts firmly against Akeno’s larger E-cups. The soft, yielding warmth was immediate and intense. Through the thin layers of their Kuoh Academy blouses and bras, the friction ignited. Rias ground her chest against Akeno’s, feeling the swell and heat of her rival’s breasts compress against her own. The sensation was electric – a jolt of pure, competitive heat that traveled straight to Rias’s core. She deepened the kiss, a low groan escaping her throat as she felt Akeno’s nipples, hardened points, pressing insistently back against hers through the fabric. The slide of silk and lace between them amplified every subtle shift, every desperate press.

Akeno gasped into the kiss, her body instinctively arching into the pressure. Her hands flew to Rias’s waist, fingers digging into the curve of her hips, pulling her impossibly closer. The kiss became a furious, silent battle – tongues clashing, teeth grazing lips, breaths mingling hot and frantic. The relentless breast-to-breast friction sent waves of molten pleasure radiating through both of them. Rias could feel Akeno’s heartbeat hammering against her own chest, a frantic counterpoint to the slick, wet sounds of their mouths moving together. The air crackled, thick with ozone, honeysuckle, and the raw, undeniable scent of their escalating arousal. Neither was yielding; this was pure, primal assertion.

They pulled apart simultaneously with a sharp, wet *pop*, lips swollen and glistening, a thin strand of saliva briefly connecting them before snapping. Chests heaving, they stared at each other, pupils blown wide with lust and challenge. Rias’s voice was a ragged whisper, low and dangerous. "Still think you can handle his heat, Himejima?" Her fingers, trembling slightly, moved to the knot of Akeno’s orange ribbon. "Let’s see what fuels yours." With a sharp tug, the ribbon came undone, releasing Akeno’s impossibly long black hair. It cascaded down like a waterfall, pooling around her ankles, framing her flushed face.

"Talkative now, Buchou?" Akeno panted, her violet eyes gleaming with defiance. She didn't resist as Rias’s hands flew to the buttons of her white blouse. Each button popped open with a sharp *snap*, revealing inch after inch of smooth, pale skin and the swell of her breasts straining against the lacy cups of her bra. "Is this jealousy… or just desperation?" The blouse fell open completely, baring her torso.

Rias didn't pause; her fingers hooked into the waistband of Akeno’s skirt. "Desperation?" Rias hissed, yanking the skirt down Akeno’s hips in one swift motion. It pooled around her ankles, leaving her clad only in her bra, calf-length black socks, and white panties. "This is *claiming*."

Rias’s gaze burned over Akeno’s near-naked form – the trembling curve of her waist, the soft swell of her belly, the desperate rise and fall of her chest against the sheer lace bra. Her hands moved to the clasp at Akeno’s back. "You flaunt yourself at him," Rias growled, her voice thick with possessiveness. The clasp gave way. The bra fell forward, releasing Akeno’s full, heavy E-cup breasts. They bounced slightly, pale and tipped with dusky, hardened nipples. Akeno gasped, a shiver running through her as cool air hit her exposed skin. "But this," Rias’s fingers hooked into the sides of Akeno’s panties, "this desperate heat?" She pulled them down, past the curve of her hips, over the black socks, leaving Akeno utterly bare before her. "This belongs to *me*." Akeno stood completely naked, trembling slightly, her skin flushed, her violet eyes locked on Rias’s, filled with a mix of defiance and raw, exposed need. The air hummed with unspoken challenge.

Akeno’s smirk returned, sharp and dangerous despite her nakedness. "Is that so, Buchou?" she purred, stepping out of the puddled skirt and panties. Her fingers, trembling only slightly, reached for Rias’s black ribbon corset. "Then let’s see *your* claim." Her touch was deliberate, slow, as she unfastened the intricate clasps one by one. The corset loosened, then fell away, revealing Rias’s own straining white blouse beneath. Akeno’s hands slid beneath the fabric, palms flat against Rias’s heated skin, tracing the defined muscles of her abdomen before moving upwards. She pushed the blouse open, buttons popping free, exposing Rias’s lace bra and the deep swell of her D-cup breasts beneath. "Show me," Akeno whispered, her breath hot against Rias’s collarbone as she unhooked the bra. It fell away, freeing Rias’s perfect, pale breasts, their nipples hard and dusky pink. "Show me the fire you think entitles you to him." Her hands slid to Rias’s skirt, fingers finding the zipper. It hissed open. The skirt pooled at Rias’s feet. Only her white panties and socks remained. Akeno knelt slowly, deliberately, her violet eyes locked on Rias’s as she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the panties. She pulled them down, inch by agonizing inch, revealing the smooth curve of Rias’s hips, the dark triangle of curls below. She paused, letting the fabric catch on Rias’s knees before pulling them free completely, leaving Rias as naked as she was. The scent of Rias’s arousal, musky and potent, filled the space between them. "Sit," Akeno commanded softly, gesturing towards the plush clubroom sofa behind Rias. Her voice held a tremor of anticipation. "Sit down, Rias-sama."

Rias sank onto the sofa, the cool leather a shock against her heated skin. She watched, breath catching, as Akeno prowled forward, completely nude, her long black hair swaying like a dark curtain around her hips. "Round one," Akeno murmured, her voice a low, sultry promise. She didn’t hesitate. Straddling Rias’s lap, she settled her weight down firmly, her bare thighs bracketing Rias’s hips. The intimate heat of Akeno’s mound pressed directly against Rias’s own, separated only by a slick layer of arousal. Akeno’s hands slid up Rias’s arms, pinning her wrists against the backrest. She leaned in, her full breasts brushing against Rias’s, their hardened nipples grazing. "Feel that?" Akeno breathed, grinding her hips down in a slow, deliberate circle. The friction was immediate, electric. Wet heat met wet heat, a molten slide that drew a choked gasp from Rias. "That’s *my* claim." Akeno’s eyes, inches away, blazed with predatory triumph. "Let’s see how long your precious control lasts." She began a relentless rhythm, grinding her slick core against Rias’s, the swollen folds finding exquisite pressure with every downward thrust. The slide was obscenely wet, the shared heat building rapidly. Rias arched involuntarily, a moan escaping her lips as Akeno’s pace intensified, the delicious friction igniting sparks deep in her belly. "Already?" Akeno smirked, her breath hitching as her own movements grew more frantic. "Issei-kun would *love* seeing you unravel like this."

The friction became unbearable. Akeno drove her hips down harder, faster, her thighs trembling with the effort. Their breasts bounced wildly with each frantic thrust, soft flesh colliding – Rias’s D-cups jostling against Akeno’s heavier E-cups in a mesmerizing, rhythmic slap. Sweat slicked their skin where their bodies met. "Look at you," Akeno gasped, her voice ragged, her violet eyes locked onto Rias’s desperate blues. "Soaked… trembling… losing…" Her own control frayed, her grinding becoming erratic, desperate. The slick sounds filled the room, mingling with their harsh breaths.

Rias tried to buck, to fight, but Akeno’s grip on her wrists was iron, her weight pinning her down. The pressure built to a screaming peak inside Rias, a coil tightening unbearably low in her belly. "Akeno—!" Rias choked out, her body bowing off the sofa. A shudder ripped through her, violent and uncontrollable. Her inner muscles clenched wildly as a gush of clear fluid erupted from her, squirting forcefully onto Akeno’s grinding mound and dripping thighs. The orgasm tore through her with blinding intensity, leaving her gasping, trembling, utterly spent against the leather.

Akeno froze atop her, panting heavily. She looked down, her violet eyes wide with astonishment and dark satisfaction at the warm, clear fluid coating her lower belly and thighs. A slow, triumphant smile spread across her flushed face. "Oh, Rias-sama," she purred, her voice thick with victory and lingering arousal. She shifted her hips slightly, deliberately rubbing Rias’s slick release deeper into her own sensitive folds, a shudder of pleasure running through her at the sensation. "So much… so *soon*." She released Rias’s wrists and leaned back, surveying the crimson-haired Devil’s flushed, trembling form beneath her. "Round one," Akeno declared, her breath still uneven, "goes to me." She traced a fingertip through the wetness on her own skin, then brought it slowly to her lips, her tongue flicking out to taste. Her eyes never left Rias’s. "Deliciously… *mine*." The scent of sex and triumph hung heavy in the air.

Rias’s chest heaved, her blue-green eyes blazing with fury and humiliation beneath the haze of her own climax. The feel of Akeno’s victorious smirk, the taste of her own release on Akeno’s tongue – it ignited a fresh, primal rage. With a snarl that ripped from her throat, Rias surged upwards. Her hands shot out, fingers digging brutally into Akeno’s hips, hauling her off balance. Before Akeno could react, Rias twisted violently, using her momentum to slam Akeno backwards. Akeno gasped as her bare back hit the cool plaster wall beside the sofa with a sharp thud, the impact rattling the framed occult prints hanging nearby. "Round two," Rias hissed, her voice low and dangerous, devoid of its usual noble cadence. Pure possessiveness radiated from her.

"Think that little trick makes you superior?" Rias spat, her fingers clamping onto Akeno’s right thigh just above the knee. She hauled the shapely leg upwards with fierce strength, bending it at the knee and pinning Akeno’s ankle high against the wall beside her head. The position splayed Akeno obscenely open, her center fully exposed, slick and glistening. Rias didn’t hesitate. She pressed her own naked body flush against Akeno’s trapped form, her hips slamming forward with brutal force. Their swollen mounds met again in a wet, grinding collision. "You soaked *me*," Rias growled, grinding her hips in hard, punishing circles, the friction immediate and searing. "Now feel mine!" Her pelvis pistoned against Akeno’s, the wet slap of skin-on-skin echoing sharply in the room. Every thrust drove Rias’s sensitive clit hard against Akeno’s, igniting sparks of agonizing pleasure-pain.

Akeno cried out, her head thumping back against the wall, her violet eyes wide with shock and renewed lust. The vulnerability was electric – pinned, one leg uselessly lifted, completely at Rias’s mercy. "R-Rias-sama!" she gasped, her hands scrambling against Rias’s sweat-slicked shoulders, unable to find purchase. "So rough—!" Rias ignored her, focusing solely on the relentless rhythm of her hips. She drove into Akeno with furious abandon, her own breasts crushed against Akeno’s, their hardened nipples scraping together with each savage thrust. The pressure was unbearable, building rapidly deep in Rias’s core, fueled by fury and the exquisite friction. She could feel Akeno trembling beneath her, feel the involuntary clench of Akeno’s inner muscles against the grinding pressure. "Beg!" Rias commanded, her breath hot against Akeno’s ear as she increased the tempo, her movements becoming jerky, desperate. "Beg for it like you beg for *him*!"

Akeno’s defiance shattered. "P-Please!" she whimpered, her voice cracking, her body arching desperately against the wall, seeking more of the brutal friction. "Rias-sama! Please, make me—!" The plea was cut off by a choked scream as Rias slammed home one final, devastating thrust. Akeno’s body locked, every muscle tensing like a drawn bowstring. Her back arched impossibly off the wall, only Rias’s body pinning her in place. A guttural cry tore from her throat as her orgasm exploded, a fresh flood of arousal gushing hotly between their grinding hips, slicking Rias’s own trembling thighs. Rias felt it – the violent pulsing against her clit, the scalding wetness – and it triggered her own release. A second, blinding wave crashed over her, wringing a ragged sob from her lips as her hips stuttered against Akeno’s, riding out the shared convulsions. They slumped together against the wall, trembling violently, slick skin sticking, breaths coming in harsh, shared gasps. The scent of sex, sweat, and ozone hung thick and cloying. Rias slowly lowered Akeno’s trembling leg, her own strength sapped, but her gaze, when it met Akeno’s dazed violet one, held only fierce, possessive triumph. "Mine," she breathed, the single word thick with exhaustion and victory.

Before Rias could savor her win, Akeno moved. Still trembling, fueled by adrenaline and lingering humiliation, she surged forward. Her hands slammed into Rias’s shoulders, shoving her backwards with surprising force. Rias stumbled, her legs buckling, and crashed hard onto the plush clubroom rug. The impact knocked the breath from her lungs. Before she could recover, Akeno was on her. She straddled Rias’s hips, pinning her wrists above her head with one strong hand, her long black hair cascading around them like a dark curtain. Her violet eyes, no longer dazed but blazing with renewed challenge, locked onto Rias’s. "Round three," Akeno declared, her voice husky but firm. She shifted her weight, grinding her slick, swollen core directly down onto Rias’s exposed mound. The contact was electric, wet heat meeting wet heat, drawing twin gasps. "Cowgirl," Akeno purred, a dangerous smile playing on her lips. "Let's see whose fire burns hotter *now*, Buchou."

Akeno began to move. Slowly at first, a deliberate, grinding roll of her hips that dragged her sensitive folds against Rias’s with agonizing friction. She lifted herself slightly, then sank back down with more force, the wet slap echoing sharply. "Feel that?" she gasped, her breath hitching as she established a rhythm – lift, sink, grind. Her breasts bounced heavily with each downward thrust, brushing against Rias’s own. "This heat... it's not just mine." She leaned forward, her free hand tracing the sweat-slick valley between Rias’s breasts, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "It’s yours too... soaking into me." Rias writhed beneath her, trying to buck, to dislodge her, but Akeno’s grip on her wrists was unyielding, her thighs clamped tight around Rias’s hips. The relentless pressure, the exquisite slide, was building a familiar, terrifying tension low in Rias’s belly. She bit her lip, trying to stifle a moan.

"Fighting it?" Akeno chuckled breathlessly, increasing her pace. Her hips pistoned faster, driving herself down onto Rias with desperate urgency. The slick sounds grew louder, obscene. Sweat dripped from Akeno’s chin onto Rias’s heaving chest. "Don't... hold back... Rias-sama," Akeno panted, her own control fraying, her movements becoming erratic. Her violet eyes were glazed, fixated on Rias’s tortured expression. "Let go... for Issei-kun... show him... *this*..." The coil inside Rias snapped. A raw, guttural cry tore from her throat as her body arched violently off the rug, her inner muscles clenching wildly around nothing, her hips bucking uncontrollably against Akeno’s grinding weight. Akeno gasped, her rhythm faltering, overwhelmed by the sensation beneath her. "Y-Yes!" Akeno cried out, her own climax triggered by Rias’s violent release. She slammed down hard one last time, grinding fiercely as her body convulsed, a fresh wave of wetness flooding between them. They froze, locked together in shuddering ecstasy, breaths ragged screams in the sudden silence, the only sound the frantic drumming of rain against the window.

Akeno slumped forward, her forehead resting against Rias’s sweat-slicked shoulder, her chest heaving. Slowly, a triumphant smirk spread across her flushed face. "Two... to one..." she gasped, her voice thick with exhaustion and victory. She lifted her head, violet eyes gleaming with predatory satisfaction as she met Rias’s dazed blue-green gaze. "One more... and he's... *mine*." Before Rias could muster a protest, Akeno bent down. Her full lips captured Rias’s in a deep, claiming kiss. Their naked breasts pressed together firmly, slick with sweat, the hardened nipples scraping deliciously. Akeno’s tongue invaded Rias’s mouth, tasting salt and shared desperation, her kiss fierce and possessive. Rias moaned weakly into it, her body still trembling with aftershocks, too spent to resist. The kiss lingered, a searing brand sealing Akeno’s dominance in the humid air.

Rias’s eyes snapped open, fury reigniting like a struck match. "Not... *yet*!" she snarled against Akeno’s lips, her voice raw. With a surge of desperate strength fueled by sheer stubborn pride, she shoved Akeno backwards. Akeno stumbled, her bare feet slipping slightly on the damp rug. Before she could regain her balance, Rias was moving. She lunged forward, grabbing Akeno roughly by the shoulders. "You want him?" Rias hissed, her voice low and dangerous, devoid of its usual noble cadence. Pure, primal possessiveness radiated from her. "Then *earn* him!" She spun Akeno around with brutal force and shoved her hard towards the plush sofa. Akeno gasped, stumbling forward, her hands instinctively bracing against the backrest. Rias didn't hesitate. She planted a hand firmly between Akeno’s shoulder blades, forcing her upper body down sharply over the sofa’s padded arm. Akeno’s gasp turned into a choked cry as her hips were abruptly elevated, her voluptuous ass pointed skyward, her long hair spilling onto the leather cushion below. Her smooth thighs trembled, spread wide by the angle. "R-Rias-sama—!" Akeno gasped, the vulnerability immediate and electric.

"Shut up!" Rias commanded, her voice thick with fury and arousal. She hooked her left arm under Akeno’s left thigh, just above the knee, and hauled it upwards with fierce strength. Akeno cried out as her leg was lifted high. The position splayed Akeno obscenely open, her slick, swollen folds glistening fully exposed beneath her lifted thigh. Rias pressed her naked body flush against Akeno’s bent form, her hips finding their target instantly. "This," Rias growled, grinding her own slick mound hard against Akeno’s exposed core, "is how you *lose*!" She slammed her hips forward. Wet heat met wet heat in a brutal, grinding collision. The angle was deep, intimate, forcing Rias’s sensitive clit into agonizingly direct contact with Akeno’s. Akeno screamed, her fingers clawing at the sofa leather, her body arching desperately against the pressure. "Feel it?" Rias hissed, beginning a relentless, piston-like rhythm. Her hips drove forward again and again, each thrust forcing a wet slap and a choked gasp from Akeno. The friction was searing, unbearable, igniting sparks deep in both their cores. Rias’s breasts pressed hard against Akeno’s sweat-slicked back, her own breath coming in harsh pants against Akeno’s ear. "Beg!" she commanded, increasing the tempo, her movements frantic. "Beg for him like you beg for *me*!"

Akeno’s defiance shattered utterly. "P-Please!" she sobbed, her voice ragged, tears of overwhelming sensation pricking her eyes. "Rias-sama! Please! Make me—!" The plea dissolved into a guttural scream as Rias slammed home one final, devastating thrust. Akeno’s body locked rigid, every muscle straining. Her back arched impossibly, her lifted leg trembling violently. A scalding flood erupted from her, soaking Rias’s grinding hips and thighs. The violent pulsing against Rias’s clit triggered her own blinding climax. A ragged sob tore from Rias’s throat as her hips stuttered wildly against Akeno’s convulsing form, riding out the shared, shattering release. They collapsed together over the sofa arm, trembling violently, slick skin sticking, breaths ragged gasps in the sudden silence. The scent of sex, sweat, ozone, and shared defeat hung thick and cloying. Slowly, Rias lowered Akeno’s trembling leg, her own strength utterly spent. She leaned forward, her lips brushing Akeno’s sweat-dampened ear. "Two... to two..." she breathed, the words thick with exhaustion and fierce, hard-won triumph. "He's... not yours..... yet."

Akeno pushed herself up shakily, her violet eyes blazing with renewed fire despite her trembling limbs. "One more..." she gasped, her voice raw but unwavering. She turned, facing Rias fully, her chest heaving. "One more... to break the tie... Buchou." She held out her hand, palm open, fingers trembling slightly. "For him."

Rias stared at the offered hand, then locked eyes with Akeno. Blue-green met violet, fury and exhaustion warring with a desperate, shared hunger. Slowly, deliberately, Rias stood. She didn't hesitate. She grasped Akeno’s hand firmly, her grip surprisingly strong despite her fatigue. Without a word, she pulled Akeno towards the heavy oak desk dominating the far corner of the clubroom. Their bare feet padded silently across the cool floorboards, leaving faint damp prints. The air crackled with tension, thick with the musk of their battle.

Together, they climbed onto the polished wooden surface. Akeno moved first, settling back against the scattered papers and forgotten teacups. She spread her long, shapely legs wide. Her violet eyes never left Rias’s as she reached out, wrapping her smooth thighs possessively around Rias’s slim waist, pulling her close until their hips met. Rias followed, straddling Akeno’s lap, her own legs settling outside Akeno’s thighs. Instinctively, their arms wrapped tightly around each other – Rias’s hands gripping Akeno’s shoulders, Akeno’s fingers digging into the small of Rias’s back. Their breasts pressed together firmly, slick with sweat, hardened nipples scraping with every shared breath. Their faces were inches apart, breaths mingling, eyes locked in a final, unspoken challenge.

Slowly, deliberately, Akeno began to rock her hips upwards. Rias matched the movement, grinding downwards. Their slick, swollen mounds met in a slow, deliberate slide. Wet heat enveloped wet heat. A shared gasp escaped them. The friction was immediate, exquisite agony, reigniting the embers deep within their cores. They began to move in unison, a slow, grinding rhythm building between them. Lift, sink, grind. Lift, sink, grind. Their bodies moved as one, sweat-slick skin sliding, muscles straining. The only sounds were their harsh, shared breaths and the wet, rhythmic slide of flesh against flesh. Pleasure coiled tight, unbearable, threatening to erupt instantly. Akeno’s breath hitched. "F-Fight it..." she gasped, her voice trembling, her violet eyes wide, pleading, desperate. "Just... a little... longer..." Rias gritted her teeth, her own control fraying at the edges, her hips moving in desperate counterpoint. Every grinding slide was torture, every shared gasp a promise of oblivion. They clung to each other, fighting the rising tide, bodies locked in a final, desperate contest of will.

Their eyes locked. Violet drowning in blue-green. The fierce rivalry melted away, replaced by something raw, primal, shared. The frantic movements slowed, became deeper, more deliberate. Each grinding thrust became a shared exploration, seeking the deepest point of contact, the most exquisite friction. Akeno’s thighs tightened around Rias’s waist, pulling her impossibly closer. Rias arched her back, pressing her clit harder against Akeno’s swollen flesh. A low, guttural moan tore from Akeno’s throat. "R-Rias..." she breathed, her voice thick with need. "Feel... *this*..."

Rias’s response was a choked gasp. "Akeno... I..." The words died as sensation overwhelmed speech. Their foreheads touched, sweat mingling. Their breaths mingled, hot and desperate. The shared rhythm became hypnotic, inevitable. The coil tightened beyond endurance. Tears pricked Akeno’s eyes. Rias’s fingers dug into Akeno’s shoulders, trembling violently. "Now..." Rias gasped, her voice breaking. "Together... for him..."

Their gazes fused. Violet and blue-green, wide with shared terror and ecstasy. The dam broke. Simultaneously, their bodies arched violently off the desk. Twin, guttural screams ripped through the clubroom, raw and unfiltered. Akeno’s hips bucked upwards with desperate force. Rias slammed down, grinding fiercely. Clear, viscous fluid erupted from both of them in scalding pulses, mingling instantly. It flooded between their grinding hips, soaking their pubic mounds, slicking their inner thighs, dripping onto the polished wood below. The sensation was blinding – the violent clenching deep within Akeno, the searing heat flooding against Rias’s clit, the shared convulsions locking them together. They shuddered violently, locked in a trembling embrace, riding the shared, shattering wave. The scent of salt, sex, and ozone filled the air, thick and cloying. Silence descended, broken only by their ragged, gasping breaths and the drumming rain. Akeno’s head fell back onto the scattered papers, her violet eyes glazed, unfocused. Rias slumped forward, her crimson hair spilling over Akeno’s sweat-slicked shoulder, her own body utterly spent. Their shared release pooled warm and sticky between them, a testament to the brutal, beautiful tie.
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