Viser | High School Dxd

The twilight painted the ancient library in hues of amethyst and rose, dust motes dancing in the last rays of sunlight filtering through the stained-glass windows. Viser, her normally regal demeanor softened by the encroaching solitude, traced the spine of a leather-bound tome. The scent of aged paper and something faintly floral – perhaps from the wilting bouquet on a nearby desk – filled the air. She was supposed to be studying, cataloging forgotten lore for the Occult Research Club, but her thoughts, as they often did lately, drifted to a particular, infuriatingly charming human. Rias's peer, the devil who defied all expectations, the one whose presence seemed to ignite a wildfire in her otherwise stoic dragon heart.

A gentle sigh escaped her lips, a soft rustle in the otherwise silent room. She imagined his grin, the way his eyes would crinkle at the corners when he was amused, the sheer audacity of his casual confidence. It was a dangerous fascination, a forbidden pull that simmered beneath her cool, reptilian exterior. She, a proud descendant of the Great Red Dragon, was finding herself utterly captivated by a mere mortal with an uncanny ability to wield devil powers and an even more uncanny ability to steal her breath with a single glance. The weight of her millennia of existence, of her responsibilities, felt strangely light when she thought of him, replaced by a burgeoning, unfamiliar warmth.

Suddenly, a soft click echoed from the heavy oak door. Viser’s head snapped up, her draconic senses instantly alert. It wasn't an intruder, not in the traditional sense, but a familiar energy signature, one that made her heart skip a beat with a mixture of trepidation and undeniable excitement. The door creaked open further, revealing him. Issei Hyoudou. He stood framed in the doorway, a slightly sheepish grin on his face, his dark hair a little messy, and his gaze, as always, direct and full of an unshakeable sincerity.

“Viser-senpai?” he called out, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards. “Still buried in books, huh? I thought I might find you here.” He stepped inside, closing the door softly behind him, plunging the room into a deeper, more intimate twilight. The air between them thrummed, thick with unspoken desires and the electric charge of proximity. Viser felt her scales prickle, a flush creeping up her neck. She smoothed her uniform, her composure a fragile shield against the rising tide of her emotions.

“Hyoudou,” she acknowledged, her voice a little tighter than she intended. “What brings you to the depths of my studies?” She tried to inject a note of sternness, but it fell flat, drowned out by the undeniable thrum of her own pulse. His presence always disrupted her equilibrium, turning her ordered world into a delicious chaos.

He chuckled, a warm sound that disarmed her instantly. “Just wanted to see if you were okay. And… maybe see if you were free.” He took a step closer, his eyes scanning her face, lingering on her lips for a moment before meeting her gaze again. “Rias and the others are out. I figured… we could hang out. Just us.” The unspoken invitation hung in the air, heavy with possibility. Viser’s breath hitched. The thought of being alone with him, in this hushed sanctuary of knowledge, was both terrifying and exhilarating.

She rose from her seat, her movements fluid and deliberate, her long, elegant legs carrying her towards him. The low neckline of her uniform offered a tantalizing glimpse of her ample cleavage, a feature he had, on more than one occasion, found himself unable to tear his eyes away from. Viser was acutely aware of his gaze, of the silent appreciation that radiated from him, and a forbidden thrill coursed through her. She stopped just a few feet away, her draconic eyes, usually filled with ancient wisdom, now held a hint of vulnerability, a flicker of something akin to longing.

“Hang out?” she echoed, her voice a whisper. “What sort of ‘hanging out’ did you have in mind, Hyoudou?” Her gaze dropped to his lips, a silent question. He met her challenge, his own eyes darkening with a desire that mirrored her own. He reached out, his hand tentatively brushing a stray strand of her crimson hair from her cheek. The touch sent a jolt through her, igniting a warmth that spread from her skin to the very core of her being.

“Whatever you want, Viser-senpai,” he murmured, his thumb tracing the delicate curve of her cheekbone. “Whatever you want.” The confession was simple, honest, and it shattered the last vestiges of her reserve. She leaned into his touch, her eyes closing for a brief moment, savoring the sensation. When she opened them again, the air was charged, the unspoken desires finally finding their voice.

Viser’s hand rose to cup his jaw, her cool touch a stark contrast to the heat radiating from his skin. “Then, Hyoudou,” she whispered, her voice husky with emotion, “perhaps we should start with… conversation, away from prying eyes.” She met his gaze, a playful challenge dancing in her eyes. He responded with a slow, predatory grin that sent shivers down her spine. He knew exactly what she meant. The library, for all its quiet dignity, was about to become the stage for a much more primal form of study.

He gently guided her away from the study table, his hand resting on the small of her back, sending waves of heat through her. They moved deeper into the library, past towering shelves filled with secrets, to a secluded alcove bathed in the ethereal glow of a single, ornate lantern. The scent of ancient paper was now mingled with the intoxicating aroma of her perfume, a delicate floral scent that he found incredibly arousing. He pulled her closer, their bodies pressing together, the fabric of their clothes a mere barrier to the desperate need that simmered between them.

“Viser-senpai,” he breathed, his voice rough with desire, his eyes devouring her. “You’re so… beautiful.” He couldn’t help it. The sheer elegance of her, the way her crimson hair cascaded down her back, the proud tilt of her chin, and the undeniable allure of her generous breasts straining against her uniform – it was all intoxicating. He fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, his fingers clumsy with anticipation. Viser’s breath hitched as the fabric parted, revealing the creamy expanse of her skin, and the breathtaking swell of her ample, perfectly formed breasts. They were magnificent, perfectly rounded, with delicate rosy nipples that already seemed to be hardening in anticipation.

“Issei…” she moaned, her voice a shaky tremor. She felt his gaze, hot and hungry, and a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure washed over her. Her dragon heart pounded against her ribs like a trapped bird. She wanted him, she realized with a startling clarity, more than she had ever wanted anything. The millennia of discipline, of cold logic, were dissolving in the heat of his desire.

He lowered his head, his lips finding the soft skin of her neck, pressing kisses there, teasing and tasting. Viser arched into him, a soft gasp escaping her lips. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine. She felt his breath, warm and intoxicating, and then his mouth was on her, a soft, inquisitive kiss that deepened with each passing second. Her hands, almost of their own accord, rose to tangle in his dark, soft hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss. It was a kiss born of longing, of unspoken desires, of a connection that transcended their different natures. Her tongue met his, a dance of exploration, of passion unleashed. The library, the books, the world outside – it all faded away, leaving only the two of them, lost in a vortex of escalating arousal.

His hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her waist, then venturing under the hem of her skirt. Viser’s breath hitched as his fingers brushed against the bare skin of her thigh, then dipped lower, finding the delicate lace of her panties. He hesitated for a moment, his gaze questioning, and Viser, with a boldness that surprised even herself, tilted her hips, encouraging him. The thought of him touching her intimately, of him discovering her deepest desires, was a potent aphrodisiac.

His fingers slipped beneath the lace, finding her slick, wet core. Viser moaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed in the quiet library. His touch was gentle yet firm, exploring her with a reverence that sent waves of pleasure through her. He kissed her deeply again, his tongue darting into her mouth as his fingers began to work their magic, finding her clit, teasing and stroking with expert precision. Viser’s legs felt weak, her body trembling with the intensity of the sensations. Her nails dug into his shoulders, a silent plea for more, for everything.

He pulled back slightly, his eyes blazing with desire. “You’re so wet, Viser-senpai,” he whispered, his voice thick. “So ready for me.” He then lowered his head, his lips finding the sensitive peak of her nipple, his tongue lapping and teasing. Viser cried out, her back arching, her breasts heaving. He suckled on her, drawing her nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling around it, eliciting gasps and moans from her. Her big tits felt impossibly heavy, exquisitely sensitive, and the attention he was lavishing on them was almost unbearable.

She guided his head lower, her hands fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. She needed to touch him, to feel him against her. As she exposed his chest, she couldn't resist running her fingers over his firm pectorals, her touch tentative at first, then bolder. He let out a low groan, his eyes closing briefly, savoring her touch. Then, with a surge of desire, she began to unbutton his pants, her fingers brushing against the growing hardness beneath. The sight of his erect cock, thick and throbbing, sent another wave of heat through her. She had never seen anything so magnificent, so full of promise.

He helped her shed the rest of her uniform, leaving her in nothing but her delicate lace lingerie. Viser stood before him, her crimson hair fanned out around her like a halo, her ample breasts proudly displayed, her flushed skin glowing in the lantern light. Issei’s eyes widened, a look of pure awe on his face. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly, to caress her breast, his thumb gently stroking the rosy tip. Viser shivered, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sheer size and fullness of her breasts, the way they responded to his touch, was a testament to her draconic heritage, a beauty that even a mortal could appreciate with overwhelming desire.

“You’re… perfect, Viser-senpai,” he breathed, his voice filled with adoration. He lowered his head again, this time to kiss her breasts, his lips tasting her, his tongue teasing her nipples. Viser moaned, her hands clenching at her sides, her body trembling with a pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. She guided him to her lips again, her own hands now bolder, caressing his chest, his stomach, then moving lower, finding his belt buckle. With trembling fingers, she unfastened it, her gaze fixed on the promise of his erection straining against his boxers.

He stepped closer, his body pressing against hers. She could feel the heat radiating from him, the raw power of his arousal. He guided her to a plush, velvet-covered chaise lounge nestled in the alcove, its deep burgundy color echoing the passion of the moment. They sank onto it, the soft fabric yielding beneath them. Viser, with a newfound boldness, pushed him back, straddling him. Her crimson hair spilled around them like a silken waterfall. She met his gaze, her own eyes blazing with a desire that matched his.

“This is… new for me, Hyoudou,” she admitted, her voice a husky whisper. “But I want to explore it… with you.” She lowered herself onto him, her wetness greeting his hard length. Issei gasped, his hands gripping her hips. Viser closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of being filled by him, of the connection that was forming between them. She began to move, slowly at first, then with more urgency. Her hips rocked back and forth, finding a rhythm that was both primal and incredibly satisfying. The sounds of their pleasure filled the quiet alcove – Viser’s soft moans, Issei’s deep groans, the wet slaps of their bodies colliding.

“Oh, Issei…” she gasped, her breath coming in ragged pants. “You feel so good… so… full.” She pushed deeper, her movements becoming more frenzied. She could feel the tremors building within her, the overwhelming release on the horizon. She looked down at him, his face contorted with pleasure, his eyes locked on hers, and a fierce, possessive desire surged through her. She was a dragon, and she was claiming her prize.

As she neared her climax, she felt his own tension building. He grabbed her hips, pulling her down harder, his own movements becoming more frantic. “Viser-senpai… I’m going to…” he groaned, his body tensing. And then, with a shared cry of ecstasy, they both found their release. Viser felt a wave of overwhelming pleasure wash over her, her body convulsing around him. Issei let out a guttural roar, his hips thrusting one last time as he poured himself into her, a warm, creamy flood that left her breathless and utterly sated. It was a creampie, a testament to their shared passion, a tangible symbol of their undeniable connection.

They collapsed against each other, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts pounding in unison. Viser lay nestled against him, her head on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. The scent of their mingled desires filled the air, a sweet, potent perfume. She felt a profound sense of peace, of contentment, that she hadn’t experienced in centuries. This human, this extraordinary devil, had awakened something within her, a depth of emotion and pleasure that she had never imagined possible.

Issei gently stroked her hair, his touch tender and reassuring. “Are you… okay, Viser-senpai?” he murmured, his voice still a little rough with post-coital bliss. Viser smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that reached her eyes. “More than okay, Hyoudou,” she replied, her voice soft. “More than okay.” She lifted her head, her gaze meeting his. “Perhaps,” she said, a hint of mischief returning to her eyes, “you could show me… other ways to explore this… connection.”

Issei’s grin widened, a knowing spark in his eyes. He pulled her closer, his hand tracing the curve of her back, then dipping lower. “I thought you’d never ask, Viser-senpai,” he whispered, his voice promising a world of further exploration. The library, once a place of quiet study, had become a sanctuary of their shared passion, a testament to the intoxicating power of desire that could bloom even between a dragon and a devil, between the ancient and the new.

As the night deepened, their exploration continued, their bodies entwined in a dance of pleasure and discovery. He initiated a new kind of intimacy, his fingers finding her entrance, preparing her for a deeper connection. Viser, emboldened by their previous encounter, found herself eager for more, for the exquisite sensation of being taken in a way that was both challenging and intensely pleasurable. Issei, ever attentive, whispered reassurances, his movements slow and deliberate as he prepared her for anal sex. The thought of it, once foreign, now filled her with a thrilling anticipation. His fingers slipped into her, a gentle invasion that quickly became a deep, satisfying fullness. Viser moaned, her body arching as he continued to prepare her, his touch tender, his words of encouragement a balm to her nerves.

When he finally entered her, it was a profound sensation, a deep, stretching fullness that sent waves of intense pleasure through her. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as her body adjusted to the new depth. “Oh, Issei…” she whispered, her voice strained with emotion. He moved slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on hers, ensuring her comfort and pleasure. The rhythm was different, more intense, more primal. Viser found herself surrendering to it, to the raw power of his penetration, to the exquisite sensation of being filled so completely. Each thrust was a testament to their growing intimacy, a deepening of the bond that had formed between them.

Later, after the intense climax of their anal encounter had subsided, Viser found herself exploring new depths of her own desires. She felt a bold impulse, a primal urge to dominate, to reciprocate the pleasure he had so generously given her. She guided his hand to her feet, her long, elegant toes curling in anticipation. “Hyoudou,” she purred, her voice a silken invitation. “Perhaps… it is my turn to pleasure you.”

Issei’s eyes widened with surprise, then with a flush of excitement. He looked at her feet, her slender, delicate feet that were often hidden away, and a new kind of arousal bloomed within him. Viser, with a newfound confidence, began to tease his cock with her toes, her movements slow and sensuous. She ran her feet up his legs, her soft soles brushing against his skin, sending shivers of anticipation through him. He moaned softly, his body responding to the unexpected intimacy. Then, with a bold flick of her ankle, she guided his erection towards her. Viser, with a mixture of playful curiosity and fierce desire, began a footjob, her toes expertly wrapping around his shaft, her soles caressing him, her entire foot moving in a rhythmic, teasing motion. The sensation was foreign, yet incredibly arousing for both of them. Issei groaned, his hands clenching as he rode the waves of pleasure she was expertly creating. Viser, watching his reaction, felt a thrill of power, of exhilaration. This was a new dimension to their passion, a testament to their willingness to explore every facet of their desires.

The night continued, a tapestry woven with threads of exploration, passion, and mutual adoration. They found new ways to pleasure each other, their bodies and desires intertwining in an ever-evolving dance of intimacy. From the tender exploration of a handjob, to the fiery intensity of anal sex, to the surprising delights of a footjob, they discovered a connection that transcended their differences. Viser, the proud dragon, found herself utterly consumed by the passion of this human, this devil, who had shown her the true meaning of desire. As the first hint of dawn began to break through the stained-glass windows, casting a soft, ethereal light upon them, they lay tangled together, their bodies sated, their hearts full, a silent promise of future nights filled with passion and discovery hanging in the air. The library, once a place of quiet knowledge, now held the echoes of their love, a testament to a passion that burned as brightly as any dragon’s flame.