Izashi woke up the next morning, the sunlight slipping through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. His body felt warm, with the delicate sensation of skin against skin. Grayfia was wrapped around him, her naked body pressed tightly against his own. He looked down, seeing her face resting peacefully against his chest, her silver hair spilling over them like a glimmering waterfall. The night they shared still echoed in his mind, but now, the reality of the new day settled in.
Grayfia stirred, her fingers gently tracing along Izashi's muscular frame. Her eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, the two locked gazes in comfortable silence. There was a certain tenderness in the way they lay, the closeness making words feel unnecessary. But it was Grayfia who finally broke the quiet with a soft, almost reluctant sigh.
"We should get cleaned up…" she murmured, her voice still hushed from sleep.
Izashi nodded, brushing a strand of hair away from her face before sitting up. He took in the sight of her, stark naked in the morning light, her mature and voluptuous body on full display. Even after a night of passion, Grayfia looked divine—her smooth, porcelain skin practically glowing.
"Come," he said softly, standing from the bed and offering her his hand.
Grayfia took it, and together, they moved toward the bath. It wasn't long before they were submerged in warm water, steam rising from the surface. Izashi leaned back against the tub, feeling the heat seep into his muscles, while Grayfia sat beside him, her body glistening from the moisture. She reached for a sponge and, with a small, teasing smile, began to rub it along his chest.
"You worked me hard last night, Master," she teased, her voice sultry as her hands glided over his broad, toned chest.
Her large breasts were mere inches from him, droplets of water trailing down her curves as she leaned in closer, her breath soft against his neck. Izashi watched her intently, his own hands trailing up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight as she pressed herself against him. Grayfia let out a soft moan, her nipples hardening as he ran his thumbs over them, the sensation only heightened by the heat of the water.
"You know how much I love having you take care of me," Izashi replied, his tone filled with a mix of satisfaction and desire. His hands continued to explore her body, tracing every inch of her wet, supple skin.
Grayfia's movements were slow and deliberate as she washed him, her hands gliding over every ridge of his abs, his strong arms, and his muscular thighs. She made sure to take her time, enjoying every moment of it. Her large breasts occasionally brushed against his chest as she leaned forward, the intimate contact making Izashi's arousal stir once again.
Her voice dropped to a whisper as she lowered herself slightly in the water, her lips brushing against his ear. "I don't want to go back to the Gremory Household, Master. I want to stay here… with you."
Izashi's hand stilled for a moment on her breast as he considered her words. He had always known that Grayfia's life with Sirzechs was complicated, but hearing the melancholy in her voice made him pause.
"What's the problem? Why do you have to go back to the Gremory Household?" he asked, his voice serious, but laced with curiosity.
Grayfia let out a small huff of annoyance, her lips curving into a wry smile. "Because that idiot Lucifer wants me to serve the Gremory Family while he's off doing whatever it is he does. He sent me here to be a maid, to take care of his family. What kind of husband does that?"
Izashi raised an eyebrow, genuinely surprised at her bluntness. This was a side of Grayfia he rarely saw—a side that was more human, more vulnerable. He liked it. It made their connection feel even deeper, more real.
"So, he just throws you at the Gremory Household while he's off on his adventures?" Izashi asked with a smirk, brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face. "I never thought Sirzechs would be so careless with someone like you."
Grayfia's expression darkened slightly. "He's always been like this. His duties as Lucifer take priority, and I… I'm just another tool to be used when needed. Sometimes I wonder if he even notices me anymore."
Izashi's eyes narrowed as a thought crossed his mind. "What if… I became the head of the Gremory House?" He said it casually, as if the idea had just popped into his head, but there was a glint in his eye that showed he was serious. "If I were the head, nobody could stop you from staying with me."
Grayfia blinked in surprise, her eyes widening as she considered his words. The very idea was enough to send a spark of excitement through her, though she kept her calm façade.
"You want to challenge Zeoticus for control of the family?" she asked, her voice low. "You're strong enough to do it, but you know what that means… You'll be stepping into a world of dirty politics, deception, and responsibility."
Izashi shrugged, unbothered. "I know. But I'm not letting you go back just because of some ridiculous arrangement. If I have to take what's mine, then so be it."
There was a fierceness in his tone that made Grayfia's heart skip a beat. She had always known Izashi was ambitious, but this… This was something different. This was him staking a claim, not just over her, but over his future.
Grayfia smiled softly, leaning in to kiss him gently on the lips. "Then I will carry out your message, Master. I'll tell Zeoticus to prepare himself. You will have the Gremory House."
After their bath, the two dressed in their respective clothes—Grayfia in her signature maid outfit, though she now wore it with a sense of pride, knowing that soon, things would change. Izashi, in contrast, dressed in a sleek black outfit that highlighted his red hair and fair skin, making him look impossibly handsome.
"I'll be back soon, Master," Grayfia said with a wink, her excitement barely contained as she used a teleportation symbol to vanish from the room.
Izashi, now left alone, stretched his arms before deciding to visit Kuroka's room. The mischievous catgirl was still sound asleep when he arrived, her body draped lazily across the bed, her black yukata loosely covering her voluptuous form. Smiling, Izashi leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.
Kuroka stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she instinctively kissed him back. Her arms snaked around his neck as she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss. When she finally pulled back, her golden eyes sparkled with lust.
"Nyaa~ My cute Izashi woke me up with a kiss…" she purred, her voice dripping with seduction.
Izashi smirked as he allowed his hands to slip inside her yukata, feeling the softness of her breasts as he teased her nipples. "Seems like my neko-chan is already wide awake," he teased, his fingers skillfully playing with her body.
Kuroka let out a soft moan, her back arching as she felt his touch. Her desire was building, and she could feel the heat rising within her. "I can't hold back any longer, nyaa~" she whispered, her voice sultry as she pushed him down onto the bed.
With a grin, she straddled him, her yukata slipping off her shoulders as she revealed her naked body to him. Izashi's eyes roamed her curves, admiring the way her toned yet soft body glowed in the soft light of the room.
He placed his hands on her hips, guiding her as she positioned herself over him. "Just four rounds today," he joked, though there was a mischievous glint in his eye.
Kuroka chuckled, her grin predatory. "You won't be saying that when we start, nya~"
She slid down onto him, letting out a loud moan as she felt him fill her completely. Her pace started slow, teasing, as she moved her hips in small circles, letting Izashi feel every inch of her tightness. But soon, the teasing ended, and her movements became faster, more desperate.
Izashi groaned as Kuroka's pussy tightened around him, her wet heat driving him crazy. He gripped her hips firmly, guiding her as she rode him with increasing speed.
They lost track of time as they became lost in the rhythm of their bodies moving together. Kuroka's moans filled the room as she bounced on top of him, her breasts bouncing with every thrust. Izashi couldn't help but watch her, entranced by the way her body moved with such erotic grace.
"Kuroka… you're incredible…" Izashi growled, feeling the pressure building within him.
Kuroka leaned down, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered breathlessly, "I told you… I can't hold back with you, nyaa~"
Their passion continued to grow, each round more intense than the last, until they finally collapsed into each other, completely spent but thoroughly satisfied.
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