Taming of the Ice Maiden [DXD]

Summary: After the Devil Civil War, the story of Sirzechs and Grayfia spread to become one of the most beloved love stories. The truth, however, was far less romantic. True story of how a proud devil became an obedient maid of the new Lucifer.

Credit: Ibulit

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Grayfia's comrades vanished in a flash of ebony and crimson, not even dust remaining from what were once fellow pure-blood devils. They thought that sticking together and combining their magical potentials together, they would have been able to withstand the power of that traitor.

Instead it only made their eradication easier for the leader of the rebels.

And yet...Grayfia still drew her breath.

A scowl marred the devil maiden's beauty, just like it often did these past months. Ever since that man took interest in her.

"Lady Lucifuge!" Sirzechs Gremory, the heir of the 72 Pillars and one of the most influential leaders of the rebellion, said with a jaunty wave of his hand.

That same hand was still wreathed with the Power of Destruction that he had inherited from his Bael mother.

Grayfia gritted her teeth and responded with a tsunami of ice that turned a fertile valley into a tundra of permafrost.

Alas, the source of her annoyance would have been dealt with a long time ago if he weren't capable. A simple exertion of his prodigious might erased miles of conjured ice. The red haired man remained unflappable as ever, his smug grin growing only more insufferable.

"My love, must you greet me so harshly?" Sirzechs let out a laugh. "One could think you weren't glad to see me!"

He shrugged his shoulders as if in disbelief of even the idea that his feelings were not being reciprocated. And that was the crux of Grayfia's problem - despite months and many, many attempts to dissuade her unwanted suitor, Sirzechs remained damnably alive and lusting after her.

Of course, Grayfia couldn't blame the traitor for the good taste. Being a devil, Lucifuge heiress knew little of the virtue of modesty - Grayfia rightfully considered herself to be the most beautiful among the Devil race. Could the Gremory traitor truly be blamed for having his passions stirred by the visage of one such as her?

Yes. Yes, he could be.

Grayfia sent wave after wave of her hungry ice, stalling her pursuer while she prepared her teleportation circle. She had to be quick if she wanted to escape.

Finally, Grayfia felt the spell forming beneath her, but before the devil maiden was whisked away to safety a wave of sheer malice shattered the spell and sent Grayfia crashing into a pile of ice and snow.

Dread and something exciting crept into Grayfia's heart as she felt Sirzechs' presence change. The Gremory Heir had always been one of the more impressive members of devilkind, but his usual presence felt like a shallow hole, compared to a dark and hungry pit that was swiftly approaching Grayfia's position.

Even without seeing him, Grayfia could imagine vividly the sheer power radiating in roiling waves off of the red haired traitor.

Excitement lanced through her spine until it reached that sweet spot between her legs. For all the disdain Grayfia held for the traitor, she was first and foremost a devil and nothing excited her more than power.

Power that Sirzechs had in spades.

Groaning, Grayfia rolled on her back to better see the approaching figure. The explosion of energy kicked up clouds of dust and left the silver-haired devil maiden with clothes torn and dirty. She was a bit light-headed, but that didn't stop her from gasping in awe as she beheld her pursuer's True Form.

It….

It was nothing Grayfia could have ever imagined.

She'd believed Rizevim Lucifer, the son of Morningstar, to be the pinnacle of what was possible for a devil to achieve. The one time she felt her Lord and master exert his will upon a battlefield was deeply engraved into Grayfia's heart and soul.

But now Grayfia knew the truth. Rizevim was nothing compared to this monster before her.

This figure of normal proportions was seemingly made of pure Power of Destruction. Attracted by its inescapable gravity, dust and debris was dragged and devoured by the Super Devil's crimson aura.

Earth quaked with Sirzechs' every step, doubtlessly destroying towns and countryside surrounding the spot of their confrontation. There was nothing Grayfia could do against such might, such unparalleled malice.

Grayfia had never been more aroused.

It was something of a secret shame of hers. For all of her considerable power, for all the esteem she had accrued over the course of Civil War, Grayfia had a submissive streak a mile long. She wanted nothing more but to find a powerful man to fully break her, to know her as subservient little painsluts like her ought to be known by powerful dominant men.

Unfortunately, Grayfia was a victim of her own strength and pedigree. There had been no one who could have seen her for what she was and bent her to their will. Rizevim Lucifer - for all that he was her master, showed little interest in sampling her body.

For a long time, Grayfia Lucifuge despaired and gave up on finding a powerful owner to submit to.

It seemed she had finally found a man powerful enough to force Grayfia to submit.

Grayfia stood up on shaky legs, her combat uniform torn to the point of being indecent. She paid it no mind, instead sending a spike of magical permafrost straight into where she guessed the thing had its heart.

It vanished before it reached Sirzechs' destructive aura.

Grayfia blinked and in this fraction of an instant, this Monster of Destruction crossed what little distance remained between them, and slammed his fist into Grayfia's guts.

Breath fled Grayfia's lungs as she slammed into the ruins behind her, all clothes obliterated.

The beast gave the silver-haired woman no respite. In a second he was once again upon her. Grayfia moaned in pain, her magically boosted healing already fixing her body.

Nevertheless she couldn't stop Sirzechs even if she wanted to.

The crimson beast gripped Grayfia's ankles and spread her legs wide. The silver-haired she-devil whimpered in helpless arousal as Sirzechs' cock slapped against her navel.

Grayfia gulped. She might have bitten off more than she could chew.

"As if I have any choice in this!" Grayfia thought as lust kept rising through her, sweeping away any semblance of rational thought.

Whatever was going to survive this, whatever parts of her were not going to be obliterated by the mind-rotting pleasure, were going to belong to this incredible devil before her.

Grayfia's heart skipped a beat when Sirzechs impaled her on his throbbing demon cock. Dimly, the silver-haired former maiden became aware of her own screaming as an unbelievable amount of demon cock meat filled her hungry twat.

Grayfia babbled incoherently, spasming around Sirzechs cock, feeling more pleasure in a second than her fingers and sex toys had ever given her.

Then Sirzechs started to move.

Grayfia moaned like an utter slattern, her back arched, her toes curling, unable to contain herself. Happy to finally be put in her place. Ridges and bulbs of Sirzechs' demon cock scraped against the walls of her cunt.

The mind-rotting pleasure radiating out of her pussy contrasted brilliantly with rough ground scraping against her back. She was a devil, she could take it without leaving a bloody trail behind.

Sirzechs increased his pace, slamming his hips into Grayfia's bubble butt with enough strength to shake the earth. Her tits jiggled, fat and inviting. Her new owner didn't leave them waiting. He let go of her ankles which immediately entwined behind his back, and attacked her massive tits with his mouth.

Sirzechs mauled them, biting and suckling, reveling in the power he had over this slut. Grayfia's cunt muscles spasmed as she was brought to yet another orgasm and she felt something leak from her breasts.

A radiant blush bloomed when Grayfia realised what was going on.

A moment later so did Sirzechs. A chuckle reverberated against the walls of the ruined building as he watched milk squirt from Grayfia's tits.

"You know what they say about a devil female lactating without pregnancy?" Sirzechs asked.

When Grayfia, out of breath and covered with a sheen of sweat, didn't reply, Sirzechs pinched the red flesh of Grayfia's ass.

The silver-haired slut squealed and came again.

"That...that means she is fertile." Grayfia looked bashfully into Sirzechs' face. "That means she is likely to get pregnant soon."

Grayfia was rewarded with her master flipping her on her front. If he was going to breed his new toy, he was going to do it right. Now on her hands and knees, Grayfia whined needily, and shook her shapely ass in Sirzechs direction.

He didn't make her wait long.

In one rough thrust he speared, instantly forcing his way into her womb. Grayfia could do nothing but moan and push her hips back, basking in her master's rough lovin'.

One thought reverberated through Grayfia's skull, over and over and over in an endless loop, as she was being bred by her new master.

"Mommy! I am going to be a mother!" Grayfia moaned in delight, feeling Sirzechs' cock flooded her womb with his demonic seed.

"So," Sirzechs grabbed Grayfia by her sweat-soaked silver hair. "Ever thought of becoming a maid?