Lion King DxD

The UnHoly

"Haa.... Haa..."

"Hee.... Hee..."

The soft sounds of panting could be heard from the other side of the door. The small room was barely lit up. That too, courtesy of the moonlight barely peeking through the curtains.

On the bed 2 figures are seen laying on each other. One with Blonde hair reaching to her hips and another one with short messy Brown hair. Flesh to flesh, body to body, rubbing off against each other. Their skin was glistening thanks to sweat.

"Is-sei...." She said between her pants, trying to catch some breath.

"A-Artoria.... senpai..." He choked on his own saliva.

Surprised, are we?

Then, just as he was about to move to continue, Artoria suddenly rose and pushed his chest. Surprised, he was knocked down on the bed, while she rose to tackle his hips. He was confused for all of a second until he realized she'd gripped his rock-hard erection.

"So this is a boy's thing," she said, eyeing his member with curiosity. She had her palm along the thick, turgid surface towards the base, whereupon she encircled it. Her hand felt soft and warm against his thing that it twitched several times, as if pleased. She stared, then looked up at him quizzically.

"Y-Yeah."

Her face broke into a smile, "It's so cute."

"W-well, cute is not how I'd describe it..." he stammered. His brain, which was supposed to be quick to respond to something as provocative as what Artoria had said, could no longer muster the proper response.

It had been frozen, all the gears spinning to a halt, as one of the most beautiful women in the world held his pulsing member by the base in that moment.

She giggled.

"Want to know a secret?" She said softly.

He watched, mesmerized, as Artoria's lips formed sounds that took him a while to comprehend, "I... practiced... a bit..."

He swallowed. He did not understand at all. Practice? Practice what?

In answer, Artoria moved forward, placing her hands on his spread thighs, with lips slightly parted. She leaned in closer, her breath now tickling against his crotch. She looked up at him with an impish look that was quite at odds with the woman he knew, and yet it was still somewhat hot.

"Artoria..."

She shook with excitement. God, she loved when he called her by her name.

She licked her lips in that seductive way that made him realize what she intended. She brought her mouth close to him. Her golden hair covered his legs like a blanket, then the rest fell on either side of her face as he felt her lips against his tip. Then she licked, once-a brief point of contact that nonetheless sent a shockwave of pleasure through his body. She brushed her hair back over her ear to get a clearer look, then placed her tongue flat on his glans. She stared up at him deliberately, before she began swirling her tongue over his cock. She twirled around him over and over like she was finishing off an ice cream cone. Then, she tilted her head, and planted her lips against the side of his shaft. She began making butterfly kisses up and down his length, constantly sending minute electric shocks straight from his member right into his brain.

When she pulled back, Issei was able to exhale. He breathed loudly, "A-Artoria..."

He'd received head many times in his dirtiest imaginations. In his multiple wet dreams before, but how many of them became real? How many were from Artoria? How many of them was from one of the few he adored, one he'd fantasized of fellating him as Artoria was doing now. Willingly defiling her highborn mouth with the dirty cock of a pervert. He didn't think anyone would want to take him into their mouths without putting a flavored condom on, and now here was Artoria, tasting him raw. It was a sinful sight, and one he would never forget.