Capítulo 33: Venelana's Date - Part 2 (Explicit)
Eating in a suit this expensive is liable to make you paranoid permanently. The last thing you want to do is splash sauce onto the white shirt underneath, or the incredibly high-quality fabric they used for your jacket. Venelana devours her meal with an efficient confidence that leaves you yearning to learn some of her etiquette skills for yourself. You navigate this dilemma and finish second.
Venelana muses on the taste, "That was… adequate. I cannot say I expected more from an individual who has not worked as my personal chef for a hundred years."
"I thought it was great. But I should pay attention to what these places serve and figure out which is the best for future reference."
"Hm, not one for taking fair ladies for an evening of fine dining?"
You laugh nervously; "Not really."
Venelana stands from her chair and walks over to your side of the table, gripping your arm and pulling you to the back of the booth. In the corner is a small couch that runs along the wall, intended for diners to sit down and drink at to keep the party going even after the food is served. You sit down beside her, only for Venelana to shuffle even closer and press her large, perfect breasts into your arm.
Is this really happening?
"You're very cute when you're flustered," she laughs. "Don't be afraid to put your hands on me, I am your woman after all." You do as she commands and slip your left arm around her waist, leaving it to rest on her opposite thigh. It's plain to see that Venelana is enjoying the close contact. She must have been out of the game for a long time.
"Do you like being wanted?" you ask.
"What woman doesn't? I always thought it was silly that most devils reject women like me because of my 'age' or how many children I'd had. You certainly don't have any objections, do you?"
"I'd be privileged to welcome you to this family of ours. I have to say, you're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen."
"Be careful – words like that may bequest a visit to the nearest hotel so we can get to know each other a little better." The way she intones the statement is scalding hot, laced with seductive intent and a gentle purr from her throat. Her hand slips down onto your thigh and inches ever closer to where your buddy is hiding.
This is a woman who was married for hundreds of years? "You haven't missed a step."
"I have a very good memory. I seem to recall my darling daughter declaring that you, me and her were going to enjoy what she coined 'oyakodon' at some point in the near future."
You keep your lips zipped shut, trying desperately not to laugh. Why the hell would Rias say that to her own mother? Devils really are on a different level to mortals. As much as you'd love to be in that situation – knowing that Rias said it is funnier than it is arousing.
"Having a man in the house again will be a great boon. Satan knows, we need that after so much instability over the past decade."
You decide to try and steer the conversation to something more focused on Venelana rather than the family she heads, "What do you like to do when you're not busy running things?"
Venelana sighs, "I'm never not busy these days. Though perhaps it's because I don't have a strapping husband to distract me from worrying over the needless little details."
"Am I strapping enough to distract you?"
"Hm. You're on your way."
You reach out for your second drink of the night and start to feel a confident buzz as the alcohol gets to you. Everything's fine. She just complimented you! Stay the course and the night will be a good one, you hope.
"As a high-level devil, I do have a peerage. If you'd like I can give you one of my remaining evil pieces. Being a devil isn't so bad, as long as you don't pray to… you know who. It would also make you much stronger. And when you come to dominate many women and sire children with them, you will also gain the right to your own peerage."
You already considered that when you met Rias for the first time. Though you had concluded at the time that you want to let things settle down before making such rash decisions. Becoming a devil would mean flight, magical powers, and effective immortality. Sure – all of that is cool, but it's a big change to undergo when you've lived as a squishy human for so long.
"Sorry, Venelana. I haven't decided on that just yet."
"I understand. I suppose you must continue to exist in this world regardless of whom you meet and beguile. Regardless, any children borne of our tryst will be proud members of the Gremory family."
"Already thinking of the future?"
"I like to be three steps ahead," she states, "In fact – I asked Mitsuru for one of those phones of yours the last time I was here. I also opened an account of my own at the local banking establishment…" You don't know where this is going. You can see her fingers dancing as she uses her free arm to tap away at the screen. She smiles and slips it back into her bag, "…I booked a hotel room, for us. Tonight."
Her statement hangs in the air with seductive intent. Your face is bright red now – this bombshell MILF seemingly inviting you to spend an evening in bed with her. Rias was right, her mother is very much into the same things that she is. She twists the knife, slipping the tips of her gloved fingers into your shirt and rubbing them against your chest. "I hope that won't be an issue."
This is your shot. You lucky son of a bitch.
You grab the invasive hand and smile, "I'll arrange the cab."
The moment you step out of the lobby and into the elevator, Venelana is all over you. She pushes you into the wall and locks her lips with your own, needy hands grabbing and feeling your back. You return the kiss, batting away her tongue with your own and planting your hands on the firm globes of her motherly behind.
The dress is practically bursting from her body. You push her back out as the doors open and hurry to the door to your room. Card in, wooden barrier opened. You sweep her up into your arms and kick it closed behind you. Venelana breaths heavily as you lay her down onto the huge bed. The suite is luxurious and well maintained, but the only thing on your mind right now is making love to an utterly gorgeous woman who's been neglected for far too long.
Venelana smirks and tugs down on the front of her shiny red dress, releasing her breasts into the world for you to see and enjoy. They jiggle slightly before settling into place. You've seen the gates of heaven, and they're on the chest of a very lovely devil.
Venelana's bodacious tits are one of the most striking things about her. There's an air of familiarity to them. Rias certainly got all of her mother's charm points in being her daughter. This is what Rias might look like in a few years if you end up having a child together. Big, round, without a hint of sag to them whatsoever thanks to her demonic youth. The only hint that she's even had children are the larger than normal areola and nipples that adorn the apex of each. Those devils from her home world are insane for turning her down when she looks like this.
"Show me that you are a lover worthy of my daughter."
Shit, where do you even start? Venelana decides for you, snapping her fingers and summoning a magical circle above your head. As it descends down and passes through your body, your suit disappears into thin air. Seconds later you are naked from head to toe. Venelana eyes you like a piece of meat.
"Uh, I hope you didn't destroy that."
She laughs, "No, no. I teleported it into the closet. Come here."
You slip onto the bed and feel her hop on over to your lap. Taking the hint, you reach around and grab each of her breasts in your hands. They're so soft! You can't help but squeeze and fondle them, playing with her nipples using your fingers. She moans softly and hikes up the skirt on her dress, slipping your erect shaft between her stocking covered thighs.
"An impressive weapon. I hope you know how to handle it."
Deep breaths, you've got this. You hope.
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