KotBO/DMZ Outpost, Former Blighted Zone in West Virginia

It had been several days since the battle that had restored this zone to its former state of being a high level player controllable area. In that time, Kthla had done marvelous work. Bordraab has an idea on how to bring a swift end to things but first, a little confirmation and some alliance building had to be done. He waits as a flight of Gryphons comes soaring in.

The Knights of the Blood Oath had agreed to have talks with their former rivals at this spot, given its signifigance as the point where the human and fantasy factions had worked together to win a major battle. Bordraab has a feeling, however, that getting what he desires NOW will be an entirely different situation. He is pleased to see Rias flying on the formost gryphon but does note how slow the beasts are going. A helicopter would have been faster! Still, within the hour, Rias sets down with her officers and representatives from the major guilds of the fantasy faction.

“Mr. Bordraab, a pleasure to see you when we don’t need to fight off the Enemy.” She says, coming over to him with her hand out.

Bordraab takes her hand and shakes it. “Oh yeah.” He says. “I always find it easier to discuss things diplomatically with people when demons aren’t trying to eat our faces.” He says, turning to the side. “Please, all of you, come inside.”

One Week Later

Bordraab sighs as he looks out over the construction going on at the base. Not only were fortifications and structures for the human faction going up, there were also fantasy faction structures going up. He knows, in the mountains nearby, resources needed by both factions are being harvested. Iron is more necessary for the fantasy faction than the human one, but there are large deposits of aluminum and lead in the mountains, as well as gemstones and a bunch of other resources both sides need.

“Those Thundercats are a damned nuisance.” Rias says, coming up next to him. “They are an elite force, but they hardly represent all of my faction. How can they hold things up so much?”

The Thundercats, a guild run by a surviving band of Beta players who had formed up the guild for feline only players, had formed a powerful corps of players who could hold their own in any battle. While not large in number, their exploits on the battlefield had gotten them a lot of sway with other fantasy faction guilds. “Well, my guild is also very small when compared to the rest of my faction.” Bordraab says, “But we have a very large amount of sway due to our skill.” He turns and faces her, once again struck by her beauty. “They’re pretty much the same. Do you think they’d talk to me? Maybe having another guild of Betas talk to them will get them to come around.”

The two of them had the greatidea of uniting the two factions under one grand alliance, the United States of America. After all, they are ALL Americans in here. The only people who could object to such a thing would be those who simply hated America, whether they lived there or not, or people who were refugees from the zones other nations started in. Rias’ Japanese players certainly didn’t object however. If anything, they were enthusiastic about it. The thought of uniting the players under the banner of a single alliance, regardless of the name, was too tempting a prospect to set aside. The fact that they could do it at all had been a surprise. Rias was looking at Bordraab’s profile idly during the meet and greet between their officers and had noticed a button labeled ‘Request to Join Alliance.’ A quick query of Gamemaster, the AI in charge of the neutral and friendly NPC’s of the game, had revealed the truth. The alliance function did not differentiate between guilds of one faction or another.

Ever since then, the two had been all over the idea of unifying all the guilds into one alliance with a unified command structure that could take the fight to the Blight. That had been the hangup. While many of the fantasy guilds would join, several of the more powerful ones would not. They don’t want to give up their sovereinty. Most of the human faction guilds would join. The United States of America is wildly famous in the human faction. Guilds from all over the continental US had already sent in applications to join up, something both Bordraab and President Madison are brimming with satisfaction over.

Rias sighs and nods. “I’ll don’t think so. I honestly don’t see how you could pull it off.” She says, noticing his gaze lingering on her. She does her best to control herself but blushes just a bit at the attention. He is attractive enough. He’s skilled in fighting but he and his men aren’t the arrogant jackasses she’s used to seeing skilled players being. Girl, FOCUS! She snaps at herself.

Bordraab gives her a smile. “I guess I’ll have to let them in on my grand plan for getting us out of here.” He says to her, winking. “I’ve also got a little bit of incentive to get them onboard. You remember when you mentioned you wish you could have dragons instead of gryphons?”

Rias nods. Bordraab had not made the best second impression on her. He had commented that her gryphons were slow and asked if she had anything faster. Annoyed, she had sharply replied that she was sorry they didn’t have any dragons, but those were kinda rare, thank you! Later that night, Kthla had approached Bordraab with an idea. There were many paths on the tech tree they had ignored since they didn’t have anything to do with war production. One of them was genetic engineering.

“My chief manufacturer has told me he can create creatures now. He got the idea after hearing you complain about dragons being rare. You get us the DNA of those dragons, we can make you more of them. I could offer to give a dragon to any beast tamer in the US Aliiance.” He grins at the look on Rias’ face, shock and relief all in one.

Rias quickly regains control of herself. “That would be great! What else can be done though?” She asks.

“Well, the genetic engineering track was pretty quickly researched up, given K’s level. He says he can make permanent buffs to people, increasing strength, speed, agility, so on so forth.” Bordraab says, leaning against the railing. Rias breaks into a smile. “If he could do that, I could get most of the faction onboard. What’s your plan for getting us out?” Rias asks.

Bordraab tells her his plan, watching her get more and more shocked as each stage of the plan is laid out to her. “And you’re sure it will work?” She asks at the end of his narration. Bordraab grins.

KotBO Leader’s Private Quarters, KotBO/DMZ Outpost in West Virginia

The next day, Rias meets up with the leaders of the major fantasy faction guilds in her private room and goes over Bordraab’s plan. Rias and the two other guild leaders, each representing the smaller guilds that follow their lead, sit in silence after Rias has finished her narration.

“It is an audacious plan.” Liono says after being silent for a few minutes. “I like it. It’s the cleanest shot we have of getting this whole thing done with quickly and with minimal losses.”

The final member of their meeting, a red dragoness named Amber who leads the Fire Dragons guild, looks at her. “And he can make us dragons if he gets genetic samples?” She asks.

Rias nods. “Yes, there are specific races that can be made by the human faction by default, the rest they need samples for.”

Amber nods. “I can get him the samples of every dragon color there is.” She says. “We have them in my guild after all.”

Rias smiles. “Then you are both onboard?” She asks, barely able to contain the relief she feels deep inside that the entire week’s worth of negotiations are over.

“We do have one very major concern. We wish to ensure that command does not rest entirely on Bordraab’s shoulders. We do not know him, know barely anything about him, and besides that, he is not of our faction.” Liono says, leaning forward a little bit.

“What do you recommend?” Asks Amber, though she already knows what he has in mind and can’t wait to see Rias’ reaction.

“We set this up as a monarchy. Bordraab, of course, is the king and gives commands to the human faction. The queen is…” He is interupted by a furiously blushing Rias. “You want me to MARRY Bordraab?!” She asks loudly, her eyes wide in surprise. Amber starts to laugh. Oh it had been worth the wait.

“It has been a major concern, one of the largest ones.” Liono says, keeping a straight face.

“Yes, something we’ve talked about ever since you asked for us to come.” Amber says after regaining her composure, causing Rias to gawk. They had been planning THIS bombshell the entire time?!

“If you can’t do this, Lady Rias, we will have to find another way.” Liono says.

“No, if it’s what’s needed to make sure we can get out of here quickly, I’ll do it.” Rias says.

“Excellent.” Amber says, clasping her hands together. “Tomorrow we can go over the finer details, like where our headquarters will be and all that.” She says. With that, Liono and Amber rise and leave the room. Rias stays in her seat and stares at the door, her mind racing. Talk about an arranged marriage... No, a POLITICAL marriage is the right term! This kind of thing hasn’t happened since the medieval era and yet, here it is happening again.

Outside Enzira, Fantasy Faction Territory

Miya sighs in pleasure as her purple hair trails out behind her in the wind. She wishes she could be by Rias’ side in the negotiations but she knows it’s not proper. Besides, there’s a hell of a consolation prize. She looks down at the ground below, on the lookout for anyone in trouble or any pockets of endarkened. The UH-60 Blackhawk she is in is certainly much faster than the gryphons she’s used to riding while doing this! Seems the DMZ people have the same habit as the Knights of the Blood Oath. They patrol their territory, watching out for the grinders to make sure they don’t get into trouble.

A flare shoots up nearby. “Pilot! Left side!” Miya calls out as Akeno comes up beside her in looking out the opened side of the helicopter. The helicopter pilot doesn’t respond, but the helicopter turns, heading towards the flare. A few seconds later, the helicopter is hovering overhead. Three men are fighting hard against twenty endarkened creatures, Coldwarg. The large wolves are standard mobs, but here, they are strong. These people overestimated their abilities and are in a lot of trouble now. What had been two of the creatures had summoned an entire pack of their comrades. The door gunner opens up, the minigun spitting out rounds in near steady stream. Five wolves die instantly and everyone in the helicopter gains some xp from it. “Hover us overhead!” Miya yells.

Akeno touches Miya’s back, casting a spell on her to reduce fall damage by 75%. Once overhead, Miya jumps out, sword up, and as she comes down in front of the lead fighter, her sword comes down, cleaving the coldwarg facing the elf in two. Akeno comes down behind her as the brrrrt of the minigun sounds again, joined by the rapid pops of the assault rifles from the two riflemen in the helicopter firing on the targets on the ground.

DMZ Leader’s Private Quarters, KotBO/DMZ Outpost, West Virginia

“They want WHAT?!” Bordraab exclaims in shock. Of all the possible responses, this one had never come to mind. Marriage?! But…you’re supposed to do that if you love someone! “How do they think that’s fair?” He asks Rias, who is sitting in her chair, blushing furiously, and doing a very good job of staring at his ankles.

“They…uhm…they claim that it’d make sure that there’s equal distribution of power.” Rias says. She still can’t believe it. She had just barely begun to wrap her head around what they wanted when the knowledge of what married couples actually DO had popped into the front of her thoughts.

“That’s bullshit. They honestly think that I would want all the power for myself? We need a unified command structure. That’s it. Hell, I’m not even the top of that here in the game! I get ‘advice’ from General Lee in IRL’s DC. Hell, I even ran this idea of mine past him before I even considered doing it. It took two days before he would give his approval to it.” Bordraab plops back in his chair.

“I agreed to it.” Rias says, in a small voice. Bordraab blinks and looks at her. “What was that?” He asks.

“I said I agreed to it. If it means they all unite with us, I’d be willing to do much worse.” She says, trying to sound more courageous than she was actually feeling. In actuality, she’s struggling not to shake visibly.

Bordraab groans at this. “Seems I’m outvoted then, doesn’t it? I know my men won’t object at all.” He can think of one furred, wagging tailed, suit wearing pain in his ass who would leap at the opportunity to see his friend married off to a hot, smart girl who is in an anime-based avatar.

“You don’t have to…” Rias says, trailing off a bit and looking away. Why does she hope he WON’T say no? Geeze, she hadn’t felt this way since she was a freshman!

Bordraab shakes his head. “No, it’s ok. You’re right. It’s worth it to get them all together under one unified command structure.” He says. “I guess I’m in.”

Outside Enzira, Fantasy Faction Territory

Miya is standing on the ground, helicopter landed nearby, talking with the three elfs whose lives she and the others just saved. “Once again, thank you! We’ll head on back now to more friendly territory.” The lead elf says. Soon the are turned around and Akeno casts a spell to send them on home.

“Miya! We’re getting a message from Command. They want us back! Seems like everything is done.” The pilot leaves out a few other choice words about the conditions to the alliance being formalized. “And, uh…well, Miss Akeno…you have a private message that will be sent to you shortly from Lady Rias.” The pilot says. Everyone heads back to the helicopter and gets onboard. As the helicopter lifts off, Akeno gets the message and lets Miya see it. “Oh HELL yea!” Akeno says, turning and giving Miya a high five. They had finally managed to see Rias get married off, even if it was a bit of political intrigue they planted in the heads of the two guild leaders on the way over. Somehow they think Rias won’t mind their choice of husband, given how they had seen her watching him before.

“Looks like we get to see Rias marry her knight in shining armor.” Miya says, Akeno nodding her head in amusement. “Yup!”

Ceremonial Hall, KotBO/DMZ Outpost, West Virginia

Three weeks later, all sorts of people are crowded into the ceremonial hall of the outpost. The sprawling system of structures iss anything BUT an outpost now. It has defenses on par with a major city in the faction zones, the production capability of one if fully staffed with players, and has quarters for everyone who lives there. The ceremonial hall is all decked out, flags of the major guilds forming this alliance hanging on the walls with an enormous United States flag in the middle, right above and behind the main podium and its display screen. Bordraab comes to the front along with all the other major guild leaders, Rias standing next to him. Kthla, standing in the crowd, gives a thumbs up.

Well, here goes nothing. Bordraab thinks to himself. He then steps to the podium and looks out over the crowd. It helps that he knows most of these people on the human faction side. “Please be seated.” He says, watching as the crowd puts themselves into their seats. “Ladies and Gentlement, we are gathered here today for a momentous occasion: The unification of the factions. I could go on and on about how this is a big thing. About how this will (he takes on an arrogant, pompous tone) ‘change the course of our lives forever and form a lasting alliance that will see the end of He Who Is.’ And all that bull. Instead, I’ll say this: He Who Is…he doesn’t know who he’s messing with.

Ever since Gamemaster declared the US dead, many of us have thought that the AI’s don’t really know us too well. Our country…it isn’t dead.” He says, pausing and letting that sink in. “No, it’s not dead at all. Our country is us.” The assembled people start looking at each other. Many of them had thought the country was dead, that all they had was their guilds and the people around them. “You all know it. Look around you. You are all still here. WE are America.” People are starting to focus on him now, the glazed over looks of people preparing for a dull ceremony starting to fade away. “He Who Is thought that after the Betas fell, he could bull rush us and wipe us out. Did he?”

“No.” Some people in the crowd respond. It’s a bit soft, but people are starting to get a bit more into it, several people also shaking their heads.

“No, he didn’t! He came rushing in with his forces, thinking he could pound us into oblivion. After we fought him back, we went out there and whipped his ass all the way back to the blighted zones.”

There are a few enthusiastic nods in the crowd and several people grin and smack each other on the shoulder, remembering how they had done that.

“All the times he attacked afterwards, sending waves after waves of zombies, endarkened, and all sorts of beasts at us, we took it all and paid him back with interest. Now look at where we are. We are standing here, on land that used to be blighted, land where he arrogantly held some of our people captive, and we took it for ourselves! And on this land, we say, FUCK YOU, We aren’t going to be satisfied with surviving. We’re not going to sit inside our fortified cities and inside our bunkers and wait for you. No, we are going to band together and kick your ass all the way back to that hellhole you crawled out of. You know why? Because we are Americans, dammit! This is what we do! And in that light, we say this. We are not dead! We are here! We areAmerica! And we are going to win!”

The crowd yells out in once voice ‘OORAH!’ and then erupts into cheering, people pumping their fists up into the air as the room they are all in fills with the noise of the excited crowd. Of course, unknown to Bordraab or anyone else inside the game, there’s also cheering going on in the real world. Gamemaster knew this was a momentous event and had contacted the media outlets via email. Although Bordraab doesn’t know it, he’s being broadcast around the world right now. His words resonate with his countrymen. The entire nation had watched over the last several months as an entire generation started to die. News agencies with professional analysts had predicted that every person inside the game would die. The mood had been downcast, to say the least. Now this speech, a defiant slap in the face to all those who said they would die and to He Who Is itself, provides that small beacon of hope not only to the players, but to the population as well, a population in depserate need of it.

It starts in Times Square, where the news outlets broadcast the speech on the massive billboards. People started to cheer along with the men and women in the game after the end of the speech, the feeling of relief too much for many of them to keep silent. Soon the energy of the cheering had swept through the crowd, prompting hugging and dancing and even louder cheering as that feeling of hope that had been missing over the last several months grows more and more, feeding on the positive energy in the crowd and snowballing.

As the story of the celebrating crowd in Time’s Square starts to be broadcast over the news networks, more people start coming over to take part in the celebration. Some bring along fireworks with them and the store bought firecrackers and rockets fill the skies, further adding to the celebration. A few enterprising people start selling drinks at the party and it just goes from there. In thirty cities across the country, large crowds filled with patriotic pride spontaneously fill the streets of their cities, celebrating the newfound sense of hope and the pride they feel in the people trapped in that game. Soon, the fireworks that had been prepared for various sporting events are shot off into the sky, moved during the celebrations to points where the most people would be able to see them.

Washington, DC, Capital City of the United States of America

Two days later, Bordraab is an extremely nervous person. He leans over to his best man, that before-mentioned furry, tail wagging pain in the ass. “I thought this was going to be a small ceremony.” He says to his friend. Kthla grins that canine grin. “Something like this? Hell no.” It had taken remarkably little time to settle on the specifics of the alliance. Its headquarters location was easy enough. Not only is Washington, DC the traditional capital of the United States, it is also the most heavily fortified city in the entire game. The biggest issue would be the chain of command inside the Fantasy faction, but it had been generally agreed upon that they’d follow the example given by DMZ. Knights of the Blood Oath would take on sort of an ‘elite guards batallion’ sort of role, and everything would get organized beneath the leader only.

Bordraab and Kthla look out over the entire crowd from their position just inside the entrance to the large church. They are out of sight of course, but that hardly made it easier. The entire chapel is filled to capacity and even more people are gathered up outside. After all, given that the Fantasy players had insisted the guild have a solid monarchy to lead it, and the human faction didn’t quite care about it since it pretty much made no change to their already established chain of command, this is a very big deal.

Rias, meanwhile, looks out through her window. “So many people.” She says, nervously trembling. “Oh, don’t worry about it!” Akeno says. “Just focus on your groom to be and everything will be fine.”

Bordraab is likewise a bit nervous. “So, tell me again how this thing will work.” He says. Kthla grins. “It’ll be your typical online wedding. The pastor will knock on the door, we’ll walk up front with him, the bridesmaids will come up with us guys, I forget what they call us. Groomsmen?” He asks.

Bordraab nods. “Yup, groomsmen.” He had to look that up on Google on the way back!

“Right, we’ll escort the bridesmaids up and then, when we’re all in line, the music will play and the bride will come walking up, the ceremony goes down…yadda yadda yadda so on so forth, then you get to kiss Rias in front of three hundred people. Lucky you, huh?” Kthla ends with a pat on the back.

“Yeah, lucky me…” Bordraab says, sounding even more nervous.

“Are you two ready?” A voice asks from behind. Looking behind them, they see a human male standing there in full preacher’s outfit. Once the game had locked them inside, this man had returned to what he did in reality, only inside the game. He was probably personally responsible for a good number of people retaining their sanity.

“As I’ll ever be.” Bordraab says. The preacher nods as the bridesmaids and grooms, basically Akeno, Miya and Aurora on Rias’ side, Kthla, Bardock, and Hitaka on Bordraab’s side. The preacher goes first, followed by Bordraab, then each Groomsman has a bridemaid with him. It’s a bit odd having a female groomsman but it’s not unacceptable, not anymore in the age of supposed gender equality.

Once at the front, Bordraab gets set and waits. Soon ‘here comes the bride’ starts being played and Rias comes walking up the aisle, escorted by Elias. He had agreed to do the role of escorting her to the front and sitting where the mother and father would normally sit, more to keep poor Rias from tripping in her nervousness than anything else. Elias gets her up to the front, people murmuring appreciatively over Rias’ extravagant white dress as she walks forward. Once she is there, Elias gives her a kiss on the cheek, then turns and shakes Bordraab’s hand, as is traditional, then goes and takes a seat.

The ceremony goes in a slight haze for Bordraab, hardly able to believe that this whole thing is happening. Also, he doesn’t even think for a second about the fact that this is happening online only and that it has no bearing on their offline lives. On the fact that once they finished here, they wouldn’t be married. It’s all just too real. The point comes where he has to put the ring on her finger and vice versa. Christ, she’s shaking as much as he is! Luckily no one is really close enough to see them shaking.

Soon the preacher says “You may now kiss the bride.” Ohhh SHIT! Figuring he’d get it done with quickly, he moves his face forward. Rias, having the same idea, does just the same and their lips meet before they even know quite what’s happening. The assembled people start clapping, a few whistles sounding off from the crowd.

The rest of the day goes by in what seems like a blur. The reception, the bad dancing on his part, the cake…oh the cake was GREAT, and the wine! The game has a drunk effect, that’s all he knows and he appreciates it. It calms him down so much to have the familiar drunk feeling that he enjoyed so much before entering this game. The speech making about the alliance and their happiness. Then they get to the gift giving. Kthla stands up and raises his hands. “Alright people, alright. Calm down!” He says. That wakes Bordraab up a bit. He goes out to the dance floor. “Ok, now, this is where I’m supposed to make some speech about the happiness of the couple and all that, but I’m not good at that. What I am good at is making things. But, what can you make for someone who you already build tanks and guns for?” He says, turning to the bride and groom. “That thought was all over my mind the day they agreed to get married, but I think I came up with a good solution. To our beloved leaders, I made the best thing I possibly could.” He spawns in four items. Four eggs. The eggs then hatch and four Utahraptors grow up from baby sized to adult size in a matter of seconds. Bordraab oooohs and leans forward, interested. Rias, having been staring at Bordraab happily the last thirty minutes, looks at the raptors and stares.

The raptors, for their part, head over to stand next to the bride and groom. “These companions will keep you both safe through anything. Also, since I know you both like Jurassic World, I did my best to make them look exactly like the raptor pack in the movie.” Blue is standing right next to Bordraab, with Charlie next to her. After that, other gifts are given, mainly items to be used in battle that are largely buffed up or new vehicles. Bardock had managed to get a 2003 Mustang convertible for Bordraab, having found out that was the kind of car he liked most.

Soon enough all the celebrating is over and Bordraab brings his new bride to the headquarters and into his room. “Uh…you can have your own room if you like.” Bordraab says to Rias, who is still blushing. He thinks maybe she just considers this to be a political thing only. “Nah..you’re cute, I don’t mind sleeping with you.” She says in a slurred voice. She had a little bit too much wine and the drunk effect had taken over. “Now…take me to bed and let’s see about getting ourselves some respawn tokens!”

With that, she plops back onto the bed and brings up her inventory. Her panties underneath the dress disappear and she spreads her legs, showing off her already ready pussy. Bordraab has only one possible reaction, an instant hardon. He quickly disrobes himself and goes over to her, getting on top of her.

“Mmm, glad to see I can arouse my husband so much…” Rias says in a seductive tone, dragging a finger down his cheek. Bordraab simply grins at that, starting to reach down. “You’ll forgive me if I don’t have any foreplay.” He says.

Rias grins, using her hand to bring his hand up and to her breast. “I think I can forgive you this time…” She says, her other hand going to his dick and guiding it to her moist hole. With a single thrust, Bordraab buries his thick meat into her virgin pussy, sliding in all the way into her until his balls come to rest against her. He squeezes the breast he has a hold of, and then using both hands, he lowers the top of her dress to expose those orbs. Rias gives a deep, pleasured moan to reward him for his efforts, her pussy squeezing tightly around his member as new feelings and sensations flood through her. She helps him to take down the top of her dress and then grins, starting to undo his shirt, quickly getting it off him so that his chest is exposed to her. She then pulls him down onto her and kisses him hungrily, to Bordraab’s surprise. Not that he’s complaining, he simply holds her to him now as he begins his part in this.

He begins to hump into her, taking it slow at first, making sure she’s good and ready for him to start really going to town. He’s got nothing to worry about, Rias is already so wet that he should have been more surprised she didn’t cum immediately upon penetration. She had only been waiting for this moment over the last two days is all. Bordraab has no idea he’s doing a girl who is a senior in high school and should, legally, be off limits to him, but that doesn’t matter now. By the time they get out, she’ll probably be the right age anyway. His thrusts pick up in speed and strength, slamming home into her, the tip of his rod poking against her cervix each time he pushes up inside her, slaps issuing out each time his hips meet hers.

Rias doesn’t last long. Soon after the pace picks up, Rias is wide eyed and having the best orgasm of her entire life, her pussy squeezing down tightly over Bordraab’s cock and relaxing when he pulls out, only to clamp down again as he slides home into her sensative hole. Her hands come up and her arms wrap around his back, her legs doing the same around his rear, holding him to her as he slides home into her over and over again. “Oh baby. I love you! Do me harder!” She says, sounding like some slut in a porno but at this point, she doesn’t care.

The pleasure of fucking her is so intense, Bordraab can’t help but draw closer and closer to his release much faster than he normally would. Bordraab doesn’t know this is a side effect of her race. The programmers, being the perverts they are, had made it so specific races could increase the pleasure of another race when they fuck. In this case, devils can cause their partners to feel a LOT of pleasure. Part of their whole ‘corruption’ stereotype. Bordraab has no complaints about it either as he feels her pussy clamping around his cock as if it where a velvet glove, holding him, milking on him, but not squeezing too hard. He is making this girl get more and more attached to him, the younger woman not knowing how to deal with the feelings she feels as she is fucked like a more mature one would. It only gets better for her. It isn’t too long before he moans out and unloads, emptying his heavy balls into her.

As he cums, Rias can’t believe how great she feels. She has never felt something so good as having hot seed rush up into her womb. The feeling of the warmth spreading inside her as she is filled up is too much for her sensitive love tunnel and she cums again, her pussy milking him for every last drop of seed he has inside him. She LOVES this feeling, not just the pleasure of sex, but the feeling of being complete as HER man unloads inside her. Her instinct is telling her that this male is it, this is the love of her life. The male that she will have stay with her for the rest of her days. If only she could find him in real life and get this feeling for real. In the haze of the afterglow and in the rush of breeding instinct, she imagines that life. Having him with her, having children, raising those children with him. It seems so idillic right now, so perfect, that it does not scare her the way such thoughts did in reality, after her mother gave her one of those ‘get married and give me grandkids’ lectures. Now she understands! Now she is more than willing to make her mother proud and produce those grandkids she wants so much.

A half hour later, the two are laying in bed together, Bordraab holding Rias to him as she rests against him. They are looking out the window at the fireworks going off inside the game as the people of the alliance pop them off in celebration for the victory they can feel is right on the horizon.