A Date with Venelana (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 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 **** 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.

Seeing Venelana with her breasts and crotch exposed, with a tight strip of red fabric around her stomach and hips is very sexy in its own right. You try your level best to forget the pertinent fact that this is Venelana Gremory, the mature and demanding mother of one of your other lovers. You climb up onto the pristine white sheets, only for her to strike like a coiled viper and **** you down onto your back.

"Let the lady of the house take care of you." She trails her hands down your chest and abdomen, finally coming to a stop as her palms meet the shaft of your erect cock. Though a handjob doesn't seem to be on the cards for this first round of foreplay. Venelana sweeps her hair back behind her shoulders and leans down to get a closer look. You twitch as an outpouring of scalding hot breath washes over your penis.

"It's been a long time since I had the chance to enjoy a male body in my bedchamber." The casual confidence and seductive body language she wields so expertly makes it obvious she hasn't lost her step during that time. Venelana inspects you from all angles, before settling on a plan of attack.

"Really? I can't tell."

She opens her mouth wide and slides the full length of your member into her throat in one go. It takes all of your power to not swear. What in the devil's name?! There isn't a trace of discomfort or shock to be found on her face. Venelana just swallowed the whole damn thing in one go without even blinking. Venelana proceeds to bob her head up and down, delivering what can only be described as a 'god-tier blowjob.' She takes it so easily and confidently, not even gagging as it touches the back of her throat. Just how much experience does this woman really have? Her husband must have been a very happy man with skills like these!

You run your fingers through Venelana's hair and push her on, gently pushing on the back of her head and willing her to go even harder. She isn't interested in taking things slow. Every time her nose meets your crotch she can feel herself getting wetter and more aroused. Her mind was set on making sure that her daughter's potential husband could handle a Gremory woman properly. Though she had to admit to herself that it had been a long time since she last slept with another man. Her departed husband lost interest in sex a few years before his untimely ****.

Her first impressions: big, hard, and a decent level of stamina. Venelana had intentionally dived in and unleashed her most dangerous fellatio techniques from the off to test you. She indulged in the feeling of a hard cock blocking her airway, something she hadn't experienced in a long time. She always enjoyed doing this to her ex-husband, if not for the reaction of the man on the receiving end. Rias could do with a few lessons on how to drive her man wild.

She has no intention of letting things end here though. She wraps her lips in a tight ring and pulls back, gathering up the saliva and pre-cum that has gathered along your length. It slips free from her mouth with a loud pop. Venelana swallows it down without a single sign of contrition.

"Holy crap."

Venelana titters and wags her finger at you, "There's nothing holy about me. Now, let's move on to the next stage." She pushes you back down onto the bed and swings her leg over you, pressing the tip of your cock against her spread lips with a vicious smile. Without asking if you're ready, or even to prepare herself, Venelana slides your prick into her sopping wet hole until you hit the very back of her internal canal.

"Oh! That feels very nice," she coos. The feeling is entirely mutual. Her velveteen insides may just be the best you've felt amongst all of the women you've bedded so far. She bites her lip as she feels your full girth exploring and pushing back against her sensitive inner walls. Venelana is happy to take charge again, pulling the bottom half of her body up and slamming it back down again with a loud slap. Her breasts and thighs jiggle with each movement.

"Ah, that's amazing!" you groan. It feels so good that it's hard to even describe it.

Venelana giggles, "Oh yes – praise me more, dear."

You reach up and sink your restless hands into her bountiful bosom. Devils are lucky to have a body that doesn't age like a humans. Venelana's breasts have all the weight and softness of a mother, with none of the sag. She moans happily as you knead the soft flesh with her fingers and palms while her hips bounce up and down on top of you.

"Do you like them?"

"They're perfect, just like the rest of you…"

"No need to flatter this old lady, dear."

"It's not flattery, it's the truth. You're gorgeous."

The kind words seem to arouse her more than the sex. Her body shakes happily as the first of hopefully many orgasms rocks her body. Venelana doesn't stop jumping up and down on your crotch, but her movement falters slightly as post-orgasm fatigue sets in. You slow her down and swap over, putting her onto her back and moving into a missionary position.

"I think I may be… out of touch with how this feels. I don't usually climax this easily," she insists.

"It's fine. Just enjoy it."

Pleasant noises come from her mouth as you take your turn with her body, thrusting in and out of her clenching cunt with a strong and consistent pace. All of your training really makes this much easier than it used to be! Your muscles are strong enough to go for much longer now. Venelana's hands are all over you, groping muscles and leaving red trails down your back to go with the others.

"That's it, right there dear! Ah!"

Venelana clenches her eyes tight as her over-sensitive pussy is pounded into submission. You suck and lick on her nipples while pulling her hips up into you by lifting her from below. She cries out again and clutches the back of her head as her entire body loses control. You feel another gush of fluids escape from her slit – soaking your thighs and crotch. She's a squirter…

Seeing this sexy MILF splayed out, dressed mussed up, hair ruined, sweat covering her body. It's an image that you're never going to forget for as long as you live. The only way this could get better is if Rias did join in for this meeting. A smoking hot mother and daughter combo for the new 'man of the house.'

You grunt as you feel your own end approach. You've managed to please her twice already, so you power on and try to reach your own climax as quickly as possible. Venelana pulls you close as your thrusts become shorter and more frantic. She purrs into your ear, "If you knock me up, we might have to… expedite the wedding."

Her words push you over the edge. Everything goes white for a split second as you slam yourself deep into her pussy one last time and let loose with a thick, steaming load of seed. The elder Gremory wraps her legs around your back and pulls you in even deeper, demanding that you meet her cervix and fill her womb with as much baby batter as humanly possible. She moans and writhes beneath you, before being silenced with a final, sloppy kiss.

Venelana's body prickles with orgasmic bliss – the heat of your meeting finally reaching her senses. She's covered in sweat, as are you. You pull out and flop over to the side of her, her gaping hole allowing a small river of excess cum to escape. She's quick to roll onto her side and pull your arm into her body for a post-coital embrace. You can still feel the dress bundled up around her stomach.

"That was rather good, I must say. I can see why Rias likes you so much."

"…I hope it's more than just the sex."

"The great sex is a bonus dear, not the main course."

You both lay in silence for several minutes before she speaks up again.

"Don't worry about impregnating me. Devils are notoriously infertile at the best of times."

"I… I wasn't really worried about it. Rias already told me what it's like over there."

"Oh? And not because you like the idea of seeing me barefoot and gravid, weighed down with your child? And suppose that Rias' peerage will become your lovers too – I know that young men enjoy 'harem play,' perhaps we could organise something special for our future husband."

Venelana speaks in full knowledge that such a dirty (and kinda' wholesome) image will do to your libido. She reaches down and strokes your cock back to hardness with a cheeky wink that reminds you a lot of when Rias does that exact thing.

"Round two?"

"Gladly."

You don't get much sleep.