Returner in DxD

Smut incoming, you have been warned.

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That night – hot spring.

Kousuke was surprised to learn that Yasaka had a hot spring in her mansion. The moment they returned, the foxian had been busy comforting her daughter after the traumatic event she'd gone through. He had planned to take a quick nap before asking his girlfriend for the "reward" she'd promised—but Yasaka had other ideas.

"Aah, this is good~" he sighed, submerging half his body into the soothing water. He wore nothing but white shorts, his bare chest exposed to the open air. If he had known this place existed earlier, he probably would've come here every day.

It would've been even better if Tsubaki were with him, but unfortunately, she—along with Rias and the other ORC members—was busy cleaning up the scene to prevent any normal humans from discovering the truth about the supernatural. More than anything, though, they were likely searching for clues about the identity of the mysterious third party.

He had, however, informed Rias about his encounter with Kuroka, mentioning that the black cat Youkai might know something—or at least have a clue—about who was behind everything. After all, it was supposedly her mission to observe how the situation unfolded.

He didn't mention her eagerness to bear his children. That part… wasn't worth repeating.

'Still… Kuroka and Koneko...' His brows furrowed at the similarity between their names. Were they connected? Could Kuroka be Koneko's sister? Was that why she disappeared the moment he returned to the mansion?

She'd been very persistent with her idea on the way back...

While Kousuke was soaking peacefully, his ears twitched at the sound of approaching footsteps. Thinking Tsubaki had finally returned, he looked up with hopeful anticipation—only to be met with the sight of the mature foxian wrapped in a white towel.

"…Why are you here?"

"Fufufu, what do you mean? This is my home," she said with a teasing smile before gracefully lowering herself beside him. A moan escaped her lips as she slid into the water, and he wisely chose to ignore it.

"I haven't properly thanked you, have I?" she said after a moment passed.

"There's no need. I only did what I could," he replied. To him, it was only natural for a Hero to lend a helping hand.

"There's something that's been on my mind since we first met," Yasaka said, gently splashing warm water over her arm. "You said you knew a Youkai with the same name and appearance as me—but I've never heard of such a thing before."

She turned to face him. "You even said she was a companion you trusted with your life. So… where is she now?"

"She..." He paused, glancing up at the starry night sky. "She passed away in an unfortunate accident."

"…I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

"It's fine. It happened a long time ago."

It was during his early years as a Hero. Even now, the memories were still vivid in his mind.

"She was a respected fighter—boisterous and loud. It was impossible not to notice her in a crowd. She just stood out," he said with a fond smile as his eyes drifted to the brightest star above.

"She was… my first love."

Yasaka's eyes widened. "That's... surprising to hear."

She shifted slightly, looking awkward. "...Do I really look that much like her?"

"Scarily so. Down to the tiniest detail."

He smiled when their eyes met. "Do you have a mole near your waistline, by any chance?"

"..."

"Are your ears… particularly sensitive, too?"

"You really... knew a lot about her," she muttered, unable to meet his gaze. Her ears were visibly redder than her cheeks.

"Well, she was always leading me around by the nose," he said, the memory flashing through his mind—her grabbing him by the hand to drag him off in search of a replacement weapon. "If it weren't for her, I probably would've slept through most of my days."

He recalled the time he nearly missed a commission because he overslept, only for her to wake him up with a swift kick. Woke him the hell up.

It hurt—but it worked.

And strangely… he kind of missed it.

"But there's a pretty big difference between you and her," he added, his voice bringing the moment back to the present.

His eyes dropped—down to her voluptuous chest, tightly wrapped by the towel.

She caught both his gaze and his words instantly, her body tensing slightly.

"She was...flat?"

"Well, she was around my age after all," he said before submerging himself up to his neck, letting his body drift in the water like a lazy, floating corpse.

But before the currents could carry him away, he felt her hand grip his shoulder.

Their eyes met—and in hers, he saw it.

Determination, and maybe a faint lust.

His danger senses flared.

"Then... how about rekindling those memories... with me?"

"H-Hold on, Yasaka-san. I have a girlfriend—" His words faltered as she moved closer, her body pressing gently against his back. He swallowed hard, trying to maintain composure as the warmth of her skin melded with his own. Her arms wrapped around him, soft and slow, as if embracing a memory.

"Shh, don't worry," she whispered, her voice soft and low, lips brushing his ear. "I had spoken to Tsubaki earlier, and she seems open... to the idea."

Yasaka didn't, however, mention the part where Tsubaki also talked about her heart-to-heart with Kousuke back then—how the latter expected this development.

"So for tonight...let me be that Yasaka in your memory." His heart pounded. He hadn't expected her to actually talk to his girlfriend, much less for her to agree to this.

"Make me remember how it feels to be a woman again… at least let me repay you for the help," Yasaka continued. This time, she turned his body around before leaning in and kissing him on the lips. He didn't push her away.

Instead, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. She tangled her fingers in his black hair, tugging him closer as she deepened the kiss, their tongues dancing and exploring. The heat between them was palpable, the air crackling with sexual tension.

As Kousuke's skilled fingers traced down the length of her backbone, Yasaka arched her back, pressing her ample bosom more firmly against his chest. She gasped and trembled as his hand reached the base of her spine, his fingers sinking into the plush, supple flesh of her rear.

"Mmmm!" Yasaka moaned softly into Kousuke's mouth, her golden yellow eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure of his touch overwhelmed her senses. She could feel the heat building between her thighs, her body aching with a desperate, primal need that only Kousuke could fulfill.

Panting softly as they finally broke the kiss, Yasaka gazed up at Kousuke with hooded, lust-filled eyes, her cheeks flushed a pretty pink beneath her delicate, noble features. She licked her kiss-swollen lips, tasting the lingering flavor of him on her tongue.

"Kousuke... I need you..." she breathed, her voice low and heavy with desire. Her tails curled around his arm, tugging him closer as she gazed at him with pure, unadulterated longing, silently begging him to take her right then and there in the steaming hot spring.

Kousuke could feel a familiar stirring in his loins as Yasaka's luscious curves pressed against him, her ample bosom heaving with each ragged breath. His cock began to swell and harden in his tight white shorts, the growing bulge becoming increasingly evident as it strained against the fabric.

Yasaka's golden eyes flicked downwards, a smug smirk playing across her kiss-swollen lips as she took in the sight of Kousuke's arousal. Her slender fingers traced along the outline of his rigid shaft, tracing the shape of him through the damp material of his shorts.

"Mmm, it seems your body is just as eager as mine, Kousuke~" she purred, her voice a low, seductive murmur. Feeling her touch, Kousuke groaned.

"You're playing...with fire, Yasaka."

Emboldened by his words and the clear evidence of his desire, Yasaka pulled her hand away before rolling her hips forward, grinding her aching center against Kousuke's rigid shaft. She let out a breathy moan, her head falling back as sparks of pleasure shot through her body.

"A-ahh... Kousuke... I'm more than ready~" she gasped, her voice trembling with anticipation. With the growing aches in her core, Yasaka halt her movement as her nimble fingers made quick work of the tie on Kousuke's shorts, tugging the fabric down to free his throbbing erection.

Her golden eyes widened as she took in the sight of his impressive manhood, long, thick and hard, the bulbous head already glistening with precum.

Wrapping her slender hand around his shaft, Yasaka began to stroke him slowly, marveling at the silky texture and the way he pulsed in her grip. Her thumb swiped over the tip, smearing the bead of moisture and drawing a low groan from Kousuke's lips.

With a sudden movement, she turned around and braced her hands against the edge of the hot spring, presenting her heart-shaped ass to Kousuke. Looking back at him over her shoulder with a coy smile, Kousuke could see her glistening pink folds dripping with her juice, desperate to be fill by his cock.

"Take me, Kousuke... make me yours~!" she purred, her voice dripping with wanton desire.

Kousuke's large, calloused hand gripped Yasaka's plump ass cheek, giving it a firm squeeze as he admired the way the supple flesh yielded to his touch. Unable to resist, he delivered a sharp smack to her rear, watching in satisfaction as the round globe jiggled from the impact.

"Aah~"

His ocean-blue eyes darkened with lust as he took in the sight of her tight, puckered asshole and the glistening pink folds of her dripping sex.

Kousuke leaned in closer, his breath hot against the sensitive skin of Yasaka's ass as he rubbed the swollen, leaking tip of his cock against her tiny, clenched hole. He could feel her tense and quiver at his touch, knowing that she had realized his intent.

"Wait! that's not my—"

Before she could protest or pull away, Kousuke began to push forward, the bulbous head of his thick cock slowly sinking into the tight, resisting heat of Yasaka's virgin ass. He groaned at the exquisite pressure, his fingers digging into the plush flesh of her ass cheeks as he forced himself deeper, inch by excruciating inch.

"It...hurts but! Aah! It feels good! Keep going!"

Kousuke's heart raced as he felt Yasaka's asshole stretching obscenely around his invading cock, her silken walls clenching and fluttering desperately as they struggled to accommodate his impressive girth. He could feel her body trembling beneath him, could hear the choked, breathless sounds of reluctant pleasure spilling from her lips.

With a final, brutal thrust, Kousuke buried himself to the hilt inside Yasaka's formerly untouched ass, his heavy balls slapping against her dripping sex. He paused for a moment, savoring the incredible tightness that gripped him like a vice, before beginning to move.

"Aah! You're so..big!"

As Kousuke's thick shaft plunged deeper and harder into her formerly untouched depths, Yasaka could feel every throbbing inch of him scraping against her sensitive, clenching walls.

Yasaka's fingers scrabbled against the slick surface of the hot spring, her nails screeching against the stone as she braced herself against the relentless onslaught of Kousuke's thrusts. Her voluptuous body jerked and shuddered with each powerful slap of his hips against her ass, the force of his fucking jostling her heavy breasts and making them bounce depravedly.

Yasaka's moans and cries grew louder, more desperate and wanton as Kousuke's cock pounded into her mercilessly. Drool trickled down her chin as she panted and gasped, her tongue lolling out of her open mouth as she surrendered to the brutal fucking. The pleasure was so intense, so overwhelming, that it bordered on pain, and Yasaka could feel her sanity beginning to fray at the edges.

Her nine fluffy tails lashed and thrashed behind her, the blonde fur bristling with her growing arousal and reluctant ecstasy. The hot spring water sloshed and churned around them, splashing against their joined hips and thighs with each powerful thrust.

"Aaah! It's coming...I'm coming! I'm coming from being fucked so hard in my ass!"

As Kousuke's cock slammed into her deepest, most sensitive spots, Yasaka felt a sudden, sharp burst of searing pleasure explode behind her eyes. Her cunt clenched and spasmed around nothing, aching and empty as her asshole was ruthlessly fucked. Throwing her head back, she let out a piercing, ululating scream of pure, unadulterated bliss as her first orgasm crashed over her.

Her velvet walls rippled and squeezed around Kousuke's plundering shaft, trying to milk him for all he was worth as Yasaka's body shook and shuddered through the force of her climax. Golden light exploded behind her eyelids as she came harder than she ever had in her long life, her juices gushing out to mix with the steaming water of the hot spring.