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Rimuru x Velgrynd x Testarossa
Requested By: Unknown
Right at the predetermined location, the Ruler of Tempest and the Emperor of the East met for their annual meeting, discussing their nations’ situations and the agreements between the two. Which policies needed to be altered and which problems needed to be taken care of.
As much as the theme of said meeting seemed serious, due to the personalities of the two at the top, it felt more like a casual conversation between friends.
“That’s all on my end, Rimuru-san,” Masayuki, who was now the spitting image of Rudra, finished his report as he set down the stack of documents.
“Thank you, Masayuki-kun.” Rimuru flashed him a smile, and then gestured for Testarossa to come closer as he whispered his orders. “I’ll handle it as best I can. For now, let’s take a break.”
The white primordial glanced to the Hero’s side before leaving.
Hearing this, the Emperor sighed with relief, leaning back in his seat. Every time they needed to discuss something serious, Masayuki felt the tension grow too thick. Even as friends, Rimuru had a serious side when it came to his nation.
The young otherworlder couldn’t help but admire him for that. So much so that he failed to notice his marshal’s disappearance from the room. Calgurio had already collected the documents, quietly guiding Masayuki out of the meeting room so he could rest.
As everyone left, Rimuru stood up from his seat. Straightening his clothes, he exited the room and entered a different one nearby.
As the door clicked behind him, the precautionary illusion on the simple room faded.
She sat on the wooden horse, her posture stiff and uneven, and her body quivering as her hands were bound behind her back. Her eyes, and any other form of sense, were blocked as black leather covered her sight. She huffed through her breath, grunts and groans leaking out as she shifted slightly, the movement doing little to help. Still, she remained where she was, complying with the punishment in strained silence, her breathing uneven as time dragged on.
“Ah Rimuru-sama,” Testarossa turned to her lord, in her hand a black leather whip, as she bowed. “I have started the preparations, please.”
Giving the whip to the slime, Rimuru grabbed it with familiarity. It had been a while since they started this play; it was safe to say he knew her body like the back of his hand.
“Now Velgrynd, what should we do today.” Removing the band covering her eyes, tears streamed down her cheeks as she waited. Rimuru circled around her, each step causing her womb to stir.
How did they reach this situation? It was a little more than a year ago.
…
“Rimuru-san!” Masayuki appeared suddenly in front of Rimuru. The slime looked with a raised brow, a hint of a headache coming from the hero’s tone. “Please, I need help with something.”
Setting his pen down, Rimuru listened to the fellow otherworlder’s pleas.
It turned out that even after months, and even a whole year had passed since the final war, the Eastern Empire was still not stable. Realistically, the sudden drop of soldiers by the hundreds of thousands created a massive hole in their military.
Not to mention, the cost of all the armored vehicles and flying airships that were destroyed was astronomical. Granted, while some armored vehicles were recovered and made operational, the repairs still cost a hefty price from the Empire’s coffers.
Since the Tenma War as well, a massive shift in the human vassal states occurred. The fear of the angels, and the other disasters that followed, caused chaos across the entire East. This led to looting, pillaging, and other worse scenarios.
In turn, many fields and animal farms were ruined. Not to mention the severe unrest caused by having a Demon Lord rule the entire world. While they pleaded with Masayuki to march to Tempest and claim the world, he could only laugh dryly at how unfunny it was, even as a joke.
“Isn’t that why you have your Ultimate Skill? Not to mention, you have the Scorch Dragon with you.”
Rimuru pointed, seeing the beautiful blue-haired woman standing beside him. The slime glanced at the True Dragon, eyeing her body as his gaze dropped to the supple legs peeking from her dress.
“The thing is,” sounding embarrassed, Masayuki scratched at his cheek. “I don’t really want to rely on my Ultimate Skill. It feels like brainwashing, and the last time I let it loose, a war almost happened, remember.”
“Ah, that’s right.” The Ruler of Tempest laughed lightly. A second war between the Jura Forest and the East had almost occurred when it became public knowledge that Rimuru basically ruled the world. Not officially or anything. It was just a declaration by the other Demon Lords, who did not really feel like hiding information.
“And,” he peeked to his side, looking at the composed Velgrynd, “Grynd-san’s suggestion isn’t really… a peaceful one.”
“Right.” Recalling his talk with Testarossa about Velgrynd, he gave Masayuki a confident smile. “Don’t worry; I’ll do something about it. You can go on ahead. I’ll discuss it with Velgrynd. She can tell you about it later.”
Masayuki looked at Rimuru, tilting his head to the side. “Are you sure? I can listen in and not trouble you.”
“It’s fine.” Brushing him off, Rimuru added, “Besides, I doubt you’d fully agree with my methods. It’s not very… proper.”
The reincarnation of the first hero wore a look of worry. “Please don’t kill anyone.”
“I don’t plan on killing anyone. I swear.”
Finally relaxing, the blonde hero stood up and shook the slime’s hand. As Velgrynd watched their discussion finish, she opened a portal for him to return through.
Once the two were left alone, Velgrynd glared at Rimuru. Walking right up to him, their eyes locked in an intense stare as she pulled out a piece of paper.
“What the hell is this?”
It was an image of the blonde Masayuki tied down to a chair, his mouth gagged and his eyes covered. In the background appeared to be a dungeon, a small portion of a wooden table visible on the side, with several torture tools identifiable.
She grabbed Rimuru’s clothes, slamming his back against the wall as the room scorched with intense heat. Luckily, Rimuru had already expected this and created a barrier.
“Is that really how you should be acting with me?” Rimuru’s tone was deep, cold even, as he stared at the Scorch Dragon. His eyes were heavy and frightening as he removed her grip.
“It was a prank.” Brushing his clothes, he walked back to his seat behind the office table. “I needed you to see a potential future for your dear Masayuki.”
“What happened to you? This is insane. Do you want to fi—”
Velgrynd felt her words choke in her throat. Not a sound left her mouth as she gasped. The room grew heavy as she knelt to the floor, gagging as tears filled the edges of her eyes.
“Come now, Velgrynd. Do you really think you can beat me?” Rimuru chuckled, snapping his fingers as the heavy pressure vanished. “I don’t even need to personally deal with you. I can wipe out you and your dear hero with a thought.”
“But where is the fun in that?”
A sudden, alluring feminine voice rang in the True Dragon’s ears. White hair and blood-red eyes came into view. The White Primordial, Testarossa, appeared suddenly, sitting at the edge of the office table.
Velgrynd glared at the white-haired demoness. She recalled the prideful primordial during their last meeting. It was just after the war between Tempest and the Empire, right when Masayuki was taking on the mantle.
She glanced at the True Dragon on her knees, as if looking at a piece of rock on the road. She then looked toward her lord, showing a bright smile before leaning in.
Rimuru accepted her advance, pulling her body closer to himself. She moaned, their lips parted as tongues clashed in indulgence. The white demoness sat at the Great Demon Lord’s lap, slowly grinding herself as she pushed her body to his.
Velgrynd looked on with utter confusion. One moment she was being harassed by Rimuru, and now he was focused entirely on the Primordial White.
As minutes passed, the Scorch Dragon remained in place. She did not speak a single word, unwilling to risk invoking Rimuru’s pressure once more. She waited impatiently as the two continued.
Breaking their kiss, their eyes still continued the longing of more carnal desires. Tongue halfway in their mouths as the bridge of saliva finally broke.
“Now then,” Rimuru said, turning back to Velgrynd as if nothing had happened. “Things were getting boring, you see.”
Testarossa giggled as she stood and walked toward her. “Rimuru-sama has grown to become the most powerful being ever, in the past, present, future, and even beyond the concept of time itself. Having such immense strength comes with a few quirks. One of them is conquering beings that come close to where he stands. Several steps below, but still close to catch the faintest glimpse of his status.”
She licked her lips, power rising as she drew upon the bestowed Nihility Collapse within her body. Strength gathered as she reached out and grabbed Velgrynd’s face, forcing the blue-haired dragon to look up at her.
“Congratulations, Velgrynd, the Scorch Dragon,” she said. “You have been chosen as Master’s toy.”
Velgrynd looked at the White Primordial in shock. The hand holding her face would not budge. Even with the strength of a True Dragon, she felt unbearably weak at that moment. Despite being one of the most powerful beings in the world, before a mere primordial, she was powerless.
She turned her gaze aside, looking at the grinning Rimuru. “Do you think you can just do whatever you want after becoming stronger? Guy, and my older sister, will not accept this. I am sure Veldora would agree with me when I say—”
Slap.
Her vision snapped to the opposite side of the room. From looking at Rimuru, who had been listening with interest, she now found herself staring at the sofas.
A sharp pain registered before the slap was fully processed. She could only watch as Testarossa grabbed her hair and dragged her toward her lord.
Testarossa tossed her body on the floor. Landing at the side of the desk, catching a glimpse of the chair Rimuru sat on. He turned to the side, leaning forward as he looked at her at eye-level.
Materializing something out of thin air, several illustrations fell to the floor.
They were images of Masayuki, the reincarnation of the First Hero Rudra, experiencing hell. Torture beyond what anyone could imagine, ranging from human methods to something far more severe. The simpler ones like puling finger nails to full blown scrambling of the brain while he remain alive.
Velgrynd covered her mouth as tears streamed down her cheeks. She closed her eyes, yet the sights would forever be etched into her mind. Masayuki’s body was completely ruined, broken in countless ways.
“I can deal with Guy easily,” Rimuru said calmly. “As for you siblings, I only need to undo my True Dragon Release. All of you will return to my Imaginary Space, sealed until I decide otherwise.”
“I’ll never submit.” She barked out, body still shaking. She mustered the courage to open her eyes, telling herself that the images were mere illusions. “I’ll be whatever you want, but don’t think you can conquer me! Just, leave Masayuki alone!!!”
Rimuru’s smile curved even higher, it looked abnormal and deranged. Getting out of the chair, he squatted down. Placing his hand on her head, he slowly patted it, causing Velgrynd to be confused.
He leaned closer to her face, near her ear. Waiting for the words to escape his mouth, his hand comb her hair. Fingers moving through the strands with ease.
“That just makes it even more fun.”
Hearing those words, Velgrynd felt her body fly as her body slammed on the office table. Feeling pain on her body from the slam, it dawned on her that it hurt. Fear began to spread on her eyes, quickly attempting to stand up but was unable to.
Testarossa has moved just behind her, hands holding her shoulders down as the Scorch Dragon was fully laid on the table. Velgrynd struggled, body violently moving as her legs made erratic motion.
“Let me go you bastard!” Velgrynd cursed at Testarossa, the two women staring into each other’s eyes as one was filled with fury while the other was pure delight.
Testarossa’s crimson eyes glowed bright red, a type of mental attack on the True Dragon, causing her body to slowly pacify.
“Remember Masayuki, you said we can do whatever we want.” Leaning her face down, Testarossa stared right into the deepest part of Velgrynd’s soul. Their face mere centimeters from each other as their eyes met for a long, deep, stare.
Velgrynd suddenly felt her limbs bounded in. “Now then Velgrynd, will you still continue to resist or will you be obedient.”
Feeling Rimuru looming at her side, she clicked her tongue. “Do your worst you pervert! Just leave Masayuki alone, I’m the one you are after. If you want to torture someone, torture me instead!”
Rimuru leaned forward, replacing Testarossa in staring right into Velgrynd’s face. Tilting his head slightly, he place one hand on her right cheek. “Oh my, how romantic. The idea of sacrificing one’s self for their love one, how delightful.”
He leaned his face down, taking a deep waft of her scent. She felt goosebumps on her body, unconsciously turning her head to the side, only to end up exposing more of her neck to him.
Making her look towards him once more, he stole her lips. Just like what he did with Testarossa before, he kissed her in a primal manner. Forcing his tongue inside her tongue, he explored her insides. She smashed and violently flailed her body, but the bindings kept her in place.
She was tempted to just bite of his tongue, but the hand on her cheek ascended to the roots of her hair. A stinging pain, a warning, for any attempts in resisting his advances.
His left hand trailed down her body. The cheongsam that covered her body couldn’t fend of the physical caress of his hand. The rough cupping of her breast, the sliding of his fingers down to the slit of her clothing, she winced at every touch.
Moving from the kiss, he trailed his lips down to her nape. Leaving trails of long licks, tasting her flesh as she squeaked out yelps and whimpers.
Feeling a little playful, he began biting at her flesh. Teeth sinking hard as the once soft, flawless skin of a goddess, has been tainted by markings. Like a wild animal marking their prey, the woman has become nothing more than a flesh of meat to be devoured.
“This clothe is such hindrance.” Leaning back, his left hand pulled at her cheongsam. The sound of cloth ripping reached her ear, like ordinary fabric, the clothes made from her magicule was easily ripped and shredded by mere pulling.
She had wide eyes, reflexively trying to cover herself. Apart from the pieces of the cheongsam barely covering miniscule parts of her body, she was bare for the duo to see.
“Oh my,” The white queen giggled, peeking from the side as she brushed a hand over the exposed breast. “No underwear? As expected from a True Dragon, wearing such revealing clothing with nothing underneath to cover.”
Velgrynd glared at her, even as Rimuru continued to devour her skin. She squirmed at their touch, hands moving, playing with her body as Rimuru’s tongue finally drop down to her left breast.
“Don’t you dare…”
Rimuru couldn’t help but raise a brow, giving circle licks at her nipple. “Do you really think, anything you say now is threatening? You sound like you’re pleading, begging to me.”
Velgrynd bit her lips, not having any retort to his words. Even when he returned to tasting her body, when Testarossa has joined in as she pinched at her nipple. Causing the Scorch Dragon to leak out a pained moan, shaking from her touch.
“If this is how you react to pain, how will you take your Hero’s torture?”
Hearing this, Rimuru finally removed himself from her body. He got up, wiped the saliva on his lips before moving to the end of the table, where her legs are hanging.
Testarossa took this as a signal, materializing a white flame in her index finger. “Tell me, as the Scorch Dragon, have you ever experience the pleasure of being burnt?”
Velgrynd already realized her body was beginning to be weaker, while Testarossa was getting stronger. Even as her index finger was still a good several inches away from her skin, she can feel the heat of the flames. Which, in her mind, does not make sense as the manifestation of the concept of acceleration and fire itself.
“Fufufu this is going to be really fun.” Swirling her finger, letting Velgrynd watched each motion, she playfully began letting the flames get closer and closer to her skin.
“Make sure to train her properly Testa, I’ll do my part right here~”
He parted her thighs, observing the center of her legs. He smirked, suddenly hearing a sharp loud scream.
“Ahh! Damn, shit Ahh! Hot, it burns you bitch!”
She flailed her body, pulling at the things wrapped around her limbs. She screamed, shouted, thrashed and cursed as the burning sensation reached her skin.
Testarossa hummed beautifully, enjoying every second as her finger glide around the Scorch Dragon’s skin.
Velgrynd felt the bounds on her body vanish; before she could even attempt anything she felt a pull. From lying on the office table, she had her feet touch the floor. Her stomach pressed on the table as Testarossa moved out of the way.
With her butt sticking out, her arms were once more locked in place.
“As expected, you really have such a perverted behind.”
Suddenly, a sharp sound came from behind Velgrynd as pain reached her brain. “Aghh! Did you jus-“
Another sharp sound came, and another, and another.
Before Velgrynd could even utter a word, Rimuru kept hitting and hitting her ass. In his hand was a black leather whip, one personally made by his own magicules. Thus, in no way an exaggeration, a mythical grade item at minimum. If he so pleases, it can even rival the weapons personally created by Veldanava.
No sound came from the room aside from the sharp whipping of Velgrynd’s ass, and the tearful screams of the Scorch Dragon.
Testarossa walked around the table, meeting the True Dragon face to face. She pulled at her blue hair, forcing Velgrynd to look up. The tear stained face of such a being caused Testarossa’s womb to stir, just seeing her master train Velgrynd was getting her hot and needy.
“Will you be more cooperative now? As master’s toy that is~”
Velgrynd stared at the white primordial’s eyes, hazy, unfocused eyes regained their clarity. She attempted a frown, though, in her state it just looks pitiful and a weak attempt to feel strong.
“Remember this; you’ll soon regret making me your enemy.”
Rimuru laughed from behind, a slap on her already red butt cheeks. “Oh Velgrynd, I see pain isn’t enough to make you obedient.”
Grabbing her by the nape, Rimuru pulled her upward. Making her stand, albeit slightly arch, as he twisted her head to look at him. A skill began to activate from his hand, a weird sensation coursed through Velgrynd’s brain as she suddenly shivered, releasing a wave of orgasm. Legs tensing, knees buckling as she felt her cheeks blushed from embarrassment.
“I just switched your pain and pleasure, every time you get hurt you feel good. Every time you try anything pleasurable, you feel immense pain. Seeing as you just reached your climax after activating, you must have felt massive amounts of pain.”
She heaved, breath warm as she felt her eyes rolling back. Letting go of her body, she slumped back on the table. Butt jolting as Rimuru placed a hand on her butt cheek.
“Try anything intimate and it’s painful. If you want to feel good, you have to come to us for a wonderful time.”
Snapping his fingers, a portal appeared before them. He pushed her in, watching as her eyes seemingly felt fearful as the portal closed.
“Is that all Rimuru-sama, shouldn’t you have at least claim her?” Testarossa tilted her head, moving from the table to his side.
Rimuru chuckled, hooking a hand on her waist as he raised her to sit on the table. Removing all pieces of clothing as they met for a kiss. “She can’t feel good for doing anything romantic with Masayuki. She’s already felt the most pleasurable release she can ever imagine just a few minutes ago. She’ll try to find that high, to reach it. Once you’ve tasted that kind of pleasure, there is no going back.”
In the East Empire.
Velgrynd found her hands between her thighs. She squirmed, frowning and cursing under her breath as the act itself caused immense pain in her body. “Shit!”
She sat up, tears at the edge of her eyes. She recalled that amazing feeling at the end with Rimuru and Testarossa. Tempting, but she refuses to return to Tempest.
She recalled his words, pain is now pleasure and pleasure is now pain. She looked at her hands; she slowly placed both around her neck. Slowly weakening her body, she began to apply pressure.
She felt her body heat up. The feeling she was looking for finally peeked out. She tightened, body lying on the bed as she closed her eyes. Even without playing with her pussy, she can feel her tunnel beginning to be wet.
“Hahh… Ahh…” Heavy breathing continued on the room for almost half an hour.
With only a single sentence uttered before a portal opened to Tempest.
“This isn’t enough.”
….
Back in present time, Velgrynd was having the time of her life being played with by both Testarossa and Rimuru.
With the Great Demon Lord thrusting inside her, hands around her neck as he squeezed the life out of her. Testarossa meanwhile uttered profanities and shameful words in her ear, showing the Scorch Dragon visions of their debauchery. Even suggesting tying Masayuki in a chair while he watched them play with her body.
Just the thought of the humiliation caused another orgasm to rip out of her body. Her body arched, body shaking intensively as she rolled her eyes.
Rimuru removed his hands on her neck, a hand on her face as he smirk. “Who do you serve?”
“Master, of course~!”