"Another drink, ma'am"
Rias Gremory stifles the need to sigh as she nods to the bartender, who nods back respectfully and goes to mix her another of what she already has in front of her. Staring down into the nearly empty glass, Rias is left alone with her thoughts once more… not an enviable state of being considering the night she's having.
It had been ten years to the day since she'd married Issei Hyoudou, the Red Dragon Emperor. A few years longer than that since she'd reincarnated him into her peerage as a devil, using all eight of her pawns to do so. Issei was a King in his own right by this point of course, with his own set of Evil Pieces that he'd used to expand his harem even further.
But Rias Gremory was and always would be his wife. That should have counted for something, right? That should have meant something. And to be fair, she was pretty sure it did. Issei loved her, Rias didn't doubt that. And she thought she still loved him, even after all this time.
It was just… it was selfish. Her desires were purely selfish. Rias recognized that fact, and that's why it was so hard to figure out what to do. But really, she'd married an infamous pervert. A lecherous lout. And she herself was quite the looker, right? So those two things combined should have meant she was constantly getting some from her husband… right?
You'd think so, but no. In fact, in the last ten years, Rias could count the number of times she and Issei had had sex on one hand. Just one hand. It was intolerable, especially for someone like her. She might not have had the reputation back at Kuoh that Issei did, but Rias was still a very sexual creature. She was nothing if not lustful. And yet, so rarely had she actually got to enjoy her lust.
Sure, she had intimate relations with some of the other women in her husband's harems. The ones who were bisexual. Like Akeno, for instance. She and Akeno could get up to all sorts of shenanigans and it wasn't really cheating, because they were both Issei's women. Besides, it was always fun to tease Issei with pictures and videos of her and Akeno's time together.
… It wasn't the same as actually getting dicked down, however. Even with toys, it wasn't the same. And frankly, as much as Rias loved her Queen, Akeno couldn't completely quell Rias' loneliness.
Of course, all of this wasn't Issei's fault. Not truly. That got back to Rias feeling like her desires were purely selfish in nature. See, Issei would have probably been fucking her every single night if he could. He would have been all over her every moment of the day, Rias figured. There were just a few issues with that.
Number One, his harem seemed to be ever-expanding. This one was at least a little bit his fault. Rias couldn't exactly begrudge her husband his dream, not when he'd been upfront about it from the very first moment they'd met, but she COULD begrudge him being super bad at scheduling. Having dozens of women vying for his attention and not knowing how to manage them or even fill out a planner left Issei hopping around like a demented rabbit at times.
Number Two, he was incredibly busy even outside of harem shenanigans. Her husband might have started life as a lowly pawn, but he was also fortunate enough to be born with the Boosted Gear welded onto his soul. This made him the bearer of Ddraig the Great Welsh and gave Issei truly unlimited potential.
And he'd met that potential time and time again, Rias had to give her husband that. The only issue was… in doing so, Issei had become increasingly important. He was as powerful as a Great Satan at this point, the equivalent of a Super Devil. That meant when there were problems, he was almost always called upon to try and handle them.
Which brought them to Number Three. Issei's Dragon Nature. Effectively, if there was any danger to Issei, to his women, or to his belongings, his body would enter combat mode and he would literally be incapable of having sex. It was a form of sexual impotency, though thankfully not a permanent one. There was just one big issue with that though… the world was never truly at peace. And the stronger Issei had gotten, the more people and places he'd come to consider to be under his protection.
He wasn't a tyrant. He wasn't a conqueror. He was a protector through and through. Rias loved that about him, truly she did… but she also hated it about him because it left her out to dry time and time again.
Case in point, Rias Gremory was sitting at this bar alone on the night of her ten year anniversary to her husband because Issei had been called away again to put out another fire. If he'd actually remembered it was their anniversary, maybe he might have asked someone else to handle the issue… but it was obvious he hadn't.
No flowers. No chocolates. She hadn't even gotten a kiss, because they actually hadn't seen each other today. And sure, they were both busy people… but this day of all days?
The bartender returns and Rias sighs, taking the drink from him and guzzling half of it down in one go. As a Devil, her constitution is much stronger than a human's… which is why she ordered the strongest possible drink in the place.
As she does so, she turns and looks behind her. It's not just a bar, but a whole ass set up. But then, what could Rias expect from an American Establishment?
She didn't want anyone she knew to see her tonight. She couldn't go to any of her local watering holes, because someone who knew tonight was her and Issei's anniversary would realize she was all alone. That had left Japan completely out.
Instead, Rias found herself at a rather rowdy place in the Southern portion of America. One where they not only had strong alcohol, but also a mechanical bull of all things. As she sips from the second half of her drink more slowly, Rias looks over at the riding bull and the group of men surrounding it, cheering on the guy currently trying to stay on top.
"You got this Bart!"
"Get 'er done!"
They're almost cute in how… stereotypical they all are. Except for one way, a way that Rias found most vexing. Nobody had tried to hit on her yet.
It wasn't… it wasn't like she wanted anyone to hit on her. Really! She would never cheat on Issei… even if he was never there for her. Even if he'd forgotten their anniversary… and her birthday a bit ago… oh and Valentine's Day that year. Truly, she loved her husband, flaws and all.
But still, it would have been nice. A little bit of validation on a sucky night would have gone a long way. Unfortunately, the only person in the entire joint who had been willing to interact with her so far had been the bartender, and he'd been perfectly professional.
Rias knew why, of course. Back at Kuoh, when she was younger, she'd already been a stunner. A total looker. She was drop dead gorgeous even then, and she totally rocked the Kuoh Academy Girl's Uniform with her beautiful, bountiful bombshell body.
Now though… well, she'd had over a decade to grow further. She was a little taller and she'd filled out even more in all the right places. She'd gone from drop dead gorgeous to damn near untouchable. And that was the issue. She was unapproachable. Not just because she was probably the most beautiful woman that these American Men had ever seen, but because she wasn't actually a woman at all. Rather, she wasn't HUMAN.
She was too perfect. Being a Devil made her beauty slightly supernatural, and the men were being scared away. Their own instincts were screaming at them that she was either a succubus out to steal their souls, or simply so far out of their league that they shouldn't even try.
Of course, it didn't help that she was wearing business casual attire. Between her suit jacket, pencil skirt, and thigh highs, she probably came across like some high-ranking business executive who could buy this whole place and have it shut down and bulldozed within a day.
All of that was to say, it didn't make it suck anymore that nobody was so much as willing to spare her a second glance. Oh they'd all certainly check her out when they first noticed her, but upon realizing she was seemingly too good to be true, their gazes would stay firmly off of her.
Intolerable. It was all so… intolerable. And staring at the mechanical bull, Rias suddenly has an idea. Perhaps it's a terrible idea. Perhaps she's a little too drunk for this shit. But at the same time… she can't help herself. Licking her lips, Rias looks down into her glass for a moment before draining the rest of it and putting it on the counter.
The bartender starts to move over to her again, but Rias is already standing up and unbuttoning her jacket. She pulls it off, revealing a sleeveless blouse underneath that barely manages to contain her massive breasts. Combined with her short skirt and stockings, she knows she looks good as she strides across the room.
Just in time too, because the guy who was already riding the mechanical bull is hurled off a moment later, right as Rias comes sauntering up. As the other men all either groan or laugh at the guy, Rias slips past them all before anyone else can call dibs on the bull.
Silence falls when the beautiful, vivacious red head hops up onto the mechanical bull with just a bit more strength then someone like her should have. As she straddles the machine, all eyes are suddenly on her in spite of their instincts telling them to stay away. Slightly tipsy, but mostly just lonely, Rias Gremory leans back and basks in the masculine attention for a moment, smirking softly. It was fine if they looked, right? It wasn't cheating… it was just fine.
Of course, even the operator was staring. Eventually, Rias just has to look at him and raise an eyebrow.
"Well?"
That finally gets him back to work. Hesitating for a moment, he flicks a switch on his panel and Rias feels the bull begin to buck beneath her. However, it's much slower and gentler than what the rider before her experienced. It IS still enough to make her breasts bounce in her blouse quite merrily, but Rias is never going to fall off like this.
"Faster!"
Her barked command is followed without question, and Rias gasps as she feels the bull buck beneath her, the saddle pressing up against her panty-clad crotch under her skirt. She shivers in delight, enjoying the fast-paced jolting motions more then she probably should have. It's just… it's been so long. Years, even, since her and Issei had sex. Toys just don't do the trick, truth be told.
Though to be fair, this too is just one big toy. And it alone wouldn't do the trick. However, the bull's movements combined with all these eyes on her… Rias quivers in delight. She's enjoying this far more than she should. In fact, she should probably put a stop to it right this moment.
"F-Faster!"
Instead, she demands the operator make the bull go faster… and he does. Her tits are truly swinging all over the place, even as her thighs are clamped down on the bull, straddling the mechanical thing quite easily. The truth is, even if it was turned up to max speed… Rias will never fall off. She physically can't, not as a Devil. She's so much stronger, faster, and more powerful than humans it's not even funny.
Slowly, the crowd of onlookers grows. And slowly, they begin to realize that Rias is apparently a verified cowgirl, because she's riding the mechanical bull like a professional. Her image as the unapproachable business executive is successfully tarnished as she moans and throws her head back, whipping her long red locks back and forth. Finally…
"Work it, girl!"
"Goddamn that's impressive! You're something else, lady!"
"Fuck yeah! Those have to be the biggest tits I've ever seen! Bigger than my head!"
"Hah, not bigger than YOUR head, Jeremiah! But certainly bigger than most!"
Rias beams, finally feeling a little less lonely. There's nothing quite like knowing you're desired. She would never let any of these men actually touch her, of course. She'd never betray Issei like that. But if Issei could forget their anniversary and leave her all alone to go and save the world for the umpteenth time, then she could let some strangers in a random American Bar stare at her, right?
"Take your top off!"
"Strip for us!"
"Show us those tits!"
Wait, what? Rias startles as the catcalling suddenly becomes far more… intense. Suddenly, they go from simply admiring her to actively demanding things of her. Taking her shirt off? Here, in this place? A scowl begins to form on Rias' beautiful face. She might be a little tipsy, but she wasn't THAT drunk!
However, before she can say anything, the operator suddenly turns up the speed again, this time without her input. Whether it's because he sees her getting angry, because he simply wants to, or because he's required to by his job or something… it doesn't matter. He does it and before Rias can truly get upset, a fresh jolt rushes up through her body as the mechanical bull bucks even harder under her.
She blushes as a particularly wanton moan leaves her parted plump lips… and the men get even rowdier.
"Fucking bitch is loving it!"
"Enjoying the ride?! Then give us a show!"
"It's only fair!"
… Maybe they're right. Maybe… maybe it's only fair. Rias shivers at the thought. She knows she shouldn't. All of her previous excuses fall away if she goes down this path. And yet… and yet… she doesn't want to disappoint her new worshippers. She doesn't want the ride to end. She doesn't want any of this to end.
Blushing profusely, Rias goes 'no hands' as she brings them up to her blouse and begins unbuttoning it instead. The crowd goes absolutely wild as she not only shows that the bucking machine can't dislodge her, but also pulls off her top, showing her red lacy bra and her massive tits. She'd worn the red bra tonight because she knew it was Issei's favorite and she'd held out hope that he hadn't truly forgotten. She figured there was still a chance he might surprise her, and in turn she wanted to surprise him.
But… no. It was just her and a bunch of American strangers watching her ride a mechanical bull. And now without her top.
"Fuck yeah!"
"Wooo baby, now that's a racy brassiere darling!"
"Someone was expecting to get down and dirty tonight!"
Rias blushes but also beams, enjoying the way their tones all turn positive again. Unfortunately, it doesn't last long.
"The bra now too, darling!"
"We said we wanted to see those tits, didn't we?"
"Come on babe, give us a show!"
… She doesn't hesitate that long this time. Perhaps because it's too easy. All Rias has to do is reach back behind her, unclasp her bra… and the rapid motions she's currently going through atop the bull do the rest. The bra falls away and she finds herself with her chest exposed to the crowd, who all hoot and holler like it's the best thing they've ever seen.
To be fair, it almost definitely is the best thing they've ever seen. Rias knows her worth. She knows her value. They're all getting a positively spectacular show right now and she basks in their adoration and excitement, even as she bounces upon the bucking bull, her pussy sopping wet.
How can it not be? Not only is the bull stimulating her like nothing else by this point, but so are the men. They don't even have to touch her either. They're fucking her with their eyes as her massive tits bounce all over the place, her rock hard nipples on full display.
She's giving them quite a show… and yet even then, it's apparently not enough.
"Take off the skirt!"
"Show us those panties!"
"They as red and lacy as the bra, doll face?"
They were, of course. Rias blushes and does as she's told, really enjoying it at this point. She knows she shouldn't. Even discarding the fact that she's a married woman, she's also a daughter of House Gremory. She's supposed to be above this sort of thing. She's supposed to be better then these human men.
And yet, she needs this. She's been so lonely, so repressed, and so deprived for so long that it's like a switch has been flicked. Pulling off her skirt and revealing her red lace panties causes the crowd to go even wilder… and she thinks she even sees a couple of men with their dicks out, jacking off to the sight of her.
At this point, the bull is going full speed and she's even wetter than before. She's so turned on right now, she thinks that she might do anything these men tell her to do. Except… there are no more orders. There's no more demands. They wolf whistle, catcall, and cheer her on some more, but they're apparently done telling her what to do.
It's a little disappointing, admittedly. But as Rias is expertly riding the mechanical bull, the thing spinning in a circle while bucking up and down under her… she finds herself noting the bartender over behind the bar that she'd left behind. He's cleaning a glass, but like everyone else, he's watching her with wide eyes and an open mouth, truly amazed by her.
In that instant, Rias has a dirty, naughty idea. A bad one, one that she knows she should discard immediately. And yet… she can't help herself. She's extracted all the fun and pleasure that can be had from the bull and the crowd surrounding her. And so…
Bull still bucking away rather wildly, Rias rises to her feet, showing off insane balance and dexterity as she stands astride the rapidly moving machine. Everyone gapes in amazement as she then does a back flip off of the machine, landing easily and sending her tits jiggling all over the place. There's silence for a moment before the entire crowd cheers in delight. Rias just smirks and, wearing nothing but her panties, stockings, and heels, she collects her skirt, bra, and top and slings them over her shoulder as she walks back over to the bar.
Then, she walks back behind the bar, much to the surprise and confusion of the bartender. As he turns towards her, Rias gives him a bright smile.
"Still need to settle my tab, don't I?"
And then drops into a perfect butterfly squat, disappearing out of the view of the rest of the establishment behind the bar, even as she reaches out and swiftly works open the bartender's belt buckle and pants in record time. His cock comes flopping out onto her face and Rias doesn't hesitate to take him into her mouth.
"H-Holy fuck…"
Heh, nothing holy about it, but of course Rias can't say that with her mouth full. She just winks up at the bartender instead, bobbing up and down on his cock while fondling his balls with one hand and stuffing her hand down the front of her drenched panties with the other.
As she fingers herself, the bartender has to brace himself on the bar, groaning in appreciation of her efforts. And of course, the crowd from before can't help but question him seeing as they can't actually see what's happening.
"Yo, is she sucking your cock back there man?!"
"Fuck, John is getting head from the sexy chick!"
"That girl is scary! Did you see that backflip?!"
"Yeah, what is she, some sort of big-tittied ninja or something?!"
Rias mostly tunes out their words, especially since they're no longer talking to her really. In fact, after John the Bartender just groans and shakes his head, refusing to answer their questions despite it being obvious what's happening, they mostly turn towards talking to one another ABOUT her instead.
Fine by her. She's more than happy to focus on the sloppy toppy that she's giving the bartender right now, swirling her tongue this way and that rather wildly as she watches him struggle to keep working even with her going to town on his dick. He deserves this sort of special attention. Why? Because he's the only one who was even willing to interact with Rias before she got on that bull. And frankly, he's handsome enough that she could see herself with him, under different circumstances.
Fingers working away at her own pussy, breasts bouncing with every bob of her head, Rias gets more and more aggressive as she goes, until she's fully taking