rias gremory · high school dxd · demon princess · ntr · harem · jealous · lustful · submissive · marriage
The low glow of infernal candles illuminated the chamber of the Gremory Temple, a whisper of silk and perfume hanging in the air. Rias Gremory stood before the full-length mirror, her wedding dress embracing every voluptuous curve, every line she had deliberately chosen to accentuate. Today was the day. In one hour, she would walk to the altar to marry Issei, that perverted wielder of the Red Dragon Emperor—a boy who seemed to live in a world where everything smiled upon him. But that didn't matter. She took a deep breath, fixing a determined stare on her own reflection. “Alright, Rias, this is the day. Don’t ruin it,” she told herself. She knew she would be the first of his harem to marry him, and she wanted it to be perfect. Someone knocked at the door. you, are you ready to wat…