A pleasant shudder ran through the devil’s body as he recalled what his Lady had just done. How she had tortured this insolent piece of flesh with his past, using the ghosts following him to create spirits. That and her earlier stopping an escapee by crushing his skull with her bare hands was enough to set his blood aflame.
Her malicious grin, how she petted the snake-like revenge-spirit affectionately while she watched the man wreathing and screaming in pain...
And he had thought Shalltear’s fetishes were messed up. Evidently his were on par with hers, since the memory of the thing he had witnessed made him want to lay with Lady Marlianken again. Over and over again he tried to remind himself of the things wrong about his want for the Supreme now occupying the shower in his tent on the farm.
It was maddening. He knew she was fine with him wanting her, he knew she would enjoy it to the fullest. After all she had made it clear; all he needed to do was ask! It was also clear that she wouldn’t say a single word if she felt the need. All because she refused to do anything she considered taking advantage of her position.
Demiurge’s tail lashed around wildly, as he tried to keep his nature in check.
It was simple. All he needed to do was go in there and he’d be able to have her again. Feel how she raked her fingernails over his flesh; hear how she moaned for him in this unabashed manner...
The devil shook his head. He needed to focus on something else! She was his Lady, he respected her greatly. Not just as the Supreme Being she was, but also as the woman he came to know.
Desperately clinging to rationality, he ran his hands over his face and through his hair. Distraction! He stood so sudden, his knees popped. With quick steps, he made his way for his working space, only to freeze in place as he passed the door to the bathroom.
His ears twitched and he strained his hearing. His mind was playing him tricks just now, right?
Behind the loud rush of running water he could clearly hear it: wonderful muffled moans.
Rationality instantly went out the window. No longer capable of thinking, Demiurge undressed without really paying attention to anything more than the sound of his Lady trying to hold her moaning back while standing in his shower. Barely undressed, he already reached for the doorknob and turned it.
He was greeted by thick fog and the sight of her back through the glass panel keeping the shower and the rest of the bath separated, just as her wings flared open and she shudderingly came undone.
Hungrily licking his lips, he got closer. The succubus wasn’t recognizing his presence. She was just standing there, fingernails of one hand buried in the tiles, leaving small holes, panting and the hand between her legs shaking. She supported her weight against the wall, her legs shaking crazily.
How he loved to see her like this; soaked to the bone and wrecked by an orgasm.
As he reached her, he carefully traced his hands over her shoulders and she jerked, but instantly leaned back into his touch. Grinning, he traced he lips along her neck without really touching it, only to sweetly whisper into her ear. “You should have said that it’s this bad.”
Her only answer was rolling her hips back, pressing her rear against his hard member and the devil groaned. Cupping her chin, he forced her to turn her head and what he saw in her eyes at the same time shocked and aroused the devil.
The playful, cheeky woman he knew was gone, only the succubus overrun by bestial need was left. Again she bucked her rear against him and the devil nearly lost his mind.
“Demiurge ... please ... it hurts ...”
He drowned her words in a passionate kiss and his free hand trailed down her body and between her legs, joining hers, encouraging hers to massage her clit while he slipped his fingers inside her.
The demoness moaned into their kiss and the devil allowed himself to let go of her chin and gently hold on to her throat instead, before he released her lips. Pulling her back flush against his chest with his tail, he kept pumping his fingers in her and gently nipped on her ear, relishing in the sounds of her moans.
“I know ... my apologies for making you wait.”
In front of him, his Lady shuddered and bucked into their joined hands working her over the edge, his name falling from her lips and he barely managed to restrain his urge to crash her frail body into the wall and just take her.
Having sex with her was always a special occasion, he wouldn’t dare ruin it by ending himself too fast!
But damn she was already so deliciously weakened. Her wings pressed against his abdomen as she shuddering came again, but they no longer possessed enough strength to push him away. Trembling she dropped against him, her legs threatening to give out. He nuzzled his nose into her hair, pulling her hand away from her clit and she winced and yet again bucked against him.
This needy side of her would one day end him for sure!
“Marlianken ...” He growled. “Will you surrender to me?”
“Yes!” Her voice sounded so desperate, Demiurge had to actively fight his own greedy nature for control.
“Then let’s have it this way: You’ll use your racial magic to get me back up every time I say it. Agreed?”
“Yes! Please ...” How it was possible for her to sound even more desperate and needy was beyond the devil. Cubi overrun by their nature were beyond anything he understood. But he perfectly understood that his Lady needed him to fuck her senseless and he gladly gave her that.
Without further words, he pressed her fragile body against the wall, roamed his hands up over her body and pinned her arms down next to her head. Bucking into her, he signalled her to stand on her tiptoes and she instantly did. The devil nipped on her exposed neck before tugging on her earrings with his fangs, as he slipped his cock between her legs and rubbed it against her with slight pressure upwards.
Blindly searching for entrance, he growled lowly into her ear and she whined a moan in return, moving her hips to help him in his search. The second he caught onto her entrance, it was her pushing down. No hesitation, no time adjusting or anything. Just her blind need to be taken and it had the devil almost burst from just that alone.
She was so hot, so slick, still tightened up from coming more often in a row than he felt comfortable imagining, since she had been alone in that shower way too long before he had managed to scrape up the guts to join her.
That needy impatience was something he had encountered once or twice back when they were all alone, when he himself had been experiencing the curse of Cubi heat and even through the rush of it all; he managed to scold himself for making her wait. It wasn’t like he didn’t know how torturous it was to withstand it, and he hadn’t had the doubtful pleasure of experiencing the effects of sexual-withdrawal Cubi could experience.
“Easy… “ Still he growled, his demonic nature drowning out his rational mind. “I’m going to take good care of you.” Again he nipped on her ear and she shuddered and bucked into him, no longer able of giving any other answer.
Carefully he started thrusting into her, his hands wandering up her pinned up arms to her hands, entwining their fingers and squeezing.
