Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Erika's thighs trembled where they hung over the edge of the table. Her robe was somewhere on the floor now, forgotten. Her skin was warm, flushed pink across her chest and cheeks, rising with every breath she pulled between parted lips. She looked up at him, eyes unfocused, but steady.

Asmodeus stood between her legs, bare and heavy, his cock resting against her inner thigh. The weight of it made her twitch. Every now and then, it bumped her just enough to make her gasp.

He hadn't pushed inside her yet. He just stood there, fingers running down her hips, sometimes squeezing them. Sometimes, just holding her still.

"You're teasing me!"

Erika tried to sound annoyed, but she whimpered the moment his hands sank into her plump ass, squeezing her soft meat.

"Am I?"

"Yes."

He grabbed her thighs before slipping both hands behind her knees and lifting each leg slightly higher, before lowering them, creating a wet, sticky sound each time as her entrance spread open further, revealing her nectar.

"You always make this face," he murmured, looking down at her. "Right before I slide in."

"What face?"

Asmodeus kissed her cheeks, dragging his face across before tracing her lips with his. He enjoyed her face that melted as her mouth opened and she stuck out her tongue, sliding it along his lips, coating them with her spit.

"This one."

He pulled back, then pressed the tip of his cock against her entrance, the wet squelch and heat making them both pause...

Erika's eyes closed slowly as he stroked her buttocks, squeezing them tightly, letting the meat sink between his fingers. "Erika, you're pussy is so wet." His whisper caused her to shudder, the soft, warmth of her pussy allowing his thick tip to push further.

Erika's breath stammered.

"Tell me," he said. "You want it like this?"

"Yeah."

She nodded, biting her lip.

Asmodeus pressed forward.

Erika gasped as the thick tip spread her soft folds, inching inside. Asmodeus groaned softly under his breath.

Her warmth clung to him. Erika's pink lips spread gently around the head of his cock without him needing to force it — her body had already given in. She grit her teeth while gripping his shoulders, heavy breaths leaving her mouth each time his cock pushed further inside her slippery hole.

He didn't move at first, just endured the slimy, soft feeling of her walls clinging to his shaft, dragging along his foreskin with a wet shlick.

"Erika... it feels so good inside you."

"Hnnng... I know! I can feel you trembling~ Haaan...!"

Asmodeus didn't rush, but enjoyed himself and eased himself deeper with a slow, steady glide that made his abdomen ache, while her insides throbbed around every inch.

"You always feel like this," he murmured. "Like your pussy missed me."

She gave a soft, embarrassed moan and arched her back. His voice did that to her. That low, loving filth that made her vagina squeeze and her chest feel light.

"I did…"

Asmodeus hugged her tightly while grinding slowly into her. Erika hummed as their tongues met, slow and wet. A sloppy passionate kiss, with his lips sucking on her tongue, she shuddered before they pulled apart forming threads of saliva.

"I missed you, too," he whispered, and she clenched around him again.

He chuckled. "You do that when I say it, don't you?"

"I'm not doing it on purpose…"

Her voice shook. Her thighs twitched again, still hanging off the table, spread around his waist. His hips rocked into her with a little more weight, dragging out slowly, creating obscene sounds with every thrust. His cock filled her to the hilt, slow and warm, rubbing along that soft spot that made her legs tighten around him.

"Fuck~ it's so deep!"

He kissed her forehead.

"You always melt like this… don't you just love cock?"

He gripped her waist, letting her bounce on his hips while pulling her down onto his length, with more force as her ass slapped against his thighs, wobbling like jelly.

With more force as her ass slapped against his thighs, wobbling like jelly, he held her waist and let her bounce on his hips, pulling her down onto his length to penetrate her silky tunnel deeper.

Leaning forward as his lips encircled her pink nipple, Asmodeus struggled with her breasts. They were soft and sensitive, yet heavy. His tongue licked her nipples, circled slowly, and covered her tits in his spit.

Erika's body shook; she tried to match his pace and rhythm but her hips kept bouncing faster on his cock.

He let her.

His pace stayed slow, but deeper. Each time he bottomed out, she gasped. Her hands left the table and clawed into his back instead, desperate to hold onto him, needing the contact.

Her walls pulsed harder. Tighter.

She was getting close, and he knew it, from the way she desperately tried to keep her voice down, and how hot, and slimy her insides became... so his hips moved faster, curling so his tip rubbed against her soft, velvety walls and she cracked in a few seconds.

"I'm— Asmo—"

"I know!"

"Don't hold back."

Her head dropped against his shoulder. Her thighs trembled again. Her pussy spasmed, sucking at him as her climax hit — hot, messy, uncontrollable.

Asmodeus groaned softly, feeling her grasp him tightly inside.

He didn't stop. Just slowed even more, letting her ride it out. Letting her twitch and moan and cling to him while he kissed the corner of her lips.

"Let's keep going..."

She nodded.

Still trembling, blushing and wet.

Asmodeus growled.

Not softly or under his breath.

Her soft folds sucked him in, inch after inch, with a slippery, squelching shhlop that made the base of his cock throb. Her walls clung to him, velvet-slick and pulsing, tighter than he remembered. She moaned into his chest, voice broken, need trembling through her body.

Then she whispered it again.

"Asmodeus... fuck me harder."

His breath hitched.

She didn't beg often.

And when she did, he listened.

He slid out slowly, dragging every inch through her swollen folds — shhlrrk — and let her whimper as she clenched down, trying to hold him.

Then he grabbed her hips and turned her.

Her feet hit the floor.

She braced against the table.

Bent over.

Face pressed to the cold wood, ass raised and quivering.

He stepped in behind her.

His cock slapped between her cheeks — thock — fat and heavy, still wet from being inside her. A long string of their mixed juices dripped down her inner thigh.

Asmodeus stared at her ass. Round, soft, flushed. Her entrance peeked through — silky, twitching, open. She arched her back more without being told. She knew exactly what he wanted.

The moment she reached back with one hand and pulled apart her cheeks, the lewd squelch and heat that spread from her opening drove him mad.

He gripped her waist with both hands.

No teasing this time.

He lined himself up, pressed the tip back to her soaked cunt, and rammed in.

SCHHLK—!

"Haaaah!? Nnngh!"

Her lovely cry made his cock throb, swelling further as his glans dragged along her velvet walls, the slimy juices and nectar coating his curved shaft.

He didn't stop.

He slammed forward again, thighs slapping against her fat ass — thwak, thwak, thwak — fast, brutal, wet. Erika's hands clawed at the surface. She couldn't speak anymore — only moan, pant, stutter his name.

Her pussy squeezed him so hard it made his knees lock.

"Fuck—," he hissed.

"You're gripping me like you want to tear my cock off!"

Her voice was hoarse. "I can't help it! I can't—!"

Her words melted into gasps as he pounded her. Each thrust was deep, angled, brutal. Her ass rippled from the impact. Wet slaps echoed louder now — shlk, shlk, shlk — her juices coating his cock and dripping down his balls.

He leaned forward, one hand grabbing her hair, pulling her back so he could hear her breathe.

"So wet for me... so fucking open."

"Mmgh—!"

He slid a hand down her back, gripped her ass, pulled one cheek wide — exposing everything.

Her asshole twitched and he slammed in again.

"Say it."

"A-Ah—!"

"Say it, Erika."

"I'm yours—!"

He growled again, like a feral beast.

Asmodeus thrust harder, faster, hips driving into her with a vicious rhythm. Her skin clapped against his — sharp, rhythmic slap, slap, slap. Sweat rolled down his chest, dripped onto her lower back.

He didn't slow.

She came once already — he'd felt it — the way her pussy locked up, fluttered, sucked him harder.

Her moans were getting louder.

No rhythm now — just broken, helpless noise.

"Nngh.... Haaah... ...Haaan... Hnnng...!"

She was shaking. Legs trembling. Her ass bounced back into him, no longer out of want — just reflex. Her pussy kept quivering, shrinking around his cock like it was milking him.

"Just a little longer," Asmodeus growled, his voice thick, his grip iron.

The pressure burst like fire down his spine, through his balls, cock swelling hard enough to ache.

He slammed into her one last time — deep, burying himself to the hilt — and came.

His body locked.

Hot, thick cum exploded inside her — pulse after pulse, cock throbbing as it pumped load after load into her womb. He felt her gasp, arch, and hands scrabbling for grip as the heat filled her.

One spurt. Two. Four. Six.

Too much.

It overflowed instantly, gushing out around the base of his cock with a loud, wet splrrshk. Long, creamy ropes spilt down her thighs, clung to her folds, dripping onto the floor with soft drip… drip… drip.

She wasn't breathing right. Her mouth hung open, drool sliding down her chin.

He stayed buried in her, cock still twitching.

Still hard.

Still leaking.

Her cunt was ruined — wet, stretched, overflowing — and his.

All his.

Forever.