I Was Reborn in Another World, But I Awoke Inside a Corpse

Chapter 308: The Reward She Chose (18+)

The moon hung low over Lilyshade Vale, casting its violet light across the crystalline bridges and whispering groves. Emberlight was asleep—at peace—but for two figures who remained on the quiet balcony of Asmodeus's citadel, overlooking a world they were helping to shape.

She stood beside him in silence, golden-blonde hair glimmering in the ambient glow, eyes reflecting a thousand thoughts.

Isaac leaned on the railing, arms folded loosely. "You've done a lot," he said softly. "Not just today. Always."

Asmodeus turned toward him, lips curled faintly. "And yet," she said, "you never ask what I want."

He tilted his head. "Then ask."

She stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on his chest. "I want something tonight. Not tomorrow. Not in whispers. Not through shared burdens or noble declarations."

Her voice was softer than velvet. "I want to be yours. And I want you to be mine. No titles. No realm. No command."

Isaac studied her—this woman who had once ruled a kingdom of shadow, who had turned it into a sanctuary of warmth, who had stood beside him not for power, but because she saw him.

And he nodded.

"I've always been yours," he said simply.

No more words were needed.

Their hands found each other naturally, fingers interlacing, warm and sure.

She led him gently down the quiet corridor of her private wing. The doors closed behind them with a hush, the wards sealing not in protection—but in privacy.

With a playful smirk, Asmodeus pushed Isaac, causing him to fall back onto the bed. He landed with a soft bounce, his black eyes darkening with desire as he watched her approach. She crawled towards him, her movements a sinuous dance that was both mesmerizing and tantalizing. Her fingers ghosted over the fabric of his pants, tracing the outline of his growing erection before she dipped her head to meet his gaze.

Slowly, teasingly, she used her mouth to unzip his pants, her teeth grazing the metal tab as she pulled it down. Isaac's breath hitched as his large, throbbing penis sprang free, the sight of it making Asmodeus's lips part in a hungry moan. To her, his dick was the most delectable treat, a feast she was eager to devour.

She licked her lips, her tongue darting out to taste the salty pre-cum that beaded at the tip of his cock. Isaac groaned, his hips bucking involuntarily as she took him into her mouth. She was relentless, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him deeper, her throat constricting around the head of his dick. The sensation was overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and the sweet ache of needing more.

Isaac's hands found their way into her hair, gripping the blonde strands as she worked her magic. She didn't gag or falter, instead, she took him even deeper, her eyes watering slightly as his cock hit the back of her throat. The sight of her submission, her willingness to please him, was intoxicating.

Asmodeus pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to his glistening dick. She looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she took a deep breath and prepared to take him all the way again. This time, she didn't stop until the end of his penis was buried deep in her throat, her nose brushing against his abdomen.

The feeling of her throat massaging his cock was too much for Isaac to bear. With a guttural moan, he felt his orgasm building, a tight coil of pleasure that was about to snap. "Fuck, Asmodeus, I'm going to come," he warned, but she only sucked harder, her eyes never leaving his.

With a final thrust, Isaac released, his semen pumping into her throat in hot, thick spurts. Asmodeus swallowed greedily, her throat working to take every drop. The sensation of her drinking him down was exquisite, and Isaac couldn't help but let out a shaky laugh at the sheer intensity of his orgasm.

As the aftershocks subsided, Asmodeus released his softening cock from her mouth with a satisfied pop. She wiped the corner of her mouth with a delicate finger, a smug smile playing on her lips as she looked up at Isaac. "Delicious," she purred, her voice a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

They both began to undress, their clothes falling away to reveal their naked bodies. Isaac's eyes roamed over Asmodeus's form, taking in the sight of her full breasts, the rosy peaks of her nipples, and the tantalizing curve of her hips. She was a vision of lust and desire, a goddess made flesh.

Isaac lay back on the bed, his cock twitching with renewed vigor as Asmodeus straddled him. She positioned herself over his dick, her wet pussy grazing the tip as she teased them both. Slowly, she lowered herself onto him, her walls stretching to accommodate his girth. The sensation of her tight, wet heat enveloping him was almost too much to bear.

Asmodeus began to move, her hips rocking back and forth as she rode him. Isaac's hands gripped her waist, his fingers digging into her soft skin as he thrust up to meet her. Their bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, each stroke, each moan, bringing them closer to the edge.

Isaac could feel the pressure building inside him again, the need to claim her, to fill her with his seed. Asmodeus leaned down, her breasts pressing against his chest as she kissed him deeply. Their tongues dueled, a mimicry of the act their bodies were performing.

With a final, powerful thrust, Isaac came, his semen flooding Asmodeus's pussy. She cried out, her own orgasm milking him for every last drop. They lay there, entwined, their bodies slick with sweat and their breaths coming in ragged gasps.

But Isaac was not done yet. He had been practicing a special technique, a way to extend his pleasure and hers. With a focus born of desire, he willed another cock to grow beside the first. Asmodeus's eyes widened in surprise and delight as she watched it rise, thick and ready for her.

"By the abyss, Isaac, you never cease to amaze me," she breathed, her eyes filled with lust as she gazed at his dual cocks. She positioned herself over the new addition, her pussy still dripping with his cum. With a swift movement, she impaled herself on it, her ass cheeks clapping against his thighs as she took him deep.

Isaac groaned, the sight of her bouncing on his cock driving him wild. He reached around to grip her ass, spreading her cheeks so he could watch his cock slide in and out of her. Asmodeus moaned, the feeling of being so completely filled sending her into a frenzy of pleasure.

But Isaac had more in store for her. With his other cock, he pressed against the tight ring of her anus. Asmodeus stilled, her breath hitching as he slowly pushed inside. The sensation of being doubly penetrated was overwhelming, a mix of pain and pleasure that had her screaming his name.

Isaac set a rhythm, his hips pumping as he fucked her pussy and ass simultaneously. Asmodeus was lost in a sea of ecstasy, her body a plaything for his cocks. She came again, her orgasm triggering Isaac's own. He pounded into her, his semen filling her pussy and ass in hot, messy spurts.

 Isaac's breath was a ragged melody, punctuating the symphony of their shared desire. His black hair clung to his forehead, damp with the exertion of their endless lust. Asmodeus, the Great Demon of Lust, lay beneath him, her blonde locks splayed across the rumpled sheets like a halo of sin. Her violet eyes, heavy with arousal, locked onto his, reflecting the depth of their connection.

They had been entwined for hours, their bodies moving in an ancient dance that knew no fatigue. The room was thick with the musk of sex, a scent that clung to their skin and lingered in the air, a testament to their unyielding passion. Isaac's hands roamed Asmodeus's body, tracing the curves of her hips, the swell of her breasts, and the softness of her thighs. Her skin was a canvas, and his touch was the brush that brought it to life.

Asmodeus arched her back, pressing herself against him, her body a vessel for his insatiable need. She was the Succubus Queen, a being of pure desire, and yet, in Isaac's arms, she was simply his—her heart, her soul, her very essence, bound to him in a dance of ecstasy that transcended the physical realm.

With a growl that rumbled from deep within his chest, Isaac positioned himself at her entrances, the duality of his arousal a unique gift that only he could bestow upon her. Asmodeus's eyes fluttered closed, anticipation building within her as she felt the blunt heads of his cocks nudge against her slick folds and the tight pucker of her ass.

"Fuck me, my love," she whispered, her voice a sultry purr that fanned the flames of Isaac's desire. "Take me as only you can."

With a thrust that seemed to echo through the very fabric of reality, Isaac sheathed himself fully within her. The sensation of being filled by him, of being stretched to the brink of pleasure and pain, sent a shockwave of ecstasy coursing through Asmodeus's body. Her moans filled the room, a symphony of lust that spurred Isaac onward.

He established a rhythm that was both frenzied and deliberate, each stroke of his cocks stoking the fire that burned within them both. Asmodeus's body responded instinctively, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her walls clenching around him, milking him for all he was worth.

Their lovemaking was a tempest, a whirlwind of carnal desires that neither wanted to end. Isaac's hands found Asmodeus's breasts, his fingers teasing her nipples into hard peaks as he continued to drive into her. She cried out, her body quivering on the precipice of release.

"You're mine, Asmodeus," Isaac groaned, his voice laced with a possessive hunger that thrilled her to her core.

"Yes, Isaac, only yours," she panted, her body trembling beneath him.

Their eyes met, and in that moment, they were the only two beings in the universe. Nothing else mattered but the connection they shared, the pleasure they gave and received. Isaac's pace quickened, his hips snapping against hers with an urgency that signaled his impending release.

Asmodeus felt the familiar tightening in her belly, the telltale sign that she was about to shatter into a thousand pieces. She clung to Isaac, her nails digging into his back as she surrendered to the waves of her orgasm. Her pussy and ass spasmed around his cocks, the intensity of her climax triggering his own.

With a guttural roar, Isaac buried himself to the hilt within her, his cocks pulsing as he emptied his seed deep into her willing body. Jet after jet of his hot cum filled her, the sensation of it overflowing and dripping down her thighs only serving to prolong her pleasure.

Spent and sated, Isaac collapsed onto the bed beside Asmodeus, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. She turned to him, a contented smile playing on her lips as she felt the warmth of his seed within her. It was a reminder of their union, a testament to the love they shared.

As the hours passed, their bodies remained entwined, their passion sated but not extinguished. The room was a sanctuary, a temple to their lust, and within its walls, they were free to explore the depths of their desire.

Days turned into weeks, and their lovemaking became a ritual, a sacred act that bound them together in ways that words could never describe. Asmodeus's belly began to swell, a visible sign of the life that Isaac had planted within her. The knowledge that she carried his child only served to deepen their connection, to intensify the love they shared.

Isaac's hands often found their way to her growing stomach, his touch tender and reverent. Asmodeus would watch him, her heart swelling with love as she saw the pride and wonder in his eyes. She was carrying his child, a product of their unbridled passion, and the thought of it filled her with an indescribable joy.

Their love was a force of nature, a tempest that refused to be tamed. And as they lay together, their bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, they knew that they were bound together by something far greater than themselves. They were two souls, intertwined by fate, their love an eternal flame that would burn brightly for all eternity.

Asmodeus's pregnancy progressed, and their lovemaking adapted to accommodate her changing body. Isaac was attentive and gentle, always mindful of her comfort and pleasure. He worshipped her body, exploring every curve and contour with a reverence that left her breathless.