Chapter 858: Serena’s Warning
Asmodeus leaned back against his chair and glanced up at Serena.
His empress stood before him with one hand still raised near her lips, silver eyes half closed as she slowly dragged her tongue between her fingers. Sticky white threads clung to her pale skin, stretching each time she pulled away, only for her to gather them with the tip of her tongue and swallow with a satisfied hum.
"Serena..."
"Mm? What’s the matter, darling, is it not enough?"
He couldn’t help but scoff, turning his face to the side, trying to maintain his composure.
"You look far too pleased with yourself."
"Fufufu! Of course, I am." She smiled, shamelessly licking another streak from her thumb. "I arrived worried about my husband and found him healthy, vigorous and enjoying himself with another woman. Why would I not be pleased?"
’Just how much did he pound the poor woman to make her pussy so swollen... Wow, it’s still leaking!’
Serena chuckled at the sight of the room and Gretel’s state.
Her eyes shifted back to her husband, his cock swaying with each slight movement or breath as it pulsed more thick translucent sap down its shaft.
’He truly is a man ruled by his cock...’
Gretel gave a weak sound from the desk, her legs spread apart like a frog displaying her soft, swollen red lips to the world as they oozed with a thick stream of Asmodeus’s semen. "I... I should be ashamed... forgive me... Your Majesty..."
"Should you?" Serena turned her gaze toward the ruined oni. "Well... Haha... You look more satisfied than ashamed."
Gretel’s ears flushed, but she had no strength to deny it.
Though she apologised, Serena didn’t seem to hear it or care.
Asmodeus stood from the chair, approaching her as he pulled what remained of Gretel’s skirt down enough to give her some dignity.
It did very little to help; her uniform was torn, her stockings were ruined, and the traces of their night still dripped from various parts of her red skin.
Serena watched him work with a smirk.
"My darling, you are wiping her down so lovingly, and yet..." she reached out, slowly wrapping her hand around his shaft, her eyes narrowing into sharp slits. "Well, I guess I can let you off for now..."
"I am cleaning the woman I just ruined."
"How considerate."
"She cannot move to clean herself. What else can I do?"
"Wow, so you truly are considerate?"
’This pretentious prick... when he rams me from behind, there’s never this gentle aftercare... he just keeps going, over and over again.’
Asmodeus glanced back.
Serena lifted her sleeve again, hiding the lower half of her face, though her eyes curved with open mockery.
"Do not glare at me. I am praising you."
"Yeah, those eyes give your true thoughts away... have you forgotten the number of times I’ve done this for you?"
"Huh!?" Serena’s eyes widened as she quickly squeezed his cock. "Care to say that again, you cheating bastard!?"
Asmodeus caught her wrist, firmly enough that Serena’s lips trembled slightly.
"Don’t get carried away, Serena."
Her silver eyes trembled with delight rather than fear. A single word from Asmodeus changed her entire being, her posture shifting as she sank her teeth into her lower lip. Though a portion of her anger remained, beneath it stirred his beloved wife, greedy for the correction she had provoked.
"You came here acting bold," he said, looking down at her. "Am I the only one who thinks with their cock, who is the woman who desperately begs me each night to stay in her chambers, despite being another woman’s turn?!"
Serena’s fingers twitched around his shaft.
"I..."
"Who holds your hips down and stops you when you start squirting so hard you soak the sheets, the pillows and half the floor?"
Asmodeus leaned closer and spoke with a rough and merciless tone.
"Who was the one between your thighs when you begged me not to stop licking you? Again and again, until your legs were clamped around my head and you lost all sense of pride as an Empress?"
Serena’s lips parted.
A faint blush crawled beneath her pale skin.
"Asmodeus..."
"You remember the southern palace bath?"
Her hand loosened slightly around his cock.
’Ah... don’t speak of that time, not with Gretel here... baby....’ Her mind raced as she felt her entire body heat up at the things he’d done for her. Many things she’d quietly taken for granted and forgotten until now.
"You said you were too dignified to beg. Then you came so hard in my mouth that your body forgot the difference between squirting and pissing."
Serena’s silver eyes widened.
Gretel swallowed weakly.
Asmodeus did not let Serena look away.
"You still grabbed my hair and pushed my face back between your legs. You still told me to drink it. You still begged me to keep going until your voice broke."
Serena’s knees pressed together beneath her kimono; her performance ended as she watched him with a wistful and dreamy gaze. She didn’t deny anything while stroking his shaft with a slow squelch.
It felt as if this was her plan from the start.
"That was..."
"So, stop looking so angry, my cute little empress."
"Darling..."
The room fell quiet except for Gretel’s weak breathing and the wet sound of Serena’s hand still wrapped around him.
Asmodeus lowered his gaze to where she held him.
"Let’s hurry and clean up, there seems to be quite a bit to discuss, right?"
"...Hmph! Then perhaps I should remind you who taught you to clean up properly after making a mess."
Her hand tightened softly, bringing a small amount of pleasure, before she released him with a soft wet sound and turned toward Gretel as if nothing indecent had happened.
Gretel watched her with hazy eyes, still sprawled over the desk, too ruined to cover herself properly.
Serena lifted two fingers coated in sticky white.
"Open your mouth, Gretel."
Gretel’s lips parted before her tired mind could even question the order.
Serena pressed her fingers against the oni’s mouth, slowly smearing the thick seed over her lower lip before sliding them inside. Gretel’s cheeks flushed darker, yet her tongue curled obediently, cleaning the empress’s fingertips with a weak, trembling motion.
Serena murmured. "At least you understand how to behave."
Asmodeus clicked his tongue.
"You are enjoying this."
"Immensely."
Gretel swallowed, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Your Majesty... please..."
Serena’s silver eyes softened slightly.
"There. Rest now. You have already done enough to make my husband look unbearably smug."
Asmodeus pulled the shredded remains of Gretel’s uniform into place as best he could, then lifted her from the desk. Her body hung limply in his arms. After the throes of passion, her body became heavy and spent. She groaned when he carried her to the couch and laid her down beneath a blanket.
Serena watched him cover the oni’s body with a thin smile.
"I guess it was true when Alice said you really liked her."
"I did not hide it."
Asmodeus sat back in the chair, finally pulling his clothes into some order. His body still felt heated, but the worst of the lust had passed, leaving behind exhaustion, affection and the familiar weight of unfinished problems.
Serena moved to the edge of the desk, sweeping aside the ruined reports before sitting there like a beautiful villainess who had claimed the room by existing inside it.
Her tails swayed behind her.
"Now then, darling, It’s about time..."
Asmodeus looked at her.
"We get down to some serious business?"
"Unfortunately."
She lowered herself gently onto the desk, stroking circles in the mess left behind by her husband and his mistress, gently spreading it between her fingers.
"A-About Himari... Does she remember me?"
Asmodeus closed his eyes, trying to remember how Himari reacted to hearing that Serena was doing alright and was his empress.
"Well, she seemed a little surprised, but also happy that you were still around."
Serena froze what she was doing and asked. "Is that it!?"
He could only nod to her question.
’I see... I thought she’d remember everything.’
Serena sighed, slowly crossing her legs as she watched Asmodeus staring at her.
"You know I didn’t rush to Baltimore only because I felt jealous, darling. I came because if Himari has truly returned, then the future encounter with Leviathan might not be so dangerous..."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
Serena’s silver eyes shifted toward the dark sea beyond the window.
"In the previous era, Himari was not merely my friend or an Abyssal. She was the only one who could approach Leviathan without being devoured. Her ability, you must have seen it... she can assimilate with almost any type of energy... that’s why..."
Asmodeus stopped adjusting his coat.
"What?"
"Because Leviathan does not simply kill what approaches it." Serena’s voice lowered. "It drowns them in its corruption and uses it to crush their soul. Then turns their body into part of itself... like those small creatures and Himari’s new form..."
"But Himari can survive that?"
"Well... she seems to have absorbed the corruption and become more and more corrupted that it’s no wonder we thought her to be dead."
Serena glanced towards the docks with a long sigh leaking from her lips.
"Even now her aura is almost identical to that monstrosity... but the biggest issue isn’t that, Darling, but rather... if Leviathan senses her before we are ready."
"What’ll happen?"
She looked toward the sea while clenching her fists.
There was a moment of silence before she turned back, the moonlight illuminating her beautiful profile.
"It may come to reclaim her."
