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Chapter 476: I am yours do what you want (+18)

While the Alexandria Empire was becoming more and more powerful, its armies pushed back the borders and constantly the demons who tried to invade them. In the depths of the Tenebris continent, deep in this agitation, Lucifer was simply having a good time with his demoness.

In the Bastion of The Spectrum, in the heart of the main chamber, the dark red light of the crystals embedded in the walls bathed the room. The immense bed, carved from polished black stone covered with thick furs, occupied almost all the space.

Aeshma was lying there, on her back, legs slightly spread. Her brown hair with orange reflections was spread out on the furs like a mane. Her iridescent eyes, a mix of red, purple and gold... stared at Lucifer with desire. Her body was pure provocation: heavy and firm breasts, narrow waist, wide hips, thick thighs and a round ass that filled perfectly the transparent black lingerie she still wore.

The fine lace barely covered her already hard nipples. The black string was wedged between her lips, soaked for a while. Lucifer stood above her, shirtless, his muscles bulging. He still had his pants open, his thick and hard cock out, slowly rubbing against Aeshma’s thigh.

"Fuck, you look good today," growled Lucifer as he ran his large hand over her belly, then up to grab a breast. He kneaded it without gentleness, pinching the nipple between his fingers.

Aeshma arched her back and let out a hoarse moan. "Ahh... Lucifer... Harder."

He chuckled and lowered his head. His mouth caught the other nipple through the lace. He sucked hard, pulling on it with his lips while his hand slid between her thighs. He pushed the string aside with a finger and rubbed directly her swollen clit.

"Already wet like a bitch in heat," he said against her skin. "You’ve been waiting for this all day, huh?"

"Yes..." she moaned while rolling her hips against his hand. "I couldn’t stop thinking about your big cock... Ahh!"

Lucifer thrust two fingers at once into her soaked pussy. He moved them in and out quickly, curling his knuckles to rub against the sensitive spot inside. Aeshma clenched the sheets in her fists.

"Oh shit... yes, like that!" she panted. Her iridescent eyes shone brighter.

He continued to finger his demoness while nibbling her neck. His cock was now rubbing against her belly, leaving a wet trail. Aeshma slid a hand down and grabbed it firmly. She started stroking him slowly, squeezing just the way he liked.

"Fuck, your hand is hot," growled Lucifer. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth to lick them. "Taste yourself."

He pushed them between Aeshma’s lips. She sucked greedily, eyes locked on his, while continuing to stroke him faster.

"You want me to fuck you now?" he asked while withdrawing his fingers.

"Yes. Fuck me. Hard."

Lucifer flipped her onto her stomach without gentleness. He pulled her hips up so she got on all fours. The black string was ripped off with a sharp tug and thrown to the floor. He placed his thick head against her open pussy and pushed slowly, inch by inch, until he was fully buried.

"Aaahh!" cried Aeshma while arching her back. "It’s so big..."

He stayed still for a moment, enjoying the tight heat around him, then started to move. Slow and deep thrusts at first. Every time he went all the way in, his balls slapped against her clit.

"You feel that?" he growled while grabbing her brown-orange hair with one hand. "You feel how I fill you?"

"Yes... yes fuck..." she answered between two ragged breaths. "Destroy me..."

Lucifer sped up. His hips were now slapping harder against her ass. The room was filled with the wet sound of fucking and Aeshma’s moans.

"Ahh! Ahh! Lucifer!"

He pulled harder on her hair, arching her back. With the other hand, he slapped her round ass several times, leaving red marks on her skin.

"You like it when I get rough, huh?" he asked without slowing down.

"I love it... Shit... Again!"

He pounded her harder, his cock entering and exiting at a steady pace. Sweat began to flow between her heavy breasts that bounced with each thrust. Lucifer leaned over her, bit her shoulder and slid a hand under her belly to rub her clit while he fucked her.

"Ohhh! Yes, touch me there!" moaned Aeshma. Her voice became higher.

He pulled her up completely against him, back against chest, never leaving her pussy. One hand around her throat, the other between her legs, he continued to pound her from below. Her heavy breasts bounced in his free hand.

"Say it," he growled in her ear. "Say whose pussy this is."

"Yours... It’s yours, Lucifer... Ahh! Ahh! Fuck your demoness..."

He flipped her again, this time onto her back. He spread her thighs wide and thrust in with a sharp movement. The rhythm became wild again. Aeshma dug her nails into his back, leaving red marks.

Sweat beaded on her skin, drawing shiny trails in the gloom of the bastion. The cold of the stone against her back made her shiver, a burning contrast with Lucifer’s body, a walking forge that consumed her. Her fingers, with barely retracted claws, plowed his sides, leaving pink furrows that turned purple.

"Deeper... Yes, like that!" The cry tore from her throat.

Lucifer obeyed, his mouth leaving her nipple for a moment to bite the curve of her shoulder. The sound of their bodies colliding, a wet and rhythmic slapping, echoed against the stone walls, swallowed by the darkness. He slowed down, switching to long thrusts, almost cruel in their slowness. Each penetration was an offering, a skillful roll of the hips that crushed her clitoris against him with each withdrawal. Aeshma panted, her nails sinking into the bulging muscles of his shoulders.

"Ahh... ahh... fuck... Lucifer..." Her voice broke, turning into a hoarse and continuous moan.

His thumb came to press her chin, forcing her gaze to plunge into his. "You’re going to break, I can feel it," he murmured, his voice deep and saturated with satisfaction, a wicked smile curling his lips. "But not yet. I want to feel you tremble for a long time. See you beg."

He didn’t touch her. Not there. Just her breasts, her neck, her nape. A delicious frustration knotted her, and she arched, a desperate call.

"Continue..." she breathed, her head spinning. "I am yours... Do what you want..."