Elara lounged in her velvet armchair, the moon slicing through the curtains like a blade. She sensed him before he materialized—Azrael, the demon prince, all shadows and smoldering arrogance. "Back again, Your Infernal Highness? That's three nights running. Starting to think you're obsessed," she quipped, her voice laced with sarcasm and heat.
Azrael smirked, horns glinting as he stepped from the darkness, his muscular frame barely contained by a robe that hung open. "Obsessed? Darling, your wit cuts deeper than my claws. But admit it—you've been waiting, dripping with anticipation."
"Dripping? Please. You're the one panting at my door like a horny mutt. What is it tonight? Another plea for my company?" Elara rose, circling him with predatory grace, her fingers trailing his chest. She was no damsel; she met his gaze like a queen claiming her due.
"Craving doesn't begin to cover it," he growled, his cock already hard and straining against the fabric. "Every night I return, and every night you tease me into madness."
"Madness suits you," she retorted, pushing him back onto the bed with surprising strength. "But if you want this, earn it. Tell me how badly that cock aches for my pussy." Their dialogue sparked like flint—sharp, witty barbs fueling the fire.
"It throbs for your wet heat, Elara. Your ass in my hands, that sharp tongue wrapped around me in a blowjob that'd make lesser demons beg." Azrael's hands gripped her hips as she straddled him, not yielding an inch of control. She ground against his hardness, feeling him pulse.
"Flattery and filth—how original," she laughed, shedding her silks. Sweat beaded on their skin as passion ignited. Elara took him in hand, stroking until he was rock-hard and dripping. She lowered herself, her pussy enveloping his cock in a slick, explosive union. They moved in rhythm—her riding him with fierce command, him thrusting up to meet her.
Panting filled the room, bodies slick and grinding. "Harder," she demanded, witty even mid-thrust. "Or is the big bad prince all talk?" Azrael flipped them, but she countered, pinning his wrists. "My rules, demon."
The climax built relentlessly: her pussy clenching, his cock driving deep. She came first, crying out as waves hit, then he followed, cum spilling hot and deep. Sweating, spent, they locked eyes—his craving far from sated, her strength unbroken.
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