Elena lounged in her moonlit chamber, the ancient manor silent save for the crackle of the hearth. She sensed him before he spoke, that infernal heat prickling her skin. "Back so soon, Vesper? Night after night you slink from the abyss, craving what you can't tame."
The demon prince materialized, horns gleaming, eyes like molten gold. "You mock me, mortal, yet your pulse races at my arrival. Admit it—this game excites you as much as it does me."
Elena rose, tall and unyielding, circling him with a sly grin. "Excite? Hardly. You're the one panting like a beast in heat. What is it this time—my wit, or the way I make your infernal cock twitch?"
Vesper's laugh rumbled low. "Witty as ever. But I see the hunger in your eyes. Shall we skip the banter and let desire speak?"
She shoved him onto the velvet chaise, straddling his lap without hesitation. "I decide the pace, prince. You're horny for me—prove it." Her hands roamed, freeing his already hard length. She stroked with deliberate slowness, watching him sweat under her touch.
"Dripping already?" she teased, her own arousal building as she ground against him. Vesper groaned, fingers tracing her ass before dipping lower to her wet pussy. "Gods, Elena, you're soaked."
She leaned in, lips brushing his ear. "Then earn it." Sliding down, she took him in a teasing blowjob, tongue swirling as he panted, hips bucking. "Fuck, your mouth—"
Elena pulled back, eyes fierce. "No submission here." She mounted him, guiding his cock into her dripping heat, riding with commanding rhythm. Sweat slicked their bodies as she set the pace, his hands gripping her thighs. "Harder," she demanded, and he obliged, thrusting up until they both came in a shattering release, cum mingling as she collapsed against his chest, victorious and sated.
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