Inside a dark apartment, clothes were scattered all about, food and wine were left half eaten on the table and the sound of moans and panting could be heard.
"Put it in me! PLEASE!"
On the bed, an enchanting succubus squirmed in pleasure, the sheets stained by her countless releases.
Her legs had already lost strength, yet, ever since she was brought to the bed, the pounding had never started.
No, the man who had saved her towered over her helpless body, his pants still on- only his top was taken off as continued to play with her body.
"Please… I-"
She tried to beg but the man ignored her words, instead, he carried her body already weak from all the times she climaxed onto his lap.
She could feel his erection, she was sitting on his dick but her p*ssy and his dick were separated by a wall of cloth. She couldn't even grind on him as her legs were already numb.
"You're such an innocent girl Verosika~"
The man teased, she had already given him her name, Verosika Mayday, an up and coming artist. She had started her career in Lust but came over to Pride in order to propel herself to stardom.
The population of sinners was far greater than the natural born demons, Pride had a large population and countless cities. Only idiots would remain in Lust, all the artist there were already established stars and their clients were all nobles and princes.
If she stayed in Lust she would only become another waitress no one would look at.
She had to increase her fame and where else would she do that aside from Pride?
Verosika had already started her career here, she was already quite famous, but now?
She was powerless, sitting weakly on a man's dick unable to even beg for it as she could only moan and whimper, falling into his trap-
The patience the man had could only be defined as legendary, in this world where demons decide who's better through how great they are at literally smashing the organs of their partner, a man who would spend hours to immerse their partner in pleasure was rare.
This was not even a drug induced pleasure but one that contained a certain touch of intimacy.
Actions coupled with words and… care-
Verosika had been searching for this kind of treatment, for this kind of partner but-
*Smooch*
He kissed the back of her head, she felt it, for the first time she felt a sense of loss.
Kiss my lips, kiss my p*ussy, kiss me somewhere more intimate!
She thought but the man did not do that as he continued to drown her in pleasure. She didn't know when but her mind had blanked out and the next thing she knew-
"Food?"
The smell of fried meat entered her nose, Verosika raised her body, still languid she forced herself to get up.
When she stood up, her feet wobbled, she almost fell over but she caught herself. She stood there leaning on the wall for a few minutes before she was able to slowly walk herself out of the room.
Leaving the bedroom, Verosika was greeted by a sight that caused her to feel emotions she never knew she had.
In the open kitchen, the man, Alesandrei- Alan, was cooking. He wore an apron over his button up shirt. His sleeves were folded revealing the toned arms that had drowned her in pleasure.
Verosika's eyes unintentionally focused on the man's hands that were nimbly handling the utensils. He was simply flipping some pancakes but there was something about his actions that made her wet-
"Oh, you're up? I hope you don't mind me using your kitchen and making us both some breakfast?"
His voice snapped Verosika out of her stupor, she ignored him asking about her permission and keened in on another word-
"Breakfast?"
"Yeah princess, you slept like a baby, a cute and seductive baby… no- hm… I can't really use princess again… ah- sleeping beauty, you slept like snow white waiting for her prince. But you aren't so I knew you didn't need a kiss"
Hearing Alan's words, the joy Verosika felt was changed to something else-
Anger? No… it was a sense of loss, it was the same feeling as having lost a battle because she came late-
It wasn't that she didn't qualify to win- it was just that she never had the chance to compete from the beginning…
It was that kind of feeling and she didn't really know how to handle it- aside from the typical way a succubus does.
She came out of her room wearing nothing, her habits coupled with her languid body had left her but naked as she stood there.
The words Alan said to her was a challenge.
Verosika sat on the couch, it was cleaned and looked brand new. She lay there, opening her legs revealing all her intimate areas.
She posed like a model waiting for her perverted cameraman to jump on her as she eyed Alan.
"Though… since a kiss won't wake her up, then even if you kiss her… she wouldn't know right?"
Verosika teased, she kissed her fingers and traced them down her body until she reached in between her legs.
"I'm pretty sure the prince had yet to taste a succubus~"
She eyed Alan who only spared her a quick glance as he continued cooking.
"I don't mind giving my prince a full course meal~"
Verosika did not mind the apathy as she intensified her seduction.
"After all, he saved me, so my body and everything… belongs to him~"
She turned her sultry level to the max, the way she spoke had the air of a hungry ghost, hungry for love and passion. Her succubus nature had flared up to the maximum, the air around her turned pink as her demonic energies transformed her scent into pheromones that induced lust.
Even her words carried a hypnotic tune that caused those that heard her to turn into sex hungry beasts.
Alan was unaffected though as he finished the preparation of the food, he brought a plate with him as he sat next to Verosika.
Still weak, Verosika could not do anything when Alan positioned her in between his legs. She was locked in his embrace and in such a position, Alan started to-
Feed her!
This was a scene that did not happen in hell, but right now, Verosika was the center of a sickening romantic scene and she-
*nom*
She loved it…
Unable to resist, the lust from Alan's dick rubbing on her ass, the warmth of his embrace and the romantic act of feeding…
All of them would have made any human woman squeal but Verosika, a demon, had fallen.
It was an anticlimactic scene to humans but for demons, it was a miracle. One that happened to the sluttiest race in Hell.
A sugary sweet, sickening, diabetus maximus!, scene…