Delicate Negotiations

In an alternate turn of events, the peace talks between the three factions breaks down, and Azazel retreats to his chambers in anger. Grayfia takes it to herself to convince Azazel not to leave. But Grayfia herself might have gotten more than she bargained for when a third party joins the fray.

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The tension that hung in the air in the conference room could be cut with a knife. A beautiful though slightly pompous table stood in the center, covered in trays, cups, teapots, and all manner of delicacies; there were cakes elegantly decorated with frosting, cookies of a dozen different colors, fruit so vibrant in hue that they seemed unnatural and out of place to the regular human eye. But nobody touched them. Everyone was eyeing each other wearily.

Grayfia watched the proceedings take place with barely concealed panic. Everything had started out so well! Peace had been within grasp, peace after all those millennia of brutal war. So many victims, so much destruction…but now, it all threatened to fall apart.

"So," Azazel said, his voice dangerously low as he eyed Sirzechs and Michael. "This was all a trap, then. Simply an opportunity for the two of you to gang up on me."

"Nobody is ganging up on you, governor-general," Sirzechs said calmly. "But can you blame us for being weary, after what your man Kokabiel did?"

Azazel scoffed.

"My man? Kokabiel acted on his own, we were as much in the dark about his plans as any of you."

Michael made a distasteful sound. Azazel's eyes flashed at him.

"You don't believe my words?"

Michael raised his hands disarmingly.

"I said nothing."

"You don't need to say anything, you slimy angel piece of…"

"Azazel," Sirzechs warned, "do not speak to Michael-dono in such a manner."

"C-come now," Grayfia said, trying to maintain the peace. "Let us all remember why we gathered here. There are bigger things at stake than your little rivalries."

Azazel rose to his feet. Michael flinched, but Azazel made no move to strike.

"This meeting is meaningless."

Grayfia's eyes widened slightly. She almost made a move towards Azazel when Sirzechs spoke.

"If this war continues," the crimson-haired Satan said, "it will be the end of all of us."

Azazel stopped, his back towards the table. Then he chuckled.

"Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven, eh Sirzechs?"

With that, he exited the room. Michael let out a deep sigh, than glared at Sirzechs.

"What are you laughing about?"

"Ah, nothing," Sirzechs said, the remnants of a smile still on his face.

He glanced over at Grayfia. She nodded, and quietly made her exit through the servants' entrance.

Back in his chambers, Azazel sipped from his goblet of red wine. It was deathly silent in his room. After making his leave from the other faction leaders, he had retreated to his personal chambers and dismissed Vali, who had been waiting inside for news. There were times when Azazel enjoyed some company, and there were times that he had to contain himself not to lob off the head of the nearest person, friend or foe. Right now, he was more leaning towards the latter disposition.

Damned angel…and Sirzechs, for that matter. They ganged up on him, caught him off-guard. They had lured him in with their talks of peace, and then suddenly put him in the spotlight. How was it his fault that idiot Kokabiel went mad? But Azazel and his Grigori had always been eyed with suspicion.

Even more suspicious than actual devils, Azazel thought bitterly.

The door to his chambers opened. Azazel felt a familiar presence of power.

Ugh.

"Sirzechs," he said, "if you're here to talk about –"

He stopped when he saw who entered through the door. It was Grayfia.

"Huh, how about that," Azazel grunted.

Grayfia quietly closed the door behind her and walked until she stood in front of him. As always, Azazel was temporarily mesmerized by her beauty. Ancient being though she was, Grayfia's youthful appearance suggested she was in her early twenties. Her lengthy silver hair featured two long braids that fell down either sides of her head, with the rest cascading down her back like a shimmering waterfall.

And it wasn't like the woman was unaware of her looks herself. Her blue and white maid uniform tightly hugged her curves, emphasizing her massive bust. Even now, Azazel could see the faint outlines of her nipples sticking out from underneath.

"My lady," Azazel said with exaggerated courtesy. "To what do I owe this honor?"

"Governor-General," Grayfia said, her voice low, "I have come to ask you to please accept the terms of peace offered by my husband and the angels."

Azazel scoffed.

"Then I suggest you return to your duties, little maid, because you are wasting your time here."

Grayfia's face twitched, but she persevered.

"If we continue going to war, it will not just be the end of you and your Grigori, but of all of us. This treaty must be established. There is no other way."

"Heh," Azazel chuckled. "But there is. And it involves me leaving in about half an hour." He leaned back in his chair. "Now, if that was all…"

Azazel returned to his thoughts, only to realize that Grayfia hadn't moved.

As persistent as her husband

"What?" Azazel said, his patience nearing its limit.

"The treaty must be established…" Grayfia mumbled.

"Yes, you said that already. Did Sirzechs marry a robot, or what?"

Grayfia's silver eyes flashed at the door. Then they settled back on Azazel.

"…and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to see it done."

"What do you…aah. Like so, huh?"

Grayfia had started fidgeting with the straps on her maid uniform around her neck.

"I'll do…whatever it takes…to secure peace" Grayfia mumbled as she undid the strap.

"And what makes you think something like this will work on me?" Azazel asked.

Grayfia scoffed.

"Please, everyone knows the reason you became a fallen angel was because of your unbound lust."

"Heh, true enough."

Azazel got to his feet.

"But I wonder, Grayfia, if you know about the other thing."

Grayfia's fingers let go of her uniform.

"Other…thing?" she asked hesitantly.

Azazel quickly closed the distance between them. Before Grayfia could react, he grabbed her hands and held them tight.

"That I've wanted to fuck you ever since I first laid eyes on you," Azazel growled.

A soft blush appeared on Grayfia's cheeks, but she held her head high. Azazel's eyes roamed all over her body.

"That bastard Sirzechs…he doesn't know how good he has it."

Azazel roughly grabbed Grayfia's breasts through her uniform and gave them a harsh squeeze.

"Hgnhh" Grayfia moaned lowly. "Don't…speak of my husband like that."

"Shut up," Azazel snapped, and pulled her chin up for a kiss.

But Grayfia reactively turned her head away. Azazel narrowed her eyes.

"I thought we had an agreement?"

Grayfia took a deep breath. She had come here on her own accord. The dye was cast. But still, a kiss was so personal. The only person who'd ever kissed her was Sirzechs.

"Well?" Azazel asked, the impatience in his voice plain.

"I-I'm sorry," Grayfia said, turning back to face the fallen angel.

He eyed her suspiciously, before promptly pressing his lips against hers. Grayfia's eyes widened slightly, before lowering. Azazel's kiss was surprisingly gentle, at odds with his rough-guy appearance, and she could feel his small patchy beard tickle against her skin. It felt…good. When she felt his tongue push against her lips, Grayfia was surprised to find herself opening her mouth and extending her own tongue. Soon, the two were engaged in a passionate snogging. Azazel's right hand dropped down to Grayfia's chest and started squeezing her left tit, and the devil queen felt a warm flush travel through her body. Azazel pulled his head back.

"Let's see those moneymakers, baby," he growled.

With one quick tug, he ripped the front of Grayfia's maid uniform off, allowing her breasts to bounce out into the open. Grayfia only barely managed to stifle a squeak as her tits were exposed to Azazel's lustful glare.

They were massive, fulfilling every promise her tight maid uniform teased whenever she pranced around in it. They were heavy and full, and her magically youthful appearance made it so they didn't have even a hint of sag to them. Two thick, puffy nipples crowned each one, begging to be touched, squeezed, sucked.

"Sirzechs, you lucky bastard," Azazel chuckled, before diving headfirst into Grayfia's cleavage.

"Ah!" Grayfia cried out in surprise.

Azazel's tongue roamed all over breasts, licking the pristine white skin. One hand was rubbing and squeezing her right tit, while Azazel ravaged the other one with his mouth. His lips closed around her fat nipple and he started hungrily sucking on it, feasting on it like a baby just out of the womb.

"Gnghh…"

Grayfia was starting to feel warm. It had been a long time since anyone gave her tits this much attention. Sirzechs was more of a "to the point" kind of guy, skipping foreplay to move straight to the sex. But then, he had seen Grayfia naked many times before. To Azazel, it was the first time he was seeing Grayfia's magnificent breasts, and he was taking full advantage of it.

"S-slow down, please," Grayfia breathed.

Azazel looked up at her from below, and started sucking harder. Grayfia moaned, and Azazel grabbed her other nipple between two fingers and twisted it. It hurt, yes, but it was mixed with a delicious pleasure that almost made Grayfia want to beg for more.

Azazel suddenly pulled his head back. Grayfia's nipples were hard and wet. She came within an inch of protesting, begging Azazel to continue, but then she saw that he was unbuckling his pants. Grayfia subconsciously licked her lips.

When Azazel stepped out of his underwear, Grayfia let out a barely audible gasp. His dick was massive, over nine inches fully erect and pointing straight at her.

"Get to it," the fallen angel said.

Grayfia's eyes flashed at the door again. Slowly, she knelt down before Azazel and grabbed his cock. Azazel groaned lowly as he felt her hot breath on his dick.

Infernal royalty though she was, Grayfia was well versed in the arts of pleasure. She spat on her hand and rubbed it all along Azazel's shaft, making it nice and slick. Then, without wasting a second, she wrapped her lips around the head.

"Fuck…" Azazel grunted.

Grayfia toyed with the head in her mouth, running her tongue along it like a serpent, tasting his precum as it started dripping from the tip. The devil queen quickly sped up, bobbing her head back and forth on Azazel's cock, her hand running up and down his shaft to guide her mouth. Whether it was her desire to make peace that drove her, or perhaps she was just a massive slut by nature Azazel didn't know and didn't care. His hands dug into her silver hair, and he threw his head back as Sirzechs' beautiful wife devoured his cock.

Grayfia was getting into a comfortable rhythm sucking Azazel off, and by how much precum was starting to flow from the tip of his rod, it was having the intended effect. Her hand mixed the cum with her spit, rubbing it all along the shaft, and the ground underneath them was soon wet with fluids.

"Enough!" Azazel suddenly spat, pulling Grayfia's head back.

He grabbed Grayfia by her shoulders and threw her on to a chair. Grayfia wiped her mouth as she watched him discard the rest of his clothes. His breathing was slightly faster. Had he been about to cum? Clearly, the leader of the Grigori didn't want this to end too quickly. Grayfia felt an odd flutter in her stomach when she realized that she felt the same. Even though she was happily married with Sirzechs, there was something about the rugged Azazel that turned her on more than she liked to admit.

Now fully naked, Azazel grabbed Grayfia's legs and pushed them vertically into the air, causing her maid skirt to fall down her legs. Her pussy glistened invitingly at him.

"Not even wearing panties, you slut?" Azazel laughed.

"Sirzechs prefers it…that way," Grayfia mumbled slightly embarrassed.

"A man after my taste!" Azazel exclaimed.

He positioned his cock in front of her hole. After stroking it a few times with his hand, he slowly guided it into Grayfia's welcoming cunt.

"Aaaah!!" Grayfia moaned.

Her body tensed up as Azazel's hot rod filled her pussy, long and deliciously thick. The fallen angel grunted himself.

"D-damn, Sirzechs likes them tight, huh?"

As his cock delved deeper into Grayfia's moist tunnel, Azazel pushed his bodyweight against her legs, pressing them back against Grayfia's body so that her rear pushed up higher. Grayfia had trouble breathing as she was damn near folded in half. Her unprotected ass and pussy jut out. Helpless as she was, Grayfia couldn't do anything as Azazel started pounding into her.

"Ghng…aah…ngaah!"

Grayfia's cries came out in tandem with Azazel's thrusts. He slammed into her like a frenzied bull, his balls slapping against her asscheeks each time he came down on her.

Grayfia moans were mixed with gasps as Azazel pushed his body against hers when he thrust forward, forcing the air from her lungs before pulling back and brutally repeating it. Where others might have found themselves panicking in such a precarious situation, it only made Grayfia hornier. Her pussy was moist like a swamp, and his cock plunged in and out of it with wet, squishy sounds.

"You like that, don't you?" Azazel grunted.

His hand grabbed her throat, and he pushed his face closer to hers until they were inches apart.

"Tell me you like," he hissed. She could smell his smoky breath.

"Ah…I…like it," Grayfia managed to spit out.

Her tits bounced wildly as Azazel kept ramming his cock into her. He grabbed one of her tits and squeezed it harshly. Azazel tightened his grip around her throat, and Grayfia let out a weak choking sound.

"Louder!"

"Ghkk...like…I like it!" Grayfia coughed.

Grayfia's long legs flailed in the air. Her body shook with each thrust of that succulently thick cock inside of her swollen pussy. It was getting harder and harder for Grayfia to remind herself why she was here, what she was doing this for. The growing heat in her body mixed with those deep-seated feelings of lust finally rising to the surface was beginning to overwhelm her senses. There was no use hiding the truth; she was enjoying every second of Azazel's abuse.

Just as she was getting used to the rough fucking, to the feeling of Azazel's girthy cock filling up her pussy, Azazel pulled out. Grabbing Grayfia by her hand, he forced her up from the chair.

"Ah!" Grayfia squeaked in surprise.

Azazel stood in front of her. His cock was erect and wet. Underneath her skirt, Grayfia's pussy was likewise soaking. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"Take it off," he demanded.

Grayfia didn't have to ask what he meant by "it". Still slightly panting, she quickly unbuttoned her maid uniform and stepped out of her skirt, letting the garments fall to the ground. With each piece of clothing she discarded, Grayfia could hear Azazel's breathing quicken. Finally, the last piece of her maid suit was gone, and she stood fully naked in front of the governor-general.

Azazel eyed her nude form with unconcealed lust, his eyes roaming all over her slender body; the white, almost luminescent skin, the cascading silver hair, those big heavy breasts…and of course her dripping wet pussy, still moist from the earlier pounding. Her pussylips were swollen, begging to be subjugated again.

Despite having come here on her own accord, Grayfia felt vulnerable. One arm tried to cover her chest while the other covered her slit, but with how big her tits were, it was a hopeless cause.

"Bit late to be acting all prude," Azazel smirked.

Azazel grabbed her by her arm and guided her towards the bed, throwing her down on the covers. Just as he moved to join her, the door to the chamber opened. Azazel turned his head in annoyance.

"Who the hell-"

The words died in his throat as Sirzechs stepped inside. He closed the door behind him and moved to stand in front of the bed, an emotionless look on his face.

"S-Sirzechs!" Azazel said, momentarily stunned. He looked back at Grayfia, naked with a blush on her face, and then back to her husband. "This…it's not what you think."

Unlike Azazel, Grayfia seemed surprisingly calm at being caught in her infidelity.

"It's not?" Sirzechs said, taking a step forward. "Well, then I'm very disappointed in you, Grayfia."

"It's just not the same without my dear husband," Grayfia said, a wicked smile on her face.

Azazel looked at her flabbergasted.

"Wh-what the hell is all this?" Azazel demanded.

"Calm down, governor-general," Sirzechs said. "Grayfia is here with my knowing. The peace treaty is too important. When she told me her plan, I approved. What kind of leader would I be if I placed my own interests above those of the realms?"

"You mean…" Azazel said slowly, "you're not mad?"

Sirzechs smiled.

"Of course not. But it seems my wife is still somewhat hesitant to do this without my presence. So, what do you say?"

Azazel chuckled as Sirzechs started undressing. He shook his head.

"I always knew you were as much a perv as me, Sirzechs. Alright, let's do this."

Moments later, Grayfia found herself wondering if perhaps she had agreed to all this a bit too hastily. She lay on the bed on her side, lodged between Azazel and Sirzechs. Sirzechs was pounding into her ass from behind, while Azazel's cock was lodged in Grayfia's mouth. She frantically tried her best to suck off the fallen angel, the position she was in making it more difficult than normal. All the while, her body shook with each thrust of Sirzech's familiar dick in her tight asshole. The bed creaked wildly underneath them.

"I never knew Grayfia was into anal," Azazel grinned at Sirzechs.

"Ungh..you'd be surprised what a slut she is," Sirzechs grunted as he jammed his dick up her ass.

"Mpfh..hngh…" came Grayfia's muffled response.

She wanted to speak, but Azazel's sizable cock filled up her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, trying to take as much of it in her mouth as she could. Azazel groaned softly, guiding her head with his hand.

"Fuck, I'll never get tired of this mouth," he mumbled.

The sounds of Sirzech's crotch slamming into Grayfia's asscheeks rang through the air, over and over. Each time he rammed into her, the force pushed her head further down Azazel's cock, and the fallen angel groaned appreciatively.

"Grayfia, your ass is as tight as ever," Sirzech breathed.

Grayfia barely heard him. It felt so good. Where before there had been a glimmer of doubt, it quickly faded like snow in the morning sun. Her mind was focused on sucking Azazel off, and the pinching burning stabs in her ass were all the reward she needed, pushing her further, harder. Sirzechs rubbed Grayfia's asscheeks as he fucked her, his soft hand feeling the delicate skin. Then he spanked her.

"Nhgmpff!" Grayfia tried to moan, but it proved difficult with Azazel's cock filling up her cheeks.

"I though you weren't upset?" Azazel snorted.

Sirzechs leered at Grayfia.

"Oh, she likes this. Don't you, sweetheart?"

He spanked her again, harder, coupling it with another brutal thrust in her asshole. Grayfia moaned in ecstasy, as clear a confirmation as any words could have provided. The best pleasure came with a side of pain, Grayfia always knew, and Sirzechs was always ready to give it to her. But it wasn't enough. She needed more. Way more.

Azazel seemed to have a similar thought.

"Let me have a taste of that ass, Sirzechs," he said.

The red-haired Satan smiled, and pulled his cock out of Grayfia's ass.

"Whatever it takes to get you to sign the treaty, governor-general."

The two men crawled over the bed as they swapped positions. Sirzechs lay down on his side facing Grayfia, while Azazel got behind her. Grayfia started breathing faster as Azazel disappeared from sight. She felt his hands around her slender waist, pulling her closer. Then, without warning, Azazel plunged his dick in her ass, and she moaned loudly. Grayfia's body tensed up. While she wasn't unfamiliar with anal sex, it had always been with her husband. Feeling another man inside her ass was a whole different sensation. While Sirzechs was longer, Azazel's dick was thicker, and it filled up her anal passage to the brim.

"Aah…ah…" Grayfia panted.

Her tits jiggled slightly as she breathed. A thin line of spit dropped down the side of her mouth.

Sirzechs looked her in the eyes, caressing her face. With his other hand, he positioned his dick in front of her pussy. He rubbed it against her swollen folds a few times, and Grayfia groaned.

"God, you're so beautiful," Sirzechs said.

He thrust his lower body forward, inserting his dick in Grayfia's wet pussy, and his wife cried out again.

Being impaled in both her holes sent Grayfia into a world of pleasure she didn't know existed. It was overwhelming, and without giving her time to acclimate, the two men went to work properly fucking the buxom maid.

Grayfia moaned loudly at the savage thrusts piercing her asshole. Azazel was rougher with her than Sirzechs had been. Her husband always valued her pleasure, but Azazel very clearly was first and foremost concerned with his own lust. He rammed his fat cock into Grayfia's ass not caring how small or tight it was. It was like a freight train without breaks, jabbing and pounding into Grayfia like a wild animal. Of course, what he didn't know was that the devil queen was loving every second of it. It was a long time since she had been so roughly treated, and her body craved more.

Sirzechs, as usual, had started out slow, guiding his cock in and out of her pussy. But hearing her lustful moans at Azazel's rough handling, the crimson-haired devil started intensifying his own thrusts, plunging his dick into the moist nether regions of his wife with almost as much force as Azazel was ravaging her ass.

"Aaah!!" Grayfia moaned.

She felt Azazel's body push into her from behind, his warm skin pressing down on her own soft, delicate skin, feeling the tiny hairs on his body tickle her. Sirzechs grabbed her face and licked the trail of spit off the side of her mouth. Grayfia caught his tongue with her own, and within seconds the two were kissing hungrily. There was no love or passion, only a primal lust, a burning desire to feel the other, taste each other.

"Fuck!" Azazel grunted. "Now I know why you love fucking her in the ass, she's so tight back here!"

Grayfia's body was burning up. On one side of her body she was being brutally penetrated in her ass. On the other, she was being fucked in her pussy while making out like a teenage lovebird. Her kisses were becoming more and more sloppy as her brain was getting overloaded with sensations. Anal. Vaginal. Pain. Pleasure. It was all mixing into each other into an unholy concoction of pure, unadulterated lust. But still it wasn't enough for the by now semi-delirious devil queen.

"More!" Grayfia panted, dislodging her lips from Sirzechs'. "More!!"

With a surprising display of force, Grayfia pushed the two men back and freed herself from the dual penetration. She got down on her knees, sticking her ass up. Azazel and Sirzechs looked at each other.

"What the hell are you waiting for?!" Grayfia complained. "Aah…do it, let me feel those cocks!"

Azazel shrugged.

"Whatever you say, you little slut."

He and Sirzechs got to their knees and took up position behind Grayfia's eagerly presented ass. Azazel crouched over her back, holding on to her for balance as he pointed his dick at her asshole. Sirzechs' cock had the same opening in mind, only slightly lower. After the anal pounding she'd already received, Grayfia's formerly tight asshole had widened a little bit. But with how thick both males' cocks were, it wouldn't be easy going. Not even close.

"Here it comes, baby!" Azazel shouted.

He and Sirzechs both thrust forward at the same time, lancing Grayfia's ass with both their cocks.

"AAAAAH!!" Grayfia cried out. "Oh-oh god!"

Grayfia felt like her ass was about to burst. The two cocks barely fit, pushing and rubbing against the walls of her asshole to go deeper and deeper. It was a struggle, a slow painful struggle to get as far inside of Grayfia's rear hole as possible. Azazel groaned, and even Sirzechs couldn't stifle a low moan at the supreme tightness of Grayfia's ass.

Once the two throbbing meatsticks couldn't go any deeper, Azazel and Sirzechs slowly started thrusting in and out of Grayfia.

"Nghaah!" the devil queen squealed.

This was it, Grayfia thought deliriously as her ass was being ravaged by the dual cocks. This was what she had been looking for. Anal by itself was already one of her favorite positions, but with two cocks inside of her, everything was pushed to the next level. It hurt, oh god it hurt, but the pain was so deliciously penetrating that all she could do was scream, louder and louder. Hell, heaven, she didn't care about any of that anymore. If she could stay in this room forever, being pounded in the ass by these two huge cocks, Grayfia would surrender to her fate in a heartbeat.

"Such a whore," Azazel grunted, ramming into her. "Is this really the wife of the noble Sirzechs?"

The words barely registered with Grayfia, but then Sirzechs gave her an extra painful jab.

"Answer the governor-general," he said, his voice as calm as always.

"Y-yes!" Grayfia managed. "I'm a whore! I need…I only want cock. Your cock. Sirzechs' cock. ANYONE'S COCK, JUST GIVE IT TO ME!!"

Sirzechs smiled at her lustful declaration. He had chosen his wife well.

"Don't mind if I do," Azazel spat.

He rammed his hips forward with renewed energy, and Grayfia wailed in agonizing pleasure as her asshole was widened even more. She didn't know how her ass managed to keep those two cocks inside of it without tearing apart, but she was grateful that it did. Sirzechs' cock fought against Azazel's for every inch of dearly fought space in that warm, supremely tight tunnel. It was as much a fight between their manhoods as it was about sating their lust. Grayfia didn't care. All she wanted was to get fucked.

Sirzechs' face was red. Sweat was dripping down his forehead.

"I'm gonna cum," he said, his voice labored.

"Fuck, me to," Azazel said. "Not here though."

Sirzechs looked at him.

"Got an idea?"

Azazel grinned.

"Something I've wanted to do for a long time."

He pulled his cock out of Grayfia's ass, with Sirzechs following suit. Grayfia couldn't help but groan as she felt the two rock-hard logs drag along her anal cavity, agonizingly slow, making sure she felt every inch. When their cocks flopped out of her ass, Grayfia felt the obscene pressure vanish. She realized she'd been holding her breath, and let it out in a deep sigh.

"Turn around," Azazel ordered her.

Still weak, Grayfia's eyes flashed at Sirzechs. He didn't say anything, content with letting Azazel take the reins.

"O-okay," Grayfia panted.

She turned on her back, her tits jiggling on her chest as she moved. Azazel's eyes were fixated on them.

"Always wearing that tight maid uniform. You know everyone can see your nipples poking through all the time, right?"

Grayfia blushed. Sirzechs smiled. It had been another one of his ideas. Azazel continued.

"All these years I've been forced to watch as you pranced around with those melons. But now, finally…"

He flung his legs over Grayfia's head and placed his dick in front of her upper chest. Sirzechs got a knowing look on his face.

"Ah yes, a favorite of mine as well."

Azazel's balls came down on Grayfia's face as he got into position.

"Hnghh!" came Grayfia's muffled protest.

Azazel grabbed both her luscious breasts and thrust his dick forward. Then he pushed those delicious bags of flesh together until they buried his cock.

"Fuck…" Azazel groaned contently.

Sitting on her face, he started titfucking Grayfia. Her massive breasts rippled and rolled over the length of his dick, like twin mountains shaking during an earthquake. They were warm and so soft that Azazel temporarily lost his bearings. Grayfia's tits…it felt almost surreal.

While still struggling with Azazel balls squashed against her mouth, Grayfia felt something else slide in between her generous cleavage. When she peeked out from underneath Azazel, she saw that Sirzechs had placed his dick between them from the opposite end.

"What can I say, they are your best features, dear," he smiled.

Together, the two men double-titfucked the prone Grayfia, violating those luscious pale globes with their rods. Having already fucked her thoroughly, both their cocks were wet and dripping with cum, and their movements spread them all along Grayfia's tits. Soon, her cleavage was like a waterslide, wet and slick, and their cocks passed through them with sloshing, slapping sounds.

"Too good!" Azazel groaned.

His body tensed up. Squashing Grayfia's tits together, he came inside her cleavage. His sticky white seed coated her tits as it squirted out of his cock in thick bursts.

"Ghaah…aah…" Grayfia breathed. Azazel's cum felt warm on her skin.

Before she had time to recover, she heard the familiar grunts of Sirzechs reaching his limit. Seconds later, he likewise exploded between her tits, but his load was far thicker and more plentiful than Azazel's, adding to the fallen angel's cum and covering Grayfia's tits in a drooling white paintjob.

Azazel let out a deep breath and got off of Grayfia, sitting down on the edge of the bed. His body was sweaty. Sirzechs rolled down to lay next to his wife. He gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

"H-have I managed to convince you, governor-general?" Grayfia panted.

She wiped a strand of cum from her left tit and licked her fingers. Azazel laughed.

"I think…I think I'm ready to return to the negotiating table."