Who's The Dominant One, Now? [R-18]

Azel gaze fixated on the object of her desire, watching as it gave a sudden twitch. 

'... How in the world did he manage to hide this in his pants!?' was the thought that ran through Azel's mind.

As the wind blew, a natural shiver ran through Yroa, causing the shaft to pulse and throb with need. With each beat of his heart, the veins stood out against the skin, tracing a path up towards the swollen tip. 

The pre-come glistened at the top, beckoning Azel to rethink twice on whether she actually committed to this.

"S-still, for your dick to swell this hard, it seems like your body is begging me to do something about it." Still playing the dominant and flirty guise, Azel nervously cooed as she playfully grabbed the shaft. 'My index and thumb can't even connect, what the heck!?'

Ravaging and pleasing a woman is one thing, but to ravage and please as a 'woman' was still in the unknown and experimentative territory that Azel had yet to explore.

"And it's your role as my familiar to comply, no~?" Yroa whispered.

Regardless, Azel didn't want her smug Master to be even more cheeky, so she started to massage the weapon of destruction up and down.

Her hand moved with practiced ease, gripping him firmly and stroking him gently. Slowly at first, matching the rhythm of his breathing, swirling the angle, then quickening in an attempt to falter her Master's ego.

"Your cock couldn't be any happier, isn't it, Master?"

"It is~"

"Come on, Master, look at it. Look at my hand ravaging your member like there is no tomorrow~!"

"I doubt that we will end by tomorrow~"

"Don't make me start to stroke it faster and violently."

"Why not?"

"Uuuuuh!"

Likewise, Yroa appeared to be enjoying it, but he didn't seem flustered or nervous.

As the natural lubricant that came from the tip began to encapsulate every surface of the shaft, Azel began to use both of her hands, keeping the attack on the shaft while promiscuously rubbing the head and the rim.

"Hehe, looks like you're at your edge now, Master~" Azel leaned forward in an attempt to whisper in Yroa's ear. At the same time, she also placed his dick in-between her thighs, letting the molested tip breathe right in front of her already moistened puffy entrance to her pussy. "What does it feel like, getting your cock being wrung by a demon like me~? Will it make a 'spurt' sound, I wonder~ or will it violently explode all over me~?"

She could feel it, with every move, the powerfully rich and brimming Soul Essence that were brewing inside this instrumental organ was squirming to come out. With every jerking stroke, came the anticipation.

Frustratingly, Yroa still didn't appear budging at all. His breathing became heavier, and his temperature got higher, but those seemed to come naturally as his body instinct, not his mind.

'Huh, she is surprisingly good at this,' Yroa thought, maintaining his smile as he let his dick be violently ravaged by this demoness' hands. 'I wonder if it's her instinct kicking in, considering that the first minute of it is sloppy at best.'

And then after four minutes of frontal barrage of stimulation, his cock twitched uncontrollably for the first time. Azel, who still wasn't quite sure on whether she should ingest or consume the result of the release to extract the Soul Essence, began to rearrange her body and immediately plunge her head and enwrap the tip with her mouth.

"Oh~!"

She could feel the tremors coursing through him, the muscles clenching as he held himself still. And then, with a hoarse cry, he came, his hot seed filling her to the brim as she milked him. Spurt after spurt painted her walls, marking her speech organ.

'T-the amount of Soul Essence!' Azel cried in confusion whether she should celebrate this or be uncomfortable on how it even came to this. 'The concentration is out of this world, what in the actual heck?? What did Master even consume to have this much??'

It didn't stop there, the wave of gushing warm of cum delicacy was still ongoing. Unyielding, Azel continued to stroke and vacuumed the inside of the cock like she was drinking his balls through a straw.

Yet as soon as Azel thought that there was no more ejaculation after the initial orgasm, there was more. It pulsed out, sniping the back of her already busy throat that was trying to ingest all of the Soul Essence back to her complex structure of soul.

Until after the six waves, Azel choked and decided to release her mouth away from the Soul Essence fountain.

"Phwuah!??"

It kept splurging out, to her hands, to her face, her clothes, like an angry painter who splashed the color of his brush onto the canvas.

"Who said that you can stop now~?" 

Without any warning, Yroa grabbed his familiar's spiraling ram horns and thrusted her back to the cum-drinking business that she had just started. 

"Mmmphue!?"

The poor demon was forced to choke and consume every last bit of the unrelenting waves like a fish that drowned in the sea. And as if it wasn't rough enough, Yroa dragged her head down far below the length of her initial cock-sucking.

Azel's uncontrollable whimpering was all that could be heard, as some of the rich nectar on the esophagus got trailed to her nose.

It was the first time for Azel to get her head filled with nothing but semen, which not only dirtied her thoughts, but probably her whole view on her own origin as part of the demon of lust.

"Huwaa~! That's a relief!" Yroa cheekily snickered, as he still firmly grabbed her familiar's horns for the last thrust, ensuring that every bit of the last wave of semen went in. "Ah right, you're still drowning my cock."

After that, Azel was released. She couldn't help but cough a lot of the cum as her throat was fully intoxicated by it.

It was already a miracle that a dick of that size even fit inside her mouth and throat. And to think that she didn't dislocate her jaw, maybe it was her demonic gene ensuring that she could swallow a larger portion of serving.

"S-so!" Azel said, as the white nectar could still be seen dripping from the edge of her lips. "How's that for a service!"

Her clothing was already very disheveled at this point, with her pants hanging by her plump thighs and her shirt dragged at shoulder length, revealing a large portion of her newly endowed breast.

For a barbaric demon of debauchery, Azel was surprisingly good at self-grooming. Yroa imagined that there would be some body hair in certain places, since it was another world and all. But Azel's body was hairless below the neck.

"Service, you say?" Yroa menacingly said, donning her eerie smile as she cast her narrowed glance at her supposedly naughty demonic servant. "You assaulted me out of nowhere and think that you can back out halfway-done?"

"Hueee??"

"I had just come once, and that's it, done?"

"A-are you sure, Master!?" Azel stuttered, her body shaking in fear as Yroa's silhouette contour loomed over herself. "You just released a whole lot, like, a lot! Also, you aren't afraid that Mr. Zerath will be back if we continue??"

Not to mention, Azel already received a high quality Ascendant's Soul Essence that was more than she could contain and extract. It would take a while until her vessel and body fully absorb it, let alone imbue herself with the harvest that she received just now.

"And you care about that?" Yroa said as he tilted his head.

"Huee??"

Just like how Azel forcefully pushed Yroa's arms to the ground, he laid himself on top of her disheveled and sullied self.

Azel's back was fully replaced by the ground, and even though none of her arms and legs were pinned or anything, she couldn't help but abide by the pressure and laid there without any resistance.

"My dear Azel~" Yroa trailed his finger from her breast to the place where her womb was located, putting a pressure there as he forced her to gaze his beautifully adorable face back. "Even though your body have completely changed, it seems like some screws somewhere in your brain still hasn't fully adapted to it~"

"Ahh??"

"I wonder, are you technically a virgin, now that your whole body has changed~?"

"W-what are you talking about?" Azel nervously replied, as her eyes spiral into confusion from the overstimulation.

Yroa placed his hand on her ample breast. Her silky gray skin was warm to the touch. He traced the curve of her cleavage with his finger, savoring the feeling of her heart beating faster beneath his touch. With each heavy and nervous breath she took, her chest rose and fell, drawing his attention to the delicate pink peaks that hardened under his gaze. 

They were full and supple, like ripe peaches, but firm enough to be played around at the budding nip. 

"That passionate kiss we had, I love every bit of it~" Yroa whispered directly to her knifey ear. "But surely, you lack some expertise on the foreplay~"

"Ahn~??"

"Have you ever kneaded a dough?" Yroa purred. "Just like foreplay, you need to ensure that every touch mixed the surface completely~"

"Aaah, aah~?"

"And when there is a clump, you push it roughly~"

"Aaah~!!?"

"And then for the finishing touch." Yroa sadistically pinched her nipple and pulled it. 

"Hiikh!?"

Azel whimpered as strange euphoria temporarily fogged her vision. Her body convulsed, as her limbs quiver even more from the stimulation that was foreign to her.

She didn't even realize that she was having an orgasm, that how cloudy her mind was.

As she drooled in a confused mess, Yroa cupped her cheeks and pulled her closer to him. She then realized that something was beckoning on the entrance of her damp cave, peeking in like it was ready to enter regardless of the resistance.

"This is what you truly want, isn't it?"

"Hueeh?"

Without a prompt, Yroa smooched her and ravaged her mouth inside with his tongue. At the same time, her cock was plunged into the unknown depth, breaking the maiden status of Azel's new biological vessel.

But thanks to the amount of sensation that he inflicted, Azel barely realized that her hymen was broken. Obviously, not all first time would result in a bloody mess, nor does it feel painful enough for the host to notice. But for this case, Azel won't even realize it still, regardless.

"Mmmmm~? Mmm? Mmmm~" 

With each thrust, he drove the threshold of his cock deeper into her welcoming embrace, filling the gap slowly as Azel's inside cast a firm grip from the overwhelming lust that was accumulated. Muscles tense, slick with perspiration, the mating maintained a steady momentum, pistoning in and out with deliberate mastery. 

Moans escaped her throat, escalating in volume and pitch as the delicious friction mounted between them, until the speed slightly escalated, and the range of the digging extended to knock the entrance of her womb.

In that phase alone, Azel had already gone through numerous orgasm, but Yroa didn't care and continued with her cocksleeve treatment.

If it was the Yroa back then on Earth, he wouldn't even dare to go this deep since hitting the womb comes with a rather great pain on his partner's side. 

But now, in a world where magic and monsters exist, he mindfully takes the possibility of his new servant's body into account, watching and analyzing her reaction. Which depth and angle makes her react the most? Is there any sign of repulsion and pain in her eyes?

"Ahh~" Yroa pulled his tongue out of Azel's defeated face. Her eyes were barely focusing on the smug devil in front of her, as she let her tongue lolled, uncaring about anything other than what currently transpired. 

"Ahhhg, aah, aah?" Azel tried her best to muster her consciousness, even though it was already shattered beyond hazy. "Ahgh, too, too deep~!"

"... I haven't inserted it all to the base."

Only after Yroa noticed that there was nothing but pleasure on Azel's head, he began to let the bull lose by pressing balls-deep into her womb.

"Ouugh~!!"

And as if it weren't enough, Yroa grabbed both of her legs and pinned them down right beside her head. They were surprisingly elastic, allowing for her dump-truck of a rear ripple even more with each clapping of each thrust.

Azel reached orgasm yet again. Even then, the mating press became even more brutal. The rhythmic clapping alone could probably be heard by the nearby beasts who were too afraid to poke their curiosity, or maybe they were already watching from afar.

Not like it mattered for the two of them.

"And here it comes~!"

"Uuuuugh~!!"

Yroa performed a final thrust that was deeper than the last, pushing in his cock further beyond the initial balls-deep. The semen splurged inside like a hose, fueling this demon's womb with enriched cum that would enhance her growth into skyward height.

"Aaah, it's strange now that I can't finish it all in a single thrust." Yroa uttered in intoxication.

Just like before, the seeds come in many waves. And for each batch, Yroa pistoned the hole again and again to ensure that all of it went inside.

Which means that even in the state of mutual orgasms, Azel was still being mating pressed as the cum overflowed into a puddle of mess.