Torturing The Spirit VIII (R-18)

 While Lunisa drowned in the euphoric sensation, squeezing the Archdemon of his seed, Alros groaned, her fleshy inside squeezing him in the best way possible.

 "Yes, that's it, slave. Fuck, it feel good," he grunted, his dick pumping into her pussy, squelching sounds form by his ruthless pounding.

 As for the Spirit, she moaned like a whore, her arms and legs dangling, the strength of her limbs gone as the climaxes sapped it out of her. Not like she could do anything about it, with her being chained.

 Speaking of the chains, Alros snapped his finger, removing it and causing her to almost fall due to her not having any supports. The almost is due to one of his arm found itself wrapped around her, preventing her from falling. 

 With her secure, Alros buck his hip, slamming his dick into her soaking puss and eliciting another loud moan, her tongue shooting out of her mouth as a result.