Chapter 593: Sewing Seeds [R18]

In the chamber, a thick womanly scent of his lovers, and the dense musk of his pheromones spread through the air. Sariel and Riel lying face down beside Levia… Erika convulsed on the bed, while calling out Ryuji’s name in a daze as her entrance throbbed, leaking sticky threads of pure white.

“Vinea, Alice… Grab either side of her.”

“Eh!?”

Asmodea gasped as her small body was lifted by the two women and placed onto the table… their hands spreading her meaty thighs to reveal a lovely, neat slit with a faint pink hue.

A fine thread dribbled onto the black table from her soft lips.

“I’ve been a little unfair, Asmodea…”

His gruff voice rumbled through the room, already drowning in lust and depravity.

The young demoness trembled as Vinea and Alice held her aloft, her back pressed against the cold, smooth table. They spread her pale legs further. The candlelight caught the faint gloss of sweat along her thighs, allowing her petals to bloom, small, pink and glistening with a faint honey.

Vinea smirked with a beaming glance at her sister. “Darling, she’s been waiting for this… don’t hold back now.”

Alice touched her fingers, curled just enough to sink into Asmodea’s flesh to keep her stead. “Go on, breathe… let him wipe away your doubts.”

The air thickened as Asmodeus shrugged off the light gown from his shoulders, exposing his muscular, scarred body, his golden hair tied in a ponytail down his neck. He held the base of his throbbing meat, the length and size identical to his natural shape.

Asmodea’s eyes dripped with tears of delight.

Their relationship became distant after the north; she didn’t want to take up other women’s time and became too passive.

Her slit was soaked with expectation as she clenched her buttocks, revealing both holes as her sister and aunt gripped them and pulled the soft meat apart.

One light pink, the closest to a peach hue.

His cock throbbed, swelling with thick, bulging veins a size larger than before.

“Ah…” Asmodea gasped, licking her lips as she stared into his eyes.

Asmodeus stepped forward, his arms wrapped around the naked Vinea and Alice, and he grabbed their buttocks, lifting their bodies off the floor with a playful squeeze.

Both women let out a surprised gasp, their breasts pressing against his chest, the soft heat of their skin mixing with the heat radiating from him. But his gaze never left Asmodea.

Her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths, the little demoness biting her lower lip as if afraid that the wrong sound would break her composure. Yet her trembling thighs betrayed her. The fine honey leaking from between them dripped onto the black wood, the sound almost too loud in the silence between heartbeats.

“Spread her more,” he growled.

Vinea and Alice obeyed without a word, pulling her thighs until the pale flesh trembled from he stretch, her soft petals glistening fully under the flickering light. Asmodea’s breath hitched, her arms reaching for him instinctively, before she caught herself and dug her nails into the Table’s edge instead.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, his voice a deep rumble that made her shiver. “And it’s all mine.”

He stepped between her legs, his shadow swallowing her petite frame. The swollen tip of his cock pressed against her entrance, smearing her slippery honey across the thick crown. Asmodea whimpered, her back lifting off the table, toes clenched tight as her body begged for him despite her silence.

“Ahhhh….”

When he pushed in, the sound that escaped her throat was pure surrender. A breathless cry that trembled with both pleasure and disbelief at how easily he filled her. The first few inches stretched her, the soft heat of her walls clinging desperately, and by the time his shaft buried deeper, her entire body trembled like a bowstring at full draw.

“Ryuji…” she gasped, the name tumbling from her lips like a prayer.

The flicker of her Violet pupils, alternating between red and blue… nostalgic feelings of when they first met flashed through his mind.

Vinea leaned over her shoulder, kissing her temple while whispering, “After all… compared to him, right?”

Alice’s fingers stroked her inner thigh, the motion slow, almost teasing, as if to make her squirm even more around the thick length inside her.

“Liana!”

Asmodeus bent forward, bracing one arm beside her head while the other gripped her hip, his golden hair spilling forward to brush her cheek. “You’ve been patient, my beloved princess,” he whispered against her ear. “Tonight… I’ll make up for every day I didn’t take you.”

And then he moved, with long deliberate thrusts that made her cry out with a different voice each time, the wet sound of thier bodies joining echoing in the chamber dense with the scent of sex. Her nails scraped the table, her voice breaking into lovely, breathless moans that only drove him to pound deeper, each motion violent and fierce as if to remind her body that she belonged to him.

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His hips slammed forward with more force, each thrust making the table shudder beneath them as the black stone collided against the curve of her back. Asmodea’s legs kicked weakly before curling tight around his waist, locking him in as if she feared he might pull away before she was finished.

“You like it when I force you open like this?” he rasped, his grip tightening on her thigh until her skin flushed beneath his fingers.

“Yes—! Ah—! M-More—” Her voice cracked, head tossing back, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes.

Her petite frame jolted with every drive of his hips, the fat length of his cock dragging along every tender ridge inside her. The wet slap of his balls against her peach-soft ass grew louder as her honey oozed, dripping in messy strings onto the table edge.

Vinea bent lower, biting the side of her niece’s thigh before biting down just hard enough to make her gasp. “Hear yourself, little slut… you’re soaking wet like a whore.”

“Shut—hah—shut up!” Asmodea whimpered, but her voice had no strength.

Alice’s fingers were crueller, circling the tight knot of her clit in sharp, teasing flicks between his thrusts. “She’s close,” Alice said with a sly grin. “I can feel her muscles convulsing.”

Asmodeus enjoyed the two women acting as he asked them, just the slight tease made Asmodea’s inside tighten like a vice while panting desperately, her walls rippled around his shaft.

“Oh, I know,” Asmodeus growled, snapping his hips faster. His cock swelled inside her, the veins throbbing, battering her sweet spot again and again until she was clawing at his forearm in helpless desperation.

The sound she made next was raw, unrestrained. A long, broken moan that pitched higher as her body convulsed. Her cunt clenched down hard, milking him as she came, hot juices splashing down his shaft in wet spurts.

“My lovely princess…”

His hips began to move faster, no longer the slow claiming strokes, ignoring her climax as she gasped, her eyes opened wide. “R-Ryuji…! Wait… I just…. Ahhhh!?” Each thrust was sharp, heavy, the blunt head battering her deepest spot until her voice turned into a string of high, breathless cries.

“Ah—! M-Master—” Her words dissolved into moans as he pinned her hips flat, forcing her to take every brutal inch. Her tight little hole spasmed around him, already gushing down the thick base of his cock.

“Master? You lewd girl!”

Vinea smirked over her sister’s trembling form, leaning in to murmur filth into her ear. “Listen to you… squealing like a pig!”

Alice’s nails graved Asmodea’s clit, before her fingertip circled the tiny, swollen bud, before giving a sharp twist. The effect was instant: her hips shot up, bouncing wildly as a hot, clear spray burst from her, splattering the table in a sudden, shuddering tide.

“Hold her still,” he ordered, the growl in his voice raw with lust.

Both women pressed her down against the table as he drove into her harder, faster, his balls smacking her soaked entrance with every piston-like thrust. “Fuck! You’re squeezing me like you’re trying to crush my cock into pulp!”

Her toes curled, back arching, the wet heat of her cunt clenching so tight it was almost painful. “I-I can’t— I’m—!”

“Cum,” he snarled, hammering her through the peak, the table creaking under the force. As he suddenly pounded her against the surface, cracking the table. “Cum on my cock, little princess”

Her body snapped taut, eyes rolling back as a gush of hot nectar flooded around him, her scream cutting through the heavy musk in the room. Her thighs shook violently, every muscle in her small frame quivering as he kept thrusting through her orgasm.

A burning heat burst from his tip… the feeling of his swollen balls pumping inside her was enough to make the Demon Emperor groan in pleasure.

“Liana… your pussy is so comfortable!”

Her silky insides fluttering with his last thrusts with an obscene slosh of cum.

Only when her legs went limp did he slow, pulling out with a wet pop. A thick strand of cum and honey clung between them before dripping onto the black stone, before it bubbled from her slit and pooled into the cracks… with a dense, manly scent.

Vinea and Alice eased her upright, gently lowering her bruised and red thighs. She clung weakly to Asmodeus’s forearm, her chest heaving with glassy eyes filled with exhaustion.

He stroked her hair back, letting her catch her breath, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with her release. “Good girl,” he murmured, a dark smile curling his lips.

Asmodea whimpered, burying her face against his wrist as if to hide from the others, as the sound of her pussy continued to squelch and leak.

His gaze, however, had already shifted. He watched the two women with sweat coating their alluring figures beside him.. Vinea’s lips parted… and her eyes flashed, while Alice scooped the semen from Liana’s cunt, and drank it.

He enjoyed the moment… a scene of pure lust and affection.

“Now…” He said in a low and devilish voice, “which of you is next?”

Vinea’s smile was hungry. “Why not both?”

Alice grinned at her niece, pushing her small chest together and already stepping closer.

Asmodeus chuckled, the sound deep and feral, before gripping them each by the waist and pulling them into his arms. “Then let’s make sure this night is worth remembering.”