CHAPTER 18: CHAPTER NO.18 GRAYFIA’S FALL*

*SMUT ALERT*

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[Location: Morningstar Manor, New York]

Both of us entered the random room first, once we saw it. It was a spacious room. I was about to take the lead as the self-proclaimed experienced one, albeit not by much, but still more than Grayfia. But she pushed me on the bed, making me sit at the edge.

I showed surprise at the bold move when she said, "As a maid, it is my duty to serve my master. Leave it to me, Dominic."

Seeing the devotion in her eyes, I let her do as she pleases and relax myself. She kneeled between my legs and took out my cock and took it in her slender hands. She gave it a few strokes to make it hard and started to lick it, starting from the tip and going all the way down to the base.

Although she was inexperienced, the innate sense of lust from the demon race was still there. She gave my shaft a few more licks and started to take it in her mouth. At first, she had to adjust due to me being solid nine inches. But she persevered and managed to take half of it in.

After bobbing up and down for some time, she started swirling her tongue all over my cock, although her technique was not the greatest, her being a little clumsy had its own charm.

Slurp~ Slurp~

My cock began to release precum due to the stimulation. I put my hand on her hair, guiding her and started to thrust my hips slowly, making my cock reach deeper inside her mouth each time.

Suddenly, Grayfia took my cock out of her mouth and started shedding her clothes. She looked incredibly sexy and irresistible in her underwear, as she quickly removed her bra and placed my cock in between her big knockers with only the tip pocking and started to rub it by putting her hands on either side of her breasts.

"Urgh!"

A guttural moan left my throat due to the immense pleasure I was subjected to, ’The softness of her boobs is unreal. My legs feel like they are jelly.’

As soon as she heard me moaning like a cheap whore— Grayfia started blowing on the glans, giving me an unholy amount of pleasure. The buildup from the blowjob and now boobjob made me reach my limit, and my baby pudding rushed out in full force from my balls to the tip of my cock.

I quickly held Grayfia’s head in a tight grip, and pushed my hips until they touched her chin. As a result, my cock went deep inside her throat—

Ugh!

Guack!

Her throat was so tight, making me more horny as I released all my semen deep inside her throat.

Spulrt~ Spulrt~

Grayfia took it like a champ and drank it all. I released my grip on her head and took my shaft out. She showed me her mouth, that no cum was left in it, making my dragon rise to stiffness again, ready for claiming its cave.

Thus, I had enough as I picked Grayfia up and threw her on the bed and covered her small body with my own. My gaze locked onto her eyes filled with lust, which she reciprocated. Her gaze was filled with literal hearts forming in her eyes. I placed my finger on her cave and found it flooding. Seeing that no foreplay was required, I tore her panties away and positioned my throbbing cock at her entrance.

I thrust my entire length inside her at once to cause her, to lessen the duration of pain.

Ugh!

Anhn!

Seeing her in pain, I kissed her to distract her from the pain. She had cleaned her mouth beforehand with magic. Her lips were supple and soft; it was like biting into cherries. I forced my tongue inside her mouth and started dominating her tongue.

Grayfia quickly forgot about the pain as she focused on our connected lips, overlapping my lips with her own while swirling her tongue to dominate mine.

But suddenly I pulled my shaft back, leaving only the head inside.

"Ahhhhnnn—Muffled~" Her moan got muffled inside our connected mouth, and I thrusted inside at once.

Oh~ Oh~ OHH—

I started pistoning, continued doing those long and powerful thrusts without stopping.

My cock was reaching her cervix; ordinarily, any normal human female would feel mind-thrashing pain due to this, but demon physiology took it as a pleasure amplifier. The moans of Grayfia were becoming more and more animalistic as time went by, as the frequency of my thrusts increased to the point where my hips were a blur.

"Ahn! It fels sho good! Master’s cock is dwestering my pussy!"

"OOOH! I can feel something coming!"

Just as Grayfia spoke in an animalistic voice, I also felt the urge to empty my balls inside my faithful maid’s womb. So I increased my thrusting speed even more than before—

[Armament Core: Proficiency increased by 5%]

I ignored the notification, as mt whole attention was on the moaning mess which was my Grayfia.

If a normal human were in her place, her body would have been long since become a paste. But again, demon physiology for the win.

"I AM CUMMING MASTERRRRR!"

"Me too, Grayfia, me too. Take my seeds into your womb."

Both of us orgasmed at the same time, our cries echoing against the high walls of the manor room like a forbidden hymn that no priest, angel, or demon would dare sanctify. The bed beneath us creaked, groaned, and shuddered as if struggling to contain the storm of our union, while the air thickened with the mingling scents of sweat, mana, and something older — the reek of sin, unrepentant and proud.

Grayfia’s body convulsed beneath me, silver hair fanned out across the sheets like a halo of frost, her nails digging deep into my back. Each scratch was a claim, each tremor a confession. She clung to me as if letting go meant returning to that endless millennium of silence. I felt her shudder around me, wave after wave of pleasure gripping me so tight it threatened to pull me under.

Her crimson eyes, usually calm, sharp, and unyielding, were now wide and glowing with feral hunger. Tears — of ecstasy, of release, perhaps of something deeper — clung to the edges of her lashes but refused to fall. "Dominic..." she gasped, voice breaking like fragile glass. My name, on her lips, was not a formality. It was invocation. Prayer. Curse. Claim.

I kissed her hard to keep her from saying more, to devour the very sound before it escaped. She returned it with equal desperation, our tongues clashing in the same rhythm as our bodies. The kiss was messy, wet, but it didn’t matter. Perfection had no place here — only truth.

And truth was this: Grayfia had fallen.

Not in battle. Not by blade or spell. But by choice. The legendary Silver-Haired Queen of Annihilation, feared by legions and revered by demons, had surrendered herself entirely to me — Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar. This was no servant’s duty. No queen’s calculated pact. This was something rawer, wilder. It was hers. It was mine.

I felt the aftershocks still rippling through her as I slowed my thrusts, drawing out every last fragment of her climax until she was trembling beneath me like a string stretched to breaking. Her breaths came sharp and uneven, her chest heaving, pale skin glistening faintly in the dim light. My own lungs burned, but I refused to look away from her face — flushed, vulnerable, more human in this moment than I had ever thought possible.

The silence after was not empty. It was heavy, alive with the weight of what we had done. A line crossed, a bond reforged not by contracts of blood but by the kind of intimacy even demons whispered about in fear.

[Armament Core: Proficiency increased by 15%]

[Unique Bond Detected: Soul Resonance Established]

The system’s cold, clinical voice echoed inside me, a reminder that even in the height of passion, my cheat did not sleep. But for once, I ignored it. Whatever it meant — whatever "soul resonance" implied — could wait. Grayfia could not.

She shifted beneath me, arms sliding up to wrap around my neck, pulling me down until our foreheads touched. Her voice, still trembling, broke the silence. "Do you understand, Dominic? What this means?"

I swallowed hard, staring into those crimson eyes that had seen centuries of war and solitude. "Yeah," I whispered. "It means you’re mine. And I’m yours."

Her lips curved into a smile — not the sharp, icy smirk of the maid, not the cold grin of the queen, but something frightening in its tenderness. "Exactly," she breathed. "There is no undoing this. You cannot cast me aside, not now. Not ever. Even if the Satans come. Even if the realms burn. Even if you try to run from me, Dominic... I will follow. I will never let you go."

A shiver ran down my spine. Her words weren’t a promise — they were a decree, the kind only Grayfia Lucifuge could deliver. And the terrifying part? I wanted it. I wanted the chains she offered, forged not of iron or duty, but of her heart.

I collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Her body molded against mine as though it had always belonged there. For the first time in a thousand years, she wasn’t the maid or the queen. She was simply Grayfia — trembling, exhausted, fulfilled.

And as I held her, I realized something else: I, Dominic Nocturne von Morningstar, had fallen too.

Not in shame. Not in defeat. But into her. Into us.

The night stretched on, the manor outside cloaked in silence, the world beyond plotting and waiting. But here, in this room, there was only breath, warmth, and the unshakable truth that nothing would ever be the same again.

Grayfia had fallen. And I had no intention of letting her rise alone.

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