Chapter 218: In Heat R18

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: In Heat R18

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Grayfia could still remember the nights she’d gone to sleep so badly, completely in heat, back in the Underworld. Because yes, just like yokai, demon women had their own needs to attend to. They went as far as being even worse; a demon woman could slip into madness if left to accumulate for too long. But unlike many yokai and other women, Grayfia was the type of woman who, if she was horny, you wouldn’t know it until you really paid attention. Unfortunately, Sirzechs had never taken the time for that, and Grayfia wasn’t in the habit of letting her own emotions show.

But that wasn’t a problem Damon couldn’t solve easily.

"Nghh... ahhh... ahhh," Grayfia moaned, feeling her master’s thick cock ramming furiously into her. The two of them were in just some random room of the palace. The silver-haired woman still had her French maid dress on, skirt hiked up as far as it would go and her black thong pushed to the side, taking Damon’s thrusts without a care in the world.

The redhead had her by the hips, fingers sunk into the flesh hard enough to leave marks, hammering into her from behind with a rhythm that was anything but gentle. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The sound of his pelvis crashing against that huge ass filled the room, mixed with the wet, obscene sound of her cunt swallowing his cock whole with every thrust.

"Is this what you wanted, Grayfia?" Damon growled, slamming in to the hilt and holding there for a beat, feeling the demon’s walls strangle him, refusing to let go. "This hungry cunt.... you’re nothing but a bitch"

"Ohhh Y-Yes, my master... ahhh... I’m sorry..." she moaned, forehead pressed against the pillow of the bed, hands clutching the sheets. "Forgive me... for being so bad..."

Damon let out a low laugh and gave her a smack that made all the flesh of her ass cheek wobble. "What a dirty cheater you are, Grayfia." Another smack, on the other cheek. "The Lucifer’s wife, the flawless maid, letting herself get fucked like a bitch in heat in some random room."

"Ahhhn!" The moan tore out of her sharp, broken up by the blow. And the worst—or best—part was that she wasn’t lying: the corners of her lips curled upward, parted, unable to hide how much she was loving it. Her eyes, bright and wet, turned just enough to seek him out over her shoulder, looking at him with hunger, those silver irises begging for more without a single word.

Damon met her gaze and gave her exactly that.

He grabbed the fabric of her dress at the back and tore it off her in one pull, the seam giving with a dry rip that left the demon’s back bare, held up by nothing but the straps and the white headdress. Grayfia just moaned, not a hint of protest. Underneath she wore nothing but black lingerie: the lace bra, the thong pushed to the side, the black stockings climbing up those perfect legs to halfway up her thighs.

"Tear it all you want," she whispered, her voice flattened by the thrusts. "This maid... is the property of Lord Damon-sama..."

The redhead growled at that and sank in deeper, until the tip brushed the mouth of her womb. Grayfia felt her eyes roll white for an instant, her tongue starting to hang out of her mouth.

The silver-haired woman’s ass was already red. Marked over and over by Damon’s palm, the skin hot to the touch, trembling with every impact. And Damon loved looking at it: that fat, perfect ass of the Lucifer’s wife, bouncing wildly every time his hips slammed into her, the red shine of his palms drawn over the pale skin.

He slid a hand underneath her body and slipped it inside the bra, kneading one of her breasts with his full palm, her stiff, hardened nipple pressing flat against his fingers.

"Ahhhn! Lord Damon...!" Grayfia arched her back, pushing her tit into his hand, her whole body answering him, opening toward his touch.

"You’re dripping," Damon noted, watching her juices run down her thighs, staining the black stockings, pooling in a growing little puddle on the bed beneath her. "How long have you been waiting for this cock? Be honest."

"E-Every day..." the demon confessed, panting. "This body hasn’t stopped thinking... about my master’s cock... ahh... ahhn..."

"Dirty girl," Damon murmured, giving her another smack and then another, alternating cheeks; the sound of consecutive smacks rang through the room. The silver-haired woman’s joyful cries rang out nonstop, the smile on her face growing wider as pleasure ate away at her ability to think.

Damon pulled his cock out all at once. "Ahhh... no... no, Lord Damon, don’t take it out..." she protested instantly, hips moving on their own, seeking backward, her cunt open and pulsing, dripping onto the bed.

Damon looked at her for a moment. Then, without a word, he dropped his hand and slapped her directly on the pussy.

"AHY!" Grayfia’s whole body jerked, legs trembling, a spray of juices splashing the bed, cumming like a faucet with no valve.

"You like being abused?" the redhead asked, giving her another slap. SMACK! The wet, carnal sound of his palm against the soaked cunt rang out, so obscene and filthy that Grayfia couldn’t help cumming again. "YESSS," the battered silver-haired woman’s eyes rolling white, cramps racing back up from the tips of her toes to her tailbone.

Damon pulled his soaked hand away and left it resting there for a moment, laid over her red, swollen cunt, no pressure, just the warmth of his palm. Then he began to stroke her. Slow, with just the tips of his fingers, running up and down the swollen lips, brushing her clit without squeezing it, drawing small circles around the sensitive flesh.

"Nnnh... aaah..." Grayfia shuddered, hips moving on their own behind the soft touch, seeking it without realizing. "Lord Damon...."

"Shhh. Rest a moment," Damon said, voice low, fingers sliding between the reddened folds, coating themselves in her juices, rising back to her clit gently. "You’re doing so well, Grayfia."

The demon moaned, eyes still unfocused, legs trembling with every pass of his fingers. Every stroke reignited a wave of spasms, making her arch her back just barely, her hard nipples scraping the sheets.

"Ahh... ahhn... Damon-sama..." she panted, head buried in the bed, mouth open, breath ragged. "Your fingers... ahh... they’re so..."

"Like this?" he asked, pressing a little harder on her clit between two fingers, rubbing it in tiny motions.

"AHN! Y-Yes—, there—, right there!" Her toes curled inside the black stockings, heels tensing, another wave of tremors sweeping her from head to toe. Another thread of juice dripped from her cunt, smearing onto Damon’s hand, which never stopped stroking her, not once.

He kept at it, rubbing her slow, letting her savor the pleasure without taking her anywhere, while the demon’s tremors went from convulsions to soft waves, and from soft waves to melting completely into the bed, her breathing deep and slow in pure satisfaction.

"Good girl," Damon murmured as he withdrew his hand, licking his fingers, tasting her. "Breathe. We’re barely getting started." And with that the redhead grabbed her by the shoulder and flipped her over, onto her back on the bed.

Grayfia didn’t waste a second. The moment her back hit the mattress, she spread her legs wide open, her red, overflowing cunt left fully on display, the black thong barely a damp strip pushed to the side. Her arms opened toward him, face flushed, lower lip bitten, silver eyes locked on Damon with a starving devotion she wouldn’t have shown anyone else under the sky. "Let me see your face, my master," she begged. "I want to see Damon-sama while he uses me..."

The redhead happily settled between her legs, grabbed one of them and threw it over his shoulder, opening her past flexible, and with a single thrust buried himself to the hilt.

"AAAAAAHHHN!"

The scream bounced off the walls of the room. Grayfia felt the cock plow through her until it struck the mouth of her womb, and the world went white for a second. Her toes curled, and a hot spurt burst from her cunt, soaking Damon’s stomach.

"What the hell, woman, you’re already cumming and I’m barely starting," Damon mocked, not slowing down one bit. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! The god’s hips hammered without pause, every thrust sinking the cock in to the balls, the wet sound multiplying with the juices that wouldn’t stop pouring out.

"I-I can’t help it...! Ahhn! Ahhh! It’s just that my master’s cock... is too good...!" Grayfia sobbed, mouth open in an idiotic look of ecstasy, tongue loose and drool running from the corner of her lips. Her tits bounced inside the ruined bra with every blow, and Damon leaned in, tore the cup off with one yank and took a hard nipple into his mouth, suckling it while he kept fucking her.

"AHYYY! Yes...! Use me, please...!" she screamed, arching up, nails digging into the redhead’s back.

Damon bit down, left the mark, and switched tits to do the same. Meanwhile, the rhythm of his hips turned more brutal, the tip of his cock pounding the mouth of her womb with every blow.

"Is this how you dreamed I’d use you? Answer." he growled against her chest.

"Y-Yeeees! A thousand times yes...!" the demon confessed without a shred of shame, eyes rolled white. "No one...! No one has ever made me feel like this...!!"

Grayfia’s cunt clamped down around the cock with a force as a brutal orgasm tore through the silver-haired woman, and another spray shot out of her, soaking the redhead’s thighs and forming a dark puddle under her ass. "Cumminngggg...!" she howled, voice wrecked, body convulsing beneath him.

Damon kept hammering her through the orgasm, refusing to give her a break, and the demon was grateful for every second of it: the overstimulation had her seeing stars, tongue hanging out, drool running down her chin until it wet the white headdress she still wore, perfect and unmoved like the rest of her image of the ideal maid. Only her red, wrecked, dripping cunt told the truth.

"Look at yourself," Damon growled, grabbing her by the chin and forcing her gaze to focus. "The great maid of the house of Gremory. Nothing but a Lucifuge bitch, though it doesn’t surprise me, considering who created your clan."

"I-I’m... I’m Damon-sama’s maid..." she babbled, unfocused eyes trying to find her master. "Inside and out... this cunt, this mouth and this ass... belong to the King of Olympus..."

Damon liked what the silver-haired woman had just said a lot. He growled, straightened up, grabbed both her legs by the ankles, leaned over her with his full weight and started fucking her, using the angle to crush her into the mattress.

"AHHH! AHHH! AHHHN!" Grayfia’s screams no longer resembled words. Pure sound, pure pleasure, punched out of the depths of her throat in pushes. Her desperate hands clutched at the redhead’s back, nails raking his skin and leaving red marks.... SLAPP SLAPPP SLAPPPP.... another orgasm tore through Grayfia, and she stretched her legs as far as they would go. "OHHHH" Only for Damon to keep pounding into her without pause, and another instantaneous orgasm exploded, to the point that the silver-haired woman had already lost count, tongue flicking side to side out of her mouth, her walls strangling Damon’s cock with glee, and the obscene sound of his strokes filling the room like music.

Damon felt his own limit closing in with the squeeze. He buried his cock to the hilt, once, twice, and on the third he emptied himself inside her, thick jets of cum flooding the demon’s womb until it overflowed, white cream escaping past the edges of her wrecked cunt.

"Ahhhh...!" Grayfia trembled through every jet, legs gripping him like clamps, her body wringing out every last drop with slow, deep contractions. "So hot.... thank you for filling your maid..."

They stayed like that a moment, panting, Damon’s chest rising and falling against her tits. Then the redhead pushed himself up, slid his arms under her body and lifted her off the bed like she weighed nothing.

"Lord Damon...?" Grayfia blinked, arms winding around his neck on instinct.

"I’m not done with you yet." Damon sank his fingers into that fat ass, his hands disappearing between the red flesh, holding her by the cheeks as his cock, still hard, repositioned itself against her dripping cunt. "The day is long, isn’t it...."

Grayfia just smiled viciously, face burying itself in the redhead’s neck, and moaned like a bitch in heat against his skin as he began lifting her and dropping her onto his cock, using her up and down, completely at his mercy.