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Lord Asmodeus can feel Sarah's body tenses and then relaxes in his arm as they fly over the castle. What surprises him is her soft touch to his cheek, making him look down at her. Her face slightly flush with color. Her eyes soft and curious. Her fingers trace his jaw line towards his chin and back up again. She wraps her hand around the base of his neck, lightly tugging. Taking it to be a sign she wants to be up closer to his face, he lifts her. Her eyes dart along his feature, giving him the sense she is still trying to figure him out. No fear from her. She calmly places her lips to his. Her lips soft and warm, he drinks them in. Wrapping his arms tighter around her.
Gliding in, he deliberately lands on the roof top. An oasis. One of his many well kept gardens, a garden of Eden, she thinks to herself. She pulls away, taking in its sights and scents. Her mind becomes fuzzy. She turns her gaze back to Lord Asmodeus. He has transformed into his human appearance. A heat in her begins to grow. Her heart starts to race. Her breath quickens. She wants him, but doesn't know why.
His hand cups her face, pulling her in as plants a passionate kiss on her lips. A low moans vibrate through her throat. He releases her and smiles. Her hands start to explore his chest. Her eyes traveling with them. She stops at his buckle and quickly looks up into his eyes. He nods. With a firm grip, she yanks it away, never losing eye contact. She drives her hand in, taking hold of his shaft. She caresses him, pumping her hand up and down. He lets out a deep pleasing growl. Her hand moves faster.
"You can read my mind?" she asks. He nods while enjoying her touch. "Then I won't need to tell what I want you to do to me or how I want to do it to me?" Images of what she desperately wants him to do to her flood his mind.
His fingers curl in her light strawberry long curly hair. Pulling it tight. He arches her head back, hard and fast. He leans to partake, but stops. The bruises from the night before are still fresh on her neck. She forces another image out to him. His hesitation gone. He violently kisses his way across her neck. At the curve, forcing her head to one side. Opening his mouth wide, he bites down, hard. His mouth closes in around her flesh and he begins to suck along the edge of her shoulder. She screams out, digging her nails into his back. He starts to lift away, but is stopped by her hand on the back of his head, pushing him into her neck once more. His left hand clasps her breast, squeezing it. Pushing, pulling it. I am not fragile. I won't break. Please, let me feel. I need to feel something. Don't be gentle with me. The words keep running through his mind from her. This time it's the overwhelming loneliness he feels from her. The passion is a second thought.
His hand runs across the small of her back, continuing on to her ass. Gathering her in, smashing his hips into her. His dick, hard against her pelvic. The heat in her lower abdomen grows into an inferno. They wrench their bodies, falling to the lush grass beneath them. Pain races through her chest cavity as all the air in her pushes out from the impact. Her eyes lightly water.
"Breathe, Sarah, breathe!" he whispers to her in her ear. She sucks in hard, forcing her lungs to expand. Seconds pass. He pauses, giving her that moment to regain herself. "Better?" She gives him a timid nod. Rushing in, his lips wrap around her mouth. His tongue dances within its warmth. The grip she has on his hair increases, compelling him to press harder. He draws back with his lower lip gently caught in her teeth. She releases him and grins.
He glides he eyes to her breasts. They heave with her heavy pants. His fingers catch the top edge of her garment. With a vigorous jerk, her breasts are free. Firm round mounds with pale pink nipples dance from the movement. He dives in, cramming one into his mouth while compressing the other in his palm. He nips, pulling the tender mound up, letting it pop from his teeth's grip. Repeating over and over again on both. She arches her back, pressing up into him, wailing in pure ecstasy. His mouth travels down, stopping at the rim of her chinos. His tongue gorges on her belly button, flicking the metal ring around. Sucking and biting as he moves from side to side on her waist. Another violent tug, removing her pants. Trimmed delicate curls lay on top, protecting her pussy.
With one hand, he places one of her legs over his shoulder, exposing her wet mound. Taking in a long gratifying sniff, drinking in her womanly perfume. His mind spins as if her very scent is a drug to his senses. He shakes his head to clear it, not wanting to lose control. If he does, she surely would be hurt. Her hips wiggle and grind, wanting his tongue to dive into her. Tiny bites as he moves towards his main meal. With his fingers, he spreads her mound's lips, revealing her swollen clit. A quick lap with his tongue. Her body vibrates. Another and another, gently teasing her. Her hips thrust up at the same time her hands press his head down. Wanting to force him to do more. He laughs, very pleased with her reactions. His hot breath washes over her wetness.
He plunges in, nipping and pulling at her sensitive area. She explodes with a powerful orgasm, rocking her world. Stars flutter in front of her eyes. Tiny convulsion blaze through her. Not giving her a moment's rest, his tongue descends into her creamy canal. Consuming her juices. Her taste, her nectar spurs him on, driving him crazy with want, no need for more. His low growl rumbles through her as he feverishly works his tongue in and out of her, slamming against all of her G spot. Her hips wrench and thrust up for more. Her voice signs out in wanton gluttony. An explosion of ecstasy as her juices flow and he quickly gains each drop. His mind goes blank, but he forces himself to stay in control. The threat of him changing into his demon form is very real. He can't, he mustn't!
"Please. Please!" she begs, wanting him inside her. He moves his way back up to her, taking in the sight of her bright skin flushing with pink. "Please, I want all of you!" With her hands, she takes hold of his cock, rubbing it up and down her drenched pussy. His body gives a slight shudder as she lines him up with her hole. Slowly, he pushes himself in. Inch by wonderful inch. She moans in delight. He pushes further in and holds himself there. Her hips grind upward, making him enter deeper. He pulls back. With a forceful trust, he bottoms out, slamming into her womb.
Pain races through her, turning into bliss as he pumps in and out of her. His thrust becomes more violent, more frenzied. She keeps time with each of his thrusts. Their hearts race to the same rhythm. No one has ever kept up with him. No other human, nor demon. His mind becomes fuzzy with the thought. His mouth devours hers. She is all he'll ever need or want. His form begins to change, trying desperately not to. He fails. He vaults his head towards the sky, roaring out his pleasure. His claws dig into her sides as he dangerously sinks his cock into her. Her blood begins to flow from his grip. He reaches up with one of his talons and kneads her breast, cutting into her skin.
"Johnathon!" she whimpers between gasps, "Johnathon, destroy me!" The pain, the pleasure is too much for her. Her eyes roll back into her head as she passes out from his violent invasion. He pulls her limp frame up onto him. Lifting her, slamming her back down onto his swollen cock. His claws creating more gouges in her flesh. Her red bodily fluid mixes with their sweat. He hasn't had enough. He continues to thrust his manhood into her. He bites down on one of her breast, breaking skin. He drinks her blood, savoring its taste. He will destroy her. With that very thought, he releases a flood of his essence into her wanton pussy. Screaming at the sky in a booming growl of ecstasy, his body jerks with each pump of his cum into her until there is nothing left to give.
He brings her in close, tightly embracing her. Her head flops into his shoulder, sending a shock wave of realization through him. "NO!" he exclaims in a husky whisper, "What have I done?" He gently lays her onto the ground. Panic takes over. Gathering up her torn clothing, he tries to press down on her wounds to stop them from bleeding. Scooping her up into his arms, he hurries for the door into the castle. The stairs curve downward from the tower. Skipping steps as he races against time to save her.
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His foot slams into the doors of her chamber, scaring the hell out of Chris. His demon presence always did scare her. She did as she was told and waiting for them to return. "Girl, grab some towels, quickly!" he commands, placing Sarah onto the bed. His movements caused the wound to bleed again. He firmly presses down. Chris turns, holding a pile of towels. "Can you sew?" She nods. "Hurry! Get a needle and some thread!" He examines her cuts. Thankfully only a few needed to be stitched back together. His frame shifts, returning himself to his human form.
Chris returns once again. She threads the needle as her master steps back, letting her in to close the wounds on Sarah's waist. She works as fast as she can without harming Sarah too much. Four wounds needed her attention. One by one she does so.
"Done, my lord!" Chris bows and backs away. "We'll need to clean her so she won't get any infection." Lord Asmodeus nods, gathering Sarah once again into his arms. Chris races ahead, turning the water on in the shower to warm it. She holds the door open as he brings Sarah in and under the warmth. Her red liquid runs into the drain. With a plush cloth lathered with a silky soap, he dabs her injuries.
Chris stands, waiting outside of the shower with a bath sheet ready. Fear fills her as her thoughts bombard her with all sorts of ideas as to what has happened to her friend. Tears trickle down her cheeks. She softly sniffles, hoping her master does not hear her silently cry.
"I'm sorry, Sarah!" Lord Asmodeus says. His voice dripping with sorrow. He folds her into his strong embraces. Hugging her close to him. He silently curses himself for what he has done to her. Stepping out of the enclosure. He lets Chris place the sheet across Sarah's body.
"My lord, I gathered bandages to wrap her wounds." Zuel states, bowing his head as they enter her bedroom. Lord Asmodeus turns and nods to Chris, who quickly takes the wrappings from Zuel. She follows him over to the bed. As she encases Sarah with the white bandages, her master helps lift and turn the woman's frame to help with the prose.
Without a word, Lord Asmodeus leaves the room. Zuel and Chris watch as he smashes his way through the doors, disappearing into the darkness of the hallway.
"What happened?" Zuel asks, turning his gaze to the servant.
