Their bodies entangled in a desperate urge to quench the heat within their bodies, Sariel's inexperienced movements dwarfed by her enthusiasm and affection.
She loved Asmodeus dearly as she sought his body, caressing his chest as their lips locked. She loved the warmth of his hands lifting her into the air, wrapped around her buttocks, squeezing as if to tear her apart.
"Master~ you're so aggressive."
"I'm just holding you. You're the one who started this."
His spoke with a low, impassioned grunt as he squeezed her soft flesh, the heat of a succubus unbearable, but he didn't care. He was lost in her, in her body, in her lips, in the smell of her skin. They had waited so long for a moment like this, where no one could interrupt them.
"Mmmm~ kiss me more."
"Then open your mouth and stick out your tongue."
