Inside a dark large room of a king sized bed were two people, one sleeping, while sleep was unable to find the other. The male, who had long crimson hair, was snoring softly while the person next to him was softly moaning.
It was a woman of unearthly beauty. She looked to be in her early twenties, with silver hair and matching eyes that were currently clouded with lust and half-lidded. Her hair, usually tied in twin-braids with blue ribbons on the end, flowed freely to the back all the way to the top of her bountiful bottom. The woman's usually creamy pale skin was flushed red in arousal as her feminine fingers played with her large F-cup breasts while her other hand slid down her hourglass figure.
The woman's elegant voice came out in short husky gasps and weak moans as she worked her hand into her lightly dripping mound. Her other hand massaging her plump bosom while lightly pumping her magic fingers in and out of her private area.
Moaning as softly as she could, her slender fingers dug deep into her womanhood, her silver eyes glancing over to see her faithful husband still sleeping. A shameful blush formed on her face as she continued to furiously finger herself.
Pelvis arching, the dripping female juice leaked out, spilling down to her ass, lubricating her rose-bud before staining the white sheets below. Moving her fingers around inside her, while massaging her clint with the palm of her hand, she tried to find the sweet spot that had not been pleased for a few years, and it was not by the man beside her. Her desperation grew with each pump, three fingers now inside her cunt, moved in a rapid rhythm in search of the spot.
The beauty couldn't find it, however, no matter how much she searched herself over the years. Even her husband couldn't please her like the person who had hit it before. Every time they fucked, she could never find that earth-shattering release. Her fingers greedily wanting more of what he'd awoken inside her.
"D-Damn!" She softly cursed, letting her sleek fingers out of her pulsing cunt. Her damp silver hair stuck to her cherry red lips that were set in a frustrated frown at not finding that feeling again. 'This is ridiculous! I am Grayfia Lucifuge, the Queen and wife of Sirzechs. I can't be thinking of that night again!' The usually stoic beauty thought in anger.
Grayfia's nipples were sharp to a point and red from the furious pinches and tweaks she had done for who know how long as she pleased herself. Her body ached and screamed in sexual starvation and release that continued to escape her after each self-pleasure and sexual encounter by the man beside her.
"It's all your fault…you bastard." She muttered silently, her voice hushed in the dark room as she played out the reason why she was not satisfied.
It was two years ago when the beauty had gone to the human world to let out some steam from the fight she had with Sirzechs. He had made her so mad that she had gone out for a few drinks. That was when she met the man who would soon become her fantasies at night.
It was getting late in the night and Grayfia was walking around in a drunken mess, slurring out curses when she bumped into the fifteen-year-old brunette. His name was Issei Hyoudou and was walking around town because he was sad that his friends ditched him again. Sympathetic, even while drunk, she listened to his sadness.
She didn't know how, but when Issei thanked her for listening to him, she felt something stir inside her. The next thing that happened was a blur in her memory. Grayfia had found herself leaned against the wall of the public bathroom area, her tits out, and having the teen's amazingly large prick begin ploughed deep inside her dripping pussy.
To her utter shame, she had become his slut after that session, moaning out his name like he was a God, while he hit spots inside her no one else had ever touched. After it was all done, she had the greatest orgasm of her life from a boy who had given his virginity to.
Grayfia walked Issei home, and before she left, Issei whispered something into her ear that left a shiver go down her spine. "You'll always be mine, slut." Shutting the door to his home, Grayfia could only lean there, shocked and aroused by the audacity this teen had.
She then returned home and, wanting to forget the boy and his cock, had sex with Sirzechs. The sex with him that night and the nights to follow left her having orgasms that just couldn't compare to the brunette caused her to experience.
Her mind soon wandered to that day and the pleasure the boy caused.
~Two Years Ago~
"Stupid, hic, Sirzechs." A slightly slurred female voice was heard. Even while slurred, the voice held an elegant air to it that would be found in a princess or someone high in society.
The men walking by couldn't help but stop and stare at the woman, ignoring their females on their arms for the woman in front of them. She was in her early twenties with long silver hair that was tied in a ponytail with a braid hanging off her shoulder. She wore no make-up, showing off her natural breathtaking beauty. The woman wore clothes that looked like it was made of the finest silk known to man. She was outfitted with a black shirt with yellow trims on each side that hugged her body perfectly and parted aside at the lower part, exposing a little bit of her midriff, making her sexy yet elegant at the same time. Around her neck and shoulder was a long, light green scarf made from light material, which reached down to her womanly hips. The way her jeans hugged her perfect child bearing hips, showing off her sexy mile long legs, made all those drool at the sight.
The woman was known as Grayfia Lucifuge, a devil and wife to the current Lucifer, Sirzechs. She loved her husband drearily, but sometimes his childish personality could get on her nerves. So, taking her day off, she decided to go to the human world and explore a little. That was when she went into a bar and had a few glasses. Not able to hold alcohol, she left with a light stumble and continued to complain about her husband to herself.
When she finally got a little of her mind back, she noticed she was in the local park and something else was peaking her interest. It was a fifteen-year-old boy sitting on the bench with a depressed expression.
While she was usually a stoic woman, she couldn't help but want to help the younger male. "Hey, are you alright?" She asked, making the teen look up so she could see his brown eyes that widened. She giggled in her mind when she saw the large blush appear on his face.
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