The Damned Demon

Lysandra pressed her lips together as Asher hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties, pulling them downward.

Cold air rushed in, causing goosebumps to erupt across her exposed skin.

An exhilarating heat coursed through her veins, heightening her awareness of every touch and glance.

"So beautiful..." Asher voiced with a mesmerized look.

His gaze fell onto the provocative allure of Lysandra's body, her sweet, pink folds glistening, nestled within a silver-lavender bush, adding an extra layer of mystique to her already enchanting form.

"You…" Her voice, suddenly uncertain of its usual imperious command, stuttered and halted as she tried to remain composed while his scorching gaze remained focused on her revealed private region.

"You should focus on why we are doing this instead of…" Her voice trailed off abruptly, her tone wavered like the flicker of the nearby growing fire.

She didn't know why but she felt a bit self-conscious under his watchful gaze.

Ignoring her remark, Asher, caught in the allure of her blush-stained face and the enticing sight before him, buried his face into her fragrant womanhood, losing himself in its allure.

His muscular arms, wrapped around the voluptuous curve of her buttocks, pulling her towards him eagerly and letting his fingers dig into her soft flush.

"Hn~…what are you doing…" She weakly mumbled upon feeling his warm breath tickling her sensitive flesh, inciting a series of warm shudders.

"Relax…I only want to make you feel better," Saying so, Asher gave into the heady sensation, intoxicating him more than the finest wine.

His mouth engulfed her soft, warm cave as if he wanted to taste it all at the same time.

The primal pleasure of her unique taste, the intoxicating aroma of femininity hidden amidst her lavender bush, aroused every cell in his body.

"Hahn~..." Lysandra unconsciously gasped with a shudder that passed over her body as quick as lightning the moment she felt her intimate narrow opening getting engulfed by his wet, hot mouth.

His tongue danced skillfully over her labia and savoring her unique flavor, he sucked eagerly, teasing her entrance with quick flicks.

He delved deeper into her folds, sealing his mouth over her sweet bud.

His hot breath against her was a striking contrast to the cold air, making Lysandra buck lightly in response.

"Haa~..."

A gasp escaped Lysandra's mouth as the intense sensation spread outward from her inner flesh, straight to her curling toes and arching back.

She tried to focus her wavering mind, her breath hitched; the cool composure she usually retained seemed to dissipate with his every move.

Her hands instinctively reached out to his head, threading her fingers through his moon-white hair. The contrasting elements, his rough tongue against her sensitive flesh, drew a low, resonant moan from her.

"Ah~Asher…" she whimpered raggedly, trying to shield her pleasured moans behind half-hearted reproach and attempt to stop him.

She didn't know why she was finding it so hard to say the word 'Stop'.

But what she knew was that she had never felt such warmth stirring within her body in a very long time…a warmth that made her feel cherished and protected.

His large hands moved upward from her sweat-glistened buttocks, trailing goosebumps all over her skin, anchoring themselves against her hips.

His tongue, skillful and experienced, heightened the sensations, making Lysandra loosen her moans without her realizing it,

"Haa~...Hnn~...Heunn~..."

Asher took his time, licking, sucking, and teasing her elegantly shaped pussy, devouring her as if it were the most precious delicacy.

He passionately kissed and sucked on her pink folds, as if he was making out with a lover, letting her puffy vulva envelop his mouth while his hands massaged her plump butt-cheeks.

"Smch...Mwch...Mmmnch..." Wet sounds of his lips kissing her lower sweet lips echoed in the otherwise silent cavern while Lysandra's fingers curled up within his hair, finding it hard to resist the heat he was sending into her body by ravaging her lower lips.

Struggling for calm as the heat pooled between her thighs, spikes of pleasure sent her senses spiraling into forgotten ecstasy.

"A-Asher~...Hnn~..." His name escaped her lips between strained breaths, spoken with a desperation masked by pleasure and a half-hearted attempt to make him slow down.

She could feel the wet heat pooling within her lower abdomen, making her wonder if she was really taking pleasure in his touch.

Why was he making her feel all this? He was supposed to be just an ally with common motivations, yet she was feeling such indecorous sensations from someone so young, let alone a king who was supposed to be her enemy.

"I-It's coming!~" Lysandra gasped and warned him as she felt as if she could no longer hold the pooling wet heat within her.

Time seemed suspended as pure pleasure pulsed through Lysandra's coiling body.

The feeling, both once forgotten and vivid, coursed through her veins, like being struck by a bolt of warmth.

But before she could brace herself, an unexpected wave of orgasm tore through her, and her knees buckled in the face of the intense bliss, "Heunnnnn!~~"

The sensation rippled out from her innermost center, spreading a wave of euphoria that washed over both her body and mind while she tried her best to control her body.

But it completely consumed her and she released a sharp gasp. Her heart pounded against her chest, a throb that echoed like a drum in her ears.

As each wave hit, her grip on him tightened, and composure became just a forgotten word amidst the intoxication.

Through remaining silent, she failed spectacularly as every merest touch of his tongue drew an uncontrollable reaction from her.

Her royal demeanor crumbled under his expert ministrations, the essence of her – raw and unfiltered flooded his mouth even when she weakly and in vain tried to make his head move away.

However, Asher refused to move and kept pressing his muscular body intimately against her voluptuous figure.

His arms encircling her firm buttocks, he kept pressing his lips to her sweet folds, tasting her with an unexpected fervor.

Lost in the intoxicating essence, Asher consumed every drop of her essence, his throat working to swallow her warm juices.

"Haannn~...Don't…swallow that~...Hnnnn~..." Lysandra winced as her face heated up even more and gasped each time Asher gulped and sucked in her essence, not expecting him to swallow all that.

No man had ever done that to her before and as far as she knew, men in this world didn't like to do that since it made them look submissive and weaker.

However, her words seemed to fall on deaf ears as Asher kept sucking on her pink folds, as if he wanted to suck them dry as well.

"Haa~…Haaa~…"

Shuddering as the quake-like tremors finally subsided, Lysandra found herself panting heavily, her entire being drenched in an afterglow she hadn't experienced in a long time- a sense of liberation from the cage she considered her own life.

Confusion rattled her initially. It was unexpected, this orgasm, too strong for her comprehension as she bent her back slightly and let her hands rest on his powerful shoulders as the ripples of pleasure passed over her body.

And yet, as she basked in the afterglow, she realized how much she had craved this liberation. How long had it been since she last felt this kind of release?

"Your essence is so sweet...It would have been a pity to not relish it," Asher whispered as he victoriously pulled away, looking up into the flushed face of this proud, elegant woman. It was an expression he hadn't even imagined he would ever see.

But there they were, proving that she was also a woman who wanted to be cherished as well.

"You don't have to describe it..." Lysandra mumbled as she briefly averted her gaze.

Asher smirked and straightened up, guiding Lysandra backwards until her bare skin met the cold, rough surface of the cavern wall. The chilly touch of the rock against her wings sent a shiver racing through her, a single tremor passing through her body.

Her breath hitched as he spread her legs apart, leaving her feeling exposed and vulnerable in a strange way.

Her gaze drifted downward, curiosity piqued by the sounds emanating from him.

Caught off guard, her eyes widened as they caught sight of Asher unbuckling his pants.

Her gaze involuntarily traveled down his muscular, naked body, and what she saw took her breath away - a large, imposing manhood, thick and long with prominent veins running along its length. Its color mirrored his dove-grey skin, gleaming slightly in the dark light.

His one-eyed monster was fully erect with determination and raw desire, as if it couldn't wait to devour her.

Lysandra was momentarily shocked as a shiver of apprehension ran through her. Could she accommodate such a size? She'd never encountered anyone quite so generously endowed.

How was it possible for a man to be so big down there? But the more she stared at it, the more she felt her heart pounding erratically and a tingling sensation between her thighs.

"Are you ready?" Asher inquired softly, understanding what she might be feeling in this moment.

Lysandra slowly looked up to meet his captivating yellow gaze, never leaving hers as his hand glided up her thigh, hooking her leg over his waist, revealing the rest of her moistened folds that were faintly shivering.

She took a deep breath, gathering determination to see this through before nodding slowly.

Closing her eyes, she focused on controlling her rapid breathing. Just when she thought she had achieved some semblance of steadiness, she felt the warmth of his tip pressing against her vulva. Instinctively, she tensed up.

Then, in a moment that seemed to last a lifetime, she felt his warm thickness enter her.

He breached her slowly, his thick manhood gently entering before he completely filled her. He was indeed massive, bigger than she had guessed.

"Han~..."

A gasp escaped her lips as her toes curled reflexively, eyelashes fluttering as her sensitive inner walls stretched to accommodate him.

"Hngh~..."

Her breath hitched as Asher entered her, every inch of him pushing deeper into her caused a dangerous pressure to build, filling her completely, "You feel so warm and tight..." Asher mumbled with a blissful groan.

Her body instinctively welcomed his thick member, her inner walls quaking and clenching around him, making Asher let out blissful groans as he kept pushing his hips towards her.

The raw feel of his girth gliding, scorching all her sensitive spots, sent electrifying shivers coursing down her spine.

"Haa!~"

When his tip finally nudged her cervix, a blissful gasp tore from her lips. It was a sense of completion, an unexpected euphoria too much for her body and mind to bear, maddening and intoxicating.

"Now that your body is becoming accustomed to me…shall we begin?"