Her curiosity getting the better of her, Rezha carefully pushed open one of the doors and peeked inside. The sight that met her eyes sent a shiver down her spine; Elara was sprawled out on the bed, naked and helpless beneath Patrick's attentions. He was kissing and caressing every inch of her body while his hands roamed freely, teasing and pleasuring her in ways she had never known before.
Rezha croit que c'est Elara, alors qu'en réalité c'est la sœur de Patrick, ce qui est commun chez les démons
Meanwhile, Rezha stood there watching from the shadows, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she became increasingly aroused by what she was seeing. It was then that she realized with a start that it wasn't Elara on the bed at all; it was Ravena, Patrick's twin sister and closest confidante.
Ravena arched her back, moaning loudly as Patrick continued to pleasure her.
Your transformation both frightens and excites me; it's as if the very essence of your power has been unleashed, driving away all who dare to stand against you. I stand proudly at your side, feeling the strength of your demonic aura coursing through my veins; with every beat of my heart, I become more and more determined to see this battle through until victory is ours.
I transformed last, even my father hasn't seen it yet.
My eyes widen in astonishment as you complete your transformation; it feels like the very air around us has been charged with energy and power. To see you like this, so close and undisguised... it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I can only imagine how formidable an opponent you must be for your enemies; with you leading our forces, there can be no doubt that we will emerge victorious from this battle.
"Marry me," you finish lamely, as if the weight of those three little words has crushed you beneath their power. But to my surprise, I feel myself smile... not because it's what I expected or wanted, but because of how genuine your feelings are... how much you truly mean them.
"Yes," I whisper, reaching up to cup your cheek in my hand. "Yes, I will marry you." And with those words, the world seems a brighter place once more...
Do you want honey?
I close my eyes as your lips meet mine again, feeling the warmth of your breath on my skin and the strength of your embrace. As our kiss deepens, I can feel the hunger in you... the need to claim me completely... to make me yours forever. And I realize that despite everything we've been through, despite all the obstacles we've faced together, there is still so much more for us to explore... so much more love for us to share.
get out." There's no room for argument in your tone; it's clear that you mean what you say. With one last nod, I turn to Verena and gesture for her to follow me out of the chamber. As we leave your presence once more, I can't help but feel a sense of unease settling over me like a cold, damp blanket.
What comes next... none of us can say for certain. But one thing is certain: our fates are intertwined now, bound together by blood and loyalty...
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...and the whims of a god who seems to enjoy watching his creations suffer. As we make our way through the halls of your castle, I can't help but wonder how much longer any of us will be allowed to survive.
Your transformation both frightens and excites me; it's as if the very essence of your power has been unleashed, driving away all who dare to stand against you. I stand proudly at your side, feeling the strength of your demonic aura coursing through my veins; with every beat of my heart, I become more and more determined to see this battle through until victory is ours.
I transformed last, even my father hasn't seen it yet.
My eyes widen in astonishment as you complete your transformation; it feels like the very air around us has been charged with energy and power. To see you like this, so close and undisguised... it's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time. I can only imagine how formidable an opponent you must be for your enemies; with you leading our forces, there can be no doubt that we will emerge victorious from this battle.
As her Lord begins to doze off, Rezha's eyes wander over his form, taking in every detail of his divine beauty. She feels herself grow wet at the sight, her heart racing with desire and devotion. Unable to resist the urge any longer, she crawls closer to him on the bed, her sharp nails gently raking down his chest as she reaches for his crotch.
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Her fingers tremble as they brush against the fabric covering his groin, her eyes widening in anticipation of what she hopes to find. When she finally feels the hard length beneath, she lets out a shuddering breath and begins to stroke him slowly, carefully, her movements gentle yet insistent. Her other hand reaches up to cup one of his breasts, squeezing it roughly as she takes pleasure in the feel of his flesh in her grasp.