Hey, my readers. I hope that you all will enjoy this. I do know when I started writing this out, it'll be a challenge.

As this is a start, I am not going to add more to this. I think that this AN will fill up during my writing.

Or not, I will say this now though. All of this came from the requester. I didn't have a thing to do with this one.

I did have fun stuff during this one.

When I came home from The Iron Maidens and Accept, I wrote this for two weeks while things just kept jumping in between.

On the 28th and the 29th of January, I was at a friend's place. Quite some good concerts during that weekend but a damn rough one as well. Things got busy during those days.

While I did write, it did a number on my sleeping schedule. I am glad though that I managed to finish this one in January.

Prepare for the worst, and hope for the best.

Started on 17/01/2023

Ended on 30/01/2023


For some beings, there was something great about having a nearly unlimited lifespan. While others might have gotten bored by it, others had always managed to be entertained.

Azazel had been one who had thought about what he could do during his time on the planet.

Ever since he had fallen from heaven, Azazel wasn't one who could be bored. He had always managed to find new things to do. To get lost in. To enjoy.

One of his latest obsessions was [Sacred Gears]. Issei Hyoudou had proven for him to be an extremely fun and interesting boy.

There was so much where Azazel had seen where he and the Dragon Boy had been the same.

When he was laying in bed, Azazel began to think about the times when he was much like Issei. A lovely harem was one of those things that he loved to collect.

Or at least, it was for him.

When it came to stepping up and being a leader of the Grigori, it didn't give Azazel much time to get ladies of all shapes and sizes to collect.

It appeared that sleep wouldn't come for him, how much he wanted to.

Just before he could close his eyes, there was something that caught his attention.

A brief that wasn't there two seconds ago, landed on his desk.

Magic seemed to have made it onto human hands. It was all too clear when he opened the letter addressed to him.

Most of it, he ignored. It appeared that someone had a bone to pick with him. Azazel ignored most of the vainly hinted threats to him and just went through it.

He was about to throw the letter out when he read the name of the one who sent it to him.

Rosaline Skadia. The name of the family did make a bell ring and memories consumed him as if he was opening a wound again.

Skadia.

He remembered a name of a person who had that name. A beautiful princess from the North of which Azazel had very fond and good memories from that lady. He had loved her like he had loved many women in his life.

If she was the woman she claimed to be, he could have another bit of fun.

And maybe, he could get himself a harem of lovers. Well, that would be a nice idea.

And as a proper lady like her had left behind a note where he could find her. There was something written down where he could find her.

And well, Azazel was all too happy to go after her. Opening his wings, he left like a thief in the night. He would go after the letter and just fly off.

Some said that he was a savage in regard of human nature. But he wasn't. Despite the fact that he had fallen from grace, he wasn't a savage.

He was a shepherd.

Azazel was good at geography and he had gotten to the place where he knew she would be.

The palace was huge, it appeared that it had come straight out of a movie. Yet, his well-honed instincts couldn't feel a single soul around the building.

So he decided the polite thing to do was to introduce him to this Rosaline Skadia.

When he saw the face of the lady, he remembered the woman with who Azazel fell in love eons ago.

She looked just like her ancestor, from all those years ago. Rosaline had long white hair that hung under her blue crown that was adorned with jewels. Piercing yellow eyes aimed at him, with badly hidden malice. Her body though was something a lot better for him. He loved the view of her chest in that dress.

It might be something that he shared with Issei.

An inward chuckle rang in him as he realized that the woman in front of him would be the first conquest but also a descendant of a lady that he loved, eons ago.

The irony wasn't lost on him.

Besides her beauty, there was also a huge amount of arrogance, much more than a usual human being. It would explain why her letter ended up at his desk.

"Ah, I see that you have some decency to reply to me in person. Azazel of the Grigori."

The Fallen Angel had an angelic smile on his face that had gotten so many women wet underneath but it appears that for this lady, it didn't work.

It only spurred him to work harder.

"Just Azazel. I have long since resigned from my position as head of the Grigori. But where are my manners?" He bowed to the young lady that stood in front of him.

He was about to kiss her hand but it got snatched away from him.

"I do not approve of that. It would be wise to know your boundaries." Rosaline spoke with a haughty voice while Azazel found that this lady was driving him mad.

A woman that was so beautiful should not be so high up his tail. It appeared that she didn't have many times to actually act out and have some fun.

"I have written to you, to retake the lost honor that was taken from you by my ancestor. As you can imagine,"

The rest of the words that came out of her mouth were things that he heard so many times before. He zoned it out as his eyes were doing a busy job.

The robes that she wore accented the body that was hidden underneath and Azazel would say that she had many things in common with her ancestor. Her nice chest was among the things of them and he couldn't wait until his hands or either of his heads had a taste of it.

He admired the body of the lady as he had done so many times before. It appeared though that despite all eons that had passed that Azazel still had the hormonal libido of the average teenager.

Those same eons had also gifted him with experience, far beyond every human man. The fleeting sweet memories shifted in his brain as he thought back on the adventures that he had before.

He would have continued to fantasize about every little thing until he heard a very loud "Ahem!" That was all that he needed to be brought out of his stupor and focus back on the face whose blue eyes had been glaring at him.

"Do I bore you, Azazel?"

A lecherous grin spread over his face. "You couldn't be further from the truth. I was just admiring your beauty. A woman like yourself shouldn't be bothered by the ways how others talk.

A tick formed above her left eyebrow as she heard the comment.

"As I imagined. I take you do not remember a single word I have said. Therefore, I shall be telling you the story again. To redeem the mistakes from my ancestor that you defiled"

'Done willingly and greatly for her' Azazel mused.

"I have decided to call forward a duel. One where the winner takes all from the loser. If you win, I will follow in her footsteps. If you lose, you can consider your life forfeit."

Pride came before the fall and Azazel knew that damn well. Yet, from the two, Rosaline was far prouder than he would be.

He wondered if she had ever heard the stories from him. He was a Fallen Angel, born before men wrote things down in stone or clay.

Yet, she was challenging him. But the words appealed to him. She would submit herself to him if he won this duel.

Of course, he couldn't go easy on her. No, his life was at stake and even if all favors were decked in his, he wouldn't be taking this easy.

No, Rosaline deserved a true and honest fight.

Scene skip. As the requester has asked of me and my own unfamiliarity with the source material, I have not written out the fight.

Azazel stretched his arms as he felt some pops happening at his back. He enjoyed this battle a bit too much.

It could have something to do with the fact that from Rosaline's beautiful clothes, lonely scraps remained. Why were women so much more desirable if they were not fully naked but still had some clothes to hide their modesty?

"Ah, that was fun. My only wish is that it could last longer."

Rosaline's eyes glared at him as she tried to hide her chest from the arms that hid most of her.

"You foul fiend. Kill me and be done with it."

The Fallen Angel knelt to his foes. The best warrior in the world wouldn't be worth a damn if he couldn't find ways to heal himself. Placing his hands over the forehead, he let the energy channel into Rosaline, making her body heal from the scrap.

"Now, that wasn't part of the deal. I agreed to fight you and now, your body and soul are mine for the rest of your days." With that said, Azazel scooped up the woman as she lay over his shoulder like he was some caveman that had taken a hot woman prisoner.

Asides from the fact that he was far more eloquent than the average caveman, the rest seemed to fit. Another simple spell was spoken and through a portal, Azazel took the queen with him.

Rosaline's eyes had to get used to the light and after that, the dim one as she was dragged into this.

"Where am I?"

"Your room of course. You're mine now since you lost. As I said on the battlefield, you will be in my harem permanently as my lovely woman."

Her cheeks could function as a heater as she turned bright red from the declaration.

"Unhand me, I have not-"

The rest of the words were cut off by a large hand that made her ass jiggle from his hand.

"I have spoken. You were the one to talk about being a slave." The moan that came drove Azazel even further as he kissed that ass.

Oh, he was going to have so much fun with her.

He walked with Rosaline to the bed that stood in the middle of the room. Unceremoniously, he dropped the former Queen onto his bed. All the strength in her body didn't matter as he grabbed those hands and pinned them right above her head.

It was like a set of cuffs that were pinned to a stonewall bound Rosaline to the bed. She looked down to the head of Azazel who had found a place in his own personal Valhalla.

"Oh, this chest is amazing. It had been too long since I had a girl like you in my bed." Summoning a rope, he knew that it wouldn't be easy to tame a woman like Rosaline so it came well to be prepared.

The knots that he tied were all too easy as he grabbed those arms.

"I can't have you going all mad as I am going to explore your body." With both hands free, there would be plenty to explore as Azazel would enjoy that tight and wonderful body. By e time he was done, Rosaline would have submitted to him of her own volition.

And it would be all the more pleasant if she would submit to him like that.

The first things that he explored with his bare hands were the breasts that were spilling out.

"Oh, those things are miracles. You sure you're human?"

The glare was all too clear what he got from Rosaline but he wouldn't argue with that now. The soft chest was something that Azazel would always enjoy.

So he would just explore as his fingers dug into the chest. And how much Rosaline wouldn't admit, an unfamiliar pool of heat was forming around her crotch.

When he decided to let his head have fun, he buried into that chest while his hands groped the delightful butt. From what he felt of her, she was so great.

But it wasn't just the two most important things that a guy looked for in a woman. No, not an inch of her body wasn't soiled by his extremely skilled fingers. The reactions he received from Rosaline were to die for.

She was struggling but found that to be impossible given the fact she was tied up.

"It appears you're quite sensitive. I can imagine you are much like your ancestor. Is that why I know your body so well?"

"Shut up. Be quiet you."

The Fallen Angel just shook his head while he began to tease her even more. He had to admit there was more to it and his own body began to react to her as well as he was releasing the pheromones. It was bringing out sides of her (this was an idea from the requester).

The deep blush shined so bright, especially with the face that she was making. He loved seeing Rosaline so worked up as she could function as a light tower.

Then he grabbed her face and pulled a bit on those soft lips. Before Rosaline could react, Azazel had put his own lips on hers and his tongue made itself at home at her mouth. She protested against the movement but found herself unable to resist the kissing that she received from him.

In the back of her mind and over her body, fireworks were set off as she felt good from the kisses that Azazel was giving her.

He loved her reactions of her as she was not even thinking of resisting. The pleasure that he was offering her was irresistible.

She was falling for the pleasure that Azazel was so freely offering. But it wouldn't just be gentle. No, the Angel had Fallen for more than one reason.

And his own arousal was driving him insane. So when he saw the threads of clothes that were still clinging onto the body. This wouldn't stand. He wanted to see his prize naked and just for him.

The fabric of the annoying clothes was standing in his way so they simply had to go.

When his tongue slipped onto her neck, he noticed her moans of her. Grabbing the clothes with two hands, he did not want his eyes to see those.

The strong pull ripped through the remains of the dress. It gave the wonderful effect that her breasts shook and jiggled, his eyes were caught up by that particular delightful action.

The breasts were long with very pink nipples and the flesh underneath was big and round. Just the way how Azazel liked it.

Yet, it wasn't just that. Her body had the femininity that men so much desired. Her figure was well filled out and while it carried the body of a warrior, it also proved that she was very curvy. And from the looks of it, his cock had already hardened.

The comfortable intoxication that Rosaline was experiencing so much was gone as she tried to hide her body and yell at the Fallen Angel but again, that treacherous mouth undid those protests.

His own clothes were disbanded by a simple spell. And now, Rosaline could look at his body as if it hadn't slacked down in the last few eons.

It had given him a body that would make most women drool from both their lips. But that wasn't the thing that showed off the most.

Gifted by Super Natural powers, he ended up very well endowed. A 10-inch dick that was bigger than she had even thought of. Girthy, big, and fat, covered by thick veins that caused Rosaline to gulp when she saw the size.

"Oh, don't worry about it. When you are used to it, you'll be completely too drunk to even think about it."

The growl was all the cuter when she looked like a kitten whose ball of yarn was taken away. It made him even adore her more. So with that done, he began to play around.

His hands, not obstructed by those annoying clothes were now fully exploring the chest that Rosaline had. The only thing that she could do was there to lie and take it while Azazel's hands began to play around.

"I do admit this though. Your ancestor wasn't as big as you." The soft marshmallows were easy to play with as his fingers dug into the soft flesh while his thumbs teased the nipples.

The only thing that felt hard was the nipples. It appeared that Azazel had gotten an invite for him to taste those.

The start was already strong as Rosaline made her displeasure known. It did Azazel enough to turn the suction down. The energy that he kept feeling through his body would be a mix of sweet and sour although he couldn't decide which taste it really was.

It was enjoyable for him though and it proved that his own strength very much outdid her own. But he wouldn't just taste those wonderful, large breasts. No, he would do more with her. He began to work over the stomach.

It had a great tone of muscle that proved that Rosaline had been working out. The muscles tensed underneath the touch of the Fallen Angel.

"It appears you got more in common with your ancestor than you think. She was also huge on the training aspect."

The glare of Rosaline was an icy one. "I did no such thing. I was only." The rest of her protest was cut off as she felt her nipple being twisted.

The moans were even higher as he mixed in just the right amount of pleasure and pain while he worked her over.

It appeared that she had a great reaction to him.

"So just wondering. Any experience with this?"

"With what?" The Queen bit back as his face came up, really close to hers.

"Sex." The three lettered word did even more for her than she would have guessed but she couldn't let the Fallen Angel have any satisfaction from that little bit.

"Of course, I have. What do you take me for?"

The lecherous and sunny grin caused Rosaline to shiver and this time, not from the amount of pleasure that she was receiving. It also made her afraid of what Azazel could do.

"Great, in that case, I believe you're used to this." Grabbing the sweater muffins, he put his lovemaker between those two soft cases as it was his turn to moan.

"Now, squeeze those breasts real good and tight. But don't forget to move them up and down."

Of course, he could move but there would be no fun in that. He would need to make Rosaline want him even more.

Her moves were a little bit awkward and stiff as it appeared that the learning curve would be very steep for this poor woman. But Azazel would be nothing but patient.

That didn't seem clear though as he was smashing into her soft cleavage like mad to get his so-sweet release.

It was nearly animalistic in how he was looking to receive pleasure from those things. He was enjoying this so much and the cute way in which her long hair was displayed all over the pillow made it even better. It was wonderful and soft to see how he was thrusting in and out of those breasts.

Due to the heat that Rosaline was receiving from his dick, the organ was making all places in her body heat up, her mouth began to salivate and drop open from seeing the large head come near her lips. It took all her willpower not to lick and salivate over the hunk of meat.

For Azazel, he didn't mind that mouth play did not come to fruition. But he would just wait and let nature take its course. He was oh so close to his own release and wanted nothing more than that. The pressure that was building up in his dick. The feeling that there was something that he had missed for too long and there was so much that he wanted from her.

"Oh, fuck. Rosaline." The groan could be seen as something more than an animal and a sentient being. It made her fearful of what he would do if he didn't get his way. So it was by that action that she remained there as she kept the breasts as tight as she possibly could.

Rosaline had never thought that breasts could be used like this but it appeared that she had a lot to learn about the world.

And it appeared that Azazel was more than willing to teach her those all-so-important lessons. But when it appeared that Azazel was already aroused, the pool of heat had spread over her body and it began to form on the lower end of her body.

Azazel was getting closer to his own release as he was being pushed there. The rougher his moves were, the louder his groans.

"Crap! I'm there!" He coated her face like a cake while the spunk shot all over her. It took him a few moments to collect himself as he was feeling the after-effects of being sandwiched between those breasts.

Then he pulled out while he admired how frozen she was by that. Grinning, it was time for him to please her.

His hands went downstairs to her pussy as he could already feel the arousal.

Fallen Angels and Devils had always been competing on who was the more lecherous race and the competition was still going on.

It made bending mortals much easier for their will. The difference lay in how to tempt mortals. While men could be swayed by swinging tits and a great ass but women would be tempted by the actions in a bedroom. And with his feats, he would make Rosaline so enslaved to his touch that she would never leave him.

His fingers went slowly downstairs while he teased her pussy. The juices just kept on flowing out while he looked at her. They went around him with gentle touches and rubs, especially when he teased the clit.

Build-up and tease back, it was how he would get Rosaline. The drooling showed up in her mouth as she was getting closer.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake. Please! I need this."

Now, that wasn't the right thing to say to a Fallen Angel. So his free left hand went up to those breasts and it was only due to the sperm that the twist wasn't too hard.

"You don't get to make those rules." Pulling his hand back, he tasted the juices. It was clear that she was incredibly wet and the honey from those lips was.

It was oh-so-sweet. So he began to come down as he was playing with those breasts. It meant that while he would taste it, it wouldn't be great for this but well, he could give it a shot. The hands began to play around on the soft flesh while his skilled tongue made short work of Rosaline.

For the sweet moans that came from those lips, he was allowing the release that she had been craving.

"Oh, yes! Oh, I love this! Right there!"

Azazel smirked as she was already surrendering herself. The orgasm that she screamed out so loud was just great.

The rest of it would be a bonus. He was keeping it easy on her. Going full overboard would her now, would just shatter her mind. That was the last thing that he wanted to happen.

He would do that later as he was getting her more and more worked up. Her hands were teasing the soft hair that Azazel had.

It was fun to have this breaking in. it would also help her to get more aroused. As he felt his body have the effect of shooting a load, he wasn't going to fuck her just yet.

When his tongue began to feel a bit tired, he was looking up at the sweaty, panting, and lusty maiden.

Rosaline had a great rack and her pussy was top-notch. But now, it was time to check out the other important parts of the female body. So he turned her body on all fours. There, he could see the great and awesome ass.

Like most of her body, it was still supple despite the training that Rosaline put herself through. The size was amazing yet, it was still kept at the bubble-butt that man so appreciated. And yet, its softness of it could not be underestimated.

"You are similar to your ancestor. This was something she liked as well."

Raising his hand, it went down. It wasn't a full-force blow but just enough to the point where Rosaline could feel the sting and heat from the blow.

The moan out of her mouth was also very girly and cute. The redness of her sting was only matched by that on her cheeks.

"Oh, that is cute."

Azazel smirked to himself as he was getting more aroused from the actions of it. Taking out his cock which had begun to get soft, he pressed it between the ass cheeks as he wanted to get it hard again.

"Please, don't put it in!"

Another spank cut off her comments but her words gave way to an idea that he had. His dick had already begun to grow bigger from the arousal that he was experiencing from her. When Azazel knew that it was big enough, he pushed through the tight ring of the muscle.

Luckily for Rosaline, experience had taught him that he shouldn't put too much into it and not use too much force. Or go in too deep. That would be bad and it'd the poor girl.

So that was why he held back a bit before he would go in deeper. It was just a bit of trying and pumping. He wouldn't go too far and too deep in her ass of Rosaline despite the noises she was making. There was a part of her that seemed to be disappointed with the fact that how he was doing her.

He pulled out and presented his dick to her. The look on his face spoke all the words that needed to be said.

Her hands began to stroke the huge fleshlight in front of her. The scent was filling her nose and mouth as he wanted more from her. She was trying not to think about it more of it but the effect that he was looking for, presented her in front of him.

"Come on now. You know you want it. Suck it." She lowered her jaw and it was the invitation that he so desperately needed.

Arousal had shut down most of her primary thinking functions so she obeyed the order. Her tongue began to explore the taste of what he was.

There wasn't a single cell of her body that didn't think of the dick in front of her while she sucked on it. It fueled her insides as she felt her downstairs begin to soak from the fucking. Azazel had long arms so it was all too easy to shove one finger up her pussy while the other hand grabbed the blond hair. It was the right handle on forcing Rosaline to suck more and he began to deep-throat her.

"Oh, this is nice. Just like that. Your mouth makes one great pussy."

He pummeled the insides of her mouth as her throat accompanied the dick inside of it.

The focus was just there to let her have the feeling of the dick that was pulsating and overcharging her taste buds. He loved that feeling of how Rosaline had one steep learning curve to cover. She was only focused on the whole thing.

He kept ramming his dick in her while the throat was only focused on him as Azazel could feel his own arousal growing as he was doing her. He loved the reactions that she was giving him.

It had taken a near twenty minutes of him forcing her throat to accept its new function as he felt his own release coming in.

The mouth and throat were flooded with his jizz but yet, but some of it escaped her mouth. The heat was near scalding as she felt the seed hitting her.

When he pulled out, she was no longer giving a crap but wanted to get fucked. She wanted to get fucked.

"Why did you make me do this?! I want more!" He knew that she wanted that but it couldn't be done on her rules.

It would be on his. So he forced her down as he embraced her body. The touch made her relax and tense at the same time.

His mouth teased her neck and when it was done on leaving hickies, the breasts were assaulted next. He loved the reactions of Rosaline who was getting higher from them.

His hands began to grope her ass and not even of his own volition. They were guided by Rosaline to the fleshy orbs that were just enjoying him.

"You want more?" If a woman had pupils for hearts, it was all too clear that she wanted more from him. And he was more than ready to deliver to her.

So he took her up and in a seated position, he put his dick between the soft thighs. They were teasing both her pussy lips and he was just feeling the juices coming from here.

It appeared that he had made her so drunk on his cock that it was all that he needed from her. So with that done, he laid down and turned her on all fours.

His erect cock was right in front of her but she refused to touch it. Not that he minded it. His hands went right to the lips plus, his fingers teased the hot pot that was burning with heat.

With that being done to her, it was enough to begin the sucking. She was feeling nothing and everything at once as she sucked him off.

There was nothing for Rosaline in the world, not even the fingers and mouth in her ass and pussy. It was feeling so good as he was doing her.

Even in her dazed status, she wasn't aware of how much time he managed to make her cum. He didn't forget to eat her out while he kissed her ass and spanked it a bit.

But for now, he would have another idea. He pushed her off him and with her hands pressed forward, he felt his own cock, rock hard from the administrations he had received. So he put his hands on her hips and pushed inward as he buried himself deep in the warmth.

The shudder came and her voice echoed loudly over the place as he felt the whole thing. This time, the Fallen Angel moaned. His cock was being crushed by the pussy that was on his dick. It kept him inside and he would just enjoy the feeling of her pussy before he would move.

The blood that came out didn't surprise him. It turned out that she was lying about him though. His hands came down and grabbed the breasts.

"I know you were a virgin. I love this feeling."

The thrusts were first as slow to allow Rosaline to get used to his dick but when her vulva was used to his dick, he began to go faster.

For furthering his amusement, he grabbed her hair, which was waving, a beautiful platinum blonde. The pull was strong enough for her to feel but not so much that it would actually hurt her.

He didn't even need to ask her but she had submitted to him, willingly and of her own volition. But there wasn't just the pussy that he wanted to get.

Pulling out of her pussy, he switched onto her ass as he loved that. It was so tight, just as tight as her pussy. And the frictions he had tried, made the ass go open further. And when he spanked her, it became even tighter.

"Admit it. You love this! You want this! And the only thing you want is me. Not a crown. Not to be a royal. Only to get fucked by me."

Rosaline shouted back at him.

"Yes! I am yours! I am your woman! I only want to get fucked. To get more from you! You have ruined me for other men!"

Azazel was all too happy with the declaration. So with that done, he began to pump further. He switched between the ass and the pussy and for her lovely declaration, he pumped all his juice into her pussy.

Her belly began to swell from the amount of semen that was pumped into her. The cries were so loud that Gabriel must have heard her.

Pulling out, Rosaline recovered faster than he would have guessed. Turning onto him, she smirked.

"Again! I want it again!" He was glad that she had come around but he wouldn't do it like this.

"Ask nicely. Tell me, this." He whispered into her ear what the words were that he wanted from her.

The blushing and stammering were adorable but she managed to get the words out of her.

"Please sheath your magnificent inside me, use me Azazel, use me however you want. Your slave queen demands it!"

With that done, her loyalty had shifted to him. Grabbing her by the legs, he hovered over her.

"Who are you?"

"I'm your woman." With that declaration, the pill-driving position had begun. It was the right hook to bore his dick into her.

It was all too easy to do so and if he was honest (one of his good virtues that he had left), the tightness just couldn't be beaten. Plus, from the sounds that she was making, it was clear that Rosaline found the same thing.

He was hitting her G-spot in so many different ways that Azazel was sure that she achieved nirvana while she was on the mortal plane.

Rosaline didn't care about much else, she just enjoyed it while her head was just chasing after the pleasure. She would take as much pleasure as she could achieve and get while she kept pumping her hips.

The release came hard and fast, even shockingly for the two.

Azazel pulled out and laid down on the pillows next to her. From the looks that he received, it was clear that Rosaline still wanted more from him.

"You're free to choose the next one." With a near maniacal grin, Rosaline positioned herself onto the dick and rubbed her lower lips against it to make it easier for her to slide back in.

From the sounds that Azazel made, it must have been a sort of torture that she was taking so long to get impaled from the flesh pillar.

When the full cock was buried in her, Azazel just smiled as he felt the pussy constrict itself onto his dick.

Grabbing her waist, it was easier to guide the former Queen while his hands teased that soft and warm waist.

The moans of her grew louder while she began to move slowly at the start. Before long, she was hammering down onto his dick and hips. Rosaline was riding him like a professional.

The speed was incredible and it did lovely things to her chest while her bottom clasped against Azazel's balls.

She wasn't the only one who found this incredibly pleasurable. Her breasts were groped by the left hand while his right played around on the ass which still was warm from the spanking she had received.

"You got one damn fine body. Any guy would be lucky to have you. Your ancestor would have one tough time competing against you."

The blush just showed that the conversion had been complete as she was now his for her entire life.

Getting back up, the two were now in a seated position, and from that point onwards, he just drove a kiss on her lips. It was clear how much she loved it as her tongue teased back.

Their moves were in complete sync as they strived closer to their release. His hands were teasing her tits as her arms formed an unescapable chain around his head.

The last time, where she felt Azazel getting close, Rosaline slammed down even further as she wanted the seed to get into her.

When he was done, her belly floated from the amount of junk that he had dumped into her.

There was a bliss that spread over them. The sort of that always came with Azazel once he was done fucking a lady. Fucking a woman right.

Even on that, she looked at him.

"Again."

He was all too happy to oblige.

Scene skip.

Azazel admitted. Rosaline was a natural. Ten hours was incredible with a human woman. She was now seated on his lap and the fact that his groping was not only allowed but also apricated. She loved the feeling that she had. Warm and pleasured.

The reason why she wasn't completely broken down was mainly due to the fact that Azazel had transferred some energy onto her body.

The whisper into her ears made her light up like a lighthouse. But she allowed it. Taking her up, Azazel carried her onto the throne room, in bridal style of course.

It was a place from which he ruled the Grigori for a long, long time.

Putting himself down on it, Rosaline went to work on it.

Her throat was just like her pussy. Ready to accept its rearranged home as a cock holster.

Rubbing her head, he just smirked.

"I'm your master now. Your owner. Don't you forget that?"

Maybe not the best idea as Rosaline wrapped her big and soft breasts onto his cocks. Titfucks were always something special.

But he could start thinking about which woman he would conquer next time.


I'd like to remind you all reading this, that this fic was only written out by me. This all came from a requester. I didn't have one hand in making the story and the actions. See above AN to my stuff on it.

I'm glad this one is over and written out. And I can focus on something else. Although we stay in theme. DxD.

Saluut.