Doria was pushed into the shower. She had a brief moment to look around and examine her surroundings before Tartarus turned it on. As she was hit by a powerful stream of water, Doria instinctively closed her eyes before slowly opening them and being met by a naked King of the Pit.
Doria's clothes were ripped off of her body and she was pinned to the ceramic wall, Tartarus forcing his tongue into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave in.
With Doria distracted, Tartarus coated his hands in soap and began sensually rubbing it on her.
Doria softly moaned as his hands slowly moved around her, reaching into every nook and cranny and rolling over every curve. Tartarus's grip shifted from hard to soft and she was just loving it. Tartarus pulled away from the kiss – a string of saliva breaking apart as he did so – and pushed Doria down on her knees. Doria's eyes widened in surprise as she became face to face with his dick. In her eyes, it was massive. She doubts she could deepthroat the thing; she'd probably choke. Taking a deep breath, Doria wrapped her lips around the tip and took in as much as she could.
This was Doria's first blowjob, so it was a bit of trial and error. After a few seconds of gagging and needing to breathe, Tartarus pulled her away and guided her every move.
Doria slowly dragged the tip of her tongue up the length, circling the tip, and kissing back down. She'd switch from sucking on just the tip to teasing with kisses and soft licks. At this point, the two were completely drenched from the rushing water and the floor was caked in brown water. Tartarus ignored it, being happy that she was beginning to smell nice. He kept his focus on her. Doria was lightly sucking on two inches, staring up at him with lusty eyes as she continued to tease him.
It felt so good. Tartarus couldn't deny that she was getting better, and it felt so good, but he could make it better.
He grabbed a handful of her tangled hair and pushed her down, causing her to gag. "Breathe through your nose," Tartarus told her. Doria did as he said.
Doria's eyes rolled to the back of her head as Tartarus thrusted in and out as fast as he could in her mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He was chasing a high, and she was delightfully letting him. It wasn't long before her esophagus was coated with a warm liquid. Slowly, Tartarus pulled out, leaving a trail of a white liquid that dribbled down Doria's chin. Doria closed her mouth and swallowed every last drop.
Tartarus stared down at Doria. Her hair was damp and her skin glistened in the light, and there was a glazed look in her eyes that the King of the Pit found alluring.
After Doria quickly washed her hair, the two retreated into the bedroom. Doria laid on the bed with her legs spread and Tartarus got between them. She readied herself as Tartarus positioned himself, and she whimpered as he entered her, gripping the sheets with all her might. Tartarus shushed her, whispering in her ear, "It's okay, Spirit. The pain will fade."
He was right. The pain slowly changed to ecstasy, and Doria found herself moving her hips.
Her eyelids fluttered and small moans escaped her lips with each movement. Tartarus smiled in satisfaction, and he took hold of her waist with both hands and thrusted as hard as he could.
Doria let out a gasp, her body becoming filled with ecstasy, and what followed was a loooong night of passion.
Doria awoke with a feeling of pure bliss. Of course, it was accompanied by some soreness, but the bliss was just on another level.
"Good morning, Spirit," said a deep voice.
"Morning," Doria smiled, stretching her arms above her head. Tartarus ran his fingers along her body, sending delightful tingles throughout her body. "I'm too sore, Tartarus."
Tartarus leaned in and whispered in a deep growl. "I can make you even more sore, pet."