Good day everyone. I hope you have all been well. I have been working on some other fics. Not much else to wonder about so let's get started on this fic.
This character would be Hadaly Lilith. Again, I know nothing about the characters that the requester comes up with. He asks and I try to deliver.
The reason why this took such a long time is largely because of the busy weekends in October.
One weekend of Powerwolf, another where we had voting and I was selected, and another where I was away from home.
So three of them, with only work weeks open and that isn't exactly great for writing. Good thing that deadlines aren't here until the end of January. So I can call that lucky.
Started on 08/10/2024
Ended on 23/10/2024
The moonlight filtered through the castle's grand windows, casting long, jagged shadows across the floor of the meeting chamber. Mount Fuji loomed in the distance, silent and immutable as if guarding the secret of their reunion. Lin Mitsuba sat at the head of a long stone table, her delicate fingers tracing the edge of a golden chalice. Her eyes gleamed with the thrill of anticipation.
At the opposite end of the table stood Hadaly Lilith, her servant. The faint whir of mechanical parts hummed under Lilith's pale skin, just barely audible in the heavy silence of the chamber. Yet, despite her artificial nature, there was something profoundly human in the way she regarded Lin. A quiet devotion, almost palpable, lingered between them like an unspoken vow.
"Are the preparations complete?" Lin's voice was steady, but excitement laced her words. She didn't hide it. After all, her reunion with him was imminent—Azazel, the man she had loved in another life, the one who had conquered her heart and soul long before her current reincarnation.
Hadaly Lilith bowed slightly, her lips curling into a faint smile. "Yes, Mistress. Everything is prepared, just as you instructed."
Lin rose gracefully from her chair, her robes flowing behind her like a shadow, the air in the room thick with expectation. She approached Lilith, standing inches away, her gaze piercing through the servant as if she were seeing beyond her, seeing the future that awaited her with Azazel.
"You've done well, Lilith. Soon, he will arrive, and I will present him with what he desires most." Her fingers trailed across Lilith's shoulder, almost tenderly, before she turned away to gaze out at the darkened landscape beyond the windows.
Hadaly's eyes followed her mistress, the faintest hint of pride shimmering behind her obedient façade. "It is an honor to serve, Mistress. I am pleased that you have found your true love once again. Your bond with Azazel is beyond what most could ever comprehend."
Lin's lips curled into a knowing smile. "Yes, it is." She turned to face Lilith again, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of affection and ambition. "And you, my dear Lilith, will be his first offering. I want him to know that I am not only ready to claim him again but that I have brought him treasures even the heavens would envy."
Hadaly dipped her head in reverence. "I will serve him just as I serve you, Mistress. Whatever you ask, I shall do."
Lin's eyes flickered with amusement as she gestured toward the large, intricately carved chest that stood by the wall. "Inside, you'll find the True Longinus, the Sephiroth Grail, and the Incinerate Anthem. These are not just artifacts of power. They are symbols of what I have become, what I have obtained for him. When you stand before Azazel, you will present yourself with them. You will show him not just my love, but my devotion to his dominion."
Hadaly's mechanical heart—if she even possessed such a thing—seemed to pulse with newfound purpose. She approached the chest and knelt before it, her hands running over the ancient symbols etched into its surface. These were no ordinary objects. Each one thrummed with the weight of centuries, the power of legends intertwined with divine authority. To carry them was to carry the very fabric of myth itself.
"I understand, Mistress," Hadaly said, her voice almost reverent as she glanced back at Lin. "I will not fail you."
Lin approached her again, tilting Hadaly's chin upward with a finger. "I know you won't. You are my finest creation, Lilith. My masterpiece. And he will see that. He will understand what I've brought him. After all, he's always had an eye for the extraordinary."
A pause lingered between them, thick with meaning. Hadaly's mechanical eyes reflected the determination of her mistress, and she nodded once more, her voice soft but unwavering. "I will make sure he knows that you are worthy to stand by his side once again, Mistress."
Lin smiled at that, a deep satisfaction settling in her chest. "Good. Then go. Prepare yourself. The moment draws near, and I want everything to be perfect."
With a final nod, Hadaly rose and gathered the objects from the chest, her hands cradling the sacred items with a grace that belied her mechanical origins. As she left the room, the doors closing softly behind her, Lin remained by the window, her gaze fixed on the moonlit peaks of Mount Fuji.
A soft whisper escaped her lips, carried by the night breeze.
"Soon, my love. Soon, you will be mine again."
Scene skip
Azazel stretched, feeling the satisfying pull of his muscles as he finished his workout in the private gym. The place was empty, giving him a rare moment of solitude. His harem was off bonding somewhere, leaving him free to clear his mind and prepare for the next wave of... pleasurable responsibilities.
He chuckled to himself, running a hand through his sweat-dampened hair. Even a Fallen Angel needs some "me time," he thought.
His mind drifted briefly to his next encounters, savoring the mental images of the women waiting for him. But just as he was about to hit the showers, a sensation crept over him—something off. He wasn't alone anymore.
Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted her: a stunning woman standing at the entrance of the gym, her gaze locked onto him like a predator sizing up its prey. Her beauty was undeniable, but it was the intensity of her stare that made him uneasy. Azazel's instincts were never wrong, and right now, every one of them screamed at him to be cautious.
"What's the matter?" he asked, his voice smooth but edged with suspicion. His eyes narrowed, watching her every move as she stepped closer, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk that sent a chill through the air.
Before he could react, a thick mist began to roll in from the corners of the gym, quickly enveloping them both. The air grew colder, the light dimmed, and a creeping fog of mystery settled between them. Azazel's eyes widened as he recognized the signature of the mist—it was no ordinary spell. This was Dimension Lost, one of the most dangerous Longinus in existence.
'Shit,' Azazel cursed inwardly, immediately shifting into a defensive stance. His wings twitched, ready to strike or fly at a moment's notice.
But something told him brute force wouldn't work here, not when this much power was involved. The sheer scale of the mist meant one thing: the user was high-tier. Possibly even stronger than he first thought.
A brilliant flash of green-blue light suddenly cut through the fog, and before Azazel could blink, he felt the space around him twist. His stomach lurched, and his vision blurred as he was torn from the gym and thrown into a new realm.
When the world stopped spinning, he found himself standing in a place that looked nothing like Earth.
The ground beneath him was soft, almost like grass but shimmering with an ethereal glow. The sky above was a mixture of swirling greens and blues, with floating islands and structures suspended in the air as if gravity had no hold here. [Innovate Clear.]
He knew this power, another Longinus with the ability to create its own pocket dimension. Together with Dimension Lost, they could trap anyone indefinitely, and even he wasn't sure he could break free.
Azazel's heart raced, but he forced himself to remain calm. No panic, no fear, he reminded himself, though the odds were stacking against him. If the person controlling this had bad intentions, it could very well be his end.
But before despair could settle in, a figure approached from the mist—a woman, tall and impossibly graceful, her presence commanding his attention instantly. She wore a platinum nightgown that shimmered in the strange light, clinging to her curves in all the right places. Her eyes, familiar and piercing, locked onto Azazel's, and in that moment, recognition hit him like a punch to the gut.
He straightened, muscles tensing, ready for a fight, but just as he shifted into his stance, the woman raised her hand. "Stop," she said softly, her voice both commanding and soothing.
Azazel hesitated. Something about her was disarming, though he couldn't place it. "Who are you?" he demanded, his usual cockiness layered under a genuine sense of confusion.
The woman smiled a slow, deliberate smile that sent shivers down his spine. "Hadaly Lilith," she replied, her tone calm but holding a weight of authority. "I am here as a close confidant to someone very important to you. Someone you loved, once upon a time."
Azazel's eyes narrowed as her words sank in. A former lover? His mind raced, cycling through memories and faces, trying to match her with someone from his long, eventful past. "And what exactly do you want from me, Hadaly?" His voice was sharp, though curiosity gnawed at him.
Hadaly's smile softened, her eyes gleaming with something almost... nostalgic. "I'm not here to fight you," she assured him, stepping closer, her movements smooth as silk. "I'm here to evaluate you."
"Evaluate me?" Azazel raised an eyebrow, not lowering his guard just yet. "I don't like tests unless I'm the one giving them." He flashed a grin, trying to regain his footing in this strange encounter.
Hadaly let out a soft laugh, tilting her head slightly. "You haven't changed, Azazel. Always quick with a joke, even in situations like this." Her eyes flicked over him, almost appraisingly, as if she were sizing him up, not as an enemy, but as something else. "But this isn't a game. You are about to reunite with someone... someone who has been waiting for you for a very long time."
Azazel's heart skipped a beat, though he masked his reaction. He leaned back slightly, folding his arms across his chest, adopting his usual relaxed posture. "Oh? And who might that be?"
Hadaly's smile deepened, but she didn't answer directly. Instead, she gestured to the mist around them. "All will be revealed in time. But first, I must know if you are still the man worthy of standing by her side."
Azazel frowned, suspicion creeping back into his expression. "Who the hell are you talking about?"
Hadaly didn't flinch. "Lin Mitsuba," she said, her voice laced with reverence. "Her reincarnation. She has returned, and she wishes to be reunited with you. But before that, she wants to ensure that you are still the Azazel she remembers—the one who captured her heart."
Azazel blinked, the name hitting him harder than any attack ever could. "Lin..." His voice trailed off, memories flooding back, fragments of a life-long past. He had loved her once, deeply. But that was lifetimes ago. She was... gone.
And yet, here stood Hadaly, speaking of her as if she were still alive, still waiting for him.
Before Azazel could fully process its weight, Hadaly stepped forward, her expression softening. "You will meet her soon, Azazel. But for now, relax. This is not your end." She extended her hand towards him, palm up, offering him the choice to trust her or fight back. "Let me take you to her."
For the first time in a long while, Azazel felt his heart stir with something other than the usual confidence or lust. It was... hope. And curiosity. He hesitated, then slowly lowered his arms, standing tall once more. "Fine," he said, his voice steady. "But if this is some kind of trick—"
"It's not," Hadaly interrupted, her tone sincere. "I give you my word."
Azazel stared at her for a long moment before finally nodding. "Lead the way." Azazel stared at Hadaly, his eyes narrowing as she made her offer. Despite the confidence in her tone, he wasn't one to accept things so easily, not when the stakes were this high. "And what assurance do I have," he asked, his voice calm but sharp, "that you're being sincere?"
Hadaly's smile widened, the look of amusement dancing in her eyes. "I thought you might ask that." With a subtle flick of her wrist, she unleashed a wave of power that rippled through the strange dimension around them. The mists dissipated, swept away as though they had never existed. In their place, the ground beneath their feet began to shift, transforming into a beautiful grassland, the rich green blades swaying in a gentle breeze.
Before Azazel could fully process the change, his eyes caught sight of something even more surprising—a large, luxurious bed in the center of the field, its ornate, golden frame gleaming in the soft light that now bathed the entire realm. The sheets were silk, the kind that spoke of royal indulgence.
But what truly widened his eyes wasn't the bed—it was the surge of immense power he felt radiating from Hadaly. Two distinct but familiar forces intertwined with her own, forming a potent blend that made his heart skip a beat.
Two Longinus?!
Azazel stepped back, genuinely stunned. "Impossible..." he muttered, his eyes fixed on Hadaly, who stood calmly, the green-blue glow of her power filling the space around them. Few in existence could hold even one Longinus, let alone wield two.
Hadaly chuckled softly, clearly enjoying his reaction. "Oh, it's quite possible," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "I am no ordinary being, Azazel. I've existed for centuries—long enough to gather the kind of power few can even dream of."
Her smirk deepened as she stepped toward him, her gaze never leaving his. "So, I ask you again..." Her voice dropped to a seductive whisper. "Are you ready to lay with a goddess? One who holds this power and is offering it... to you?"
Azazel's surprise faded, replaced with a familiar grin. He loved powerful women, and this one was offering herself and her immense strength to him on a silver platter. His ego swelled, and his playful nature returned as he smirked back at her, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Gladly," he replied, his voice smooth and confident.
Hadaly's expression didn't change as she raised a hand, the air shimmering between them. In an instant, his gym attire disintegrated, reduced to nothing as if it had never existed. Azazel stood before her, completely nude, yet not the least bit fazed. His grin widened, his usual cockiness returning in full force.
Hadaly watched him, her eyes lingering over his body with appreciation before meeting his gaze again. "You truly are something," she said, her tone half admiration, half desire. "A man like you should have more than just powerful women. He should own them."
Azazel chuckled, stepping toward her. His hand reached out, wrapping around her waist as he pulled her close. "Is that your offer?" he asked, his lips inches from hers. "You want to be the next woman in my harem?"
Hadaly didn't flinch. Her confidence was unshakable as she leaned into him, her voice a low purr. "Yes. I offer myself to you, Azazel. Not just as a lover, but as one of your women. You'll own me, and with me, the power of two Longinus."
Azazel's eyes flashed with approval. Without hesitation, he lifted her, his strong arms wrapping around her as he pressed his lips against hers. The kiss was heated, a mixture of passion and dominance. He felt her body respond, the energy between them sparking like wildfire.
As they parted, his breath hot against her skin, Azazel grinned, his hands still gripping her waist firmly. "So, tell me, Hadaly..." His tone was playful but laced with curiosity. "What's your power level?"
Hadaly smiled, a proud glint in her eyes as she answered. "I've reached god-class."
Azazel let out a low whistle, genuinely impressed. "A god-class woman with two Longinus? Now that's something worth celebrating."
He lowered her onto the bed, the luxurious silk sheets cool beneath her as he climbed in beside her. His fingers traced along her arm, feeling the pulse of power that hummed just beneath her skin. It was rare for him to feel this kind of strength, and it excited him in ways few others could.
Laying beside her, Azazel turned his gaze back to the sky above, the ethereal landscape around them shimmering with the weight of their combined energy. "I have to say, I'm pretty damn happy with this," he admitted, his voice light but genuine. "It's not every day a woman with two infamous Longinus offers herself up."
Hadaly leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "Then let's make the most of it, shall we?"
Azazel's grin grew wider, his hand sliding across her back as he pulled her into him, their bodies fitting together seamlessly. "You read my mind," he murmured, his eyes flashing with anticipation. "Let's see just how powerful you are."
Kissing her, came with admiring that smooth, round face as her blond hair cascaded over and her lips enticed him to kiss her even further.
Smiling, her hands began to wander around, feeling up his muscular body. It could only be described as pure delight. There was also approval. For her Master, only the best would do.
Sneaking south, her eyes went wide as she felt her pulsing member, adding to the approval she was feeling for him.
But also a hint of apprehension and fear. It was hard to believe how big he had grown already. And from the hardness, she could tell that he wasn't even fully erect. That was abundantly clear. But she was too far gone to even reconsider her options of not doing this.
The Fallen Angel felt a surge of power from her Longinus. It wasn't pushing her back. In fact, it was only enticing him as he felt more of that incredible body.
When his hands sneaked onto the breasts, he could feel their nice touch. Similar to the previous girls, Roxana and Rosaline were in particular, although Lilith was just a bit smaller.
Pushing him down, Azazel obeyed her orders, despite being immensely more powerful. Experience had taught him that it was better to obey women in such a case.
Especially when a dripping snatch filled your point of view.
"I'm the second in command to my boss. You're allowed and encouraged to give your unbiased opinion."
There was that roguish smile as he felt that he couldn't play this girl as a fiddle.
"In that case, there is no denying the fact that it looks amazing and delicious." Adding action to his words, he attached his lips to said pussy as his tongue sneaked inside. Of course, his fingers were added to the mix, causing Lilith's eyes to cross.
There was no telling what he was using at the same time. He switched up so quickly and rapidly that it had been more than evident how good he really was at this job.
Not just experience was evident but also the intensity that he displayed as he made Lilith moan and cry out in sheer pleasure. There was really an enjoyment in the way that she screamed.
It spurred him to continue his advances, especially with the way Lilith was grinding her big, round ass into his face. The proportion and jiggling were much like the other girls, especially the previously mentioned Roxana and Rosaline.
The scent from her buttocks wafted in his nose, causing him to grow intoxicated by the scent and sensations that he was feeling.
But it appeared that he wasn't dealing with an inexperienced virgin.
Once Lilith found a way to prevent her brain from completely exploding, she decided that it was nothing more than polite to return the favor to Azazel.
Her hands were cupping his balls, big and full like fruits, filled to the brim with the extra thick sperm that were stored inside.
It was up to her to make his cock shoot it out. If that was a challenge, it was accepted.
She felt a sharp intake from Azazel through her cunt when her mouth wrapped around his cock and pushing further, she managed to deep throat the entire length of his cock.
Aside from daring, it appeared that Lilith was also incredibly skilled. When his appendix wasn't buried into her heavenly throat, her hands were wrapping around the outside, making sure to stroke it.
Enough saliva dripped over it, making lubrication easy, adding to the ecstasy that she was delivering on him.
Despite the fact that he had been building a harem, which in turn caused his balls to be emptied on many nights, Lilith clearly worked him over to make sure that he'd lose this match.
But there would be no way that Azazel would lose without dignity and grace.
When her tongue teased over the bulbous head and her fingers went up and down on his shaft, he heard the words from the blonde.
"Is this really the best that the Great Azazel can do? Here I was hoping for a challenge."
Instead of retorting with words, actions would speak louder.
Placing his hands on her incredible ass, Azazel used his enhanced strength to press that ass closer to his face. With his head pressed right onto the ass, Azazel decided that there would be something more on that.
Visually, her ass was perfect, like every part of her body. But asides from the jiggling and round butt, which he buried his face in, there was also a rosier and darker part.
Alive for longer than many generations, had given Azazel experience that was leagues above any human being.
His fingers were also lubricated enough, making entry into her cunt all too easy but Lilith had another worry.
"Azazel, what are you?"
The Former Cadre hadn't replied with words but his tongue buried itself into the warm and tight appendage.
His cheeks were surrounded by the jiggling muscle. Inhaling, there was the delightful scent of a pure girl, seeping into his system.
"Ah, Azazel. Uwaagh! This is!"
The tip of his tongue wouldn't be enough for the Fallen Angel. No, if he were to do this, she would need the full length of his silver tongue, buried into her ass.
Luckily for him, asides from being warm, it was also accepted but just tight enough as well as his tongue forced the ass apart.
Lilith wasn't expecting such an attack from her partner and it was clear that her newly gained advantage was being lost as he went in even further into her anal cunt.
For the Creator, the taste was exquisite. But of course, he couldn't just focus on her asshole. There was also the fact that her front had to be attended as well.
Given the fact that she was ignoring his needs, he removed his tongue from the orifice and demanded that his needs would be tended to as well.
"Keep sucking." His tone wasn't making sure that he'd keep her teetering around climax if she didn't bring him to his own climax.
So wrapping her mouth around his swollen head, she continued her good work, showcasing the same skill as before, head bobbing up and down, trying her hardest to get Azazel to unleash.
Because when he did, he'd make Lilith cum.
It was incredible how fast and hard he was doing this but just keeping her on the edge, making sure that she would get that.
As she felt the cock stirring, there was still the surprise that he came much faster than she had imagined.
Especially the copious amounts that Azazel shot down her throat. There was no way to keep it all down.
The first two, three ropes of sticky, thick sperm were swallowed down but when the fourth and fifth came, Lilith was unable to keep them out. Out of her mouth and nose, she had to try her hardest not to cough or scream.
Moving away from the cock, she screamed out as fireworks exploded behind her head as she realized that Azazel was giving her the release she wanted. Her mind couldn't comprehend what he had done to her.
She was unsure of what she was coming down from.
Her ass?
Her pussy?
Both would be the most logical explanation as she felt her body coming down from the squeezing and teasing, especially how fast and hard Azazel was crushing her.
His tongue and fingers were pressing against the same spot, driving her crazier than ever before.
A screaming wave of pleasure rushed her body, her voice reaching a pitch high enough to make glass crack, and liquid erupted from her cunt, a nozzle, most likely caused by the extra addition of using her ass.
Unfortunately for Lilith, Azazel grabbed her body and turned her upside down, an effortless feat as he got her pressed down.
It was beyond clear what he wanted from her, making the blonde look up at him in surprise and arousal.
"Mating Press? Really?" There was the joking nature but internally, she was swooning like a schoolgirl.
But the woman wouldn't be sitting back and doing nothing. That wouldn't be her style.
Taking up his cock, she guided him to the inside while the smile never left her face. As soon he entered her, Azazel hovered over her, his mouth pressing right on her tits.
The hint of vanilla was all too feasible as it spread through his mouth.
It wasn't the only sensation. His cock was buried through her velvet walls. It took considerable willpower not to moan from the incredible feeling on his dick.
But that willpower was meant for his own pleasure. Not for hers as he buried himself again in her cunt.
Lilith felt power, the likes she had never experienced before, seeping into her body. It only fueled her desire for Azazel.
The fact that she remained silent as he began to move inside of her, made him wonder at first. She wasn't complaining about discomfort or making that known. But there was also the fact that she was just lying down and accepting the blows that he delivered out to her.
But that wouldn't be what he'd settle for. No, if he wanted to make Lilith his, that meant he'd have to switch it up.
It wasn't a dead fish position. Her gritted teeth, her blushing face, the small bits of drool that escaped her face. It was all indicators that she was enjoying it but she wasn't giving him the satisfaction of watching her fall down from pleasure.
Touching her tits, sucking on them, or even gently rubbing her little death, only caused her to grit her teeth even more and make sure that she wouldn't break from the pleasure.
She was enjoying it though, there was no doubt in the former's cadres head but how much actually, that remained the question.
No matter how hard or fierce he rutted in her body, she just wouldn't break from that.
Maybe, there would be something else on making her stony expression crack. There was something else that he could do to make her crack. Slipping out of her cunt, a feeling that he already missed, he pressed the body of Lilith down and his cock slipped right between those extremely well-shaped breasts.
That did make her smile.
"How did you figure out my favorite?"
Azazel didn't reply with words as again, he preferred to reply with actions. His hips continued to buck between those tits. The mysterious smile that he flashed to Lilith signaled that he wasn't done with that.
It took only a few eager thrusts to blast her face like a cake as he covered it with his thick, gooey sperm. With eager licks, Lilith cleaned herself up from that.
It appeared that she could figure him out faster than he would do himself.
The smile that she gave him, was all too telling. Especially as she turned her rear around and presented it to the Fallen Angel.
On all fours, she knew that he'd like it.
Unlike before, Azazel wasn't going to let this invitation pass by. Before he could shove his dick into her sloppy, wet cunt, something else caught his eye. That same, rosy, darker pucker, which looked so inviting.
With his dick, still slick with juices, he put his cock up higher to the asshole. Grabbing her by the arms, he made it impossible for Lilith to escape from underneath him.
A high-pitched squeak came out from the blonde as she felt her bowels, violated by the enlarged cock head, piercing through her body.
"Hi-aaah!? Aah, aah, nhaa. Azazel, wrong hole. That is my." There was the knowing grin from the goatee teacher.
"Don't worry. I'll make it fit." Before long, her ass had loosened up enough that it was indeed possible that his cock could go in and out of her delightful asshole. There was the noticeable tightness still in her but also the loosing as his cock was able to get in and out.
Breaking through the walls, he was enjoying it. But still, if he was pumping his cum, it'd be back in her womb. So sliding out of her now gaping asshole, he spread the lower lips of Lilith as he got his cock ready to go back inside her vaginal walls.
And just like before, with her ass, he figured out where the G spots lay, making it all too easy for the Fallen Angel to make the woman scream. Intensifying his assault on her incredible body and posterior, his hands shot forward, grabbing the hair, and making her head spin back, causing the right amount of pain and pleasure for Lilith.
Especially as his hands began to fall down on her buttocks.
"Ah, Azazel." They had to be sore, especially after she had received his cock down there. But there was little that stopped him from spanking the woman.
Her voice also betrayed how she really felt about it. There was no indicator of pain, only arousal and laughter.
"You know women too well! You have a knack for this" Her eyes gave another message to him. The story behind those jewels was an indicator of what she really thought.
As soon as she had recovered, her body moved back in perfect sync.
"You learn fast. Adaptable. That is pleasurable." Leaning down on her, his left hand grabbed around for a nice squeeze on her tits as his head tilted further.
Understanding his intentions, Lilith turned her head as she accepted the kiss.
There was a brief wonder how the woman was still on the land of the conscious. Usually, even the more inexperienced members of a race would have given out long before the ones of the old guard.
When her body began to act on pure instinct, instead of really a conscious action, Azazel began to figure out what was happening with Lilith.
She was phasing out. Well, it was up to him, to make sure that she'd ride this out with him. She'd catch up with him either way.
Which proved to be quite a few times as there was no stopping his hips, he kept on pumping her womb full with his stick, gooey sperm as Lilith was pushing back, having their mutual climaxes.
Only when she came back to the land of the thinking, she had found her body grappled by Azazel as her hands were pushed behind her head but she was now lying completely on top of him.
"My master was completely right. You are the right sort of man for her." Smirking, his cock went right back into the sopping-wet fuckhole.
"And you do know that you also belong to me, right?" The smile was way too sweet for a woman on her but it showed exactly what sort of chick that Lilith was.
"What do you think? You made me see stars that I don't even know the name of. Of course, I belong to you."
Groping that delightful chest of hers, Azazel turned her head as he pressed his lips on hers, making sure that his tongue was fully inside of her mouth as he kissed her again. The exploration of her body was done in such a skillful way that she was already pushing this to go further on.
Her body was adapting well to his touch as she tightened up, in a delightful fashion. She knew exactly what made him tick and the fact that she figured him out so quickly, proved to be the right choice.
Just as skillful as she was, the same could be said about him. His cock was easily shifting between her ass and pussy, both becoming molded to his size as her body was following alongside with her mind. It felt just great, no matter, where his dick touched, her body was dying to have more of the taste.
It was in her fortune that Azazel was greedily giving her whatever she wanted from him.
When his mouth latched on hers, his left hand expertly squeezed a nipple while his right hand worked his magic around her clitoris, just at the time that his bulbous cockhead was on the deepest part of her womb as there was again the heavy spurting as his balls drained into her.
Thick wonders of sperm, spurts that kept on going, Azazel truly was a man, long past what any mortal man had ever hoped to accomplish.
In post-coital bliss, the two laid for a few moments and paradoxically, it was Lilith who caused the union to break. Sitting on her knees, her mouth went open, clearly stating what she wanted from him.
The Cadre did not live for eons by being a dunce, especially when the message from Lilith was that obvious.
Standing on his legs, it was surprising that he didn't lose his footing. He really couldn't afford it during the next few moments as he knew exactly what Lilith wanted to do.
Lilith was at the right height which made it all the easier for the woman to start sucking on the flesh pillar.
The taste of his cock was something that she completely fell in love with.
There was the mix of all of their previous trysts, filling her taste buds as her tongue was filling on that. Tangy, sweet, salty, heady, earthy, and heavenly mixed. First, she was licking and sucking all that excess away.
When Lilith felt the cock was wet enough, it slid inside of her mouth as the taste wasn't fully gone but more of it was spread around her tight throat, sucking on his cock while her tongue continued to worship.
Grabbing her by the hair, it was only meant as support while Azazel's knees buckled underneath it. The sensations wracked through his body as Lilith was also enjoying herself.
Her left hand had sneaked down to touch down on her pussy. It was nothing more than a lewd, wet mess that was mixed in the way how her mouth caused her to make a wet noise as well.
But when the hands on her hair tightened, Lilith let her neck release, making it easier for Azazel to dictate how fast or hard his cock would enter her mouth pussy.
Lilith moaned and hummed as Azazel plundered her mouth completely. She even gagged when his cock went through her throat, causing her to worship every bit of his cock. Before long, the balls were slapping against her chin, adding to the lewd symphony of this.
Her hands moved to his hips, forcing herself to deepthroat the cock completely, pushing her to a limit that she hadn't been at before.
Breathing had to be done by her nose in short, quick breaths, causing her senses to be completely filled with Azazel's scent and taste.
Pummeling her mouth for a few more minutes, was all that the Cadre needed to completely fill the throat with his cum.
Just the pure sensation of his cock firing into her mouth, shuddering underneath the pleasure from that, the vibrations and his reaction were enough to cause her own orgasm to reach its peak.
Letting his dick go from her tight mouth, Azazel felt that he had gone above and beyond, even for him as he crashed down on the ground.
Instead of the proper position as before, Lilith collapsed right next to him, just as exhausted as he was.
They weren't saying much, just catching their breath as they felt their lust burning for the next tryst as they had one more round in them.
It was Lilith who recovered first as she straddled Azazel. In his mind, Azazel found that it'd be better to let her take charge. Of course, she couldn't do much without him being ready to go, but she had already figured out that he was up for it.
It took a hot second before his cock and her pussy were again connected but her ass collided with his heavy nutsack as well.
There was no need to take it easy or go softer on it. They just needed to work out a system and fuck each other's brains out.
Azazel eyes were glued to her bouncing tits and a lecherous grin covered his face. His hands quickly flew to her chest as he began to grope around on her soft flesh and squeeze those rock-hard nipples.
Of course, that did wonders as her moans grew in pitch. Lilith wished that she could speak but was only meant to mewl as Azazel fucked him. The two coherent words that she could bring out were "So Good!"
That was enough praise from Azazel but there was something that he wanted more from her. The hands went down to her ass as the heavy cheeks were tugged like they were made of putty.
Lilith might have started this match but she had miscalculated the difference in power between her and Azazel as she slumped down on his body.
"You are worthy of this power." That praise made him grin as he knew that he had conquered two powerful and infamous Longinus users that he could collect.
"Those are big words. Are you ready to prove them?" With a smirk, Lilith sat up and began to kiss him, enveloping the two in a green aura.
Despite the two going at it for quite a while, Azazel felt his stamina, energy, and fortitude being completely recharged.
There was even more that her powers could do. Recreating the Heavenly Throne Room, Azazel found that she had some ideas on it.
And of course, as a King, he was seated on the Throne with Lilith still in his hands. With a grin, she got off from her position as she sat down in front of him, with his dick in her hands as she began to pump it.
She had learned quite a bit.
"Now, I think that it's time to show you what I have learned. And well, I believe that I have restored you to the right time."
One thing was clear for Azazel. It was time for him to really show her what he was made of.
An actual God, he'd never be but a Sex God. Oh, that was something he had learned eons ago. And in this new, heavenly dimension where they would spend a loving long time.
Scene skip. One month later.
Lilith's introduction to his harem had gone well. Or as well, as he would have suspected.
Rosaline had grown to envy and admire the woman as they could pass for sisters but Lilith had grown in better proportions.
Luckily, that had died down as Lilith had proven herself in combat against Rosaline, with the promise that she'd train the younger woman.
In more than one way.
Lilith gave Rosaline to bounce off on, especially in his bed as Roxana had done with Maria.
Right now, he was sitting in the best position in the world. Namely, his Throne room where he had two dutiful sluts tending to his big cock.
Rosaline was busy sucking him off as there was nothing but praise from his mouth. What he could say, between moans. Her hands were fondling around his balls but then there was a switch as Rosaline pulled down her shirt, revealing her big, juicy tits that were wrapped around his cock.
It was rare for Lilith to pout but that quickly changed as Azazel's hands opened her expensive shirt, revealing her own big set of tits.
They were just there for his enjoyment and with his bigger head, he sucked down on Lilith, causing her to lift her spirit. Pulling closer, Azazel couldn't help but find pure enjoyment and utter ecstasy from the two.
The blowjob of a powerful Ice Queen and the chest groping of a God-Slayer Goddess.
No sane man could make a choice between them so there was no reason for him to make that choice. He'd just sit back and enjoy himself.
It would be a long time before either would leave this room.
I am really glad that I managed to finish this chapter. Took me damn long enough. It was a good day when I finished it.
A Wednesday when I was home before I'd leave for Sum 41 in Brussels. I have been busy on many fronts so I am happy that I can take it easier now.
At least, the next few weekends should be quieter than the previous ones.
Thank you all for the support and I'll see you on the next one.
Saluut.