Beatrica 4 (NSFW)
Beatrica was alone in her room, late at night. She didn’t know why, but she was pleasuring herself. At least, after her dinner, she just kept thinking about the Count. All she ate was just regular food, so she didn’t think she ate something wrong.
But it was the power of Edmund’s demonic mark that was right above her sensitive parts. Once marked, it allowed his power to flow into her, and it allowed him to control certain things. And right now, she was extremely horny. Simply put, Edmund bottled up his own desire and dumped it on Beatrica through the mark. It’s a power that Demon Lords have, and partly why Edmund was able to control himself even though Aida made herself easy for him.
Then a knock on the door, and the knob turned. Beatrica panicked. She was still in the midst of pleasuring herself! She quickly pulled up one of the blankets, roughly covering her body.
“I know you’re here.” Edmund said. It was the last person Beatrica wanted to see. Her body instantly burned at his voice, but she didn’t know that. The mark of a demon lord’s corruption merely amplified her stimulation, and she let on an involuntary moan.
Edmund closed the door, and with a tap the door was sealed. Magic, but Beatrica was too horny to even notice. She pulled the blanket up.
“Need some help?” Edmund asked, he sat on the bed. “I can help you relieve it.” He knew she was horny. The mark allowed him to sense her desire level.
She didn’t know what to say, she was already not wearing any pants or panties. His fingers gently touched her cheeks.
“You’ve gained weight. I’m happy they are feeding you well.”
She didn’t want to reply, she was half-drenched down there and he’s teasing her about her weight!
“But I’m horny. And I want to have sex.” Edmund was blunt, and that word, ‘sex’, caused her to moan and it’s as if she was in heat. “Would you let me do it with you?”
She nodded, and Edmund threw the blanket aside. He took off his clothes, and just as quickly, took off her clothes. And he didn’t hesitate to dive in.
He kissed her passionately. He’s been suppressing it with Aida, and now he’s using her as an outlet. He felt a little bad, but that’s life. Beatrica didn’t know why, but when their lips connected her entire body burned with lust and pleasure.
Magic. Demonic lust magic flowed through her body. She didn’t know that, of course. She was just a villager captured, and a minor character in the game. There’s however, a crystal in her body, apparently valuable to demons. But right now, Edmund just wanted to fuck. So did she.
That room turned hot and steamy, as their moans and grunts leaked out. Their bodies rubbed together, his lips on hers, their hands clasped together, and his tentacles pounded her special place. He had a lot to let out, and she would have to receive it.
He didn’t let her go for the entire night. He licked her skin, her neck, sucked on her ears, her fingers, and it drove her wild. Then she did the same for him. She didn’t know why either, but at that moment, she just wanted to do everything. She sucked him, licked him. He attacked every part of her, and pounded her with all his might.
She screamed every time his cock hit that spot, and Edmund knew he found her weakness. Every time he licked and bit her earlobes her body convulsed, as if struck by lightning. She screamed, her vision blurry, her breathing ragged. But she didn’t want it to stop at all.
He pounded her greedily, his mind hazy. It was his lust, the demonic body that he possessed that drove the desire. His arms held her and fondled her, and Beatrica had no strength to resist him at all. He was a demon lord, and she was just a regular girl, now a maid.
She didn’t know she had this kind of stamina, or energy. Or was she powered by lust? She wasn’t sure, and she wasn’t thinking. All she wanted was to have sex, and they did it until the morning came. It was a smart thing that he casted a protective barrier around the room, else their screams would have woken up everyone in the mansion.
She lost count how many times she came, Edmund was just next to her, she was still naked, and he gently touched the little demon’s mark right above her crotch. The shape of it changed a little, as if it’s gotten more full, more complete. He could feel her more intimately now, and even vaguely sense what her thoughts and dreams are, as she rested next to him, almost drifting to sleep.
Her exhaustion, suspended by the demon’s mark throughout the entire night, hit her like a tsunami, and she drifted to sleep. Edmund felt his power grow. Just a little bit. But he knew it. So he was a lust demon? One that gained power from sex?