The Damned Demon

"Now that your body is becoming accustomed to me…shall we begin?" Asher murmured in an entrancing way, his searing gaze enveloping her.

Lysandra's eyes flickered upon feeling his scorching gaze and slowly nodded as she felt a deep heat spreading within her, whispering, "You can move..."

"Then you better hold onto me," Asher instructed, guiding her hand onto his broad shoulder.

With her thigh still draped over his forearm, with a rhythmic force, Asher began to move; their bodies already locked in atonement and, now, the locked rhythm.

"Han~..."

A quiet moan escaped Lysandra's lips, seamlessly melding with the ambiance of the cavern.

Each time he drove his thick member into her, her grip on his shoulder tightened, her body lifting as if trying to escape gravity itself.

Her nails dug into his muscle, leaving faint indentations as he filled her again and again.

The newfound liberation made it hard to keep her moans contained within her bosom.

Noticing her reaction, Asher's hand cradled her nape as he whispered, "Don't hold back. There is nobody here to judge you or stop you from feeling free. Your wings have been clipped for too long. It's time you flew free...with me."

His sentiment made her gaze soften as she looked into his glimmering dark yellow eyes.

Those eyes seemed to serve as a mirror where she could see herself anew. Something about his words deeply resonated within her.

She didn't know why but felt herself lowering her guard, and slowly, her expansive dark silver wings began to spread majestically up and sideways with newfound freedom as she surrendered herself fully to Asher.

A soft smile graced Asher's lips as he witnessed this transformation.

Seizing the opportunity, he picked up his rhythm, driving his powerful member into her welcoming warmth.

"Haan!~...Ahhn!~...Heeun!~..." With each thrust, Lysandra responded with increasingly audible gasps, her body rippling in sync with his relentless assault.

His fingers danced over her trembling thighs, each thrust radiating waves of pleasurable warmth through her being.

Each thrust struck at her deepest and most intimate spot, and her gasps echoed melodically around the cavern.

"Haaa~..." A shuddering gasp pulled at her lips, expelled to the rhythm of their joined bodies.

Her massive leathery wings quivered, each scale vibrating in thrill or shock. Her beautiful, plush buttocks clenched with each of his penetration, the echo of their coupling a melody in the underground abyss.

Beneath her, the ground shook slightly, echoing the escalating passion between them. The cave walls seemed to close in, amplifying the sounds of their heavy breathing and synchronized moans.

Moments swirled like a cyclone within the air around them, overtaken by the momentum of their unparalleled passion.

Both figures, united in their desire for salvation, melted into a fervent embrace—oily moans and soft sighs echoing into the hushed darkness.

Lysandra seemed to lose herself within the soulful rhythm of their union. Every thrust was a blow that reached her soul, each entering deeper than the last.

His crescendoing pace had Lysandra clutching onto him, the unearthing of such organic bliss overwhelming her.

The heat between them was imminent, a profound furnace igniting every nerve-ending, a sensual paradox of pleasure pushing her body to the brink.

Her body writhed beneath his, each ripple of pleasure crawling up her spine more fervent than the last.

She didn't know why she was letting herself loose enough to feel all these sensations but she didn't want to stop feeling them as well.

Unexpectedly, these sensations were the only thing that made her momentarily forget about her pain and the burden on her soul.

She knew she shouldn't be feeling this, but each time he buried himself within her, she felt free.

But her thoughts were disrupted when Asher's actions became more assertive. With his hand still grasping her right leg, he hoisted it even higher, shifting their positions dramatically.

Now, her foot dangled precariously overhead, giving him unprecedented access to the depths of her body.

"Ahhhn!~ Haaan!~ Heut!~..." Lysandra's moans became more unfettered at the change in angle, feeling every inch of him penetrate further than before.

A moist warmth pooled within her, a chalice of unending desire, making her feel surprised that she was already nearing her next climax.

Thrusting at a pace akin to the quickened beats of their hearts, Asher locked his fiery gaze onto hers. The silent affirmation passed between them, wordlessly acknowledging the summit of their intimate journey.

"I-I'm going to..." Lysandra's voice, caught between fragility and fierce ecstasy, crumbled into a passionate whisper. The churning impulses were growing stronger than her, overpowering with a blissful intensity she hardly recognized.

"With you," Asher responded, his voice gravelly, laced heavily with the intent to reach the peak of bliss simultaneously.

Surrendering to the abandoning heat emanating from their cores, they reached the crescendo of their communion.

"AAHHNNNN!!~~"

"NNGH!"

A clash of gasps, a joint cry of intense satisfaction echoed in the hallowed cavern. Their bodies spasmed in the sweetest torment, the rush of the climax overpowering her senses— she felt as if her soul were tearing from her body in a heady wave of heightened euphoria.

Spectacular waves of release seized her, propelling her into an abyss of ecstasy she'd never envisioned.

Her body convulsed, every fiber of her being centered around an unimaginable fulcrum of pleasure.

Then, an indubitable sensation of warmth spread throughout her womb— the thick, hot seed that was distinctly Asher's filled her womb to the brim and more.

It was a strange, yet astonishing feeling of unknown fulfillment, adding another unusual dimension to their union.

But just when she thought he was going to stop, his seed just kept pouring into her until it dripped out, and she felt its hotness trickle down her thighs.

But then her body experienced something unexpected. Her wounds and bruises that carved traces of violence onto her porcelain skin began to fade away mysteriously.

The whisper of pain was replaced by a floodgate of unutterable pleasure as her body kept writhing under his touch.

It was peculiar as much as it was bliss, realizing she was healing while being wound tightly around him. But it bewildered her. A question emerged from her dizzy senses - why had her healing power returned at the peak of her climax when Lori said they would be suppressed for a while? Was it because of him?

Her mind spun from the intensity of the euphoria and the surprising turn of events as her body went limp in his muscular arms.

In the midst of her reverie, Lysandra's exhausted body was delicately turned. Asher's warm fingers traced a path around her body, his grasp lingering to cup her sweaty, heavy breasts from behind.

A shudder went through her, not from discomfort but more of an anticipation from his unexpected move.

"Are you ready for another round?" He breathed against her ear, his gravelly voice dripping with allure.

Lysandra blinked her eyes, feeling disbelief he was already ready after pouring so much of his seed into her. Just what kind of monster was he?

"Why…Why do we need to do it again? This…should be enough…" Lysandra weakly mumbled as she struggled to catch her breath, fearing that she might feel things she shouldn't feel if this continued anymore.

"To make sure this works. Both our kingdoms and lives are at stake here. Should we really leave anything to chance?" Asher whispered as he pressed his erect dragon in between her soft buttcheeks and pressed a warm kiss against her sharp yet delicate jawline down her ear.

Lysandra held her breath, her lips parting with a silent gasp as she felt the sheer heat from his thick member, causing her buttocks to clench and a sharp, tingling sensation burrowing its way into her wet cave.

Unable to find the will to resist herself against these sensations and the logic behind his words, she found herself weakly nodding, her heart racing faster than ever.

As he said...nothing should be left to chance...

Couple minutes ago,

Not too far away from this scene of sensual atmosphere, a pair of dark purple eyes peered with brazen curiosity from a shadowed crevice within the cavern's majesty.

Lori bore witness to the intimate dance of two regal figures who were supposed to be enemies.

Despite Asher and Lysandra's insistence on privacy, Lori's serpentine defiance shone through.

This union bore her future progeny, the vessel which would carry her bloodline forward. And they expected her to go and hide somewhere as if it had nothing to do with her? Unthinkable!

However, as time trickled by, Lori's wide eyes stared, unblinking, at an unexpected sight, her serpentine pupil constricting at the daunting size of Asher's 'little snake.'

Many a walker's manhood had crossed her sight, but none could compare to the monstrous possession this young alien boasted.

It stood proudly, as if to prove his virility, not 'little' in the slightest. She couldn't bring herself to call that any longer.

If anything, it deserved a name like little Hydra. Yes...It was that worthy enough to have her ancestor's name bestowed upon it.

However, more astonishing was the transformation of that cold and serious draconian queen.

The regal iciness that usually marred Lysandra's face melted away under Asher's touch as if it never existed before.

Her sounds, her expressions, displayed an unguarded vulnerability Lori had never expected to witness in such a woman.

Could a creature like Asher truly imbue such profound pleasure, commanding a stern queen into a blushing maiden?

Lysandra's moans echoed in the cavern, bouncing off moss-

laden walls, reverberating into Lori's curious ears.

Even with her explicit expressions of pleasure and the ecstasy that blazed through her fervent cries, Lori found herself feeling a pang of longing.

Was he really making her feel that good? Was it that magical? It must be since it looks and sounds so beautiful.

Lori wondered as her eyes continued to grow wider but feeling a sense of emptiness that instead of that draconian queen, it should have been her experiencing those things with him. She should have been the one to get impregnated and bear the future of her bloodline.

Her dark eyes reflected the bittersweet reality that echoed through every fiber of her body- the future of her bloodline lay in that draconian's womb, her body aiding the unhatched egg, a necessity to bear her line forward... yet, a life she would never partake in raising herself.

Lori continued to have mixed feelings as she kept witnessing the sensual union of the two naked figures before her.

But that didn't stop her from putting on a spectacles that normally wouldn't be seen in this world and furiously noted down every interesting things she was learning from watching the union of these two.

Those two were entangled in positions of passion she had never seen before. It must be to ensure higher chances of impregnation...must be. Or was it to feel more good? She felt highly suspicious if these two even remembered that they were supposed to be doing this for her.

Whatever...It was not like they weren't doing a good job.