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On their bed the king lay, the lust and obsession like stars in his eyes, despite the compromising position. Gagged with his chest to the plush blankets, he drooled happily, contorted by a series of clever belts and restraints that allowed for little movement save the swaying of his ass in the air. And what an ass it was, she marveled. Petite, though every inch sculpted by the heavenly creator, a sweet, impish golden-haired cherub equally joyous and innocent as he was cruel and devious, and it made her heart squeeze each time she was blessed to see the powerful being offered up so willingly to her insatiable desires.
With a practiced sway, her majesty approached him, careful to stay in his line of sight; after all it would not do for him to not appreciate the work she had put into her presentation. A latex body suit appeared poured onto her luscious body with a v-neckline so deep and wide, her nipples threatened to spill out with every bounce of her breasts. Atop the coating of thin synthetic rubber, she wore an intricately detailed leather corset and matching thigh-high boots, dotted with chocolate diamonds that made each movement akin to the twinkling of faraway stars in the darkest night. Her generous curves were not the only thing that caught his eye, no. At the juncture between her salacious thighs, she wore a harness supporting an equally dark and imposing dildo, shining proudly in the glow of the red moon, and there must have been a twin already inside her, as her pussy juices were weeping down her legs, eager as she was for her lover.
Upon reaching the mattress, she bent over, pleased that her soft, teardrop breasts spilled forth onto his face from their precarious containment, as she stroked his hair and chin lovingly. With a flick of her wrists she undid the gag, though she did little else to remove the hindrance from his mouth, turning instead to offer feather-light touches dancing down his back, along bindings, smiling as his muscles jumped and twitched in her wake. Leaning over further, she braced one hand next to his hip while the other indulged in massaging his pert backside, sighing sweetly at how well the soft flesh felt underneath her greedy fingers.
In their new position, her silicone cock pressed expectingly to his cheek, kissing at his face until the monarch opened his mouth to accept the invitation. As a reward for his obedience, she coated her fingers in her own saliva and slid them between the globes of his flesh, finding purchase in the slutty slit of his ass that hungrily accepting her digits.
Her golden mane was pulled up at the nape of her neck, just between the curling of her elegant horns, and as she looked down the length of his bent body, she appreciated her own foresight. For now, she had an unobstructed view of her husband suckling needily on her dildo, moaning as she found the spot within that would undo him. Oh, and when she found it, she was not disappointed. The gilded angel mewled and choked on that thick silicone, whining as he did his best to press himself back against her fingers.
“Enough foreplay then, my love?” She cooed, her naturally sultry voice adopting an erotic lilt. At his wild nodding, the queen chuckled, appreciating how his body erupted in gooseflesh from the caress of her voice.
Pulling herself back and away from the bed, she reapplied the gag and allowed herself one lingering glance of his lust-drunk, mess of a face, as she slowly paced around to the other side, the bed dipping under her weight as she knelt behind him. Spreading his cheeks, she dipped low for her meal, licking around the sensitive ring of muscle before diving in, pressing into him with her tongue as she had done with her fingers, and it was only until he was dripping and near to tears from pleasure that she finally relented.
The king’s pussy twitched and puckered in its loneliness, and when she aligned the tip with his hole, it was he would drove himself back upon it, groaning and grunting at the fullness of it. Grabbing onto his narrow hips she pulled him back the rest of the way, to ensure he was fully impaled and she keened as the movement stimulated her clit on the interior of her halter.
Their dance begun slowly, she had no desire to tear at her husband, so she rolled her hips long and leisurely, ensuring his body had time to accommodate the intrusion. Yet once Lucifer’s grunts turned into a steady stream of moans and sighs, Lilith yielded to the overwhelming lust.
Fast and hard she pounded into him, his cacophony of mewls and groans the music to their animalistic fucking, and her heart soared to have the beautiful man so submissive beneath her. Ever since the angel had laid eyes on her in Eden, she had been queen of his heart and desire, and his body, mouth, cock, and ass were ever at her mercy. It was a veritable feast for any succubus.
Boards and side tables shook with the force of her thrusts, over and over, driving them each higher to the sumptuous, shivering peak. A well-aimed push had him screaming against the gag, his limbs struggling against his bonds, as his useless cock bobbed and leaked between his trapped thighs. Grinning, she leaned over him possessively and began driving mercilessly into his prostate, reveling in the way his body shook and convulsed underneath her.
Each press forward drove the textured bumper on the inside of her harness across her soaked folds, her engorged clit, and soon her precision began to wane as her vision began to blur with her mounting orgasm. When he shouted a groan, she felt him tighten around her toy, long streams of his cum painting his stomach, chest, and sheets, she doubled her pace, prolonging his pleasure while she sought to achieve hers. One particularly uncoordinated thrust placed just the right amount of pressure in just the right place and she joined him in his moaning, hips lazily gyrating as her majesty road it out, inner walls squeezing the silicone cock within her and drenching the back of his legs with her slick.
Cleanup was perhaps noisier and lengthier than normal, what with her elaborate outfit and his complicated bindings, but as they crawled underneath the soiled comforter, a problem for tomorrow they had both agreed, they determined the experience was well worth the trouble. The king fell asleep first, arms around his divine wife and face pillowed on her delicious breasts, his cock half hard between her snowy thighs, and the queen giggled. Lilith was not the only insatiable one.