The Demon's Punishment Asmodeus, the demon prince, is enraged by Fangoria's theft of his magical ring. He confronts her, leading to a sensual and punitive encounter. Fangoria's defiance turns into desire as Asmodeus restrains and disciplines her, culminating in a passionate climax.
Asmodeus, the ancient demon prince, stood tall and imposing in the dimly lit chamber, his eyes burning with a fiery intensity. He was furious, his demonic temper ignited by the mischievous act of his beloved vampire, Fangoria. She had crossed a line, stealing his most prized possession—a magical ring that defied the very laws of nature, allowing her to walk under the sun. This act of defiance could not go unpunished. The beautiful Fangoria, with her luscious locks of white hair and ruby-red eyes, smirked at her lover, unaware of the consequences that were about to unfold. She had always been a playful tease, enjoying the thrill of pushing Asmodeus' buttons. But this time, she had gone too far. "You dare steal from me, my pet?" Asmodeus growled, his deep voice echoing through the room. "You know the rules, and yet you chose to defy me." Fangoria's smirk turned into a playful pout as she realized the gravity of her actions. "My dear Asmodeus, I couldn't resist. You know how I love to play with fire." Her voice was like silk, seductive and enticing, but it did little to appease the angry demon.
Without warning, Asmodeus lunged forward, his powerful hands gripping her delicate waist. He lifted her effortlessly, their height difference accentuated by his strength. "Playtime is over, my sweet Fangoria," he whispered, his breath hot against her neck. "Now, you will learn the price of disobedience." Asmodeus carried her to a nearby table, its surface cold and made of solid stone. He gently, yet firmly, laid her face down, her soft body contrasting the hard surface beneath her. Her eyes widened with a mixture of excitement and trepidation as she understood what was about to happen. The demon prince secured her wrists with leather restraints, tightening them just enough to ensure she couldn't escape. Her pale skin stood out against the dark material, a delicate canvas awaiting his touch. With her arms stretched above her head, her large breasts were pushed upwards, the pink nipples hardening in anticipation. "You like to play games, don't you, my little thief?" Asmodeus teased, running his claw-like fingernails down her sides, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. He admired the rose tattoos that adorned her body, a reminder of her beauty and his ownership. Asmodeus then moved to her feet, securing her ankles with similar restraints, spreading her legs wide, exposing her most intimate areas. Fangoria's pink pussy glistened with arousal, a testament to her growing desire despite the impending punishment.
He stood back, taking in the sight of her vulnerable and exposed form. "Such a beautiful sight, but you've been a naughty girl," he said, his voice laced with a mixture of lust and dominance. "Now, let's begin your discipline." With deliberate slowness, Asmodeus raised his hand and brought it down sharply on her exposed left buttock. The smack of skin on skin echoed through the chamber, followed by a sharp intake of breath from Fangoria. Her eyes widened, and a soft moan escaped her lips, a mix of pleasure and pain. He continued the spanking, alternating between her cheeks, each strike leaving a fiery imprint on her pale skin. As the blows landed, her pussy grew wetter, her juices flowing freely, creating a glistening trail down her thighs. "Oh, Asmodeus, your touch is divine," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "Punish me more, I beg of you."
The demon prince obliged, his hands moving to her inner thighs, squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. He traced his fingers upwards, inching closer to her dripping core with each pass. Fangoria squirmed, her body yearning for his touch in the places she craved it most. Asmodeus dipped his fingers into her wetness, gathering her essence on his fingertips. He brought them to his lips, tasting her, and moaned in appreciation. "Delicious," he murmured, his eyes never leaving hers. "But I'm not done with you yet." He positioned himself between her spread legs, his massive cock straining against his pants. With a swift motion, he freed his erection, the sight of it causing Fangoria's breath to catch. His length was impressive, thick and veined, a perfect contrast to her tight, virgin pussy.
Asmodeus leaned forward, his breath hot against her sensitive skin as he whispered, "I'm going to fuck you now, Fangoria. I'm going to claim what's rightfully mine." Without further warning, he thrust forward, penetrating her in one swift motion. Fangoria cried out, her body accommodating his girth with a tight, scorching embrace. He filled her completely, his length reaching depths she had never experienced before. The demon prince began to move, his hips thrusting rhythmically, his cock sliding in and out of her tight sheath. Fangoria's moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure and surrender. Her hands pulled at the restraints, her body arching to meet each powerful stroke. Asmodeus reached forward, gripping her hair possessively, and pulled her head back, exposing her delicate throat. He bit down gently, his fangs grazing her skin, marking her as his own. Fangoria whimpered, a combination of pain and ecstasy washing over her.
The pace quickened, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Asmodeus' thrusts became more urgent, his breath ragged as he neared his climax. Fangoria's pussy clenched around him, her own orgasm building to an explosive peak. "Cum for me, my pet," Asmodeus growled, his voice thick with desire. "Let me feel your sweet release." Fangoria's body trembled as she surrendered to the waves of pleasure. Her pussy contracted around his cock, milking him as her juices flowed freely. Asmodeus roared, his own orgasm overtaking him, his seed pumping deep into her willing body.
As their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal, Asmodeus untied her restraints, freeing her from the table. He pulled her close, their bodies still intertwined, and kissed her passionately. "You've been a naughty girl, Fangoria," he whispered against her lips. "But you've also been a very good one. Remember, my dear, I always get what I want, and I will always punish and pleasure you as I see fit." Fangoria smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of satisfaction and mischief.
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