Of Light and Darkness

He glanced down as her tail whipped around his waist; Kaya seemed to love to wrap her tail around things. Azmere left it where it was for now. Perhaps he'd utilize it later....

The Archangel nodded, eyes glazing over in pleasure. He pushed until his pelvis touched her rear, then leaned down and pressed his lips roughly into hers. Azmere kept himself inside her for a few seconds, savoring the feeling of bottoming-out. He brought his right leg up until it was perched on the bed, giving him the leverage he needed.

He slowly pulled out, moaning softly against her lips before he moved his lips down to her neck, biting Kaya. Azmere withdrew until only his tip was engulfed in her, before entering his entire length into her again, slower than he had done before.

Standing back up, he allowed her legs to come up more, resting against his shoulders. Using his new position to his advantage, he picked up a bit more speed in his thrusting, though he kept his stroke as long as he started. He closed his eyes and bit his lip, losing himself to the pleasure he felt with Kaya.

He grinded against her each time he was fully sheathed, then pulled out to the tip and restarted the whole slow process. Slow, yet he'd accumulated a sweat; exercise and pleasure at the same time. What was better than that?

Azmere glanced down as he felt her finger and wondered for a moment what she was doing. And then he was submerged inside of her again, and it all fell from his mind. He could feel her arch. He could feel her intake of breath, and then her exhalation. He knew immediately when she felt her own climax, just from the way her body language changed around him. Azmere helped her ride out the orgasm, allowing her body to take over his motions; he allowed himself to sync in tune with her, and lost himself to the ecstasy it ensued.

All too soon, it was over, and he could feel her body fall into a rather lifeless state for a bit. Azmere kept kept his stroke even slower than before, slowing the pleasure (but still keeping it up) until she reacted more. The male was just admiring her surreal beauty when she brought her fingers to her lips, pumping the atmosphere full of lewdness again. She seemed to excel at that... And he loved it. He stopped and watched as she moved, legs coming to either side of his chest and pushing herself against him.

He grinned slightly, before closing his eyes. His hands naturally moved down to her rear, squeezing her and helping her bounce simultaneously. The once quiet air was filled with the wet and lewd sounds of their passion. He granted her request (easily enough - no way in Shadows was he going to deny it) and started to pull back and meet her thrusts. Their fire rose to new levels, and it was yet heightened still as he was hit with her pheromones. He pushed her off of his member, the exiting sounding wetly. He easily flipped her over as if she were a rag doll, and used one hand to push her shoulders into the bed, while the other grabbed her tail to keep her bottom up and presented.

Azmere roughly pushed into her, into whatever hole he'd quickly and recklessly aligned with, and immediately began his strokes, rocking the bed. He grunted as he went, pounding into her lustful figure from behind. It wasn't long before he felt his manhood jump and swell; right on the brink.

Azmere grunted softly in each thrust, eyes closed yet again. He bit his bottom lip as he slammed into her repeatedly, length feeling like a steel rod in a wet pot of pure heat. Sweat rolled off of his muscled body as he invaded Kaya's over and over again. He nearly fell out as he felt her climax, her walls massaging him so well. His thrusts slowly sped up, until the slap of skin on skin sounded almost deafening. And then he hit his peak - he grunted only once as he came, pumping her full of his holy seed. His pace never slowed, and he continued to pound into her, until their mixed juices started to squeeze out between their legs and wet the floor.

It took a few minutes, as he was still like a rock thanks to the pheromones, but he eventually switched positions. He pulled out of her with a pop, releasing a large flow of cum out of her until it leaked out onto the floor. He easily stepped onto the bed, right above Kaya and smirked down at her. He seemed like he was nowhere near finished. Azmere moved down onto one knee, before pulling Kaya up and throwing her over his shoulder. He carried her over to the chair and turned it, before easily moving the Succubus and sitting her onto the chair backwards, ass presented to him so sweetly. He lined up his tip with her yet unused hole, and slowly pushed in. It was so tight, he loved it. One hand moved to one of her breasts, the other circling her neck again.

He moved his head forward until his lips were next to her head, breathing softly. "Do you repent? He whispered as he slowly pushed into her small and puckered hole, length hardening even more as he pushed into her and really felt her. He backed away, looking down as her hole slowly engulfed his manhood. How wonderful sex was...

Azmere smirked slightly as he watched her touch herself, then proceed to lick the juices off. Everything she did seemed to get kinkier and kinkier, until she'd surpassed everyone he'd had. "It'd be my pleasure," he responded, pistoning the rest of his length into her. The Archangel leaned forward and bit her ear, tugging on it affectionately.

How he rammed into her was anything but affectionate. His muscular form flexed around her, intent on deriving more pleasure for the both of them. Azmere seemed to assume that he could pound into her as hard and as fast as he could without harming her. It was obvious from his merciless fucking. The chair, however....

Only a few minutes into the act, the chair under Kaya started to groan from the thrusts of a large with who just happened to wield what could be labeled as super strength. The male in question, however, chose to ignore it; honestly, it was more like he never noticed as he copulated with the woman of his fantasies.

Azmere never stopped his rhythm as he whispered rather smoothly to her. "Do you repent?" The question had barely left his lips when the hand on her breast twisted her nipple, the other snaking between her and the backrest to fiddle with her love button.

It was obvious he wasn't pulling any punches, aiming to wring her of every orgasm she possible of giving him that day. Azmere's strokes had gotten so powerful that the chair under them released a huge groan then snapped. But that wasn't going to stop him.

Stopping mid-stroke, he made sure she didn't fall fully. Without pulling out all the way, he turned to the desk and bent her over it. Within the second he resumed his brutal treatment of her ass, his hands moving naturally to her horns and pulling.

"Do you regret your sins?"