The kiss deepened. Aeshma’s lips were warm, full, and they opened against his with an avidity she no longer hid. Lucifer slid a hand into her chestnut-orange curls, gripping them gently while the other descended along her hip, feeling the firm curve of her waist under the thin black dress.

She sighed against his mouth, a small husky sound that vibrated straight into his chest. "Mmhh... touch me, Lucifer."

His fingers did not need to be asked twice. He first caressed the outside of her thigh, slowly lifting the dress that slid over her soft and slightly warm skin, as if a fire smoldered just beneath. Aeshma had long, sculpted legs, with well-defined calves and thick thighs that trembled slightly under his palm. He went higher, finding bare skin, and she parted her legs a little to make it easier for him.

"Fuck... you’re burning," he murmured, nibbling her lower lip.

Aeshma answered with a low moan, almost a purr. "Hnn... continue."

He turned her gently so she faced him, back against the rock. His hands explored her body with more insistence: he grabbed her round, full ass through the fabric, kneading it while pulling her against his already hard erection. The demon had a magnificent ass, firm but soft, that overflowed just enough between his fingers. She arched her back, pressing her belly against him.

"Ahh... yes, squeeze harder," she moaned, her voice already more broken.

Lucifer moved his hands up to her breasts. Even through the dress, he felt their heavy weight, their perfect shape. He massaged them, thumbs passing over the nipples that were already pointing hard. Aeshma tilted her head back, exposing her neck. Her hair cascaded down her back, shining under the last glows of the sunset.

He lowered his head and kissed her throat, then moved down toward her cleavage. With a sharp tug, he pulled on the fabric of the dress that slid off her shoulders, freeing her breasts. They were heavy, round, with wide, dark areolas that contrasted with her pale skin. The nipples were erect, begging. Lucifer took one in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand kneaded the other.

"Ohh... fuck... Lucifer!" Aeshma moaned louder, her fingers digging into his silver hair. She pulled on it, holding him against her chest. Her moans grew sharper with each stroke of his tongue. "Mmh... yes, suck them... they are yours..."

He alternated between the two breasts, licking them, nibbling them, slapping them lightly with the flat of his hand. Each slap made her abundant flesh tremble and drew a small stifled cry from the demon. Her iridescent eyes shifted from golden to deep red, a sign that she was losing control.

The dress finally fell completely to her feet. Aeshma was naked before him. Her body was a weapon: narrow waist, wide hips, flat belly with just the right amount of softness, and that pussy already glistening, swollen lips slightly parted. Her thighs rubbed against each other, impatient.

Lucifer caressed her between the legs. His fingers slid over her soaked slit, finding her hardened clit. He rubbed it in slow circles.

"Aaahh!" Aeshma jolted, legs trembling. "Harder... don’t play with me..."

He thrust two fingers into her at once. She was tight, burning, and her walls contracted immediately around him. He curled them, seeking that spot that made her break. When he found it, she cried out, a long guttural moan that echoed in the clearing.

"Haaa... yes! There... fuck, there!"

He fingered her faster, the wet sound of her soaked pussy filling the air. Aeshma held onto his shoulders, hips moving frantically against his hand. Her heavy breasts bounced with each movement, hypnotic. Sweat beaded between them, making her skin shine.

She came suddenly, violently. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opened on a raw, prolonged cry:

"Lucifer! I... aaahhh! I’m coming!"

Her thighs clamped around his hand, her pussy pulsing and flooding his fingers. She trembled for a long time, still moaning in small bursts as the orgasm subsided.

But she was not done. Far from it.

Aeshma pushed him back until he was seated on the flat rock. She knelt between his legs, almost tore off his pants, and freed his hard, veined cock. It was thick, heavy, already glistening with precum.

"Look at this..." she murmured with a carnivorous smile. She spat on it, then swallowed it into her hot mouth.

Lucifer groaned, hand in her hair. She sucked with avidity, head moving back and forth, tongue swirling around the head. Her breasts hung and rubbed against his thighs with each movement. She took it all, to the back of her throat, without effort, moaning around his dick as if she was taking as much pleasure as he was.

"Mmmhh... glk... hnn..." The obscene sounds came from her throat. She pumped him with one hand while licking his balls, then came back to suck him harder.

He did not last long. He lifted her abruptly, turned her against the rock and bent her forward. Her magnificent ass was offered, round and firm, slit shining with wetness.

He slapped it once, hard. The flesh rippled.

"Ah! Again!" she begged.

He slapped her several times, leaving red marks on her pale skin, then thrust into her with one powerful stroke.

"Fuuuuck!" Aeshma screamed, arching her back. "You’re huge... you fill me completely..."

Lucifer began to pound her. Hard. Deep. His hips slapped against her ass with each thrust, making her whole body shake. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her, rubbing against the stone. He grabbed her hair, pulling her head back while he fucked her like an animal.

Aeshma’s moans became nonstop, raw, almost desperate:

"Yes! Harder! Destroy me! Haa... haa... aaahh! Your cock... it’s perfect... keep going!"

Sweat ran down her back, between her ass cheeks. Her pussy gripped his cock like a vice, extremely wet. Each thrust made an obscene wet sound. Lucifer slid a hand under her and rubbed her clit at the same time as he hammered her.

She came a second time, even more violently. Her legs buckled, she screamed his name on repeat, voice broken:

"Lucifer! I’m coming again! Don’t stop! Aaahhh!"

He did not stop. He turned her to face him, lifted one of her thighs and penetrated her again, standing against the rock. This position allowed him to see her face: eyes half-closed, mouth open, tongue slightly out, breasts crushed against his chest.

He fucked her more slowly but deeper, savoring every inch. Aeshma kissed him messily, biting his lip, moaning into his mouth.

"You are mine..." he growled.