The Damned Demon

After several more hours slipped away, Asher finally emerged from the tower, his polished black robes shimmering under the fading light. The colossal door groaned as it started to shut behind him, its heavy thud echoing through the silent landscape.

Meanwhile, back inside the tower, Sabina's nude form twisted limply from the center of the high-ceilinged room, her pale skin tinted crimson and glistening with a hot, milky fluid that clung to her like a second skin, pooling between her legs and trickling down her thighs. Her body was bruised from head to toe with lash marks riddling her body and yet there was no hint of discomfort or pain in her cloudy eyes.

Her lips parted, releasing a slurred utterance filled with insanity and lust, "Oh mother...I feel sorry for what that little monster is going to do to you...But at least you will one day see the grandson you want...hehe..."

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Meanwhile, after a couple hours, Esther, oblivious to the debauchery that happened within the tower, made her way towards it, her heart calm as a pool.

She had received a cryptic message from Asher, asking her to meet him here, of all places, where they would be free from prying eyes and gossip. She didn't mind since she preferred this as well rather than let others speculate her business with Asher.

Dressed in her usual off-shoulder dark blue gown, she ventured inside, her heels clacking against the cold, hard floor. The interior of the tower was dimly lit with dark golden lights, casting an ominous glow about the place. In the center of the large hall, on a throne-like chair, sat Asher, clad in casual black robes that revealed his chiseled, muscular torso... and something else.

His manhood, even in its flaccid state, was a sight to behold, long and thick in ways that would send a shiver down any woman's spine, though Esther didn't even bother to look.

"You are right on time," he said, getting to his feet, "Makes me wonder if you have been looking forward to this?" His voice was as smooth as honey, laced with an ominous undertone that Esther couldn't quite place.

Unfazed, Esther responded flatly, "Yes, so that I can get this over with sooner than it needs to be."

Yet, despite her nonchalant demeanor, Esther couldn't shake off an unsettling transformation surrounding Asher. A mysterious pull seemed to emanate from him, compelling her attention even when every fiber of her being screamed caution. He was already known as the most charming and handsome man in the kingdom, though she had never felt anything. Yet now, why was she feeling as if that such a claim was indeed true?

Her gaze oddly lingered on the mesmerizing depth of his dark yellow irises, reminiscent of rich amber gleaming beneath the soft glow of antiquated lanterns. She noted the exquisitely carved lines defining his expansive eight-pack abdomen, each muscle contracting rhythmically in synchronicity, exemplifying raw strength encased in finessed alien form.

Her attention shifted involuntarily to his robust silhouette, sculpted by nature itself, stretching beyond ordinary confines. The sight stirred something primal within her – something she didn't know she had.

Further up, her eyes traced the luxurious length of his silky moon-white hair, flowing gracefully like ethereal waterfalls cascading down snowy mountainsides. She couldn't help but also notice the unblemished expanse of his dove-gray complexion, as smooth and flawless as handcrafted porcelain. Each contour reflected pure elegance untouched by imperfections or blemishes.

Finally, Esther's gaze came to rest upon an unusual object that she had tried to ignore earlier - the impressive size and stature of his long, flaccid member. Even in its relaxed state, it commanded respect, hinting at dormant might lurking beneath its surface. The thickness rivaled the circumference of a stout tree trunk, tapering gently towards the base, making her wonder if he was a beast or a man.

No…not even beasts would have something that looks this majestic.

But she then briefly channeled her concentration, easily fighting off this mysterious influence, and wondered why she was even thinking about such inconsequential things, especially about him.

Not once had she encountered such an odd thing merely from looking at someone.

It made her wonder if he did something to himself.

Asher began circling Esther, his deep voice resonating smoothly, "I hope you won't mind me asking...But have you ever felt what it is like to be a woman who is actually living instead of a life that resembles a dead one? Like falling in love, gettting jealous, feeling pleasure, or craving for something? Haven't you felt curious about what all this feels like?"contemporary romance

He teased the lace of her bra, his fingers dipping below the fabric to brush against her shivering half-hardened nipples and teased them as he said, "Why are you holding back? Your body is shivering, begging you to let me satisfy it. Let go of yourself, at least for a second."

Esther's breath caught in her throat, her body betraying her with its response to his touch while trying to block out his attempts to tempt her.

A shiver ran down her spine as he slid his fingers down her stomach, stopping just short of where she needed him the most. Her breathing quickened, her chest rising and falling with each ragged breath, "Never…" She mumbled firmly, though her voice was weaker than usual.

"You can't say never to an inevitable force like me," Asher said with a devilish smile as his lips once again found hers in a hungry kiss, his tongue seeking entrance to her mouth. Esther resisted at first, but the sensations coursing through her body were too much to bear. She couldn't maintain her focus on every part of her body, especially since his hands were stroking the skin of her navel, dangerously above her pelvis.

It was either her mouth or the region down there.

And so, with a whimper, she made the choice of making a sacrifice, letting her tongue tangle with his in a passionate dance.

Each stolen breath amplified the intensity building between them, escalating past the tipping point recklessly. She could feel her cold body heating up slowly, and without her knowing, a faint reddish hue had already colored her pale, cold cheeks.

Overwhelmed by unfamiliar feelings, she battled to retain composure, focusing intensely on containing the storm raging wildly inside her. But all of a sudden, Asher's erection, thick and throbbing, slipped between her thighs, making her brows furrow deeply.

It felt thicker than it looked, and she could feel the throbbing veins pressing against the unusually sensitive skin of her inner thighs.

But what made it worse was when the tip of his hot member pressed against her vulva, threatening to tear through her panties and invade her fortress.

She gathered all her willpower to resist the wet flames threatening to pool down there.

Yet, defiance proved futile when he suddenly started to grind against her defenseless spot, inciting flames to dance erratically within her.

She tried to pull away in nervousness, but that only made him increase his pace, grinding her harder down there.

Suddenly, her world spun out of focus, replaced by swirling clouds of ecstasy, dragging her helplessly toward the edge of an exhilarating precipice. Fear gripped her heart as she scrambled madly to anchor herself securely but failed miserably against the tidal wave of rapture sweeping her far beyond known territory.

In mere moments, the inferno consumed her whole, obliterating barriers erected carefully over centuries. "Hahhnnghh!~~" Caught off guard, she released a throaty cry, relinquishing restraint entirely unconsciously as he let go of her lips.

A torrent of delight erupted violently, wetting her panties, streaming down her legs in rivulets.

She gasped as she suddenly felt numb and weak, losing her grip and about to fall to the ground, though Asher kept her standing by tightening his arm's grip around her bare waist.

"Haa…ha…" Esther struggled to catch her breath, shocked and confused by what just happened….by what she just felt…the strange feeling that made her forget everything for a moment. Instead, all she felt was her body and mind getting released from invisible chains that she didn't know existed.

Yet she was terrified by how she had no control over it, by how this sensation left her at the mercy of someone else, and how she even forgot herself for a moment to the point she let out a shameful sound.

"No matter how cold a woman's body is, it always melts when faced with the fire of passion.," Asher said with a smug smile as he looked at her breathless state.

Oh boi...how much is he going to melt her? :

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