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For the sake of amusement, the Lord of Pride giving his cock to a struggling sacrifice, even pressing him down, just to win a mere human’s heart, was, in fact, an impossible thing.
It was something those who sought to be in Lucifer’s inner circle would dismiss as a false rumor.
Lucifer stroked Hayden’s pale cheek while simultaneously tickling his flushed ear.
The flawless, clean skin was soft.
The hair that tangled between his fingers was disheveled like high-quality fabric and wasn’t dry at all despite being wet.
The hole, which had possessed a clean and pretty appearance on the first day, was now twitching, as if it had been created to house his cock.
Perhaps he was more pleased with this sacrifice than he had initially anticipated.
‘I won’t get bored for a while.’
Lucifer shook off the déjà vu with this light assessment, then lifted Hayden’s pelvis away from his buttocks, which were still debating his situation and actions, bit his cock inside, and thrust it in hard again.
Because of the water, his buttocks stuck firmly to the pelvis.
“Haa…!”
At the unexpected movement, Hayden’s body slipped and was pushed slightly out of the bathtub.
Lucifer lowered his hands, which had been holding his wrist and cheek, and grasped the submerged thighs with both hands.
The flesh of his thighs compressed and wrapped around his hands.
The texture was quite pleasing.
Lucifer rose abruptly with his body remaining in that awkward position.
Hayden, whose shoulders were now over the thick edge of the tub, was startled by the feeling of his lower body being suddenly lifted and bent his now-free hands back to grope and hold onto the edge of the bathtub.
Only then did deep resistance resurface on his face.
Lucifer, standing on the tub floor, continued his thrusting with his hips resting on the water surface.
Hayden, who shivered in the cold air after leaving the warm bathwater, parted his red lips and poured out moans.
The member, semi-submerged in the water, expanded and widened the hole as it pushed against the inner wall.
Lucifer, who had spread Hayden’s legs wide by gripping the backs of his knees, forced the blunt glans to part the tightly sealed mucous membrane and violently mashed the end of his rectum.
“Ang…!”
Hayden frowned, apparently still feeling shame at having his legs wide open in front of someone.
The fact that the wet cloth covered the point of penetration, making it less visible, was a small comfort.
“Stop, unh, ungh!”
“I will release you when my pleasure subsides.”
“Hnng, ugh. No. No…”
Lucifer raised his left hand and covered Hayden’s noisy mouth with his large palm.
A frightened whimper echoed inside his hand, which was strong enough to crush his jawbone.
Lucifer leaned his body in close until his chest touched the wet cloth, and muttered softly in a languid voice.
“You should speak accurately. Your lower mouth is so honest.”
Lucifer pulled his cock out with a wet shluck sound and then pressed the sensitive spot again.
“Hoooong!”
As Hayden started to become aroused, slick fluid leaked profusely from the inner wall, now softened by the slime, wetting the shaft and gathering with a squelching sound.
The red inner wall, wet with arousal fluid, aided the thrusting.
As he rubbed his cock against the inner wall, wrapped in the slippery, oozing liquid, the bathroom was filled with cries of pleasure and the sound of mucous membranes rubbing together.
Only then did Lucifer exhale a satisfied, hot breath.
The contraction of the sacrifice’s hole, which had been whimpering, had ripened.
At first, he only knew how to contract, but after mixing the warm water and a little bit of fright, he naturally learned to relax.
Every time the inner wall wrinkles stretched taut and then wrinkled again, his lust, which had been bottled up for centuries, was slightly relieved.
The clumsy movements unexpectedly led to a satisfying clench, which he liked.
“Aang! Ang, haang…!”
As the thick column moved back and forth between the buttocks perched on the water surface, blood started to flow again from the entrance, which had barely stopped bleeding due to the ruthless pounding.
The scent of blood was even stronger since he was outside the water.
The sweet scent of blood was particularly sweeter than any he had smelled before.
Blood was similar to alcohol for demons.
Lucifer felt a little tipsy, inhaling deeply the humid air of the bathroom, and moved his hips more forcefully.
The column, thicker than his arm, consistently struck his prostate like a bell and pressed the end of his blocked rectum.
Lucifer forcibly shoved his cock to the root inside the hole, which didn’t open easily.
Because of this, the securely sealed end of the colon, which was tighter than the entrance of the hole, and his cock, which kept striking it to break through, violently clashed and separated, as if fighting inside his abdomen.
The action was repeated: his cock scraped the membrane with a tearing sound as if it would peel off all the flesh and withdrew near the plump, swollen entrance before plunging back in.
As his prostate was consecutively hammered, an intense pleasure rushed through him from his toes.
His small penis, which had already perked up, rubbed roughly against the wet, clinging cloth.
Hayden, not receiving any caress from Lucifer, moved on his own, chasing after a greater pleasure.
His white hand, desperately holding onto the bathtub, tightly gripped his own member, as if he didn’t want to ejaculate.
It was a meaningless resistance, but the sight of him holding his small penis, cloth and all, pleased Lucifer’s eyes that much.
Lucifer fixed his gaze on the thick, cloudy fluid accumulating on the wet cloth and split the ripe mucous membrane, intending to crush even the human’s small efforts.
“Ungh, hnnk, ugh…!”
“Clench harder. If you scream like this and then ejaculate, you will look ridiculous.”
Hayden’s grip tightened further at Lucifer’s provocation.
His hips were visibly trembling above the water, yet Hayden forcibly suppressed his ejaculation.
He didn’t seem to know that the more he held back, the deeper the pleasure became.
Then again, given his inexperience, how often would he have even masturbated on his own?
Squish, Squelch.
“Ungh…! Ah, ahhng, ungh, uh!”
The only sounds that resonated in the silent bathroom were the splashing water, the hitting of flesh, and Hayden’s scream-like moans.
Hayden couldn’t even properly utter a moan, giving his whole body over to Lucifer’s hip thrusts.
Hayden, with a greatly flushed face, clamped down on the hole, and the focus in his pale violet eyes became blurry.
After enduring the surge of climax about three times, his mind seemed to have gone blank.
His face was slack, unable to distinguish whether the heat boiling in his lower abdomen was his own body temperature or the water seeping in.
“Tch.”
Lucifer clicked his tongue lightly. He had no hobby of thrusting into an unconscious body.
Wouldn’t that be like having sex with a limp corpse?
Lucifer, who had been enjoying the scorching heat of the hole that tightly clenched his glans and shaft, looked up at Hayden’s front, which was barely floating on the water surface.
If he couldn’t ejaculate forward, then he would drive him to climax through his hole.
Thwack!
“Heeung…!”
As if he had been holding back until now, his penis struck the prostate fiercely and instantly broke through the entrance of the colon, clearing the path.
His penis, which had plunged deep even after the head was inserted, strangely unfolded the bent part and filled the inside.
His outline was distinctly visible on the thin skin of his belly.
“Hick, hngh…”
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