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At that sensation, Hayden climaxed, pulling tears out along with a moan.
As Hayden’s body floated up, Lucifer pushed his hips gently and straightened his upper body, allowing a clump of his wet dark hair to fall onto his forehead.
He looked down, his red eyes pressing against Hayden’s tear-stained eyes.
He had worried about the lake drying up earlier, but now he felt an impulse to draw out all the transparent tears streaming down his temples.
He enjoyed the physical intimacy after a long time.
It didn’t seem bad for the sacrifice, who was confused even by the mere fringe of false affection offered by a demon, to truly develop a physical attachment to him.
Besides, he wouldn’t have to bother suppressing his lust anymore.
‘Should I pour semen into him?’
The Demon Lords’ semen was a precious commodity.
It had the effect of eliminating aging and extending the lifespan of humans, especially if they consistently received the Demon Lord’s semen inside their bodies.
Although humans were unaware of this information now, in the past, they would seek out Demon Lords, wriggling their paltry butts, with this goal in mind.
Of course, a single pour would not yield such a significant effect, but it would help maintain the stickiness of this hole.
If he penetrated and tore his backside a few more times like this, he would gradually get used to it and open up easily.
It was too precious to give to a human, but the last hole he had tasted had quickly become loose despite belonging to a demon, so he suddenly felt the desire to properly cherish this one.
Lucifer stepped forward, leaned on the tub, and grabbed the back of Hayden’s neck with his left hand, pulling him up.
Gravity caused the white body to descend, and his huge cock entered even deeper into the colon.
Hayden, as if it were already a habit, tightly gripped his own penis, buried his face in Lucifer’s shoulder, and trembled.
The body that was shaking with a choked moan, as if he had reached climax once more, was amusing.
The penis, which had not ejaculated even once, was wetting the black cloth with pre-ejaculate in Hayden’s hand.
“Hnngh, ugh, haa…”
Lucifer pushed Hayden away, who had barely lifted his flushed face, and pulled his thigh back and pushed it forward with the hand on his right thigh, ravishing the inside to let him taste his semen.
“Ungh, hnnk.”
The two skins fiercely collided on the water surface, creating a friction sound.
As the water increased the sensation, the pelvic bone hitting his buttocks intensified the sharp feeling.
Hayden looked at Lucifer, who was continuing his thrusts while holding the edge of the tub, with blurry eyes.
He blankly saw the red blood smeared around Lucifer’s mouth and cautiously gripped his cheek.
Lucifer instantly paused his hip thrusts and lowered his gaze languidly.
Hayden seemed to be unaware of what he was doing, dazed by the climax that only reached his back.
Hayden carefully cupped his cheek and stuck out his small tongue to lick the clump of blood on Lucifer’s chin.
It was Lucifer’s blood, formed from the blood that came out of Hayden’s bitten tongue.
The tongue, which briefly tickled his chin, moved upwards to lick the smeared lips.
A tickling sensation spread across his mouth, like being groomed by a small cat.
Lucifer’s eyes narrowed.
He diligently moved his tongue as if healing the wounds he had inflicted, wiping away the blood that was wetting various parts of his lips.
The soft flesh sweeping over the skin felt like an act of requesting permission for a kiss due to the careful movements.
‘Truly, he was an unusual sacrifice.’
“You’re doing a pointless thing.”
Even so, Lucifer bit the small tongue painfully and pressed his plump lips.
Hayden instinctively threw his arms under Lucifer’s armpits, grabbed his back, and clung to him.
Even as he mingled their tongues, Hayden dug his fingernails into Lucifer’s back.
Long nail marks were engraved on the firmly raised back muscles every time his hole repeated its contraction and opening, getting used to Lucifer’s cock and receiving his pounding.
Lucifer tightly gripped Hayden’s thigh flesh in his right hand and the back of his neck, where his Seal was stamped, in his left, pulling Hayden tightly downward.
Hot semen poured out from the tip of his glans.
The ejaculation, which felt slightly hotter than a human’s, struck the colon and flowed down, wetting the rectum.
Hayden, who was awkwardly continuing the kiss, released a choked moan and tightened his legs around Lucifer’s waist even more.
The endless gush of cloudy semen heated his body and was absorbed into the mucous membrane.
Hayden’s belly skin, on which water droplets flowed, swelled until the outline of the cock blurred.
“Ugh…”
The blood stains that had hardened like scars on Lucifer’s body from the prolonged friction melted in the hot water, staining the bathwater red.
Two bodies pressed together, two figures swaying, breaths swallowed by each other.
Behind Lucifer’s large body, the clear water, now slowly seeping with red, rippled.
Hayden leisurely entangled Lucifer’s tongue, as if to dilute the heat.
As if declaring that this reward would be the starting point.
Plink.
Lucifer, who had been continuing the long kiss, slowly pulled his lips away at a water droplet that fell on his cheek.
Hayden gasped lightly, his eyelids fluttering.
It didn’t take long for his plump, pressed lips to return to their shape.
When he slowly lifted his gaze, Lucifer was looking down at Hayden with an indifferent face. Hayden blinked slowly.
Lucifer supported Hayden’s buttocks with his left arm and raised his right hand to gently press the red, heated skin around his eyes.
Hayden quickly lowered his gaze.
As if commanding him not to avoid him, Lucifer gently gripped his flushed cheek and slightly pulled Hayden’s head up.
His moist eyes cautiously took in Lucifer.
‘Is it because it’s been a while? I feel drowsy.’
Hayden’s mind became hazy as he breathed in and out regularly.
It was the effect of having his first experience so violently.
Although his soul had sex every day, the stimulation seemed too strong for the body of a Prince who only knew luxury and tyranny.
Moreover, the fatigue accumulated from working like a servant until now made him feel even more languid.
However, he wasn’t in a position to declare a strike immediately.
After this, he still had to prepare dinner for the Demon Lords, and for some, he had to perform bedside service—which literally meant tidying up their sleeping quarters.
But since it was also an undeniable fact that his body felt heavy, Hayden decided to employ a small trick just for today.
Lucifer languidly curved his lips at Hayden’s subtle display of clinging, as if seeking attention.
He wondered what the water droplet on his cheek was, and realized it was a tear droplet that had fallen from here.
Ripples were still visible in his pale violet eyes.
A low voice whispered.
“I wonder if you have any affection left to give me if you let it all flow out like this.”
Taken only at face value, the words were quite romantic.
Lucifer was arrogant, which perhaps made him more noble and dignified than anyone else.
Hayden lowered his eyes once more.
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