Gretel could no longer move as she twitched and convulsed powerlessly.

The elegant oni who had entered his office with glossy lips, neat makeup and a wicked little smile now lay ruined across the cracked mahogany desk, her red skin flushed darker from hours of relentless pleasure.

The black-and-white uniform barely deserved to be called clothing anymore.

Her skirt was twisted around her waist, stockings uneven and torn in various places, one thigh tightly squeezed by the fabric while the other fully exposed, with bite marks and dark purple fingerprints scattered along her plump thighs.

Several buttons popped free, exposing her huge, heavy red tits, leaving their perky tips pointing to the ceiling fan.

’What a beautiful sight.’

Asmodeus stood behind her, breathing slowly to catch his breath as his heavy cock drooped to the side, still dribbling thick translucent threads of cum. His gaze drifted over the obscene scene that he had created.

Dried cum streaked her back, thighs and swollen ass in messy white trails. Fresher seed still glistened across her red skin, thick and wet beneath the lamp, clinging to the sensual curvature of her hips before sliding down in slow, sticky streaks.

Between her trembling thighs, her delightfully pink cunt continued to twitch while messily gaping slightly, leaking his last load in heavy ropes that pooled against the polished wood and soaked into Paul’s unfortunate paperwork.

The sight was so blissful that he couldn’t help but want more.

He reached out, squeezing her delicate thighs slightly before spreading them apart with a lewd squish.

Gretel’s lips trembled as she released a lovely, faint sound.

"Nn...."

Even that carried her exhaustion as his fingers slipped lower. He stroked along the swollen lips of her pussy with gentle flicks before scooping the remainder of his seed and pushing it back into the gaping hole.

Once clean, Asmodeus ran his fingers along a creamy streak on her hip, smearing it lightly over the flushed skin. Gretel shivered despite having no strength left to lift her head.

Gretel grimaced again as she groaned, with a low growl.

"You’re the one who wanted me to be rough... don’t blame me when you wake up." He mused, as her lips moved faintly as if tracing the desk.

"...Mm.... I did...."

"How does it feel? You look like countless men just destroyed you...."

A faint, satisfied smile touched her mouth.

She then slowly opened her eyes, lazily glancing up at him.

"I feel amazing..."

His cock throbbed, bouncing in the air as he smiled back. He could feel his chest pulse faster, a sudden desire blooming as he felt the temptation to ram it down her throat and unload another load of his seed to finish strongly.

’No, this should be enough for now...’

For a while, he only watched her.

The scene looked less like one man had taken her virginity as a lover and more like she had been thrown into the middle of a drunken orgy and used until morning. Yet it had only been the two of them. His body, his hands, his cock, his tongue, and Gretel’s stubborn attempt to keep up with him and her refusal to admit she had reached her limit until she finally collapsed beneath him.

Though he wanted more, there was also a slight reluctance, a voice deep inside that told him he’d enjoyed enough for the night.

’This rampant lust never ceases...’

After ascending to his current rank, he found his desires to be almost endless, a limitless desire to unleash his lust on the beautiful women around him.

To sully and dirty their pretty faces.

To glance down at them, with makeup smears, lips swollen and bodies soaked in his fluids.

Asmodeus leaned down and kissed the back of her neck.

But it was this moment of warmth, where the voice of reason returned, after his raging lust and the building heat within his loins diminished. He could return to his gentle and affectionate self without being dominated by the desire to devour them.

"My dear Gretel, you do ever so well tonight."

Gretel’s fingers twitched, but she made no further attempt to move, or maybe that was her limit. Asmodeus didn’t know, as it was their first time together.

"Mhm... praise me later.... when I can feel my damn body..."

Her nasal voice sent sharp jolts of electricity through his spine, tingling and triggering his sensitive nerves.

"You.... You’re a really dangerous woman." He muttered, slowly wiping the viscous seed from her sullied body.

A soft knock came from the window a moment later, shaking the frame.

"Hm?"

Asmdoeus paused what he was doing and glanced back, his body stiffening the moment he saw the figure slightly distorted by the fancy window panel.

A familiar woman floated beyond the balcony, silver hair flowing around her like the moon itself, her mysterious atmosphere something that’d always drawn him to her.

She leaned her head to the side, letting it flow like silk as ten long fox tails danced behind her, each one soft, elegant and faintly luminous.

Her ceremonial kimono floated around her body in layers of white and pale violet, as if impervious to the wind. She looked past him, then down at Gretel’s wrecked body, the ruined desk and the unmistakable evidence of what had happened inside the office.

Then shook her head.

Serena smiled a moment later, before pushing the large window open and stepping inside.

Asmodeus didn’t feel embarrassed or shocked; this was a normal occurrence for them, and instead he turned to face her with a smile.

"It’s good to see you, My Empress."

"My, oh my." His empress stepped inside as if arriving at a tea party rather than the scene of a sexual battlefield. "I rushed all the way here to Baltimore, worrying that you might be in trouble because of Himari... but now look at what I find?"

Gertel’s body shook atop the desk, though she tried to reach for something to cover herself, her limbs just dangled powerlessly.

"Ah, don’t be so scared, Gretel, our lovely little Gretel, it’s all okay."

Serena’s gaze softened when looking at the oni, a strangely cruel softness as she stepped towards Asmodeus and quickly seized his cock with both hands, her lips curling into a sneer as she smeared the excess fluids along his shaft.

"Asmodeus, Oh Asmodeus... What am I going to do with you?"

"Serena..." Asmodeus sighed.

She lifted one sleeve to hide her mouth, though the curve of her eyes betrayed her smirk.

"Congratulations, darling. You finally bedded the maid you have been staring at for years."

Gretel’s ears flushed deep crimson.

"I... Your Majesty..." 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

"Do not force yourself to speak." Serena stroked Asmodeus’s cock faster, her fingers slipping under his foreskin, gently caressing his glans as her tails swayed behind her. "You look as if a small army marched through you."

Asmodeus glanced at the ruined office.

"That was just me."

"Yes, darling. I can tell. Anyone who has shared a bed with you would know just how..." Her hand moved in sync with her haughty words, the lewd squelch of his cock echoing as she jerked faster and faster. "Just how, damned wonderful you are."

Though she praised him, he struggled to answer back or accept it as a searing pressure grew in his abdomen once more.

His cock throbbed in her delicate hands as she smirked at his face.

Her silver eyes moved over to Gretel, watching the maid firmly observe them as she jerked off her husband moments after he’d come inside her.

"Look closely, Gretel." Serena’s smile widened as her fingers twisted beneath his foreskin, using her thumb to stroke the swollen head with the mess left on his shaft. "This is the kind of man you have chosen to take into your body."

"S-Serena..."

Asmodeus tried to speak, but her grip tightened, dragging a wet squelch from his cock as she stroked from base to tip.

"No, darling. Listen."

Her tails swayed slowly behind her, beautiful and cruel, while her kimono sleeves slipped down just enough to reveal pale wrists moving with exquisite motions. She knew exactly how to destroy his rhythm, how to press her thumb beneath the glans and how to squeeze at the base until the heat in his abdomen became unbearable.

"I did not come only because of Himari or to see how you were doing. Oh my... are you going to cum? Fufu... It’s throbbing so painfully in my hand..."

Serena leaned closer, her silver eyes shining.

"I came to tell you that the fleet should be ready within a month, and in position in no more than two. Brando has recovered and asked if he could lead the fleet, a sort of redemption perhaps? Well... who am I to deny them?"

Asmodeus groaned as she stroked faster.

Wet sounds filled the office again.

Gretel watched with exhausted eyes, her ruined crevice still leaking onto the desk as Serena forced Asmodeus to reach another climax.

She snorted, her lips trembled as she moved faster. "When the fleet is ready," Serena whispered, "we attack Leviathan in the depths."

"Ah... darling, are you going to cum?" Her eyes narrowed before she squeezed.

Asmodeus came with a harsh breath, his cock pulsing violently in her hands. Thick white ropes splattered across her fingers, her sleeves and the polished floor beneath them.

Serena smiled as each spurt coated her skin, stroking him through every twitch until his seed dripped from her knuckles.

"Good boy," she stroked his cock several times, squeezing his glans as if to wring out every last drop into her palm. When a large pool of gooey, white semen filled her hand, she leaned closer and bit the tip of his ear, playfully.

The next moment, she raised that same hand to her lips and started lapping it up with slow, exaggerated movements.

Her tongue flicked across her palm, scooping the sticky mess, before chewing and swallowing it in several erotic gulps.

"Now then... shall we talk about serious business?"