Asmodeus watched the night settle over the ruined outpost. The embers died out in the brazier outside the windows. He folded his wings, muscles still sore from rushing into battle and sharing his blood.
He closed his eyes and sat on the bed he first used when coming to this world... a little small, but the scent of Yumiko lingered.
Though aching and sore... his body burned for something else.
"Master~ I can smell it," Sariel purred in a low and wicked voice as she crawled across the sheets, her blue hair falling over her shoulder. Pressed her huge mounds against his arm while stroking his chest.
Riel slinked up on the other side, pink hair glowing faintly in the moonlight. She kissed his collarbone, forked tongue flicking against his markings. "Your scent's too strong, my Lord. You promised… tonight would be ours."
