The fire crackled in the corner, bringing a comforting warmth.
Asmodeus carried Ciela in his arms, her thin elven clothes slipping off, one at a time, revealing her beautiful golden-brown flesh. Her breasts shook gently as she sank into the mattress, her green eyes fluttering up at him.
"You look beautiful, Ciela."
"D-Don't make me embarrassed right now..."
Ciela covered her exposed chest with one arm while lifting herself, only to stop.
Asmodeus smiled at her cute reaction, his hands unfastening his belts and buttons, before tossing away his tunic, jacket and pants to the side.
"It's been a long time, right?"
Her mouth opened wide as she nodded, eyes still fixed on his half-erect, bouncing shaft.
Before she could react, he approached her, one hand on her right thigh, the other her right shoulder, then he flipped her. "Eh!?" She gasped with a cute sound, now face-first into the bedding, before his hands wrapped around her hips. "Asmodeus—!?"
