Asmodeus leaned back against his chair and glanced up at Serena.
His empress stood before him with one hand still raised near her lips, silver eyes half closed as she slowly dragged her tongue between her fingers. Sticky white threads clung to her pale skin, stretching each time she pulled away, only for her to gather them with the tip of her tongue and swallow with a satisfied hum.
"Serena..."
"Mm? What's the matter, darling, is it not enough?"
He couldn't help but scoff, turning his face to the side, trying to maintain his composure.
"You look far too pleased with yourself."
"Fufufu! Of course, I am." She smiled, shamelessly licking another streak from her thumb. "I arrived worried about my husband and found him healthy, vigorous and enjoying himself with another woman. Why would I not be pleased?"
'Just how much did he pound the poor woman to make her pussy so swollen... Wow, it's still leaking!'
Serena chuckled at the sight of the room and Gretel's state.
