The moment the door closed with a dull, resounding click, Lumina's expression changed.
"Dear husband, this time..." Her stiff lips slowly curved upwards, while the tip of her tongue peeked from their plumpness as she guided him backwards towards the bed. "You will let your wife take proper care of you."
Before Asmodeus could even react, two of her hands firmly grasped the tip of his erect penis, their smooth surface like silk gently gliding along the swollen head, smearing more of his sticky translucent mess as it grew.
The other six moved before his knees even struck the mattress. Two slid around his waist and drew him firmly against the edge of the bed, another pair spread across his chest and shoulders, stroking over the hard lines of his body as though she meant to savour every inch, while the last two hooked beneath his thighs.
