Belial was still working in his private office on the third floor, poring over notes about Hypersexuality—Compulsive Sexual Behavior Disorder—and its treatments he got from the 'Mundi Biblioteca' or Library of the World with all knowledge from Earth.
Not that he truly needed to. His methods of therapy were never meant to heal, only to serve his own ends.
Still, knowledge had its uses; if he understood the roots of Lady Viessa's condition, he could tighten his control over her.
After all, if her urges grew too extreme, she might take drastic measures like forcing her husband, or worse, seeking another man.
"Hm…" he murmured to himself, eyes narrowing as the oil lamp flame flickered with the storm outside.
"If what Mr. Dalee said is true, that it's only because he was too good at pleasing her… then the symptoms would not have lasted three months. Something else is at work."
The bell tower tolled midnight, its loud chimes echoing through the storm as the streetlamps flickered out.
Belial rose. As the Prince of Hell, he rarely required sleep, but now in human-like flesh, rest was necessary to preserve his flawless face, the face he used to charm lonely wives.
Taking the lamp in hand, he opened his office door, greeted at once by a sharp knock.
"At this hour?" His brow furrowed. "Or perhaps just a branch in the wind…"
Rubbing his chin, he descended the stairs, the knocking louder now. The sound came from the back door.
He put the oil lamp on the kitchen counter and with one hand resting on the dagger hidden at his belt, he eased it open.
A woman stood there, cloaked in red with only an oil lamp accompanying her.
Before he could speak, she rushed forward and clung to him, her body pressed desperately against his.
"Mr. Belial! I can't hold it in anymore! Your fingers feel too good!" she whispered, sniffing his body shamelessly.
Belial's lips curled into a smirk.
"Oh, Lady Azalea. You've broken your promise already. You couldn't restrain yourself until the end of therapy… and now, I cannot give you the reward I promised."
He seized her shoulders and drew her back, leaning close enough that his whisper grazed her ear. Her body shivered under his voice.
"Next time, control yourself. Do that… and I will grant you one wish."
Of course, he could have taken her right then, she was already drowning in desire, corrupted beyond rescue.
But where was the pleasure in that? Her star was only one; better to let her writhe, to let the hunger sharpen.
Lady Azalea's painted lips quivered as her frown deepened.
"But when will that be? Two weeks? Next month?"
She clutched him tighter. "I can't wait that long, Mr. Belial! I can't!"
Then an idea struck him. Belial pinched her cheek between his fingers as though testing the softness of bread.
"Then, my lady, if you can satisfy me before the oil lamp burns out, I'll grant you what you desire right now."
Her eyes lit up. "Truly? How… how do I do that?"
Belial's lips curled into a wide grin. His thumb brushed slowly across her mouth, and when she parted her lips eagerly, he slid the digit inside.
"With your mouth, my lady."
***
Azalea knelt obediently, her long crimson hair trailing across the floor she once thought filthy. But for the ecstasy Belial promised her, she'd degrade herself without hesitation.
Belial lounged back in the dining chair. He set the oil lamp on the table, then pointed straight at her.
"Five minutes. If you can make me cum before that, you win."
The sound of his belt unbuckling filled the silence. He dragged down his zipper, pulling his cock free: thick, heavy, and only half-hard.
Azalea's breath hitched. Her cheeks burned red as she leaned closer, her lips parted in awe.
'So big… and it's not even awake yet.'
She gulped, her throat tightening at the thought of how monstrous it would be once fully hard.
Without waiting for a command, she lowered her head. She inhaled deeply smelling the strong musky scent, her body shivering as he could feel her pussy twitching.
Her tongue slipped out, slowly licking from the base to the swollen tip. The cock twitched to life under her touch, swelling taller until it loomed over her face like a tower.
"Good," Belial smirked, his eyes glinting in the dark.
"You're learning. I thought noble ladies were supposed to be pure."
Azalea shook her head quickly, her lips wet with spit. "We're taught lessons… to satisfy our husbands, Mr. Belial. I've never done this before, but I'll try my best."
"Try harder," he muttered, watching closely.
Her small hands wrapped around the thick base, stroking it as her tongue traced every ridge, every vein.
She licked his tip in slow circles, teased beneath his foreskin, and dragged her tongue down the length until it glistened with her saliva.
Belial groaned, tilting his head back slightly. Still, he criticizes her, "That won't be enough to make me cum in five minutes, my lady."
Her eyes flickered with panic, but sure what to do next. She opened her mouth wide and took him in, inch by inch.
Her throat stretched painfully around his girth, only managing half of him before she gagged and pulled back.
"Good… take it slow."
Her mouth clamped around him, warm and wet, her throat twitching every time she forced herself lower, making Belial hiss in pleasure.
'Ahh, virgin married lady, how cute.'
She bobbed her head steadily, tongue rolling against the thick shaft, saliva spilling down her chin.
The obscene wet sounds echoed in the room, and Belial's jaw clenched at the flood of pleasure.
'Ngghh~ Mr. Belial's cock twitched in my mouth!' she thought happily. 'His scent is so good, I want more, I want this cock thick in my pussy.'
Azalea pussy trembled again, this time was wet only from doing a blow job. Her face reddened, eyes watering as she fought to hold him, but the sight only excited him more.
That pretty face, smeared with drool, begging with her eyes to be used, he couldn't resist.
"Ahh… I've changed my mind," he growled suddenly, his voice full with lust. "It's enough if you just make me cum."
He gripped her hair in one fist and shoved himself deep into her throat.
"MMPPHH?!!"
Azalea gagged violently, tears spilling down her cheeks as his cock filled her airway.
Her nails dug into his thighs, but she didn't resist. She let him choke her, desperate to please.
"Fuck…" Belial snarled, teeth grinding as her throat spasmed around him.
Every gag was like a wave milking him closer to climax. Saliva streamed down her chin, dripping to the floor as she struggled to breathe.
"Hold on, Lady Azalea," he hissed, fucking deeper, his cock bulging her throat obscenely.
"Every difficulty will bring a greater reward. Endure it and I'll make sure you never forget what pleasure feels like."