Mitarai's hips began to jerk erratically, his breathing growing ragged and harsh.
He wasn't the only one losing control. Both women, their own assholes being stretched and played with, were breathing in broken gasps, their perfect hips bouncing desperately against him.
Each time their bodies met, a fresh flood of their combined honey would spill from their soaked pussies, darkening the sheets beneath them with another sticky stain.
"I want to come with my daddy!" Rias cried out, her voice a mix of filial reverence and slutty need.
"Yes, Master," Venelana panted, her words hot against his neck. "Please, ejaculate at your favorite timing… Rias and I will come together for you…!"
In response, Mitarai quickened the brutal pace of his fingers within them, the wet, obscene sounds of their bodies filling the room. Eager to push him over, both devil women focused their attentions on the crown of his cock.
Their fingernails lightly scratched the hypersensitive flesh beneath the glans, a sting that only fed the inferno of his pleasure. His cock swelled impossibly harder at the base, a dam about to burst.
"I'm going to fill you both! Take it!" Mitarai growled, his voice thick with strain.
With a powerful, convulsive shudder, thick lines of magma-hot semen erupted from the tip of his twitching cock. The load was immense, a testament to his devil-enhanced stamina and constant deprivation—even daily release couldn't keep up.
It shot past the cloudy white stage, carrying streaks of potent yellow, and the thick, pungent, masculine scent of it instantly dominated the room, a primal announcement of his climax.
His hands, still gripping their asses, tightened fiercely as he poured into the air. Their bodies seized in tandem, a synchronized climax triggered by his release.
Their hips shot high off the bed, whole bodies—especially their taut, quivering buttocks—convulsing as a clear, viscous fluid, distinct from urine, gushed from their pussies to join the mess below.
The trio collapsed in a heap of spent limbs and shared ecstasy, their combined fluids soaking deep into the white sheets, leaving a sprawling, darkened map of their debauchery.
Their cries at the peak were similarly husky, a shared, instinctual sound that drove Mitarai to pump out every last drop. His cock pulsed and twitched pitifully, firing his offspring into the void, denied its true purpose, destined only to paint the skin and bedding.
Rias's and Venelana's hands and stomachs were glazed white. The semen was semi-solid, jelly-like and stubborn, clinging to skin and hair.
As if reading from the same depraved script, the mother and daughter brought their semen-slicked hands to their mouths without hesitation, licking them clean with obscene delight.
"I'm going to suck every last precious drop from you," Rias declared, her crimson eyes glazed with lust.
She then turned to her mother. "I'll take the head and urethra. You clean the pole, the root, and his precious balls."
"Yes, daughter," Venelana replied, the title laced with perverse acceptance.
Together, they buried their faces in his groin. Their beautiful, forked devil tongues, a vibrant red, slithered and lapped at his flesh. Their warm breaths tickled his pubic hair and oversensitive cock, but Mitarai endured it, transfixed by the magnificent, degrading view of the two high-born devils servicing him so lovingly and completely.
They scraped off the clinging spend from his thick shaft, sucked intently on the swollen head, and slurped directly from his slit to claim what remained inside.
"It's all in my stomach," Rias murmured finally, sitting up with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes drifted down.
"Master… you're still so hard. Let's go for a second round just like this."
Mitarai's cock indeed stood proud and ready, as if the first explosive release had been a mere warm-up.
"I can't believe even the two of us together can't satisfy you," Venelana purred, a hint of awe in her voice as she pressed her magnificent breasts against her daughter's.
The soft, heavy orbs collided and deformed against each other.
Their bodies aligned further, crotch to crotch. Rias's dripping slit ground against Venelana's mound above it, her love juices slicking her mother's skin.
"How… how does it feel, Master?" Rias breathed.
"How are our pussies? Mother's is so erotic… twitching and clenching like it's begging, even after coming once. She's already so wet again."
Mitarai's palms glided over their skin, from their hips to the soft curves of their bellies. The touch near Venelana's lower stomach ignited a sweet, possessive fire in his gut.
Her belly was still flat, showing no outward sign, but he knew without doubt it carried his child. Devil biology allowed for a more controlled, resilient pregnancy, a necessary adaptation for their endangered race. The life within her, whether son or daughter, was his. The thought alone was a potent aphrodisiac.
'She'll be a beautiful daughter,' Venelana thought, her mind hazy with pleasure and devotion. With his strong appetite…
'She could serve him too, if he wished.' Incest carried little taboo among devils; it was practicality, a strengthening of bloodlines. Her thoughts had grown wonderfully pink and wanton since surrendering to him.
The proper, supportive wife was gone, reawakened as a female devil ruled by instinct and desire. To feel good with him, to serve him—that was her core purpose now.
He guided himself between them, the broad head of his cock rubbing against both swollen clits at once, drawing twin, sharp cries. The distinct, pointed nub of Venelana's clit provided a different, exquisite friction against his sensitive underside.
'A woman's body is truly a masterpiece for pleasure,' he mused. Even the forbidden, tight heat of their assholes offered a different, gripping ecstasy from their sopping cunts.
Their combined fluids—love juice, pre-cum, and leftover spend—created a slick, slimy friction as their hips found a frantic rhythm.
Their pristine, white skin was stained, marked by their union, a visual testament to their immorality that sent a jolt of dark pride through him.
"Does it feel good, Master? Being sandwiched by our pussies?" Venelana moaned.
"Too good," Mitarai grunted, his control fraying.
"I'm… losing it. If you keep moving like that, I'll erupt again soon."
"Hehe, then let it out," Rias coaxed, grinding down harder.
"We don't mind if our lord ejaculates quickly. What matters is the stamina to do it over and over."
"When you put it like that…! Then take it all again!"
SQUELCH—SCHLICK—SCHLICK!
Despite the short respite, another torrent of semen, just as voluminous as the first, erupted from him. It shot in thick ropes, painting their intertwined pussies, their bellies, and the valley between their breasts.
The white, murky fluid soiled their perfect forms, its potent, masculine scent once again flooding their senses. The force of this second climax robbed his legs of strength, and he collapsed forward, sinking into the soft, welcoming cushion of their bodies.
"Mmm… Daddy," Rias cooed, running a hand through his hair.
"Did it feel so good it stole your strength? You made such a deliciously melted face."
"It was a magnificent release," Venelana whispered blissfully, nuzzling his neck.
"So forceful… so squishy and full."
Despite their lower halves being a glazed, sticky mess, the trio lay tangled, prioritizing the slow return of their breath.
"While we're in the Underworld," Rias murmured contentedly, "we can be like this as much as we want. After all, Daddy is bound to Mother now."
"That's right," Venelana said, a note of triumphant finality in her voice.
"Mitarai can never truly be rid of his wife."
The unspoken truth hung in the air, as binding as any spell. On the night Venelana had been impregnated, she had proposed a contract. Her terms: herself, as his eternal, common-law wife.
His reciprocal price: himself, as her husband. It was a mutually beneficial, deeply cynical contract that served desire under the guise of devilish formality. But for devils, contracts were more binding than love, more enduring than life itself. They could sustain an existence beyond a natural lifespan.
To break such a bond was not merely emotional—it was existential. If Mitarai were to reject or harm Rias, the contract with Venelana could destabilize, jeopardizing her very existence.
She had played the game perfectly, surrendering with her female instincts while securing him with a devil's cunning.
She had known, with absolute certainty, that letting this man—this source of ultimate pleasure and completion—slip away would mean an eternity of emptiness. And so, she had bound him to her, forever.
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