“Oh, Ms. Kim,” she whimpered, her asshole massaging my plunging dick. Such rapture shuddered through me. “Oh, this is awesome. You’re amazing....Ooh, yes, you’re my futa-boss. You can fuck me whenever I want.”“You’re just a slut for my futa-dick, aren’t you, Alp Luachra?” I hissed. “Just begging for my futa-cum to flood your asshole?”“I am!” she groaned. “You’re so big. You’re bigger than those futa-fairies who fly through the air thinking they’re better than me. Ooh, yes, I love your clit-dick,. Some minutes later Kain came with a bowl of cereal for each one of us."I admit that I got a bit...surprised by your answer.." he said eating."Why?" I asked."You have always been Thee Polite Boy, in fact I'd never expect you to do something wrong.." he said with a smile."Well...thanks...I guess..." I said eating."By the way...I invited Kai and Ben here...they might come around 1 PM" he calmly said."U-Uh!?" I said spitting a little of the milk in the bowl."Hey...why the surprise...know something. Perhaps not the only joy. There was the torturing of newly arrived souls to the Abyss, the battles of the Blood War, infrequent trips to the Material Plane to gather souls directly, being summoned by foolish wizards seeking more than they were prepared to surrender for the services of a demon (giving the summoned demon just cause to destroy them and claim their souls), making demons of lesser rank follow his orders and complete tasks appointed to him, being the sex toy for other she-demons who. Their friends had rented this mansion for their wedding. It was huge, with parlors and ballrooms, long hallways and galleries, all full of art. Jen paused and pretended to study a painting. She sensed that someone was approaching her. She was terrified that it might be Rick. What would she do if he hit on her? She hadn't seen Claire. Could she have gone home, maybe feeling ill?"Are you an art lover?" Jen heard from behind her. She turned, and saw one of the guys from Rick's table. She was a.