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The girls are all assembled in the living room, silence dominating the crowd. Minutes come and go without so much as a peep, and your curiosity cannot help but rise.

“Fuck sake, just make your announcement already!” Zdrada yells. Notably, Modeus and Cerberus echo her sentiment, if not the language.

You look around the room, and only now realize how every pair of eyes rests on you. More importantly, Lucifer stands out via her absence. “Uh, why is everyone looking at me?” you ask innocently enough.

“Well, it is October 31st,” Azazel points out, tapping her notepad with her pen.

“So?”

“So?!” Zdrada echoes, albeit louder. “Make your stupid No Nut promise and let us get on with our day.”

Oh, right. That is what you usually do. Honestly, you're about done with that game. Partly because you're two one up on victories. Not that you'll tell anyone else that. “I wasn't going to partake this year,” you respond honestly, a series of confused mumbles filling the air.

“Wait,” Pandemonica begins, finger on her chin. “You didn't assemble us?”

You're unable to shake your head as Lucifer cackles. She enters the room with a proud strut, Beelzebub the only one letting out a groan. To her credit, she is dressed a little more special than usual. Her normal jacket and trousers replaced with over the top glittery version. No doubt to irritate Beel' a little, it shines a deep crimson.

“Surprised?” Lucifer asks, tail swishing devilishly as she flashes her teeth. You can't help but let your eyes wander southward, looking at the bump in her belly.

Generic lightly applauds as she stands up. “Very good, Lucifer.” She can't help but raise a brow. “Will you tell us what this is about?”

“But of course,” Lucifer responds with a wink, opening her arms out wide. “Our darling husband is taking a break from his annual tradition this year. So, I thought it would be fun if we took part instead!”

Her pause is no doubt in anticipation for applause. One she never gets.

“Fuck that!” Zdrada roars, earning a snide chuckle from Pandemonica.

“Love you Lu', but that's a no-go,” Justice adds, shaking her head.

“That's lame!” “I'm not doing it!” “We refuse.” Cerberus chimes in, each shaking their head as one.

Lucifer is clearly at a loss, not expecting such a refusal. Although if she consulted anyone, she'd probably have seen this coming. Still, you're interested to see if any of the girls can succeed. So, you throw her an assist.

Walking across the room, you stand beside Lucifer. Folding your arms across your chest, you do your utmost in keeping a neutral expression. “Yeah, that makes sense,” you begin, everyone looking at you once more. “We all know not one of you can last a month without 'nutting', so to speak.”

How the room can turn.

Zdrada snorts as she shakes her head. “Too fuckin' easy!”

Generic is a little more reserved. “I can certainly prove that false.”

Judgment looks at Malina, only speaking when she receives a nod. “Yeah, alright. We're in.”

The rest of the girls agree one by one, ranging from cocky to defiant. Modeus is the meekest with her response, and you wrap an arm over Lucifer's shoulders, pulling her close.

Placing your lips against her ear, you whisper, “Let the game begin.”

Her response is simply a hum and a smile.

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Something heavy rests upon your stomach, and you are slow opening your eyes. The room is still dark, but there's no mistaking the silhouette of a demon on top of you. Well now, this feels awfully familiar.

“Modeus?” you ask, eyes just about adjusting to the lack of light.

“I'm not playing,” she practically whispers, hands on your shoulders. The way she lowers herself to rest atop of you causes a shudder, never mind her crotch pressing against your own. “That's allowed, okay?”

You bite back the weary sigh that's brewing, wrapping your arms around her. “Of course it's allowed.”

The bed bounces as she bolts upright, your gentle embrace all for naught. Still, your hands rush to find purchase on her hips, holding her firm as she straddles you. There are no words, as if you need them, as she guides your tip to that precious spot between her legs. Her heat practically beckons you inside, and a slight lift later, she engulfs you.

A whine of approval escapes her as she accepts you, slowly lowering her self down your length. Inch by inch, her walls yield, only to clamp around you tight. It's as if she doesn't want you to run away, even as she takes the final inch.

“Lucifer's so mean,” she muses, tail wagging a mile a minute.

“No, she's not,” you correct, hands lightly massaging her as you enjoy being inside her. “She's not forcing any of this, after all.”

A pout quickly forms, the rapidly spinning hearts around her head slowing as she glares. “Not like you, leaving us to ourselves for two whole months.”

For a moment, you fear she may manifest some weapon to lash out at you. Something entirely unwarranted, as her hands rest on your stomach. There's no time to brace before she moves herself, riding your cock nice and slow.

Your eyes stay locked with her own, hands helping to keep her steady. Moans slips from you first as she bounces on your cock, breasts springing with the motion. Up and down she goes, breathing growing more ragged by the second. No doubt, your own is amping up, pleasure swelling within you.

“N-not fair. A-always beating me,” she half-whispers, coming to a sudden stop as she takes you entirety.

Buried in her depths, you sigh in bliss as you feel her tighten around you. A few seconds pass before she grinds against you, just in time for her wild spasms. Tight then loose, she endures her climax with about as much grace as usual. With wild moans and begging for more. Even her tail loops around, tickling your balls, as if that will push you over the edge.

Modeus is far from a selfish lover, already beginning her slow loving pace anew. Her face contorts as she takes you again and again, moaning and panting as she seeks nothing but your pleasure. Fortunately, there's nothing you love more than having her try.

It can't be longer than a minute when your dam begins crumbling, a hurried warning all you can manage before it breaks entirely! Modeus slams down with all her might, closing her eyes as she silently waits for what she desperately needs.

A moment later, and nothing short of pure bliss flows through your veins. Waves of ecstasy crash over you as you pump her full of cum. Load after powerful load flood her depths, needy half-thrusts all you can manage as you try that much harder to fill her to the brim. Seconds feel like days as your cock pulses away, a mixture of your juices soon too much for her to contain.

Everything is over far too soon, the final weak spurts filling her. You're ready for her to pull herself off and make some lewd comments, only for her to flop down. She's careful not to spear you on her horns, nuzzling against your chest. You can't help but allow your hands to travel, letting them rest on her curvy behind. After a cheeky squeeze, of course. Not that she minds.

The night is blissfully silent as you cuddle her, eyes growing heavier by the minute. There is, of course, something for her to say before sleep fully claims you.

“So, um, we're allowed to keep fucking during the month, right?” Her tone is ever so innocent, and you offer her a brief, teasing spank. Much to her delight.

“Yes, Modeus. We can keep doing this all month.”

There are no more words. Just an affectionate peck on the chin and a night of snuggles.

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Never let it be said that you do things in half measures. As such, you stand in your kitchen proudly, nothing but an apron covering your shame. Well, mostly. If you move a little too fast or at a weird angle, everything just flops around for anyone to see. Safe? Not the most, but this is your kitchen, dammit!

It does not take long for your efforts to pay off, the early risers of the house filtering into the kitchen as you plate up the first of many pancakes.

“How charming!” Beelzebub announces, quick to take a seat at the table. “A show with breakfast.”

“Is that all you have to say?” you ask with a chuckle, ferrying a loaded plate to her.

“I could quip about having sausage with my pancakes, but you're sadly off the menu.” Do her eyes glow, or is that your imagination? “For the moment.”

“Can't tempt you with even a touch?” There's no subtlety to the thrust of your hips, letting yourself flop harmlessly.

“Not today, dear. Now, allow me some peace while I eat?”

Breakfast is the closest thing to sacred in this whacky home of yours, so you oblige. You can definitely feel her gaze on your buttocks as you approach the cooker, busying yourself with the usual fare.

It's not long before you hear an appreciative whistle, Generic making herself known. Usually, she's more subtle when it comes to appreciating you, but it seems the occasion has emboldened her. There's a lack of banter as you provide her with pancakes, only for her to pinch your buttocks as you retreat. A mock glare only earns a wink, as she promptly ignores you in favour of breakfast.

More of your girls turn up, grabbing pancakes and promptly leaving. Azazel does so with red cheeks, while Malina avoids conversation by holding her vodka to her lips.

Zdrada refuses to even enter the kitchen. “Fuck this!” she yells, stomping off without pause.

Well, it was fun for today, but perhaps the rest of the month you should wear clothes when you cook. Modeus is already getting ideas of covering your loins in batter...

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It's oddly freeing walking about the house in the nude. Sure, you're doing it with malicious intent, but that's not really the point. Despite your best efforts, one Demon is almost entirely unaffected. Pandemonica.

She sits behind her desk not so much as looking up as you place her morning coffee down. Hints of a smile form as the scent hits her, and she grabs the mug. Finally, she looks your way, not saying a word as she brings the precious drink to her lips. Pulling her head back, she takes three deep swigs before planting it safely back down.

“Acceptable,” she notes, even as her horns grow larger. A sadistic grin appears in full force, her crimson eyes locking with your own. “I must thank you.”

“No problem. Coffee's always been a part of the-”

“Not that,” she cuts you off. “Your little game for this month. It's allowed me to play my own with our resident bitch.”

“Zdrada?”

She nods. “I've been tempted by the idea of chastity play before, but now there's no excuse.” As she speaks, a hand dips under her blouse as she pulls free a necklace you failed to spot before. A little dangle, and the small, silver key on the end shakes. “I've been enjoying teasing her.”

On that front, you have no doubt. Still, you feel the need to make sure she doesn't go too far. “Just don't make her lose if she doesn't want to, okay?”

Pandemonica makes a sound similar to a dismissive snort. “Of course not. That would defeat the spirit of things.” After a shake of the head, she gestures for you to leave with a flick of her wrist. “Run along now, before I find a matching cage for you.”

You don't fancy being locked up when the roles are meant to be reversed, so beat a hasty retreat. Looks like things are entirely in Zdrada and Pandemonica's hands as far as the pair losing are concerned...

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The end of another long day tempting the girls, with no one taking the bait. You're far from worried, there's still plenty of time to make them lose. Hell, you won't even rub it in any of their faces, you know exactly how hard it is. For now, you're content to slip into bed and try again tomorrow.

Your eyes are practically shut as you reach your bed, shedding your underwear to enjoy a little nudity as you sleep. Content, you throw back the covers. Only to be greeted by a smiling Azazel. She wears silky, white pyjamas, leaving everything to the imagination, an outfit you don't recall seeing before. Most amusingly of all, is how her eyes are glued to your crotch, as well as the crimson painting her cheeks.

“You're naked,” she notes, failing to tear her gaze away.

“I am,” you agree. “Can I get in?”

Slowly, she nods, a smile etched across her lips as she looks up at the ceiling. “It's your bed.”

“It is,” you agree, slipping into it. “Not that I mind, but why are you in it?”

“I-I didn't want to sleep alone.”

“Despite the month's challenge?”

Any sense of innocent lust vanishes as she huffs. “I held myself back for years. I can manage a month.”

Despite the indigence, she squeaks as you wrap her up in your arms. Hands rest on her lower back as you pull her close, and you choose to ignore how she takes a deep breath against your neck.

“Good,” you begin, encouraging her closer with an inviting squeeze. “I quite enjoy cuddling my adorable Angel wife at night.”

She stiffens at your words, squirming ever so slightly. “N-no fondling below my waist.”

A sleepy chuckle escapes you, keeping your hands firmly on her back and above the designated limit. “What about your chest?” you ask lazily.

“N-not without express permission.” Her conviction is decidedly less firm as she presses her breasts against you. Almost as if putting a full-stop on the point.

“Yes, ma'am.”

Just like that, she melts against you. The pair of you share strictly platonic cuddles as you fall into peaceful slumber.

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A few of the girls sit patiently as they're served breakfast. Usually, they would peel off. Not today. They linger for the show, that is, you're once more in nothing but an apron, as you pour your signature chocolate sauce on their piles of pancakes.

“Thanks,” Malina mutters, not hiding the face she makes as she eyes the bulge beneath your apron.

“You know,” Judgement begins, spearing a chunk of pancake with her fork. “I think you should always cook like this.”

“Really?” you ask, a teasing edge to the word.

“That is a wonderful idea,” Beelzebub agrees, finally removing her gloves as she's ready to eat.

If only that was the only show you had prepared, spying your ally. Modeus' head pokes in from the door, a smirk on her lips as her hearts spin like fighter jets around her head. Task understood, she practically skips as she enters the room. She gets the odd glance from the assembled girls, including a roll of the eyes as she places a sweet, innocent peck on your cheek.

“Ready?” she whispers, and you answer with action.

“Fuck,” Malina growls, as you whip off your apron.

It falls harmlessly to the floor, your erect cock standing tall for all to see. True enough, the others gawk without hesitation, even Judgement pausing her meal. Modeus is more than happy to block their view, dropping to her knees in front of you. Her happy, crimson eyes lock with your own, begging for the go ahead.

“Dig in,” you announce, and she parts her lips.

A loud gulp fills the room as she takes your cock, sloppy slurps following as she goes straight for the kill. Her tongue massages every inch of you, your tip poking the back of her throat. There's no such thing as gagging with Modeus' skill, her nose pressing against your flesh as your balls rest on her chin. For a moment, you half expect her to open wider and take them in as well.

Back and forth she goes, constant, sloppy gurgles making a perfect soundtrack for the room. You moan with approval as you let her get on with it, enjoying every second as you observe the girls.

Somehow, Judgement gets back to eating as if nothing is out of the ordinary. Malina can't focus, squirming in place as she watches Modeus' efforts. Beelzebub is the most effected, hand resting on the bump of her stomach as a bead of nervous sweat forms on her brow. Your eyes lock, and her will crumbles.

Spreading her legs, her hand travels lower, reaching the hem of her trousers. You grin as they slip below, travelling farther still. The only pause is to slip beneath her panties, the distinct motion of fingers teasing her folds apparent for any to see.

“That's it, take care of yourself,” you praise, looking down at Modeus. “You're doing great.”

A muffled response is all you get, massaging you perfectly. You swiftly lose yourself in the pleasure of it all. The sight of your cock vanishing between Modeus' lips and the tightness of her throat massaging you is one thing. It's another to watch Beelzebub faintly mimic her head bobs, fingers definitely thrusting in and out of her.

Everything becomes a blur of pleasure, a final moan filling the air as your legs stiffen. Modeus latches onto you as if her life depends on it, choking on your cock as your body is struck with pleasure. Waves of pure bliss crash into you again and again, cock pulsing as you pump cum straight into Modeus' wanting stomach.

A high-pitched whine of delight fills the air, Beelzebub's will crumbling as her thighs twitch. The pair of you share climaxes as the others look on, your cock aching as Modeus' continues sucking long after you're drained. Left at her mercy, it feels like minutes before she pulls herself off with a sloppy pop.

“G-good job, Modeus,” you stammer, reaching down to ruffle her hair, much to her delight.

“I can go again,” she sings, and you ache just thinking of it.

“Later, okay?”

She pouts, but does not argue, everyone's attention fixing on Beelzebub. Well, except Judgement. She's finished her pancakes, and looks ready to leave. Malina cracks a smirk as Beelzebub withdraws her hand, obvious stickiness coating it. A glance farther down reveals a dark stain on her crimson trousers, right around her crotch.

“That was a foul tactic,” she notes, not hesitating to lick her fingers clean.

“No worse than what I endured my first year,” you point out, watching her shoulders sag.

“True enough.”

“Look on the bright side!” Modeus adds, head resting happily against your leg as she licks her lips. “Now you can help us.”

A devilish smirk appears, truly befitting a Demon of her stature. It would be frightening, if it didn't turn you on. “Oh, this month will be much more fun on your side.”

While nothing is official, it certainly feels as if you've signed some dark pact...

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Sometimes, a little subtlety is called for. Today is one of those times.

Sitting peacefully on the sofa, all by herself is Generic. She smiles with content as she turns the pages of her book, a nice little novel that fits easily in her hands. Tempted as you are to watch her amusement, it's time to get sneaky.

You make not a sound as you approach the sofa, walking ever so casually. Of course, you're still you, earning a glance over the pages as you take a seat beside her. Not a word is spoken as you shuffle close, relishing her warmth as you lift your arm. In a single, easy motion, you wrap your arm around her and pull yourself all the closer.

“I love you,” Generic says, sounding as earnest ever. “But if you jostle my book, there will be consequences.”

Is that even a threat? She says it so calmly. Still, you'll not take any chances. “I'll settle for this,” you respond, letting your head rest on her shoulder as she sighs.

“Honestly, you're like a giant puppy at times.”

What can you say to that? “Woof.”

Her chuckle is more than worth it.

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Justice's work-out gear clings tight to her body, leaving nothing to the imagination. Sweat drenches her from head to toe, cheeks a little red from the no doubt intense, workout. What you wouldn't give to help her relax with a little lick here, perhaps more. Hell, that's basically the goal of your plan!

“All done?” you ask, Justice's dull, grey eyes fixing on you.

“Sure am,” she answers, cracking a smile. “Gotta get them in before junior starts hampering me.” In case things weren't clear, she lovingly pats her well-toned stomach. So hard and firm, lustful thoughts rule with ease.

“Fancy a massage?” you ask, failing miserably at keeping lust from your tone.

Justice chuckles. “Nah, I'll pass, big guy.” With a single finger, she points between your legs. “My guess is, he'll get in the way.”

“Maybe he will, that's part of the fun.”

“Wow, your temptation skills are weak.” As if to prove her point, she cracks her knuckles, before reaching her hands up high in the air. She stretches each muscle as if it is one, her body tensing and tightening in such a way it shows every inch of her. You're damn-near ready to feint by the time she returns to normal, aiming finger guns your way. “Try again next time. I'm hitting the shower.”

You so desperately want to follow her, but know it is folly. Damn, you thought Justice would be one of the easier girls to tempt, too.

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It's almost unbearable to watch Zdrada stomp her foot up and down as she leans against the wall outside Pandemonica's room. She can't seem to make up her mind where to stare, going from floor to wall and back again. Hell, she doesn't even see you when you approach.

“Here,” you offer, a full pack of cigarettes in your hand.

Snapped from her little bubble, she looks at the offered vice, only to scoff. “I'm not going outside.”

“I'm going to make you a deal,” you begin, still holding the small box for her. “Until your challenge is over, I'll let you smoke in the house.”

“You serious?”

A gentle smile is the least you can offer. Along with a nod.

She practically snatches the box from you, tucking them in her breast pocket. Her free hand goes looking for her lighter, and you bite back a chuckle as you leave her to it.

Well, almost.

A hand catches your arm, stopping you in your tracks. Turning back around, she sighs.

“Could I get a kiss, too?” she asks, gaze true as she stares into your eyes.

“Sure-”

Anything else you might say is promptly silenced, her lips pressing against your own. Her arms slip so easily around your waist, the force of her actions steering you towards the wall. As if you mind, letting her take charge as her smoky scent invades your nostrils. That's to say nothing of the harsh taste of her tongue, filling your mouth with ease.

It's easy to forget just how long it is, poking your throat before you can so much as think of resisting. Not that you will, long since learning to go with the flow. Again and again, she pumps her tongue back and forth, as if claiming your mouth as hers. Still, it can't be much more than a minute when she pulls away.

Her cheeks are a slight pink, rapid panting filling the air as she catches her breath. Neither of you bothers cleaning the strand of saliva that connects you, happy enough to let it fall on its own.

“Fuck, that was nice,” she manages, turning away. “Thanks for the cigs.”

Just like that, she leaves you to your own devices. Hopefully, she's off to her room to smoke. Not that you can fault her wherever she goes...

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Judgement spars with Justice in the back garden, leaving Malina all on her own. Taking your chance, you head towards her room. A quick peek and she's doing what she usually does. Sitting far too close to the screen, playing a game with her mouse and keyboard one-handed, while drinking vodka with the other.

Slowly, you let yourself in, earning little more than a sideways glance. “Hey, need a player two?” you ask, earning a sigh.

It doesn't escape your notice how she pauses the game, even setting aside her drink. Her attention is undeniably on you. “Look, if we hang out, we're gonna fuck.”

“That's not-”

“Eventually. It's not a problem, just, you know.”

“I didn't think you cared about the whole challenge thing?”

“I don't,” she admits, reclining in her chair. You're certain she knows what she's doing, as she not so subtly spreads her legs. “But I'm at least beating Zdrada. So, if you want to fuck me, you go fuck her first.”

Easier said than done, but she almost definitely doesn't care. “Fair enough,” you concede, already backing up to the door. It's only once you're practically outside, you stop. “I can always play with you from my room, you know? Play some games, not risk of getting handsy.”

The hints of a smile are as adorable as ever, even if you do see it more often these days. She raises her glass of vodka high in the air. “Alright, go boot up Civ.”

It won't be long until you're cuddling, spooning and outright fucking her again. For now, you'll settle for vanquishing her armies...

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“Come on, Lucy. How long has it been since you've had me on my knees?” Beelzebub asks, face inches from Lucifer's own. She has her practically pinned against the wall, baby bumps rubbing against one another. It's about the only thing stopping sensual crotch rubbing, a fact they're no doubt aware of.

Lucifer scoffs. “Never without ulterior motives, my Crimson Harlot.”

Beelzebub shivers. “Already with the dirty talk.” Her hand rests on Lucifer's thigh, without so much as a flicker of movement from the current Queen. “Let's skip straight to the part where I feast on your-”

“E-enough, Beel'!” Lucifer snaps, finally mustering the strength to pull out of her grasp. Despite such a forceful motion, she is careful as she steers Beelzebub out of her way, perfectly aware of their shared condition. With an almost fury to her step, she marches away, pausing only as her shoulder brushes against your own. “So help me, keep her lust in check,” she mutters, resuming her escape.

Well, you can't rightly blame her, looking at Beel' with a half-smile. “Horny?”

Beelzebub simply rolls her eyes. “I just wanted to be the one to defeat Lucy, dear.”

“So, not even slightly in the mood?”

An amused buzz fills the air as she shakes her head. “How about we share my bed for a spell? A massage might just get me there.” She lets her suggestion sit in the air, and you happily close the distance.

Nothing can stop you from wrapping your arm around her waist, relishing how her head rests on your shoulder. Nice and slow, you head to her room, delightfully musing as to how the night may end...

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You enter the living room, freezing as you spy an odd sight within. Kneeling at the centre of the room are Azazel, Justice, Generic and Beelzebub. They're all wearing their regular clothes, which just makes things seem weirder given the bottle resting between them.

Alright, you'll bite.

“Uh, what's going on?” you ask, Azazel perking up.

“Spin the bottle!” the curious Angel answers, everyone else nodding in agreement.

“Actually,” Beelzebub begins with an excited buzz. “The rules are a little different-”

“Yeah, loser has to let you cum in their mouth,” Justice takes over, much to Beelzebub's annoyance. What's more, she lets her mouth hang open, miming stroking a cock in front of it.

“Okay. Not that I want to waste the opportunity, but what are you getting out of this?” you ask, their cheeks turning pink or red. Well, except Beelzebub.

“I've been tasked with eliminating others, remember?” she reminds you, fluttering her eyelashes your way.

Generic catches your attention with a dainty chuckle. “It really is a wonderful suggestion. Some of us are a tad too proud to ask to lose, but a game of chance? So perfectly devilish.”

“So, ready to play?”

A deep breath is needed to still your rising lust, nodding after a moment. “Let's do this.”

Azazel raises her hand into the air, stretching her fingers. Then, she brings it down, grabbing hold of the empty bottle between them. She gives it a mighty spin, the clanks of the glass only slightly off-putting. Everyone assembled watches intently, the moving bottle slowing and slowing. Until, it comes to a sudden stop.

Looking up, your heart pounds as your eyes meet with Generic's. There is no wasted movement as she plants her hands on the floor. Like nothing more than a beast in heat, she crawls towards you. Each girl present stares on, except Justice, who reclines in place.

Generic reaches you soon enough, tugging at your trousers. Getting them loose is easy enough, and she gladly fishes your cock free from your underwear. It's difficult not to notice how her dominant hand holds you firm, the other sneaking its way beneath her belt.

A gasp slips from you as her tongue reaches your tip, oh so delicately swirling around. Wet and sloppy, she waits until you're slick with pre before parting her lips. With a gulp, she takes you.

“Good girl,” you praise, reaching down and stroking her hair.

She does not complain, descending your length even quicker. Your hand moves easily with her intense bobbing, nose burying into your crotch before quickly pulling away. The tight confines of her throat are ever a delight, and you both lose yourself in pleasure.

Seconds tick by as you moan and hum, not caring how much you show off for the others. Generic's tail wags as fast as her hand moves against her crotch, timing each movement with the bobbing of her head.

“Gen',” you manage through a moan, and she goes in for the kill.

Her chin rests against your balls as she takes you for a final time. The very tip of your cock locked in the tight confines of her throat. A heavy grunt escapes you as any hint of resistance crumbles. Your knees feel weak as the first mighty blast fires from you. Eagerly, she swallows each load after potent load. A hazy mist fills your mind as you relish each spurt, Generic not stopping until you're well and truly drained.

With a sloppy pop, she pulls off your cock, hand slipping out of her underwear. It is obviously sticky with her own amusement, and you share a knowing look.

“I gracefully accept defeat,” she states in a sing-song tone, humming as she gives your spent cock a teasing pump.

“In for a penny,” you begin, encouraging her to release you. “My room for round two?”

Joking boos come from Beelzebub and Justice, while Azazel seems to shrink. They may want another show, but you'd rather be a little more intimate if you're celebrating another girl down...

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Cerberus eagerly rests her head against your hand, practically nuzzling you as you tickle that sensitive spot behind her ear. Never mind her two other bodies watching on with seething jealousy.

“Want to kick this up a step?” you ask idly, your motions only growing stronger.

“No,” she practically purrs.

“Can't lose!” another adds.

“We know this is a trick,” the final one spits, and you roll your eyes.

“Usually you're eager, that's all,” you respond innocently. Alright, you know you're tempting them on purpose, but still.

“Scritches. One at a time. No negotiations.”

You never expected Cerberus to have quite a firm will. Then again, perhaps there is a competitive streak within her you've never noticed before? Either way, you won't attempt cracking her again today.

“Fine, fine. Who's next?” you ask, only for the Cerberus already being doted on to growl.

It seems going one at a time causes other issues...

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“Sitting alone and fully clothed? It's like you don't want to win,” Beelzebub notes with an amused buzz, placing herself between you and the television.

“Everyone deserves a day off,” you point out, a teasing edge to your tone. “Besides, I'm pretty confident.”

“How does the saying go?” she muses, so very easily sliding into your lap. Not that you mind, wrapping your arms around her waist as she rubs your crotch with her rear. Something that stops the moment she is comfortable. “Pride comes before the fall?”

“Rings a bell,” you admit, not caring all too much. It's not as if anything real is at stake. Hell, it's mostly just fun to tempt the girls for a change. Speaking of, you can't help but plant a quick peck against Beelzebub's neck, earning hints of a shiver.

“I'm not the one who needs tempting,” she reminds you, tail possessively stroking your arm.

“Getting hot and steamy?” Zdrada asks with a cackle, forcing both of you to look her way. She stands in the doorway, an unlit cigarette waiting to be smoked.

“Perhaps,” Beelzebub answers. “Wish to join us, sweet bitch?”

“Can't.”

“Oh? Whyever not? He's already hard, you know.”

That's true enough, entirely thanks to her, too.

You swear, Zdrada growls. “Fuckin' lock.”

“Lock?”

“Pan' put one on me. She has the key.”

There's a moment of silence as Beelzebub hums in thought. “Well, you can still use your mouth, no?”

“Great idea,” Zdrada says, sarcasm dripping from each word. “Get him off while getting all hot and bothered. That's not torture.”

“Forgive me. Given your relationship with the tired one and your love of my tentacles, I took you for a masochist.”

“Yeah, when I can get off.”

Just like that, Beelzebub focuses on you once more, shoulders drooping. “Apologies, dear. It appears that's a no on getting you sucked.”

“Can always do it yourself, you old h-”

The room feels ever so slightly colder. Never mind Beelzebub's tail growing rigid as she looks at Zdrada. An impressive feat, given the angle.

“You're frustrated, so I'm certain you're not about to finish that.” It's odd how such a sickeningly sweet tone can sound menacing. Evidently, Zdrada agrees.

“Uh, yeah. My bad.” You can't blame her for leaving in a hurry, if her footsteps are anything to go be.

“Ah, sorry, dear. The mood's left me.”

“Sure,” you respond easily, grip on her loosening ever so slightly. “Want to snuggle and watch a film?”

Slowly, she slides off your lap, taking the seat beside you. No, a little more than that. She takes up the remainder of the couch, lounging easily as she rests her feet on your lap. Her tail still just about tickles your shoulder, a gentle smile on her lips.

“You know, that sounds wonderful.”

It doesn't take long to coax Beelzebub into cuddling again, all the while a down on his luck bouncer goes around culling the criminal underworld. Not your first choice, but Beelzebub certainly enjoys it!

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“You're sure about this?” you ask for the third time, smoothing out the last few wrinkles from your outfit.

“Absolutely,” Generic says with a nod, not remotely put off by the repetition. “She's going to melt the moment she sees you in this suit.”

Honestly? It makes sense. The Archangels certainly acted a little funny around you when you first wore it. Even Micah. If anything, you think you should wear it more often. After all, it feels like a year since you even looked at it.

The full-body mirror does wonders, the brilliant whites and dazzling golds as marvellous as when you first were gifted the outfit. Standing at attention, you look the very model of an Angel. Well, sans halo, of course. One quick rotation of each shoulder and you're happy enough to pay your little Angel a visit.

“Best of luck, darling!” Generic cheers as you leave her company.

The halls are quiet as you make your way to Azazel's room. A good thing, too. While you're sure Lucifer or Judgement might get a kick out of your current attire, any of the other girls might get quite the shock! Then again, you can think of a girl or two who might be all the more turned on by the idea of being dominated by an Angel.

Such thoughts are swiftly banished as you arrive outside Azazel's room. About as ready for your act as you're going to be, you give her door a few, quick knocks. Soft footsteps sound from within, the door cracking open a moment later.

You hear her gasp before you see her face, cheeks already ablaze. “W-what can I do for you?” she asks, unable to stop herself stammering.

“Inspection, cadet,” you offer, not a hint of emotion in your tone. At least, you hope not. It's difficult not to feel all fuzzy when you spy Azazel growing flustered.

“Cadet? But-” she begins, cutting herself as it dawns on her. “Oh, is this a play?”

You almost break out laughing. “Sort of, Az'. Interested?”

Her hesitation lasts only moments, quickly nodding. “This way, captain!”

How she can suddenly play along so easily is anyone's guess. Not that you're complaining. You watch her perky behind as she leads you inside. She stops in the centre of her room, standing at attention as she salutes you.

“You'll find nothing out of place, sir!” she declares.

“I'll be the judge of that,” you respond.

Slowly but surely, you pace around the room like a predator waiting to strike. Not an object is out of place. Her bed is made to perfection, stationary tucked away and not a stray piece of clothing to be found. Running a finger along her desk, you find no trace of dirt or dust. Even dropping to your stomach and examining beneath her bed reveals naught.

With a sigh, you stand tall, crossing your arms in front of your chest as you stare down Azazel. She doesn't balk, matching your stare. Granted, she has more optimism behind hers.

“Well, cadet. Congratulations are in order.” You crack a smile. “I've never seen a cleaner room.”

“Thank you sir!”

“So,” you begin, dragging the word out longer than need be. “As a reward for such immaculate quarters, what would you like?”

“A reward?”

You simply nod, knowing exactly where her mind is as the redness spreads out from her cheeks.

“It would be improper to ask that, especially during this month.”

“Ask what, cadet?”

Alas, she mumbles something you have no chance of catching.

“Speak up!” you order, adoring how she scuffs her foot against the floor.

“B-bend me over,” she manages meekly.

“Why?”

She scrunches her face up as she huffs. “I don't want to play any more. Can we just, you know?”

Your arms wrap around her the moment she asks, hands resting on the small of her back. “Alright, play's over,” you concede. “Tell me what you want.”

Slowly, she pulls away, closing the short distance to her bed. There, she rests her hands on the mattress, bending over ever so slightly. “Fulfil your husbandly duties and ravish me!”

“Ravish you?” you can't help but chuckle.

“I-it was in Modeus' books. Is it the wrong word?”

She gasps as you once more have your hand on her, lightly tugging at the hem of her trousers. “It works,” you admit, slipping them down ever so slightly. “Just not the one I'd use.”

Helpfully, she shimmies in place, stepping out of her trousers once they're around her ankles. Plain, white panties are the only obstacle left, one she removes herself. It is clear as day just how ready she is, sweet lips glistening with evidence. Firmly, you bend her over, something she is all too willing to comply with.

Buttocks jutting out, you free your cock only a moment later. She hums in approval as your tip suddenly rests against her. The intense heat fuels you onwards, slipping inside with ease. A moan fills the air as you split her walls apart, gripping tight around every inch you give her.

“I never want to give this up again,” she manages with obvious relief as you fill her to your hilt.

“Good. I don't know how I lasted those other years,” you admit, hands firmly on her thighs. “Ready for ravishing?”

“Yes, sir,” she purrs.

Blessing granted, you do exactly that. The air rings with her slutty whine, walls clinging to you without pause as you pull back. You're barely halfway out before you have to take her anew. A sudden thrust rocks her entire body, delight shooting through you as your balls slam against her.

“More,” she begs, and you're all too happy to oblige.

The needy Angel moans with each new thrust, walls barely having time to recover before you spread them anew. High-pitched whines and grunts fill the air as you pound away. Hard, fast thrusts meant to bring you both to that blessed peak. With just how long she's deprived herself, it's no surprise she summits first.

Her fingers dig deeps into her sheets as you don't dare stop. Her legs stiffen, knees trembling as she lets free an uncharacteristic growl of delight. It is quickly stifled as she buries her head into the bed. All the while, her insides shiver and convulse around you, almost as if begging for your seed.

You last only a few more rough thrusts, filling her depths one final time as you hold her firm. “Good girl,” you praise through strained grunts, cock twitching inside her. Burst after potent burst shoots from you, cock pumping what feels like gallons of cum inside her. Seconds feel like minutes, neither of you saying another word as your balls are quite literally drained.

Even as the final dregs escape, you keep yourself buried deep inside. Both of you take calming breaths, sticky fluids and sweat coating you both.

“I need to lie down,” Azazel manages to whisper after a moment, and you begrudgingly pull yourself free.

It's no surprise your seed leaks from her, something quickly ignored as she flops onto her bed. She turns around, a satisfied smile on her lips as she looks your way.

“I lost,” she notes, not sounding remotely bothered by the fact.

“There's always next year,” you joke, earning a stern gaze.

“Absolutely not.” Just like that, she's all smiles again. “Cuddles, captain?”

How can you refuse such an innocent offer? Still decked out in your Angelic gift, you get into bed beside her. There, she can be the little spoon for the rest of the day. Better still, you've gained quite the strategist for taking down the other girls. Assuming she doesn't feel the need to make up for lost time...

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Justice stares at her ice-pole, wagging tail coming to a complete stop. “Wait, it's just ice-cream?”

“Yeah?” you answer, confusion seeping into your tone. “What did you think I meant?”

“That you were going to dick down two of your sexy, pregnant wives!”

You look at her blankly, ignoring the sniggering Lucifer. “Justice, why would you think getting ice-cream would mean that?”

“Stupid human euphemism? I mean, come on. It's called an ice-pole!”

“Justice, dear. Did you think he was going to stick his dick in ice then put it in us?” Lucifer asks, only after taking a bite from her orange ice-lolly. The expensive branded kind, of course.

“Kinda?”

“Why would you even want that?” you can't help but ask, still more confused than anything.

“Lu' seemed keen. I wanted in.” The way she says it so matter-of-factly is almost worrying.

“Well, as amusing as this all is. I'll finish my treat in my quarters.” Lucifer shoots you a wink. “Do let me know if you want to attempt the ice thing. I'm certain we can make it work.”

“Seriously?” you ask, not bothering to hide the growing exasperation.

“Just not this month.” With a cackle, she leaves you with Justice, swishing her tail devilishly all the way.

“Even chaste, she's a temptress,” Justice notes, smirking.

It takes a moment before you sigh. “You were fucking with me, weren't you?”

“Hundred percent.” Just like that, she bops you on the nose with her frozen treat.

What can you do? Nothing but enjoy your ice-cream as Justice lewdly consume her ice-pole. If you didn't know better, you'd say it was you having to resist urges this month...

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“Would you just fuck him already?” Malina yells.

“I'm trying!” Zdrada roars back, pulling down her trousers to reveal the chastity belt beneath.

“Oh,” Malina notes, giving it a once over. “Can't you just ask for the key?”

“I could, but I wouldn't get it.” She shivers with delight. “Might get extra time with the 'breaker'.”

Before Malina can express her disgust, you step in with a rightfully smug grin. “I could probably get it.” Hell, you wager it might be killing two birds with one stone.

The sisters look at you as one, Malina looking far more concerned than Zdrada.

“Seriously?” Zdrada asks, hope seeping into her tone.

“Seriously,” you repeat, earning a soft punch on the shoulder.

“Why didn't you offer before!?”

“You didn't-”

“Don't fuckin' finish that.”

“Alright, before this gets ugly,” Malina begins, stealing the focus. “You go get Zdrada's key, fuck her however, then we can finish this stupid month with a bit of pride.”

To your surprise, Zdrada simply folds her arms in front of her chest. “Yeah, what she said.”

Well, you better get on it if the pair actually agree for once. Hopefully, Pandemonica won't ask too high a price...

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“The hoops I can demand you jump through just for this small trinket,” Pandemonica begins, tiny key in hand.

She's absolutely correct, but you do your best to remain stoic. “Name it.”

“So serious today.” She shrugs, a gentle smile on her lips. “Truth be told, the game has become stale. Her chastity holds very little value to me.”

You know better than to get your hopes up. “So, what do you want in exchange?”

Her eyes light up, finger oh so delicately pointing at her lips. “Kiss.”

“That's it?”

You're unused to Pandemonica pouting. “I'm throwing you a bone, husband. Would you like me to raise the price?”

Mentally kicking yourself, you shake your head. “One kiss for my lovely, reasonable wife.”

“Better.”

Just like that, you close the distance. Stooping down to her level, you purse your lips before planting them against her own. She hums as you make contact, that bitter taste of fresh coffee seeming so sweet when earned in such a fashion. Your hands rest on her shoulders as you press against her harder, Pandemonica's tongue growing adventurous as it slips inside your mouth.

You almost melt as her free hand gently strokes your upper arm, all the while her tongue pokes the back of your throat. You almost choke, suppressing it just enough for her to pull away. Neither of you acknowledge the single strand of spit keeping you connected, both content to smile at one another.

Until Pandemonica remembers who she is. She clears her throat, sitting up straight as you pull away. Her eyes focus on her desk, a sheet of paper before her. Almost as an afterthought, she holds out your prize.

“Love you, Pan',” you whisper, pocketing the key.

“I am aware, thank you,” she responds, only to sigh. “Don't ruin my toy.”

Biting back a chuckle, you offer a brief wave before parting. You know damn well no work is being done for an hour or two, but you'd be a fool to say as much...

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You knock on Zdrada's door, the aforementioned Demon opening it almost immediately. Her eyes are full of hope as she looks you up and down. Well, and more than a hint of lust. “You'd better be here to fuck me.”

Allowing yourself a smirk, you fish the tiny key to her device from your pocket. The world becomes a blur as she grabs you by the collar, dragging you inside her room. She lets go just as she hits the bed, letting herself fall on top of it. Not a movement is wasted as she yanks off her trousers, neither of you caring about the obvious tearing sound.

“Pink?” you question, biting your lips lest you laugh.

“Fuck off. I didn't pick it,” she bites back, angling herself so her crotch sticks in the air. “Get me out of it.”

“Yes, ma'am.”

You almost drop the tiny key as you take a firm hold of her chastity belt. It feels more like leather than it looks, aiming the key at the obvious lock. Zdrada shivers as the belt loosens, pulling the damn thing off by herself the moment she can. You almost get a kick to the chest as she throws it away, fingers parting her wild bush in search of some sweet relief.

“No you don't,” you chastise playfully, swatting her hand away.

“It's been weeks,” she complains, biting her lower lip as your hands take firm hold of her hips.

“And we're making up for lost time.” A smirk spreads across your lips, cock ready to go. “Ask me right now.”

Zdrada shivers, closing her eyes as she takes a deep breath. “I'm ready to lose. So mount me, pound me, treat me like the needy bitch I am,” she growls.

Her wish is your command, as if you want anything else at this point. Not a word is needed as you fish your cock free from its confines, begging for attention even as you rest your tip against her. A gentle grind has her writhing in anticipation, and you go in for the proverbial kill.

She practically purrs as you slip inside, her walls parting oh so willingly for you. Caution is all but thrown to the wind, filling her depths with a single, mighty thrust. Your balls slam against her as she wraps her arms around you, damn near pulling you down into an embrace. The only thing holding her back is the desperate need for release, one you intend to grant.

No warning is needed as you pull back, a sigh of relief filling the room. Her grip on you fights even as you nearly slip free, only to yield as you thrust anew. There's nothing fancy about how you take her, hard, concentrated pounding filling the room with wet slaps and happy moans.

“That's it,” she manages through a series of moans, her hold on you tightening as her insides do much the same.

Intense heat nigh-on overwhelms you, her juices flowing even as her eyes roll into the back of her head. You've never seen her surrender so fully to her climax. Then again, she's never abstained before, perfectly content to indulge whenever she pleases. You continue having your fun, taking her again and again, even as she convulses around you.

Far too quickly, she comes down from her blessed release. She does not, however, lighten her hold on you. It's obvious why, her eyes fluttering open and still very-much filled with lust. She wants you to summit that blessed peak after her, and you're more than happy to do just that.

Your mind grows hazier as you throw yourself into your lust, pleasure swelling until it bursts forth. A groan slips from you as you fill her depths for a final time, hold on her tightening as your cock twitches with delight. Zdrada fingers begin digging into you, the first potent load filling her to the brim. The second and third overflow, neither of you caring as more and more pumps into her.

The moment you have no more to give, you slip free of her. Sticky seed leaks from her, neither of you caring as you share gentle touches while getting comfy. Before you know it, you lie right beside her, arm wrapped around her shoulders as she rests her head on a pillow.

“Fuck November,” she mutters, reaching for her bedside table. It shouldn't surprise you when she nestles back into place with both a cigarette and lighter in hand.

No sooner does she put the cigarette in her mouth, do you pull it free. She immediately scowls, ready to put up a fight.

“No smoking,” you remind her, earning a harder than usual punch to the shoulder.

“You said I could!” she retorts, narrowing her eyes.

“I did,” you agree, keeping the cigarette at bay while she reaches for it. “Until your challenge is over.” It takes a lot of effort not to smirk. “Which you just lost.”

You can see the gears turning in her mind. No doubt formulating a loophole. After a moment, she changes tact. Before you know it, she rests her hands on your stomach, leaning down and hovering her head near your crotch. “No rules against smoking this,” she challenges, tail flicking you on the cheek as she takes a deep breath.

You may be spent, but not so much you avoid the new game. She can drain you dry if she wants. As long as she avoids smoking in the house...

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There's a skip in your step as you make your way to Malina's room. After all, Zdrada's been eliminated from the game, which frees up the Sour Demon to follow suit. Your upbeat mood is not lost upon Judgement, who rather oddly stands outside Malina's room, arms folded about her chest.

“Who lost?” she asks, raising a curious brow.

“Zdrada,” you answer honestly. “To be fair, it was long overdue.”

“Let me guess, now you want to beat Malina?”

Now that you think about it, Judgement seems almost confrontational. “If she wants to. She said-”

Judgement silences you with a playful flick of her tail. “She doesn't want to.”

You raise a brow. “No? The other day, she-”

“Was very horny. I think she's better off winning this challenge of yours.” She allows herself a smile. “'lina's not given herself enough credit lately.”

There's a desire to point out how the challenge was technically made by Lucifer, but that probably won't help matters. “That kind of means I lose.”

“I'll play fair,” she begins, hints of severity melting with a wink. “And not hold it against you if I find you two snuggled up.”

You hardly think about it, offering her your hand. She takes it, only to pull you close. You hardly object as your face is forced between her bountiful breasts, even as her sudden hug tightens.

Fortunately, Judgement isn't about to suffocate her husband to death. Not on purpose, anyway...

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Lounging on the sofa with Generic in turn lounging on top of you is the pinnacle of bliss. The irony of it coming from lying with a Demon is not lost on you, as if either of you cares. Idly, you run your fingers through Generic's fine hair, earning hums of approval.

Alas, your quiet fun is swiftly interrupted.

A pair of sullied panties hits you in the face. Thin, crimson and sporting an obvious stain, the scent of lust floods your nostrils as you splutter. Generic quickly removes the offending object, tossing it to the floor. Free, you look at your assailant; a smug Zdrada.

“Pan's out,” she says, her lack of clothes not lost on you.

“Sorry?” you ask. Piecing together the blanks so suddenly is a trying task.

“Pandemonica. Is. Out. As in, I fingered her so good, she-”

“We understand, Zdrada,” Generic cuts her off, lightly shaking her head. “Thank you for informing us.”

“Yes,” Pandemonica's cold tone fills the air, almost causing you to shiver. “Against my wishes, I might add.”

The solid footsteps of Pandemonica's boots echo with each step she takes, coming to a sudden halt. Zdrada's mood shifts instantly, stiffening as she looks past the sofa you rest on.

“Ah, come on. He was going to find out sooner-”

“From me,” Pandemonica's tone cuts through all else, strict and to the point. “I hope it was worth it. Your punishment will not be swift.”

Zdrada purrs, tail wagging. “Yes, ma'am.”

A short string of sultry laughter fills the air, Zdrada leaving as you hear those boots echo once more. Any sympathy you may have for her swiftly vanishes, Generic nuzzling against you all over again.

“I'm sure she can handle it,” she whispers.

Oh, how easily you fall back to loving cuddles and the occasional kiss...

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Another long day of tempting the girls to no avail. The clock is beginning to tick down in earnest, and you worry you just might not get them all to fail. Does it really matter? No. Your pride is simply on the line. Well, and a dose of much-needed vengeance.

Still, it won't be achieved this evening. You're content enough to turn in for the night, only to freeze as you enter your room. Something is off in the darkness, revealed by the synchronized opening of three sets of crimson eyes.

“We have you surrounded.” “Surrender.” “Pants off, now,” Cerberus says all at once, causing your mind to race.

Despite the darkness, you raise your hands in surrender. “Easy, girls. Let's take this nice and slow.”

Synchronized laughter does little in easing your fears. Worse still, it echoes louder as they approach. You're suddenly blinded for a moment as one turns on the lights, the other two pouncing. The bed is mere feet away, and yet, you find yourself on the floor. One of her forms pins you down expertly, only to shuffle up and effectively straddle your face. You never could have known in the dark, but she hasn't bothered wearing clothes.

“And here we go,” one says with glee, your trousers down to your ankles. Your underwear suffers the same fate, cock free in short order.

“You're going to lick,” the one straddling you says, a finger tickling your cheek.

“And I'm going to ride!” the one suddenly mounting you declares.

“I guess I'll just watch for a bit?” the last offers, sounding almost dejected.

“Lick!” the first orders once more, and you oblige.

The sweet, sensual taste of her dances on the tip of your tongue, the squirming not an issue as you lap away at her. Muffled squeaks give way to subtle moans, a grunt of your own joining the mix as something hot and wet brushes against your cock. A moment later, you're engulfed.

Tight walls part readily for your cock, Cerberus descending your length in record time. Even as she reaches your hilt, you lick away at her other's snatch. Up and down you go, greedily pleasuring her. Not to be outdone, she begins her retaliation.

No matter how fast you lick, she can match it. Up and down, she bounces on your cock, never quite allowing you to outpace her. Even as her juices begin flowing she does not stop. A pair of dainty hands rests on your stomach as she kicks things up, your end fast approaching.

A competitive spark burns within you, wanting nothing more than to outlast the feisty pup. How she can endure both your tongue and cock for so long is anyone's guess, focusing on her weak spots as your balance on the edge.

Alas, Cerberus wins. You pause your frantic licking as she impales herself on you for the final time. A slutty moan escapes your lips, hands suddenly reaching for her hips. You don't quite catch her, grabbing nothing but air as you're overwhelmed with bliss.

Shot after potent shot fires straight into her depths, cock twitching in delight as you ride out your climax. Alas, you cannot sit idle, weakly licking at her folds as you ride things out. Wouldn't you know it? Cerberus crumbles under so little. If you didn't know better, you'd say she was simply waiting for you.

Three sets of bliss-filled whines fill the air, mixing with one another with ease. Both Cerberus' that mount you grind in place, eager for more as you surrender to them. Even as dregs of your seed leak from you, she bounces ever so slightly. Tight insides convulse around you, not to mention the new stains around your lips.

As quickly as it began, it's over. The two satisfied Cerberus' slide off you without care, curling up into adorable balls beside you as they settle in for a nap. There's scarcely any time to savour the peace and quiet, the third suddenly sitting on your stomach. Her tail tickles your spent cock, a lewd smile on her lips.

“My turn,” she purrs.

It would seem sleep is off the table for a little while longer...

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Despite Justice's condition, she still doesn't shy away from working out. A slight bulge in her tummy is barely noticeable thanks to her abs, her bra and shorts making it clear what she intends to do. The bench is set up with smaller weights than usual, something Lucifer insisted upon, and Justice is about ready to take her place.

So, of course, you strike!

“Need a spot?” you ask casually from the doorway, a smirk appearing on her lips.

“Perving on me, big guy?” she asks playfully. Oh, if only she knew your state of dress. Rather, lack of. Naked as the day you were born, you're ready to tempt the Hell out of the former High-Prosecutor.

“I can leave you to it, if you want.”

A dismissive chuckle tells you her thoughts on that, shaking her head ever so slightly. “Come on then. Not like I need it with these weights.”

“You know Lu's just being careful.” Even as you speak, you head towards your position.

“Yeah, I know. Lu's sweet like that.”

Legs flank either side of the bench as you squat ever so slightly. Hands rest on the bar, ready to give it a lift. “Ready when you are.”

Justice doesn't hesitate, lying on the bench. A few slight adjustments later, and she's content as she's going to be. That smirk of hers does not fade, a scoff slipping from her. “Really?”

“What?” you ask innocently enough.

“Get any closer, and I'm biting them.”

You're not entirely certain if she's serious, so take the warning to heart. “Uh, noted.”

Just like that, she grabs hold of the bar. The muscles in her arms tighten as she lifts it free of its hook, your hands simply going with the motion. Holding it firm in the air, she nods.

As expected, there's very little help you can offer. She counts steadily to five as she lifts and lowers the bar, your hands simply along for the ride. You honestly focus more on your legs, keeping your muscles firm as you dare not accidentally falter. After five lifts, she racks the bar, taking a moment to cool down. It really is only a moment, repeating the count again and again.

“And that's fifty in all!” she declares, letting out a deep exhale as she racks up for the final time. “Thanks for the spot, big guy.”

“Anytime,” you answer, content in the fact your balls are safe for another day.

Your body tenses all as one as she suddenly leans up, planting her lips against the said precious limb. Quick and tender, she makes sure to make a loud smooch before leaning to one side and sitting up properly. Lust stirs within, cock hard in a matter of seconds.

“Don't tempt me again, alright?” She doesn't wait for an answer as she stands up, a swagger in her step as she leaves you to your own devices.

Fuck, how did you not lose your first year?

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Lucifer sits between your legs, allowing her head to rest against your chest as you, in turn, relax on her bed. Her tail wraps around your waist loosely, all the while she hums. A lone hand rests on her stomach, her other reaching for the floating board.

“Red Leicester,” she declares, a small cube of orange cheese plucked with grace from the board. “A tad nutty, but rather inoffensive.” With glee, she pops the cube in her mouth, letting out a devilishly happy hum.

Just like that, she reaches for another. This time, it sits between her fingers as she brings it to your lips. You open your mouth, letting the cheese and her fingertips inside. She hardly fights, the cube finding a safe spot to the side as you teasingly suck on her. You feel her muscles tense before you hear her whine.

“E-enough of that!” she chastises, pulling her fingers away.

Heavy, sordid breaths escape her as you chew up your little morsel. As she said, hints of nuttiness, not to mention how it crumbles with ease. It is gone, just like that. “What's next?” you ask in a whisper, lips purposefully pressing against her earlobe.

“Out!”

You pull away, tilting your head despite her not looking your way. “Sorry?”

“I can't,” she begins, her tail unwrapping itself from you as she gets off the bed. She's a tad awkward on her feet, cheeks burning a fiery red as she looks at you. Well, mostly. Her eyes don't quite catch yours. “I just wanted a little treat. At this rate, we'll be naked and-”

“Banging like rabbits?”

“C-crude, but yes.”

As much as you loathe the idea of leaving, you're not about to press her. So, you get out of bed. Her tail wags idly as you give her a parting hug. Short and sweet, you end it with a peck on the forehead. “We'll do this again when the month's over, okay?”

“Perhaps.” The word is soft, yet contains her usual authority. “Cum and cheese are an awful combination.”

“Maybe we can-”

“Enough!” She stomps her foot for good measure, tail standing rigid. “We'll, um, discuss it at a later date, okay?”

“Sure, Lu'.”

It almost feels bad to leave, but it really is for the best. After all, you're not sure she will forgive you if you tempt her too much. There's a saying about shoes and feet that seems apt about now...

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Strange. The closer you get to the kitchen, the more it smells positively delicious. Eggs, bacon and toast are all rather distinct smells, blending together to make the unmistakable aroma of breakfast. You can only wonder which of your girls has decided to take over your morning duties. There are the obvious contenders, but as they say; there's only one way to find out.

Carefully opening the door, you let yourself into the kitchen. Lest the scent of breakfast in full-swing wakes anyone else, you close it behind you. Rather unsurprisingly, you spy Generic tending a myriad of cooking utensils as she balances several dishes at once.

“Need a hand?” you ask, already striding towards her.

She shoots you a smile from over her shoulder. “Not at all. Take a seat.”

The urge to ignore her and help anyway is strong, but you know better than to think you know better. So, you do exactly as she asks, sitting in the free chair closest to her.

“So, what's the occasion?” you ask, unable to keep the amusement from your tone.

“The occasion,” she parrots, depositing an empty plate in front of you. One by one, she piles it with goodies. Buttered toast is first, followed by two freshly fried eggs. Bacon and sausages soon join the pile, a glass of milk finishing off the spread as she finally eases up on her tasks. “Is you keeping our Queen in domestic bliss.”

“Sorry?”

Gently, she taps you on the nose, almost as if scolding a puppy. “She's rather competitive, you know? She doesn't want to lose.” She darts in, planting a brief peck on your cheek before pulling away. Surely she knows you're watching her as she walks, shaking her behind for no other reason. “And you cooking breakfast in the nude every morning was too taxing. Besides, it will do the house good to avoid your pancakes for a few days.”

“What's wrong with my pancakes?” you can't help but pout, something she ignores almost gleefully.

“Nothing at all.” Her tail begins wagging slowly, her focus otherwise on preparing more bacon. “We can't exactly miss it if it doesn't leave.”

“But-”

“Relax,” she cuts you off, gently humming as she does. “The girls will love them all the more when the month is over, okay?”

There's a moment of silence. Well, as silent as a kitchen can be when the cook is so very busy. “Okay,” you finally repeat, looking at your plate.

Alright, it does look delicious...

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Minding your own business, you're forced to pause as you hear what sounds like a poorly muffled whine from within Justice's room. Normally, you'd ignore such a thing and move on, the veteran Demon more than able to handle herself. Given the month, however, you've got to know if she's finally given in.

Sneaky is not a word you often use when describing yourself, but on this occasion? It's rather apt. Tender steps on the tips of your toes see you safely to the door, cracking it open as slow as you dare. Everything looks normal, until you look at the bed. Not only is Justice naked, so too is her partner.

Dark, well-toned flesh stands out on a good day, all the more so against the pale Justice. Both Demons are lost in what they do, tails wagging in perfect sync as a lewd symphony plays. Judgement's whine is unmistakeable, made all the sweeter by Justice's panting and grunts.

Your own lust stirs as you finally make out their position. That is, each has their head buried in the other's crotch. You know damn well how effective Justice can be, never mind how Malina never complains about Judgement.

Both are so enthralled with their fun, you take a bold chance. Carefully, you open the door wide, slipping inside the room as you close it shut. A quick glance reveals the pair still licking and fondling each other, Judgement squirming faster the longer she remains on top. You're not quite so bold as to stroke yourself as you watch, content to enjoy the little show as is.

Alas, it does not last for long, Judgment bucking her hips as she buries her tongue deep inside Justice. Muffled words of excitement come from the older Demon, who almost seems to chuckle as her legs twitch. Messy and loud, the pair reach their respective peaks within moments of each other, Judgement rolling off Justice to allow her some air only seconds later.

It is at this moment, her eyes lock with yours. There's no hiding the darkness in her cheeks, nor the raggedness of her breaths. Still, there's no malice in her eyes, only lust.

“Our husband is a pervert,” she says in a sing-song tone, tail flicking against Justice's thigh.

“Yeah? That's why we love him,” Justice reminds her, only to smirk. “Oh, is he here?”

“Looking right at us.”

Lazily, Justice rolls over, looking in your general direction. “I'll let you go first.”

Just as you're about to ask what she means, a heavy chain wraps around your waist, tugging you towards the bed. You're spun around like it's nothing, the room feeling wobbly as you find yourself wrapped in Judgement's arms. Her breasts damn-near smother you, her melodic chuckle filling your ears.

“Seeing as I've lost, I might as well have something extra” she says, hands grabbing your buttocks and squeezing each cheek.

“Don't want to be on top?” you tease, damn-near melting under her touch.

“Considering the free show, you can do all the work.”

Your cock aches with desire, hands finding her hips, despite how she restrains you. “Say the word.”

Nothing escapes her for a moment, and for good reason. Her hands find the hem of your trousers, roughly tugging them down as she flashes a primal smile. They're hardly shifted before she switches to your underwear, yanking them down with even less grace.

“Fuck me,” she practically commands, and your hands find her waist.

She squirms ever so slightly as your cock finds her slit, pressing against her for only a moment. Hints of a moan fill the air as you slip inside, her sensitive walls parting all too gladly for you. Inch by inch, you take her. Nice and slow, you come to a sudden stop only when you reach your hilt. A soft, tender touch finds your buttocks anew, fondling you without care as she smirks.

Before you can begin in earnest, a weight rests on your back. Two, perfect breasts rest against you, a thin tail resting against your thigh. More and more warmth spreads, six hard abs pressing against your lower back. As if you had any doubts, Justice's chin suddenly rests on your shoulder, her shit-eating smirk obvious.

“Don't hold anything back, alright? I want to hear her purr,” Justice explains, each whispered words sending a thrill up your spine.

“T-there's no need-” Judgement begins, shushing under a simple hush from Justice.

“No talking, only moans.”

To that end, you indeed hold nothing back. Hints of a grunt fill the air as you pull back, Justice moving in perfect sync with you. Even as you come to a sudden stop only halfway free, she predicts it. You slam back into Judgements tight, wanting depths, her breasts jiggling with the force. Such a magical sight, given how firm the rest of her is.

“Can't hear you, Judge',” Justice comments, practically looking directly at the submissive Judgement.

You begin the fun in earnest, pulling back and slamming into her time and time again. The pace may be uneven, but none of you complain. The odd moan turns into whines of delight as your pleasure steadily swells. Your own lewd noises of approval soon join the mix, grunts forming the bulk of the sounds.

“N-nearly,” you manage to warn, Judgement tensing as you give her a final, powerful thrust.

Your mind melts in pure euphoria as you let loose the first of many loads. Judgement grinds ever so slightly, each mighty twitch of your cock filling her all the more. It almost feels as if something may be off with you with just how much you cum, reminding you of the occasional supernatural enchantment you've been subjected to.

Not that that's the case, relief flooding over you as the final, weak spurts leak from you. Satisfied, you pull out of her with a content smile. Just as you're ready to settle in for some much needed end-game snuggles, you're pulled backwards.

Justice trivially sees your back against the bed, quickly straddling you. A hand teases your chest with casual swirls, a smile tugging at her lips.

“My turn. Seeing as we're out,” she says, pressing her crotch against your own.

In a few minutes, you'll be ready to go again. It's painfully apparent she won't take it easy on you, either...

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Oh, how you missed this. It's easy to forget some of life's simple pleasures when you've been focused on defeating the girls at a silly game. Shaking your head free of the thought, you look at the screen as you lightly stroke Judgement's toned belly.

“Oki Doki Loki!” the pink pony announces, offering a cheerful salute to her colourful friends.

Judgement stirs, purposefully leaning back into you. She is careful not to hit you with her horns, humming with content. “What a simple life she has.”

“All of them, really,” you point out, ceasing your gentle stroking in favour of holding her tight. “Apart from, like, twice a season.”

“Running out of cider is a suitably horrifying threat,” she teases with a chuckle, tail gently brushing against you. “Imagine 'lina running out of vodka for a day.”

Your own laughter joins her, a mock shudder your response. “We'd have to distract her with our bodies.”

The way her tail stiffens tells you all you need to know.

“Speaking of, are you still guarding her from me?”

There's a moment of silence, before she lightly shakes her head, hair tickling you with the motion. “Giving up a day for me means it's only fair.”

“That's not why-”

“I know,” she cuts you off. “But I'm not telling anyone else that.”

You can live with that, the pair of you settling in for even more of her pony-filled cartoon. Honestly, it's not the worst thing you've watched...

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“It's ready!” Azazel sings from the bathroom, shooting you a happy smile as you join her.

Nothing but a towel obscures her nude form from your wandering eyes. Then again, the same can be said of you, a small towel around your waist covering your crotch. Your attention shifts to the bathtub, filled to the brim with crystal-clear bubbles. Naturally, you're curious as to how much is actually filled with water, something that can only be answered one way.

“Towels off,” Azazel says, cheeks going pink as she grabs the hem of her towel.

A part of you wants to wait for her to go first. The rational part of you overrules it, a slight tug all you need to remove your towel and bare all!

Not a second later, Azazel follows suit. It's a sight you've seen more than dozens of times, yet it never disappoints. Her perky breasts draw your eye, slowly lowering until you rest on that sweet spot between her legs. She fidgets as it's obvious where you're looking, never mind the obvious twitching in your own nether region.

Of course, the time for gawking is short-lived. It's time to share a relaxing soak with your darling Angel of a wife. With a single step, your hand brushes against her hip, steering her to the edge of the bath. You only release her as you get in, a few bubbles spilling out. As it happens, there's still a way to go before water spills, Azazel doing a perfect job of filling the tub.

The borderline hot water can only be enjoyed for a moment, Azazel's foot entering. She is rather dexterous as she positions it perfectly by your own, giving you a more than generous view of her buttocks as she hovers over you. Gently, she lowers, pressing against you as she sinks into the water.

Soft, tender flesh is the perfect accompaniment to the soothing waters, your arms wrapping tightly around her waist. Rather boldly, she grinds against you ever so slightly, hard cock teasing her crack. It doesn't live long, of course; a sigh of bliss filling the air as she joins you in relaxation.

“Perfect,” you whisper, relishing as she shivers.

“I should have lit candles,” she admits, joining in as you chuckle.

“Next time, alright?”

“Y-you're okay with a next time?”

You give her a quick, affectionate squeeze, earning a squeak. “We could do this every day, if you wanted.”

The silence is telling, as she shrinks in your embrace. A quiet, meek voice breaks it, forcing you to strain your ears. “P-perhaps once a week...”

A tradition you'll happily champion!

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Time is running out, and you've two more girls to best. Sure, it's only pride on the line, but damn it, you didn't win over a harem of Demon girls without a dash of each sin. Or something like that. Beelzebub words it better.

Shaking the thought away, you're ready to take on the day. Only Lucifer and Malina remain, and you're certain the latter will be easier to sway. Not to mention, you no longer have Judgement as an obstacle. You can't avoid a shiver. Even thinking of her in such terms feels wrong.

With your target decided, you swing your door wide open!

Only to spy Malina with her eyes open in awe. Her usual, scruffy uniform is in place. The only thing missing is her usual bottle of liquor. She looks up at you with the sour expression of hers, suddenly forcing a grin.

“Hey,” she greets, a slight wave accompanying the word.

“Morning,” you greet in kind. Suppressing the smugness you feel is no mean feat, but you feel you manage. “I was just about to see you.”

“Yeah?”

You nod.

“Was it for breakfast?”

A chuckle slips from you. “Not quite.”

Suddenly, she grows bold, a hand on your chest. “Well,” she begins, tail wagging from side to side. “I brought you some.”

You couldn't say who suggested she act like this, but you certainly approve. There's no fight in you as she pushes you back into the room, not stopping until you fall onto the bed. Oh so easily, she crawls on top, knees flanking your head as she reaches for her belt.

You can only watch as she removes it, tossing it aside without care. A thumb hooks beneath the hem of her trousers, your cock at full mast as she pulls down the offending clothing. Black, satin panties keep her crotch obscured, tufts of white hair sticking out the top. Much like before, she uses her thumb to tug them down. Her thick, messy bush rests above her wet, wanting snatch. The heavy, needy scent of lust invades your nostrils, Malina's breaths coming slow and heavy.

“I've got your breakfast. Right here,” she says in a low, hungry tone.

Any witty retort fades as she lowers herself, hardly giving you a chance to catch your breath. Her folds come crashing down against your lips, hairs practically jammed into your nostrils. Your heart beats fast as you endure, Malina having the sense to keep some of her weight off you. Still, you struggle beneath her, ignoring the growing need to breathe as your hands find purchase on her buttocks.

A low, lewd moan fills the air as you grope her wildly, cock raging as her flesh yields so easily. If only pleasure was your goal. No, you squeeze all the harder, more forceful than you'd normally dare. Precious seconds feel like minutes, your lungs burning by the time she finally gets the message.

The space she grants is so little, yet enough to take a deep breath all the same. A weaker man might reposition themselves or give up entirely. Not you. No, you do your best to lock eyes with Malina, who has well and truly succumbed to her needs. She doesn't look upset or excited. She just needs this to happen. So, you nod.

“Gently,” you remind her, earning a brief roll of the eyes.

Taking your words to heart, you find your lips against her once more. Your nose is free enough to take a breath here and there, and you focus solely on bringing things to an end. Your hands get to work in fondling her buttocks, gently this time. All the while, your tongue finally slips free.

Every inch of her shivers as the tip makes contact. Gentle, teasing flicks upwards are your only act, quickly growing in frequency. A change is only needed when she subtly grinds against you. Left to right is just as easy, pace quickening as her juices flow. A little sweet with a bitter sting from time to time, you gladly savour the taste.

When grunts and moans fill the room more often than not, you go for that sensitive pearl of hers. Smaller than most of the girls, you still find it easily enough. There is no mercy as you viciously lash with your tongue, bringing her crashing down within seconds.

A deep breath is stolen just as her weight rests on you. Thick thighs clamp you in place as she bucks against you. Twitches and spasms take over her folds, hot, sticky goodness squirting from her. All you can do is endure her climax, your nose and chin taking a literal pounding from her motions.

Mercifully, it is over quick.

She does not think twice, letting herself slide down so she straddles your chest. Hands rest easily on your shoulders as she smiles at you. Sweat covers her brow, an obvious crimson in her cheeks.

“Good job,” she mumbles, a rarely seen, lopsided smile in place. “I'll see you later.”

Just like that, she begins getting off you. Only stopping when you give her a squeeze.

“That's it?” you ask, about as amused as you are confused.

“Kethric's a bastard on tactician, and I've already put it off long enough.”

You're not entirely sure what to make of that. Still, not the first time she's got hers quick so she can return to a game. You can only shake your head. “Fine, but you owe me one.”

“I let you win?”

“You know-”

She cuts you off with a snort, finally sliding off the bed. “Yeah, yeah. I'll blow you at some point.”

It might not solve your current state of arousal, but it will do. Now, you need another shower. Actually, better brush your teeth again, too...

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“Why is everyone here?” you ask, looking at the assembled trio.

Generic, Beelzebub and Justice are all standing outside Lucifer's room. Generic looks poised to knock. Beelzebub has a hand on her hip, the other on the bump in her stomach, nearly constantly shaking her head. Justice leans against the opposite wall, a smug smile on her lips.

Alright. For Justice, that's pretty par for the course.

“Lucifer has locked herself away,” Beelzebub informs you, sounding exhausted.

As if on cue, Generic offers a dainty series of knocks on the door. “This is most unqueenly behaviour, Lucifer.”

Justice lets out a quick laugh, earning your attention.

“Definitely Lu' behaviour,” she points out.

“And what is Lu' doing that has you all pestering her?” you find yourself asking, despite sharing in Justice's smile.

“Locked herself away,” Beelzebub answers, arm waving in a rather dramatic fashion. “Lest she is tempted.”

Generic turns to you, a slight frown on her lips. “Being the last of us, she refuses to come out before the stroke of midnight tomorrow. Demonic pride will do that.”

“Hey,” Justice pipes up once more, stroking her chin like a wizened sage. “Think she'll come out if I blow you?”

“Don't you dare!” Lucifer yells from within her quarters. “I'll ban you from-”

“Easy, Lu'. I'll blow him in my room.”

“That's not-”

“Justice, please don't antagonize her,” Generic gently chastises.

“I can defend myself, Generic,” Lucifer adds with a huff. The door cracks ever so slightly, a baggy-eyed Lucifer just about showing. “N-not that it's unappreciated,” she back-pedals, shaking her head. “Just, please leave me alone. I'll be out tomorrow.”

Show a bit of skin or offer a little dirty talk, and she'd likely melt. But, you recall the times she was more than fair to you in your first year. So, you shrug. “Alright, Lu'. We'll leave you alone.”

“But-” Beelzebub chimes in with a buzz, going silent as you wrap an arm around her waist.

“We can have an orgy without her!”

You joke, but the fact the others join in an awkward, bulk hug and the sensual buzzing of Beelzebub tell you otherwise.

Never mind the fact you ignore the slight whine of protest from Lucifer's room. Perhaps once the month is over, you'll let her know you did nothing more than cuddle and watch a silly film. Well, and a few kisses...

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The final day comes and goes, night approaching. Well, it's arguably here with how dark it is outside, but there are still a few hours until midnight itself. You're quite content to lounge on the sofa as time keeps ticking by. One might argue you should be tempting Lucifer with every second you've got. Your plan is a little more lax, not to mention how you're not all too concerned with winning at this point. Come midnight, you will either bask in victory, or take comfort in a night of make-up sex with defeat.

Honestly? You can't truly lose.

That doesn't stop you from being surprised as Lucifer suddenly saunters in. She wears nothing but her bra and panties, making it plain as day what she wants without saying a word. You mean to ask, earning several shushes as she raises a finger.

“Not a word,” she whispers, finally coming to a stop before you. Your cock stirs at the sight of so much skin on display, never mind the odd thrill you get at her ever-growing bump.

Sure enough, you do not speak as she gets on top of you. Careful of her belly, she straddles you with a little difficulty, soon wrapping her arms around your neck. She looks down at you with her lustful, crimson eyes. Quite literally, ready to gobble you up.

“You did your best, dear, but you were never going to defeat me,” she begins, gently grinding against you.

“Uh, Lu'?” you interject, earning a few more shushes.

“Now, now, no need to be a sore loser. I still love you.” One of her arms unravels from you, touching her chest, only to slide downward.

It passes her navel, reaching for the hem of her panties. Delicate as can be, she slides them down, exposing the very part of her that has been needy this entire month. Not that you can savour the sight, her arm blocking the view as she grabs your trousers. With expert ease, she reaches beneath, her silky smooth skin tickling your cock in no time. Her grip is surprisingly firm, tenderly freeing you from your confines.

“I'm overdue a reward,” she purrs, barely stroking you as she plants her lips against your own.

You hum in approval as you melt beneath her, a nagging urge forcing you to pull away. Her pout almost makes you reconsider the motion, but you don't want to win via deceit.

“It's not-” you begin, almost growling in frustration as her finger presses against your lips.

“Enough, dear,” she orders.

“But-”

Again, you're cut off by her lips against your own. More forceful this time, never mind her tongue slipping inside. What can you do? Simply yield to her overly-excited motions. She must taste every last inch of your mouth before pulling away, slow, ragged breaths filling the air.

“I-” she begins, composing herself as quickly as can be. “I'm taking you now.”

It's not a question, merely a statement.

Your hands find her hips as she lifts herself up, taking seconds to guide herself to your tip. A gasp slips from you as she allows you inside. Hot, tight and wet, her walls yield easily to your invading cock. Inch by inch she descends, hums and coos of desperate delight filling the air. A long, low moan rings out as she takes you fully in her depths, arms tightening around your neck.

“I missed this,” she muses, forehead pressing against your own.

“So did I,” you admit. Granted, it's not your fault for once.

“You and your silly games.”

If you weren't balls deep inside her, you might have heated words. Instead, you're considerably more gentle. “Your idea, Lu'.”

A wry chuckle morphs into a sigh. “Quiet, my sweet idiot.”

You take the insult on the chin, far too occupied with her sudden movements. Up and down she goes, slowly at first. Each time you fear she'll slip off you entirely, she brings her self back down. Needy moans fill the air as she takes you time and time again, your mind quickly surrendering to a blissful haze.

When she suddenly speeds up, you can't help but buck your hips in time with each descent. That haze only grows as you think of nothing but the pleasure she brings. The familiar, smokey scent is all you can smell. Her tight insides around your cock all you feel. Even the air tastes of her undeniable lust, and she finally melts as she descends for the final time.

Her legs grow shaky as her insides tighten, her lips smashing against your neck, preventing her cries of ecstasy from filling the house. Your cock twitches in time with each spasm of her walls, as if enchanted to follow her lead. Load after mighty load spurts from you, flooding her depths with each new pulse. How two beings can be so in sync is easily left a mystery. After all, she pulls herself free of you with ease, a content smile on her face.

“Not a terrible consolation prize, I should hope?” she asks, clearly in a bit of a daze.

“Glad you think so,” you practically mumble, lazily pointing a thumb towards the clock behind you. “It's still November.”

She doesn't even look, flicking you on the nose. “I don't care.” Just like that, she slips you inside her anew, sharing in your gasp. “I still lasted the longest.”

If she doesn't count your prior years, but why start a fight when you can continue indulging? Besides, you can always remind her next year...