"Please, Gods, not like this!" I slavered like a starved hound, my sense of time, touch and and being stretched to the absolute lengths of pleasure. The shame of begging, the electrifying touch of sin, Luada's laugh; the daemoness's psychic violation continued.
"Oh, please breathe, darling," Her blackened lips met the nape of my neck, so soft with the pressure of her body against mine, as she lifted herself off me for the first time in hours. "You'll hurt yourself if you don't." The sanctity of my soul fought for reprieve in the all consuming ocean of corruption that was Aryssa'leah, but it failed miserably. I was a mortal in the city of demons. I'd strayed too far from the path and temptation had won over duty once more.
Luada was a tender yet rapacious lover. An anomaly amongst her infernal ilk. The curve of her lilac horns was soft, velvet to the touch. Inky irises pools of starless night. There wasn't a hard edge about Luada; her piranha-like fangs brushed gentle across my skin. She moved slowly at times, possessing an uncanny grace that confounded the mortal mind. As if her life hadn't been lived before her death, she was reborn into another existence without any sort of hesitation or trepidation. Yet despite being unblemished by guilt, regret or malice there was nothing sweet about her, no innocence of love. Rather than pure desire, lusty want burned beneath her surface. It seeped through her pores, creating a taint in everything she touched. My emotions were constantly under assault, a smothering wave of darkness crashing over me. A sensual torment, sucking away the last vestiges of humanity until I was naught more than a lumpen animal desperate to give up his heart.
"I cannot tell if you are playing with your food again, little one." Luada chuckled darkly, stroking my back and thighs. Her hand cupped around my cock which lay limp against my belly, though it still twitched fitfully when she touched it. "It's too bad I'm not hungry anymore," the daemoness said teasingly as she leaned over, giving me a brief view of her jutting breasts and perfectly rounded hips. They rolled enticingly within their smooth golden flesh. The moment they parted from each other to let a slender digit slide between them, my eyes bugged out in surprise.
Her fingers weren't human; thick black nails extended forth as talons, though she used them with expert efficiency, caressing both her flesh and my own without leaving a single unintentional nick; though nicks she did leave. I lie naked upon her lavish throw of silken pillows and resplendent cushions. The floor was covered by deep crimson carpets so fine, the fibers might have been spun from spidersilk.
Luada knelt on all fours beside me, holding the back of my head in her hands, kissing me gently, her breath a constant cloud of honey-scented vapor. She nibbled along my lips then sucked deeply, making me groan in delight, "Lets get married, human." She cooed wickedly. "What do you say? I've taken plenty lovers over the millennia but none with such stamina." Her eyes glinted with mischief that only an infernal could conjure, yet even her passions were tempered with a bashful aversion of the eyes, "Though, it sounds rather foolish for a temptress to proposition abstinence and commitment; would you take a whore for a wife?"