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Deception of Lust [Haruchai & Lila Lupin]

Deluge sighed as she broke their kiss, and his aura retreated slowly, receding into the background of things as they both came back to the here and now. His breathing was slightly ragged, but he considered her words. His hands played with the fabric of her dress and slowly he nodded. "As you wish my dear. We shall retire to the manse."

With no apparent effort he scooped her into his arms and carried her back to his home. No manservants or their ilk came to greet them, which was certainly odd, though if they had seen as they came back along the garden path they likely elected not to interfere or interrupt in any way.

Deluge got them inside with no problem and carried her easily upstairs. His room was not far and he carried her to his bed and laid her down gently upon it.

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The decor of the room was simple, yet opulent in many ways. Deluge stands, his arousal evident and straining at his pants. Slowly, deliberately, he loosens his tie and then unbuttons his shirt. Those garments are cast aside, his bare chest now on display. Athletic and very fit, but not bulky in any way, his well-defined musculature ripples slightly as he begins to remove his pants as well. That garment slips away, kicked to the side, leaving him in naught but his undergarments. The outline of his manhood can clearly be seen through the sheer fabric, the shaft pressed into the cloth and the outline of that swollen head very prominent. His eyes are dark on her and he hesitates only a moment before he hooks his thumbs in the waistband and removes them.

His member, stiff and full, hangs between his legs, long and thick. A cock worthy of the demon of lust, to be sure.

There on his left hip, was a curled tattoo, a black serrated horn, the only mark on his body in this form, that hinted at his more natural one. Deluge was now completely bare and his eyes roamed over Hannah as he asked, "Do I meet with your approval?"
 
Hannah blushed as she was carried to his room, and for a moment, awed at the beauty of it before she was set on the bed. Hannah felt very insecure at that moment. It was normal for someone as inexperienced for her to feel nervous, which is exactly how she felt. She was trying to keep herself from blushing, but as Deluge began to strip that proved to be a very hard task to complete. Her eyes roamed over his body at first, but she averted her eyes in embarrassment as he stood there before her in all his glory. The tattoo on his left hip had caught her attention for a brief moment before her eyes were averted off to the side once more.

Her embarrassment was quiet evident as her cheeks turned a bright crimson color. Her inexperience worried her, and she wondered if Deluge would be pleased with her. She nervously played with the hem of her green as she listened to his words, keeping her eyes on her lap. She did look up at him to answer him, and as she spoke she was surprised that her voice didn't give out on her. "Above and beyond." Was her response to his question, and she let out a nervous laugh as she tried to keep her wits about her. He was most certainly attractive, and it made her feel, for some reason that she wasn't quite sure of, inadequate.

She was certain that he must have been with women that were far more attractive than she was in his time. The way his eyes roamed over her made her breath catch in her throat, and she wondered if he was pleased with what he saw, and if he would be as pleased with her bare form as she was with his. Her very core ached as she had looked upon her fiance's bare form, and her chest heaved. Hannah was a rather petite woman though she was undeniably feminine. She often thought herself inadequate to other women, because while she was comfortable with how she looked, she wasn't sure if others found it pleasing. She'd never worried about it much, but she had also never had the Demon of Lust staring at her with hungry eyes as he stood before her, completely bare.
 
"Then let me show you my desire, and my pleasure." he said, and knelt down before her. With deliberate care he undid the straps on her shoes and pulled them off of her, putting them neatly to one side and taking care not to simply toss them away. Once her feet were bare he stood and extended a hand to her. As his hand was accepted he pulled her to her feet. Backing away from the edge of the bed a step or two, his hands grasped her shoulders and he turned her around.

His movements were slow and deliberate, the movements of a man used to taking his time. This was no young boy, to go fumbling about, eager to simply penetrate her and take his ease. No, he knew she was ready, waiting. He simply had to get her primed. That was half the fun of it. He could already smell the beginnings of her arousal and could practically feel her tummy shudder all the way at her shoulders, where his hands rested lightly upon her flesh.

Those hands; calloused and rough, yet exceedingly gentle. The hands of a man who worked for a living and was not stuck at a desk. Those hands massaged her shoulders, kneading her delicate flesh as they worked their way up to the crook of her neck on both sides. Behind her he stepped closer, the hot length of his manhood pressed along the back of her thigh, though the heat was muted by the fabric of her skirt. He seemed not to notice as he undid the hooks and ties that held the straps of her dress about her neck. Then, his fingers slowly moved those straps, now free, away from her.

His lips followed.

The only announcement that he'd moved at all was the wash of his warm breath along the back of her neck a moment before his lips replaced it. He kissed her soft skin, a slight moan of want escaping him as he breathed her in and felt her silken flesh press to his lips. Still, he did not hurry. He had all the time in the world, regardless of how his body demanded her, or how his cock began to throb for her. Those straps dropped down in front along her breasts, the dress now loose.

Deluge smiled as he moved his mouth up a bit, suddenly very glad she'd worn her hair up to show off the elegant lines of her neck. His lips trailed a line of soft kisses up her neck to her ear, where he caught the lobe between his lips and sucked softly. As his mouth was preoccupied with this, his hands ran down along her shoulders, his thumbs hooking the top edge of the dress, just below her arms, and with a consistent downward pressure, the fabric began to slide. It caught momentarily on the swell of her breasts, then on the stiff cock between his legs, but once past those it fell to pool around her ankles.

The cool air hit her breasts, and he was keenly aware as he glanced downward to notice her nipples drawing taut, small berries of color against her paler skin. Not only for his own appeasement, but to save her from a possible chill as the cooler air hit those sensitive bundles of nerves, His hands moved around her, his arms encompassing her as he slid his hands over those soft mounds. He did not squeeze or grab or fondle - not yet. Instead he simply palmed her stiffening nipples in the soft warm cradles of his hands, and reveled in those wonderfully soft globes.

Deluge could feel her trembling, and he switched his mouth to the other side of her neck, nibbling and sucking softly. He thought briefly of marking her, small love bites that claimed her as his and his alone. Something primal in him stirred at the thought, but he refrained for now. His hands abandoned her breasts, rubbing the soft flesh and feeling it yield beneath his strong fingers as he squeezed softly, those fingers bringing her nipples back to an aching tautness. All she wore now was a thin pair of panties, and the smell of her sex and the aphrodisiac of his own pheromones. The tip of his tongue traced across her shoulders and he took a step into her, the thick ridge of his cock pressing between her ass cheeks for a moment.

One hand moved to the back of her neck, pushing her forward as his other arm wrapped about her waist. She had little choice, without forcefully resisting, but to bend over. As he'd hoped she supported herself with her arms on the bed. He'd bent far over her back and his mouth traced kisses down her spine, in that small dip that ran the entire length of her slender back. His hands wandered along her sides, exploring her hanging breasts for a moment until they ventured to the swell of her hips. His mouth played in the small of her back as his fingertips found the tops of those small panties she wore.

They provided little resistance and slid over her smooth skin easily, the dampness of her sex pulling at them for a moment before relinquishing the cloth. He was kneeling behind her now, mouth placing an almost adoring kiss on each as cheek and one of his legs pressing between hers, forcing her knees apart slightly. Her panties were brought down her shapely legs and he needed to prompt her very little to get her to step out of them. Once freed from those last vestiges of clothing, Deluge drank in the sight of her, her pert rear as she bent over, her pink folds barely shadowed by that soft curvature.

Now was the time, and he could control himself no longer. Deluge knelt forward as he urged her to bend deeper, pushing those moistening lips back slightly as his hands spread her cheeks. His neck bent deep and he breathed in the scent of her before his tongue flicked out, just briefly, and ran along her slit. The familiar sweet and tangy taste of pussy flooded his tastebuds and he sighed in pleasure. His eyes fluttered closed and he moved more meticulously now. His hands kept her buttocks spread, making her more easily accessible, but now his thumbs had slid to her fleshy outer lips, and pulled them apart. Her moisture was evident now, her inner folds glistening softly, small beads of her nectar sliding along her delicate folds. He eagerly lapped at these now, a soft moan escaping him as his tongue lapped at her. Her honeyed core was pure heaven and his skilled tongue laved those sweet pink folds before swirling about her clit.
 
As his thumbs parted her lips and his tongue gently massaged her inner folds Hannah started a bit. She seemed rather surprised and Deluge heard the slightest sound of protest from her until his tongue rolled over her clit. That small sound trailed off into a moan, and Deluge smiled against her pussy. He pushed his mouth up into her, kissing and licking all around her slit, her lips soon slick with her saliva. He could feel Hannah tremble slightly and his fingers squeezed her firm backside. But he knew he'd have to change what he was doing to make it more pleasurable for her. Or at least change positions.

His mouth abandoned her briefly as he turned around, her legs having to spread a bit more as he settled his shoulders between her thighs, his head facing away from her. However, all he had to do now was tilt his head back and her sweet sex was right there. He grinned and wrapped his arms about her thighs, this time his fingertips spreading her wide as his mouth eagerly sought her nectar.

His tongue dipped into her as far as he could manage, her tight core simply refusing to have that probing appendage inside of her. Which rather pleased him. Still, he tried, his nose pressed hard into her clit as his tongue tried, over and over, to penetrate that tight hole. After several moments of this, and Hannah now squirming, Deluge decided that perhaps another small area of her needed a good tongue-bath.

Moving upwards slightly his tongue flicked over her clit, again and again, and he found he had to move slightly as Hannah's knees shook. Soon the backs of her thighs were on his shoulders. With keen ears he listened to the sounds she made, as well as her heartbeat, and his tongue worked over her clit again. He could feel it pulsing softly against his lips in time with her heartbeat and he knew she ached for him, for something more.

Deluge wasn't done yet, however, and caught her clit softly between his lips, sucking gently. Even as he did this, one finger loved to her tight entrance, teasing and rubbing. That wonderful ring of muscle contracted almost involuntarily and with a practiced ease he slid that finger into her, only to the first knuckle. That barely-there and shallow penetration made Deluge grin to himself, wondering how she might react.
 
Hannah was incredibly nervous as Deluge knelt before her. The care with which he used was touching to her as he removed her shoes. When he pulled her to him, and turned her around she felt rather nervous. His touches were gentle, and on the border of loving as his calloused hands made their way to rest on her shoulders before gently massaging the muscles there. She began to relax under his touch, growing used to his presence as he slowly undid the hooks and ties that held the straps where they were about her neck. She jumped ever so slightly when she felt his lips touch her neck after the straps had been removed from their place.

The feel of his warm breath on the back of her neck was welcome as she just barely leaned back into his touch. She shuddered slightly as he moaned in want as his lips caressed her neck. She was beginning to relax as he continued his ministrations on her neck. She was completely at ease until he began to take off her dress. Her first instinct was to cover herself as her dress fell from her breasts,, eventually coming to pool at her feet. She was about to move her hands to cover herself, but he had already covered her breasts with his hands before she ever got the chance.

She bared her neck to him as he switched his attentions to the other side of her neck. She was greatly enjoying the feel of him touching her, though her insecurities were there in the back of her mind. She didn't feel quite as insecure since he wasn't watching her from the front. She trembled as his tongue traced the contours of her shoulder and he stepped into her. She tried to stay relaxed as he placed his hand on her neck and gently pushed her forward, but she had to admit that it made her feel slightly uneasy.

She took in a deep breath as he left a trail of kisses down her back and began to remove her panties. Her face flushed as he began to kiss her rear, and she felt his hands trail down her legs. She could feel his eyes on her, and she had the urge to cover herself, but she resisted it. She followed his direction to bend down further and was slightly startled as he placed his tongue somewhere that she was not used to having someone's tongue.

She was moaning as he continued to pleasure her, and he moaned into her core. She felt a small sense of loss and whined in disappointment as he removed his mouth only to have him turn around and place his mouth more completely over her. He was giving her sensations that she didn't know she could even have, as he licked and sucked at her. She was growing very weak to the knees and eventually they gave way. She was surprised that he practically supported her and continued to pleasure her. She jumped as he slid his finger into her and moaned, while bucking her hips, as he did so.
 
Every moan, every trembling muscle, every sigh of breath - all of these things drew Deluge along to his true purpose, his lust of Hannah. She was to be his wife, true, but first and foremost she was a woman. He was a man. The most base of desires ran through him more strongly than any mortal being might comprehend, and it was only through his extreme strength of will, coupled with his millennia of existence, that kept him from taking her as he saw fit. It was certainly within his power. The thought had crossed his mind, multiple times, even in just the short time he'd known her. In fact, from when he had first seen her. Her body, ripe and youthful. Lithe and firm. He'd had no stronger desire than to bend her over and bury his cock into her warmth. Except one. His end of the contract. Oh, times had surely changed, yet he had been borne at the beginning of humanity. When a woman's virtue was required to be intact when she married. When it was required that her husband claimed her maidensblood. Old habits died hard, and since she was to be his own wife he chuckled at himself as his finger teased at her entry. The penetration was shallow and teasing, so shallow in fact that had her maidenhead been intact he'd not have broken it.

Deluge had been able to change with the times. Too easily perhaps, and his power had only grown.

He abandoned her sweet sex a moment, his mouth and finger leaving her utterly. He drew his fingers to his mouth and his tongue swirled around them, wetting them as he tasted her essence a moment. Then, in an almost hungry manner, those two fingers rubbed along her pussy, her fleshy outer lips spreading around them. His mouth claimed her clit fiercely, sucking hard as his fingers eased into her, slowly penetrating her until they were buried inside of her tight confines. He curled and uncurled them slowly, teasing his fingertips along her most sensitive spots as the suction on her clit increased.

He was eager to see just how much he could make her squirm. Those fingers began to thrust in and out of her, soft wet sounds coming from between her thighs. He knew her legs would give out completely before too long, and, fingers buried in her pussy, he managed to stand. One arm went about waist as he picked her up, tremendous pressure on her pussy as those fingers delved very deep, her body weight pressing down on them more than was likely necessary. He was sure there'd be bruising on her pussy tomorrow. Delectable pain.

His fingers in her his thumb found her clit and teased a moment, pressing on it hard. Love button indeed. What happened when you pressed it hard enough? But those pressures lessened as he put her on the bed and climbed in after her. "Do you want me?" he asked, voice low and husky. He thought of pouring his power into her and seeing just how animalistic she could be, but that was cheating - wasn't it?
 
She was moaning and writhing at his ministrations as he eagerly pleased her, his fingers moving in and out of her core. She felt as though she were seeing stars. She was greatly enjoying the feel of his mouth on her sex, and his fingers in her core, but she wanted to see him, to look at him so that she could know that he was pleased with her. No sooner than she had thought that he was rising up to hold her, perhaps with the intent to support her when the pleasure brought her to the point where she could no longer stand. The pressure in her core was so delectable and her knees gave way just a bit, trying to increase that wonderful mixture of pain and pleasure. Once he was standing in front of her she wrapped her arms around his neck, and at just the right time as he lifted her up to place her on the bed.

As he asked her if she wanted him she decided against answering with words for the moment and tangled one of her delicate hands in his silken hair, bringing him down to her so that she could kiss his rather addictive lips. She had grown rather fond of his kisses, and his touches, and in the heat of the moment she forgot her nervousness, letting it be replaced with the primal need she felt for him. As she kissed him she tried to convey just how much she wanted him. The passion of the moment practically consuming her, and when she finally broke the kiss she moved her mouth to his ear to whisper in a rather seductive manner. "More than you know."

She didn't even need him to release his power on her to draw out her need for him. She gently brought his earlobe in between her lips and sucked on it for a moment before trailing kisses down his neck until she was at the junction of the neck and shoulder. She began to kiss that spot of his neck, trying to gauge his reaction and see if he approved of her actions. She gently raked her teeth over that sensitive spot, not enough to hurt, but certainly enough to leave a, hopefully pleasurable, sensation.
 
Deluge smiled as Hannah professed her want, and then proceeded to show him, in her own way, that she was ready. He wanted to take her and he was losing the battle against his will. So he decided that perhaps it was best for them to both take their pleasure. He slowly laid back, drawing her along with him, one hand traveling to that hot dampness between her thighs and rubbing along her slick folds. His smile was mischievous as he said, "Fair is fair my love. Show me how much you want me."

His other hand grabbed the base of that thick cock and held it up for her, letting her see it in all its glory. "Suck my cock." he said, deciding that mincing words might give the wrong impression. Oh, he loved to lick pussy, there was no doubt, but having his cock sucked was pure heaven. He expected her to deliver. If the work she was doing on his neck was any indication, he expected her to be rather good at it.
 
Hannah was blushing as he made his demand of her and she sat up, feeling the sudden urge to cover herself up but resisting that urge. She was nervous, because she hadn't done anything like this before. She decided that perhaps it would be best to just follow her instincts. She took a deep breath in an attempt to clear her thoughts, so she could focus better at the task at hand. She lowered herself back down to where she had been paying attention to his neck and slowly kissed her way down his chest, and stomach, situating herself in between his legs in the process. She steadied herself as she reached her goal and cleared her mind before giving a long tentative lick from the base to the tip of his rather impressive cock.

She was hesitant as she slowly opened her mouth and brought him to her lips. She was most certainly nervous, as she slowly took him in her mouth, thankful that her gag reflex was practically nonexistent. She used one of her hands to hold what she couldn't fit in her mouth. She was nervous at first, afraid of doing something wrong so she decided to stop thinking about it, and let things come naturally. As she did so she began to relax, and let his power wash over, practically guiding her as she began to suck on his cock while swirling her tongue around him before starting a comfortable rhythm and bobbing her head while continuing the tantalizing sucking.

She was becoming braver as she began to get the hang of what she was doing, and decided to try something new. She took him in as deep as she could without gagging and carefully swallowed, being careful not to hurt him. She could only hope that she was clearly getting her point across about just how much she wanted him as she just barely let her teeth rake across the sensitive shaft, not enough to cause pain, but to bring a hopefully pleasant, barely there sensation. She gave a tantalizing suck before swirling her tongue around his cock. She removed her mouth from his cock long enough to drag her tongue from the base to the tip where she swirled it teasingly before bringing him back into her mouth.
 
Deluge smiled as she repositioned herself and then her tongue ran along his length. Then she took him in her mouth and he sighed in delight. As she began to suck on him and bob her head, he found his fingers twining in her hair, moving her along his length. His other kept her hair out of her face so he could watch, her lips wrapped so lovingly around his girth. He had felt her as she relaxed and took more of him, and he felt her swallow around him, the channel of her throat squeezing at him. He shuddered with pleasure and his hips rose and fell with her natural rhythm. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing along his sensitive flesh and he could practically feel the thick drops of precum slide from the slit at the tip of his cock.

"Oh Hannah, that feels so wonderful." he said, and he meant it. He could have any woman he wanted and yet, there was something about Hannah doing this so willingly. That she belonged to him made things all the more sweet. He knew that there might be something he could fix for her. As she dragged her tongue along him he took her chin and pulled her up to him. "Hannah, my love, I know you have been hurt. I can see it. Sense it. I can also fix it."

Deluge tried to impress upon her what he was asking, and so his voice was quiet as he continued. "What if I could make you a virgin again, my love? What if I could give that back to you? Do you think that you might willingly give yourself to me?"
 
Hannah was slightly surprised when Deluge pulled her back up to look at him, but she was even more surprised at what he said. She was shocked, and trying to comprehend what he had told her. He was telling her that he could fix what was wrong with her. That he could make her a virgin again. All he was asking is if she would willingly give herself to him. She let his words wash over her, and she contemplated on what was said. He was asking her a very big question. A question that could determine quite a bit, the relationship between Deluge and herself, the well being of her family, and the validity of the arrangement that had been made over 100 years ago.

Hannah's eyes held so many emotions, the lingering passion from what they were doing, the confusion and surprise that what he was saying was actually possible, and most importantly, the hope that he would actually do it. She barely had to think about her answer, though perhaps she probably should have. To her, Deluge was safety, not like her first, who had been purely dominating. She had no problems relinquishing control to the man in front of her. He'd forgiven her for wronging him, for not keeping her end of the bargain, and she was willing to give just about anything to take back what she had allowed to happen.

"Without a doubt, Deluge. I was meant to be yours from the day I was born, was I not?" She asked him with a weak smile on her face as she used one hand to support herself so that she could lean towards Deluge, and used the other to gently cup his cheek. "If I had the chance I would gladly take back what happened and give myself to you." When she finished speaking she leaned in and closed the distance between them, kissing Deluge tenderly on the lips. Her kiss was much like what she had given him in the garden, tender, loving, and filled with trust. She was trusting him completely, and giving him the control to do as he wished with her.
 
Deluge could not help but smile at her words and he eagerly returned her affections. The kiss deepened and became hungry, lustful. Hannah partially lay atop him and Deluge allowed his hands to roam over her. His touch was warm and the moan he gave her was wanton. Eventually his hand found its way to her sex, playing among the folds of her womanhood and teasing delightfully. They also fulfilled his promise. Soon his fingers rubbed and teased along her clit, that small bundle of nerves pulsing softly beneath his skillful touch. However, Hannah was now whole, unbroken. Deluge had to smile.

She would be his, utterly and completely. He played with her most sensitive of places and after a moment he broke the kiss and pushed her back down to urge her to continue what she had been doing. His cock glistened softly from her prior attentions, and he wanted more. "You are complete." he said. "You may check for yourself if you like. I think that warrants me some sort of special attention, don't you think?"

He grinned lasciviously and settled back, cock full and majestic and waiting for her.
 
Hannah felt braver for some odd reason after Deluge had restored her. She felt as though all of this was coming naturally to her now. She let his moan wash over her, and she wanted to hear it again. She decided that Deluge was most certainly correct, but she wanted to drag this out now. She was slightly defiant as he tried to push her down and she carefully straddled his hips for the moment. She brought herself up to him and kissed him. Her kiss was hungry this time around and she gently placed a hand on his chest as a silent way of telling him to let her do things in her own time. He seemed to understand what she was saying because he didn't try to push her back down. "I agree, darling, you most certainly deserve some special treatment."

She kissed him several times as she spoke, but as she finished she made her way to his neck. Kiss the tender skin there while occasionally barely raking her teeth across the skin. She wanted to make him moan. She wanted to bring him the same great pleasure that he had brought to her. After she had decided that she had paid enough attention to his neck she began to make a trail of kisses downwards, toward her goal. As she slowly made her way down his chest and stomach she let her hands roam, leaving teasing, feather-like touches in their wake as they also made their way down towards Deluge's cock.

She had repositioned herself on her way down towards Deluge's ready cock so that she was once again between his legs. She smirked as she licked him from base to tip and hovered for a brief moment over his delectable manhood before taking him in her mouth once more. Her deep chocolate brown hair fell around her face as she bobbed her head up and down his length. She sucked on him, intent on pleasuring him. She took ass much of his cock as she could into her mouth, swallowing in hopes of drawing out those moans again. She released him from her mouth for a moment so that she could drag her tongue up his length as her hands played with his balls. She carefully ran her tongue along the slit of his cock.

She smirked at him as she moved to take him back into her mouth, while giving him the chance to take control if he wanted to.
 
Deluge reveled in the sensations that Hannah gave him, and as she straddled him, her hot dampness teasing along his length, that same moan emanated from him. The thick ridge of his cock slid along her lips, teasing the both of them as she kissed him. His arms went about her, and his hands squeezed her firm backside as he pulled her close, breasts pressed to his chest. Then her kisses on his neck brought goosebumps to his flesh and he sighed. He writhed a bit, his need growing, and a steady stream of precum oozing from his cock, which throbbed in his desire.

"Oh Hannah...." he managed to rasp out, and as she slid down his body he let his hands drag over her silken flesh. Then her tongue licked along his length and he shuddered softly. 'Please..." he said, voice thick. It had been many many years since he had begged for pleasure from a human. What was happening to him? Or rather, what was Hannah doing to him?

The her warm wet mouth enveloped him again and he did tremble. His thighs shook as he arched his back, hips rising and encouraging, demanding, that Hannah take more. The moan he gave her was low and heated, tinged with his primal desire to bury himself into her nubile body in any orifice she was willing to relinquish. He managed to push back her hair with one trembling hand and watch as she bobbed on his thick length, her lips stretched around his girth.

Then she swallowed and he felt his balls twitch. In truth he would not cum until he so desired, but her actions pushed him as close as he had ever been to losing control. A small cry of want escaped him, "Uuunnngghh..." he intoned, and he fought with himself not to push her mouth down further. "Fuck, that feels so damn good." he said, and stroked her hair. "Hannah my love." his voice was full of affection and desire both and as she smirked up at him he knew he had to release soon.

His body tensed and shuddered a bit as his cock swelled and throbbed. "Oh Hannah... I'm gonna cum soon." he said, his stomach already tightening and his balls drawing tight. He knew if she kept him in her mouth she'd likely choke and he gently pulled her off of him, a thick line of saliva stranding from her mouth to his swollen head. "Just stroke me love. Make me cum."

As Hannah stroked him, the tension building and his cock tingling, Deluge directs her just how to stroke, pressures and speeds. Then, his head falls back as his cock throbs, then pulses... a great stream of hot effluence spurting from him. Over and over, flowing down over Hannah's hands and coating his own thighs. Some even lands along her shoulders and in her hair, and the Demon of Lust expends himself fully, his seed pooling around Hannah's knees as he shudders in his throes of passion.
 
Hannah felt a small sense of pride at the knowledge that she could make him beg for her to please him. The moans that he uttered had encouraged her actions, and made her all the more brave. When he gently pulled her off of him she looked at him, worried that she had done something wrong, until he told her to stroke him. She gladly did as she was told until he climaxed. She flinched slightly as some of his come landed on her shoulders and in her hair and sighed. A look of utter surprise dawned her face as he came. She'd seen men orgasm before, but none of those times ever topped this. She felt rather disgusting covered in this, and decided that she would make a small proposition of sorts in order have an excuse to spend more time around her dashing fiance. She maneuvered her way around the mess that pooled around her knees as she made her way to Deluge's side, laying next to him and trailing a delicate gently along his chest.

"I think that we are both in terrible need of bath, don't you agree, Deluge?" Hannah smiled as she asked him her question, while gently laying her chin on his chest so that she could look at him while trying to get comfortable, but feeling rather filthy. Her smile was rather content, and happy as she looked at him with her honey colored eyes. She was greatly enjoying his presence as they lay there, a warm feeling of safety washing over her as she laid next to her fiance, allowing everything that had happened thus far to run through her mind.
 
His climax had rather caught him off-guard, the excessive amount of effluence something normally only given in his true demonic form. Yet he wasn't complaining. It had felt wonderful. Still, he could tell that Hannah was a bit put off by it and he vowed to try and control himself a bit more in the future. It would never do for his wife to actually fear his pleasure. Or be disgusted by it.

He readily agreed to the bath. "That sounds delightful, my dear." he replied and since his face was clean he kissed her lovingly. Perhaps a nice bath would do them both good, and he was rather disappointed in his own performance as well. One climax? ONE?! Either he was losing his touch, or Hannah was terribly nervous. On the other hand he was rather sure he could send her into the clouds once they consummated their union. He'd bloody well try anyway. If it didn't end with her screaming in ecstasy then he was certainly not worth his title.

Unashamed in his nudity, or in the mess he had made, Deluge stands and picks Hannah up. He knows that they have complete privacy, both Sinnoch and Adramalech will not bother them, and his lesser servants knew better. So, unless she protested Deluge carried her back to the manse and into the master bath, where with a wave of his hand he started the tub. He was not flashy with his magic, normally, but he loved the feel of her skin on his, their clothes having somehow been deposited in the washroom. The water that now filled the tub was the perfect temperature, and would remain so at his will, not cooling in the slightest. He stood there, supporting her easily in his arms, and nuzzled her cheek softly. He knew not if it was the afterglow of their tryst, or even if it were his own pheromones, but Deluge spoke softly. "I do believe I am truly starting to love you Hannah, and I will be thankful to have you as my wife."
 
Hannah was starting to feel calmer around Deluge in general. She had been so nervous, so worried that she wouldn't be able to please him, that she had focused more on making sure that he was pleasured, than allowing herself to be. She certainly hoped that in the future she could allow herself to be more relaxed around him, and not worry so much about the other things that were happening, and just feel. When Deluge picked her up off of the bed she wrapped her arms around his neck to help him with supporting her. As he carried her from his room to the master bath she felt a sudden chill run over her. In an attempt to keep herself warm she pressed her chest against Deluge's, blushing ever so slightly as they entered the master bath. Her eyes widened slightly as the tub started to fill with the mere wave wave of his hand, and then she remembered that she was being held in the arms of a demon. It made sense that he would have some forms of magic when she thought of it.

When he spoke softly she smiled at him. Her smile was warm, and gentle as he set her down with great care at the edge of the tub. His words were warm, and comforting to her, but she felt a small sadness that she did not feel as though she could properly return them at that moment. She gently placed a hand on his cheek as she spoke. "I'm overjoyed that you feel that way, and I'm certain that if you give me some time that I could honestly say that I feel the same." She said before gently removing her hand from his face. "I will be glad to have you as a husband." She smiled as she looked at him meaning every word that she had said. She felt honored to have a man such as Deluge, that treated her with respect, as her betrothed.

She felt a sudden bolt of nervousness though and she turned so that her back was to him as she entered the bath tub, sighing contentedly at the comforting warmth that surrounded her as she entered the water. She brought her hands to her chest as she kept her back to Deluge as she tried to calm herself down. She wasn't quite sure why she felt so nervous, despite what had just taken place between them, but she tried to fight it, and prayed that he would think that she had covered herself simply because she felt cold, considering that as of now only her legs were covered in the warm water of the rather large tub that she now stood in, waiting for her fiance.
 
Deluge knew she did not yet feel as he did. He could see into the hearts of mortals - it was part of what he did. Able to read hearts and minds and manipulate thoughts and feelings to his own ends. Yet he knew she could grow to love him. He could sense how she felt when he was kind and warm. These were things, despite his demonic nature, that came easily to him. The Demon of Wrath could not convey these things. He was the Demon of Lust for a reason. Her words only confirmed what he already knew and he smiled warmly.

"I will give you all the time you need." he said, and he did mean it. He then watched her move into the tub, and he subtly adjusted the temperature of the water as she moved, making it perfect for her. He entered the tub not long after her and he moved up behind her, wrapping his arms about her. He knew she wasn't cold, but he asked anyway. "Are you cold Hannah?"

Without waiting for an answer he moved back, taking her with him, and submerging her partially in the water, the warm, nearly hot liquid lapping over them. Deluge laughed, a rich baritone sound that emanated from him again, and he released his hold on her. "So, what would you like to do this eve? Shall we stay in, or perhaps have an evening on the town?"
 
Hannah tensed ever so slightly when Deluge wrapped his arms about her, but she relaxed almost immediately afterwards, resting her head back on his shoulder as he eased them both into the warm water around them. Once the water was sufficiently covering her she let her arms fall down to her sides. When he released her from his hold and asked his question she turned around to face him, smiling as she let his laugh wash over her. She was already in love with that rich laugh of his, and the comfort that it seemed to bring her without her even really knowing why. Her warm smile was evident in her eyes as she began to speak. "I'd like to stay in tonight, if you wouldn't mind, so that I can familiarize myself with my new home." After she'd finished speaking she sat on her knees in the water before leaning back to dip her hair in the water and then coming back up just as gracefully.

She smiled as she looked back at Deluge, suddenly realizing the view she must have given him, and a light blush dusted her cheeks. She made her way over to his side and situated herself nest to him, trying to make sure that they were both comfortable as they lounged in the heated water, her head rested on Deluge's shoulder. She sighed contentedly as she snuggled up against his chest and revealed in the closeness and the comfort that was shared between the two of them.
 
"I would be more than happy to show you around your new home." he answered her, his smile warm. ~Her new home...~ he thought to himself. That she accepted it so readily was very nice to him, as he could certainly see where this arrangement would put off quite a few women. Forced to marry a man they don't know, despite the fact that they would have reaped the benefits their ancestors set into place for them. Nobody was grateful anymore. Things were always take, take, take... Deluge found that Hannah's attitude was refreshing.

Then she knelt and dipped her head back, her breasts bared and exposed to him as she stretched, her nipples taut in the cooler air above the heat of the water. Deluge had to bite the inside of his cheek, lest he find the very thing he presided over grow to overwhelm hm. He was certainly aroused as she moved to him, for even he could not control the baser instincts that ruled over all of humanity. He certainly did not have to act on his wants, yet he found that around Hannah, this beautiful creature, his near constant state of arousal may prove difficult to control.

With a sigh of content Deluge lounged with her for awhile, letting her relax against him and holding her close. Soon however, Deluge did dote on her, bathing her and washing her hair for her. His hands were firm yet gentle and she became clean beneath his attentiveness. He then had her exit the tub and dried her vigorously, until her skin tingled with the cleanliness.

Wrapping the towel about her he led her back to his room, where he procured a footstool and bid her to sit. He then sat behind her, on the edge of his bed, and should Hannah turn his manhood would have seemed perched in such a way as to be easily pleasured - but that in no means was his intent. Instead, Deluge hummed softly and brushed her hair, carefully avoiding any tangles and brushing until it glowed softly in the low light.

Deluge then leaned forward, hands on her shoulders as he said in her ear softly, "You wear what you wish this night Hannah. I will dress accordingly."

And so that night Deluge showed Hannah her new home, every room and introduced her to every servant. While Sinnoch was the cook, it turned out her sister, Lustrella, was the maid. Sin and Lust - who would have thought?

The evening passed quickly, as did the next day, and yet the next day...
 
For Hannah the next three months went by quickly. Deluge had informed her the day after she had arrived that Lust and Sin would help to ease her in to her new life there. She had smiled and thanked them as well as thanking Deluge for arranging it. She was rather grateful that she would have someone around to show her how things worked around the mansion. After her first week there she had started to ease into things. She was discussing some of the details for the wedding with Lust about three weeks after her arrival when she mentioned that Hannah should choose a date for the engagement party. Hannah had been wide eyed and at first refused the idea of an engagement party altogether until Sin, who had just entered the room had mentioned that it would look better on Deluge with his clients if they did have an engagement party.

She warmed up to the idea quite a bit afterwards. She had then begun planning the party, setting the date to be about two months later so that the guests would have enough time to clear their schedules, and respond to her invites. Hannah was quite good at the whole house wife bit, when it came to planning events, and cooking and cleaning. Though when they did go to big parties Lust and Sin almost always picked out a ravishing gown for Hannah to wear. Hannah had also begun sorting out details of the wedding, things like location, color schemes, and other odds and ends were rather easy for her to decide on. The one thing that she was having an issue on deciding was her wedding dress.

Lust had tried helping her, suggesting a dress that would make all the men drool, but Hannah had polite turned down that suggestion. Sin suggested something both elegant and sexy, but Hannah hadn't been to thrilled with that dress either. She had been talking to her friend, Antoinette, from France about the dress when Antoinette's girlfriend announced that they would actually be moving to L.A. in about two months time, and that they would be more than willing to scour all the boutiques until they found the perfect dress for Hannah. They did express their condolences that they wouldn't be able to make it to the party due to the move, but Hannah had quickly forgiven them.

The remaining time past quickly for Hannah and it was now the day of the big engagement party. Hannah had woken up rather early to help make sure that all of the details were in place, and she had asked Lust to go and pick up the dress that they had agreed she would wear tonight from the tailors. She then made her way to Deluge's room to wake him. He'd been so kind and understanding to her in the past few months, and she had warmed up to him quite a bit. He'd doted on her every chance he got, and in all honesty she loved the attention. She wasn't used to a man treating her so well, and she was grateful that even though she had been promised to him before she'd been born that he was the man she would marry.

She wasn't quite in love with him, but she was most certainly comfortable in his presence. She eased into the master bedroom and smiled to herself as she saw him sleeping, making a mental note of how cute he looked as he slept. She quietly made her way to the side of the bed and placed her hand on his shoulder. She leaned down and whispered gently in his ear before giving him a kiss on the lips. "Deluge, darling, it's time to wake up."
 
Deluge was having a wonderful dream and as Hannah kissed him and he turned to his back, his arousal was evident and full. He woke slowly, and smiled as he did so. "Waking up to the real thing is better than any dream might hope to be." he said and reached up to caress one of her flawless cheeks, his fingertips warm on her skin. He made no move to cover his arousal and merely grinned. "Mmmm... why don't you join me in bed instead?" he asked and tugged on her sleeve.

He knew that she had been working diligently these last few months, getting read for their wedding. Their marriage night approached and Deluge found that the thought did not diminish his desire for her in the least.
 
Hannah smiled as she gently shook her head. "Deluge, we really need to start preparing for the party tonight." She smiled gently at him and leaned into his caress as he caressed her cheek. She was well aware of his arousal, and she would have loved to relieve him, but she did need to finish with the preparations before the guests arrived and she was never one to let someone else do something that she could do herself. It was her responsibility to do all the planning and organizing anyways, and she wanted to make sure that everything was just right for tonight. They had about three months until their actual wedding so she wanted to prove that she was competent enough to plan the engagement party so that there would be no issues with her finishing the wedding plans.

"As much as I would love to take care of your little problem, I really need to get back to what I was doing." Hannah kissed Deluge again smiling into the kiss before trying to pull away, wondering if he would attempt to pull her back or not. Over the past few months she had found that it was incredibly hard to be betrothed to the demon of Lust and keep her virtue. He caused her to want to do things that she had never really considered before. She loved his flirting nature, but she also loved that he never pressured her to do something that she didn't want to do.
 
Deluge grinned. "Little? Why love, I have never heard it referred to as little." As she had thought, his hands caught her, gently but firmly, and pulled her back to him as he sat up slightly, his mouth pressing to hers to silence any protest. His hands, which had caught her by the elbows, moved to her wrists, one which he guided up to have her hand caress his face, while the other was directed downward, where he pressed her fingers around his girth. His cock was hot and hard and velvety at the same time and he moaned as her hand wrapped about him. His eyes found hers. "It will only take a moment." he grinned, knowing that a moment for him was unlike a moment for any other - even another demon.

His hand still over hers, he gently stroked along his length, hoping to entice her to continue but knowing that he would even if she didn't.
 
Hannah smiled as she looked at Deluge and decided that she would use this to her advantage. She let him guide her hands at first but when he started to guide her in stroking him she made him stop. She grabbed his wrist and mad him let go of himself, and used the hand that had been under his to keep his hand where it was, resting on her thigh. She was now sitting right next to him on the bed and she returned her other hand to his cheek as she leaned in to kiss him. She halted just before their lips met and whispered against his lips. "If I do this, then you have to be on your best behavior for the rest of the evening, understood?"

She looked him intently in the eyes, waiting for his nod of approval before kissing him deeply on the lips while straddling his lap in the process. She took the hand that was holding his other one on her thigh and placed it on his chest, pressing down gently and pushing him back to where he had been laying on the bed. She was glad that he usually let her do things at her own pace, a trait that she was certain had helped her feel so at ease around him. She kissed him with a passion rivaling that of his earlier kiss before trailing her way down to his neck. She kissed his neck while lightly dragging her teeth across the sensitive skin of his neck while being incredibly careful not to leave a mark.

She trailed the hand on his chest downwards and wrapped it around his long, thick member before making her tale tell trail down his chest, leaving kisses in her wake as she stroked him. She smirked as she situated herself in between his legs and then licked his long, hard cock from base to tip before taking as much of him in her mouth as possible. They were practically following the regular routine, she would tease him, take him in her mouth, deep throat him, just about whatever he wanted, though he usually had her stop and stroke him to completion, but today she wanted him to feel her on him the entire time. She trusted him not to hurt her, seeing as within the past three months he hadn't given her a single reason not to believe that. If he wanted her to pull off she would have, but if he let her have her way she had every intention of letting him release in her mouth.
 
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