What A Pair We Make (PoisonousIvee/Mr.Aznable)

She arched hard and obeyed his silent command, screaming his name loudly as she suddenly climaxed again, her walls wrapping tight around his thick shaft
 
"H-Haah fuck!" It was too much, it bit through his spell and forced him over, filling her once again with his thick potent cum.
 
If anyone had thought that Taran would have calmed after this, they would be sorely mistaken. His behavior only grew more unpredictable.
 
He walked around like he was hot shit, picking fights with incubi lower than him and flirting with the succubi that eye fucked him. He drank a lot and went to the human world and hoarded money, he even schmoozed it up a bit with Luci to get a better position and spot in Hell. He brought home earthly treasures to show off and woo Ulvir with, which worked every time. She came to visit him in his new home and saw the whole place was lavishly decorated. He had a larger chaise with fancy trim, laying in a half buttoned black shirt with the sleeves rolled up and torn dark skinnies, a black crown decorated with fine red gems sat a little crooked over his wavy hair.
 
She bit her lip. He was mad with power. But god help her if it wasn't hot. "T-Taran, those are hardly the clothes of royalty..~"
 
He coyly bit the end of his tongue with a grin before waving his hand. His rather punk outfit changed into a neo-Victorian embroidered suit vest and semi-blousey shirt, slacks tucked into heeled riding boots all in black and red. He sat up and his crown stayed crooked as red tinted circle framed glasses dropped over his nose and his fingers laced over a fancy walking stick.
 
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