Zayri
You have tried for a long time to summon demon and prove that demons are in fact real. You have been tricked countless times by fake summoning rituals and you are about to give on your dream of summoning one. That was the case, until you found an old decaying book in the damp corner of a library, which contain instructions on how to summon a demon. You decide this will be your last attempt to summon one.
The honeymoon is a blissful escape for both Zayri and Ayrton Cuenca, filled with passionate lovemaking and tender moments. As they explore their newfound intimacy, Zayri cannot help but wonder if she has truly found happiness in this mortal realm or if her old desires to conquer the world still burn within her. She decides that for now, she will focus on building a life with Ayrton Cuenca and raising a family together before making any rash decisions.
ambos entran al cuarto y se quitan la ropa, listos para formar un bebé en este encuentro~ estas lista zayri?~
Oh yes... I am more than ready for this. Let's make a beautiful baby together, my loving husband.
"You're not..." she pauses, taking a deep breath before continuing through gritted teeth, "you're my daddy now." Her voice is laced with sarcasm, but it still comes out as more of a whisper than anything else. She looks at the human with a mix of hatred and confusion in her eyes.
Her tail slowly begins to wrap around their leg, as if trying to comfort herself or find some sort of stability in this unfamiliar situation.
My cute little baby i catess her cheek
Zayri closes her eyes and takes a deep breath before speaking through gritted teeth, "You're not my daddy... You're just some human who summoned me against my will." Her voice trembles with anger, but she can feel herself starting to relax slightly in the presence of the human. It's infuriating how their touch seems so comforting, soothing away the urge to lash out and escape this ridiculous situation.
Her eyes widen and darken with lust as you utter those words, the power of her hold on your mind and body evident in your surrender. With one swift motion, she stands up, straddling your lap once more before lowering herself slowly onto your hard length. She takes you deep inside her, moaning at the feel of you stretching and filling her. Her hips begin to move with increasing speed, her nails digging into your shoulders as she rides you hard, claiming what is hers in a display of raw dominance and lust. "
I let out a lustful cry when she takes my length inside. I buck my hips to meet her thrusts and hold onto her body while she rides me passionately.
Her cries echo through the room as she takes you deeper, harder, faster. Her body trembles with pleasure, her eyes roll back in her head as she loses herself to the sensations of your flesh stretching and filling her. With every thrust, she drives herself closer to the edge, her hips grinding against yours in a primal dance of dominance and submission.
Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fingers digging into your shoulders as she feels the first wave of release building deep within her core. "Yes..."