Chapter 705: [Third Circle of Hell]

Allen stepped forward, sliding his hands over her shoulders and bending down to kiss her neck, nipping and soothing, and she arched like a cat to allow him access.

Lucy found herself gripping his shoulders, simply holding on, happy to allow him to direct their path. He certainly knew what he was doing. As a Demon, she was very experienced, and so, she could tell even now that he was, and he knew exactly what to do to bring his partner pleasure.

As Allen continued kissing along the curve of her neck to her shoulder, Lucy straightened, forgetting about her shoe, putting her left hand on the bed for balance and putting her right hand over his as it gently rubbed her shoulder. He watched Lucy’s face as she tilted her head back to rest on his shoulder, lips parted, breath almost audible enough to become a moan.

The mirror reflected the companion full-length mirror behind Allen, and the image of them in a lover's embrace was replicated a dozen times. His hands slid down her sides, to her waist, then her hips. Her right foot was still on the stool beside the bed, and his right hand stroked her thigh, rasping against the nylon, then moved to her inner thigh, until finally moving up to glide between her legs.

Her first real moan spilled out and her back arched against his chest. Even through the nylon covering her, Allen could feel her heat and dampness.

As he continued stroking her sex, Allen brought his left hand up to squeeze her left breast.

"You love how this feels, don't you?"

He whispered into her ear as her hips began tilting forward to increase the pressure from his hand. Allen started to suck and bite harder on her neck, and her moans echoed louder and louder in the space they were in. As Allen watched her face contorts and the pleasure written across it, her eyes opened and focused on his, clearer than they had been.

Lucy took her leg down from the stool and faced him, caressing Allen’s handsome face with her fingers.

“You’re more handsome than I thought…” she said with a gentle smile.

“Handsome than your husband…?” he responded with mischief.

“…that’s right…” Lucy hesitated for a moment but then she replied honestly.

Allen couldn’t help but laugh in amusement.

“I’m saying the truth,” she added as she runs a hand "casually" along her leg as if enticing him.

Allen's eyes flashed. Her legs were long and slender. They also looked as soft as a willow tree. Her breasts were as white as untouched snow and her nipples were a pale pink. Her butt was nice and plump on either side. Her pubic hair was a darker shade of scarlet than the hair on her head, but it was still somewhat pale.

As Allen was savoring her body with his eyes, her delightful figure suddenly pressed against his body. Lucy proactively offered her seductive lips. He felt her impressive breasts push up against his chest as well as her flirtatious tongue dancing in his mouth. Allen’s repressed desire was reignited, and he eagerly responded to her calling.

Lucy was floating in a sea of sensation. Or was she drowning? She had no idea. His kisses were drugging her, giving her hit after hit but leaving her ever addicted, desperate for more. Allen's tongue was wicked, drawing wanton moans from her as he devastated her mouth again and again.

Still, she didn't remain impassive. She was quite skillful in knowing a man’s sensitive spots, and she used her gentle hands to push Allen to his emotional climax. It was a fantastic time to have sex with an experienced woman as they knew all the weaknesses.

They will proactively attack those weaknesses and lead the way to happiness.

Also, responsibility was never an issue afterward.

… …

You ready?"

Allen asked, and she nodded. He guided himself to her entrance, and held himself there, slipping back and forth between her folds, teasing even as he bent down to kiss her.

Then he began pressing into her.

Allen took it slowly, inch by inch, pausing frequently and allowing her more than enough time to adjust, gliding back out and then moving in a little further, a little deeper with each shallow thrust. With continued moaning, louder and frantic than the previous, Lucy felt her muscles stretching, burning, yet the burn was so good, the sparks and embers fanning, growing, flaming.

With a final push, Allen was encased within her, and he rested his forehead on hers as they breathed together, both taking a moment.

Lucy reached up to meet his mouth with hers in a sweet, chaste kiss. He pulled out of her and slid back in, and both of them groaned. Then all was movement as he set a slow, steady pace, withdrawing and then sliding back in, her body clamping and releasing around him in time.

Allen started moving more steadily, completely in control, palming her breast again, their tongues mimicking the movement of their bodies, and she ran a hand around his waist, smoothing down his spine so that she could squeeze his ass. His rhythm stuttered, and he jerked into her sharply.

"Yesssssss," the winged beautiful demon of Zagan hissed.

Allen smiled, blinked down at her, before repeating the action.

Her hips rose to meet his.

"More. Please, Allen,"

Lucy moaned, and his mouth crashed back down to hers as he started fucking her in earnest. She raised her legs higher on his hips, her ankles locking around his back as he pounded into her, her nails scrabbling for purchase at his back, doubtless leaving marks.

Lucy felt full, possessed, wanton - loved, even as every nerve ending began to sing, the coil in her core building, building - she needed.

"Lucy."

A heady moan escapes Lucy’s lips as her arms wrap around his neck, yanking her body closer to his as he arches her backward and drives forwards, his thrusts hitting a new spot in her as she writhes and squirms on the bed in front of him.

"Ah!! Allen!"

One of his hands clamps down on her shoulder to hold her steady as the fingers from his free hand slip between them to stroke her clit softly, a distinct contrast to the sharp, strong thrusts his hips are making.

Allen had already abandoned his thoughts and pulls at her hair for another kiss while he pounded into her. Of course, she struggles. At first, she did, but she gives up almost instantly and they cave in. Her lips are plump and soft. They were probably sloppy at this because they were still intoxicated. Thinking as such, Allen felt his own conscience buzzing at him. Still, she kisses back just as passionately as he pounded her, sweeping away any kind of thoughts aside from making love.

His hands are everywhere. He feels her soft skin and he managed to put his hands on her thighs. She wraps one leg on his behind, before she knows it, both of them are wrapped around his waist. Lucy had now realized how much of a good kisser Allen is. She's moaning in his mouth and he's groaning at hers.

"Allen... my love!! That’s right! Messed me up!!”

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She mewed like a cat, and in response, he grumbled on her throat. Lucy had already forgotten how to think. There are no other thoughts in her brain other than wanting him. Inside the room was a world with only them. It was filled with intense shaking, trembling, flying fluids, and strong smells.

Her slim fingers tightly gripped the pillow; the bedsheets had long since been torn into shreds.

So was Allen. His mind had already completely blanked out. He pressed himself down on her, grabbing her waist as he pounded this beauty.

“Aaaahhmm!!”

Although the soundproofing was quite good, and the people nearby didn’t really care if they fucked here and there, Lucy still didn’t dare to moan. She gritted her teeth the entire time, but small moans still leaked out of her lips as her body twisted like a small boat amidst a storm. Her large breasts swayed as Allen furiously slammed into her, and her slim, long legs were wrapped tightly around his waist.

She spreads her legs a bit wider as a form of invitation and he breathes heavily at her. His beautiful red eyes were a haze and she's a hot mess. She continues to moan loudly and he shuts her so with his tongue in her mouth. He pounds deeply inside her, she's stifling her screams and he's grunting with every move.

They both move faster.

At first, they were on the bed, but then they ended up on the carpet, then pressed up against the door, then on the table, then in front of the window, then on the sofa…then, back on the bed.

Allen had tried every position on her in every part of the room.

Lucy couldn’t remember how many times she had climaxed but could feel that her consciousness was about to leave her body.

In the end, before she knew it, she realized she already can't move, can't find anything to hold onto to give her the leverage. She needs to be able to rock her hips, so instead, she leans forwards and trails her hands down Allen’s muscled back, before she grasps his ass firmly in her hands and squeeze.

A surprised yelp leaves his lips, and Allen's arms wrap around her waist to lift her up and off of the bed, before he spins and slams her back against the floor, his thrusts growing more wild and unrestrained. The breath is knocked out of her, but the hit isn't hard enough to hurt, and strangely, it only serves to turn her on further. Her hands fisted into his hair as he pulls out, right to the tip, and stares into her eyes.

"Come with me, Lucy."

He ordered.

Lucy nods once, and then cries out, a primal yell of satisfaction as he slams into her and she explodes.

The explosion of her climax sending shock waves out, clenching around his length, and with a stifled roar he followed her, pushing into her one last time and then stilling as she milked him dry, and they slumped together, breathing heavily.

Her walls convulse around him, harshly, and then more gently as her orgasm slowly fades, leaving her exhausted, and sated for the moment.

"That was. Wow."

Allen laughs, his face buried in her neck as he sags.

Lucy giggled in happiness, hugging his head and pulling it into her bosom.

However, Allen breaks away and stood up—

“I fear it’s not the end yet,” he grinned as he picked her up.

“Kyaaa!!”

Lucy chuckled like a young girl and circled her arms around Allen playfully as she laughed at Allen’s sudden antics.

“You better say surrender…or else,” Allen grinned.

“I won’t… Instead, I will make you surrender…!”

Lucy smiled evilly.

“…then, you’re on…!”

“Kyaaaaaaahhh!!”

… …

In the middle of the night, Allen stood atop the roof as he observed the city.

It’s been a day since he had arrived in the Gula County; [ The Voracious Pig] riding Charon’s ship. Commonly known as the Third Circle of Hell.

The view of the flourishing neon lights in the city brought both a sense of beauty and regret. At the very least, his current spot does not permit him to clearly take in the magnificent scenery of the city.

Allen sat on the edge of the roof, his pair of legs dangling down on the outer edge of the big building. High altitude winds blew with strength, causing his hair to dance about in disorder.

With a move of his hand, Allen gulped down the contents of an entire bottle of wine. Then, he crumpled the tin bottle into a clump before tossing it over his head to the back.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he forced out a smile.

“You have come?”

“…Greetings, my Master.”

A gentle voice came from behind him.

The figure had fully materialized, revealing a man and a woman in their middle ages.

The man looked handsome and had the most dashing eyebrows Allen had seen. However, he looked extremely sad like something sorrowful was haunting his heart. He was wearing a beautiful armor plate which looked quite spectacular. His grey hair was floating in the wind. He looked slightly strange though.

The other was a woman in snowy white clothes. She had a veil covering her face, but it was hard to look the other way, she had an incredible body for her age.

The two people then kneeled in front of Allen who was facing his back to them, appearing nonchalant and indifferent.

“Amy…is that how you face me? Covering your face…?” said Allen laughing and looking at the city around.

“I apologize master, it’s been quite long since I had taken this off…I almost forgot I have this on,” said the woman; Amy giggling.

She took off her veil. She was extremely beautiful. Beautiful cheeks, beautiful eyes, beautiful skin. Although there was a taste of passing time, even still she was still a beautiful woman that seemed ageless.

This was Allen’s first time meeting her after countless thousand years, and seeing her still caused his eyes to light up.

Amy’s current appearance was akin to that of a middle-aged woman, but there weren’t any traces of age on her face.

Time, something that is generally merciless and cruel, hadn’t destroyed her looks, but instead made her look more majestic and dignified. Even a bit of foundation was absent. Allen can’t help but feel quite attracted—or probably, dazzled by it.

Compared to those collagen-lipped, eyelash-heavy women back in Earth who refuse to mature with grace, this woman in front of him exuded a natural beauty. It’s as if she didn’t strive to conform herself to someone else’s feminine ideal nor was she trapped in a time that didn’t suit her.

She knew who she was and radiated loving confidence to those of us around her.

Something that was shocking to appear from a demon at that.

“Amy, Andrealphus… so you both are still alive,”

As the two continued to kneel behind Allen who was watching the city with great solemnity, Asmodeus appeared behind them and muttered.

“…I thought that you had fallen from the last battle of the Myth…”

“Sister Asmodeus,”

Amy stood up and immediately hug Asmodeus tightly. She was like a spoiled child seeing her mother, rubbing her face against Asmodeus.

“We faked our death and remain hiding… or else, we would be forced to submit under the new Imperial…” she said with a bitter smile.

“…Furthermore, if we appeared and openly kneel before the new Imperial and Master Vergil’s rule, we would not be able to fulfill Elder Sister Phenex’s wishes…” Andrealphus added. “…that is to wait for Master, and to protect him from all harm…! Though, because of the sudden vigilance of the Imperial Court, our movements and actions have been restrained by a great deal for a very long time… so we couldn’t immediately find the master, and protect him as we should do…”

“Phenex…?”

Amy nodded her head. “Elder Sister Phenex dislikes Master Vergil’s ways and character and always calls him an imposter since long ago. So, she asked us, those she can trust to remain hiding…until Master Dante appears to support him.”

“So, you are not the only ones…?”

Allen turned around and asked.

To this, Andrealphus sigh, “Gremory and Sitri as well…however, they were discovered. And so they were captured… but their existence was hidden from the public by the Imperial to avoid meaningless conflict—as both Pillars are still quite influential among the Demon World. Now, they are on the high alert, trying to check every household to see if there are still remaining like us—well, we were able to safely avoid it, fortunately. But the others, I’m afraid…”

Andrealphus gray hair was still floating in the wind.

He looked lonely and sad.

“It seems, Mammon is really putting all his effort into this, isn’t he…?”

Allen smiled bitterly.

“…after all, Master Dante has finally returned home…”

Andrealphus face beamed happily as he suddenly kneeled down on the roof and while kneeling down; his knees had made a loud crashing sound when they slammed into the arena floor.

“I’m happy and delighted with your survival Master! To be able to serve you and fight for you is my very honor! The Andrealphus Clan will be at your disposal!” he muttered with a trembling voice, his throat choking with emotions.

Amy immediately followed, kneeling on the floor, prostrating happily.

“Stand up… it’s not like you two to be doing this…”

After saying that, the two people, as if they had turned into a child rushed towards Allen and throw themselves at him. Even a middle-aged man like Andrealphus bear-hugged Allen while crying like a child.

Asmodeus only watches them from behind with a wry smile. Though, a flicker of teardrops appeared at the corner of her eyes. She recalled the scene from a long time ago, where the entire family was still complete—it’s also warm like this…

But now…

That seems to be an impossible thing to regain back once again… at least not for millennia.

“Anyway, how did you know I would be up here?”

Allen asked, curious.

Amy giggled in amusement.

“We felt Master and Sister Asmodeus aura being leaked and so we immediately concluded that you are here. Although faint, we already know that Master was already in this world and that you should be passing here from Luxuria. Nevertheless, even if it was faint and seemed almost non-existent, we are already certain that you are here. However, looking for you is quite a challenge…”

“Master and Sister hide their auras so well… fortunately, we recalled that Master once mentioned before, that you like standing on the highest place overlooking everything—so we tried every tall building…and then, as we expected, we found you…” Andrealphus grinned.

“I am just here to drink wine,”

Allen pursed his lips to the side and smiled.

“Then, just like before, please let me accompany you, master,”

Andrealphus walked to Allen’s side and sat down beside him. He then took a wine flask that Allen had offered him with a happy smile.

“Master, since you finally arrived till here… what is Master going to do now…?”

“That is enough, thinking about future matters right now gives me a headache,” Allen smiled bitterly. “Do you know? My mind has been feeling flustered for a while now. There are so many questions, so many difficulties. However, I dared not think about it. Because, the deeper I go when considering these things, the more I feel as though I am getting lost into madness.”