V3 Chapter 37

Amade was still breathless from her orgasm, and her face and upper chest flushed. She was glaring at him with a glassy eyes. He watched her in amusement while feeling her juices slowly dribbling off his face and he licked his lips. The flowery scent of her cum was starting to become an acquired taste for him. Then, suddenly as he was savoring the taste of her, like drinking a precious aged wine, Amadea bolts upright, and grasped him by his collar, pulling him into a searing kiss.

Unperturbed by the taste of her own lubricant, she happily laps up the leftovers that coated his mouth.

“You damn Demon. That was fantastic!” her voice was husky with desire as she pulled back from the lip lock. She ran her hand over the front of his pants, feeling his cock swell.

“Now, it’s my turn!”

She then dropped to her knees and unbuttoned his black pants, dropping them to his feet, and stroked the awakened dragon over his boxers. His tight boxers were being pressed to their limits, restraining the elongating pole beneath them.

Amadea smiled lasciviously before pushing her face forward, causing the ripe smell to hit her immediately. Cian groaned softly with the sensation of her face on his shaft, warm even through the fabric.

Shivering in excitement, Amadea took a big whiff and let her nostrils be filled with the aroma. Just like his sweat, blood, and juices, the musk surrounding his groin was pleasant to her, and for much the same reason. It was a scent that was distinctly his, and she liked knowing that she was debasing herself so much for his sexual pleasure.

She kept her nose pressed against his boxers, sniffing down his scent until her lungs felt full of it. After a few moments of savoring his tempting smell, she leaned forward to give his arousal a hot firm kiss through the material of his boxers making him groan with pleasure, and thread his fingers in her hair.

"Hmmm, you smell so good as always,"

Amadea hummed in delight against his bulge before lacing it with slow sensual kisses whilst her hands massaged his thighs making sure that he was as relaxed as he could get since he was the only man she would do this for he deserved nothing less.

Such a raw, sexual scent quickly became addictive for her, and when she didn't have to worry about undressing him anymore, she brought her hands to the bulge in his underwear to hold his cock in place, her nose running all along it, trying to make out the different scents through the fabric.

"You gonna keep teasing me?" Cian asked, grinding his crotch into her hands. Inside his underwear, his cock was already hard and throbbing, ready for whatever she was planning to do with him next.

"I am not trying to," she replied, pushing her nose against the tip of his cock to take a deep whiff. "It is simply that... I love the scent. It makes me feel excited—far more than anything else I have ever smelled."

Cian felt a blush rise in his cheeks, and in the interest of not feeling even more embarrassed, he re-affirmed the grip he held on the back of her head and pushed her face up against his cock again.

"Then, have your fill,"

The soft moan of pleasure that she gave said much about how far she had fallen for him and the scent of his member. Moving one of her hands away, she wrapped the other around his shaft, holding him through the fabric. Then, she felt his manhood not only harden but also lengthen a bit until it exceeded what she could hold in her hand. Not only that but it was sticking upwards, poking through the fabric of his boxers.

Amadea closed her hand around his cock and gently stroked it in the confines of his boxers, admiring its incredible shape and sized through the mold of his boxers.

“Do you feel that, Cian?”

She continued to rub him and look up at his eyes, biting her lip slyly. Cian groaned at how sexy she looked, down on her knees in front of him. Her breath was fanning across him and making it hard to breathe.

"I love the look you're giving me. Do you like what I'm doing to you?" she giggled.

"Are you addicted to my smell now, Amadea?" he grinned.

"Oooh, Yes, yes, I love it. I love it, Cian." Amadea answered with a purring voice as she rubbed her cheek along the length of his cock. The thin fabric of his boxers allowed her to feel every vein and lump, almost as well as if he were nude.

"The smell, it's making my head empty with only the thoughts of your cock!"

Cian felt the heat of her breath, and when he looked down at her face, she parted her lips, and suddenly bit the swollen head of his glans gently. He groaned, and Amadea immediately felt his cock leap towards her mouth. And she squirmed. Breathing heavier as his seducing musk started to invade her senses, Amadea moved up slightly to slowly pull down his boxers with her teeth, something she knows that often drove her demonic lover crazy with arousal. And finally, Cian’s throbbing manhood sprang free near hitting her square in the face.

She stared at his incredible dragon rod, her eyes lust-addled as she ogled his man meat. She forced his thighs wider, giving herself better access to his package, then wrapping her a hand on his shaft and began pumping.

"A charmer as always, aren’t you?"

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Cian heard her say. He looked down at his gorgeous lover who was staring at his member. The red and bulbous head of his cock was poking out against his foreskin, the slit already leaking out a rivulet of almost opaque precum that ran down the underside of his shaft. Then, he saw her leaned over and pressed her gorgeous nose against his shiny cockhead, and inhaled loudly.

Cian almost let out a loud moan at the erotic display. She seemed really addicted to his cock. And this thought almost made him cum, right there and then.

The Blood Alraune let out a deep moan of approval from the man musk seeping into her airways. She continued nuzzling her face against the shaft and head of his cock, taking deep breaths from time to time, presenting Cian with one of the most lewd sexual displays in his two lives.

Damn, she’s a keeper…a true cockslave, he mused.

“Do you really love my cock that much, Amadea?”

Amadea stared at him, “I love it very much!” she said as she placed his dick on her face, sniffing and rubbing his dick with her hands. “I love its smell and the delicious essences of life full of magic power. It’s truly a magic source,”

Closing her eyes, Amadea enjoyed the smell of his prick, pressing her nose against the purple cock head. Its heat burned her flesh as its excitement transmitted itself to her cunt.

“Only my cock? What about my balls?”

Cian grinned.

“All the cum you love so much came from there,”

“Ahh, of course, I also love them,”

Amadea replied without hesitation. She then made her way to his testicles and began mashing her nose against his scrotum taking in deep whiffs of her favorite perfume.

Cian’s cock was pressed up against her face, his ruby mushroom head hovering over her scalp. His dick quivered from each wanton huff from the engrossed red-haired beauty between his legs, letting out a small splattering of viscous precum into her hair.

“Ooohhh, so good, your smell is invading my brain,” she grunted against his weighty ball sack, completely oblivious to her new conditioner, which even if she knows, she would not care. She just continued smelling his balls. They smelled exciting. She hefted them in her palm. They were heavy.

Full of my favorite food- all for me, she happily thought as she nuzzled her face between his legs, under his nuts. She inhaled repeatedly, her cunt juicing in excitement as the heady smell filled her senses. Automatically, her tongue snaked out and she licked just behind his balls. The wonderful, sensuous taste washed into her mouth.

“Damn God, you’re a sexy cockslave, aren’t you, Amadea?”

Cian exclaimed, his cock throbbing and sputtering more Cowper’s fluid from her lascivious worship of it. He stared at the fuck hungry expression in her eyes and laughed low.

Amadea finally pulled away from her lover’s pelvis, her lungs, and brain packed with his lewd scent. At some point during her olfactory feast, she began drooling, her saliva running down her right cheek and down her pert breasts.

With a sweet smile, she collected the drool with her right hand and began pumping Cian’s long shaft once more to her lover’s pleasure.

She saw a drop of pre-cum leak out of his head and she smiled happily. Leaning over, she caught it on her tongue as it did, and then pulled back to savor the taste as she began to run her thumb against the underside of his cock's head.

After swallowing down his delicious precum, she set into a slow rhythm of stroking that was sure to give her some more to taste before too long. Her face sat mere inches away from his cock, eyes fixed on the tip with a hungry gaze.

"Does that feel good?"

"Yeah, really— fuck, really good..."

Amadea giggled, satisfied after seeing his expression. She leaned down and plastered kisses on his penis, starting on the shaft and making her way up to the head. Cian sharply sucked in air and his penis responded in kind, by pulsating with every kiss. When she got to his glans, she kissed his slit once, his frothy precum not wasting a chance to stain her luscious pink lips, then swallowed the tip of his penis with her mouth.

“Ahhh, that’s it, Amadea!”

Amadea smiled while she continued to service her lover’s oversized sex organ, bobbing her head up and down on the thick shaft, drooling around the monstrous demon stick. Her tongue harassed, poked, and massaged his shaft as well, earning herself animalistic grunts of approval from her demonic lover. She lowered her head down the magnificent meat until her lips were pulled around the base of his cock, his huge balls gently nudging her chin.

"Did I starve you, you slut?" he asked, amused while feeling the pressure of her mouth sucks on his dick with force.

"Ummmmmm,"

Amadea moaned with her eyes closed, as she forced more of her lover’s meat into her throat. She didn’t mind being called insulting names, especially by him. In fact, it even made her more eager to please him, to serve him. The so-called insulting names for women, for her, was an incredible endearment. And hearing her demonic lover says dirty words made it even more so.

She pulled her mouth off his dick, a mixture of saliva and pre-ejaculate coated her mandible.

Cian narrowed his eyes and let out and unpleased growl as the goddess of lust in front of him right now just smirked up at him before hovering over his dick, jacking it off with both her hands and, with a “gwuck” sound, let out a torrent of spit over his cock, quickly coating it with her swift hands.

“You learned a lot of bad things,” he grinned in amusement.

“And who’s the reason for that?”

“Tell me who it was,”

“And why? What would you do~?” she smirked.

Cian made a serious face, and look at her, “I’ll thank him. And I will worship as a Master!”

“You imp bastard,”

Amadea laughed in amusement, followed by Cian, who laughed along. Amadea squeezed his member, causing Cian to yelp in pain.

She grinned when he glared at her, before taking him in her mouth again- this time taking as much of it into her mouth as she could.

She began to move her head back and forth, first slowly and then with more vigor.

With this Cian forgotten the pain she had caused him and started moaning without attempts to quiet himself, he had lost himself to the pleasure.

… …

[Demon Empire]

The wind gently caressed Oriel’s face as she leaned her head against the carriage window and watched the passing landscape. She had a spectacular view of the lush forest in refreshing weather, completely a different taste to the always cold and snowy Winter Mountain. Sadly, she was in no mood to appreciate it.

After her beloved had departed from her side, leaving her scarred and painful heart, there had never been a day where she could feel happy and satisfied again.

The work was piling up on her, and she had buried herself on it all this time, trying to forget the painful reality of him not being in her side anymore.

What is he doing right now?

Where is he right now?

From time to time, she could hear his voice and receive his whereabouts and activities, from himself and also from Sibylla. However, listening to his voice is completely insufficient to satisfy her longing heart. Then, there comes the case of his sudden disappearance.

Although Sibylla didn't say it directly, she knows that Aanuel had disappeared. Going to who knows where. Though Sibylla had reassured her that he was fine and that he went into a place where the communication tool was impeded, still, she couldn't help but worry.

Can a month end faster…?

Passing every day without even seeing him was as if her body was being torn in all directions by a leash. It extremely painful, as if her heart was slowly being squeezed out.

Just where are you?

And do you even think of me?