>> “A nature of a man shows when a woman gives a motive; albeit, the longing of her instinct to lure him in becoming one...”

The shade of body bathing on the lit candle drawn, as its shadow moves sensually. “Ahn, yes~! So good~!” a soft moan lingers, enticing the sensation of pleasure.

On the empty room, a woman stark naked is straddled on top. Its healthy and big breasts jiggle as her hips moving up and down. “Ahh~ Ahhhnnn~ so good~! It feels good~!”

Her eyes downwardly gaze at the man drawn on the pleasure their body gives. His hip moves like a wave upward to feel the innards. Through his guise is the ecstatic feeling smearing on his body.

Beads of sweat lingers on his chest, his forehead and arms. The warmth covered up throughout them. “Asmodeus~! Ahhnn... your inside feels tight~! It feels good~!”

The man groaned, calling the woman by her name. “Ahhhnnn~! Yours feels great~! This is the best I’ve ever taken from anyone~!”

From behind her is another person; a woman, whose stark naked lean and embraces her back. Following the movement of her body, the woman kisses her nape as she grabs her breasts.

Her short, black hair like a moonless night shine under the light of the candle. Pair of horns plucked from beside of her head and drawn down.

A perfect body, causing men to drawn over from her looks with brownish skin tone lit also on the candle.

“You’re irresistible, Master Asmodeus. I want you all to myself, but our nature to procreate with men is a must.” A sweet whisper lingers on her ear.

Asmodeus then tilts her head sideward to glance at the woman behind her. “... Worry not, Gorgon. Our nature as women will remain, but I am always having you all for myself.” Soft giggle gives off from her lips.

Her hand then touches the head of the woman and they kiss. Such view of two same sex giving intimacy surges the man’s desire. His inner instincts kick in as Asmodeus moves further.

The three of them moan out with pleasure, echoing inside the empty room. Surging feeling is incoming towards their bodies. “Asmodeus~! Nnngghhh~!”

The man cried out as his body raised. On his crotch is the surging feeling that needs to take off. With a powerful thrust, his inner surge gives off, causing Asmodeus’s body to twitch and feel the electricity conducting throughout her body.

The three of them lay down on each side, exhausted and in euphoric state. “Gorgon... give him the final touch...” though her voice still groggy, Asmodeus called out and asked the woman.

Gorgon did heed, and followed what Asmodeus asked. Going in between of his legs, she leaned and shove the thing inside her mouth. The man cried out of pleasure as he feels the melting sensation.

His body twitches, as Asmodeus reached his face and gives him a passionate kiss. Picking his hand, she puts it on her left breast.

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Gorgon keeps up on giving pleasure to the man’s crotch; yet her eyes can’t resist the looks of her Master driving over the sensation of unity between their lips.

Loosing off from her mouth, the man’s cried out of excitement roared out. His hand reaches Gorgon’s head and thrust gleefully. Gorgon, who show flabbergast from what the man does, follow what the man desired to do so.

Right off the bat, the man’s ultimate groan gives off as the surging power erupts Gorgon’s mouth. The foamy and fluffy fluid flooded her mouth as she chugs a little portion.

The man then faints from extreme euphoria, as Gorgon gets off the thing from her mouth. She quickly stands up and gets the chalice placed on the nightstand beside the bed.

Opening her mouth, a stuffy, white and sticky liquid pour down and offers it on Asmodeus. “You did a great job, Gorgon.” With a smile, Asmodeus takes the chalice.

“It’s because you’re the one who taught me, Master.” Gorgon replied.

Asmodeus then stands from the bed and takes the robe hanging from the chair. Gorgon follows her and they left the room together.

Downstairs is a secret door located on the floor. She opens it, and go downwards. Lighted torch scattered over the walls hanging. An underground passage shows a straight hallway.

Going further, a door located and she opens it. From the inside are shelves of books piled and old scrolls. At the center is a firepit, and a cauldron atop.

“This is the last ingredient to make the perfect concoction for our Queen.” Walking forward the cauldron, Asmodeus then turns the chalice sideward, pouring the white stuff.

A little portion, enough to make someone falls on the allure of a woman. That’s what her thoughts hurled off. A soft explosion sound gives off and smoke rises.

“Perfect.” Her smile widens. Turning around, she faces Gorgon and walk towards her. “The concoction for our King is done. And it’s perfectly made.”

“Yes, Master.” Gorgon answers. Asmodeus then reaches her hand and touch the woman’s face. Its caress guises of allure and beckoning.

Moving forth, Gorgon locks her eyes to Asmodeus. “... Master...” she mumbles. “You did a great job, Gorgon. I am proud to take you away from the humans, and be my slave and my toy.”

Unexpected words heard from her, as Gorgon’s face show a little discomfort. “Now, let’s have a little fun, for I know you feel a bit lonely for what I’ve done.”

Cackling softly, Asmodeus leans to Gorgon and kisses her neck. Her hands hold on the robe and take it off. Gorgon did same thing, as she moans from the sensation Asmodeus gives.

“Mmmm… Master...” whispering passionately and softly, Asmodeus looks at Gorgon’s face. “You’re beautiful.”

Those words left Gorgon’s feelings fluff. Her hands cups Asmodeus’s face, and leaned to kiss her lips. Once more, but now only two both girls stark naked dances along the warmth of the room, both their voices echo with sensuality.

Flicking under the firepit, their desires and inner surge of lust drawn, while they look eye to eye.

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>> Going back to the castle, Asmodeus looks for the location of the Queen’s chamber. On her hand is a vial of perfume she must handed secretly.

It’s the concoction she made for the Queen to entice the King-to-be with her charms. As she comes forth to find the Queen’s chambers, “Asmodeus?” from behind her is a familiar voice.

Turning around, Abigor stands showing wonder on her looks as Asmodeus smiles. “Hi, Abigor.”

Greeting with glee, Asmodeus walks forward to the chambermaid. “What is it you want here? This isn’t the place for you to go?” her voice raised with doubt.

This is indeed the hallway forward to the chamber of the Queen. “Ah, I was about to visit the Queen... I will give her my gift.” Asmodeus’s plan suddenly crumbled.

She can’t just go over the Queen’s chamber without any prior summoning coming from the Majesty herself. “And you’re here to give it yourself? You are sure aware that no one, but the servants and confidants only can go through here?”

Busted. Asmodeus growled inwardly, having her seen by a servant under the Queen’s command is a problem. “I... I’m sorry I forgot.” She apologetically replied.

Abigor heaves a sigh as she walks past her. “I am aware you’re smart and cunning, Asmodeus. But this just one time only. Follow me.”

Hearing the words the servant gives, Asmodeus then sighs in relief and quickly follows. Arriving the Queen’s chambers, Abigor called over for the summoning.

Opening the door, three servants attending Astarte as she preps for the Gala. One of them is Gorgon, who secretly sneaks off Asmodeus as she entered inside.

“Your Majesty, Magistrate Asmodeus is here.” Abigor called. Astarte, currently attending by one of the servants putting a makeup, turns sideward while sitting in the vanity chair.

“Your Majesty.” She called and bows. “Asmodeus, what makes you come forth here?” Astarte asked. She then reaches out the vial to the Queen. “My gift for you, my Queen.”

Offering her handed gift to the Queen, Astarte gratefully takes it. “A perfume?”

“It’s a perfume for an impeccable woman like you. Your beauty is irresistible and can’t compare to anyone.”

Asmodeus replied with humbleness on her voice. “Thank you. I should try it.” Asking one of the servants, Astarte took a spray from her neck.

The flowery fragrance wafted over, as Asmodeus smirks. “It smells refreshing. Thank you for this, Asmodeus.”

Asmodeus humbly bows from the words of the Queen and left the Chamber right after. “I made it. Now, let’s just wait for the concoction to kick in. She should see the King-to-be, and make it out.”

Leaving the Chamber, she turns a little for a moment to look at Gorgon. “I’ll leave the rest to you, Gorgon.” Walking hastily away from the Chamber, the magistrate whispers those words.