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Chapter 647: Chapter 646- An Aunt Offers her Little Hole

One of the commanders — braver than the rest, older, a scarred demon general who had served through three wars — looked up. His face was carefully blank. His eye twitched.

Nora stopped.

The crow flew.

Its wings beat against the air — a sharp, startled sound that cut through the silence. The bird launched from the windowsill and disappeared into the red sky of the demon realm. It would fly. It would land. It would report what it had heard to whoever had sent it. And what it had heard was:

’One of the five heavenly demons was made to lick a human’s cock.’

Nora’s head dropped.

Her chin hit her chest. Her ash-grey hair fell forward, covering her face. Her hands gripped the cracked armrests. Her shoulders shook. The trembling was visible — the heavenly demon’s body, the body that had never been touched by a man, the body that had been above such things for her entire ancient existence — was shaking.

”YOU BASTARD!”

Her fist came down. The armrest didn’t crack this time — it shattered. The black stone exploded into fragments that flew across the war chamber. Dust settled. The commanders flinched but held their positions.

”You just WAIT,” she hissed through her teeth. Her crimson eyes burned from behind her curtain of grey hair. ”I WILL kill you.”

She sat there. Head down. Hands on the broken armrests. Trembling with rage and shame and the taste of cock on her tongue.

She didn’t know about the crow.

She didn’t know that within days, every demon in the realm — from the highest general to the lowest foot soldier — would know that Nora, one of the five heavenly demons, had been forced to her knees by a human sex demon and made to lick his cock.

She didn’t know that the rumor would spread like plague through the demon cities, through the brothels, through the war councils, through the Demon King’s court itself.

She didn’t know that her title — the Untouched Heavenly Demon, the woman who had been above physical desire for three thousand years — was already dead.

She sat on her broken throne and tasted cock and planned murder.

The human realm. Aldoria Kingdom.

Far from the capital. Deep in the forest. In a cave that smelled of sex and blood and copper and rain.

Two women were mourning.

Not the mourning of grief — not entirely. The mourning of surrender. The mourning of bodies that had been pushed past endurance and were now operating on fumes. The mourning of women who had lost something they could not name and gained something they did not want.

Viktor was inside both of them.

His tail — the incubus appendage, scaled and prehensile — was buried in Evriana’s cunt. The thick, vibrating length filled her vaginal canal, the constant low-frequency pulsation making her walls clench and release in rhythmic waves. Her heavy tits hung beneath her, swaying with each involuntary contraction. Milk dripped from her dark nipples in thin, continuous streams.

His cock was in the demon woman.

Buried to the root in her ass — the second hole he had claimed, the tighter one, the one that made her scream louder. His hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the blue skin, leaving white marks where the pressure was deepest. He thrust. Long, deep, deliberate strokes — not the rapid piston-fucking of earlier, but the slow, grinding, ’I-am-taking-my-time-with-you’ rhythm of a man who had already broken them and was now enjoying the wreckage.

PAH. PAAH.

The demon woman sobbed.

”Please — mercy — please —”

Her face was pressed against the stone. Her long-nippled tits were mashed flat, the bitten peaks grinding against the rock with each thrust. Her ass was raised — presented, spread, the blue cheeks parted around his cock. Her anal entrance was stretched taut around his girth, the pink flesh pulled white at the edges. Her cunt — still swollen, still leaking his earlier load — was visible beneath, the lips parted, the cum dripping in slow, thick strings.

He thrust deep. Held. Ground his hips in a circle.

”AAGH~!!♡!!”

”What is your name?” he asked.

His voice was calm. Conversational. The tone of a man asking a question over dinner, not while buried balls-deep in a woman’s ass.

She was crying. The tears ran down her cheeks, pooled on the stone, mixed with the sweat and cum and saliva that already covered the ground. She tried to speak. The words came out broken.

”L-Lucia—”

PAH PAAH!!

”AAAHH~!!♡♡!!”

He fucked her harder. The name — the giving of it, the surrender of identity — triggered something in him. The thrusts became faster. Deeper. His balls swung forward, slapping her cunt with each stroke, the impact pushing air from her lungs.

”Lucia,” he repeated. The name rolled off his tongue. ”Lucia. Lucia. Lucia.”

Each repetition matched a thrust. Each thrust drove deeper. Her body jerked with each impact — her ass rippling, her tits scraping, her fingers clawing at nothing.

”LUCIA~!!♡♡!! I CAN’T — MORE — PLEASE — AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

He pulled out of Lucia. Turned to Evriana.

His tail slid from her cunt with a wet, sucking sound — the vacuum-breaking ’pop’ of a prehensile organ being withdrawn from a stretched, sensitive canal. Evriana whimpered. Her pussy clenched on nothing. Gaped. The walls spasming, trying to grip something that wasn’t there.

His cock found her ass.

The head pressed against her anal entrance — the tight, never-penetrated hole that had been spared until now. Her thick, pale Catorian-built ass cheeks spread around his cockhead. The flesh dimpled inward, resisted, held.

Evriana’s internal thoughts collapsed.

’He is — he is pressing against my — that hole — that is — that is for—’

’That is for poop.’

’Why is he — NO — he can’t — it won’t fit — it HURTS —’

”Wait — no — not there — that’s not — VIKTOR — PLEASE—”

He pushed.

PAAAH!!

”AAAAAIIIIEEEE~~~!!!♡♡♡!!!”

Her sphincter surrendered. The tight ring of muscle stretched — not gently, not slowly, but with the brutal, one-stroke, ’I-am-in’ force that Viktor applied to every hole he took. His cock drove into her anal canal. The walls — dry, tight, never-touched — were pulled apart. The friction was immense. Her body seized.

’It is inside my shit hole,’ she thought, and the thought was so vulgar, so base, so far from anything the princess-sword-warrior had ever conceived, that her mind nearly broke from the realization alone.

’Wait — this is for poop — it HURTS — he — he fucked Dara there too—’

The memory surfaced.

’Last night. She had seen it. The cook — the commoner girl Dara — bent over the rock, her modest plump tits pressed flat, her round ass in the air. Viktor’s cock had been in Dara’s ass. Driving in and out. The same hole. The same position. And Dara — Dara had been ENJOYING it. Moaning. Pushing back. Her face — flushed, slack-jawed, tongue out — the expression of a woman who had found something she liked.’

’But Evriana was crying.’

”IT HURTS~!!♡♡!! VIKTOR — PLEASE — STOP — IT’S TOO — AAAHH~!!♡♡♡!!!”

”It’s tight,” he said.

His voice was warm. Appreciative. The tone of a man tasting a fine wine, not destroying a princess’s asshole.

”I’m enjoying it.”

Three words. Spoken with genuine pleasure. And they did something to Evriana that the pain couldn’t — they made her realize that her suffering was his enjoyment.

That her tight, virgin, never-used hole was giving him pleasure.

That her agony was his gratification.

’Ugh...I can bear it... if he likes...’