A dense musk of sex, sweat and ammonia lingered in the room as Asmodeus gripped the plump hips of Lumina, his wife. His fingers sank ever so faintly into the flesh, now covered in countless deep purple marks shaped like fingers.
"Hnnng!?"
The obscene moans of his wife echoed throughout the room, masking the vulgar pop as he slowly dragged his half-erect mass from her swollen asshole.
'What an amazing ass...'
Her opening rippled while messily dribbling with sticky threads of his seed.
"Did you like that, my dear wife?"
Lumina remained folded beneath him for several breaths, her silver hair scattered over the sheets while her eight arms lay in varying states of exhaustion around her. One hand weakly reached backwards, pressing against the bruised swell of her ass as though confirming that it still belonged to her.
"Did I like it...?" she repeated, voice hoarse from screaming.
Then she turned her head enough to glare at him from the corner of one garnet eye.
