Azalea Valmont was the daughter of Count Valmont, born into a house once chosen to provide a queen for the Astrelle Kingdom.
From childhood she had studied, trained, and polished herself to be the perfect consort, her father's promise of the crown her guiding star.
But fate betrayed her. The crown prince, instead of choosing her, had fallen for the saintess, a lowborn orphan girl with no name or family, who captured his heart and was elevated to fiancée.
Humiliated and furious, Azalea nearly harmed the saintess, only to falter at the last moment. Instead, she was married off to Count Berlin, becoming the quiet joke of noble society.
The stress of that disgrace twisted into her flesh.
Whenever her husband touched her, her body betrayed her: a burning rash appeared wherever his fingers brushed him without gloves, fever gripped her the night before their wedding night, and once she fainted outright at his caress.
On Earth, this is called psychosomatic.
Yet here she was now, presenting her dripping pussy to Belial on a dining table, her ass twitching shamelessly against the wood, a place she never would have dreamed of desecrating.
"Mr. Belial, please… I want your cock inside me."
Her voice trembled, sultry and broken as she rubbed her swollen slit against the heavy shaft brushing her thighs.
Her body was on fire, her cunt wet and needy. His cock looked almost too delicious. 'Ahhh… I can't believe my first time will be in this filthy place, with a man I barely know.'
She bit her lip, her eyes glassy with lust. 'But anything is better than letting Berlin touch me.'
Belial's palm cracked against her ass, the sharp sting making her jolt forward with a moan.
"You dirty little lady… begging for my cock like that, and you still dare call yourself a noble?"
"I don't care!" she cried out, her back arching.
"I just want your thick penis, your seed!" She glanced back over her shoulder, hair wild, cheeks flushed.
"Make me pregnant, Mr. Belial~"
Belial laughed before gripping her ass tight. Slowly, he pressed his cock inside her virgin cunt, savoring the way she writhed beneath him.
Her pussy stretched painfully around him, resisting and trembling, until he felt her hymen. With one hard thrust, he tore through it, and she screamed.
"AHHHH!!! It hurts!" Azalea's body shook, her nails clawing at the table.
He leaned down, teeth brushing her ear, and whispered hotly, "It's fine, my lady. The pain will disappear once I move."
His words slithered into her mind, calming her trembling heart. She breathed, adjusted, and soon her body yielded.
Belial began to move, slow but steady, groaning as her tight pussy hugged him. Her wetness made his thrusts glide, and soon her cries turned from pain to wild pleasure.
"Belial! Ahhh—hahh!!! That's it! More, press that place more!"
Her hair clung to her sweaty face, drool spilling from her lips as her moans broke apart.
Belial said little, but his thrusts grew slower and drove deeper, hitting her sweet spot each time.
Her pussy spasmed, gripping tighter and tighter, as if trying to lock him inside.
"Hahh… your pussy feels amazing," he growled, pulling all the way to the tip before slamming back in hard, making her gasp and scream.
"BELIALLL!!! HNNGGHHH!!!"
Her whole body tensed. Suddenly her cunt convulsed, gushing, squirting messily over the table and his cock.
"Ohh? You came just like that?" Belial laughed, his long hair coming loose from its tie, spilling wildly around his shoulders as he fucked her through it.
Azalea's pussy twitched madly after her climax, milking him, clenching around his cock like it wanted to drink him dry.
Belial held her hips firm, the veins on his neck straining as he let the pleasure consume him as he kept moving like a wild animal.
"AHHHNNN~ AHHH!!!"
Azalea's voice broke into wild moans, her throat raw, her body shuddering. She had lost count of how many times she had come already, yet Belial hadn't spilled once.
Her whole body burned, her pussy aching from overstimulation, yet each climax only lifted her higher, as if she were falling into endless heavens.
Belial gripped one of her legs and hooked it onto the table, forcing himself deeper. His thrusts grew brutal, a blur of movement, his cock hammering into her womb as her eyes rolled back.
"BEL! HAHHH!!! I'M GOING INSANE!" she screamed, her cries drowned by the storm outside.
Her toes curled, her feet barely touching the ground, resting instead against the polish of his shoe.
"What's wrong, my lady?" he groaned, breath heavy. "You said you wanted to fuck me, didn't you?"
His hand slapping her reddened ass, another mark added to the dozens already burning there.
Her body jolted, trembling violently. Her eyes went wide, tears clinging to the corners.
"Com-comiingghhhh!!!"
Her cunt clenched around him so fiercely it almost made him cum. Belial grunted, pausing to ride out the wave as he felt her walls twitching and squeezing like a vise.
He seized her hand, spun her body to face him, and rammed back in without mercy.
Her breasts bounced wildly with every thrust, nipples slick with sweat.
Her flushed face twisted, tongue lolling, her expression nothing but pure lust making him so happy as his victim now increased.
She was now corrupted by him.
Belial pinched her nipples hard, stretching them wide, and she spasmed with a cry as her pussy tightened again.
Belial's laugh was low, dripping with mockery. "Look at you… Lady Azalea. A count's daughter screaming like a bitch in heat. You'd fetch a fortune in a brothel. All I do is twist your nipple, and your cunt strangles me like it wants to keep me inside."
"AHHH!!! HNGG! Bel— I-I CAN'T ANYMORE!"
She sobbed, drool trailing from her lips, her body shuddering with overstimulation. She was at her limit, and yet her pussy convulsed as if begging for more.
"What are you saying?" Belial snarled, hips driving harder. "I haven't even cum once."
He rammed deep, the head of his cock slamming against her womb. Azalea convulsed violently, her eyes rolling white as a strangled scream tore out of her throat.
Belial bit down on his lip, savoring the relentless spasms around his cock. Her juices mixed with his precum, a sloppy mess dripping down her thighs and pattering onto the floor.
His red eyes glowed in the storm's flickering light as he pounded her mercilessly as he was getting closer to climax.
His shaft swelled inside her, twitching. Azalea gasped in shock, nails digging deep into his back as she felt it pulse.
"Ahhh…! It's— it's bigger!" she whimpered.
Belial growled into her ear. "I'll cum inside you, my lady. But it's a shame…" he smirked, grinding into her deepest point, "I can't make you pregnant."
With a guttural grunt, he drove in one final time and spilled. Hot, thick semen flooded her womb, pouring until it spilled out, dripping in heavy strands down her thighs.
"Ahhh… hngg~ so warm…" she murmured, eyes hazy, body trembling as the liquid overflowed her stretched cunt. "It's so much… amazing…"
Belial smirked, hair disheveled, chest rising with sharp breaths. "But this isn't over, my lady. The night is still young."
Azalea's body quivered at his words, her face pale with exhaustion, yet her lips curved into a delirious grin. She was ready to be ruined again.