In the dark bedroom, the orange firelight from the hearth reflected off the two bodies entangled on the sofa. Ethan was thoroughly tasting the delicate female body beneath him. He moved his hands downward, following the techniques he had perfected with Rias and the others. Holding her stockinged buttocks in a firm grip, he used his fingers to gently part her petals and inserted his tongue into the unshielded, dark spring.
"Don't... lick so deep... mmm... stop..." The wet, sliding sensation of his tongue sent a wave of primal fear through Serafall, causing her to struggle slightly. But when Ethan reached a certain critical point in her vaginal canal, her body pinned itself against him, her limbs twitching in an involuntary rhythm.
My head is getting dizzy... How can a tongue feel this good? It wasn't the blunt intrusion she had expected. His tongue was far gentler than his cock, and the flexible muscle could do things a solid shaft couldn't. Having only ever rubbed her own clitoris before, she was overwhelmed by the sensation of a tongue swirling inside her.
"A little... slower... ahhh... I like... the little bean there... I want... mmm..." The dazed girl let out sweet gasps and reached back with one hand to help Ethan part her folds. Ethan obliged, his thumb flicking against the engorged red bean. Each touch was like turning on a faucet of lust, causing her to drench him in nectar.
Ethan swirled his tongue, drinking in her wet joy. This unpredictable, teasing stimulation pushed her over the edge. Her eyes glazed over as she held his cock in her hands, pressing her cheek against the throbbing veins and licking the shaft with her tongue.
"Ahh... don't... don't play with me like this... it's too much... ugh..."
Ethan usually respected the girls' wishes, but under the influence of his instincts, he wanted to see her break. The more she begged with a trembling, tearful voice, the less he wanted to satisfy her. The layers of her internal walls squeezed his tongue, threatening to swallow it whole.
Her comfort licks and her weak voice fueled his excitement. He tore the hole in her stockings even wider. A third of her buttocks was now exposed, the white skin flushed pink. He pulled the cheeks apart, revealing her tiny, pink puckered hole trembling under his gaze.
He paused his assault on her front to let his tongue muscles rest and looked at her pink anus. Serafall was a God-level being; she didn't need to metabolize food like a mortal. Even without prep, this area was clean.
"It looks like you want it here more than the little bean, huh? It's opening and closing so cutely..."
"Ah, no... that place... mmm... it'll be dirty... ahhh... ugh..." Realizing she was losing her dignity, she stopped talking and focused on licking his cock. Her excuse didn't hold up, and they both knew it. Serafall had never used that "flower" since becoming a Maou.
Ethan held her hips firmly, dragging his tongue back and forth between her slit and her anus. His teeth occasionally nipped at her, adding layers to her pleasure. He decided to go for it. He wanted to open all three of her holes tonight.
He started with a circling lick to entice the muscle to relax. Then, he curled his tongue into a 'U' shape and poked it into her pink rosebud. Each time she gasped in pain, he pulled back. After a few repetitions, the muscle had been trained into an excited diameter, twitching with pleasure under his tongue.
Combined with his fingers digging into her front, Serafall lost control. Her eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and a low, long moan escaped her.
"Ahhh... I'm... I'm going... so strange... mmmgh—!"
"It seems you don't masturbate much, Serafall. You're coming just from this."
"Ethan... if you felt this... you'd know... mmm... this unreasonable pleasure... it's invading my brain... I can't stop it... eeeeya!"
"If you can talk that much, you still have energy. As expected of a Maou."
"Eh...?" Before she could react, Ethan swapped positions. His juice-soaked fingers shoved into her narrow rosebud while his tongue returned to her gushing slit. The thread in her mind snapped. Serafall squeezed her eyes shut, rubbing her face against his hot cock as she let out a jagged gasp.
A torrent of hot fluid drenched Ethan's face.
"That's a rare reaction, Serafall... I'm sorry for taking so long to find you. I'll make up for it now." He patted her twitching buttocks and flipped her over while her brain was still mush.
"Wait... wait a second..." Her pale arms pushed against his chest, but it was a caress rather than a rejection.
"What is it?" Ethan didn't rush. He stopped spreading her stockinged legs and began to knead her large, snowy breasts.
Serafall looked at him, her lips parted. Her gaze slid down to his cock—monstrous, veined, and pulsing with a violent heat. She couldn't believe her little sister had been taking that. Now, it was her turn. But before that...
"Weren't we... supposed to do it together?" Her face was flushed deep red. She reached out and gripped the shaft she couldn't fully close her hand around. "You need to... come once outside... or I'll be a failure as a Maou..."
Ethan felt a wave of warmth that had nothing to do with lust. He wanted her soul as much as her body. He kissed her forehead, smoothing her twin-tails out to her sides. He gave her a playful smile.
"Then... please use your feet to serve me, Serafall. I want to see your cute soles covered in my color. My size might be too much for your hands anyway, right?"
"Mmm..." Without hesitation, she nodded. She had heard rumors from Sona about Ethan's foot fetish. She was proud of her long, perfectly proportioned legs. To have them appreciated by Ethan made her heart swell with joy.
Ethan sat back to give her room. "Hehe, you always wear stockings around me, no matter the outfit. You've been waiting for this play, haven't you?"
"Ugh!" Serafall lashed out with a kick, her soft, stockinged sole making contact with Ethan's nose. Ethan didn't stop smiling. He grabbed the foot and licked the sensitive arch.
"Oh!" Serafall jerked.
"Are we starting from up here? I'll accept then."
"Honestly... you just bully people with your sweet words... you're the worst..." One leg was held high by Ethan, while the other reached down to tease his beast. She leaned against the sofa cushion, trying to focus on rubbing the thick head of his cock with her toes. "I hate you..."
Ethan was too busy worshiping her feet to care. His hot tongue licked her arch, making her toes curl and twitch. He took a toe into his mouth, sucking on it until she let out a broken moan.
Serafall forced herself to focus. If you ignored the flush on her cheeks, she looked as serious as a Maou at her desk. Dealing with the Red Dragon Emperor's dissatisfaction was, after all, a very important matter.
Her stockinged foot rubbed against the moist, purple glans of his cock. Her big toe traced the slit, the fabric soaking up his pre-cum.
"Hiss... your feet are amazing, Serafall. I'll let you take the lead."
"You're unbelievable..." Serafall sighed, but her lips curled into a seductive smile. She began to use both feet to sandwich his shaft, sliding them up and down with growing skill.
Ethan's cocky grin vanished, replaced by a focused, pained look of intense pleasure. Serafall's feet were magical, and she was determined to make the "Red Dragon" beg for mercy before she finally let him inside.