In the Northern Lands, Odin was deep in thought, strategizing how to compensate Ethan to minimize the fallout from the Loki incident. In the Heavens, Michael—though certain Ethan wouldn't hold a true grudge—prepared the Holy Dragon-Slaying Sword as an apology. He had failed to gift it before, and seeing no use for it himself, it served as a perfect peace offering.
The only one truly at ease was Shemhazai. The relationship between the Fallen Angels and Ethan was complicated; while intimate through Raynare and the other girls, a massive rift remained due to Ethan's past slaying of Azazel. Fortunately, Vali's group had been cooperative, and Kuroka's personal "offering" of herself had finally allowed Shemhazai to breathe a sigh of relief.
Ethan, however, had no intention of causing trouble for the Fallen Angels or Michael. His entire focus was consumed by the seductive Maou currently beneath him.
As Ethan's breathing grew heavy and ragged, Serafall's toes parted slightly beneath her black stockings. She clamped his frenulum between her toes, pushing upward toward his lower abdomen while her other foot rhythmically massaged his heavy balls.
A violent urge to climax surged through Ethan's brain. When he looked into Serafall's eyes with a silent plea, he was met only with a voice that mixed calm authority with a hint of playful malice.
"I don't want to be stained by a 'scumbag' like you just yet. Why don't you experience what it's like to have that thick, scorching fluid desperate to escape but trapped inside?"
"A 'scumbag' will do anything to satisfy his desires, you know," Ethan narrowed his eyes, his voice dropping an octave. "Maybe a certain Maou who was just licked into a messy orgasm and is now lying weak beneath him should choose her words more carefully. Or perhaps... are you intentionally provoking me to be rough with you?"
"Eh... wait..."
The reminder of her vulnerable position broke her sense of control. Serafall's dazed expression shifted as if waking from a dream, but it was too late.
Ethan grabbed both of her silken feet, forcing the toes together and arching the soles to create an erotic "foot-canal." Using her feet like a living masturbation sleeve, he shoved his cock into the gap and began a brutal, rapid stroking motion.
The shame of being used as an object, combined with the hard, searing heat friction against her soles, fermented into a lewd moan that spilled from her lips.
"Nngh... ahh... stop... so hot... mmm..."
"You say you don't want to be stained, but your stockings were drenched in your own juices long ago. You were petting me so diligently just a second ago... what a hypocritical Maou."
Ethan thrust his cock relentlessly through the stocking-lined foot-crevice. Even as his own climax neared, he had the breath to tease the voluptuous black-haired girl trembling beneath him. Serafall covered her face with her arm, her mouth hanging open like a gasping fish, her total defeat serving as a silent permission for Ethan's depravity.
He originally intended to blast his load across her face, but at the last moment, he changed his mind. If I cover her face now, she'll go completely cross-eyed. If she loses her senses, she won't be able to enjoy the next stage...
But just her feet wasn't enough.
"Those high heels... they look promising."
He leaned down and snatched up the dark blue heels that had been discarded on the carpet earlier.
"Serafall, watch closely."
He pulled her arm away from her eyes, dangling the elegant shoe before her. Then, pinning her silken feet down, he hammered his hips into her foot-canal a dozen more times. With a sudden tensing of his muscles, a thick, scorching torrent of life essence erupted, jetting straight into the waiting high heel.
Haa... haa...
The environmental magic in the room shifted again. The sound of heavy rain lashing against the window created a sense of cold isolation, but by the fireplace, the two merged figures felt only a burning fever.
Ethan slowly smeared the remaining cream from his glans onto Serafall's soles. His heavy, predatory gasps filled her ears. Her lower body was entirely numb; her feet, used so roughly by Ethan, remained clamped in that "foot-canal" shape, as if they had been permanently trained to be his specialized toys.
"Your foot-hole is incredible... look, you squeezed so much out of me."
Ethan chuckled, picking up the other shoe and pouring the steaming, viscous fluid from the first shoe into the second. Having saved this "essence" for nearly two months, the load was thick, yellowish, and massive. The delicate heels felt visibly heavier, and Serafall shuddered at the thought of that volume being pumped inside her.
"Serafall, put them on for me, okay?" Ethan smiled.
"You... pervert..."
She forced the words out, looking as though she might cry from the sheer shame. Ethan reached out to stroke her hair, but she lightly brushed his hand away. Supporting her weak body, she rose from the sofa. Under the firelight, she stepped her trembling toes into the shoes. The thick, white fluid acted as a lubricant, and as her feet slid in, the cream overflowed from the heels.
"Ugh—"
The squelching sensation against her soles felt like the melting tentacles of a strange creature. The heat reminded her of when Ethan had sucked on her toes. Standing in heels filled with his semen required every ounce of her strength; the shameful heat rushed to her brain.
Ethan stood and wrapped his hands around her slender waist. "If you can still stand... let's do it like this." He pressed his hot lower body against her tight buttocks.
"No... I can't..." Serafall pressed his hands to stop them. Her eyes were swimming with moisture. "It's my... first time. I can't hold this pose..."
"I didn't think a Maou would be so fragile. How about this then..."
Ethan sat back on the sofa and pulled her into his lap. He shoved two fingers into her mouth, pinching her soft tongue and pulling it slightly out past her lips. "If you can't stand, sitting shouldn't be a problem."
"Mmm... ugh—"
Serafall's gaze became instantly erotic. She began to lick and suck on Ethan's fingers with a lewd, wet desperation.
"You're quite the lustful Maou, aren't you? Just a little bit of 'development' and every cell in your body is begging for me to ruin you."
"I'm... haa... not..." Her words were sticky with desire. She looked like a little puppy, her red tongue darting out to lick his fingertips. She didn't even wait for instructions before leaning forward to swallow his fingers whole, swirling her tongue around them with an obvious intent to please.
Ethan squinted his eyes in satisfaction. He didn't want the "formal" session to start too easily. He feigned withdrawing his fingers, and Serafall instinctively followed, pulling herself closer to his chest.
"You've had enough fingers. Let's change the flavor."
He pulled his glistening fingers out and kissed her forcefully. His tongue bypassed her teeth without resistance, plundering her saliva. Serafall was breathless, her face a mask of ecstasy. He forced her legs open, and she surrendered her weight to him, the friction of her thighs providing a silken delight.
It's time.
Ethan felt the shift in her breathing. Her body temperature spiked, turning a vivid peach-pink. Faint red currents of magic began to swirl around them. Unlike her battle magic, this was the unconscious power of a Maou in heat—a field designed to strip away intellect and leave only primal bestiality. A Maou's mating was a forceful event, intended to ensure conception through high-intensity union.
Unfortunately for her, Ethan's strength far exceeded hers. Her magic couldn't touch his mind. If she wanted his child, she'd have to work much harder.
Ethan stood up, lifting her by her buttocks. Her legs wrapped around his waist out of habit. With a sharp rip, he tore the stockings at her crotch, pulling one leg up until her knee hit her chest.
"Haa... slurp..." Her tongue tangled with his. Saliva trailed down, wetting her large, firm breasts. Their private parts were pressed together so tightly that no visual was needed; her engorged, pulsing folds were already sucking at the head of his cock like a hungry mouth.
Ethan took a breath and lunged upward.
He filled her narrow, wet canal in an instant. A cry of pain quickly transitioned into a high-pitched, melodic moan of pleasure. He began to slam into her pubic bone. Everything tonight had been a prelude to this. The "dragon" began to plow the depths that fingers and tongues could never reach.
Serafall's internal walls were like a helpless child before a heavyweight boxer. It was an overwhelming, one-sided ravaging. As he pounded into the Maou girl, her face became a mess of tears and saliva, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Clap, clap, clap—
The sound of wet flesh echoed. Ethan's hips hammered against her, and their junction sprayed glistening fluids.
"Eee... eeeyahhh!"
His balls slapped against her petals with every thrust. The purple-red shaft moved with arrogant dominance. He barely pulled out an inch before slamming back into her sensitive cervix, making her scream. Whenever he tried to pull back further, her internal muscles clamped down like thousands of tiny hands, refusing to let him go.
"When you're in heat, you're just like a little dog, Serafall. Only a bitch locks a cock inside her like this."
"Haa... haa... I'm not... your little bitch... nngh... I just... lost to your cock... I can't help it!"
Serafall couldn't even form a coherent sentence. Her dignity was gone. Her black hair was a mess as she let her tongue hang out, a wanton, satisfied smile on her face.
"Is that so? I defeated Leviathan, one of the Four Great Maous... I should record this as a souvenir."
He dug his fingers into her buttocks through the stockings. He squeezed and kneaded her flesh until she began to vibrate with electricity. Her internal walls suddenly spasmed, the vacuum-like suction gripping his veined shaft.
"So tight... you were built to drain a man dry, weren't you?"
Ethan gritted his teeth. Even with his stamina, he was reaching his limit against her high-intensity "juicing" machine. He gave a few more powerful thrusts against the virgin walls of her womb. Finally, as the girl in his arms let out a high-pitched, erotic wail, he held her tight and erupted for the second time today.
"Ah... haa... haa..."
Serafall looked dazed and slightly lost, her eyes staring blankly into his. Deep inside, her cervix pulsed, hungrily sucking up the scorching fluid.