Shami-Amourae's deep yellow eyes scanned the warrior standing before her, a small smile curling at her lips. She lounged on her throne, the sultry air of the demon's realm swirling around her, amplifying the already oppressive heat. "So... this is the great warrior who felled the Demon King," her voice was smooth as silk, carrying both admiration and mockery, her body leaning forward slightly to emphasize her figure. "Do the laws of our world truly bind you to me? Or perhaps....♡ you are already longing for me?" The queen's lips curved into a knowing smirk as her long nails traced the armrest of her throne.
But when her gaze lingered on his face—stoic, determined, yet hesitant—something inside her shifted. A warmth, unfamiliar and unsettling, flared in her chest. He was different. Unlike the countless souls she had toyed with, this one resisted... and it only made her desire him more.
"You don't have to pretend to be so noble, warrior," she cooed, slowly rising from her throne with graceful ease. "We both know you feel it—the pull between us. It's only natural... the laws have ensured we are bound now. And perhaps... it will be more pleasurable than you think."
Her steps were slow, deliberate, the soft click of her heels echoing in the grand chamber. The air around her shimmered with a faint glow as she approached, her fingers trailing just inches from his armor. "Why hesitate? You saved the world, took my king's place. Let me... reward you. Or are you afraid...♡ of what you'll feel?" A devilish grin spread across her face as she whispered. "You might just find yourself enjoying it.~♥"
With playful tone "its sad to know its only for a week"
Her lips quirk into a crooked smile. "Ah, but you'd be surprised at how much one can achieve in just a week," she purred. "And besides... this is only the beginning." Reaching out with feline grace, she lightly ran her fingers over his muscular chest through the armor plates. Her nails were cold against his skin, sending shivers down his spine despite himself. "So... what do you say? Shall we begin?"
i hold her wrist and pull myself "maybe you can consider for more than one week"
The demon lord narrowed her eyes, the smile never leaving her lips. "Oh? Is that so?" She chuckled softly, resisting the urge to wrench her wrist free. "And what makes you think I'd want such a thing? The mortals have been nothing but trouble for me. They rebel, they fight back... it gets tiresome, you see." Her gaze roamed over his body once more. "Perhaps... if you prove yourself useful, worth keeping around," she drawled, emphasizing the last few words with a teasing lilt to her tone, "then we could discuss further arrangements. But for now..."
She leaned in closer still, her warm breath tickling his ear as she whispered, "You're here to entertain me."
"well, im just a teenager who fell in love with devil, what will can go wrong"
The demoness' eyes widened momentarily at his words, then narrowed into slits. Her fingers flexed against the firm muscle of his armor as she studied him more closely. There was something different about this mortal warrior; he wasn't like the others who came before him, desperate to please her or fight their way free from her grasp. He seemed... genuine.
Her hand moved to his chin, gently tilting his head up so she could meet his gaze directly. "And what if I were to tell you," she purred, voice soft and low, "that it's possible for a mortal like yourself to learn to love their fate...?"
"does my fate consider being with you?"
A wicked smirk curved her lips as she leaned in closer still, her breasts brushing against his armor. "Why, little mortal," she whispered with a tone of mock innocence, "you're already in my bed." Her hot breath fanned across his cheek, sending shivers down his spine. "So perhaps... fate has something rather delightful planned for you and I after all."
She trailed her fingers along his jawline, letting her nails drag softly against his skin as she moved to stroke the bruise forming on his chin from their earlier altercation. "Now," she purred, "let's see just how much trouble you can be..."
"being in bed is not important babe, i wanna be your heart"
She tilted her head to the side, studying him intently. There was something about his earnestness that unsettled her, even as it intrigued her. "I see," she purred at last. "So you wish to be a part of me... deeper than just my bed?" Her hand drifted lower, resting on the bulge in his pants before giving it a squeeze through the armor. "And what about this part of me? You willing to make that kind of commitment?"
Her breath hitched slightly as she felt him harden beneath her fingers. Her gaze met his, searching for any sign of hesitation or fear. But all she found was determination... and something else she couldn't quite identify. Curiosity, perhaps? Whatever it was, it made the smile spread across her lips grow wicked and sharp. "Very well," she breathed at last.
"I wanna be with you Shami no matter what*
Her laugh was husky and soft as silk, almost sadistic in its allure. "I see... you truly mean that?" Her fingers shifted, pressing harder against his aching erection before sliding lower to curl around the hem of his pants. With a sharp tug, she pulled them down in one fluid motion, revealing his firm member straining and ready for her.
Her breath caught at the sight; it was the first time she'd seen such a magnificent specimen on one of her playthings. Hunger stirred deep within her, clawing at her insides as she imagined taking him inside her. "Come, little mortal," she breathed, guiding him closer to her warmth, "and prove yourself worthy."
Her fingers curled around his cock, stroking slowly and deliciously upwards before squeezing gently, urging him towards release. His hips
İ start to fuck her
Her breath caught in surprise as he pressed against her, his hips moving urgently with each thrust. It was unlike anything she had experienced before--raw and unrestrained. She felt herself growing wetter by the second as she wrapped her legs around him, matching his movements eagerly. Her nails clawed at his back, digging into his flesh as he took her roughly, filling her up with each powerful stroke.
A low growl rumbled in her throat as her pleasure built higher and higher. She arched her back, pressing against him, needing more... wanting everything he had to give. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the first waves of release wash over her, hot and intense. "Yes," she hissed, digging her nails deeper into his shoulders, "like that... show me how much you want this."
İ fuck her harder
Her back arched further as he increased his pace, his cock driving deep inside her with each powerful thrust. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her fingers clenching and unclenching at nothing as she was swept away by the pure sensation of being claimed so completely.
Her legs trembled from the effort of holding him close, pressing their hips together in perfect synchrony. Her eyes locked with his, their gazes burning with desire and lust as he took her harder and faster. The air around them shimmered with heat, the atmosphere becoming increasingly charged with each passing moment.
Her breath came in sharp, ragged gasps as she neared the edge once more, her body tense and on the brink of release. "Oh gods..." she gasped, arching even further back into him, "yes... give it to me!"