Fallen angel fun

Rabynya squirmed on the couch. Her breasts heaved as she entered the fourth hour of constant near-orgasmic pleasure.

"Please..." her breathy voice was so quiet it almost didn't reach Samson's ears.

Gray leaned down to trace a finger around her nipple, and whispered into her ear.

"What?"

She whimpered, her stomach convulsing as her body fought exhaustion.

"Please master, let me... finish."

Gray smiled. He wasn't going to let her off that easy. It wasn't every day that a demon had an angel calling him fucking master. He had a whole day of denial and not-quite-**** planned, starting with-

"Alyona, you may cum."

What the fuck?

"Looks like your free reign over my body has come to an end," Samson told Gray, using his own voice at last.

My free reign is what got us here. Now you're going to take away my prize? I swear, I am not without weapons to employ against you, human. I am a servant of the dark lord, and he-

"Cool your balls, demon man," Samson said, "We'll both get our prize, just in a more earthly realm."

They both looked down at an angel in rapture. The dam Gray had been building inside her for so long, from the moment they had left the basement and headed back to Samson's apartment in fact, was bursting. A moan so erotic it could have raised the dead burst from her lungs. Samson's dick pushed against the seam of his pants at the sight. The moment Alyona's body stopped convulsing, Samson followed through on his word.

"Alyona, turn around."

Presented with a perfect, angel ass Samson had **** but to fuck it. She was so turned on from hours of Gray-induced ultra-foreplay that he barely felt any resistance as he entered her vagina. It was honestly a let down.

"A little help here Gray?"

Oh, you want the tyrant's help, now?

"We're in this, er... her together dude."

Fair point.

A tingling sensation spread to his nether region, and Samson immediately noticed the sensation of her pussy arrive as he had originally expected. He also noticed that he had much more left over when he pushed in all the way.

"Did you just-" he started to ask.

Shh. No questions, more fucking.

Samson set to work and soon both he and Alyona were moaning once more.