Good is Bad, Bad is Good

Azara hummed into my mouth, pleasure quaking through her as she felt my cock begin to swell through my pants against her thick ass, lust rushing through me as my hips grind against her.

My hand slides down her toned belly, deftly slipping inside her skirt and finding her exposed pussy, dripping with desire as two of my thick fingers slip inside her. Her breath hitches as her mind runs wild with desire, filling my own through our unholy connection.

"Yes... yes... please... Husband" She whispers her eyes fluttering as her hands stroke my cheek, her chest heaving with laborious breaths, her body tight with need. And a smile rips across my face, 'Husband' sounds so delicious coming from her lips as my heart beats faster. In her own mind happiness ripples across Azara, loudly, she loves being my Wife, loves the space she occupies by my side, there is nothing she wants more in life.

Slowly I work my fingers in and out of her, curling inside her to find her sweetest spot, her body holding no secrets to me, and she knows this, intimately. My free hand rises to grip her by the throat possessively as a moan explodes from her lips.

"Husband" She moans as her pussy drips with pleasure, with satisfaction, running down her legs marking her lust for me as my fingers increase their ministrations, grinding inside her harder, and faster. Her knees begin to shake, her body trembling as her breathing becomes ragged, her hand gripping my forearms tight as she struggles to hold back.

"Ah, Ah, AHHHH" She moans as suddenly her pussy erupts around my fingers, gripping me tight as her g-spot is assaulted by my fingers. Her pussy squirting her satisfaction over the floor as her eyes flutter and roll back in her head.

"Good girl, Azara" I growl into her ear as her cheeks flush with happiness, her body quivering in my grasp. Her mind completely open to me and flooding with what I can only describe as love.

Without giving her pause, I press her down to bend her over her desk with casual ease, opening her legs with a brush of my knee eliciting a gasp of delight. With one hand pressed on the back of her neck, my other hand yanks her skirt up over her ass revealing her pussy to me.

My hand roams over her tight ass, sinking delightfully into her cheeks as she purrs with pleasure, enjoying my touch as I savour her body.

"Thank you, Husband" She whispers, her hands gripping the table in anticipation, "Please... fuck me... fuck your wife... i've been a good girl, Husband" She begs her voice hungry for more, her mind ravenous inside my own with desire.

Removing my hand from her gorgeous ass I unbuckle my belt and pull my trousers open, allowing my gargantuan cock to spring free in the air, watching her with my blood red eyes as she bites her lip, her heart racing.

In truth after three months of sex with what can only be described as my harem; Azara, Amy, Julia, Helena, and Angela, my body had fully grown into its demonic potential. My strength was unimaginable, I could rend steel in my hands if I wished, I could run faster than sound, could leap vast distances in a single bound, bullets, blades, even bombs, felt like falling leaves upon my skin, I could go weeks with no rest or food without it affecting me, my senses were so sharp that it took an intense focus not to be overwhelmed for I could smell falling rain from miles away, hear the beating wings of a fly from even further, could see in perfect darkness, and even see the sweat bead on a persons brow from a mile away with perfect detail. Physically I towered over even the most burly and athletic humans, my face was devilishly attractive, and my cock had swelled in size to over twice its size when I was a human. I truly was no longer human in any way, and Azara revelled in my glory.

My cock throbbed in the air, precum running down its length as I settled it between her ass cheeks, its girth spreading them apart as she wiggled her ass, begging to be fucked, her insatiable desire for sex palpable.

"Please Master.... Please fuck your slutty wife, show her your power" She begged as the head of my cock teased her entrance, even as I felt a pair of eyes upon us, watching us. Even as I could hear a pair of fingers working on someone's pussy from the other side of her classroom door, could smell the sweetness of arousal from our voyeur. And Azara could feel it too.

_'Give her a show, show her how you dominate your wife, show her how you pleasure her... Master' _Azara begged in my mind as her nails sank into the desk, and my cock began to work its way inside her pussy, the heat of her sex blanketing my thick member.

Azara moaned loudly, her body tensing and arching as my cock invaded her. Her pussy was completely moulded to my size, but still gripped like a vice as inch after inch slowly filled her to her limit, her pussy stretching around my huge girth, only my innate demonic sorcery allowing such a thing to be possible without pain.

"Ahhhhhhhh" She cried as the threw her head back against my hand, her eyes rolling in her head as her mouth opened wide, her knees shaking, ass quaking as my cock continued to fill her more and more, "Yesssssssss, yessssss Master! Fill me! Fill your slutty wife!" She cried as she suddenly bit down on her lip to muffle her pleasure as best she could.

My hand gripped her wide hips as I pulled her back as over half my cock was inside her, a subtle bulge appearing over her stomach as she was stretched to her limit, and with a brutal thrust forward I sank the rest of my mammoth member inside of her, gripping her hair firmly with my other hand and pulling her head back further, the buttons of her shirt flying open as her huge tits burst free from their confines to swing in the air.

Her mind screamed at mine, out connection heightening our joint pleasure, she felt what I felt, and I felt what she felt. Her cervix yielded to me as my cock crashed through it, defiling her unholy womb with my massive size, her belly bulging, her legs shaking as a second orgasm rocked her body violently. My own body trembled with the pleasure, out bond having only grown deeper and deeper over our months together, even more so after our marriage as unholy Husband, and Wife.

'Ruin me Master, ruin me and breed your wife, please, please show her the pleasures of submission to you' Azara begged as her voice echoed in my mind.

Gladly I answered.

Gripping her hair and hip more firmly, I pulled back, a loud 'schlck' filling the room as my length exited her pussy, and without warning I slammed my full length back into her, the air knocked out of her lungs as she moaned loudly. Again and again I slammed into her, the table shaking beneath us as my hands left red marks on her olive skin, the loud slaps of my now apple sized balls against her ass growing wetter and wetter as our arousal coated her pussy and my cock with lust.

Behind us, our spy watched, we could hear what no other Human could, smell what no other Human could smell, and our little spy was filled with lust as she watched her teachers fuck each other with animalistic passion. The sound of her dainty fingers slamming into her pussy filling our ears.

Spurred on I gave Azara no rest, over and over I fucked her pussy with wild abandon, as Azara's moans became louder and louder, her knees buckling as she was trapped between her desk and my hips, no where to go, and nothing to do except take this rough fucking.

"Husband! Ahhhhh yessss!" She cried as another orgasm rushed through her, her nails scratching deep gouges in her table as her whole body shook and convulsed in my grasp, my own orgasm fast approaching, heat building inside of me as again and again I felt her whole pussy stretch along my cock, her belly bulging with every brutal thrust.

With one final brutal thrust my cock speared her womb, filling her entirely as a vast volume of cum rushed down my cock, painting her deepest parts white with my fertile seed. Azara's eyes fully rolled back in her head as body jittered and jerked upon me.

Cum filled her womb, overflowing as it began to gush down her thighs, marking her as my own even as it began to subtly pool at her shaking feet. Her panting filling the room as my cock began to still within her.

Azara's tight sexual body collapsed against the table, her breathing heavy as she pulled her hair behind her ear, exposing her neck as she turned to look up at me. Her eyes, now deep yellow, glowing with unadulterated affection.

"Thank you, Master" She hummed as I reached forward to stroke her cheek, pulling my cock from her pussy, leaving it gaping and gushing.

"For you, my love... anything" I whispered, pulling her up and into my strong arms, pinning her against my chest as I kissed her deeply and passionately. And warmth burst across her chest.

In the months that followed her life threatening injury, as she slowly recovered with me by her side, something had changed in her, something deep to her core. Where once there was naught but pure loyalty, devotion, and desire, something deeper had grown, something softer, something raw and exposed, something uniquely undemonic.

Her heart had changed, and the change had been solidified when we had been Wed together. On the face of it, it helped to keep our covers, but deeper than that it had cemented this change in her, where once she had the heart of a demon of lust, and I was her master. Now... now love had marked her heart, and spilled out from her towards me, and the change was palpable not just between us, but to those closest to us.

My demoness had learned to love, and now, with her looking up into my eyes, her hands clinging to my chest tenderly, her body moulding against mine, our hearts beating as one.

It was undeniable.