She loves it

Just as you begin to plant your cock inside her, you see Cecelia looking back to you, her face flushed with lust. Tightening your grip on her hair, you slid your dick in. Without any foreplay Cecelia had gotten herself so wet that you enter her effortlessly. The noble slut moans and leans back into you, greedily taking as much of your cock as she can.

You grab her hip and begin thrusting. Cecelia loves it. She sounds like a whore when she screams, her gasps and moans must fill the entire estate. You let go of her hair to give her a proper spanking. Cecelia's ass check quickly becomes red from your ****.

You see that Eisheth has materialized in front of the bed, circling her cunt with one hand, playing with her tit with the other. Another day you'll probably share Cecelia with your most valued servant, but not today. Today Cecelia is all yours.

Cecelia gives out a high pitch cry, as her arms collapse and her head falls onto the bed. You struggle to keep a firm grip as her legs convulse, but continue to fuck her properly.

You slow down for a moment and tell Cecelia to give you her arms. She brings them behind her back and you grab hold of her wrists. The straps on each wrist magically combine to tie her arms together. Cecelia's ability to move her hands has become severely limited, but you feel that she likes it this way.

You feel yourself reaching your end and increase your pace. Your thrusts become erratic as you try to obtain that most wonderful release. You close your eyes as you finish, filling Cecelia with cum for the first of many times. You give two more weak thrusts before pulling out.

Cecelia remains in position, her hands still tied behind her back. You gently push her ass to the bed and she looks up at you, her hair more messy than ever. You collapse onto the bed beside her.

"Demon" you command "bring me some water."

Eisheth appears to your side, holding a mug of cold water. You quickly finish the mug only to find that it refills itself almost instantly. You place the mug down and turn towards Cecelia. She was still panting from the experience.

You lay in the bed as your cock slowly becomes flaccid. You were the Viscount and commanded a legion of demons. With their power you could affect the very fabric of reality. You would never again be just a lowly farmer hand, slowly teaching himself Latin to read a spellbook, you were now the most powerful man in the world, you were a king.