There was darkness in the bedroom. The cornice over the cracked panoramic window was swinginging and the curtain moved to one side. While Velial was walking around the mansion, the owner of the house lit a fireplace and made a wide bed for the guest to sleep comfortably.
Asmodei stopped the butterfly before she could approach the bed. He moved to the back of the bed and hugged her. Velial came to his back to his chest. Asmodei took the red curls aside and kissed her, biting and sucking on her tender skin, leaving red marks on her. His free hand stroked the breasts that had not formed until Velial's nipples swollen with his touch. Then, as if playing, Asmodei began to kiss the other side of her neck, and his hand penetrated under the garter belt. His hand slid down, and the moan from Velial's lips involuntarily fell off. It was a long time ago that no one touched her where the Count's hand now masters.
Velial opened her eyes and only now noticed that they were standing in front of the mirror. Asmodey seemed to be a black shadow behind her. The butterfly's red hair was in disarray, and the jester makeup on her face was sweating and falling apart, but the blue eyes shone like two sapphires. They were shining as before, for now Velial was doing what she really wanted to do, enjoying the pleasure of someone who was ready to give it to her.
Asmodey stepped aside and gave her his hand so that the butterfly could burst into bed, tucked in black silk. At first, he just watched her standing on the bed, sliding over silk sheets in her shameless thin stockings, correcting her hair as if she were showing the count the result of his efforts - red spots and stripes on her tender neck.
Having enjoyed the sight, Asmodei began to pull his clothes off. Gloves, shirt, neck scarf, blouse, belt, boots, trousers. Things flew one by one to the floor, exposing the Count's strong body, and during this process Asmodei did not take his eyes off Velial's eyes for a second, even when she sat down on her knees to make it easier to watch.
When Asmodei joined her, the butterfly lay on top of him and kissed him hard and hard, smearing the remains of red lipstick on his lips, wrapping his neck with her whitewash.
- Do you love me, Satan Asmodei? - Velial asked with an insidious smile on her lips, wriggling with her whole body and kissing the man's chest.
- It hurts, - the Count said. - This is my curse...
- Well, - the butterfly grinned, descending down the Count's body and covering his skin with cold kisses.
Asmodeus shuddered when Velial's lips touched his loins. With thin butterfly fingers the butterfly embraced his strained dick and coquettishly licked it. The count wrinkled the silk sheets with his hands and exhaled noisily. Velial took his organ in her mouth and began to slide her lips up and down, rhythmically, helping her tongue. She did it not without pleasure - at last the butterfly managed to knock this impassive expression off Satan Asmodey's face. He moaned and breathed noisily, his chest was rising in the same rhythm as Velial's movements. Both lust and flour were reflected on the Count's face in equal shares.
The butterfly mocked Asmodeus, who was completely in her power, and saddled him. Velial did not let anyone in for a long time, but now she wanted it herself. It was slippery and damp between her slender legs, wrapped in stockings. A member of the count entered her, and Velial was trembling with delight. It was nice to keep his organ in his mouth, but it was even more pleasant to keep it in his bosom.
Asmodei wrapped his butterfly's hips around his hands, lifted them slightly and began to move rhythmically inside it, and Velial groaned with pleasure and moved to meet him. Their hips came into contact with wet patches faster and faster, until the moans of two demons filled the room. Velial was almost screaming. Now she was ready to praise Asmodei's skills, because for a long time she had not experienced anything like that. But Velial would not have been Satan the Pride if she had praised him once.
