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Then he rolled her over again, making her ass turn towards him.

He bent over her as he plowed his thick, pulsating cock into her cunt. She screamed loudly as he pumped harder and deeper every time. She met his thrusts for thrusts, driving him deep into her core.

"Aahh, ha!" her moans were turning into a rather loud plea for him to never stop and fuck her deeper and harder.

He held her by the waist with one hand while he slapped her ass cheek, making it wiggle. He slapped to his content, the sound of both claps filled the room, mixed with her moans, cries of pleasure.

Her eyes rolled over as she made lewd expressions, and her mouth dripped with the previous cum.

The slaps had turned into spanks. He spanked her butt, bringing her to the peak of her ecstasy.

He spanked her until it became sore for her.

His cock ground her pussy, so deeply that no one had ever done her like he did. She was on the verge of collapsing. His every thrust was different from before, it was like her entire being shook with it. It was something she had never experienced until now.

"Mas…master..! Oh yes! Yesss!" Her voice trembled with pleasure as she surrendered completely to his dominance.

She blurted it out without her knowing, her body responding to his bidding. Each thrust sent her closer and closer to absolute euphoria. As he continued to ravish her, the intensity of their connection grew stronger, surpassing any previous encounters she had ever had. The pleasure coursing through her veins was electrifying, leaving her breathless and craving for more.

"Cum, cum for me, my beautiful demon. Spill your juices all over. Feed your desire, show me your true form."

She was raging, consuming all the juices in her pussy, making them spiral over the edge of passion as the friction of the oncoming orgasm steadily rose. When the demon was allowed to feed, the after shock of the orgasm left her paralyzed for hours.

They came together, hard and faster, they were breathing heavily, and the screams of the demon and the grunts of Jaegar settled as he fell on her back.

They lay in a heap, upon the liquid soaked bed sheets. He was still inside her, his cock twitching slightly as it released the last drop in her.

The mixed juices dripped down her inner thighs as he was lying on her.

Beneath the veiled curtain of night, a hushed atmosphere settled around them, heavy with the residue of intense exertion that had unfolded over hours of relentless passion.

The demon woman, her energy spent, lay nestled beneath Jaegar, her body draped in the aftermath of their shared fervor.

Weariness tugged at the edges of her consciousness, coaxing her into the realm of sleep. With an exhalation of surrender, her eyes fluttered closed, the serene embrace of slumber claiming her.

The quietude of the hour, a mere breath away from sunrise, served as a backdrop to her whispered words. "I can\'t believe I said that," she admitted, her voice a fragile murmur amidst the tranquil dark.

Jaegar\'s response, a melody of conviction and intrigue, rippled through the stillness. "You have to, for from this moment onward, you are my demon, my succubus," he declared with an undercurrent of possession.

His words carried a sense of inevitability, as though their fates had been interwoven in a cosmic tapestry of desire and consequence. "And I must confess," he continued, "I\'ve taken a liking to you."

A dry laugh escaped her lips, the acknowledgment of the unexpected twists of fate mingling with a sense of amusement.

"Oh, is that so?" she quipped, her tone dancing on the precipice between incredulity and acceptance. The complexities of their entanglement unfurled in the space between them.

"You do know that I came here to kill you."

His response, tinged with brazen allure, painted a vivid picture of his desires. "Yes, I am aware," Jaegar affirmed, his words unapologetically bold.

"Your skills during sex, your alluring form—you\'ve left me quite wondrous." His hand wandered, a gentle squeeze on her ass cheek, emphasizing the sentiment, eliciting a reaction from her that was half a sigh, half a murmur.

A chuckle tumbled from her lips, tinged with both irony and bemusement. "Oh hell, what have I gotten myself into?" she mused aloud, the layers of her feelings dancing in the undertones of her words.

They lingered in the wake of their shared moments, the intimacy of their connection unraveling in the tender aftermath of their encounter. The night wore on, a canvas of shadows and secrets, until the first rays of dawn painted the horizon with strokes of pale light.

As sunrise\'s embrace gradually approached, Jaegar\'s senses stirred to wakefulness.

A knock at the door punctuated the silence, prompting him into action.

With the grace of a seasoned lover, he untangled himself from their shared cocoon, whispering promises of return to her drowsy form.

The chill air greeted him as he swung his legs over the side of the bed, slipping into his uniform with the practiced ease of routine.

The door closed behind him, and the woman remained in her quiet reverie, nestled amidst the rumpled sheets and the fading echoes of their nocturnal tryst.

She lay half-asleep, her body a canvas upon which the memories of their night together had been painted.

As Jaegar departed, his words a lingering in her ears, she surrendered to the pull of slumber once more, her body finding solace in the embrace of dreams, unaware of the disturbance she had created in the academy.

Jaegar, after dressing himself, swiftly opened the door and closed it behind him, within a snap.

He turned around to see Pierre standing in the corridor.

The academy bustled with activity as Jaegar and Pierre made their way through its hallowed halls. Today seemed to carry a certain undercurrent of tension. Whispers and hushed conversations echoed off the walls, creating an atmosphere of anticipation.

As they entered a large hall, he found the professors congregated, their voices a low murmur as they exchanged words that hinted at a deeper concern.

Pierre\'s voice broke through the hum of conversation, drawing Jaegar\'s attention. "You\'re out of the loop, aren\'t you?" Pierre\'s tone held a mixture of gravity and curiosity. "There\'s something amiss. A demon has breached the school\'s protective barriers, and they\'ve been scouring the grounds to locate its presence."

Jaegar\'s brows knitted in surprise. The protective barrier that had been established was meant to repel any entities seeking to infiltrate the academy\'s grounds.

It seemed that the demon\'s presence had been detected, yet cleverly masked by the very barrier he had erected. Little did they know that the very entity they sought was now slumbering within the confines of his own room.

As their conversation continued, the gravity of the situation hung heavily in the air. Eventually, they reached their classroom, the focal point of their academic endeavors. The usual hustle and bustle of students preparing for their studies was in contrast to the shadows of the night\'s events that lingered in Jaegar\'s mind.

As noon approached, a magnetic pull drew Jaegar back to his room, a space that now held a secret of its own.

Upon entering, he found the demon still ensconced in slumber, seemingly unaware of the world outside. Her rest was interrupted as the presence of another intruder—his own—stirred her senses. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a mixture of curiosity and wariness.

"I think it\'s time you tell me who sent you." Jaegar\'s words were direct, and his voice was tinged with a blend of authority and intrigue.

Her response carried an air of nonchalance, a veneer that masked the currents beneath. She rose from the bed, stretching with a languid grace that contrasted with the gravity of their conversation. "I had a rather eventful night, thanks to you," she purred, her words infused with an undercurrent of playfulness.

Jaegar sighed, a mixture of exasperation and urgency woven into the gesture. With a mere flick of his hand, a crimson sigil in the form of a square materialized—a symbol of power and intent. A scarlet gleam danced within his eyes, casting a shadow over the room.

Her reaction was immediate, her composure giving way to surprise as the aura she had sensed the previous night manifested once more.

The room\'s atmosphere shifted, a subtle but distinct alteration in pressure. Their exchange took on a new dimension, with the playfulness replaced by an undercurrent of seriousness. Jaegar\'s voice held an edge as he warned, "I\'m not here to engage in games. Tell me, and tell me now."

In response, her wings unfurled, a testament to her own innate power. Her eyes, once a window into enigmatic depths, now held a black slit that betrayed the depths of her otherworldly nature. The room seemed to pulse with tension.

"I said I liked you, but don\'t mistake that for leniency." Jaegar\'s tone was a blend of assertion and warning, with the lines between them clearly drawn.

Her retort held its own defiance, a challenge issued with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. "You think you are capable?"

Jaegar\'s lips curved into a wry smile, his own confidence unwavering. "Well, I suppose that\'s something we\'re about to find out."