Lust Devil's Rise

The eastern sky had begun to pale before Luka finally understood the sheer devotion of Galatea’s feelings for him after she stopped denying herself.

"Mmmn."

The bed was ruined beneath them, soaked through with sweat, semen and the thick traces of a night neither of them had allowed to end. The sheets clung damply to Galatea’s knees and thighs as she held the headboard with both hands, her blonde hair plastered to her reddened face while her back trembled beneath the first cold light of dawn.

She was exhausted.

Completely exhausted.

Yet even now, with her body shaking and her voice half broken from the hours before, she still tried to look back at him over her shoulder with that proud glare.

"Luka..." Her hoarse voice barely passed her lips as Luka grunted behind her.

"Do your best, Lala. This is the last time."

He gripped her hips and dragged her back onto him again.

Plap.

Galatea’s arms trembled for a moment before she caught herself against the headboard, her breasts swaying beneath her as another wet sound filled the room. The moment his thighs slammed against her ass, she momentarily lost consciousness.

"...Nngh.... and just how many times have you said that to me!?"

"Tsk, just believe me this time."

"Haaan.... I’d rather trust Vivienne sleeping in your bed overnight!"

Her shoulders shook as if she wanted to laugh, but the next thrust crushed the sound into a rough moan. Luka watched her body take him from behind, watched the tight, swollen opening stretch around his cock as it disappeared into her again and again.

Her cunt had changed since the first time he entered her. It no longer fought against him, squeezing him so tight it almost hurt. It gripped him greedily, narrow and hot enough to make his soul melt as she learned the shape of him with every deep stroke.

That pleased him more than anything else, while he reached the limits of his body.

"Lala."

Her fingers tightly gripped the headboard.

"What?"

"Are you clenching that tightly because you want me to finish inside again?"

"Haa.... no.... what are you talking about?!"

Luka slowed his hips, then ground himself deep enough for the head of his cock to press against the most sensitive place inside her. Galatea’s entire body shook, and her complete denial broke into a broken, wet cry.

"You are hateful..."

"You keep saying things like that... but can’t you hear just how happy your pussy is right now?"

"Hnnngh... damn pervert.... lecher....!"

Her face became red, which he caught from behind.

He could see it along the tips of her ears and the side of her neck, a faint flush spreading through sweat and the morning light. It made him want to tease her as his hand slid from her hip to her stomach, pulling her back until her spine arched and her ass pressed harder against his pelvis.

The motion forced a soft, broken sound from her throat.

"Ah... Luka, wait..."

"No."

He leaned over her back, his chest pressing against the damp heat of her skin as his mouth brushed her ear.

"You asked me to make you forget everything."

She held her breath as if remembering, yet also feeling regret.

"I... I know.... but it’s been so many.... Hnnngh.... Haa....."

He thrust faster each time she mouthed a complaint, his lips curved into a devilish smile as his Sin Energy greatly increased with each white lie she told.

"Then endure it properly."

Luka felt it clearly, that helpless flutter inside her, the way her cunt tightened whenever he pushed her further, teasing her to the limit. Galatea could hide many things with armour and discipline, but she could not hide this from him anymore. Her body answered him too honestly.

His hand slid lower, fingers moving through the wet mess between her thighs until he found her swollen clit.

Galatea jerked against him.

"Luka!"

"There."

"No, not again..."

"Again."

His fingers worked her as his hips resumed, slower than before, deeper and rougher with every thrust. The sound of skin meeting skin became heavier, wetter, mixing with Galatea’s ragged breathing and the old wood protesting under their weight. She tried to keep herself upright, tried to hold the headboard with the pride of a knight refusing to fall, but her body had passed the point where pride mattered.

Her knees spread wider as she pushed her hips back, gyrating and grinding against him with more and more force and confidence.

"Luka... I can’t... my body..."

"Your body knows what it wants."

"It feels strange..."

"Yeah, but it feels good too, right?"

She buried her face against her arm, trying to hide the expression he wanted to see.

"Answer me, Galatea de Alverain."

The use of her full name made her tremble more than the nickname did.

"...Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"It feels good!"

The confession tore out of her in a hoarse cry, and Luka rewarded it by driving into her harder. Galatea came apart beneath him, cunt spasming around his cock in hot, frantic pulses as she shook against the headboard, her mouth open but almost soundless from exhaustion.

Her orgasm felt different this time, a much slower and gradual build-up of pleasure, which spread as if her body had grown too tired to fight pleasure and simply let it drown her.

Luka held her through it, hips still moving, dragging out every last tremor until she sagged forward with a broken whimper.

Only then did he stop.

For several breaths, he remained buried inside her from behind, chest rising and falling as the pale dawn crept over the walls.

He could have finished there again.

The thought was tempting, especially when his semen from earlier still leaked around his cock each time her body fluttered weakly.

But the night had already marked her deeply enough.

He pulled out slowly.

Galatea shivered as he left her, then collapsed onto her side with a soft gasp. Her thighs trembled, and more of his previous release slipped from her swollen slit, trailing onto the already ruined sheets. She looked back at him through damp blonde strands, dazed and breathless, still trying to glare despite looking as though she could barely move.

"Do not look so smug..."

Luka brushed her hair from her face.

"Impossible."

"Bastard."

"Well, I’m your bastard."

She closed her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched.

"What the hell is that.... idiot."

For a moment, Luka simply looked at her.

After everything ended, there was a moment of peace.

The proud knight of Babylon lay naked in his bed, sweat cooling on her skin, scars visible beneath the dawn, her body marked by his hands and mouth, and the entire night they had spent turning her fear into something else.

His cock throbbed against her ass, still hard and unsatisfied from stopping before his own release.

"...Still?"

"Yeah, what can I say?"

"You are inhuman."

"Hahaha!"

"Don’t laugh... ahh... It’s leaking..."

Her weak glimmer returned with a shy stubbornness that made his chest tighten; she pushed herself up on trembling arms.

"I said this was the last time."

"Well, I won’t force you to do anything."

"Then..."

Her face burned as she reached for him, and she slowly dragged his slippery foreskin over his glans. "How about I help you finish?"

"Then finish."

Luka caught her wrist before she could lower her hand.

"How about you use your mouth?"

Galatea froze for a moment, before her eyes widened, and for a second, the proud knight returned in full, scandalised and embarrassed.

"You... after all that, you still want me to do that?"

"It’s not my fault you’re good at it."

"You are shameless."

"I thought we settled that."

Her lips trembled between anger and shyness. Then she leaned closer, her hair falling over one shoulder, and kissed the swollen head with surprising tenderness.

The first touch of her lips made Luka’s breath roughen.

A faint smile bloomed across her lips when she heard it, slowly sliding her tongue across his shaft as she glanced up at him.

Luka’s fingers slid into her hair as her mouth closed around him, warm and wet, still clumsy from inexperience but far more confident than before. She no longer gagged immediately. She adjusted, breathed through her nose, and dragged her tongue along the underside with slow, careful attention, as if remembering what had made him groan earlier.

Her cheeks hollowed.

A soft sound filled the room.

Glk.

Luka’s hand tightened in her hair.

Galatea’s eyes flicked up toward him, and that almost ruined him. She looked exhausted, flushed, and thoroughly used, yet she still watched him with that stubborn desire to win, to make him react, to prove that she could affect him as badly as he affected her.

He pushed lightly against her tongue.

"More."

Her brows furrowed, but she obeyed, taking him deeper until her lips stretched around the thick shaft and tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. The sound became wetter, rougher, her small gags mixing with the stroke of her hand around the base she could not swallow.

Glrk.

Mmph.

Glk.

Luka’s abdomen tightened.

"Lala..."

She moaned around him.

That vibration snapped what remained of his restraint.

His hips jerked once, and Galatea’s eyes widened as he came into her mouth.

Thick pulses poured across her tongue with a slightly hot and bitter taste filling her faster than she expected. She made a startled sound but did not pull away, lips sealed around him as he emptied himself with a rough groan, his fingers tangled in her damp hair.

When it ended, she slowly pulled back, breathing hard, lips swollen and glossy.

A little of his release clung to the corner of her mouth.

Luka wiped it with his thumb.

Galatea glanced up at him with bright red cheeks, her blue eyes slightly wet and dull.

"Don’t... *Cough* Don’t say anything...."

Luka didn’t speak; he was still recovering from his climax, but the sudden provocation brought all his attention to the thick, cloudy mass sloshing inside her mouth as she curled her tongue and then swallowed.

She struggled to completley finish it with one gulp, repeating herself three times, before she cleared her through. The gesture was small, embarrassed and obscene enough that Luka almost dragged her beneath him again.

Instead, he caught her waist and pulled her into his arms.

Galatea stiffened at first, as if she had expected more sex, then slowly melted against his chest with a long, exhausted breath. Her body was hot, damp and quivering, but the tension that had followed her all night had faded.

Luka ran his fingers through her hair.

"Are you tired?"

"Nn...."

"Does it hurt?"

"Mmm.... a lot..."

She hid her face against his chest before squealing. "...What have I done as your knight?!"

"Galatea, are you that worried?"

She glanced up at him with sleepy eyes and nodded. "Mhm, am I still your knight?"

Luka slipped a hand beneath her chin and made her look at him.

"I did not take your sword from you. Who said you can’t be my woman and knight at the same time? You foolish girl."

Flick!

"Ouch! You hit me?!" She gasped.

"I hate it."

"Liar."

Her mouth twitched.

Then she curled closer, pressing her forehead against his chest.

"Big idiot."

Outside of the hot, steamy room, Babylon was starting to wake, the night had ended, and the world would never wait. Not long after the pair started drifting to sleep, a soft knock sounded at the door.

"My Lord?"

A delicate voice called out, waiting a few moments before continuing.

"My Lord, it’s Vaun... I was wondering if we could talk."