Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Chapter 856: My Mature MILF Maid II [R18]

Gretel’s mouth opened wide with a silent cry.

The first inch spread her apart with a thick, burning pressure that stole the strength from her knees. Her fingers scraped helplessly across the desk as the swollen head forced its way inside, dragging those ridges through the tight ring of her entrance one by one.

"Asmodeus..."

Her voice cracked as she spoke.

He held her hips in place, fixated on the obscene opening that struggled to swallow him.

"Relax, it’ll be okay... breathe."

"Y-You’re too thick... It’s too big... I’m going to die..."

"Your body is the one that desired this kind of cock, blame your dirty little mind and its obscene desire."

Gretel shivered, her cheek pressed against the scattered reports, her glossy lips parted as short, trembling breaths leaked. She tried to push back against him, yet the moment another ridge slipped inside, her thighs shook, and her ass clenched around nothing.

"Nnngh... ah...!"

The sound of her voice went straight through him.

Asmodeus pushed deeper.

Her cunt stretched around him with obscene resistance, clinging to every ridge as if her body wanted to keep him buried inside. Each slow thrust drew a fresh moan from her throat. Her earlier elegance disappeared beneath the raw expression twisting across her face, eyes hazy, tongue touching her lower lip while her hips twitched against his grip.

"What an amazing sight, that’s it..." He mumbled with a fierce grunt. "Take it."

"Haa... Master... It’s spreading me open..."

"And you are still sucking me in."

Her soft walls clenched tightly at his teasing words.

A wet squelch filled the office as he sank another inch inside. Gretel gasped, her thighs opening wider across the desk, the maid uniform bunched shamefully around her waist. The black and white cloth framed her red skin like something made for sin, her huge ass trembling each time his hips pressed closer.

Asmodeus looked down at the thick shaft vanishing into her.

The ridges dragged against her entrance, leaving her overflowing entrance stretched around him in a tight, glistening ring. Her juices coated his cock until every bulge shone beneath the lamplight.

"You are making a mess."

Gretel’s lips trembled.

"You are the one splitting me open..."

"Yet you keep pushing back and swaying that fat ass of yours..."

Her answer became a broken moan when he rolled his hips forward.

Another ridge slipped in.

Then another.

Gretel’s body accepted him with a deep, vulgar squelch, her inner walls fluttering around the long, curved shaft as if trying to understand the shape forced into her. She gripped the desk harder, shoulders rising as he finally buried himself to the base.

’Her womb is so hot...!?’

For a second, neither of them moved, with Gretel’s face twisted in a blissful agony, the moment his long cock kissed her womb, while Asmodeus gritted his teeth, feeling her hot, slimy hole squishing and sucking on his cock in rapid pulses.

"You’ve got quite the amazing cunt... why didn’t I fuck you sooner..."

Asmodeus stood behind her, hips pressed against the soft weight of her ass, cock buried deep inside the woman who had waited years to say those filthy words to him.

Haa....Hnnngh....Haa.... Ahhhn~

Gretel breathed in short, uneven bursts.

Her face was bright red.

Her eyes were wet.

Her cunt pulsed around him like a hungry mouth.

"Well?" he asked. "How does it feel to have the demon emperor’s cock kiss your womb?"

She swallowed, then looked back over her shoulder with a trembling smile.

"I feel like my pussy is going to tear apart, your damn cock is needlessly big!"

"Though you say that..."

Squelch~

Despite her words, each slight movement created the most obscene sound as her walls clung to him tightly, dragging him inside as if to devour his entire cock. "Your pussy seems to really like this..."

He pulled back slowly.

Gretel’s head flung back as she squealed, arching her back almost instantly.

The ridges dragged along her inner walls, each one pulling a groan from her as they retreated through the swollen heat of her body. His cock came out halfway, wet and shining, before he pushed back in with a firm thrust.

"Haaaan!"

The desk groaned.

His hips slapped against her ass with a low smack.

Asmodeus gripped her hips and began to fuck her properly.

The first few thrusts were slow, heavy and cruel. He let her feel every ridge, every inch, every thick inch drag through her slippery cunt. Gretel’s moans grew louder with each stroke, her voice losing its elegance as pleasure forced its way out of her.

"Ah... ahh... Asmodeus...!"

"You wanted this."

"Yes...!"

"You dressed up and came to my office dripping wet."

"Yes, Master...!"

"You wanted me to bend you over my desk and use this pretty little maid cunt."

Her walls clamped down.

Gretel cried out, hips bucking back against him.

"Seed me~ I want you to fill my womb with that hot... demonic seed!"

Asmodeus laughed under his breath and slapped her ass hard enough to make the flesh ripple.

"Filthy woman."

"Mm... more..."

He gave her another slap.

The sound cracked through the office, followed by Gretel’s shameless moan. Her red skin darkened beneath his palm, and the sight made his cock throb inside her.

"You like being treated like this?"

"I like being treated like this by you."

Her honest answer sent tingles down his spine as he wanted to destroy her... to gouge her insides with his cock, then fill it with his white, sticky seed.

Asmodeus’s grip tightened.

His thrusts grew harder as each slap of his thighs against her hips lifted her body off the floor for several seconds.

Gretel’s body rocked across the desk, breasts crushed against the documents, skirt hiked above her hips, cheek pressed into the imperial seal stamped across one of Paul’s reports. The absurdity should have amused him. Instead, the sight made him fuck her more.

Her cunt made obscene wet sounds around him.

Each time his cock kissed her womb, spurts of gooey white fluid dribbled from her opening and stained the desk beneath her. His chest pressed against her back as he pounded her from behind, hips grinding deep each time she swallowed him. Gretel’s twisted squeal sounded with every impact, the angle forcing the curved shaft to rub higher inside her.

Her voice broke into a desperate and needy whine.

"There... there, Asmodeus...!"

"There?"

He drove into the same spot again.

Gretel’s legs trembled so hard the desk shook beneath them.

"Yes... Ah, yes... right there...!"

He kissed the side of her neck, then bit down just enough to make her cry out as her cunt gripped his cock and violently rippled.

Master... deeper..."

"You are already full, are you asking to die?"

"More..."

"Greedy little bitch, you make me want to answer your request!"

"Please..."

Asmodeus released one of her wrists and slid his hand beneath her body. His fingers found her breast through the tight uniform, kneading the heavy mounds until she leaned against him. The buttons strained as one popped loose and bounced across the desk.

Gretel laughed through a moan.

"The uniform..."

"I will buy them another."

"You ruined it..."

"I’m going to ruin you, grit your teeth, woman."

Her whole body shuddered.

He pulled her upper body back from the desk, one arm locked beneath her breasts while his other hand gripped her hip. Gretel’s back pressed against his chest, her head falling against his shoulder as he fucked up into her from behind.

The new angle drove him deeper.

Gretel’s eyes widened.

A hoarse, helpless moan tore from her throat.

"Ahh... too deep...!"

"Still want me to stop being gentle?"

"No... no, don’t stop..."

He thrust harder, the ridges sliding in and out with thick, wet friction. Gretel’s lips trembled near his jaw, her breath hot against his skin. Her hands clung to his forearm as if his strength was the only thing keeping her standing.

The office filled with sound.

Skin striking skin.

The wet slap of his cock driving into her.

The creak of the desk.

Gretel’s voice, sweet and vulgar, breaking each time he buried himself to the base.

"Asmodeus... I’m close..."

"I know."

Her cunt had become impossibly tight, clenching around every ridge as if trying to milk him. Her hips pounded desperately against him, chasing the pleasure he forced through her body. The scent of sex thickened in the room, mixing with ink, paper, perfume, and the faint smoke from the city outside.

"Say it."

Gretel’s lashes fluttered.

"What?"

"Tell me what you wanted."

She moaned as he slowed just enough to make her suffer.

Her nails dug into his arm.

"I wanted you to fuck me..."

"More, tell me everything you want right now."

"I wanted you to bend me over... use me... fill me until I could feel you for days..."

Her answer sent waves of pleasure through his mind, like a white flash, he began to grunt and mutter in her ear.

"Gretel. I wanted you to make you squeal like this, to have you begging me."

Asmodeus turned her face and kissed her hard, driving his cock up into her as his tongue filled her mouth. Gretel came apart against him.

Her body seized as her muscles clamped tight, locking in place. Then she began to convulse, like a fish out of water, her cunt clamped around his cock frantically pulsing with a slimy heat, squeezing him so tight he struggled to breathe.

She broke the kiss with a muffled cry, head falling back against his shoulder as pleasure drove through her in heavy waves.

"Asmodeus...!"

He held her through it, fucking her straight through the climax, each thrust making her tremble harder. Her juices dribbled down his shaft, dripping onto the floor beneath the desk.

"That’s it," he growled beside her ear. "Cum on my cock."

Gretel sobbed out a moan, thighs shaking, body helpless in his arms.

The sight of her like that, proud Gretel reduced to a flushed, shaking mess in a ruined maid uniform, pushed him close to the edge.

He bent her forward again, pressing her chest to the desk, then gripped both sides of her ass and spread her open while he pounded into her with rough, heavy thrusts.

Gretel could only take it.

Her voice came out in broken fragments.

"Ah... ahh... Master... too much... no, more... more..."

"You still want more?"

"Yes... fill me..."

Asmodeus drove in deep and held there for a moment, his cock pulsing inside her clenching heat.

Gretel looked back, eyes half closed and desperate.

"Please... give it to me."

Asmodeus buried himself inside her, his hips pressed against her ass.

Gretel gasped into her arm as his cock throbbed, each thick pulse flooding her with hot seed. The first spurt made her cunt clamp down with an affectionate suction. The second forced a broken moan from her throat as warmth spread deep inside.

"Nnngh... Master...!"

Wet squelches filled the office as he ground against her ass, emptying himself with short, brutal thrusts. Gretel shook beneath him, thighs trembling, breath ragged, her pussy swallowing every pulse until the hot slimy seed bubbled around his shaft and dripped down her red thighs.

There was a moment of silence, as her sweaty body lay listless, his cum leaking from her gaping hole as his half-erect cock quickly grew to full size once again.

"M-Master...?!"

She panted while gazing up at him, before lazily clenching her ass, which tightened her flooded hole around his cock... huge amounts of his seed spurting from her as she wrapped both legs around his back.

"Good girl." He gently stroked her hair as the desk began to creak once again.

Somewhere outside the office, a distant knock sounded against the door.

And yet neither of them stopped.