Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World

Chapter 855: My Mature MILF Maid [R18]

For a moment, the office became silent. Even the faint glow from Baltimore’s harbour seemed distant compared to the woman pressed against him, her fingers twisted in his coat, her lips parted as she waited for his answer.

Asmodeus stared down at Gretel.

"You understand what you just asked for?"

Gretel’s smile trembled with a seductive shimmer.

"I have understood and waited for years."

Her words triggered something deep within him.

His hand caught the back of her neck and pulled her into a kiss, rough enough to steal the breath from her lungs. Gretel moaned into his mouth, her elegant mask breaking as her fingers crept down his chest.

The tray on the desk rattled when her hip struck the edge, and several reports slid to the floor.

Asmodeus gripped her ass with his other hand, kneading roughly through the tight maid uniform while his tongue pushed between her lips. A sweet taste spread across his tongue as Gretel answered him with the same enthusiasm, sucking lightly on his tongue before biting his lower lip with a sensual hum that made his blood heat.

"You really came prepared," he muttered against her mouth.

"I told you..." Gretel gasped as his hand slipped beneath her skirt. "I wanted you to look at me."

He slipped his fingers along her waist, slowly tracing the curve of her plump hips, before finding the warmth of her bare skin. His fingertips slowly trailed around her until they reached the damp, thin fabric between her thighs.

Asmodeus paused, as his fingers sank into the pleasant heat.

Gretel’s cheeks flushed darker as her breathing quickened.

"You’re this wet already?"

"Well, Master... whose fault is that?"

"Oh, is it mine?"

"Your Majesty has good instincts~ This little maid is no maiden and thus cannot help but get wet in anticipation of what you might do to me, each time I stand before you."

He gave her ass a sharp slap.

Gretel cried out, then covered her mouth as her eyes widened.

The sound pleased him far too much.

Asmodeus bent her over the desk with one firm motion, pressing her chest against the scattered reports. Gretel caught herself with both hands, her white hair spilling across the polished wood while her skirt rode higher around her hips.

The sight of her made his patience snap.

Copper red skin, thick thighs, and her huge, plump ass.

The soaked cloth clung between her pink crevice as she looked back over her shoulder with a feverish, challenging gaze.

"Still want this?"

Gretel pushed her hips back.

"Ask that again, and I will think Your Majesty has become timid."

His hand came down on her ass again.

This time, she moaned openly.

Haaan~

Asmodeus hooked his fingers beneath the damp fabric and dragged it aside. The scent of her arousal grew stronger, hot and sweet beneath the sharper fragrance of her oni blood. Gretel lowered her forehead against the desk, biting her lip.

He gazed down at the lovely folds and found the slight red tint added a sense of exoticism. His heart pounded faster as the slimy strands of translucent fluid dribbled down her wrinkled petals that opened like a flower.

With the flick of his finger, he brushed along the opening, tracing the sticky threads, smearing them along her cunt until pressing against her soft bead with a squelch.

"Mm... Asmodeus..."

"You are so wet, it’s completely coating my fingers."

"Nn~ It’s because I’ve been waiting...."

"For how long?"

Her hips rocked against his hand, letting his fingers sink between the cleft, pressing against the opening.

"Haa... far too long...."

Her warmth enveloped his fingertip as he pushed inside, a thick scent overwhelming him as the squishy flesh spread around his digit.

"Ahh.....ha..."

Gretel’s breath hitched.

Her body clenched around him immediately, tight and wet, sucking his finger deeper as her thighs trembled. Asmodeus watched the movement of her hips, the way she tried to remain composed while her body betrayed that composure.

He curled his fingers into a hook shape, gently stroking the soft walls of her pussy, enjoying the subtle change in texture as her ass bounced against his desk.

"Haan.... Nnngh...!"

He added a second finger.

The immense heat of her juices flowed between them, forming decadent webs of sticky fluids, dribbling between as he spread them apart inside her.

Gretel’s nails scraped against the desk.

Her pussy clamped down on his fingers, crushing them with soft pressure.

"Ah...!"

His thumb found her clit and pressed against it, squishing the hard bud before dragging slow circles around it.

Gretel’s moans became more violent, breaking her delicate facade.

The elegance she carried so proudly began to fall apart piece by piece. Her back arched as his fingertips brushed her vaginal walls. In search of pleasure, she pushed her hips and forth greedily against his hand.

The neat maid uniform turned indecent as her skirt bunched around her waist, exposing the slipper, trembling mess between her thighs.

Asmodeus leaned over her, his chest pressing against her back as he spoke beside her ear.

"You wanted me to look at you like the others, to touch you like this? Listen... how obscene your dirty little cunt is."

Squelch~

Each time his fingers slipped in and out, viscous fluids dripped from his fingers, oozing from her undulating hole almost constantly.

Gretel tried to swallow her moans as she answered.

"Y-Yes."

His fingers moved faster, scooping, twisting, rubbing against her bumpy walls, the heat growing as he pushed deeper, enjoying the slippery feeling of her countless folds.

He wanted to fuck her so badly. His cock throbbed painfully inside his pants as he slowly dragged his fingers free with a lewd squish.

"Then understand this, I am looking."

Her inner walls tightened so hard, her juices leaked in a thick, white thread, dribbling between her plump labia minora.

"And I am also going to touch you."

He pressed his thumb harder against her clit, slowly stroking from left to right.

"And once I start fucking you, I am not going to treat you like a delicate maid."

"Haa.....Nn....!"

Gretel couldn’t hold back, letting out a sensual moan as her hips pushed back, swallowing his fingers with a wet squelch.

"Asmodeus..."

Her body pulsed around his fingers, wet heat clenching as pleasure rolled through her. He felt the moment she reached the edge and deliberately slowed down.

Gretel lifted her head.

"You cruel man, why would you stop?!"

He laughed low in his throat, then pulled his fingers free.

Gretel looked back at him, breathless and flushed, only for her gaze to drop as he opened his belt. The sound made her lips part. Her thighs shifted wider on instinct, her ass raised for him as if she had already decided to take his cock right there.

Asmodeus freed his cock and stroked himself once, slowly dragging his foreskin free, revealing the swollen, dark head.

’So Gretel likes them long... and with bumps...’

His cock transformed to Gretel’s deep desires, a long, curved shaft with slight ridges bulging from its length, each inch from the base until reaching the bulbous glans.

Nine swollen ridges wrapped around his cock, creating an almost spiral effect.

Gretel watched over her shoulder, her eyes opening wider as she saw the monster flopped between his hands.

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

"Put it in."

He gripped her hip and smiled, but he could feel it the moment he pushed the tip against her opening, despite giving birth to Anne... this woman’s pussy was tight. Asmodeus dragged his cock up and down, slowly stroking along her slit.

Haaa....Haaaan....Nnngh....!

The swollen head dragged through her folds, spreading her viscous threads around the ridges until his shaft glistened.

Gretel’s hips jerked each time the tip of his cock brushed her clit. Her fingers crushed the edge of the desk, scraping across the polished wood as she tried to push back and trap him against her entrance.

"Asmodeus... I want it...."

"Hmph, what a greedy little bitch you are."

"You made it like that on purpose..."

"I only answered what your body wanted."

He pressed the thick head against her slit again, sliding it upward with slow, cruel pressure. Gretel’s thighs trembled, her ass raised higher as he rubbed himself between her soaked lips. The ridges caught against her swollen folds, dragging over her sensitive nerve endings.

A thin thread of precum smeared across her clit.

Gretel gasped sharply, her breath breaking into a desperate whimper.

"Ahhn... again..."

Asmodeus obeyed, grinding the hot length between her folds while keeping the tip away from the entrance. The desk creaked beneath her shifting weight. Reports stuck to her breasts and stomach, damp from sweat where the uniform had ridden open.

He found it unbelievably sexy how her white hair spread across the wood in a messy state.

He gripped one cheek and spread her wider, watching her twitch beneath him.

Her entrance clenched around nothing.

"So impatient."

"Because you keep teasing me with that thing..."

"This thing?"

He slapped the heavy length against her wet cunt.

Gretel cried out, then buried her face against her arm, shoulders shaking as another obscene squelch filled the room.

"Don’t hide your voice."

"We are in your office..."

"And you asked me to fuck you here."

Her blush deepened.

Asmodeus dragged his cock lower, letting the ridges rub slowly along her slit until the bulbous head kissed her entrance and slipped away again. Gretel groaned through clenched teeth, her hips chasing him each time he withdrew.

"Please..."

The word came out strained.

He paused.

Gretel looked back over her shoulder, eyes wet with lust, lips parted and trembling.

"Please, Master... stop making me wait."

His restraint thinned to nothing.

"Well, if you beg with such a lovely little voice..."

Asmodeus gripped her hips, lined the swollen head against her dripping entrance, and slowly pushed inside.