LOGINSoon, his left forearm also rested against the pillar. His left wrist then draped over the right one, forming an 'X' shape, while his right forehead was propped against the back of his left palm.His gaze drifted towards the onlookers, consisting of only demon palace guards of varied species. They were watching the show with an undeniable desire in their eyes....Having finished eating out his friend's rear slit, Lucas got to his feet, but his torso was still bent forward.He then pulled gently at his friend's left butt cheek and inserted two right fingers in the latter's fuck hole."Mmn~" a pleasant moan slipped from Benard before he seductively caught his lower lip between his teeth.His head, still pressed to the back of his left palm, moved in slow but frantic circles, eyes slumped temptingly.While still rotating his head, he also began to sensually roll his hips in an undulating motion without thrusting his butt backwards.A light slap at the base of his spine made him stop and
With knees bent and torso leaning forward, the brunet's arms were placed behind him. Lucas's fingers closed around his friend's wrists in a firm grip. The latter had his feet braced apart, spine curved, and hips tipped up sensually. His nipples were taut, no longer hidden behind the tiny strips of red and black cloth that were tied around his chest. His chain harness was in clear disarray.Obviously, before now, these nipples had been fondled by the blond. Now these nipples were still begging to be tantalised.Their assigned guard was watching, internally wishing he could go over and comfort those sharp-set nipples by kindly sucking on them, pinching them, gently biting them and tweaking them. Flicking his tongue around them. And locking his lips with Benard's so that the latter's moans would be muffled.Or he could even kneel and choke himself on Benard's also impressive arousal. Fuck~Watching the way Benard's chest kept heaving forward, the way his gorgeous asscheeks trembled wit
And the light-bluehaired, pig-snouted female demon who had just lost her hands started screaming and crying miserably, even ignoring the instructor’s warning glare.“I’ve already lost my hands, it’s no different from being dead. But I won’t go down without avenging myself,” she muttered to herself and rose, steadily making her way to where the instructor was. The latter was still trying to make Benard the star trainee, offering him lots of benefits. However, the brunet wasn’t interested. So he tried persuading Lucas. As long as Lucas agreed, it was the same as Benard agreeing because the latter would surely accompany Lucas to training.The female demon suddenly lurched at Benard, jumped high and opened her mouth at the last moment, rapidly letting a kind of pink fog aimed at Benard.And then, while still in mid-air, she made her own core explode within her.Then she dropped to the ground, bleeding profusely from the mouth, eyes, ears and nose. She laughed frenziedly before she passed
"Are you deaf?" The unhappy dragon-scaled fellow snapped, interposing himself in the two friends' path. "Who told you you could leave without my permission?" "Lucas, let me beat the shit out of him," Benard proposed, eyes gleaming with determination. Maybe he might not be able to beat the demon king or even the higher-level demons directly serving him. But to this arrogant rookie demon, he could very well teach a lasting lesson. Lucas didn't agree. "No, Ben, let me handle him," he insisted.But Benard was stubborn. "No, buddy, I'll handle this demon. Just sit down and watch. Besides, I’ve been desiring to stretch my muscles for quite a while now." “But…” Lucas had Benard lean towards him so he could whisper in his ear. “Ben, you… We were at it intensely last night. Are you sure you’re in excellent condition to exert your body? Just let me handle him, okay?”However, Benard still shook his head. “I’m absolutely fine. I may not have 100% of my warrior power, but what I currently hav
And that, to a talented someone like him, was nothing short of being unacceptable! The pig-snouted demoness turned to face the angry dragon demon with a look that spelt zero remorse for what she just did. In fact, she was even wearing an irrefutably smug smile. Damn it.“Your portion, you say?” she asked, a brow raised in amusement. “Is your name attached to the food, or is it that you actually think you’re the only one worthy here? You feel entitled because you sweat a bit every day?” she asked, her tone oozing with arrogant shamelessness. The dragon-scaled demon male was stunned to the point of being unable to say anything for a moment. So he, enraged, pointed at her, “You… You!”“And what about me, loser?” the demoness asked, her voice deepening as she emphasised the very last word of the question while blinking her eyes playfully, clearly not taking him seriously. Fuck, that… fucking spiked his rage. “Look, woman! I can hit you harshly right now, and even kill you if I want t
"That's classified information that even I am not worthy of knowing, talk more of trashy, low-lives like you two," the guard replied arrogantly.Benard got pissed on hearing those terrible words, but decided to just lower his head and not make trouble. He might be able to beat this bastard to a pulp if he wanted to right now. But then the others in the training field would have their attention drawn to him.He had no weapon and couldn't use his warrior power even up to 70%. Might as well grit his teeth and bear it. For now.So he forced himself to wear a polite smile. "I see."Just as he turned to head to where his friend was seated, the guard unexpectedly spoke."Perhaps, you should try asking the king himself," the demon suggested, his face deadpan, and his tone cold.'As if the king would even tell us. And what if he said he could tell us, but in return, he asked Lucas to donate his head as a ball for demon kids?Nah, he wouldn't want to do anything that could put his buddy in great
Layla delivered the wonderful but false pregnancy report to her husband, and the excited latter threw a small celebration. He even invited Ronald to come; He wanted to thank him for making his formerly barren wife a now-expectant mother.Rose actually knew Layla was fucking Ronald; in fact, she del
William's stepsister, Maria, who was two decades younger, had visited after her trip to over ten countries. Layla did everything she could to please the latter, but she never ceased to remind Layla of being barren.Layla put up with her, considering the fact that she would be gone the next day.Tha
Layla rolled to and fro in her bed, her eyes shut tight, putting all thought away to have an evening nap after having no wink of sleep last night. William's words rang in her head all night, and it had already been five days since the dining room incident. The incident still frightened her because
"I'm sorry, your father is dead." The doctor's voice rang in Layla's head days after she heard the news. She could remember how she fell to the floor, wailing loudly, with her hands clenching against the doctor's legs that she almost bit him. Tears streamed down her face as the memories flowed throu







