Harem Domain: I Fucked The Goddess of Lust, So What
Chapter 36: Let’s Make Love (R18)

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Let’s Make Love (R18)

"Oooh my let me help you!" Azreal said with a smile as he moved towards her.

His lips barreled into hers and hers were open to suck him in. With the forceful torrent raining down on them their mouths maneuvered and their bodies writhed to find their maximum touch.

She held her wet ass in his hand for the first time and pulled her head close to his with the other.

She had one hand on the back of his neck and the other roamed his back and butt.

She felt his cock, hard and ready, pressed against her and she only ended their kiss once she had it in her hand.

"Enter me," she said, almost without breath.

"How do you want it?" he asked.

"I want it all."

The washing would have to wait. But they both got a good rinsing while they each tried to suck a second tongue into their mouths.

"I want you to come in my mouth," she said.

Showing him that she was all business, she lowered herself without hesitation. She pretzeled herself down and she winced as the abrasions on her feet stung with the strained movement and the soapy sloshing water but figured at least her wounds would be clean.

She stuck her hands on his wet naked butt and his cry of pleasure echoed off the tiles when she sucked his drenched organ into her mouth.

Azrael dug his fingers into her hair and looking down at her he marveled at the sight of his cock disappearing into her head.

He started gently swaying his groin into her and she soon was moving her head with the motion.

Her mouth felt like heaven wrapped around him, years of fantasy turning into truth.

He felt his body swinging faster and his fingers gripping her head tighter, and the more her fingertips dug into his ass the more energetic they became: Her sucks attempting to vacuum up his cum and his cock scrunching in time and reaching for the depths of her throat.

He over-swung a tad and his right foot slipped on the sudsy shower floor and he slammed his knee into a tree.

He let out a pained yelp and Heather gagged with eight inches of his swollen lumber forced deeper into her throat.

She backed off for a moment and Azrael saw his cock reemerge from her mouth. She coughed the tickle out of her throat and wrapped her mouth around his dick again.

She took half of it in, filling her mouth, and put a hand on each of his butt cheeks and squeezed them as hard as she could.

Then she sucked his dick with a force like she was trying to syphon gasoline from a gas tank three blocks away.

He almost fell over again, but within three or four hearty jolts his juice was cutting loose.

Up it came in a mad rush, hurried along by a headwind of Azrael’s assertive blowjob and her hands wrenching his ass like it was a wet sponge.

He came with a spurt-ability like he’d never known. And just as his ropes of hot love burned their way up through and out of his shaft and into her mouth.

Once she realized his cock had spat out the last of its cum she removed her mouth from around it and started to get up.

He helped her stand and kissed her, slipping his tongue between her lubricious lips and into her mouth.

They laced tongues and he tasted the remnants of his semen. After a long kiss getting pounded by cold water and hugging each other tight they finally parted and both broke into wide smiles.

"Let’s make love," Heather said.

He kissed her chin, her ears, her neck an inch at a time. He covered her shoulders with lip pecks and slipped his tongue into her armpit.

Working slowly downward his eager lips found her breasts and hovered over them like a stalled storm.

He slid his tongue over both titties, taking his time as if he had to lick every freckle, and he watched her nipples expand and harden as he traced around them. Her body squirmed with a leisurely delight.

"Wait what’s your name?" Azreal asked

"Heather!" She replied with a smile.

Her body went from an easy squirm to an electric jolt when he sucked her left nipple into his mouth. He felt her nails dig into his lower back as he tongued it and it felt like supple hard rubber in his mouth.

"Oh God, Arael," she moaned.

After a few minutes and he’d had enough of the nipples he headed lower down. He kissed her wiry, athletic stomach, twitchy with the touch of his lips and tongue, and licked out her salty navel.

He nosed his way down to her pussy, which was wide and wet. And shaved, which was good: no curly pubes to tickle his nostrils when we would eat her. Which he definitely planned to do, just not quite yet.

He kissed all around it, teasing her, and licked her thighs, and her body writhed even more. He shifted his legs, trying to get lower still, and one of his feet pressured down on one of hers.

"Ouch!" Heather cried.

"Sorry," Azrael said.

"It’s all right," she said. "My feet got kind of torn up a little on the run from the academy."

"Really?" he said, and wiggled himself around to take a closer look.

He looked at her feet and couldn’t believe what he saw. He turned them over gently in his hands. Both feet were ravaged with brush burns and were red and angry-looking where her skin had been rubbed raw on her toes and heels and insteps and the balls of her feet.

"Goddam, Heather! These look nasty. We have to take care of these sores. The..."

"LATER!" she barked.

Azrael smiled and got the message. He pulled her legs apart and scooted between.

"I have some medicine that will give you temporary relief," he said. And he buried his face in her crotch.

Heather shrieked like a puppy with its tail stuck in a car door. She wrapped her legs around his back and her hands around his head

He licked her saline labia and reached his tongue into her. It was wet and wild and tasty, and with the might of her legs and hands behind him and her wiggly groin in front of his face he was encouraged to push his mouth harder and deeper.

He snaked his hands under her butt as she’d done to him earlier before, and he squeezed for all he was worth. With a cheek in each hand he scrunched up her fine ass over and over like he was doing finger curls at the gym.

"Ugh..." she sibilated. She grinded into his face, and treasured his tongue inside her for the first time, and sucked on it with the walls of her twat.

Azrael felt the pinch on his tongue, pulling it into her, and soon his nose joined the party and delved into her too, filling his nostrils with her feminine funk.

He felt her fingers pulling on the back of his head and he lapped her like a thirsty dog as long as he could until he had to come up for air. After a steamy breath he wrapped his mouth around her swollen clit.

Heather hissed when she felt his lips on her puffy tool. He licked it and kissed it and sucked it and even though she was squirming like a toad on a hot griddle he kept his mouth plastered in place until the squirms became spasms.

"Oh my God, Azrael, what have we been waiting for?" Heather said loudly. She pulled his head up to hers, the head of his turgid cock dragging its way up along her inner thigh, and rammed her tongue into his mouth.

His weight atop her smothered her spasms but as they kissed Jerry felt her eruption below, her orgasm flowing out of her hot and wet.

He felt one of Heather’s hands vacate the back of his head and a second later it wrapped around his wet, firm cock and fed it into her. His cock slid all the way in with no resistance and in an instant he was balls-deep inside her warm, wet wuss.

Their lips were joined like glue and their tongues did a peppy Mambo. He pounded her, slammed his body into her again and again. Heather sighed with each stroke and met his match. He wanted to give her a fuck she’d never forget.

They fucked with fervor, breathing hard, two sweaty bodies in sexy sync reaching for the upper limits of gratification. Heather hugged him tight, with arms and legs and cunt, pumping, milking and sucking.

Azrael swung his meat into her even harder and quickened their pace and kept it up and he knew he wouldn’t quit until they both came for the second time.

The bedroom was a cacophony of noise both human and nonhuman, with grunts and groans and coos and slurps and sucks and smacking skin from the fuckers, and bed springs and posts and headboard that were being pushed to their limits. It had to be the first time that the bed had been put through a workout like this.

After a few more minutes of his determined skewering of Heather’s pussy Azrael knew he was on the verge.

"I’m gonna come!" his voice sputtered. After a pause: "Is it okay?"

"Of course," she said.

With two more strokes he was at the point of no return and his cum was rising. With a loud low grunt he ejaculated, and with each subsequent burst of his semen into her his grunts became softer and shorter. When he had given her all of it he again picked up the pace of his pounding. She followed his lead.

"I’m gonna keep fucking you till you come again," he said.

"Great fucking idea," Heather said with a grin on her face. "You can kiss me too."

Azraeldid. And with their loins joined and their tongues fucking inside their locked lips they were rocking like a dinghy on a rough sea. It was Heather’s turn.

He felt the vibration of Heather’s moan in his mouth and felt her body tremble under him. She hugged him tight and he squeezed her ass.

She came in a gush and he felt her warm wash surround his half-hard cock and ooze out of her. With her tongue still in his mouth he collapsed on the bed beside her.