Hell in Chaos (Closed)

The demoness was happy that Raylee didn't completely freak out at being placed in the darkness. She had had other students who couldn't handle it, making her reject them completely. However she found the angel very much to her liking, especially all the wonderful sounds she was making.

"Yes, you are doing well. Just relax, well as best as you can."

She giggled softly as she came up behind Raylee. her fingers gliding over the cum-dried wings lightly. She wondered if she should have the angel clean up, but that would be later. She leaned forward, whispering softly.

"Try and paint a picture of your surroundings, using what senses you have. Tell me what you 'see'."

However she barely gave the angel a chance to reply as the demoness's tongue came out, licking slowly up and down the back of Raylee's neck. She mmed as she licked up some of Gran'zel's dried cum as well as the taste of the angel's bare flesh. She pulled back once more, her claws raking down along the angel's back down to the curve of her ass without cutting the material of her outfit.
 
Nothing about this was easy for Raylee, it is bad enough that seriously, the only thing she could think about is his cock. The taste of it, how it feels when he's impaling her, the flashbacks of when he claimed her ass came into forefront of things. These thoughts consumed her while the demoness kept teasing and touching.

The simple action of that licking caused an even greater reaction, and from the expression on Raylee's face, he could practically see how her eyes would be rolling back. Nothing but submission came from that action, almost as though the Mistress had bitten her like a mate would. The trailing of the claws didn't help much either and the way Raylee closed her legs tighter, the action made it look like she just came. The fresh scent of her desires could easily prove that assumption is true.

Her jaw trembled as she forced it to close and tried very hard to focus on her Mistress' request. A request that is nearly impossible since Raylee could go off of memory and describe what she knows. Somehow, she knew in her gut that isn't what the Mistress wanted, she needed to use her senses to gain that picture. The only thing she could picture right now is being on her hands and knees with him plowing into her depths.

The words "I can't" were at the tip of her tongue, yet that nagging feeling that this demoness would prove her wrong kept biting at her. With a shaky breath, Raylee clenched her fists to fight back her sexual desires and started listening again. At first all she could hear were the tormented screams of the damned, the scent of the fire pits filled the air. She tasted the thickness of the air when taking in another deep breath. Knowing she had to block everything out first, the most challenging part about this task.

After a few moments of deep breathing, falling into a head space she hasn't reached before, surprisingly ignoring all the touching in the process. Raylee started to slowly speak in a trance like tone that described the surrounding area. At first it seemed to be from memory as it was obvious things. Though, the more she painted the picture with words, the more detailed she got as if she is actually seeing it.

Her head would turn in a direction and she would describe some imps possible actions in the distance. Saying that it sounded like he was gnawing on something that she could quite make out, possibly bones. Another direction she described when a lava bubble would pop. All the way down to describing both Gran'zel and the Mistress' heartbeats and scents.
 
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Anzerel smiled as she stepped back, watching the angel become more focused. She was impressed at how quickly the angel was progressing with the training. She gave the occasional nod as she listened to Raylee describe what she was hearing, taking a moment to look for the object or objects the angel was describing. After letting her go on for a bit, the demoness decided that it was enough for now.

"Very good Cutie. You learn rather quickly I see."

She moved to the angel, claws scraping lightly along the angel's bare arms from her wrists to her shoulders. She pressed her body against Raylee's before she took the angel's mouth with hers, kissing her deeply and eagerly. After a few moments, she broke the kiss, panting softly.

"Mmm..Is all of you just as sweet cute angel?"

She lowered herself down in front of the angel before sliding the dress up a bit, exposing the angel's panties. She leaned forward, mmming as she inhaled Raylee's scent before running her tongue over the top of those panties as she traced along the angel's soft folds.
 
Giving a weak smile at the compliment before being stunned by another unexpected kiss. Raylee didn't know how to handle being touched by another female, though she didn't protest to any of it. Accepting the kiss an even allowing herself to melt into the kiss, purring deeply in the process.

The question caught her off guard and certainly had no idea of how to answer such a question. Gran'zel has claimed that she's sweet and left no doubts that he enjoyed feasting on her before claiming her virginity. Though she had nothing to base it off of, never having taste herself prior to that, nor taste any other female to compare herself too.

The answer didn't matter much when another sensation crept up out of no where. Raylee whimpered and her hands reacted to push the not so offending touch away, however she didn't quite make it that far.

Pulling her hands behind her back, much in the way that Gran'zel seems likes them to be. Her legs trembled slightly when she tried to close her legs more, not knowing what else to do in order to hold back her orgasm.

"I-I... do not.. know how to answer.. your question.... M-Mistress... I know.. that Mas... Daddy likes how I taste... He says that I am very... s'sweet.."

Reluctantly, she parted her legs slowly to almost shoulder width apart to allow her Mistress access. Deep down, Raylee knew it would be a lost cause in protesting, especially if he decides to bind her again.

Although, resisting just to get bound is and extremely tempting idea. Yet, she is no real position to be playful, her desires and the need to cum is consuming her too much.
 
The demoness grinned as she continued to tease the angel's folds through the material of her panties. To say the angel's scent was intoxicating was an understatement. If she tasted as sweet as she smelled, then Anzerel was really going to enjoy playing and training Raylee.

"It that so? Then perhaps I should have a taste as well to find out for myself."

She could tell the angel needed to release, no, wanted to release. The demoness's fingers pushed the cloth of the panties aside before stroking lightly over those delicate folds.

"Then cum for me. Give me your sweet necter."

Her mouth pressed against Raylee's delicate folds, her tongue snaking inside her as she mmed at the sweet taste of the angel's dripping juices alone.
 
Raylee bit her lip, not wanting to cum right away with the sneaking feeling that she should wait for his permission. Although she hasn't been with him that long, she knew that she disappointed him on the boat ride.

She trembled and lifted up on her toes with a whimper of shock as the tongue slipped inside. It wasn't quite like Gran'zel's, yet it had quite the effect as she tried to fight it. Needing to hear his voice give the permission, however this female demon also had ruling over her for the time being.

Once the tongue hit a certain spot in her depths, Raylee couldn't hold back any longer. The idea of disappointing him again did creep up for a brief moment, only to fade just as quickly. The next moment she cried out while bucking towards Anzerel for more as she came for the demoness..
 
Gran'zel stayed quiet, grinning as he enjoyed watching how Anzerel handled his queen. After all, if the demoness couldn't have control to be able to train his angel, then it wouldn't be training.

Anzerel moaned as the angel began to cum for her, velety walls squeezing around her probing tongue. She found the angel did indeed taste as weet as she smelled. She closed her eyes as she drank of the angel's sweet cum. that tongue darting around.

Two of her fingers grasped onto the angel's clit, rolling and pulling on it. The demoness's tongue stayed on the angel's pleasure spot, wanting to feed from her as much as she would give.

Though that didn't mean she was going to let the angel get a rest anytime soon. After all, training was needed.
 
Raylee did try to calm down from that first orgasm, thinking that maybe the demoness was satisfied with the taste. That attempt that kind of thinking fell into the lava pits and burned out of existence the second fingers touched her clit.

There was no holding back the orgasm that poured from her. After having Gran'zel take her on the boat, his sac smacking away at her clit, it became overstimulated. Raylee cried out as her legs were shaking, fighting to keep standing for as long as possible.

After about the fifth or maybe sixth orgasm, Raylee's legs were giving out on her and were starting to buckle. Dizziness consumed her and she started to drop while reaching out for anything to hold onto.

Despite not being able to stand up any longer, her body kept begging for more, every so often Raylee would whimper "more... please mistress... I need more.." in between the orgasms. She would also thank Anzerel after each orgasm too, hoping to be rewarded with another one.
 
Anzerel let the angel use her as a way down to the ground, but she mainttained the mouth to cunt contact the entire time. She was soon bent over the angel, her wings spread wide above her as she feasted on the sweet angel.

The angel's cries of pelasure and words were like music to her ears. She felt like a kid in a candy store, just gobbling up the sweets. She moaned as she coaxed a few more orgasms from the angel, lifting up to a sitting position between her legs. Anzerel mmed as she licked her fingers, face, and lips clean of the angel's cum.

"That was a wonderful break, dont you think so sweet angel?

The demoness opened a small portable hole at her side, pulling out a thick metal cylinder. She studied it for a moment, three inches long by three inches in diameter. She grinned for a moment.

"Your lessons continue. You are not to let this fall out as you start the basics of moving around while blindfolded. We'll start with crawling.

She reached down with the cylinder, pushing it up into the angel's ass, leaving out just enough to grab.

"Start moving little cunt."
 
All her nerves were overstimulated by the time Anzerel forced the last orgasm out of her. The idea of simply passing out filled her every thought and deep down knew that wouldn't happen anytime soon. Raylee barely heard the demon as her heart pounded hard and her own heavy breathing replaced all other sounds.

Raylee cried out and arched her back when something impaled into her ass, it didn't hurt nearly as much this time. Though it did surprise her as the cold steel slid into the tight hole. For a few seconds she gasped to catch her breath and shivered at the sensations. It wasn't anything like when Gran'zel claimed that part of her, though she found it was enjoyable all the same.

The new requests shocked Raylee and couldn't believe that she had to hold thing inside of her. Though, she had no room to protest against the request, realizing that there is more that this demoness will make her endure.

"As... you.. wish Mistress..."

Raylee whimpered softly while getting onto her hands and knees with her tail flicking all over the place. Slowly she crawled towards her Mistress and without thinking much about it, Raylee nuzzled against the demons leg. In that moment she looked exactly like a very pleased kitten. Afterwards she started to slowly and carefully crawl towards Gran'zel, following his scent.
 
The demoness smirked for a moment, watching Raylee crawl towards Gran'zel. However the angel wasn't allowed to get but a few feet away when the demoness came up beside her, slender fingers wrapping tightly around her halo. She squeezed tightly as she leaned down, whispering softly.

"Did I say go that way? No, I didn't."

Still holding onto her halo, the demoness brought her other hand down hard on the angel's ass a couple of times before speaking again.

"You are to crawl around the lake, without falling in. Not towards Gran'zel."

She pulled the angel around so she was facing the opposite direction of Gran'zel. Anzezel scraped her claws along the angel's halo for a few seconds before smacking her ass once more.

"Now move cunt."
 
Raylee was extremely sensitive after having never ending orgasms, that it caught her by surprise when a firm grip wrapped around her halo. Instantly it caused her entire body to react when getting pulled around by that halo and Raylee did what she could to bite it back. It literally felt as though a cock has impaled into her while being led around by the halo.

For a few seconds she could barely move, fighting so hard to keep that thing in her ass, not wanting to disappoint either her Mistress or mate. It only got worse when the pulling of her halo started again, forcing her trembling body to follow that force without fully realizing where it was leading her. By this time the thing in her ass was half way out as she was barely able to hold back the orgasm. She was panting and trying so hard to focus on the task, feeding off the humiliation that it is causing her.

At this point Raylee didn't hear much of the request as all her focus went straight towards keeping that rod in her ass. Feeling it slip more and more while the relentless teasing her halo brought her to the breaking point. The scraping intensified what she felt between her legs, giving the sensation of those wonderfully sharp demon fangs scraping at her clit.

The last smack to her ass ended it all.... Raylee couldn't hold back any longer and she screamed out with the most extreme pleasure the halo could give. Shaking and trembling she collapsed onto her chest breathing heavily as she squirted down her quivering legs. The orgasm so intense that the rod in her backside was barely inside and on the verge of falling to the ground.

She wanted to move, knowing she needed to get up, yet, her nerves were overstimulated and all she wanted to do is close her eyes and rest for a few moments.
 
Anzerel shook her head softly for a moment as she looked down at the sprawled-out angel. She continued to keep looking down at Raylee, her lips pursed together slightly. After coming to a decision, she leaned down and whispered in the angel's ear.

"You may rest for now. Get some sleep and we'll begin again later."

The demoness stood up once more, taking a moment to push the cylinder back into the angel's ass. Once she was satisfied with everything, she let the angel sleep for a bit. In the meantime, she made her way over to Gran'zel to dicuss further plans. Judging how quickly Raylee was learning, the demoness didn't think it would take much longer to get through the lessons.

While Raylee slept, Diamont decided to visit and see what was going on. Since Gran'zel didn't understand sign language that diamont used to communicate with, it was up to Anzerel to translate. A pact was soon formed, the gargoyle commited his forces to Gran'zel's cause. The final act to seal the deal was going to be the gargoyle's time with Raylee.

"I think it's time to wake up the little cunt and for her to get started on her lessons once more."

Anzerel smiled and moved to sit in front of the angel while Diamont moved around behind her. The gargoyle's cock was shorter than Gran'zel's, only about five inches long, but it was much thicker in girth by half an inch. His skin had a much rougher texture to it. His hands lifted Raylee's hips up from the ground as he lined himself up with her wet pussy, pausing for a moment before pushing into her soundlessly as he spread her wider than her mate had.
 
It caught her off guard to get permission for rest, though before she could question it, the rod distracted her again. Gasping and rolling her hips towards the rod, wanting to push it deeper into herself. Yet, when it all ended, Raylee accepted the rest and fully laid down to relax and regain her senses.

She didn't know long they will her to rest, though she could hear them speaking off and on. There were a very few select words she caught, none of it made sense with how hazy her mind is. Eventually she fully let herself to fall a sleep to the sound of their voices, never hearing the third one come in.

The rod in her ass kept her highly aroused and very needy while she slept, causing her to hump the air from time to time. She groaned deeply in protest when feeling some rough hands positioning her, the scent of sex strong at her nose. The scent forcing her to open her eyes wondering what is happening.

The blindfold remained in place and stole her site from her, the scent did seem familiar. However the hands that gripped her hips weren't familiar at all, soon the cock that impaled into her stunned her. It really wasn't familiar at all and she started to panic as the thickness stretched her open.

Raylee didn't know what was going on or where her Mate is, certainly didn't know who this other demon is. Her mind started to panic and she was shaking her head, crying out for Gran'zel. She did start struggling to get away, trying to pull away from the assaulting cock.

"W-Where..... is... Gran'zel..... I-.... I need my... my mate.... Pleassssse..... He prrrr.. promised..."

A mixture of emotions poured from her trembling lips as her body betrayed her, consumed with the need for seed. The panic is just as clear as the desire as she begged for her mate.

Sadly, her body had other ideas as it gripped at that invasive cock, inviting it into her depths with a need unlike anything she felt. It didn't go in nearly as deep as her mates, yet, the thickness made up for it as it found her weak spot. The stretching intensified the sensitivity of her sweet spot and she ended up pushing back towards him instead of away.

Her juices flowing down her legs while her tail instinctively wrapped around the arm that held her. His thickness increased the steel rods stimulation, pushing the instincts to breed forcing her to hump willingly and impale herself back for more.
 
Diamont didn't make any noises other than grunting as he thrust into the tight angel, hard and fast. He was enjoying the feel of her around his cock, something he had not had in a long time.

Gran'zel was quite close, watching the whole thing. He frowned for a moment as he heard her call out for him. It wasn't out of any concern that she was upset, but more of thinking along the lines that she might be trying to get out of her part of the plan. Deciding she needed some encourgement, he moved over to stand near her head. His hand reached out, cupping her face gently.

"I am right here, my queen. No need to fret about things, just enjoy it."

He pressed his lips softly to hers for a moment before deepening the kiss, holding it for a few seconds. He broke it after a few moments, licking his lips as he watched the gargoyle fuck his queen like she was a rag doll.

"Very good, just like that."
 
Raylee couldn't think straight as the emotions ran higher than what she can handle. The stimulation from the gargoyle confusing her senses even more, unsure of what is happening around her. It wasn't until she heard Gran'zel's voice that the fear slowly subsided and whimpered into the kiss. She hesitated at first being uncertain of how to handle being used like this.

Yet, her body is craving it, wanting to be used right now to get as much seed as possible.... It was that desire that made her stop thinking. Submitting to her Master in every way, eventually her body started to respond more naturally. Her hips pushing back to meet his every thrust and shortly after Gran'zel broke the kiss, hearing his praise... Raylee screamed when the orgasm overwhelmed her and she clawed into the rocks underneath her.

That energy she creates started to pour off her, feeding all of them her desires for more, filling the air with her scent to entice them that much more. With one hand she reached for Gran'zel and kissed him hard with a hunger for her mate. After a few seconds of kissing him, she felt another hand, most likely the Mistress guiding her head. Raylee could smell the intoxicating scent of sex growing stronger and stronger until her lips met with the demoness pussy.

Raylee heard the simple word 'lick' and reluctantly she started to kiss and lick the pussy in front of her. Meanwhile her hand found it's way to Gran'zel's cock and she started to stroke it. When she felt the rod in her ass start to thrust opposite of the gargoyle, Raylee's scream was muffled as another orgasm washed over her.
 
The demoness couldn't believe how obedient the angel was, a hand on the back of Raylee's head for support. She closed her eyes as she panted, her breasts moving up and down as she moaned. Her feet spread wider to give the angel better access to her dripping pussy, loving the feel of her tongue. It wasn't long before she was crying out as well, sweet orgasms feeding the angel her demonic cum.

The gargoyle picked up his speed, driving harder and faster into the tight angel. His sac was bouncing against Raylee's clit with each thrust, his hands tight on her thrusting hips. It wasn't long before he arched into the angel his cock slamming into her before his hot seed filled her eager body.

Gran'zel didn't take longer to climax, groaning as his hot seed spewed forth over his mate's face and back. The two males soon changed places, the demon fucking his queen hard and deep while watching her jack off the gargoyle and eat out the demoness. Both came on and in the angel once more before pulling out of her. The demoness finally pulled Raylee off of her by the hair, giving both of them a few moments to rest. However Anzerel decided to push the angel more, despite having her so well used. She leaned down and whispered in her student's ear.

"Start crawling little slut. You are to crawl all around this lake without falling in."
 
By the time they were done using her, Raylee was in tears from all the pain she felt. Her pussy being so abused that she could feel the swelling and bruising their cocks caused. When the demoness whispered her request. Raylee didn't say anything as her tail and ears dropped like a scolded puppy being punished. She could barely think straight and the rocky terrain dug and cut into her hands and knees as she very slowly crawled. All the nerves in her body were shocked to their core like pins and needles shooting into them.

She no longer felt like his Queen after hearing the screams of the tormented souls echoing in the caves. Causing her to feel like one of them. Questioning if he truly intends on making her his Queen or if she'll end up like those tormented souls. The whole time wondering if she is in fact being punished. If so, what did she do wrong to displease her mate?

Raylee managed to get at least half way around the lake before she couldn't move anymore. The rod in her ass drove her insane, mixing with the pain of her abused cunt. But what really stopped her from continuing is the cuts on her hands and knees. After a while she couldn't handle the pain that the rocks were causing as they dug into her skin. Raylee could smell the blood and knew it was hers as she felt it dripping from her trembling hands.

Glancing around she could see that she's only half way and somehow got the feeling that they didn't care how cut up she got. Lowering her ears flat against her head, barely with any strength left, she pushed herself to crawl again with extremely shaky limbs. Cringing with each movement she had to make. More and more doubts started to filter in, to the point of not believing that she is a good mate or Queen to Gran'zel.
 
As Raylee started her crawling, Diamont decided it was time to leave. He gave a little mock salute before lifting into the air. The gargoyle was soon out of sight, off to take care of other things. As Gran'zel and Anzerel watched the angel crawl, they talk for a bit. When the Angel was showing signs of stopping, the Demond's flew out to her. The rocks crunched under the Demoness's boots as she stopped beside the Angel, fingers stopping Raylee gently by her neck. She leaned down and whispered softly.

"That is enough for now. Go to your King and get some rest. We will continue later."

The metal cylinder was deftly pulled from Raylee's ass, folded by the blindfold. Anzerel stood up, the blindfold dangling from her fingers as she watched to see what the Angel would do.
 
Raylee wasn't paying too much attention to her surroundings, mostly focusing on not falling into the lava lake. Though she did hear the wings flying towards her and the sound of someone walking up from behind. Before she could really tell who it was, the whisper in her ear answered that question.

The bright light of flames hurt briefly after the blindfold was removed, taking a moment to readjust her vision. It was a bit disappointing when she realized that she barely made it half way around the lake. Granted she already knew it, yet the difference in how she saw things with the blindfold can be tricky. Seeing things without it only seemed to confirm the reality of it.

For a split second she almost protested, in her way not wanting to give up and had a greater need to keep going. The desire to show them both that she is stronger than this. However, she's never had to endure such things before and the harsh pounding between the two demons had her utterly spent. Raylee whimpered slightly as the rod was eventually removed and her tail instantly curled between her trembling legs.

Slowly and carefully, Raylee stood up, feeling the mixture of cum and blood crawling down her skin in various places. She didn't need to look at herself knowing that she is a mess, almost wondering what they all thought when seeing her like this.

“Thank You Mistress... for the session...”

She could barely get the words out, wondering what exactly the lessons were today. Although, she can't deny that she did learn a few new tricks at least. Something she can practice more on later until her next session with her Mistress. Instead of simply taking off like she wanted to, Raylee turned to face her Mistress and gave her a passionate kiss. It was without thought, her way of submitting to the demoness and showing her how much this training is appreciated.
 
The demoness was taken back for a moment by the passionate kiss, but she mmed as she quickly accepted it. Her hands cupped Raylee's face gently as the kiss was extended for a few moments longer before Anzerel broke it, licking her lips slowly.

"You did very well sweet angel. Do not think any less of yourself for what you have been through. Trust me, this is all part of helping make you much stronger."

She pulled away a little, one hand reachign down to rest lightly on the angel's right hip.

"Let's go and clean you up and get some rest."

The demoness helped the angel back around the lake towards the castle, where Gran'zel was waiting. He gave both of the females a light kiss on their lips before taking Raylee's hand in his. A little searching of the castle soon had the trio discovering a large hot springs room, where water had piped in to form a small pond.

"I think this will do nicely."
 
Raylee slowly walked the rest of the way to the castle, flying would have been easier. However, she really needed to stretch her legs out from being on her knees for so long. She didn't say much in response to the compliment, though there wasn't too much Raylee could have said. In reality of things, the scent from having both males seed coating her, pretty much kept her in a sexual haze the entire. There really wasn't any choice other than to focus on the task her mistress gave. Yet, being in heat and the constant scent and taste of sex made that task extremely difficult. Which made the compliment a bit easier to accept and the blush teasing her cheeks proved it was appreciated.

Taking one look at Gran'zel had Raylee silently aching for more of his seed. Despite how used her body is right now, that very same body craved for him. However, for the time, Raylee kept silent since she did need to rest and let her body heal some. Also, she really did want to be clean for him and right now, she is far from looking like a beautiful mate that deserved to be by his side.

Raylee had started to notice one major thing during her time here, that her energy level hasn't been improving at all. Truthfully, she shouldn't be feeling this drained, all she wanted to do is pass out. Feeding this new dark power has changed, normally it is the heavens light that fed her strength.

Here and after everything she's been through, she started to realize she needs to feed differently. At first she thought having her mates seed was providing enough, it's been helping in other ways, speeding up her healing and subduing the cravings of being in heat. She does feel more connected to him as well, making him literally the center of her world.

If she needed to feed off his seed, she hasn't figured out how to absorb the energy it might offer. Even then, she realized in that moment how starved she actually felt from the last few hours. The healing process of her wounds weren't healing as fast as they should be either. Realizing that she hasn't been gaining any energy back, nothing to replace what she has used.

“Daddy....”

She spoke up rather weakly as she waited for him to step into the pool first, following in after him and settled down on his lap.

“I feel hungry... I normally fed off the heavens light, it was all i needed... but here... I-I don't know what I need or how to replenish my energy... I don't know how to feed here..”

Raylee curled up in his lap, laying her head on his chest and closed her eyes to relax a bit.
 
Gran'zel frown ed a little as he listened to his mate talk about how she was having trouble regaining her strength. That would not do at all. He was quite for a few moments as he just held her on his lap, thinking. He finally spoke, his claws gently stroking along her sides.

"That will not do at all m'queen. We will have to do something to see about getting your strength replenished."

The demoness slipped into the pool near the two, mming at the warmth embracing her body. It wasn't quite as warm as another place she was fond of, but it would suit the purpose. She closed her eyes for a moment as she spoke up.

"Perhaps this castle has some secret within it to help her. I really doubt you had the time to fully explore the place. Perhaps that could be her next lesson."
 
Having him holding and caressing her brought out the comfort that she needed. After a couple of moments, she had started purring softly and very content with where she is. Her tail went to drape over Anzerel's thighs while listening to them both speak, all the while trying to get a feel of what it is she needed.

The water here is refreshing and it did seem to perk her up some, feeling how the cuts and bruises were finally healing. And yet, it didn't seem like it was enough, it wasn't fulfilling this void she felt. Again, she thought of his seed, wondering if she should try and feed off of it. However, she has plenty of his seed, along with that other demons seed.. if she was to feed off it, it would have happened by now.

Raylee giggled softly when hearing her Mistress mention exploring this place as a new task. Mainly because she knew the reasons as to why they haven't done much exploring.

"There's a certain someone here that tends to keep me... busy... Making it difficult to do much exploring."

Looking up and sticking her tongue out at him playfully. Then kissed his neck lovingly as she continued purring. At one point she splashed some water on her face, washing away the dried cum from earlier.

"This water is making me feel a little better. It isn't feeding this hunger that I have.. ."

Glancing down at her hands, finally realizing that they were no longer cut up and not a single scar. Her legs were the same way, healed without a trace of scaring on her flawless skin.

"I don't feel nearly as exhausted and it seems to be healing me too... almost better than your seed does."

She teased while splashing a bit more water on her face. The one thing that the water wasn't doing though, is bringing back that vibrant glow that she normally carries. Her wings and eyes weren't as bright and full of life as they were before.
 
He laughed softly at her teasing, a little smirk on his face. He kissed her forehead for a moment before leaning back against the side of the pool.

"I am only part of the problem why you haven't had a chance to explore the castle. You never showed an interest in doing so yet. Right?"

He grinned for a moment, his claws graze gently over her cheeks for a moment. He did notice the slight change in her appearance, wondering what all could be done to her. He figured the darkening of her overall appearance was due to the change of being an angel to taking on the more demonic aspects he had endowed upon her. Whatever it was, there was probably no changing her back to the way she had been.

The demoness reached over, lazily running her claws down along Raylee's spine for a moment.

"Yes, the sooner the little angel find her way to recharge, the sooner I can really teach her what she needs."

Anzerel giggled for a moment before she lifted up, turning the angel's face to hers to capture those sweet lips on hers. She kissed the angel deeply and passionately for a few moments before pulling away, licking her lips.
 
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