Demon Sex

My eyes widened, and I felt a thrill run down my spine. It was clear what she was hinting at—a place in my harem. The idea of having a beautiful demon chef at my beck and call was too good to pass up. Plus, with her fire magic, I had no doubt she'd be able to handle the more...exotic dishes that I had in mind.

"Very well," I said, extending my hand. "You shall have your creative freedom, and in exchange, you will be the head chef in my palace. And," I added with a wink, "you shall be welcome to indulge in the...other pleasures of the gods."

Coral's eyes gleamed, and she took my hand firmly. "No more playing coy, Cal Teo," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "If you want me, just say it."

Her directness caught me off guard, and I felt my cheeks flush. "I...I want to have sex with you," I blurted out, the words feeling strange on my tongue.

Her grin widened, revealing a hint of sharp teeth. "I thought so," she murmured, stepping closer. Her hand slid down my side, her fingers dancing over the fabric of my pants until she reached my cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze, and I gasped, the heat of her touch burning through the material. "And I, in turn, wish to experience the divine union you speak of."

With a thought, I harnessed the power granted by Calla, and in a flash of lightning, we were teleported to my chambers in the palace. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, the light dancing off the gold and blue of the decor. The grandeur of the space only served to amplify Coral's fiery beauty as she looked around, a hint of awe in her eyes.

The air in the room grew thick with desire as she dropped to her knees in front of me. With a grace that belied her fiery nature, she unbuckled my belt, letting my pants fall to the floor. My cock sprang free, and she took it into her mouth, her tongue dancing over the length of it with a skill that was almost supernatural. I groaned, my hands tangling in her hair as she worked me, the sensation unlike anything I had ever felt. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, the purple flames in them burning brighter with every stroke.

Then, she stood and reached behind her to remove her own clothing, revealing a body that could have been carved by the gods themselves. Her breasts were large and firm, her skin a canvas of pulsing purple veins that mirrored the patterns of the flaming tattoos that snaked over her flesh. I watched, entranced, as she offered herself to me, her body trembling with need. I stepped closer and took one of her breasts in my hand, giving it a squeeze that made her gasp around my cock. The taste of her power was intoxicating, a hint of brimstone and heat that only made me want more.

With a final, deep suck, she pulled away, standing to her full height. "Now, it's my turn," she purred, her eyes glowing with an intensity that could melt the coldest heart. She pushed me back onto the bed, her hands roaming over my body as she straddled me. Her hips rocked back and forth, teasing me, as she lined herself up with my cock. With a swift motion, she took me into her, the heat of her pussy like a brand against my skin.

Her moans grew louder as she rode me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. Her purple spit glistened on my shaft, mixing with the slickness of her desire. Her eyes never left mine as she worked herself into a frenzy, her hands gripping the bedposts so tightly that sparks flew. I could feel the power building in her, the flames of her passion threatening to consume us both.

And then it was too much. She threw her head back and screamed, her orgasm ripping through her like a tornado. The room shook with the force of it, the windows rattling in their frames. And as she came, I couldn't hold back anymore. I shot my load deep inside her, the force of it making her convulse around me.

As our climaxes subsided, she leaned down to kiss me, her teeth grazing my lower lip. "Now," she murmured, "now I know what it's like to fuck a god." Her tail swished back and forth, the flame at the tip casting a hypnotic pattern on the ceiling.

I grinned up at her, feeling more alive than I ever had before. "And now," I said, flipping her over onto her stomach, "it's time to show you what else a god can do."

With a roar, I slammed into her ass, the heat of her body meeting the power of the storm in a clash that was felt throughout the palace. Her screams of pleasure filled the room, echoing off the marble walls. The force of our union was like nothing I had ever experienced before, a maelstrom of passion and power that seemed to shake the very foundations of reality.

And as we fucked, the room around us transformed, the walls becoming a whirlwind of lightning and thunder. The bed beneath us grew and morphed into a throne of pure energy, the sheets shimmering with the same blue light that danced in Calla's eyes. I could feel her presence, watching us, approving.

Her horns pierced the air as I used them as handles to drive into her even deeper. Her grey skin, flaming with the heat of our passion. Her noises grew more and more feral, a symphony of pleasure that seemed to resonate with the very fabric of the room. "Oh fuck, it's so big," she screamed, the words almost lost in the cacophony of our lovemaking.

With every thrust, she bucked back into me, urging me to go harder, faster. "Oh my god, I'm gonna cum," she moaned, her voice a mix of ecstasy and desperation. The sound of her tight ass slapping against my hips filled the air, punctuated by the crack of lightning and the thunderous roar of my own release. The storm outside our windows mirrored the tempest within, as if Calla herself was giving us her blessing, or perhaps enjoying the show.