At no point did Jarmyr mask his pleasure over stripping his goddess of control, even if she was very likely allowing him to. Either way, he was determined to show her one hell of a time, even more so than in his past trysts with other women. He could feel himself growing more anxious as he drove out those beautiful sounds from her that echoed around the room; it incited him to drive her to that point of no return. The hunger in him to simply take her grew stronger, his hands slipped down to her thighs, gripping them roughly as he felt her hand on his hair. His eyes watched her body ebb and flow with delight from his mouth making love to her. Dalanesca deserved his best, after all, and he was just getting started. He continued onward even when he heard the rumblings of another person in their wake. Jarmyr was half paying attention to the man’s words but it seemed that he was sincere about not wanting to disturb them in the first place. While he would have brushed it off, the damage had been done and before he knew it, Dalanesca slipped out of her position with the greatest of ease and removed him from savoring any further.

Dammit.

The demon’s eyes didn’t leave her before she gave him a wicked, lust laced kiss and went after the other man. From his brief experiences with how she took to such offenses from those beneath her, he could only mouth the words, “Got some bad luck here, bud” before he shifted enough to watch her punish him. It was swift and at least he didn’t suffer too much as he collapsed into a bloody mess on her floor. The body and heart would likely be taken away for disposal and the mess cleaned up by the other staff members, to keep the house well in order.

Jarmyr watched with indifference- he didn’t know of him and killings happened all the time for whatever reasons, so the sight didn’t distract him from his focus, which was still the goddess in all her glory. “Fate is unkind some the unlucky”, he retorted as he laid on his side, waiting for her to come back and resume. The wait wouldn’t be for long and he found himself once again beneath her. Her warm and inviting skin pressed against his own, her scent ever intoxicating his senses. She knew which points to strike to arouse him and she was damn good at stringing it along. His own moans slipped out as she played with his ear, feeling her hips working against him. At this point, he couldn’t bear it any longer and her sweet, honey coated words only made it worse. With his strength, he lifted her up slightly and moved one of his hands off her and onto his manhood, Stroking it a couple of times, he positioned her so that he could finally give her exactly what she would be craving.

“Look at me”, he said in a darker, commanding tone. His eyes latched onto her as he let Dal feel him against her. No words were needed for ready she was, he could feel it and she would see just how much he craved for this moment. Jarmyr lowered her down, letting her take in the tip of his member as it entered before taking in every single inch of the rest of him. He made sure that her eyes were on his the entire time. He let out a long sigh and let his head sink into the pillow it was under. The warmth he could feel inside her was like a summer’s evening and his hips started to thrust up in a steady pace against her. It wouldn’t last though- as soon as he felt that she grew comfortable, he quickened the pace a bit more with every thrust. He didn’t shy away from reaching for her breasts, massaging and squeezing them at his leisure; his thumbs would go on to stroke and pinch her nipples as he moved beneath the goddess in a more primal motion. His mind slipped into bliss as louder moans were coaxed out of him and his hands would come down to her plump rear, gripping hard and giving it the occasional slap.

The sight of the deadman and the disturbance from earlier was all but forgotten by now; lust was all but fueling him at this point as he brought her down to another hungry kiss, one that he couldn’t get enough of her taste as his hand pressed down against the back of her head. He groaned softly in his throat, breaths being few and far between them before he rolled them on the bed so that he was over her now, their bodies barely pressed together. His lips suckled on the flesh of her, likely leaving a mark or two on her for later. The demon slipped right back into her and covered her mouth with his hand as his hips thrust aggressively against hers.

Dalanesca’s eyes met those of her lover as he commanded her to look at him, a combination of lust and also what could be a smattering of love intermingled in her gaze. As he lowered her down to him, she made a soft noise as the tip of his manhood slid inside of her - a noise that transposed into a gasp of pleasure as he let her slide the rest of the way down and she took the full length of him inside of her. A pleasure filled smile crossed her lips as Jarmyr lowered his head back into the pillow, clearly content with the sensation of being so closely connected to her.

As he reached a steady rhythm beneath her, she began to meet his thrusts, pressing her body down into him so that he slid as deeply inside of her as was possible, moans espcaping her own lips and intermingling with Jarmyr’s moans. Her hands came to cover his own as he gripped at her breasts, each tweak of her nipples causing a gasping moan to escape her lips once more.

As he pulled her down into another passionate kiss, she continued to move her body against him, lifting her hips up so that his manhood would all but slide out of her, only the tip remaining inside, before lowering herself quickly back down onto him, continuing in this rhythm while her pace increased to match his own. When he abruptly flipped them so he was now above her, she let out a disappointed sound, as though she were saddened that their connection had been broken.

She let him continue to have control of her, enjoying the feeling of being the one in submission for a change. But when he slammed his body back into her own, filling her with his manhood once more, she let out something akin to a moan intermingled with a scream of ecstasy. She let him continue to take her at his own pace, until she could no longer take it.


Her hands found his back, and she dug her nails into his flesh. With the same movement, she pulled him down to her, kissing Jarmyr with an almost violent fervor. She pulled her face from his and moved it to the side, biting rather strongly at his earlobe, loving the fact that she knew he could handle quite a bit more than any average lover would. ”Harder,” she breathed, begging for him to push further than he had.

She continued to breathe words of enticement at him. ”Faster,” she breathed. ”Make me yours,” she moaned. She clenched her muscles around him, as though she were egging him on to let go of any inhibitions and make her completely his.

While he had his fill of all sorts of females- humans, elves, drow, demons, and other humanoids, Jarmyr was also well aware that a goddess was in a different class from the rest. But even considering that, Dalanesca would have been in her own class from her deity sisters. As he had admired the view of her on top of him, she was a gorgeous beauty with a ceaseless hunger and was capable of doing the darkest things without regret. She was complex yet simple in her wants and needs as she demonstrating in their session. He couldn’t help but feel his ego stroked with each wave of moans she breathed out, the way her hips moved primally against his. It had been his fantasy ever since their first encounter to bed her, to please her while he was sure to enjoy it. Perhaps at one point, in the beginning, he’d consider her to be his greatest conquest; who could really blame him after all? But it had long since been forgotten as they danced around each other for what felt like an eternity. He switched places with her which informed him of her disappointment, but he would make up for it and then some.

He felt nothing but the heat of her body against his own, as well as the sweat dripping from his body. Every single one of his muscle he could feel was tensing up but he’d be damned if he wasn’t loving it. His hips moved against her, working out as much of he could of the goddess. Her nails would only serve to goad him further over the edge. Little and little, the man gave way to his inner beast, kissing her just as fiercely. Her taste was akin to sweet nectar and his hands were now gripping hard against the headboard, threatening to break it at any given moment.

It was hard for him to not think of this as the long-awaited fantasy and instead it is the actual reality. It was hard to think of anything else but tending and pleasing her, being drawn in by her seductive words. With each command, he obediently followed- his thrustings quickening and rougher, but he managed a shred of control enough to keep a rhythm. The bed rocked violently as the beast in him was slowly throwing that bit of self-control out of the window, the headboard was cracking beneath his hands. With a wild grin across his face, Jarmyr released his death grip to wrapped his arms around her. It wouldn’t take long for Dalanesca to figure out his reasoning when he simultaneously got up off the bed and dragged her up to the edge and tightened his grip around her thighs before he immersed himself inside again. What was once steady and controlled rhythms of motion, now became rough thrashing motions of his hips. His dilating eyes watched her body, moving upwards from those silky smooth legs up her stomach to her breasts, neck lips before meeting her eyes.

“Look at me”, he managed to gasp out as he felt the climax stirring. He wanted to her to look in his eyes and remember this night for as long as she lived. He certainly would, for he would do as she wished- claim her as his own. The demon continued on, coaxing her stomach with one hand while holding up one of the legs with the other, his thrusts into her Eden garden drew him into a wave of climax that shook his whole body. As it came over him, all of the air seemed to have been taken from his lungs as he stood there. He was completely spent and the grin across his face seemed everlasting before he nearly collapsed onto her, his face buried beneath her raven locks as he was able to find the strength to breathe again. Fortunately, he was shifting his weight as to not completely drown her, and to also ready himself in case she wanted to get up.