She was moaning, almost screaming. This was too much. She thought this couldn’t get better, but still, when she almost passed out after she came, her master kept driving her to her edge. She didn’t know that kind of pleasure before and now she couldn’t get enough. “Oh my fucking god, my master, please… Please…” she whimpered not knowing what she was even seekinh. “Oh my Lord… My beautiful… L-lord…” she stuttered her voice cut as she felt she would come again. Crying and arching her back, she tried to catch her breath, as she was a wet mess.
His hand was teasing her pussy already – but Lucifer didn’t want his latest conquest to simply die from pleasure. He didn’t stop sucking on her big tit, still, slurping loudly on her breast and pulling her nipple between his teeth. “Come then,” he said as his hand righted her. He picked up a collar and collared the girl, using a pair of ancient iron chains to bind the angel’s hands behind her, connecting the two together. Her servitude was complete. “Come.” He took the ‘leash’, another length of chain, and made her crawl on her knees into the bedroom before turning around. “Now, sweet angel, pleasure your master.” He withdrew the mammoth unholy cock from his pants. It dangled low, almost to his knees, thicker around than her bicep and still soft.




