Lila’s POV

My body would not stop shaking.

I lay sprawled on the floor in a puddle of glowing demonic cum, belly slightly rounded, thighs slick and trembling. Every breath I took tasted like smoke and sex. My pussy throbbed painfully, still leaking thick rivers of Azrael’s seed that refused to stay inside me. The corruption had sunk deeper now.

I could feel it pulsing in my veins, making my skin hypersensitive, turning every drop of his cum into liquid fire that made me crave more.

I should have been terrified. Instead I crawled toward him on my hands and knees, voice hoarse and broken.

“More,” I begged, tears mixing...