Asmodeus leaned comfortably against a wooden throne big enough to seat three people with his back draped in a soft cotton robe. A contented dark elf lay belly-first across his lap, plump butt swaying in the air with each breath.
He rested his hand on her thigh, squeezing the soft meat just below where her pear-shaped curve formed—a comfortable heat leaking into his palm from her smooth skin.
"How does it feel?" He asked, while stroking up and down her legs, kneading her thighs and buttocks, while savouring the contrast between the tight muscles and squishy fat.
"Mm~ you're being naughty again..." She swatted at the large palm, spreading her cheeks, looking back at him with her tongue pushed out. "Since you made my legs so feeble, face the consequences!"
He tilted his head to the side. "Wasn't it you who begged me for more the moment you regained consciousness? Even Sariel and Riel were shocked..."
