Stanley sat at the edge of the bed naked and lightly soaked with sweat. His dick had gone soft but now it was wet with saliva. In his hand he held the remnants of his torn boxers with an annoyed expression yet his mind was not on the scrap of underwear but rather on the experience he just had.
'That was one of the best orgasms I've ever had' he noted to himself in a clinical tone.
Was it weird that Stanley has made it to a point in his relationship with Ezraphel that he was able to critique and rate the quality of his orgasms? Yes, yes it was but here we are and that had some concerning implications. Not the fact that he's able to critique his orgasms but the fact that the effects of the corrupted food could induce an overall better sexual experience after consumption.
'As if I needed another thing to tempt me into becoming a sex addict' he thought, throwing aside the underwear scrap to stand and stretch.
Turning around he scowled "how long are you going to lie there?"
Behind him Ezraphel laid sprawled on the bed in a daze with glazed eyes partially rolled back, her mouth open and tongue lolled out in a familiar 'fucked silly' smile. Her apron was still intact, barely, with the upper front now folded between the valley of her perky breasts while the lower end was cast aside to reveal her dripping wet pussy quivering and clenching in anticipation for an insertion that would not come…for now.
"Seriously, quit basking in the afterglow and get up, we're burning daylight."
Following his reprimand Ezraphel's expression turned from 'fucked silly' into a pout "I was hoping you would satiate yourself more."
He almost rolled his eyes. "I already did."
He wasn't even lying and while he could definitely go for another round or four they were supposedly on a schedule.
And besides…
"Something tells me I'm gonna have plenty of opportunities to pick this up later."
It's practically a given if she was serious about the whole 'Makai experience' thing.
'Which also means more exposure to this kind of stuff' he thought to himself with a complicated expression.
Shaking his head he asked "so, what's next?"
Ezraphel sprang to her feet as she regarded him with a chipper smile and answered "a nice hot bath~"
"…okay."
"Hmm? Were you perhaps hoping for something else?"
"No comment."
"Fufufu, very well now let's get you cleaned up and prepped~"
"The hell is that supposed to mean?"
She said nothing at first as she strutted towards the bathroom door with an exaggerated sway of her hips. Despite him rolling his eyes the display did stir something in him before he snuffed it out.
Once she reached the door Ezraphel looked over her shoulder with a smirk "why don't you come and find out~" and with a saucy wink she sashayed through the open door leaving him alone.
He stared at the open doorway for a moment noting how oddly bright the interior seemed, to the point that he couldn't see anything save for a white light. He huffed at the sight before making his way over and crossed the threshold to find himself standing in the extravagant bath house Ezraphel was so enamored with.
*FWEET*
He jumped a bit from the sudden loud high pitch whistle from the side followed by Ezraphel's voice "eyes over here Stanley."
Following the command Stanley was treated to the sight of the Lilim with her long white hair tied in a high ponytail standing next to the shower section where a small stool was situated with a small tray of assorted bathroom products in hand. She was also wearing a red one piece high cut swimsuit straight out of a Baywatch porn parody. She even had a whistle hanging around her neck and a little boogie board under her armpit.
Before Stanley could get out a whatthe fuck Ezraphel hugged the little board under her chest and leaned forward in a way that made it clear the only thing preventing her chest from spilling out was literal magic. Yet it wasn't the visuals that caught Stanley's attention but rather the words that came out of her mouth.
"I see you don't have a lifeguard for your beach~"
…to this day Stanley still contemplated whether or not it was a wise decision for him to explain to Ezraphel in detail the concept of memes and get her hooked on those YouTube meme channels.
With a sigh he closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose yet still replied "Ez, this isn't a beach it's a bath house."
At this the Lilim gave him a smile of glee as she gasped and pointed "you said the thing!"
"And I'm already starting to regret it."
"No take backs!" she admonished before straightening her posture "now come, it's time to get you nice and cleaned up for your big day~"
"You were actually being serious about the service thing" he muttered in mild surprise.
"When have I ever not been serious about servicing you?"
He took a moment to think about it before conceding "point."
Meanwhile Ezraphel's eyes dipped and a smirk adorned her face as she pointed "of course I will also be taking care of that."
Looking down Stanley found at some point he had gotten an erection.
He leveled a glare that was one part annoyance and incredulity at his manhood "really?"
'How the hell did I not notice that?'
Also, he just dumped a literal liter of cum down Ezraphel's throat.
'Why the hell am I still hard!?'
Usually it required a bit more stimulus than a mere sexy outfit to get him to full mast especially when he wasn't really fiending for sex.
'That food might have affected me more than I thought.'
And with that thought he found an answer to his earlier question about how he didn't notice himself getting hard. The truth was that he did notice but it just as easily slipped his mind in the same way some would acknowledge an itch. In this case the particular itch was persistent and with him now being alerted to it he found himself becoming more and more eager to get it scratched.
"I already hate this."
"Trust the process Stanley" she spoke reassuringly before gesturing to the stool for him to sit.
Stanley felt his eyes involuntarily twitch at that word shifting his gaze to her face.
"…"
He said nothing as he stared with a neutral expression which was less unnerving to the Lilim than the emotions she could sense him cycling through while meeting her gaze.
"Stanley?"
"Trust huh?" he muttered to himself before he made his way over to the stool and sat himself down with a grunt of "fine" he looked at her over his shoulder "I'll choose to trust you Ez."
With his head turned away Stanley missed the brief expression of guilt that flashed through her eyes before she straightened up with newfound resolution. Ezraphel's 'service' started with her using the portable showerhead to get his body wet before applying the shampoo.
"What brand is that?" he asked suspiciously.
"Head and Shoulders, as you prefer" she answered while running her hands through his shampooed hair.
"Doesn't smell like it" he grumbled taking a sniff "what is that?"
"Aloe Vera" Ezraphel spoke as she massaged the shampoo into his scalp.
"I don't remember buying that one."
"Of course not" she finished washing her hands "I had Natalie get it for me."
"You didn't have to do that just for shampoo."
"It's two-in-one and I disagree, it wouldn't be much of a surprise if you knew about it."
"It's just a hair care product though. I don't think it's worth the effort."
"I disagree Stanley, because now you are wondering if I went through the trouble just for this then what other surprises do I have in store for you?"
"You're not wrong" he admitted while genuinely wondering that.
After leaving the shampoo/conditioner in his hair to settle Ezraphel took the bottle of liquid soap and squirted onto a loofah bath sponge to begin the next stage of her service.
"I'm surprised you didn't give the soap and shampoo the same corruption treatment" he said conversationally.
"I was tempted but thought it was too excessive."
"Really? You thought something was too excessive?"
His tone was sarcastic playful even however Ezraphel had a small frown on her face as she answered "I know your confidence in me has dwindled in light of my recent…blunder however I maintain that it was a remnant of the woman I was before and I swear that nothing like it or any other past incidents will happen again."
"Yeah well…"
'I don't believe you.'
He hesitated for a moment as the choice words were on the tip of his tongue, however he decided against speaking them. There really wasn't anything left to say on that topic without it turning into a headache so he let it rest with her declaration.
Luckily for him Ezraphel was willing to move on with her next words being "besides if you became so 'enthusiastic' after a single meal then I can only imagine what any more would do to you."
"Don't remind me" he grumbled looking surly at his erection "seriously, did you put something else in that food, I've been in your dark demon realm pocket dimension and this never happened."
At least it didn't if he never allowed it to.
Ezraphel started working the soapy sponge across his body as she answered "there is a misconception. The reaction you would receive in a demon realm is a side effect of the corruption itself but if you are already corrupted then the effects are significantly lessened unless exposed to a more potent source of demonic energy."
Stanley immediately caught on to what she was saying. Basically since he was always exposed to her mana he simply got used to its effects.
"Then what's the difference with the food?"
Because it certainly didn't certainly feel more potent than Ezraphel's mana.
"Intent" Ezraphel answered as she started using her hands and breasts in the lathering process which by the way did not at all help with his boner situation "the meal was made for a specific purpose that I am sure is obvious by now."
"I think I get it" he looked down at his erection with furrowed brows "so, in your expert opinion, how many times do I have to cum to get rid of this?"
Ezraphel didn't answer immediately, instead taking a few more seconds to get the rest of his body thoroughly lathered up.
Once she was done she answered "I'm not sure."
Stanley looked at her over his shoulder "are you being serious?"
"Different strokes for different folks I believe the saying goes" Ezraphel shrugged "though I am very willing to find out."
Stanley rolled his eyes "as if you didn't plan for this to happen."
"Eeeh~" she made a so-so gesture.
"You're not going to convince me you didn't see this coming."
Her response was to give a beatific smile that looked as innocent as it felt insincere to him.
Seeing this Stanley snorted "whatever, let's get on with it. I sure as shit am not walking around with a fucking stiffy."
The Lilim snickered at the word 'stiffy' to which Stanley narrowed his eyes.
Recomposing herself, Ezraphel clapped her hands "shall we get started then?"
"I've been ready."
"Excellent" she whispered in his ears sending an involuntary shiver down his spine.
With the way she was leaning forward onto his back with her hands encircling him Stanley expected to get a handjob however instead she produced what appeared to be a dark purple figurine of an overly busty succubus that suspiciously looked like the woman holding.
"The hell is that?"
"Oh, just something I made for the occasion."
It wasn't until she started bringing it to his erection that he realized what he was staring at. It was a fucking onahole, she made a custom fleshlight in her image because why the fuck not?
'I'm not even going to question it-URK!'
The moment Ezraphel slipped his cock into the onahole he realized two things. First, the interior of that thing did not feel like the usual medical grade silicone he vaguely remembered from his old small collection. Second, he should have known that the 'made in her image' thing would extend beyond its appearance.
"Ah!"
Any further thoughts were disrupted by the oncoming pleasure as Ezraphel started jerking him off.
"Surprise~"she whispered in his ears "bet you didn't see that coming~"
Stanley gritted his teeth, no he did not. Why would he expect the woman who forced him to delete (read: put in permanent storage) his extensive porn collection and straight up throw away the few fleshlights he owned would ever create just a normal fleshlight to be used on him?
In the aftermath of what he'd termed Pornmageddon, Ezraphel made it clear that she would be the ultimate and only instrument of his sexual satisfaction. She straight up lectured him on why he should never so much as masturbate again without her supervision. He had no say in the matter beyond dictating where, when and how he wanted her.
"How does it feel?" the Lilim whispered huskily in his ear to which "is it good? I bet it feels really good your body is trembling so much~"
Stanley jerkily turned his head to glare at her though the menace was severely diminished by his ever increasing struggle to maintain composure in the face of her onslaught.
"Urk!"
*SPURT*
For the second time that day Stanley came and by the gods it felt even better than the first time. He didn't know whether to chalk it up to the effects of the food or the fact that this time he was being jerked off by someone who was the expert in knowing the best ways to get him off. Or maybe it was a mix of both? In any case it didn't change the fact that Stanley came inside the onahole with the force of a fire hose.
"Oh my~" Ezraphel exhaled. "I think you let out more than last time. I'm not sure how to feel about that" she frowned.
He spent a few moments emptying his balls into that onahole which managed to retain all of it without so much as a single leakage; it merely expanded before reverting back to its original size. Ezraphel slipped the onahole off his penis with a wet sucking sound leaving Stanley reeling from the experience. Despite this he still had enough wit to hear Ezraphel's next words.
"You're still hard."
Stanley blinked with a bit of coherence, returning to find Ezraphel's words to be true.
'Son of a bitch.'
Ezraphel sighed, placing a hand on her cheek as she gazed at his phallus "it appears that I underestimated just how potent the meal would be."
"Y-you think!?" he grumbled out, voice breathless.
"Oh well, I suppose there's nothing to do about it but to milk-I mean satisfy your urges so that it will not impede you…at least for another half hour."
He couldn't ask whether she meant he would be satisfied for that long or that she would spend that amount of time with him right now before she pulled him off the stool and onto her embrace. Stanley found himself now sitting on his ass on the cold tile between Ezraphel long legs which locked down and spread his own apart while her hands intertwined over his arms and chest. Stanley was effectively trapped and upon realizing this he gave the Lilim an over the shoulder glare.
"What the fuck are you doi-HNG!?"
His yell was cut off once the Lilim who slipped the onahole back onto his cock.
"I bet you think I am quite the hypocrite right now" the Lilim began conversationally "I certainly feel like one using this toy instead of my clearly superior body. Honestly I wouldn't have even bothered but I can see the merit in doing something like this, a new perspective perhaps."
At this point in her musings minutes had passed and Stanley was on his third orgasm yet Ezraphel did not let up. For the first time in a long while Stanley was being subjected to so much pleasure that the man became insensate.
"Of course I wasn't about to use some pathetic mass produced toy of questionable quality" the Lilim continued "oh no, my Stanley only deserves the best and so naturally I took it upon myself to create the ultimate sex toy…or as close to one with the materials at hand."
With eyes glazed, mind numb and body assaulted with near unfathomable amounts of pleasure Stanley could do nothing but moan and groan in pleasure as Ezraphel mercilessly extracted another orgasm from him bringing the number up to four in total since the start of that morning.
"No doubt you recognize what this particular toy feels like don't you? Does it remind you of something?"
Stanley didn't answer, couldn't answer as the pleasure intensified along with Ezraphel's stroking.
She leaned in closer to his ears and whispered "I modeled it after my pussy."
That word whispered sultrily in his ear got an instant reaction "hrk!"
"My vagina" she continued with a smile stretching as she enjoyed his reaction to her words.
"Grr."
"My cunt" she sped up her motions
"Staaahp" he groaned.
And she did for a second before continuing "my tight…hot…wet little fuck hole ahn~" she finished off with a moan before her tongue slithered into his ear.
That was it for Stanley right then.
"FFFUUUUCK~"
*SSSPUUURRRT*
-To Be Continued-