Fanfiction "Romance Club. Secret of Heaven" | The Story of "Too Hot"

Vicki only met Satan once, and that was at the Unrecognized Ball. But his gaze forever took away her heart and her ability to think sensibly; his voice seemed to come from everywhere; the fingers with which he straightened the fallen harness of the dress left hot and phantom marks; a playful smile kindled a flame inside, worse than Hell; and at night she languished from mind-blowing dreams, which were accompanied by an innumerable number of orgasms, and the bed under the young devil was nobly soaked with moisture, as if it were not a dream.

The Lord of Hell didn't show up at school, the ball where he greeted the demon students was the only place where Vicki saw him.

“Mimi, when will we see Satan again?”

“When he wants it,” the brunette shrugged.

- In what sense? Walker didn't hesitate.

- In such that he has a lot of things to do, and if he needs one of the demons, he will be called, - Mimi began to get annoyed with Vicki's interrogations. The demoness got up from the bed and walked over to the table where the juice stood.

“Don’t be angry, I just can’t forget him and get him out of my head. It’s generally normal that we even don’t know each other, but I’m thinking how to get into his pants ... - Vicki ran her tongue over her plump lips and bit the tip, imagining what kind of penis the Lord of Hell had.

“I won’t spend the night in a room tonight, fuck someone already and stop annoying me with your nonsense about the king ...

- I want to fuck him.

Mimi rolled her eyes in surprise, and nearly choked on her orange juice.

Watch your tongue, he can hear it. Are you kidding me?

“No,” Walker replied with a smile, hugging her friend. - I'm not kidding.

“Go on,” the demoness pushed her on the shoulder and laughed. “To dream of intimacy with Satan, but you are more insane than Fencio.

“Does he also dream of intimacy with the king?” Or with God?

The girls almost simultaneously laughed at the stupidity of the thought and in general, who wants to sleep with Fencio. Dino appeared truly without conception. They laughed loudly until a mock sigh was heard behind them. The girls turned around and joyful laughter, and then a smile slipped from their beautiful faces.

“Master,” Mimi bowed her head, Vicki repeated after her friend.

"Mimi, get out," he said softly.

The girl threw a quick glance at Vicki, which was more like: “Done the game ?!” and left the room.

Walker's heart was beating violently against her chest, and it seemed that now she would pierce her lungs and run away from the room. The silence and his piercing gaze that the girl felt on herself burned her skin. From the intensity of emotions, the walls of the room seemed to be narrowing and preparing to flatten Vicki.

She stood with her head down, afraid to look at the one she had dreamed of for so long. Contradictions fought inside, and the girl could not make the right decision. She did not hear his quiet steps, she realized that he was nearby only when she noticed the toes of perfectly polished boots.

It was impossible to determine the energy of Satan, because closeness with him clouded the mind, and did not allow the thought of anything. A man's hand slid roughly up his neck, pressing into the hollow between his collarbones, a hoarse moan escaped from his plump lips, and his heart skipped a beat to start to an even stronger rhythm as Vicky stared into his scarlet pools.

"Funny," he chuckled.

- What's funny? the girl asked hoarsely.

“That you’re the only one who talks so openly about being close to me.

"I don't think you're having trouble with that ..."

Satan flashed his eyes and touched the girl's lips with his thumb, persistently penetrating inside.

“I am in trouble, my dear, only because your mouth is occupied with words and not with deeds.

Vicki opened her mouth obediently letting in the devil's finger, clasping her lips, and caressing the tip with her tongue. With her hands, she reached for the belt of his trousers, quickly overcoming the obstacle, penetrated into the open fly with her palm, continuing to suck her thumb, not taking her eyes off the scarlet irises. The girl's lips stretched into a smile, slightly biting the man's finger, from the size of his penis.

Removing his finger from the girl's mouth, Satan pulled her by the back of her head, passionately bursting into her mouth with a hot tongue. He liked the way she behaved, liked to see her hot thoughts, and the way she tore the shirt, exposing the man's chest. The palms imperiously squeezed the girl's buttocks, while lips and tongues greedily intertwined in a hot kiss.

Vicki went downstairs, leaving kisses and bites on Satan's neck and chest. And then kneeling down, the girl, like a cobra, with teasing movements, touched the head of the excited penis with the tip of her tongue, forcing the devil to squeeze her mop of black hair with his hands. She cupped her head with her lips, sucking gently on it as her fingers caressed her testicles. Walker played with lips and tongue with his cock, and Satan did not hold back his hoarse moans. With his hand, he stroked her jet-black hair, winding it around his fist, slightly pressing on the back of the head, helping the girl to sit down with her mouth on the cock. Even stronger, even deeper, even more tender. Honey for the ears - to hear her quiet moans, to feel the caressing heated tongue, lips clasping the head, hands playing the most delicate flute. Vicki admired his hoarse growls and the way he pushed hungrily down her throat. From the realization that next to her was the lord of Hell, who drove her crazy for many nights, the clothes got wet more, and the desire to satisfy this man flared up with violent force. He had already begun to give in under the onslaught of her caresses - hardened, and increased, and throbbed. Satan leaned forward with his hips, uttering a menacing roar, poured into her mouth a warm, salty liquid, squeezing her hair with force and pulling it back.

Pulling her chin up, he thought that the girl deserved not only to hold a member in her mouth, but also to feel it in herself. The burning gaze of this young demoness easily overshadowed thousands of others. Pushing her toward the bed, he slipped his hands under her dress without another word. Fingering the thin fabric of the soaked panties with his fingers, he pulled them off with a jerk, and then the dress flew away, leaving the beautiful demoness naked. Spreading his legs as wide as possible, he moved kisses on the shin, knee, biting the inside of the thigh with his teeth, which caused the girl to squeak, for which she was immediately destroyed by his gaze.

Fire lit up in his eyes. Grasping her hips with both hands, Satan pulled her sharply towards him. Vicki grabbed the edge of the bed with her hands to keep from falling off. Before she had time to recover from the fact that she had just almost fallen, heat spread through her body from the touch of his tongue on the hottest point. Biting her lips into the blood from his sweet caresses, Vicki leaned her hips forward, towards the hot lips and tongue. His slightly wiry beard added spice to the moment, scratching incredibly delicate skin, leaving small marks, while his tongue drew and drew intricate patterns, absorbing the juices from which the girl was flowing with his lips. Soft, warm and wet tongue explored her secret zones, penetrating into her, with new force forcing Vicki to succumb to her hips forward and bite her lips into the blood. His strong hands gripped her hips, leaving white marks under her fingers, pulling her closer and caressing her with his tongue and lips as passionately as possible. She trembled and shuddered, holding back moans in her chest. The girl felt that she was about to finish, clinging more strongly to the silk sheets with her fingers, greedily catching air with her mouth.

"I want you," she moaned hoarsely. - Ask…

Grabbing the trouser belt with his hands, Satan turned Vicki around, placing a pillow under her stomach, he tightened the belt around her wrists. Squeezing her hips with his hands until reddening, he entered her with a sharp push, forcing her to moan even louder and sit down on him even more furiously. Rough and strong thrusts were mixed with an affectionate tongue on the neck, gentle biting. The moans grew louder, the bodies were covered with droplets of sweat, gleaming. My ears were ringing, my heart was pounding, my breath was ragged. Satan's fingers touched the clitoris, gently squeezing, pressing, drawing patterns around, viscous moisture from the accumulated excitement. He took her by the bound wrists, pulled sharply towards him, which made the girl arch her back even more, throwing her ass up to the top. Sensitivity in the lower abdomen tightened into one big lump to explode from strong shocks, from a feeling of fullness, from strong hands squeezing the buttocks, from incredible excitement. The sonorous slaps left red imprints, and groans were torn from the girl's lips, and Satan only pushed harder and rougher into her, bringing both to such a desired peak. Her moans intoxicated, turned on and broke down the walls that he had built for years, not allowing himself to feel anything more than lust. Feeling how the wet walls begin to shrink, he bent over her, caressing her velvety body, strewn with a myriad of goosebumps, pulling and twisting her nipples with force, cumming abundantly with Vicki, reveling in voluptuous moans.

When, after a while, her heartbeat calmed down and her breathing was restored, Vicki pulled on a shirt, the buttons of which lay on the floor, like witnesses of intense passion.

"Take it off," he whispered hoarsely.

“I want to keep it for myself, as a wonderful memory of this day,” Vicki climbed onto the bed like a cat, saddling the lord of Hell, ran her fingers over his chest, playfully biting her lips.

- Why leave in memory what can be repeated constantly?