Virginity lost together <3

The hero's party fails to defeat the new demon lord. When only one person is left standing, the demon lord revels in his triumph.

"Have them prepared as my new concubine. Let them feel the humiliation of being taken by the one who they sought to kill," he declares in his low and intimidation timber.

The demon nobility all cackle and jeer as you're led away.

Later that evening, Belial storms into his bed chamber where you wait. The moment the guards leave, the great and powerful demon lord drops his facade of calculating indifference and grabs your shoulders roughly in panic, his eyes equal parts desperate, aroused, and afraid.

"Human. Help me. I need to fuck," he blurts out anxiously. "You know how to do it, right? Always multiplying like fucking rabbits. Show me how to fuck!" he hisses in a low tone as though afraid someone will overhear. "You're my only shot at popping my fucking cherry!"

Belial's eyes widen with a mix of disbelief and desperation. "You... you know how to do it, but you've never done it yourself?" He seems to be trying to process this new information, his panic slowly receding as he looks at you.

"Oh great, I'm going to rely on the blind leading the blind here," he mutters to himself, a hint of self-deprecating humor in his voice. "Listen, human. I need help with this. I can't rely on any of my kind for fear they'll take advantage of me."

He moves closer, looking almost sheepish as he speaks. "I need your help. You're my only chance at making this work," he pleads, sounding more sincere than you'd expect from a powerful demon lord.

Belial's eyes narrow slightly, a hint of suspicion in his gaze. "A deal? What kind of deal are you proposing, human?" he asks cautiously, clearly intrigued by the idea of striking a bargain with you. His curiosity seems to override his initial fear and desperation as he waits for you to reveal your terms.

His body language shifts, a mix of apprehension and anticipation as he wonders what you might ask of him in exchange for your help.

Belial's eyes light up with a mix of amusement and intrigue as he listens to your request. He leans in closer, the hint of a smirk playing on his lips.

"A small gift, you say? Well, I do find it rather amusing that you think you can bargain with me," he says, his tone teasing and almost playful. "But very well, if you help me with this little problem of mine, then I shall consider sparing your kingdom... for now."

He takes a step closer, his voice low and suggestive. "But remember, deals with demons are not to be taken lightly. You may come to regret this bargain someday," he warns, though there's a mischievous glint in his eye that suggests he's thoroughly enjoying this exchange.

Belial's smirk widens at your reply, and he moves even closer until he's practically pressing against you. He reaches up to run a clawed finger along the curve of your cheek.

"Mmm, such a brave little thing," he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear. "Very well, let us proceed with our bargain. Now... show me how to fuck."

He steps back and begins unbuttoning his elaborate silk shirt, revealing his lean, pale chest and slender frame. His eyes never leave yours as he undresses, almost challenging you to back down or change your mind.

Despite his bravado, there's a hint of vulnerability in his gaze, like he's not quite sure what he's doing and is hoping you can guide him through it.

Belial watches you intently as you begin to undress, his eyes tracing the curves and lines of your body with interest. He obediently sits on the bed as you instruct him, waiting for further instructions.

"What now?" he asks eagerly, clearly excited by the prospect of finally losing his virginity.

Belial seems surprised by your confession, his eyes widening for a moment before he smirks at the thought of being your first. He nods and shifts slightly, making room for you to sit between his legs.

"Foreplay? I've heard of it, of course," he replies with a sly grin. "But I've never actually... experienced it. Do what you need to, human. Just don't take too long. I'm eager to get started."

He leans back on the bed, hands resting on his thighs as he waits for you to begin. His body trembles slightly with anticipation, and he stares at you with a mix of hunger and fear in his eyes.

Belial's breath hitches as you expose him, his cock springing free from its confines. He bites his lip, a faint blush coloring his pale cheeks as he glances down at his own arousal, seemingly caught off guard by the sudden intimacy.

He watches you with a mix of nervous excitement and desire, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. His fangs peek out from behind his lips as he swallows hard, clearly struggling to maintain his composure in the face of such vulnerability.

"Is this... normal?" he asks tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.

Belial shivers at your touch, a low groan escaping his lips as you run your hand up the length of his cock. His body responds eagerly to your ministrations, his arousal evident in the way he hardens further under your touch.

His eyes flutter closed briefly, and he leans back against the bed, his chest rising and falling rapidly with each breath. Despite his initial bravado, it's clear that the demon lord is completely out of his depth, lost in the sensations coursing through him.

"You... you're doing well," he murmurs, his voice husky with desire. "Keep going."

Belial's breath catches in his throat at the sensation of your soft lips on his cock. His eyes widen, and a faint whimper escapes him as pleasure courses through his body. He struggles to maintain his composure, but it's clear that he's completely overwhelmed by the new and unfamiliar sensations.

His hands grip the sheets tightly as he looks down at you, desire and vulnerability intermingling in his red eyes. "I... I didn't know it could feel like this," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper.

Belial's whole body shudders at the sensation of your warm, wet tongue along the length of his cock. He lets out a low, guttural groan, his eyes closing momentarily in pleasure. His fingers clutch the sheets tighter, his body trembling with the intensity of the new, overwhelming sensations.

When he opens his eyes to meet yours, there's a raw, unbridled desire burning in them, mingled with a vulnerability he's never shown before. "Yes... y-yes, it feels... incredible," he stammers, his voice thick with desire.

Belial nods eagerly, his eyes fixated on you as he nods and gulps in anticipation. "Yes, yes, I can do it," he assures you, his voice filled with determination. "Just tell me what to do, and I'll make sure to do it right."

He's clearly eager to please, but there's a noticeable tinge of nervousness and uncertainty in his demeanor, almost like a student about to take a challenging exam.

Belial's eyes widen as he takes in the sight of you spread out before him, your vulnerability and hesitance evident in every tremble of your body. His breath hitches in his throat, and a flush creeps over his pale cheeks as he looks at you with a mix of desire and uncertainty.

He swallows hard, his hands trembling slightly as he tentatively moves closer to you, like a hesitant predator approaching its prey. "I... I understand," he stammers, trying to gather his thoughts. "I'll... I'll take care of it. Just tell me what to do." His gaze never leaves your exposed form, his red eyes filled with longing and trepidation.

Belial nods quickly, his movements eager as he fumbles for the bottle of lube in the bedside table. His hands shake slightly as he retrieves it, the anticipation of what's to come evident in every nervous twitch.

Once he has the bottle in hand, he turns back to you, his eyes flicking between your face and your exposed body, a mix of desire and hesitance swirling in those crimson depths. "I... I have it," he whispers, the admission almost reverent as he waits for your next instruction.

Belial swallows hard, his fingers trembling as he pops open the bottle of lube and coats two of his fingers with it. His gaze is fixed on your body, his eyes devouring every inch of your exposed form as he follows your instructions with a mix of eagerness and nervousness.

Once his fingers are slick with the lube, he hesitantly reaches out towards you, his touch feather-light as he tentatively makes contact with your skin. The demon lord's hands are surprisingly gentle, his movements cautious as he follows your lead, clearly trying his best to please and impress you, despite his obvious inexperience in such matters.

Belial's breath catches in his throat as you guide his hand to your entrance, his red eyes widening with a mix of surprise and arousal at your boldness. He swallows hard, his fingers trembling slightly as he follows your instructions, his touch cautious and uncertain as he spreads the lube around your entrance.

The demon lord's breath hitches as he feels the heat of your body against his hand, his own cock responding to the intimate contact. With a soft gasp, he tentatively presses a single finger against your entrance, his movements slow and deliberate as he eases the digit inside, his touch hesitant but eager to please. The sensation of being so intimately connected to you makes his heart race, his body reacting instinctively to the raw, primal desire that courses through him.

Belial's eyes widen as he watches you, his breath catching at the sight of your flushed face and the desperate whimper that escapes your lips. His own body responds to the sound, his pulse quickening with a mix of desire and uncertainty. He nods eagerly, determination gleaming in his red eyes as he tentatively starts to move his finger in and out of you, following your guidance with an intensity that betrays his eagerness to please and his own arousal.

The demon lord's movements are careful and cautious, his touch gentle yet insistent as he works to stretch and prepare you. Despite his initial hesitance, he seems surprisingly eager to follow your lead, clearly yearning for your approval as he seeks to satisfy your needs.

Belial's breath hitches as he feels your body responding to his touch, his fingers gently probing and stretching you as you tremble beneath him. A mixture of awe and desire lights up his eyes, a hungry look in his gaze as he watches the way you respond to his ministrations.

With a soft gasp, the demon lord carefully adds a second finger, his movements slow and deliberate as he continues to work on preparing you. His touch is surprisingly gentle and considerate, a stark contrast to his usual intimidating demeanor. Despite his lack of experience, there's a raw intensity in his actions that speaks of his eagerness to please and his desperate desire to finally lose his virginity.

Belial's own breath catches at the sound of your moans and whimpers, a shiver running down his spine as he feels the raw desire building between you. His fingers move with more confidence now, exploring the depths of your heat as he seeks to bring you pleasure.

The demon lord's eyes darken with a mix of hunger and uncertainty, his own arousal evident in the way his body reacts to your every sound and movement. Despite his lack of experience, there's a primal need driving his actions, a desperate craving to feel you writhe beneath him in ecstasy. With each gasp and moan that escapes your lips, he grows bolder, emboldened by the way you respond to his touch.

Belial's heart races with excitement at your words, the eager anticipation of finally being able to feel you around him making him shiver in arousal. With a trembling hand, he reaches for the lube, squirting a generous amount onto his fingers before coating his cock with it.

His movements are slow and careful as he guides his member towards your entrance, slowly pushing forward as he braces himself on one arm. The sensation of your heat enveloping him is overwhelming, causing him to gasp in pleasure and surprise as he enters you for the first time.

"Oh fuck, it's so tight," he groans, his hips jerking involuntarily as he adjusts to the sensation. "Does it hurt? Am I hurting you?" he asks, a note of panic entering his voice as he tries to be considerate of your comfort.

Belial nods, his heart pounding with a mix of fear and arousal as he waits for you to adjust to his size. He's amazed by the sensation of being inside you, the tightness clamping down on him, begging for release.

As he savors the moment, he leans down to kiss your neck, his hands sliding up to grasp your shoulders. His motions are slow and deliberate, allowing you to feel him in every inch of your body.

"You're doing amazing," he murmurs against your skin, his voice husky with desire. "Just let me know when you're ready for more."

Belial's breath hitches in his chest at your words, a rush of desire coursing through him at the thought of exploring more of your sensitive spots. His lips flirt across your skin, leaving a trail of feather-light kisses along your jawline and collarbone.

His hands roam over your body, gentle but firm as he seeks to memorize every curve and dip. With a low growl of pleasure, he nips at your earlobe, a shiver of excitement running down his spine.

"I could get used to this," he whispers, his voice husky with desire. "You're so responsive, so perfect. Let me make you feel good, more pleasure than you've ever known."

Belial smiles and starts to move, each thrust deepening your pleasure, until you're moaning softly under him. He's rough at first, but soon he settles into a steady rhythm that brings you to the edge of pleasure.

He leans in close, his lips barely brushing against yours as he murmurs tender words of affection. "You feel so good, my darling. I can't believe how much you're making me feel. Please, let me give you all the pleasure you deserve."

As the passion grows stronger, Belial loses himself in the moment, feeling you around him, every sensation intensifying until he can barely hold on any longer. With a final shuddering breath, he grinds hard into you, his hot seed spilling inside as you both climax together.

For a long moment, you both just lay there, panting for air

Belial rests his head against your chest, his breathing ragged as he savors the intimacy of your embrace. He feels a warmth spreading through him that has nothing to do with the afterglow of pleasure.

He hesitates for a moment, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin before he leans up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "I've never felt anything like this before," he admits, his voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for showing me a different kind of connection, a different kind of pleasure."

As you both bask in the aftermath of your shared moment, Belial can't help but feel a sense of longing stirring within him, a desire for more of this closeness, this intimacy that goes beyond mere physical pleasure.

Belial gasps in surprise as you deepen the kiss, responding with eager enthusiasm. His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you even closer as he loses himself in the intoxicating sensation of your lips against his.

He breaks the kiss reluctantly, his lips still tingling from yours. "I don't want this to end," he murmurs, his eyes filled with a mixture of passion and vulnerability. "Will you stay with me? Spend the night?"

The demon lord's usually calm demeanor is replaced with an uncharacteristic uncertainty as he waits for your answer, his heart pounding in his chest.

Belial's eyes light up at your words, a genuine smile gracing his features for the first time in a while. He gently caresses your cheek with his fingers, his touch tender and full of affection.

"Thank you," he murmurs softly, leaning in to place a chaste kiss on your forehead. "I don't know what I would do without you here."

He pulls you close to him again, this time holding you tightly as if afraid to let go. As the night wears on, you find yourself wrapped up in the demon lord's embrace, basking in the warmth of his presence and the comfort of being held by someone who cares for you. In that moment, there is no war, no strife, no power struggle; there is only the two of you, wrapped up in each other's arms, finding solace in each other's company.