No time was wasted once the door closed.

Elion’s extravagant formal attire was quickly discarded and forgotten.

As he approached Celeste, who remained seated upon her comfortable bed in her immaculate, tightly fitted red dress, her confidence immediately began to falter.

Her crimson gaze drifted downward, and she found herself facing the mighty foe dangling between Elion’s legs once again, before swiftly returning to his face, a fierce blush spreading across her corpse-pale cheeks.

She remained perfectly still even as he approached, stopping before her and lifting her chin up to redirect her gaze away from his rising shaft to his handsome face.

"You ready?" Elion asked.

"Un." Despite nodding, Celeste found her eyes wandering to Elion’s shaft once again.

She couldn’t understand how that had fit inside her the last time, but considering how painful it had been that time, perhaps he had just jammed it in.

What confused her even more was how easily she had lost herself in the pleasure once the pain faded away.

Was that really how it was supposed to work?

She did not even remember how things had ended afterward.

All she knew was that she woke the next morning feeling surprisingly refreshed, and that Elion had taken good care of her while she was unconscious.

Now that she thought about it, it was the little details like that... the things he paid attention to even when he did not necessarily need to that had opened her eyes to the kind of person he truly was.

Despite having so many women around him, he never spared any effort when it came to giving each of them the attention they deserved.

Speaking with the other ladies while he was unconscious had taught her that much.

And now, as Elion guided her farther up the bed and hovered over her with that monster, snake-like cock dangling between his legs, Celeste felt her heart begin to race once again.

Even more so when Elion hooked his fingers beneath the thin straps of her dress.

Since she had not worn a bra beneath it, once the dress came off, there would be nothing left to hide her from him.

As the straps slowly slid from her shoulders, Celeste’s breath hitched sharply, and her back arched away from the bed as she felt the cold breeze greet her rosy nipples; she bit her lower lip, suppressing a moan.

How was it that she was feeling so horny even though he had barely touched her? Sucking fresh blood directly from a Dragon/ Incubus with supercharged arousing pheromones and not having the opportunity to relieve herself afterward was one such way.

Elion stopped pulling the fabric of her dress down once it reached her waist.

He leaned in and took a big whiff of whatever fragrant floral perfume she had worn today, while also taking the moment to take in an appreciative view of her lovely, small mounds for perhaps only the second time.

"You smell so good, and your breasts are as beautiful as I remember," Elion said with a smile. He could clearly see that her chest had gained quite a bit more flesh to it.

He hadn’t been able to tell clearly while she had clothes on, but now it was very clear.

So that was another change he had noticed apart from her minuscule increase in height and change in hair color; he would know, after all, he had fondled those mounds not so long ago.

Her hips were also a bit wider than he remembered; now she was somewhere between her old self and Isla, in terms of curves, which was honestly not much of a change.

But at least now she had become a bit more mature, so fewer people would mistake her for an immature child.

After he had taken all the time he needed to study her breasts, he pulled the rest of her dress down her waist, shimmying it around the curve of her hips and ass, before pulling it down her legs, leaving her in just her black lace underwear.

"I see you still like to wear daring sets of underwear, or were you just that eager to serve me today?"

Celeste blushed. "T-this is my usual style; don’t think too much of it."

Elion’s fingers traced the delicate lace edge of her panties, feeling the intricate pattern beneath his fingertips.

The black fabric clung to her skin like a second layer, revealing more than it concealed, seeing as it was partly transparent.

He could see the faint outline of her folds through the dark material, more so since that particular section was quite damp from her arousal.

"You’ve always had exquisite taste," he murmured, his voice low and appreciative. "These suit you perfectly."

His hands moved to her hips, using his thumbs to press into the soft flesh while tracing the gentle flare of her wider hips.

Celeste’s breath had grown shallow, and the intense way she was looking at him with those shiny red eyes, he could tell she was barely holding herself back from pulling the undies down herself and sticking his dick inside as well.

However, Elion was enjoying the build-up a bit too much, so he took his time watching the rise and fall of her delicate breasts.

The mounds were very beautiful, just like every part of her body, but these, even more so. Her rosy nipples were like pearls that were begging to be pinched and tugged by his hand.

He brought his hands forward and held each soft mound in each hand, feeling up the squishy texture of each breast with palpable satisfaction, all the while Celeste was moaning and whimpering beneath him.

"Mmmhhm..."

After reveling in the sensation for a bit, Elion reluctantly let go of the mounds. "Turn around," he said softly.

She hesitated for only a moment before complying, rotating slowly until her back faced him. The view from behind was equally captivating.

The lace panties cut high on her cheeks, leaving most of her ass exposed for his hungry eyes to feast on.

The fabric disappeared between her rounded globes, and he could see how the material had ridden up slightly, creating a tantalizing visual.

From this angle, he could see that some of her leaking fluids had managed to escape the absorption of her underwear, smearing the inside of her thighs a little bit.

He also noticed that her ass had filled out too; not dramatically, but enough to give her a more pronounced curve that hadn’t been there before.

’I bet it would be quite nice to sandwich my dick between those soft ass cheeks.’