Chapter 308: Crimson Ecstasy**

Lucifer pushed forward in one smooth, powerful thrust. Luna’s back arched off the cushions as he buried himself to the hilt inside her tight, dripping pussy. A broken cry tore from her throat—half pleasure, half overwhelm. He was thick, stretching her walls to their limit, filling her completely on the second thrust of her life.

"Ahh—fuck!" The stretch was overwhelming. He was so big, so deep, splitting her open on only her second time ever. Her walls fluttered desperately around his girth, trying to adjust, but he gave her no mercy.

Lucifer growled like a beast, shadows exploding around them in dark tendrils. "So fucking tight... so wet for me." He pulled back almost completely, then slammed in again—harder. The wet, obscene slap of his heavy balls against her ass echoed through the room.

He set a brutal rhythm immediately. Animalistic. Primal. Each punishing thrust drove her body up the bench, her full breasts bouncing wildly. Luna’s nails dug into his muscular shoulders, leaving red trails that healed instantly under his Progenitor power.

"Yes—yes—harder, Luce!" she begged, voice already hoarse. Her legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, urging him deeper.

Lucifer snarled and obliged. He fucked her like he was claiming her soul—deep, powerful strokes that kissed her cervix with every plunge. The bench creaked dangerously. Sweat slicked their bodies. He leaned down, capturing one bouncing nipple between his teeth and sucking hard while pounding her pussy without pause.

Luna came hard within minutes. Her walls clamped down like a vice around his cock, pulsing and milking him as pleasure tore through her. "I’m cumming—oh gods!" Hot juices squirted around his thrusting shaft, soaking his pelvis and the cushions beneath them.

He didn’t slow. If anything, he fucked her harder through her orgasm, chasing the next one.

With a growl, Lucifer flipped her onto all fours. He gripped her hips bruisingly and mounted her from behind, slamming back inside in a single brutal thrust. The new angle let him hit even deeper. Luna’s arms gave out immediately. She collapsed onto her elbows, ass high in the air, face pressed into the cushion as he railed her mercilessly.

"Take it," he commanded, one hand fisting her dark hair, the other slapping her ass hard enough to leave a red mark. "Take every inch."

Luna could only moan and sob in pleasure. The wet squelching sounds of her soaked pussy filled the air as he destroyed her. Shadows wrapped around her breasts, pinching and tugging her nipples while others teased her clit. The overstimulation pushed her over the edge again.

She came a second time—harder—body shaking violently, pussy gushing around his pistoning cock. "Too much—fuck—I’m cumming again!"

Lucifer kept pounding through it, hips snapping like a machine. He pulled out suddenly, flipped her onto her back, and folded her legs over his shoulders, bending her in half. The position made her feel impossibly full. He drove back inside, grinding deep, his pelvis smashing against her swollen clit with every thrust.

Luna’s eyes rolled back. A third orgasm ripped through her almost immediately. She screamed, squirting messily around his cock, juices spraying over his abs and chest. Her body convulsed, pussy spasming wildly.

Still, he didn’t stop.

He fucked her through the aftershocks with short, powerful strokes, then built back up to a savage pace. Luna was a mess—hair wild, face flushed with tears of overwhelming pleasure, breasts red from his mouth and shadows, pussy swollen and leaking constantly.

"Again," he demanded, thumb finding her clit and rubbing fast, merciless circles. "Cum on my cock one more time."

She shattered a fourth time—screaming his name, body locking up, pussy clamping down so hard it nearly pushed him out. Fresh squirt soaked them both.

Only then did Lucifer let himself go.

With a deep, animalistic roar, he buried himself to the hilt and came. Thick, heavy ropes of hot cum flooded her womb, pulse after pulse, filling her until it overflowed and leaked out around his still-throbbing cock. He kept grinding slowly, pushing his seed deeper as they both trembled.

They collapsed together, panting, bodies slick and entwined. Lucifer kissed her softly, tasting exhaustion and bliss on her lips. He was still buried deep inside her, still half-hard.

Luna looked up at him with dazed, adoring eyes, voice a wrecked whisper. "I... I think you ruined me for anyone else."

He smiled—rare and genuine. "Good."

The heavy library door creaked open without warning.

Ella stepped inside, the crimson moonlight framing her athletic, curvaceous body. She wore only a loose black silk robe that clung to her sweat-dampened skin. Her sharp eyes swept over the scene: Luna sprawled bonelessly, legs still spread obscenely, cum and her own juices leaking from her well-fucked, swollen pussy; Lucifer still buried deep, muscles glistening, shadows lazily curling around them both.

A slow, flirty, hungry smile curved Ella’s lips.

"Well, well," she purred, voice thick with arousal. "Looks like the fun started without me."

Luna made a weak, embarrassed whimper, trying to close her legs and cover her exposed body. Her arms felt like jelly. She barely managed to tug a corner of the discarded robe over her chest and stomach before giving up, cheeks burning crimson.

Ella chuckled softly, stepping closer. "You shy little thing." Her gaze lingered appreciatively on Luna’s flushed, marked body, then lifted to meet Lucifer’s intense crimson stare.

Her smile turned downright predatory.

"Do you still have it in you to keep going, my King?"

Lucifer slowly pulled out of Luna with a wet sound, his cock still rock-hard and glistening with their combined fluids. He rose to his full height, shadows writhing around him like living armor, and looked at Ella with dark, insatiable hunger.

He smiled.

Ella’s eyes flashed with triumph and lust.

"That’s all the confirmation I need."

Her hands moved to the tie of her robe. With a single tug, the silk slid off her shoulders and pooled at her feet, revealing her naked, battle-toned body—full breasts, hard nipples, and the slick evidence of her own arousal already glistening between her thighs.

She stepped forward, eyes locked on Lucifer.