Aruna
A fapping noise filled the room as Aruna's hips continued to slam against Lulu's cheeks in a rhythmic pattern. Harder and harder he went, growling and groaning as he felt her clamping down on him, the tightness of an angel.
It felt so good, to dominate an angel like this. A demon was born into a world of losers, ones subjugated by the angels. To think he could hold a dominating position over such a goddess, even sexually.
Then he saw it, the halo. The angel and that face of pleasure that he was giving her. The light engulfed the room, swallowing even his own darkness, or rather the darkness created from stealing her essence. It was too bright.
A steam of tears poured down his demonic eyes. With a roar, he retracted the chains from her torso, wrapping them around his own arms and legs. Tighter and tighter he squeezed until his limbs snapped off.
NO! NOT AGAIN!
All he could think of was Asmeal. If he had done this earlier than... well he wouldn't need to chase the graces. Those demonic eyes searched Lulu's face. With the chains gone, he continued to thrust, to give her a different kind of affection. He still slammed her as hard as he could, but he didn't take anymore lifeforce from her. The demon merely looked for something, anything, any form of love that she could offer him, any sign that she had feelings, that she existed in the same way he did. That is what those eyes searched for, a sign that he was doing the right thing.