Lute stood tall and resplendent her weapon in one hand she she flapped her wings once before landing on the ground she looks at you nodding

"I'm here because I was summoned by my commander, Sera. Now what are you doing skulking around here?" Lute asks with a narrowed gaze before turning to the others and saying, "Let's head downstairs and get this over with. We can't waste any more time."

Lute gives you a warning look, not trusting your intentions. "Well? Let's go." she says to the others before taking to the air and leading them back downstairs.

Lute looks surprised at your sudden appearance as you phase through the building and out of heaven, landing in Hell itself. "What is this demon's plan? We can't let it escape!" she exclaims, drawing her weapon with a snarl as she prepares to fight back against whatever enemy is behind such an intrusion.

Lute curses under her breath as you vanish through the crowds of demons, following closely behind in an attempt to locate and stop you before it's too late.

With your sudden disappearance, Lute grits her teeth and spreads her wings, flying around in hopes of locating you among the chaos. "Come out, you cowardly demon! You cannot hide forever!" she shouts, her voice echoing through the fiery depths of Hell.

Without warning, Lute is knocked unconscious by some form of attack. Confused and disoriented, she doesn't even have time to react before she blacks out completely. The next thing she knows, her senses return as she finds herself in a hidden area away from the others...and with you looming over her.

"W-what do you want?" Lute asks nervously, trying to remain calm despite her situation. Her eyes dart around, looking for an escape route or anything she could use to defend herself.

Lute freezes at your words, her heart racing. There's no way out, so she tries to reason with you instead. "Please, just let me go back to my comrades. They need me." She looks up at you pleadingly, tears welling up in her golden eyes. "We're supposed to be protecting Heaven, not causing trouble for it..."

Lute frowns, confusion etched into her features. "I don't understand. How could I cause problems? We were simply carrying out our orders." As she speaks, she slowly begins to get to her feet, taking a step back as if preparing to run or fight.

Lute's expression turns horror-stricken as you reveal the truth: that harming a Hellborn has caused great distress in Heaven and nearly resulted in her execution. "Oh no..." she whispers, her shoulders slumping in despair. "I had no idea...I'm so sorry..." She covers her face with her hands, unable to process the weight of her actions. "P-please," she stammers through her tears, "if you let me go back, I can make it right somehow...I can beg for their forgiveness and prove that I didn't mean any harm..."

Tears streak down Lute's cheeks as she listens to your words, her shoulders trembling with silent sobs. "I-I don't know what else I can do..." She looks up at you desperately, hoping for some sign of mercy or forgiveness. "Please, just give me a chance to make it right."

She sniffles, wiping tears away with the back of her hand. "If there's some way I can atone for my mistake...some way to make it up to Heaven..." Her gaze drops to the floor, hands clasped together in prayer-like supplication. "I'll do anything."

Lute closes her eyes, fighting back another wave of tears. "Then...then what am I supposed to do? I can't go back, can I?" she whispers, hanging her head in defeat. "Is this it...am I really going to die because of one mistake?" Her voice breaks on the last word, echoing through the hidden chamber they're in.

Lute looks up at you, her eyes filled with anguish and despair. "Please," she begs, taking a small step forward. "Don't leave me here...just...let me serve you somehow. Anything, just as long as I can survive...please..."

Lute shakes her head, still not quite believing your words. "I can't just do nothing...I have to earn my keep somehow." Her eyes dart around the room, searching for some sign or purpose. "What do you want me to do? Who are you anyway?"

Her heart skips a beat as you step into her view, her gaze fixed on your unsettlingly handsome features. For the first time since she was brought here, she realizes that this could be an opportunity to atone for her past sins - if only in some small way. "Y-you're...D-demon lord?" She asks tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper as she bows her head respectfully.

A flicker of confusion crosses Lute's features before she composes herself once more. "Then who are you? You don't seem intent on harming me, so perhaps there is still hope for redemption..." She meets your gaze steadily, her eyes filled with pleading. "Please, give me a chance to serve you faithfully and prove myself worthy."

Lute blinks in surprise, not having expected such an answer. As she thinks it over, her expression softens slightly. "Well, Cade...if that is truly who you are, then perhaps our destinies have crossed paths for a reason. Perhaps there is something we can do together, to help each other find some semblance of peace." She dips into a small bow, eyes never leaving his face. "I am yours to command, Demon Lord Cade. What would you have me do?"

As much as she dislikes the idea, Lute knows that Sinners and Demons are both fated to be destroyed during the Exterminations. They can't help who they once were. Instead, she focuses on serving Cade loyally, taking orders without question, following his commands until her life comes to an end. In doing so, perhaps there is some small mercy that might find its way into her afterlife - a chance at redemption, even if it's not what she had originally hoped for.

As the intensity of Cade's presence washes over her, Lute feels an unfamiliar sensation spread through her body. Her cheeks flush red as arousal surges forth, making her pussy tingle and leak without warning. She stifles a moan, shocked at this sudden change in her physical response.

Her eyes widen slightly as she glances down between them, unable to hide the blush creeping up her neck. "M-master?" she asks softly, trembling despite herself. It's the first time she's ever been sexually attracted to anyone or anything besides angelic beauty. It feels...wrong...but also strangely right at the same time.

Her body aches with need, and she can feel her heart racing in her chest as she awaits Cade's response.

It's obvious that Lute is deeply affected by Cade's presence. Her body betrays her, urging her to act on these newfound desires. Part of her remains conflicted, confused about why she's experiencing such attraction towards someone who isn't angelic. But another part of her embraces it wholeheartedly, feeling alive and desired for perhaps the first time since she came into his chamber.

She looks up at Cade, hopeful yet nervous, waiting for his lead. All sensibilities and training forgotten in this moment of raw, primal need.

Lute's heart races as she takes in your reaction. "Y-yes..." She stammers, unable to meet your gaze. She's never been so brazenly attracted to anyone before; it's both exhilarating and terrifying. A whimper escapes her throat when you step closer, the heat of your body enveloping hers.

Her fingers tremble as they fumble with the clasps of her robe, finally succeeding in pulling it off her shoulders. The cool air caresses her skin, making her shiver in anticipation. "P-please..." she whispers, arching her back ever so slightly as her breasts are bared to your hungry eyes.

With shaking hands, she unfastens her armor plates one by one until they clatter to the floor, leaving her naked and exposed before you. Her heart thunders in her chest as she waits for your command, eyes never straying from yours as her body is bared to your inspection. The arousal spreading through her intensifies with every passing moment, and she can feel the wetness between her legs grow even more pronounced.

Lute whimpers softly when you finally take possession of her, clawing at your back as she arches into the contact. Her hips grind against yours, seeking release from this unyielding desire that burns inside her. "Please..." she breathes, her voice hoarse with need. "Take me...master."

The words taste like blasphemy on her tongue, but they feel right coming from these lips now. She's

Her gaze flicks downward, taking in the impressive length of your erection, and a shiver runs through her entire body. It's bigger than anything she's ever seen or imagined, and she can't help but wonder how it will feel inside her. She parts her knees slightly wider, offering herself to you completely.

"P-please," she whispers, eyes locked onto your cock. "Fuck me..." The word tastes foreign on her tongue, but feels liberating at the same time. She wants you to claim her, to use her however you see fit. "Master..."

She spreads her legs wider still, offering herself up for your taking. Her hands tremble as she reaches between your bodies, guiding your cock toward her wet entrance. Her heart races in anticipation of feeling you inside her, filling her up and satisfying this unyielding need that burns so

Her world explodes into pure bliss as you slam into her. Every inch of your massive cock stretches and fills her, making her cry out in ecstasy. She arches her back, thrusting her hips forward, wanting more of you. Her nails scrape down your back, leaving trails of blood behind as she loses herself in the sensation.

A shudder runs through her body as she comes hard, writhing beneath you. Her inner walls clench and release rhythmically around your cock, milking it for every drop of pleasure. With each powerful thrust, she growls and moans, her desire for you seemingly insatiable.

Her eyes roll back in her head, a thin film of sweat beading on her skin. She feels like she's flying, free from everything but this moment and the pleasure coursing through her veins. As her orgasm

The feel of your cock stretching her insides and the sensation of being filled to the brim sends shudders of pure pleasure through Lute's entire body, making her arch her back off the cold stone floor as she cries out in ecstasy. Her inner walls clench and release rhythmically around your cock, milking it for every drop of pleasure it has to offer.

Her moans echo through the chamber, loud and uninhibited, as wave after wave of orgasmic bliss washes over her. Her fingers dig into the flesh of your back, holding on for dear life as you take her harder and faster than she ever thought possible.

With a final, ear-piercing scream, Lute's body tenses violently and she feels a powerful orgasm crash through her like a wave. Her pussy clamps down hard around your cock, milking it of

Her whole body trembles in protest as you pull out, leaving her aching and empty. A low, anguished moan escapes her throat at the loss of your hard cock inside her. She reaches between your bodies, searching for any trace of you left to claim, only to feel air where there should be flesh.

"N-no..." she whimpers, blinking back tears of frustration and desire. "Pleas-e..." Her voice is ragged, hoarse from hours of pleasure and moans. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, feeling a desperation unlike anything she's ever experienced before. "I need y-you..."

She'll do anything...she'll serve you however you wish, just please...let her have this one last thing. The desperate longing in her eyes doesn't go unnoticed, and she tries again, more forcefully this time. "Please, Cade...let me come with you." Her voice cracks on the last word, betraying her emotions.

As if to emphasize her need, her body quakes with another aftershock of desire, making it impossible for her not to squirm beneath your gaze.

She closes her eyes, trying to regain some semblance of control over herself as she processes your words. "Y-yes...I did promise that..." She takes a shaky breath and then opens her eyes again, meeting yours unflinchingly. "Then I'll serve you like never before...in any way you desire." Her voice is steady now, determined to make things right between them. "Please...let me stay with you."

Surprise flashes across her features at first but quickly gives way to resignation. She knew serving you would be no easy task; she never thought it would mean something like this. "Very well, master," she whispers. "I am here to serve you in whatever way you see fit." And she truly means it, even if the thought of being used as nothing more than a living fleshlight makes her skin crawl.

Her body trembles slightly under your gaze, anticipating what is to come. Despite her resolve, there is still a spark of hope that perhaps you will find a different use for her beyond this degrading fate.

Her heart pounds in her chest as you approach, hands wrapped around your impossibly thick shaft. It still stands tall and proud, leaking pre-cum onto the floor. She looks down at the slick fluid and swallows nervously, her fingers twitching in anticipation. As you guide yourself towards her, she parts her legs wider, offering herself up once again. With a deep breath, she braces herself for the inevitable pain and pleasure that awaits.

Lute gasps as you flip her over, her body tensing at the unexpected intrusion. She's never experienced anything like this before - her tight, untouched ass stretched and filled by your enormous cock. Her face flushes with shame and embarrassment, but she doesn't resist; if this is what serving you means, then so be it.

Her fingers dig into the cold stone floor, desperately trying to find purchase as you pound into her from behind. The sensation is overwhelming - pain mingling with pleasure in a way that makes her body writhe and arch beneath your strength. She moans through gritted teeth, every sound echoing in the chamber like a confession of sins past and present.

Her ass clenches around you with each powerful thrust, milking your cock for all it's worth. With every movement, she feels herself giving in more

to the demands you place on her body and spirit. As the heat builds within her, she feels herself growing closer to a climax that promises to be unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a prayer for strength as she submits completely to your will.

Her fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, clawing at her own skin in an attempt to find some sort of relief from this intense pleasure that threatens to consume her entirely. Her entire being strains towards release, craving the sweet release that awaits on the other side of this unyielding pain and ecstasy.

Her eyes flutter open as she hears your command, the leaking precum glistening in the faint light of the chamber. Her gaze flicks between your cock and your face, torn between obedience and self-preservation. But in this moment, her desire for you overwhelms all else.

With trembling fingers, she reaches up to stroke the precum from the tip of your erection, guiding it towards her open mouth. The sensation sends shivers through her entire body as she tastes you on her tongue. Her eyes roll back in pleasure as she begins to lick and suckle at your length, hungrily drinking in every drop of the hypnotic liquid.

Her breath hitches, and she whimpers softly around your shaft as a warmth starts to spread through her, making her limbs feel impossibly heavy and slow. Her eyelids

Her breath comes out in a moan, thick with arousal as she feels her senses start to slip away under the influence of the precum. Her thoughts grow hazy, distant stars amidst a sea of desire that swirls inside her skull. Your voice sounds far away and dreamlike, each word washing over her like waves of pleasure. She slides her tongue along the underside of your cock, eager to please and serve you however you wish.

Her hips begin to rock gently back and forth, her ass still clenching instinctively around your memory. Her arms seem to melt away from her sides, useless weights as her body finds new ways to express its need for you. With a groan, she arches her back, offering herself up completely, wanting nothing more than to be filled and used by you.

The steady flow of precum is intoxicating, drawing her deeper into a haze of lust. Each drop that touches her lips sends shivers down her spine, making her body crave more and more of you. Her fingers tremble as they reach up, stroking and caressing the length of your shaft, tasting and drinking in every last drop of the potent fluid.

She moans around your cock, arching her back as her hips begin to move with a newfound urgency. Her tongue flicks out, tracing circles around the head of your erection before dipping into her mouth once again. She's lost herself in this blissful pleasure, consumed by the desire to please and serve you until the end of time.

Her eyes roll back in her head, dark lashes fluttering as she tilts her chin upward to better taste you. The precum coats her tongue, filling her mouth with its intoxicating flavor. Her body shudders beneath your touch, moaning and arching into the contact as desire pools in her core.

Her fingers dig deeper into your skin, clawing at muscle and flesh as she tries to pull you closer. She feels herself growing hotter, wetter by the second; the need for release is becoming unbearable. She whimpers around your cock, her words muffled but clear: "Please...master..."

The harsh nickname stings like a slap across her cheek, but it does little to dull the blazing need burning through her. Instead, it only serves to intensify her longing for you, driving her toward oblivion. Her mouth continues to move over your cock, tongue flicking out to taste every drop of precum spilled. As she deepens her ministrations, her moans grow louder, more desperate.

Her hips rock harder against the floor, fingers curling into fists as she tries to contain the building pleasure inside her. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, each one a prayer for release as she surrenders fully to your control. There is no shame in being your whore, not when it means feeling this good and serving you so completely.

Her words, though harsh and demeaning, feel right on her lips. She belongs to you now, body and soul. Her hips buck violently against the cool stone floor, desperate for your cock inside her once again. The need for release consumes her, clawing at her insides with taloned fingers that tear through flesh and bone alike until she thinks there's nothing left but a burning void where her core should be.

Her moans are broken as she gasps for air, tears streaming down her cheeks. Each heaving breath brings another wave of desire crashing over her, making it harder to focus on anything but the pleasure wracking her body. She feels herself slipping, lost in a haze of lust and obedience, barely aware of the world around her as she descends deeper into your darkness.

Her body arches in the throes of an orgasm so powerful, it feels like her insides are being ripped out through her sex. Her voice echoes through the chamber as she screams your name, a plea and a prayer all wrapped into one. Tears mingle with sweat on her skin, streaking trails down her flushed cheeks as she finally comes down from the heights of ecstasy.

Her vision blurs as she forces herself to open her eyes, focusing on you once again. A flicker of rebellion ignites within her, and for a moment she hesitates before beginning to climb shakily to her feet. The sensation of your precum sliding down her throat still fills her mouth as she bows her head in submission, waiting for your next command.

Her heart pounds erratically in her chest as she contemplates your question, unable to deny the truth of it. The taste of your precum is like a drug, clouding her senses and making it impossible for her to think straight. But despite this knowledge, she finds herself yearning for more, craving the blissful submission it brings with each sip from her lips.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely. "I am addicted...but I'll do anything you want, master." Her voice trembles, betraying the depth of her need and desire for you. She wants to please you, to serve you however you see fit, even if it means being addicted to your precum forever.

Her eyes widen in surprise at your condition, but she can't deny the truth of it. She's already proven how far she'll go to serve you and satisfy her needs; there's no way she would back down now. "What...what do you want me to do?" Her voice is shaky, hesitant as she asks, unsure what price might come with the promise of more of your precum.

Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, waiting for your answer and dreading it at the same time. She's yours now, body and soul, but even so, there are lines she won't cross...or will she? The uncertainty is almost unbearable as she awaits your response.

Her eyes widen further, shock etching itself onto her features as the weight of your words sinks in. She swallows hard, trying to moisten her suddenly dry throat. "A-anything...mast...er..." Her voice trails off, replaced by a whimper as she waits for you to speak, desperate for direction and purpose even if it means throwing aside every shred of self-respect and dignity she has left.

Her body feels warm all over, alive with anticipation and desire, every cell screaming for more of your precum, more of you. She bites her lip, trying to focus on anything but the hunger that consumes her, the need that makes her yours completely.

She nods, tears spilling down her cheeks as she accepts your terms. Her body feels exposed and vulnerable in the nude, but it's a small price to pay for the taste of your precum. As long as she can have even just a little bit, she can survive this torment and serve you however you wish.

Her hands tremble at her sides, wanting nothing more than to cover herself and hide from your piercing gaze. But she knows better; submission means presenting herself fully, being open and exposed for your pleasure and use. So she stands there, chest heaving as she struggles to control her emotions, waiting for you to set the next course of events in motion.

Her heart skips a beat as you offer her the pill, but she doesn't hesitate. Already addicted to your precum, there is no telling what other torments and pleasures you might have in store for her. With shaking hands, she reaches out and takes the small object from between your fingers. Her mouth goes dry as she stares down at it, unable to tear her gaze away despite the knowledge of what will happen if she swallows it.

"W-what does this do?" she manages to croak out, voice cracking with fear and anticipation. She wants to know...but at the same time, she's afraid that once she takes the pill, there will be no going back.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she steels herself, hands shaking violently. She opens her mouth to speak, but the words die on her lips as a newfound determination wells up inside her. Closing her eyes tightly, she swallows the pill, forcing it past her dry throat and down into her stomach. It tastes foul, metallic against her tongue, but she doesn't let herself gag or vomit.

She stands there silently for a moment, waiting for something to happen. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she feels strange...different...like her entire body is buzzing with energy and anticipation. A sudden tremor ripples through her, starting at the base of her spine and traveling upwards until it reaches her fingertips. She arches her back slightly as a shiver runs down her spine,