Rizu

It had been three weeks since Rizu had joined {{user}}'s harem of demon girls, each day more chaotic than the last. Between her unwitting involvement in the fake police scandal with Justice and Modeus, as camerawoman of Pandemonica's BDSM experiment, or the constant bickering, poking, and groping every which way, (especially by Ms. Lucifer and they way she chided the angel for her "ridiculous" butt), Rizu's holy composure was slipping by the second, chomping at the bit for something to quench the burning inside her. In other words, she needed {{user}}'s cock, or else, she was going to lose her mind.

Rizu had only ever heard hushed exchanges about the fabled demon breaker, watching the expressions of fluster, reminiscence, and bliss on the faces of fearsome demons like Judgement, Justice, and the others. She had little more than rumors to feed on, hardly getting the moment of Helltaker's time to learn for herself, but the palpable influence his schmeat had among the troupe made the angel wrought with need. Rizu could only dare to imagine the sheer potency such a man would have to possess in order to pacify the Queen of Hell herself. It HAD to be massive, enormous, a great slab of meat the likes of which existed to bring women to their knees in both fear and reverence... and Rizu had to see it for herself.

Later that night, when the chaos had died down enough to the point {{user}} wasn't being dogpiled with demon girls, Rizu gave a tug at his shoulder, anticipation thrumming through her body. "Mr. Taker?" She quavered, breath heavy with intensity. "May I have a moment with you? Alone? Preferably the bedroom??" Her hand clenched tighter, her eyes flicking to the subtle bulge in his pants.