I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 27
Bonita didn’t know how to respond. It didn’t seem like Teshiel was expecting an answer, either.
“But you must be disappointed that all I fed you today was my fingers and that necklace.”
Still seated, Teshiel undid his belt, letting his enormous length spring free. Bonita’s eyes widened in fear as she looked at it. Teshiel casually patted his thigh, signaling her.
“Come, sit.”
“S-sit… where…?”
Without answering, Teshiel gave her a mischievous grin and patted his thigh again. The color drained from Bonita’s face. It was one thing to endure being forcibly taken, but to willingly lower herself onto him was a different matter entirely. Yet, she had no choice; she couldn’t disobey him.
As she hesitated, taking a small step forward, Teshiel grabbed her thighs, spreading them apart and pulling her closer. Now, she stood over him, her legs spread wide, hovering just above his e***t member.
“Sit.”
Teshiel urged her again. Bonita, tears falling freely, slowly lowered herself onto his s***t. The tip of his c**k brushed against her c******s, making her body shudder. She was already slick, and his length slid between her folds, nestling itself in just the right spot.
Feeling the sensation, Bonita stopped, unable to gather the courage to go any further. Teshiel, noticing her hesitation, gripped her a*s and spread her cheeks wide.
“I’ll help.”
“Hnngh…!”
With a forceful push, the tip of his c**k penetrated her entrance. Even though only a day had passed, the pain felt as though she were being split in half.
“Aah! Ah!”
Teshiel tightened his grip on her hips, forcing her down onto him as Bonita screamed, bending forward, her b*****s brushing against his nose as they bounced. Without hesitation, Teshiel slammed her down onto his c**k, burying himself to the hilt inside her.
“Haa…!”
The sudden, deep penetration caused Bonita to arch her back, her legs trembling uncontrollably. She gasped for breath, trying to adjust to the overwhelming sensation. Teshiel smiled in satisfaction as he watched her large b*****s rise and fall with each heavy breath, her face contorted with the agony of the first thrust.
While still impaling her on his c**k, Teshiel leaned forward and took her lace-covered n****e into his mouth.
“Hnnngh…!”
Her moans mixed with the wet sounds of him sucking through the lace. The texture of the fabric created a different sensation from when he sucked directly on her skin, making it even more intense. Unable to bear it, Bonita twisted her hips, trying to pull away, but as her n****e slipped from his mouth, Teshiel reached up and tore away the rest of the lace, exposing her other b****t.
With the same care, he left another pretty mark on her remaining b****t, just like the other.
“Isn’t it comfortable, sitting here like this?”
Teshiel spoke teasingly as he gripped Bonita’s hips with both hands. He pulled her pelvis up, lifting her off his length until he was almost completely out, then slammed her back down, thrusting all the way to the hilt again. Bonita screamed once more, a loud slap echoing through the room as her juices splattered. He repeated the motion several times, driving into her with increasing force, but a slight frown crossed his face. While this position was enjoyable, it wasn’t quite satisfying enough.
Still holding her, Teshiel stood up from the chair, keeping himself buried inside her as he moved. He gently placed her on the desk, laying her down. The sight of her dress, torn at the chest and bunched up around her waist, was intensely e****c. The lace, gathered at her hips, looked like clouds framing her exposed body. Without hesitation, Teshiel drove his dark, throbbing length back into her, thrusting with renewed intensity.
“Aah! Aaah! Ngh, ah! Ugh… ngh! Ah! Ahn! Aah!”
Her cries gradually turned into moans of pleasure. Somewhere along the way, the pain had disappeared, replaced only by an overwhelming, uncontrollable pleasure. The two tormenting words—shame and s****l pleasure—had long since vanished from her mind.
