I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 35
“Ah… it’s… ngh, it’s all visible… outside, the servants… hngh! They… they’ll see everything, ahh…”
“Why should you care if others see you? Why worry about the likes of servants?”
With that, Teshiel gripped the knife again and tore the remaining fabric from her body.
“The only thing that matters is that you don’t look at anyone else.”
The shredded pieces of her night-sky dress, now nothing but tattered remnants, fell over Bonita’s eyes, mixed with the scent of wine. The false courage that had welled up within her melted away under the relentless thrust of his fingers between her legs.
“Hngh… Ah! Ha… Ah!”
Teshiel’s hand plunged deep into her without hesitation, his fingers moving with a fierce rhythm. His hot tongue traced the curve of her spine, savoring the remaining taste of wine as her upper body shook, causing the table to rattle. Bottles clinked together before toppling over, spilling their contents.
The continent’s finest wine soaked into the tablecloth, then drenched Bonita, dripping onto the floor where it mingled with the slickness that poured from between her legs.
The fingers inside her felt unusually hot. Was it because she couldn’t see? Or was it the alcohol? She barely realized that she was being doused in wine as her moans filled the air, her body trembling with pleasure.
When her body finally trembled and reached its peak, Teshiel retrieved the knife that had fallen to the floor. He used it to shred the last piece of clothing clinging to her body. Now, completely naked and stained with wine, Bonita’s bare skin glistened under the light.
Teshiel tossed the knife aside and ran his hands over her, starting from her hips, sliding up her waist, along her ribs, and finally over her shoulders, his fingers stained with wine. He let out a satisfied sigh, pressing a deep kiss into the nape of her neck before lifting her into his arms.
“Ah… my… my Lord…”
Bonita was limp, intoxicated both by the wine and the remnants of her climax. With her vision obscured, she felt the world tilt and spin as he carried her, her mind reeling. Soon, she realized she had been laid onto something soft, like a lush patch of grass. His hot tongue traced her neck, then slid down to her b*****s, to her sides, and finally between her legs.
“Ngh… ha… uh…”
Teshiel’s lips wrapped around her c******s, sucking softly, sending waves of heat coursing through Bonita’s body. Her mouth parted as her back arched involuntarily, teetering on the edge of a second climax. But just before she could reach it, his mouth left her, and in its place, something massive and thick parted her entrance without warning, pushing deep inside.
“Ah! Hah, aah! Aah!”
The pain was fleeting. The overwhelming sensation of his thickness filling her made her feel as if she would lose her mind.
“Ngh! M-My Lord, ah… ngh, ah! Aah!”
It feels so good. It’s too good. Please, more… deeper… Intoxicated by both the wine and the sensations flooding her, Bonita unknowingly began to match Teshiel’s movements, rocking her hips in time with his thrusts.
“Mm…”
A low groan escaped him, and the cloth that had covered her eyes was pulled away. Sunlight filtered through the lush greenery above them, and the brightness stung her eyes for a moment. When her vision adjusted, she saw the glint of pleasure in Teshiel’s golden eyes. A soft smile curved her lips, and she began to move her hips on her own.
For the first time, Bonita moved not as a puppet swayed by Teshiel’s thrusts, but of her own accord. As her hips rolled, it felt as if she was drawing him deeper, pulling him into her. His hands gripped her hips tightly, pushing his length even further into her.
It was hard to believe that only a few weeks ago, Bonita had needed to control the depth of his thrusts herself, afraid he might go too far. Now, she took him all the way to the root, her body bending in ecstasy, letting out moans soaked in desire. The sheer pleasure she exuded was intoxicating.
“Ngh… Bonita…”
For the first time, Teshiel called her name, his face buried in the crook of her neck.
“Bonita… Bonita…”
“Aah…”
His low voice, paired with the gentle bites at her ear, sent shivers down her spine as she closed her eyes, trembling with delight. Tentatively, she reached out, wrapping her arms around his back. Teshiel’s pace quickened, his movements more urgent, and after Bonita had been driven through two more intense climaxes, he finally released inside her, flooding her womb with heat.
