I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 49
Teshiel gripped the reins with one hand, guiding the horse at a slow pace, while his other hand focused on roughly groping her chest. Bonita anxiously scanned their surroundings as he pinched her n****e through her dress, causing her to gasp.
“Ahh…”
“I told you, this is my private land.”
There was no one daring enough to trespass on the Demon King’s territory, yet Bonita couldn’t shake the uneasy feeling. Something hard, which hadn’t been there earlier, now pressed against her left hip and thigh, only adding to her discomfort.
Not satisfied with touching her over the fabric, Teshiel harshly yanked at the front of her dress. Buttons popped off, and the front of her dress ripped open. He tugged down the loose chemise, exposing her bare, pale b*****s. A small cry of embarrassment escaped her lips as Teshiel seemed pleased by the sight, though her eyes likely filled with tears. Just like when he teased her most sensitive spots, he knew her tears would come with a little provocation—tears he enjoyed immensely.
Each twist of her n****e caused her to whimper softly, A sweet scent emanated from her as Teshiel pressed her forward, inhaling deeply at her neck.
“Ah!”
Bonita, losing her balance, gripped the horse’s neck tightly for support. Teshiel, without hesitation, tugged her skirt up to her waist in one swift motion.
“Ma… Ma… Lord…”
Her ominous feeling was coming true. Seeing her lace drawers soaked through in the center, Teshiel smirked and swiftly pushed the fabric aside, revealing her moist, pink entrance, glistening in the light. Without hesitation, he pushed two fingers inside.
“Hngh…!”
Bonita’s body jerked violently. It was hard to tell if it was the movement of the horse or the intrusion of his fingers between her legs that caused her to tremble so.
“Ah… My Lord, p-please…”
Teshiel laughed loudly at her tearful pleas.
“And what is it this time? ‘Not outside,’ or ‘Please, not on the horse’? Or perhaps, like last night, ‘Please put it in’?”
“Ah, hngh…”
Even Bonita didn’t know what to answer. But to Teshiel, it didn’t matter in the slightest. Of course, the scent of s****l arousal was the most delicious to him, but fear, shame, and terror also fueled his hunger just as well. As his fingers moved inside her, the intensity of that intoxicating scent thickened as expected.
‘Damn it.’
Initially, he had only meant to toy with her for fun, but now he genuinely felt thirsty. He patiently waited until Bonita reached her climax, his hand continuing to manipulate her, then lifted her up easily, turning her around so she was facing him. As anticipated, her tear-filled eyes were clouded, overflowing with emotions that threatened to spill over. Seeing that fragile state made his blood rush southward. Grabbing her b*****s, already marked red from the previous night’s bites, he teased her hardened n*****s before undoing his belt.
When his massive e******n sprung free, Bonita’s eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t even voice her thoughts, whispering please over and over under her breath.
Teshiel, no longer holding the reins, slipped his hands beneath her skirt and gripped her b******s. With ease, he tore her drawers apart and lifted her into position.
“Ah… please…”
The familiar plea, now a sweet melody to his ears, made Teshiel look deep into her eyes. Her gaze, clouded with fear, shame, and the undeniable hint of pleasure, was as beautiful as ever. Smirking, his golden eyes glinted as he teased her slick entrance with the tip of his c**k. Feeling her shudder against him, he wasted no time, thrusting her down onto him, impaling her fully in one swift motion.
“Haaaang!”
It was too deep. Tears burst from her eyes, her body arching backward. Teshiel held her firmly by the waist, ensuring she wouldn’t slip away.
“Wrap your arms around my shoulders.”
Before he even finished his command, Bonita clung to his neck, her arms locking around him tightly. Her ragged breath tickled his ear, soon transforming into breathy moans.
“Ah! Hngh, ah! Aaah…!”
The jostling of the galloping horse reverberated through Teshiel’s c**k, hitting Bonita’s cervix with every rough thrust. Each strong jolt sent sparks of pleasure shooting through her body, like stars exploding. Clinging to Teshiel with all her strength, she cried out loudly.
“Guhh…”
A low groan escaped from Teshiel as well. Normally, Bonita was too afraid and intimidated to even touch him, but now, her slender body clung to him desperately, sobbing, which only made his c**k harder.
