I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 59
“Haang…!”
The fiery pleasure shot through her body from where they were joined, like an electric current spreading from her core. Her inner muscles pulsed, clenching tightly around him, gripping him with every spasm. Bonita cried out, her hands pressing down on Teshiel’s firm chest. Beneath her trembling palms, she could feel his heart pounding fiercely.
Teshiel muttered something unintelligible in a low voice. Before she knew it, her world spun as he flipped her over in one swift motion, positioning himself on top. Without hesitation, he plunged back into her, thrusting hard into her still trembling and slick entrance.
“Aah! Ah! Ah!”
His golden eyes glinted with a wild intensity as he gripped her hips and slammed into her, grabbing hold of her b*****s and biting down on the heart-shaped mark he had left on her chest. Bonita sobbed, but the tears that spilled from her eyes were not from pain or protest.
“Ah… it… it feels… so good…! Ah! More… more, please… Ah!”
She didn’t care if she completely fell apart. Maybe she already had, bit by bit, ever since the day she had been hired to serve tea, when he’d grabbed her chest out of nowhere. There was no denying that she had slowly been reshaped by him, molded to match his desires. How else could she find such raw, unrelenting thrusts so overwhelmingly pleasurable?
Lost in the sensation, Bonita placed her hands over Teshiel’s as he kneaded her b*****s, pressing his hands firmly into her skin as if she wanted the imprint of his touch to remain forever. In response, he bit down hard on her neck, sucking deeply, leaving another mark on her trembling form.
“Haa, Lord… Lord Tesh…iel… Ah! Ah…!”
She was thankful for her large b*****s, thankful they could sway so wantonly under him. It seemed to please him, at least.
“Call me Teshiel,” he whispered in her ear.
Bonita’s eyes widened in surprise, and she looked up at him, her face inches from his, close enough that their lips almost touched. His gaze was intense, piercing deeply into her eyes.
“Say my name,”
“Te..shi..el…”
In that moment, the golden hue of his eyes shifted, something indescribable flickering within them. He let out a low groan, his hands tightening around Bonita’s hips. The next second, he surged into her like a storm, and Bonita, unable to hold back, cried out with a mixture of pleasure and pain, her back arching as he drove deeper.
The overwhelming sensations clouded her vision as the intense pleasure spread throughout her body, mingling with the ache. Her inner walls spasmed uncontrollably, gripping him tightly as Teshiel released his hot seed deep inside her. It came in powerful bursts, filling her completely and overflowing, dripping out and mixing with her own juices.
Before the warmth in her core had even cooled, Teshiel flipped her over, lifting her hips high into the air. He seized her wrists, pinning them behind her back, and held her firmly in place. Despite already having released, his size hadn’t diminished, and he continued to ravage her insides.
“Ah! Haang! T-Teshiel, ah! Ahhh, ah!”
Her face pressed into the pillow, hips raised, her cries echoed through the room as she called his name over and over. Each time she uttered it, Teshiel responded by thrusting even deeper, burying himself further within her. Her hands, trapped behind her back, were numb from lack of circulation, and her chest was rubbed raw against the sheets, but none of it mattered. All she could feel was the overwhelming pleasure coursing through her. Everything he did to her body felt maddeningly good.
Teshiel released her wrists and instead spread her cheeks apart, gripping her firmly. He plunged himself deep into her twitching, dark pink core, once again spilling his release inside her. White, frothy streams of his seed mixed with the remnants of the first release, now trickling down her thighs. As his fingertips traced along her trembling legs, Teshiel murmured something under his breath.
“You’re spilling everywhere… looks like we’ll need another bath,” Teshiel murmured.
Bonita’s breath caught as she lifted her tear-streaked face and glanced back at him. Was he teasing her, or was this really the end? Despite her exhaustion, she still had strength left to move. Deep inside, her desires screamed louder than ever.
‘I want more!’
I want him to keep going until I’m completely melted, until I can’t move anymore. I want him to make tonight last forever, as if tomorrow won’t come…
‘Please, more.’
Bonita slowly rose, kneeling in front of him, her eyes falling to the part of him that had ravaged her moments ago. It was still slick with their combined fluids. Reaching out with both hands, she wrapped her fingers around him, feeling the veins pulse beneath her grip. Lowering herself, she pressed her b*****s against him, engulfing his length between them, and softly kissed the tip. His c**k twitched in response, and Bonita, summoning her courage, looked up at him and whispered,
“Please, don’t send me back to my room tonight. Do whatever you want with me. I’ll do anything… I didn’t get to serve you tea for the past eight days, so please punish me. You… You need… to ruin me tonight.”
Teshiel grabbed her chin, pulling her closer. Bonita’s dark brown eyes trembled with anticipation as he gazed down at her. With a smirk, he pushed her down onto her back and growled,
“Are you sure you won’t regret this?”
And so, another long night began.
