I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 72
“Do you even understand how disgusting it is for a creature like me, a demon, to enter the shrine of your human gods? I doubt they care at all about a demon wanting to escape its fate.”
Teshiel’s cruel words were accompanied by the relentless motion of his hips, the holy oil mixed with his forceful intrusion only adding to her torment. Bonita’s body burned from the sensation, as the oil left a faint stinging heat, like a mild burn across her skin.
His fury drove his every movement. A question gnawed at him—what did he truly want from her? Not long ago, he had even considered the idea of letting her go, thinking perhaps she would be better off. But the moment he discovered her lie about stealing a horse to leave the castle… something inside him snapped. He couldn’t let her go. Not now.
Teshiel hadn’t truly understood what it felt like to lose Bonita until the thought of her slipping away became a reality. The idea that he had once entertained letting her go now seemed laughable, even infuriating. He sneered at his past self while a dark rage simmered within him.
No. Never, Bonita. You’re not going anywhere. Because I won’t let you.
He bit down hard on the heart-shaped mark on her b****t.
“Ah…! Hah…! Ahn, ahh!”
The red mark had always been one of Bonita’s most sensitive spots, and Teshiel knew it well. His teeth sank into the tender flesh while his hot tongue pressed against the mark, making her feel as though he were licking her very soul. The sensation spread through her chest like a tickling heat, setting her heart racing.
Between her legs, the warmth was building as well. The slick holy oil mixed with her arousal, dripping down her thighs and staining the sacred altar beneath her. His thrusts, now smoother than before, made her body betray her, her voice rising in wet, breathy moans with every movement.
Though she was being taken against her will, on the altar of a temple no less, her body responded truthfully to the stimulation. She was burning up, her heart pounding like mad. It was impossible to tell whether it was fear or excitement—or perhaps both. The forbidden nature of the situation only seemed to intensify everything, making her pulse race even faster.
‘Am I going insane?’
Her mind felt sticky, melting away under the onslaught of sensations. Even as tears streamed down her face, her inner walls contracted around Teshiel’s c**k, gripping him tightly. Unable to resist, Bonita slowly began moving her hips in time with his thrusts.
Teshiel’s hands seized her b*****s, holding them up as though offering them to himself. Her chest overflowed from his grasp, bouncing with each powerful thrust, her pink n*****s tracing sharp lines in the air.
His hungry eyes locked onto the sight, and with a predatory gleam, he hungrily sucked one into his mouth. The sweet scent of her body, mingled with the fragrance of the oil, filled the air as he devoured her b****t, noisily sucking and slurping at her tender flesh.
With each brutal thrust, the sound of their bodies colliding echoed through the prayer room. Slick, obscene noises filled the space as her arousal splattered across the stone floor, mixing with the oil.
Bonita, overwhelmed, gripped the edge of the stone altar, her fingers digging in as though she might shatter it.
“Hhaaah… Ahnn…!”
Bonita had finally reached her limit, her body trembling with the intensity of the climax that overtook her. To have experienced such overwhelming pleasure while being taken by a demon on the altar of a sacred temple—she knew then that she was beyond redemption.
No god would ever bestow blessings upon her now, not after such desecration. In fact, she feared the gods would take away whatever grace had once been granted to her.
Losing the blessing of the gods was exactly what she had sought, but as tears streamed continuously down her face, Bonita couldn’t suppress the sorrow that overwhelmed her.
Meanwhile, Teshiel, driven by madness and rage, slammed into her harder and faster, his hips pounding mercilessly into hers.
“Ah! Hnngh…! My lord, ah! Stop… Ahn! Ahh! Ahnn…!”
Another fierce o****m crashed through her body, making her vision blur and her back arch uncontrollably.
Her thighs squeezed tightly around him, her walls clenching and spasming uncontrollably around Teshiel’s length, pulling him deeper inside.
“Ugh…”
A suppressed groan escaped Teshiel’s lips. His teeth sank into her neck, biting down hard enough to leave a painful mark as he pushed himself as far into her as he could, his body tense and rigid.
Bonita knew then what was coming. He was going to release his seed inside her, right there on the sacred altar. The overwhelming sense of sacrilege and the weight of her own sin crushed her, but she was powerless to stop it. She felt his hot breath on her neck as his body tensed, and then, she felt it—the rush of his release deep within her.
Teshiel spilled his seed into her womb, long and forceful.
“…Ahh,”
Bonita’s body shuddered as she felt him fill her, but something was wrong. The liquid spreading inside her wasn’t warm like it had been before. It was cold—so cold it made her body go rigid with shock. Confused and breathless, she glanced up, her gaze locking with the statue of Larifinas above the altar. The figure remained unchanged, its serene, compassionate smile seemingly mocking her from above.
