I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 74
Her soaked womanhood greedily pulsed, wanting something large and thick to fill it. The warm breath between her legs suddenly shifted to her neck, where it lingered. His hand gently cupped her cheek, and soft lips grazed her earlobe before trailing tender kisses down her neck.
A hot hand lifted one of her b*****s, cupping it fully, while his tongue, which had been teasing her collarbone, now traced delicate circles around the areola. Her hardened n****e slipped between his lips, just as a thick finger slid effortlessly inside her.
Nothing about his movements was rushed. Teshiel knew her body intimately, stimulating only the places that made her feel the most pleasure.
“Ah… Lord Teshiel.”
“I said drop the ‘Lord,’ just Teshiel.”
“Tesh…iel… ngh, ah…”
Bonita’s voice, trembling with desire, was soft and wet as she called his name. Teshiel exhaled slowly, his eyes closing as he pressed his lips against the heart-shaped birthmark on her skin.
“Bonita…”
A deep, resonant voice rumbled in her ear, sending shivers down Bonita’s spine. Had he ever been this gentle with her before? She felt like she was melting, like ice cream under the summer sun.
“Please… untie me.”
“That’s not happening,” he responded, even his refusal sounded sweet.
“I won’t run away… please…”
“No.”
“Haa… I wasn’t trying to run away… I swear. I just…”
Just wanted to erase her name from the sacred registry.
But before she could say it, the memory of the dream she had resurfaced—the scornful words of the priest and Teshiel’s pained voice, followed by the sound of his retreating footsteps.
Bonita fell silent, unable to continue.
Without a word, Teshiel trailed his lips lower, down her smooth stomach. His tongue returned between her legs, lapping at her c******s, while his fingers, now three, slid in and out of her, stimulating her deeply. His fingers moved with deliberate precision, gently but firmly, creating a fire in her belly that felt like it would consume her.
The sensations were overwhelming, making her forget everything but the pleasure coursing through her body.
“Haa… ahh… Aah…”
As she hovered at the brink of release, gasping for breath, Teshiel slowly pushed his length inside her, the fullness making her gasp. Her soaked womanhood allowed him to glide effortlessly within her. His movements were slow, gentle, yet the sheer size of him was enough to fill her completely. No matter how tender he was, his size was unrelenting. He slid deeper, the head of his member pressing firmly against her cervix, as if sealing her with an intimate kiss.
“Haa…!”
A lightning bolt struck through her mind, and with just the act of him entering her, Bonita reached another climax. Her head tipped back, her body trembling uncontrollably as her inner walls clenched around Teshiel’s length. He remained still, letting her contractions milk him while savoring the pleasure she gave him. Only after her tremors subsided did he slowly begin to move again.
With each thrust, he teased her sensitive n*****s with his lips and tongue while his hands trailed hotly along her neck and back. The steady buildup of sensation overflowed like a cup filled to the brim, making her respond to even the smallest touch.
Teshiel waited until Bonita had climaxed three times in succession before he gradually picked up the pace. When he reached deep inside her, he unleashed a torrent of cold seed, filling her core. The chill coursing through her made her shiver.
Naturally, even after releasing, his manhood didn’t soften. He slowly withdrew from her, smearing the fluid that spilled from her entrance with the head of his member before pushing back in again. Blindfolded and bound, all Bonita could do was gasp for air as she helplessly accepted everything he did to her.
It was only after his second release that Bonita found her voice.
“Ahh… haa… Please, please… let me go now… Teshiel… just free my hands…”
Teshiel’s lips brushed her ear as he whispered, “No.”
“If not my hands, then at least my eyes, please… I want to see your face.”
“No, Bonita.”
Despite her desperate pleas, Teshiel remained unmoved, though his voice remained gentle. It was clear he had no intention of fulfilling her request. He continued to caress her body with soft kisses and tender touches, his thrusts unhurried yet relentless. With her eyes covered, Bonita lost all sense of time. All she knew was the unending sensation of him spilling into her.
It wasn’t until his fourth or fifth release that she finally passed out from exhaustion.
