I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 77
“Kyah!”
Bonita let out a startled yelp. She knew this position all too well—being lifted right before he would impale her.
“Te… Teshiel!”
“Hmm?”
He responded in a sweet voice. At that moment, something thick and hot pressed against Bonita’s entrance, causing her to cry out.
“P-please! It’s dirty… At least let me… clean… Ah!”
Before she could even finish her sentence, the massive weapon forced its way into her, just the tip breaching her. With his lips near her ear, Teshiel whispered softly.
“Dirty? Nothing that comes from your body is dirty. Since you’re empty now, I’ll just have to fill you back up.”
“Haa…”
“You don’t like it?”
There was no way she didn’t like it. No matter how full she was, it was never enough. It was only the situation that made her uneasy. Bonita panted with a mix of fear and anticipation. Her juices were already trickling down his s***t. Teshiel was right—whenever she was in front of him, she couldn’t help but drip. He always made her body crave him, even in moments like this. Bonita, on the verge of tears, shook her head.
“I… I like it…”
The enormous length slowly slid deeper inside her. It moved so slowly, she could feel every pulsing vein as it filled her.
“Haah…”
The excruciatingly slow pace only made her more desperate.
Ever since they returned from the temple, Teshiel had treated her with an unusual tenderness, as though he had become someone entirely different. His every movement was slow and deliberate, licking and sucking without leaving any bite marks or bruises. It was gentle, and while she enjoyed it, it didn’t feel like the Teshiel she knew. Where was the man who used to bite her neck and chest, slamming into her until she passed out?
In the end, Bonita, her face flushed bright red, whispered softly into his ear.
“Harder… please, do it harder…”
Hearing those words, Teshiel took a deep breath. His broad chest, pressing against her soft b*****s, swelled with anticipation.
“I’ve been holding back… You’ll regret asking for that.”
His voice simmered with intensity. Instead of responding, Bonita raised her bound hands to wrap them around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. She knew she was inviting more trouble, but she found the courage to mimic what he often did—she gently bit his earlobe and lightly licked it with her tongue. In an instant, his s***t drove all the way inside her, as if it was going to pierce through her entire body.
“Haa…!”
A dizzying jolt of pleasure shot through her, making her arch her back. Teshiel gripped her b******s firmly, spreading them apart as he withdrew his member to the tip before slamming it back inside in one swift motion.
“…!”
Bonita gasped, unable to breathe, her mouth open in shock. The depth was so intense, tears welled in her eyes.
“Is this what you wanted, hmm?”
He pushed her against the wall with a loud thud. As the impact left her momentarily stunned with pain and shock, he pulled out, only to thrust back in as deeply as before. Just one lick of his ear had brought back the Teshiel she knew—the one who drove into her until she was on the brink of passing out.
True to his promise, he filled her empty womb with his cold seed. Then, noticing the red marks forming on her back from the wall, he said they couldn’t have that, and laid her face down on the bed. Her raised b******s trembled enticingly, while milky fluid dripped from between her legs. Teshiel scooped it up with his fingers and pushed it back into her.
“Spilling out what I’ve filled you with already, huh?”
“Hngh…”
“I’ll make sure you can’t spill another drop.”
The endlessly gentle caresses from Teshiel were long gone. Now, like a beast, he thrust his s***t into Bonita relentlessly. As she had wished, he bit into her nape while she screamed until her voice was hoarse.
How much time had passed? Bonita constantly fainted or passed out from exhaustion, only to wake up to Teshiel feeding her. Somehow, the food he placed into her mouth was mostly warm, suggesting a maid might have come and gone without her noticing.
