I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 79
Bonita gasped, her breath catching as more tears spilled, streaming down beneath the hand that shielded her eyes. Her tears burned as fiercely as his touch.
“But don’t try to abandon your gods. I can’t replace them. Bonita… were you really ready to throw your life away just to stay by me for one or two more years?”
She hadn’t realized that without the blessing of the gods, she would live for such a short time, though she now understood. But even if she had known, she would have still chosen the same path. Life without Teshiel was unimaginable to her.
No one could ever take his place. She would long for him until the day her life ended, yearning for him with every breath. What would be the point of living long if she had to do it without him? If she had to choose, Bonita would rather burn like a fire beside him until she was entirely consumed.
Bonita reached up and placed her hand over Teshiel’s. That large, powerful hand seemed to tremble ever so slightly.
‘…You were scared. It wasn’t anger because you thought I’d run. You were afraid I’d disappear.’
She intertwined her slender fingers with his and gently tugged his hand down. It followed her lead without resistance. Teshiel was so close their lips nearly touched, gazing at her with molten golden eyes that seemed ready to melt away.
Click. Still holding her gaze, Teshiel reached out and unlocked the cuffs.
The next moment, they lunged at each other like starving wolves.
Teshiel’s hand tangled in Bonita’s hair, while the other hand gripped her hips firmly, spreading them wide. His large, throbbing member, hotter than ever before, hungrily plunged into her dripping entrance. The tight walls of her core clung to him, demanding more, and her red lips alternated between breathless moans and calling out his name.
Her pale, delicate fingers roamed over his firm chest and toned sides, eventually digging into his broad back with her nails. His soft brown hair, his sweat-drenched forehead, flushed eyelids, and slightly upturned nose—they all led to his lips, which descended on her neck, biting down hard and leaving red marks.
“Bonita…”
Drunk on the sweet, sticky scent that seemed to cling to his every breath, Teshiel pounded into her with wild fervor.
“Ah! Ahh, ah, aah!”
Tears streamed down her face. With water spilling from both ends, Bonita was engulfed in the intensity of their passion, clawing at his iron-like body wherever she could grasp. At some point, her fingers grazed one of Teshiel’s horns.
“Kh…”
The smooth rhythm of his thrusts faltered as his member swelled impossibly large, and a stifled groan escaped him. Bonita blinked, her half-lidded eyes fluttering.
“…This…”
“….”
“Does this feel good? Do you like it…?”
She cautiously stroked his horn with her fingers. Teshiel frowned, his breath hissing through his teeth as his hips jerked involuntarily.
“…Don’t…stimulate that.”
His breathing grew ragged. He told her not to… but it seemed like he enjoyed it. Bonita knew from her own experience that when the sensation became overwhelming, similar reactions occurred. She let her fingers glide along the ridges and grooves of his horn, which felt thick and solid.
‘Almost like his…’
She pulled him closer, her actions guided by an inexplicable compulsion. Then, she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the path her fingers had just traced.
“…Kuh!”
Teshiel’s body tensed up. For a moment, Bonita thought he looked endearing, but then his torso heaved as he inhaled sharply, and his head tilted back, his eyes wild and unfocused.
“Te-Teshiel? Did I do something wrong—ah! Ah, Teshiel—ahh! Ahhh, no, ah…!”
Bonita wondered if she might actually die from this. Then again, maybe that would be alright. After all, the face she was seeing now, after having her eyes uncovered, was the most intense expression she’d ever seen him wear.
The way his eyes, filled with pure possession, focused solely on her—it made her heart feel like it might explode. Just meeting his gaze sent shivers of pleasure through her, spreading heat between her legs. Yes, Teshiel was the man who had taken her, even on a sacred altar. Not even the gods could stop him from claiming her. The thrill of it all was dizzying.
A bead of sweat slid down from his forehead, landing on her swollen, sensitive b****t, which had been bitten and sucked on so much that it was now red and sore. But she wanted more. She craved more of his touch, his kisses, his tongue. Just the thought of him grazing her skin made her gasp for breath. Even if he devoured her whole, she wouldn’t mind.
With her gaze locked on his, Bonita felt herself being pushed to the peak of pleasure once again. And as she heard him groan, she spiraled into a deeper, more intense climax. Her body shook with joy as cold fluid flooded inside her, filling her completely.
As she lay limp, panting heavily, Teshiel pressed himself inside her again as he whispered deeply.
“Don’t worry. I’ll keep filling you up until you’re carrying my child.”
“Ahh…”
In her hazy mind, Bonita wondered if, after all of this, she hadn’t already conceived. But even so, she wrapped her trembling legs around him, willingly accepting him once more.
Though she had been freed from her restraints, the relentless intimacy continued as usual. When Bonita finally succumbed to exhaustion, Teshiel released his seed inside her as she slept, pulling her close as if caging her in his arms before drifting off to sleep.
When she awoke some time later, she found herself in a warm bath, nestled against Teshiel’s chest.
“You’re awake?”
Teshiel’s lips gently pressed against her damp hair as he spoke. At the same time, she felt his lower body stirring, pressing against her backside. She couldn’t believe how tireless he seemed. Bonita, too weak to even lift a finger, murmured softly.
“How many days has it been? Since we’ve been like this?”
“Why? Are you tired of me already?”
“Of course not. But we can’t just stay like this forever, can we? Don’t you have things to do outside? I haven’t been able to serve your tea either… haah…”
Teshiel’s hand slid down her smooth stomach, grazing her sensitive area between her legs, causing her breath to hitch.
“Haaa…”
“Tea… Rento is handling that. And as for work…”
His hand, which had been teasing her c******s, suddenly stopped. Bonita felt the muscles of his chest tense against her back. Teshiel muttered darkly under his breath.
“That damn lizard…”
Bonita flinched at the sudden shift in his tone, but he kissed her shoulder lightly as if to reassure her, then stood up from the tub. He placed his hand on her forehead for a few moments, his voice firm yet calm.
“I’ll be stepping out for a bit. Stay here and wait for me in the room.”
Bonita nodded, watching him leave the bath with an anxious gaze, unsure of what might happen next.
