I Got a Job as the Demon King's Plaything - Chapter 93
He thrust his member all the way to the hilt in one swift motion.
“…!”
Bonita arched her back, unable to catch her breath, her mouth open in a silent scream, tears spilling from her eyes.
It was still too big.
Too big, too good.
As the tears streamed down her face, Teshiel, wearing a blissful smile, cupped her cheek and gently wiped them away with his thumb. When their gazes met, Bonita, whispering his name through her tear-filled brown eyes, saw Teshiel flex his hips.
“Hahk! Ah!”
His thick length twitched violently inside her, causing Bonita to scream, her body twisting uncontrollably. A flood of arousal gushed out as her walls clung tightly around him, gripping his s***t. Teshiel groaned lowly, grabbing her hips firmly as he began thrusting forcefully, the sound of their bodies slapping together filling the air.
“Ahh, ah! Hah!”
His thick length ravaged her, scraping along her insides, mercilessly penetrating the deepest part of her body. Every thrust sent lightning through her brain, curling her toes.
“Ah! S-so good… ah, ah! So good… ah! Aah!”
She could only repeat how good it felt, her mind completely overwhelmed, as her hips instinctively moved to meet his. When their eyes met, Teshiel kissed her deeply, swallowing her cries. He savored her pleasure-drenched tongue, continuing to thrust into her relentlessly until she reached her limit, writhing in ecstasy.
It felt as though the world had shrunk to just the two of them, lost in the heights of pleasure. Finally, Teshiel released his cold essence into her, filling Bonita’s womb to the brim.
“I love you… I love you, Teshiel…”
As Bonita wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered, Teshiel closed his eyes and buried his face in her nape.
Bonita… How will I live without you?
He breathed in her scent, leaving delicate kisses on her neck, earlobe, and chin. Then, gazing deeply into her eyes, he claimed her lips once more.
As he sucked gently on her soft lips and slid his tongue into her mouth, Bonita let out a breathless moan beneath him. Her mouth was as moist and tender as her core had been. Despite having just released himself moments ago, the heaviness in his loins quickly returned. He fought back the urge to flip her over, sink his teeth into her neck, and thrust into her until she passed out. He didn’t want to push her too far. He loved her.
‘…Love.’
At that realization, Teshiel paused, pulling away in surprise.
Yes. The anger he felt whenever Bonita looked at someone else, the madness that consumed him whenever she was out of his sight, it wasn’t because she was a rare toy he might never find again.
The shock he’d felt when she said she loved him, as if his heart had been struck by a hammer, and the overwhelming fullness that remained in his chest… it was because he loved her.
If it weren’t love, he couldn’t explain why he had torn through half the empire to get her back.
Love. It was an unfamiliar emotion to a demon. He had heard humans speak of it often enough to understand it intellectually, but he never imagined that he, of all beings, would fall in love.
“Teshiel…?”
Bonita gazed at him with wide eyes. Teshiel kissed her forehead with a soft “mwah” and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. Bonita snuggled into him, rubbing her cheek against his chest as she nestled into his embrace. The sensation under his heart tickled, like holding a delicate bird. Fearing he might crush her if he held on too tightly, he loosened his grip just a bit.
After a while, Bonita lifted her head slightly. With her eyebrows furrowed and her lips pouting just a little, she looked mischievous. As she lay on her side, she gave his shoulder a gentle push. He allowed himself to be pushed, his body rolling into a straight position. Then, Bonita straddled him, slowly climbing atop him, her lips meeting his in a soft kiss. Amused, Teshiel smiled and returned the kiss, finding her action endearing.
“Hmm…?”
The smile quickly disappeared from Teshiel’s face. Bonita had reached down and wrapped her hand around him. Her tightly shut eyelids trembled as she began to rub his s***t, slick with their mixed fluids, up and down. Teshiel urgently grabbed her hand.
“W-What are you doing?”
Bonita blinked, startled.
“Ah, we’ve only done it once…”
“…So?”
“You haven’t finished yet.”
Her face flushed a deep red. Teshiel pressed a hand to his forehead.
“You don’t have to force yourself.”
“…Do you not want to anymore?”
As if that could ever be the case. This was a game he couldn’t win. Her seemingly innocent voice finally made him release her hand. By then, his member had returned to its full size, standing firm and rigid once more.
“…Do as you please.”
Whatever she interpreted from those words, Bonita spread her legs and sat between his thighs. Slowly, she began to lower herself onto his dark, veiny length.
“Ah… hngh, mmh…”
The tip slipped inside her entrance, swallowed up as she impaled herself. Her furrowed brows and parted lips, as she struggled to take him without his help, were indescribably sensual.
His eyes hungrily took in the sight of her body—the round, marked b*****s, the slender waist that seemed too delicate to handle something so large, and the arousal dripping from where her core swallowed his thick length.
“Today… I can’t hold back any longer.”
Teshiel groaned lowly, gripping her hips tightly with both hands.
“I don’t have the luxury to take it slow anymore.”
