The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 195: Sorry, I am too dazed to make any title (M)

Chapter 195: Sorry, I am too dazed to make any title (M)

"Ngh!"

The tingling feeling spread from the spot where Natha kissed me all over my thigh, making me twitch in the middle. Since I couldn’t close my legs with Natha between them, my hands flew down in embarrassment.

"Why? It’s not my first time seeing it," Natha smiled teasingly.

"I know!" I hissed in response, pursing my lips to hide my own fluster.

Natha laughed softly, sending even more vibration along my skin, fingers sliding down along my thigh, getting closer to my butt. Ugh--I couldn’t explain it well, but it felt nerve-wracking. It was like every touch of his cold fingers made my skin burn.

It didn’t even make any sense!

And then--and then, he touched my hole, and my hips jumped in surprise. Yes, yes, I knew this wasn’t my first time too, and even I get surprised by my own reaction. Natha was looking at me with a mix of wonder and suppressed laughter.

"Ah, you’re so adorable,"

My face was heating so much at this point. I was trying to recall what those courtesans telling me, but I tell you what--nothing! Nothing came to mind at this point. I was dazed and flustered and hyper-aware of his every movement. My brain had no leeway of thinking about anything but take the current sensation wildling in my body.

But then I realized that Natha was frowning, looking in the dressing room direction.

"W-why?"

"The oil..." Natha muttered, annoyance prevalent in his voice.

Ah...he meant the oil we usually used for lubricant? Right...we hadn’t been doing anything after we arrived here, so it was still sitting in one of the chests. But he seemed to be reluctant to part ways with my skin to take the oil.

"Hmm..." he looked back at my lower body again, muttering with narrowed eyes. "Should I just lick it--"

"No!" I put my fingers over my entrance, glaring at him.

He arched his brow, but there was no way I could survive tonight with him doing that. No no no--that was too advance for a virgin like me!

"It might feel good, though," he smirked at my fluster, and I kicked his side while biting my lips.

I felt like he would really do it with that stroke of mischievousness that he had from time to time, so I lifted my upper body and caught his hand. Biting my lips, I conjured some water from the air and manipulated its viscosity so it kind of turned slimy like a gel, coating Natha’s hand and fingers.

Again, Natha raised his brow, staring at my flushed face with an even wider smirk. "You can make lube now?" he leaned forward and whispered in my ears. His movement prompted my upper body to fall to the mattress again as Natha hovered above me. "So naughty,"

I raised my hands to hit his shoulder for that embarrassing remark, but ended up using them to clutch into his neck while I gasped in surprise as his fingers slipped inside.

It was cold! Not just the gel, but his finger. He slipped it inside carefully, but also without hesitation. I blinked and peeked down, only to meet a hard erection grazing on my thigh. I flinched in reflex and decided to look at his handsome face instead, just in time to see his charming smile.

"Sweetheart," he leaned down and whispered against my temple. "I’m going to put in more fingers than usual, okay?"

I just nodded, pressing my lips to avoid making weird sounds. Right--he only ever put in two fingers, since his aim had always been to...how do I say this...giving me a prostate massage? But now, he got to loosen me enough for his big...thing to fit inside.

Would it be possible to fit that? I instinctively looked down and flinched again.

"Just look at me," he said in a low, alluring voice that prompted me to follow it obediently.

I looked at his face as he put in another finger. Thanks to experiencing it before, this process did not faze me much aside from the coldness. But the gel melted in my temperature, which was quite high, I reckoned, since even Natha’s fingers did not seem that cold anymore.

Soon, my body, which had experienced the pleasure of those fingers, started to move instinctively. My hips twisted and chased his fingers, aching to have those digits pressing into that spot which sparked pleasure.

I could hear Natha’s soft laughter, and he did not disappoint, hitting where I wanted. "Ah!" my back arched and I grabbed onto him tightly as a tingling sensation shot through my spine.

"Should I make you come first?" Natha asked softly, with eyes that gleamed in ardent excitement.

The prospect of receiving that onslaught of spiking pleasure was dreadfully tempting. But I shook my head even as my face flushed and my breath hiked.

"No?" Natha tilted his head, slipping yet another finger and pushing a moan out of my parted lips. "Why not?"

"...want...I want--ngh!" I threw my head back as I finally felt my wall resisting the advance. But I managed to form a string of words as Natha diligently worked to soften my hole. "I want to...come with--ahh, yours..."

He paused then, giving me room to breathe, which I used to suck as much air as my lungs could, pressing my head into the pillow. But Natha swiftly grasp my nape and the next thing I knew, I was drowning in an aggressive kiss. It wasn’t the soft and sweet kind that he did before, and the intensity distracted my mind from the fact that he had put a fourth finger inside.

My body reacted almost instinctively at this point, hips twisting and lifting, interchanging between meeting his fingers and running away from them. My hands were holding onto his back and roamed to grasp his hair, looking for purchase as he explored and plundered me at both ends.

I lost my bearing and concept of time. Was it long? Was it short? We kissed until I felt breathless, and then we kissed again after I sucked on more air. My brain was going back and forth between the sensation in my mouth and my ass and it was wonderfully confusing.

When our lips truly parted, my chest was heaving as if I had just finished a long marathon. I looked at him in a daze, barely realizing that my hole was twitching and puckering in vain at the sudden emptiness. I only realized it after seeing Natha pull back to take off the rest of his pants.

Oh...oh!

I let out a hiccup, stuttering unsightly in the face of the impending event. My heart was racing in a mix of dread and impatience. Would it hurt? Would it be good? The questions kept swirling in my head as Natha hovered above me and took my clenching hand.

"Wet me again, sweetheart," he said--calm and relaxed as if he wasn’t saying anything lewd.

My fingers were trembling when he led it to touch his--oh, Mother...this felt different knowing where that would go. I took a deep breath, and somehow--somehow--my brain still could work well enough to produce some magic lube, coating his hard length all the way from the root to the tip...

What the hell--

Was it...really that...long? I definitely touched it before but why...

"Sweetheart,"

"Y-yeah?" my eyes flickered upward, at Natha’s gentle smile.

"Are you scared?"

"A-a little bit?" I replied sheepishly, in a quiet voice that was almost like a whisper.

"Should we stop?"

I shook my head hurriedly, gripping his shoulder and hooked my legs on his thighs. He chuckled a little bit and leaned down to kiss me, distracting my mind from the incoming pressure. I gasped into his mouth, feeling my back contract in reflex. Vaguely, I heard him telling me to relax, the cold hand rubbing the small of my back.

He let my lips go so I could take a deep breath and relax my muscle. He moved further with every deep breath that I took, filling me more and more.

Goddess--it was so different from the fingers! It was thicker and harder and the coldness clashed with the heat of my flesh. It got me shuddered and breathless, gripping bruises on his forearms.

"Okay?"

I nodded hurriedly, despite feeling like my stomach getting stuffed full and my spine tingled in not-so-pleasurable feeling. He kept stroking my side and the small of my back, whispering in my ears and telling me to relax as he tried to push further inside. When I groaned in discomfort, he would plant kisses on my face; over my closed eyelids, on my scrunched brows, my flushed cheeks, my sweaty temple...

"Is it hurt?" he would ask, rubbing my lips with his thumb.

"Mmh--" at this point, I couldn’t concentrate on much, my body riding on autopilot. My eyes were glazed and blurry, and I couldn’t make coherent thoughts. It was hot and stung and my stomach felt so full. I couldn’t decide if it felt good or awful, just...stuffed.

At my lack of response, Natha pushed further inside, and for the first time, I screamed.

"Aagh!"

He stopped, frozen as he clasped my trembling cheek. "Sweetheart," he rubbed my bitten lips, prying them open and chased my glistening eyes. "Are you alright? Is it hurt?"

"...h-urt...there...too big..." I mumbled whatever, panting hard and clutching into his skin.

I closed my eyes shut, feeling the pressure of resistance in my lower back. It stung so much there earlier, something blunt stretching me open. I gasped and breathed heavily as Natha started to pull back.

I thought he would just pull back slightly, but he kept pulling back until I felt the tip against my entrance. I gasped in surprise and grabbed his arms, shaking my head. "No, no, don’t pull out. I can do it, I can do it--"

"Sush," Natha came and kissed me gently to shut me up, but he continued to pull out. As I whined in protest from the loss, he kissed me again briefly.

"Natha--"

"Don’t worry," he caressed my head. "I’m just going to loosen you up more."

Oh...?

The empty hole was suddenly filled with his fingers again, creeping even further than before. He looked straight into my eyes and said with a smirk;

"I told you, I will not stop tonight."

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