The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 214: [Bonus - ] The Thirst, The Rush, and The Dreadful Rapture (M)

Chapter 214: [Bonus Chapter] The Thirst, The Rush, and The Dreadful Rapture (M)

It wasn’t the sting of the twin piercing points that he dreaded--it was the rush.

The rush of his blood getting drained away, and the rush of the sweet poison flowing back inside his vein. It was reeked of desire, of mindless carnal indulgence. Yet it seeped into his soul and took hold.

Took hold of his mind, muddled with deafening fireworks and blinding lights. Took hold of his senses, shivers crawling along his spine and across his bare skin. Took hold of his breath, boiled down into mere gasping and writhing sound; pleading, airy, breathless.

"E-Eru..."

The only thing he could manage between his lips, aside from choking gasps and mindless moans, was of a single name. But even that was getting shoved back inside his throat by invading fingers pressing on his tongue and grazing his palate.

The dark lashes fluttered between the rush of dread and desire, head thrown back into the pale shoulder. His neck was pulsing with life; with pain and pleasure.

Whimpers flew between his glistening lips once the piercing fang retreated. No, the rush didn’t stop. As his blood and mana started to circulate around his body again, the sweet poison spread even more, seeping into every corner of his consciousness, as if his mind hadn’t been mushed into a lusty mess already.

"Mmh--ahh..." the fingers retreated from his mouth, and he was free to voice his further arousal, moaning into the cold air and heated breath.

"What are you afraid of, mm?" the vampire kissed the puncture wound, licking the leftover blood so it wouldn’t stain the sheet beneath them. "The pain?" the red lips traveled to the demon’s ear, whispering in a low, airy voice while stroking the leaking genital. "Or the pleasure?"

The demon gasped, back arching and impaling himself further on the vampire. "...much," he groaned. "T-too much..."

"So it’s the latter," Eruha laughed softly, letting go of the demon’s dark, throbbing length. Eruha gasped harshly, lips parted and panted, begging for air, begging for a kiss...who knows.

How many times had they done this? How many years? How many decades? Yet Lesta still found himself dreading the rush of pleasure that masked the pain underneath. He wasn’t even sure he hated the pain, but that pleasure--oh that delight and blinding lights exploding inside his brain was just too much. It made him lose all reason and control.

Lesta hated losing his reason and control.

Yet he loved the feathery touch of those slender fingers and the airy warm breath sending whispers into his ears. He loved the slick lips dragging across his shoulder, and when he felt a slight graze of those sharp teeth against his nape, he shuddered.

But he did not run, he did not pull away. He pressed his skin into the wet lips and sharp teeth, as if longing for another dose of stinging wounds. But all he could feel was the wisp of hot breath and the soft vibration across his skin as the sound of soft, mirthful laughter filled the room.

Lesta whined, his calm and collective brain cells getting picked apart by sweet poisons, filling him with nothing but one thought; Eru. Eru...God, his Eru.

"Eru..." he managed to sound his whine this time, hand grasping the back of the vampire’s head, clutching desperately into strands of hair on the other’s nape. He turned his head so he could stare into those deep ruby eyes and delicate visage.

So pretty, so cruel, putting him in this delightful agony.

Lesta had no idea when he started to grind against the other, hips twisting in desperate measure to find some friction, fingers pressing his abdomen to feel the big intrusion inside him. Eruha was inside him, snuggly, too snuggly maybe, because he hadn’t moved since earlier, just keeping his hard length inside as if Lesta was nothing more than a cock warmer.

And it wasn’t enough. Even with the sweet, sweet poison coiling around his blazing nerves, it wasn’t enough.

"Aghh..." Lesta pressed himself into the vampire, back arching beautifully, clawing into the pale flesh, moaning not in pleasure but desperation. "Eru!"

The red lips of the vampire parted in a smile, letting out a whisper against Lesta’s own glistening pair. "What do you want, Eta?" he caressed the clenching jaw, staring at the glazed dark eyes. "Tell me,"

"You," the answer came with a gasping breath. "Eru, I want you," the heat from the poison had seeped into his everything, and it was itching...an insatiable itch that could only be doused by the poisoner’s touch. "I want you...deep--haa--I want you--"

The rest of the words were lost inside a fervent kiss that tasted of blood and of lust. Eruha roamed the dark skin with her eager hands, no longer feathery and soft; pinching the black nubs and pressing the distended skin below the demon’s navel. And as Lesta had wanted and lusted and begged, he drove inside, pounding hard, filling the demon well.

There was no need for consideration; they had been doing this for so long that their body moved in automatic. They had molded into a perfect puzzle, their shapes made for each other that a simple thrust already shoot a pleasurable sensation up their spine. Still...

"Loosen up, Eta, I don’t want to have to bite you again," Eruha stroked the demon’s jaw, pressing his lips against Lesta’s shoulder.

But the muddled head misheard the instruction. "Bite...me?" he looked up at the vampire with heavy breath and lidded eyes, tongue flitted out to lick his glistening lips. That bite was equal to another dose of sweet poison that burned his nerves and made him tingle all over. That bite sounded good now for his lust-saddled mind.

Eruha chuckled at that reaction. "How cute," he kissed the craned neck rather than biting it. "You were avoiding my bite like a plague earlier,"

"...I--I did?" the sweaty brows furrowed, the corner of his lips dipped in disappointment.

Eruha hid his regret and displeasure with a soft laugh. Lesta was both adorable and alluring in this state, but he hated the way the demon would forget most of it once the natural aphrodisiac in his system wore off.

"I don’t want to sink you further," Eruha kissed the offered neck again, and without any other warning, started moving in earnest, holding the demon tight and drove inside, pounding harder and faster to satiate their carnal desire.

Lesta had no coherent thoughts and coherent words left to let out, his vocabulary was made out of choking gasps and lustful moans as the heat spread across his skin and pooled beneath his abdomen. The electric sensation rose mercilessly along his spine and in one blinding explosion, speared him head to toe with unspeakable pleasure.

Nothing came out of his mouth, and nothing came out down below. Just convulsion upon undulating convulsion frying his nerves in a mind-shattering orgasm.

Lesta didn’t even realize the sticky fluid dripping from his hole had slid down his inner thigh. His dark eyes were flickering, dazedly registering the bedsheet; pristine and neat, just like Eruha, the only crease coming from where their knees and toes pressing down and giving weight.

This felt wrong.

Eruha let him go, and Lesta intentionally slumped into the clean sheet, fouling it with the sweat covering his skin, with tears and drool. A bed shouldn’t be this neat after such mind-numbing sex. How did they do it?

That question left tethering in the precipice of his addled brain as Eruha flipped him up, and he stared into the deep, blood-red eyes glinting like a pair of rubies. It was so captivating, and Lesta was disappointed when he couldn’t see it anymore, as Eruha dove toward his chest. Lips trailing above his heart; sucking, biting, licking, spreading marks on one place, and just one place.

Over and over and over again for tens of years.

"Eta," whisper traveled across his chest, spreading around the blooming mark. "My Eta,"

With heaving chest and hazy eyes, Lesta watched the pair of ruby gaze into him again, deeply and affectionately. Thumb parted his lips, and his name flew between them. "La Lesta,"

He drank it, his name sounding so sweet from Eruha’s lips, like it was dripping with honey and blood.

"One day," the red lips parted and curled softly, as soft as the adoring ruby gaze. "One day, you will be my eternal."

The demon’s dark eyes flickered, his heart tingling with an almost endless vibration.

Yeah, this felt wrong.

This almost pristine sheet, the adoration inside those unfeeling eyes, this never-ending heat.

This was wrong. Lesta reached out toward the pale cheeks; that was wrong too. Why did they stay pale even after sucking so much blood and mana out of him? Everything felt wrong, and he wanted to make it right.

But his mind was too muddled for that. So his body took hold, back arching and hips lifting to chase the vampire’s skin. Limbs reaching out, hooking into other limbs, pulling the weight into him and making them sink deeper into the mattress.

"Eru..." he whispered in a sweet, demanding voice. He wanted to make those cheeks flushed, turning the bedsheet into a disarray heap, pushing the heat out of his veins.

Keeping that adoration eternal.

But Eruha just caressed his sweaty head and pushed him back into the sheet, pressing on his chest as if telling him to stay put. Lesta groaned in disappointment, because the heat was still there, despite the exhaustion burdening his body.

Eruha chuckled softly, pressing his fingers into the cluster of marks he made above the demon’s heart. "If only you could be this honest all the time," his voice was laden with regret and impatience. "If only you could love me with your sound mind,"

Lesta blinked slowly, before smiling sweetly, softly, dazedly, still stroking the pale cheeks as if trying to make them bloom in red. Eruha rubbed the smiling lips, before pressing his own on the sweaty head.

"Sleep," he commanded.

The dark eyes slowly closed, the dazed mind sinking deeper as the sweet poison waned. As his mind drifted into nothingness, Lesta felt the pale arms pull him into an embrace, fingers brushing the puncture wound; the mark of his pain and pleasure.

When was it...

When was it...that his pleasure started to come along with dread?

So agonizing...so wonderful.

Just like that spring day five decades ago. Yes, when everything started between them.