The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 263: But sometimes, getting drunk helps us saying things we can’t usually say

Chapter 263: But sometimes, getting drunk helps us saying things we can’t usually say

Dazedly, I blinked as Natha put me down on the floor and turned me around gently. It was cold and when he tugged my pants down, it got even colder.

Why did he tug my pants down?

Oh, right. Pee. I need to pee. All of those wines and meads made me want to pee. Natha even being so generous and helping me aimed, so all I needed to do was just pee.

"Okay, that’s it, let it all out..."

Mmh--his voice next to my ear was so good, I couldn’t help but shudder at it. He put his hand on my abdomen, pressing me there, reminding me of the time he sometimes pressed my slightly distended skin when he was inside me.

Why wasn’t he inside me, though?

Right, because I was peeing.

"Are you done?" he asked me kindly.

Well, I was done, but...I looked down and saw his hand on my peepee. This wasn’t right. He should stroke his hand when it was there. Why didn’t he? It’d feel good...

"Nat..." I whined and wriggled my hips, rutting on his hand.

"What a naughty boy,"

He chuckled against my earlobe and it was so, so delicious. So good. I was instantly up, and he laughed behind me. But he also started to stroke me, so it was good, mm, yeah, really good.

"Alright. Let’s get you off once and we’ll go to bed, okay?"

He kissed my temple and stroked me harder. Did he just say once? Why only once? Ahh--but I couldn’t think anymore. His touch was so good, and although I wanted him to teach me more, I was already feeling it so much just from his handjob. Throwing my head back to his shoulder, moans spilled out of my mouth, until I shuddered and released with a tight grip on his forearm.

Oh, that was good. I heard the sound of water, and then his chuckle before kissing my cheek and fixing my pants.

"Nggh?" I looked down and pursed my lips. "Why are you putting on my pants?"

"So we can go back to the bed and sleep?"

"No!" I looked up and frowned at him. "No! I want to do it!"

I could see his arching brow, and then his slightly reddened cheek. I could even feel the slight bulge behind me, against my lower back. So he was also aroused. So why did he talk about going back to bed?

"We can do it later tomorrow when you’re sober," he said with a smile, which only made me feel annoyed.

So I stomped my foot and pouted. "Do it now! I want to do it now!"

Why didn’t he want to do it now? I wanted to protest more but he had already scooped me up and carried me back inside the bedroom. "Tomorrow, okay?" he tried to coax me using a voice that had no business of sounding that good. "We can even do it immediately after you wake up if you want, so be good and have patience, mm?"

He kissed my temple again, but that just made me want him to touch me more. I bit my lips in defiance and wrapped my arms around his shoulder, leaning over and putting my mouth on his neck.

And bit him.

Whatever--this was a vampire castle anyway.

"Sweetheart," Natha sighed, but I bit him harder; not enough to draw blood, but enough to bruise him. I looked at the bite mark for a while, and, feeling dissatisfied, started to kiss it and suck on his flesh. "Sweetheart," he gave me a sigh

that almost sounded like a stern warning.

But I was annoyed so I didn’t care.

Satisfied with the reaction and the visible mark I left there, I made another one on his shoulder after yanking his shirt open. What could he do? He had to use both hands to carry me.

Unfortunately, before I could make a third mark, we reached the bed and he put me down on the mattress. He rubbed the mark that I just made, still wet from my saliva, and looked at me like I was a naughty kid. Did I care? Of course not! Right after he took off my shoes, I raised my foot and pressed it on his crotch. He grabbed my ankle to shift my leg away, but not before I felt his erection.

See, he was totally turned on!

Well, I still had another leg.

"Haa...come on, sweetheart," he grabbed the other leg too, and I raised my body so I could hit him.

"I had been missing you all day!" I yelled at him--I didn’t care if I sounded childish or selfish. "I wanted to have a date with you, but you’re always working! I wanted to have a quiet meal with you, but I can’t! Now you’re denying me too! I hate it!"

He looked surprised at my sudden outburst, enough to let go of my leg, and I used the chance to get on his lap. Grabbing his shirt, I pressed my head on his chest and felt heat stinging my eyes. "Don’t you miss me?"

"Oh, sweetheart, of course I miss you," he cupped my cheek and lifted my face. "But I don’t want to take you when you’re drunk, not because I don’t want to be with you."

"I’m not that drunk," I pursed my lips. Right? I mean...I could still talk..."What’s the big deal? I’m still sober enough to know it’s you!"

"Sweetheart, that’s not--"

"Aren’t you my future husband anyway?" I pouted, shaking his clothes and whining.

This time, he didn’t try to stop me, or use that coaxing ’sweetheart’ again. Instead, he looked at me unblinkingly, grasping my face a bit harder. "What did you say?"

"Huh?" there was a shift in his voice and expression, and my increasingly beating heart told me I shouldn’t let this chance go. "Aren’t you...my future husband?"

And then the world shifted, and I was on my back, staring at his sharp silver eyes. "Say that again," he commanded.

Oh? Oh! Gulping, I spoke of the word he probably wanted to hear the most. "...husband?"

My vision changed again, because I could no longer see his face. His face that was pressed onto mine, lips crashing together. His hand was on my nape, tilting my head so he could kiss me deeper, and I knew it was done. He wouldn’t reject me anymore. Not with his other hand on my waist lifting my hips so our lower bodies pressing and grinding against each other.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I laughed between the kiss, and he pulled away just enough so he could look into my eyes with a piercing gaze. "I told you to not rile me up, Valen."

Oh, Mother, he called me by my name. It means tonight would be truly, truly fantastic.

* * *

"I’ve never seen Young Master drunk before, that was quite funny," Lesta chuckled as he walked back to his room with Eruha. "Too bad His Lordship whisked him away immediately."

"Understandable," Eruha commented briefly, and Lesta couldn’t help but glance at the vampire, who was just insinuating that he knew the feeling of wanting to keep other people’s eyes away from his lover.

Not that they were lovers.

Yet.

"Why are you walking me back?" Lesta asked as he opened his bedroom door, looking back at the vampire.

"Can’t I?" Eruha replied casually, leaning against the door frame and looking at the demon with his usual expressionless eyes.

The combination of the casual answer and the dry expression made Lesta feel lost, without any idea how to respond. He just looked at the vampire without saying anything, thinking back to his conversation with Valen earlier during the day.

Would he be able to accept if, should Eruha drink someone else’s blood after he die?

"Kiss me," he said, and this time, the flat expression shifted. Those calm eyes seemed to be shaking just a bit. "I want to know how it feels while I’m sober."

With the sound of a slamming door, Lesta staggered back as the vampire grabbed his upper arms and claimed his lips with unexpected ferocity. He was expecting something soft, something sweet, something that said ’here, have a taste’.

He did not expect for himself to get...eaten. For his lips to be sucked and bitten, for his mouth to be explored, for his tongue to be played. The grip on his arms moved to his hair, tilting him for more access, and to his back, holding him so he didn’t fall. Because he certainly would without that, from the combined weight of the tall vampire, and the way his legs lost power.

It was a kiss that made him feel like he was an object of desire. To feel like this beautiful specimen did want him. It was so much that he felt like he could get intoxicated even without the vampire’s poison.

"Are you...haa...trying to kiss me or--ngh--eat me?" Lesta pushed the vampire away to gather air back into his lungs. But it was a difficult thing to do when Eruha looked at him with a blazing gaze and a smirk.

"Well, I’m a vampire after all," Eruha said before leaning down to kiss the demon again. This time though, as if he had quenched his thirst already, the kiss was gentle and soft, just how Lesta expected it earlier. A gentle caress on the slightly swollen lips, a soft stroke on his back and waist.

Looking into the deep eyes that were filled with ardor, Lesta thought that this wouldn’t just end with mere kisses. And with that, he pulled the vampire closer and started to kiss back.

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