The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 333: The spring he could never enjoy, the summer he could never taste (M)

Chapter 333: The spring he could never enjoy, the summer he could never taste (M)

"Nat," a voice like a morning bird.

"Nat," a kiss with a refreshing spell flowed into his veins, seeping into his exhausted cells. "Nat!"

He opened his eyes to that whining voice, his lips stretched by themselves at the adorable little pout above him.

"You said you won’t stop!" Valen whined, grasping his nape and shooting even mode rejuvenating mana inside him.

"Just a bit of rest, mm?" Natha held the smaller man, who as usual, possessed a never-ending stamina unbefitting his stature. "I’m not sleeping or anything."

"Liar!"

That adorable pout again. Natha chuckled and pulled the human--who looked more like a druid every day--to lay on top of him, peppering the fair shoulder with more kiss marks. He heard the sound of a disappointed sigh, and fought the urge to bite the naughty little minx in his embrace.

How many hours had it been? How many times had he emptied his seed inside Valen? If the man could carry, Natha was sure he would have impregnated Valen by now, regardless of all the remedy they drank in the morning after. Or afternoon, depending on Valen’s level of satisfaction.

Who would have thought this man was nothing but a clueless virgin who reddened with just a simple caress and trembled with a mere kiss just a few months ago? He broke the dam and the innocent lamb became a promiscuous shepperd.

That time when Valen confined him for three days above the sky, Natha felt his pride was crushed in sexual matter for the first time. He was the demon that the courtesans could never handle, and he was made to beg in front of his sweet little lover who seemed to have an insatiable appetite.

Natha patted the back of the snuggling human that could go toe toe-to-toe with lust demons. "Isn’t it also nice to just cuddle like this?"

"Mm..." the dark brown hair tickled him as Valen nodded. "But we always cuddle when we don’t have sex anyway."

"We can’t cuddle much anymore until the wedding,"

Valen gasped and raised his upper body, the green eyes looked at Natha with dread. "That’s right!" the sweet lips were no longer pouting, but slightly quivering instead. "Can I...really survive that?"

Natha smiled, caressing the messy hair and brushing it off the pretty face. Oh, Valen would. With a little distraction--lessons, new books, board games, gossip, research, perhaps even building the wyvern nest--Valen would get over this separation thing. Getting used to it. His sweetheart had always been good at adapting to the situation, even if it had to start with a panic and stressful episode.

It was himself that Natha was worried about.

His mind was already filled with Valen even when the man was just running around the Lord Castle. To be apart for five nights wasn’t something he was sure he could survive. The only reason he could leave Valen before was because he wanted to prepare a perfect place for his beloved in the Lord Castle first.

But now that the condition had turned conducive, being apart from Valen was just torture.

Even then, he didn’t want to show Valen his pathetic side; how he kept feeling his necklace and staring at the mark on his ring finger every chance he got; or how he spent the nights watching the window of Valen’s room during their stay in the druid tribe. What he showed Valen the other day...it wasn’t just once or twice he felt it, fought it, tried to suppress the fear that slipped to his surroundings--the fear that everyone always felt from him, that made people stay away.

All but his sweetheart.

His sweetheart, who always thought he was the most handsome, the most magnificent. His sweetheart, who received his fear and caressed it instead of shoving it away. His sweetheart, who should never bathe in his darkness, for he only deserved the good things in this world.

His sweetheart, who had always been shining and beautiful, from the moment he gazed upon those clear emerald eyes within the flurry of snow.

"Nat, your heartbeat is rising," Valen whispered, spreading his fingers across Natha’s chest.

"It’s because you look so pretty, sweetheart."

The fair cheek bloomed like a garden of spring, which was intriguing for a man who had just a few minutes ago whined about a lack of sexual activity. Natha could see that cute throat swallowing and the pretty red lips parted with lust.

"Should I suck you first?" he wriggled slightly, and Natha couldn’t help but chuckle.

"Well, you have to make me hard first, anyway."

With a shy but delighted smile, the pretty little head dipped down and low, scooting further down and nestled between Natha’s legs. Taking the still-flaccid penis with both hands, he rubbed one side while pressing his lips on the other side.

Taking a deep breath from the warm touch, Natha couldn’t help but notice how those hands had changed; from battle-worn ones filled with callouses to smoother skins treated through the druid’s natural regeneration.

Natha propped himself on the mattress with his elbow, reaching out his hand to brush the auburn strands off Valen’s face and tucking it behind the reddened ear. "Sweetheart, use your tongue."

Valen complied willingly, fleeting wet, red flesh across his underside, all the way to the bottom of the glans, licking around with the tip of that tongue.

The things those courtesans taught his sweetheart...they must have told Valen all of his sensitive spots, because Natha hardened in no time. And the minx had the audacity to giggle, sending warm breaths to his throbbing length. Natha leaned back and covered his eyes, steadying his breath as the naughty tongue started to lap on the head, sucking like he was candy.

Natha drew a sharp breath when half of him was wrapped in a warm and wet cavity. The difference in their temperature made everything more sensitive, as if he was burning. The fire pooled quickly as his blood rushed south, looking for release. But when he throbbed with want, the pressure stopped; the warmth retreated, leaving a trail of wetness behind.

"Sweetheart," Natha whined softly, but his sweetheart whined more.

"No!" Valen pursed his lips and climbed up, straddling Natha with knees planted firmly on the mattress. "Then you’ll soft again!"

Natha couldn’t help but laugh. Well, it’s true. Valen didn’t do it to make him come anyway. He watched in amusement as Valen lowered himself, slowly pushing the cold and hard shaft inside. Natha always enjoyed this part, letting his insatiable little minx play on his own.

Valen would move slowly, not because it hurt, but because he loved the drags; the feeling when the glans caught in his entrance. He would stop pushing in halfway, twisting his hips to drive the tip into his sweet spot, and started to move up and down.

It was such a delight to see; the lithe body twisting and squirming chasing for pleasure, the fingers grasping bruises for purchase, the lips parted to let out soft, salacious moans...

Natha would let Valen be, indulging in the view only he could see; it was his privilege, it was his reward. He would caress the swaying hips, stroking the tensing thigh, and listen to the heavy breath between moans and whimpers until finally, Valen would lower himself further, sheathing the rest of Natha’s length inside with a sharp gasp.

That was his cue. It was his turn now, so Natha moved his hand to support that small back and raised his upper body, snapping his hips up and driving himself hard to draw a high-pitch moan and a sweet call.

"Mmh--Nat...!"

Ah, the name that only Valen could utter. It was sweet, it was warm, like a summer he could never taste. The hands that holding on tightly to him were hot, almost scorching, until the temperature blended seamlessly between their movement and the rub of their skin.

This difference, rather than disturbing, made them more sensitive to each other’s touch. His cold tongue, as it touched the red, hard nub, elicited a sharp gasp and deep moan. Valen would whine, not for him to stop, but to do more.

"Nat--mmh--the other one...too," Valen bit his lips and led the cold fingers to his chest, pushing his upper body closer to the demon. Sweet, sweet moans came out unbidden, and he moved his hips again, meeting Natha’s thrust that sent electrifying pleasure to the both of them. "Ah...Nat, do it harder..."

So Natha did, pushing Valen to the mattress so he could grip that small waist perfect for his hands and drove himself harder, deeper. He was reluctant to do so before, scared of hurting his sweetheart. But he underestimated Valen’s appetite, because the sweetling liked it more when he moved rougher.

A cacophony of his name, high-pitched and arousing, would resound inside the bedroom, battling dominance against the sound of slapping flesh and creaking mattress.

"Valen..."Between his own heavy breaths, Natha would call out for his sweetheart, the way he always called the name for almost seventy years; heartfelt, full of longing, even when the man was right there, holding onto him and calling his name in delight. "Haa...Valen!"

"Nat, I’m--ngh!--going to..."

Natha let go of the lithe waist, grasping the reaching hands, pinned them to the mattress through intertwined fingers. The marks on their ring fingers would rub against each other, and suddenly, they could feel what the other felt; the pleasure, the high, and everything increased twofold.

With a deep groan, Natha moved faster, losing control of himself at the last moment, just chasing--chasing for their release, both of them. And when he finally let out a short, restrained cry as he discharged his seed inside his beloved, Natha felt the all-consuming convulsion, running from the base of his skull to the tip of his toe.

That euphoria, however, did not last long. He snapped himself and lifted his head to check on Valen. "Sweetheart?" he stroked the flushed cheek, peering into the dazed emerald. "Sweetheart, I’m sorry. Are you--"

"That was amazing..." Valen whispered dazedly. "I...for a moment there, can’t think of anything...but you..." the green eyes blinked slowly. "It’s wonderful..."

Natha clenched his jaw, because his heart felt like it swelled and was ready to burst. He cradled the flushed cheek gently and kissed the glistening lips hard.

When they parted, once again in bated breath, he stared at the green eyes fondly, sincerely. "God, sweetheart, I love you so much."

With red blooming deeper in his cheek, Valen fiddled with the green pendant between them. "Umm...do you love me enough for another round?"

Natha let out a deep laugh, biting lightly into his sweetheart’s ear. "If you give me more of that spell, I’ll play with you until morning comes."

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