The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 441: There’s no such thing as an impossible kink (M)

Chapter 441: There’s no such thing as an impossible kink (M)

Huh?

Huh?!

Why? Why did he look at me the way he did a couple of days ago in his office? Why did he look at me like he was holding himself back from pouncing at me right there and then?

Not that I would mind but...why?

Of course, I would prefer it rather than he got angry at me, but again...why?

When I was pulling back to contemplate in my confusion, Natha climbed into the bed again and stared at me, hard. Like...I wasn’t sure if he blinked at all. His gaze, of course, focused on the new addition to my appearance; the long rabbit ears.

After looking wordlessly for a while, I heard the sound of a loud gulp. I looked up and finally realized what it was, only after realizing that I had the same reaction as him not long before.

Yeah...in the Human Realm.

"Umm...Nat?"

"...yeah?"

He sounded like he was in a daze; a Natha I had never seen before. I recalled something we talked about before, which got shoved under the rug because he said it was ’impossible’.

"Is this...your fantasy?"

Again, he gulped--which was an answer enough.

"Is this why you said it’s impossible?"

"Well..." he finally spoke. "I never knew...it’s possible to achieve this...half...uhh..."

"Is this why you have beast people attending you when you’re in a rut?"

I recalled there were at least three in that mansion. Natha coughed in response and I had never seen him this flustered--not even when I was angry at him. His cheeks, ears, and neck turned purple from the rush of embarrassment, making him almost look like an incubus.

Well, I didn’t mind about that. Knowing it made me feel...rather bad. I mean...with mine, I could ask him to cosplay a bit but...I understood why he thought it would be impossible to have me in a half-beast get-up. Actually, I was rather impressed that he still fell for me this much even though I didn’t have fluffy ears and...

"Oh..."

Another memory replying in my mind then, at the moment I was telling Natha about my first fusion. He was reacting rather strangely too back then, and I had thought it was because he got worried. I didn’t think much about it back then, but this time, I caught the thing he said.

"Fluffy..." I repeated what he said dazedly at that time, as I finally understood what he meant.

He wasn’t angry or worried back then too...

He was busy imagining how I looked being all...fluffy?

"Pervert..."

"Ugh..." he bit his lips and closed his eyes tightly, as if trying to clean his mind from perverted thought.

Huh? Did you think I’d let you do that?

"Nat," I leaned forward and touched his nose with mine. "Would you like to touch it?"

"Wha..."

"My ears?"

I heard that loud sound of gulping again, and Natha pulled back, looking at me thoroughly; perhaps checking if I was serious or just testing him. I returned his gaze, now without worry and a bit of... excitement? Curiosity?

I wonder how Natha would act in the face of his fan--

"Mmh--"

I gasped and bit my lips when his cold thumb grazed my ear--the long ear. Before I could get used to it, he pressed on it, and then rubbed it between his fingers. I grasped his shirt as my eyes flickered from the sensation because oh...oh, Mother--I had no idea I would feel it this much.

It wasn’t just the touch, but the sound as he rubbed the space inside and caressed the colorful fur outside. Amidst this direct sensation, I could hear his ragged, heavy breathing and how he gritted his teeth in an attempt to hold back from...

I had no idea what he wanted to do to me exactly, actually.

All I knew was that it felt extremely, extremely arousing.

"Nat..." I let out a dazed sigh, and after another sound of gnashing teeth, he grasped my face with his other hand and kissed me.

The kiss was gentler than I thought; slower, as if he was savoring it. He moved his lips in rhythm with his caressing fingers on my ear, making me melt into his embrace and moan into his mouth. When he parted our lips, my sight was already clouded with desire. I could feel his heavy breath grazing my heated skin when he moved to kiss my cheeks and temples and oh...

I shuddered, grabbing his shirt so hard it was just a shy away from being ripped. Oh...was this how he felt when I played with his horns that one time? Without his lips as a stopper, my moans came out unbidden, and I couldn’t help but lean into him, arching my back.

He gasped then, and his hand slithered down. "Aah!" I let out a yelp when his cold fingers slipped past the hem of my pants and grabbed...something I hadn’t realized I had. I knew instantly from the way he exhaled shakily and squeezed it; a fluffy round tail above my sphincter.

"Sweetheart..." he whispered with a low voice that was heavy with his attempt to not lose control. "Can I play with it?"

You thought I would say no to that?

He undressed me while I was in a daze from all the heightened sensations. I was rather amazed he had enough self-control to flip me over gently and caress me oh so softly; feather-like touches that made me shuddering and squirming and moaning into the sheet.

The mattress dipped on my sides as he hovered above me, nibbling my ears and biting into them; lightly at first, but he did it harder and harder when my moans got higher in volume. He laughed--he laughed! Chuckling along my neck and my nape and he bit--he bit my neck like a beast claiming a mate.

All the while, one of his hands played with my whimpering lips, and his other hand...aah...it was assaulting the round tail until my bottom twitched and jerked in response. I gripped the sheet tightly in frustration because that was all he played with! I want him to touch lower, to play with my entrance and touch me inside in all of those nice, pleasurable spots.

But he didn’t! All he cared about was my ears and my tails and--oh, I arched my back when his lips got lower. He trailed my spine, kissing every segment. It alleviated my frustration a bit and my back arched reflexively, pushing my tail against his chest.

"Haa..." he sighed on the small of my back. "How can you manage to be even more wonderful than you already are..."

I would have said something--probably--if I wasn’t so busy groaning into the pillow. He didn’t stop playing with the tail even then, and his mouth--that cold, wonderful mouth--found its way into the fluffy tail.

Again, he bit. And again, I let out a mixture of a scream and moan, muffled perfectly by the excellent fabric of the pillowcase. I wondered how long he would do that this time, and desperately prayed that he would stop soon, because Mother--it’s too much!

Oh, if only I knew where that mouth would end up next, I would tell him to keep playing with the tail!

"Ha-ah!" I gasped and almost lurched forward in reflex, but his cold hands pulled me back to him--to his face. To his mouth sucking my bottom and his tongue lapping on my rim. That, combined with the feeling of his breath right on the underside of the tail, made my mind go blank for many seconds.

I was gone; I was nowhere but in the white, blank room of my mind where I knew nothing but the countless tingling sparks assaulting my entire body. Just when my mind started to come from its high, his cold tongue sneaked inside, and his cold fingers stroked me simultaneously.

"Ahh--oh...oh!"

That was about the only sound I could make as Natha enjoyed himself down there for...I had no idea for how long. I lost a sense of time, I lost a sense of space. I felt like I shouted his name and begged him to stop, but I wasn’t sure. Perhaps I was only doing it in my mind.

But he eventually stopped when the sheet below me got wet from the fluid I let out. The same fluid that was running down Natha’s fingers; that he licked with a blissful expression as if it was a delicacy.

I was supposed to be in seclusion tomorrow! This felt so...sinful. Scandalous. Taboo.

Wonderful.

"Nat..."

I whispered weakly, feeling spent, but also not enough. I want him; I want his visibly straining erection. Breathlessly, I watched him unbutton the shirt I had ripped slightly earlier and unfasten his belt. I watched him freeing his throbbing, glistening length.

And I groan in frustration as he kept not using it.

For who knows how long, he tortured me by only playing with my new ears and tail, peppering my skin with kiss marks as if he wanted them to last until the day of our wedding. Only--only after I begged and cried and threw a bit of a tantrum that he finally, finally filled me, made love to me.

This time, I didn’t need to tell him to do it rough.

This time, I didn’t need to tell him to do me all night.