The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 465: be careful with your foreplay

Chapter 465: be careful with your foreplay

"Sweetheart, what is this?"

Natha appeared from the closet with the mysterious box in his hand, right after he took a bath. Aaack--I immediately folded and wrapped myself in a blanket out of embarrassment. Sure, I decided to let Natha choose what he wanted to do with those, but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t still get shy about it.

"Did...did you open it?"

"No," he raised his brow at my reaction. "Not yet."

"Did you not open it when it came the first time?"

"Was it a wedding gift?" Natha stared at the box with a higher level of interest. "It was the siblings who checked the content."

"O-oh..."

My fluster definitely did not help quell his amusement. "Can I open it?" he flicked his gaze at me, and I almost choked in embarrassment. But I managed to nod and Natha lifted the lid, covering my face with the blanket while peeking into his reaction.

The moment he laid eyes on the contents of the box, his brow arched higher. When I saw the corner of his lips twitch, my face had become so hot I felt like I was sitting in a sauna.

"My," Natha stretched his lips. "What a naughty husband I have."

Aaaah! But that wasn’t me?! I didn’t purchase it!

To further my embarrassment, he started to take out some of the...stuff, observing them one by one as if he were an appraisal officer on an auction. Some he put on the bedside table, and some he returned inside the box while saying "We’re not using that."

At the end of it, he shoved the box that was filled with the things he disapproved of under the bed. He looked me in the eye and spoke seriously. "Only my flesh shall enter you."

...oh.

I swallowed. For some reason, it was kind of...hot?

I glanced at the stuff he put on the bedside table--something like a...uhh...cuff? Shackle? The flimsy little cloth--or shall I say strings--my mischievous friends put in, and...some other things I didn’t really know the purpose of. Those were a glimpse of things that Natha would like to put on me and...

"Wow..."

A soft exclaim escaped my lips as my gaze fixated on them. My mind was wondering about what those stuff could do to me, but before my fantasy could form, Natha already swept everything inside the drawer.

"Huh? Why--"

He climbed the bed and hovered over me, lifting my chin to gaze at me with his most mesmerizing eyes. "Tonight, it will be just us," he brushed my lips softly before trailing his fingers downward, to the edge of the blanket I used to cover myself. "I want to taste you bare tonight, without any spice."

He slipped his hands inside the blanket and shed it off my bare body. We hadn’t had any sex for the two weeks I was confined in the Lair, and then during these three days of the wedding. My skin felt so sensitive to his touch now, even though he had been touching me plenty before.

But those caresses and hugs were different than the intimate touch that immediately conveyed his suppressed desire. It called out the instinct I also had been holding back, and I shuddered when his lips touched my shoulder.

"I want to savor every inch of you," he whispered lowly against my shoulder, sending a wisp of a soft breeze across my skin. "And I want to do it with my own lips."

I inhaled sharply as his voice tickled my spine, all the way to the back of my neck. "C-can you do something about your voice?"

"Why? Does it turn you on?" he chuckled, still in that deep, natural asmr-like voice.

I puffed my cheeks and hit his shoulder. "You know it does!"

"Good," he whispered and started trailing his lips down my chest.

As his head dipped lower and I could see the top of his head, a thought came to mind suddenly. I raised my clutched hands and weaved my fingers between the dark locks. "Umm...Nat?"

"Mm?" he mumbled with his lips over my ribs which made me jolt a little bit.

"I...I want to do it too..."

He paused for a second before lifting his face. At his inquisitive face, I swallowed and pushed the desire into my tongue. "I...I want to taste every inch of you too..."

Slowly, cautiously, my fingers inched toward the area around his horns. From the way he blinked and slightly reddened in the ear, it seemed that he caught what I wanted to do.

He lifted his upper body higher. His voice shifted from alluring to slightly trembling. "Now?"

I nodded wordlessly. Ever since that night when I was stroking his horns for the first time, I hadn’t been doing that anymore. I had been careful not to touch them even during sex, no matter how enticing it was. But I reckoned, that if there was a time I could request something like this, it was at that moment.

He blinked a few times before leaning down to kiss me. "Alright," he said finally.

My desire and instincts took over the moment I heard his permission. I pushed him back and flipped him, climbing into his lap. I had to admit I got way too excited about this; my heart was drumming in impatience and my fingers were trembling in his hair. He laughed softly and held my waist in response. "Calm down, sweetheart--I’m not going anywhere."

"Okay..." I took a deep breath and repeated. "Okay."

I had no idea why I was the one getting more nervous about this. My eyes couldn’t leave his horns; the beautiful curvature, the shine, the exquisite carving on their surface...it was like looking at a pair of beautiful arts.

"Haa...they are so beautiful," I sighed as I looked at them dazedly. It almost felt like I had been holding back just for this moment.

Natha cleared his throat and laughed nervously. "You should just do it quickly, sweetheart."

I giggled and kissed his forehead first. Slowly, I stroked the patterned surface. It was almost like touching his solid chest and sculpted abs, only more solid and hard. Mm, harder than his hard-on, definitely, hehe...

Palming them in my hands, I trailed my lips along the curvature the way he trailed his lips across my chest earlier. I heard a sharp intake of his breath and his hands were stiffening around my waist. They gripped my back as if he was looking for balance, and...

It got me even more excited.

I kissed every inch of his horn, from the rather sharp tip to the bending middle part. It was when I reached the base of his horn that I started to hear groans and hissing sounds behind his gritted teeth. His grip was getting tighter around my back, and his breath became heavier against my chest.

Oh, so he was more sensitive there.

Naturally, I used the newly gained information to play further with that place; kissing and licking the base of one horn while stroking the other one. "S-sweetheart..." his breath caught and he stuttered as moved my mouth from one horn to another. He bit my shoulder as I cradled his head and enjoyed the feeling of his horns more.

"W-wait, sweetheart...hold on--nggh!"

Hold on? How could I hold on when he was making that kind of voice? As I licked him more, and sucked the area around the base of his horn, he jolted slightly and shuddered, prompting me to grab him tighter. I buried my face in his hair even more, enjoying the exquisite feeling of making him squirm in pleasure. Every lick and suck and kiss pushed a moan out of his mouth, and I felt so ecstatic that I got hard simply from that.

I could feel Natha’s hard grip on my waist, almost bruising. "Wait--I’m serious...sweetheart--this is..."

Ah...now I knew why he liked using his mouth on me down there. It was just so...satisfying, feeling the squirming limbs and hips below me. Hearing his heavy breaths and suppressed moans excited me like nothing before, and instead of stopping, it made me want to do it even more. I wanted to know where else I could make him squirm and shudder harder, and I started to wonder if I could make him come just from the--

"Ugh--"

Suddenly, I found my back pressed against the mattress. My parted lips detached from his horns abruptly, and my eyes widened at the sudden shift. His hands, which were on my waist before, were pressing on my shoulder and pinned me down, preventing me from getting up again.

Oops--was I taking it too far?

"Umm...I’m sorry, are you mad?" I asked him carefully, as I couldn’t see his face, which was covered by his hair. I wanted to brush the hair off so I could see him better but my arms were pinned down completely. "Umm...Nat?"

I heard heavy breathing and warm air flew between us. "I...told you...to hold..." the words were disappearing into a hissing sound coming off his gritted teeth.

He lifted his head, and my heart skipped. His eyes were gleaming in the dim light, like a pair of sharp moonlight in the dead of the night. There was something harsh and...primitive inside his gaze.

Belatedly, I realized that the hands pinning me down were not cold; they were warm, and they got hotter every second. Flush spread across his face and neck and chest and...everywhere, honestly.

And then, I heard his growl knitted along the syllable of my name. "Valen..."

Oh...

He was in a rut.

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