The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 58: The taste of temptation (M)

Chapter 58: The taste of temptation (M)

Oh? Oh??

What do you mean ’oh’?

I clutched the blanket tightly and pressed my legs together beneath it. Looking at his face, I wanted to scold him for making fun of me. But I felt like I would make an embarrassing voice if I open my mouth, so I just pressed my lips and glared at him, although it was probably ineffective, with the way my eyes glazed and my face flushed.

"This is a surprise," he said with a smile, brushing stray hairs from my cheek as if trying to see my flustered face better. "We’ve been spending nights together in bed, but this is the first time I see you waking up in this condition,"

I bit my lips then, as I thought of the same thing. Why? Why now? It wasn’t the first time I slept stuck to his body. What kind of circumstances...

Ah, circumstances...

I had been missing him so much, thinking about kissing him, touching him. I was spending a nice time last night, conversing, basking in his presence, feeling fuzzy because of the miraculous drug, and being kissed until I fell asleep.

Was that why?

"What do you want to do?" he asked, caressing my messy hair. "Do you want to take care of it? Should I leave you alone?"

I blinked at him, clutching the soft fabric covering me. "Take care...of it?"

There was a silence between us, until he looked at me keenly then, his gaze was filled with wonder. "Don’t tell me you never..."

He didn’t finish his words, and I didn’t respond with words either. From the way his eyes widened, I didn’t have to. Thank God—it felt so embarrassing to spell it out loud.

Yes, I never jerked myself off before. Neither was Valmeier, whose job as a priest was self-explanatory. This body was a virgin through and through.

No—it wasn’t because I never got aroused before. But I also never got a full erection, as my body was too lethargic to maintain the energy needed for such rigor. If such a thing happened, I just waited until it subsided, which usually didn’t take long. I never entertained the thought of giving myself a service; I was hospitalized before I could enter the age of robust carnal desire, and there was no nurse with a lewd job desk like in the porn.

So, yeah...I understood the concept of relieving oneself, but I had never practiced it.

Taking care of it...did he mean I should masturbate here?

"Oh, sweetheart, I’m truly sorry," he suddenly leaned down and cradle my face, kissing my temple hard. When I looked at him through my glazed eyes, I could see the distress on his face, the guilt.

Ah—was he thinking about that time he almost assaulted me during his rut? He must have felt more guilty, almost forcing himself on someone that didn’t even know what orgasm felt like.

Seeing his apologetic face made me less self-conscious suddenly. I let go of my blanket and clutched his arms, whispering with a shaky breath. "Help...me?"

I had never seen him so shocked and astonished before. The silver eyes bored deep into my own, as if seeking for a sign that I was sober. He cupped my cheek with a large, cold palm, and I shuddered, feeling myself twitch down there.

"You’re sure?" he asked, with the same firmness he used when he told me I shouldn’t let him do whatever he wanted.

I just bit my lips and nodded, too embarrassed to let any more words. His simple touch on my heated cheek already made me feel breathless—what would I be if I started conversing now?

The moment I gave him the affirmation, he leaned down swiftly, pressing his lips into mine gently. He pulled the blanket covering me away, shoving it to the end of the bed where I couldn’t see them.

Oh, that was awkward. I didn’t really want to see my own erection. Fortunately, his kiss prompted me to look at his gorgeous face instead, and I clung to his neck and nightrobe for an anchor.

But then, he pulled away and lifted my body, positioning me until I sat between his legs, my back flushed against his chest. So I couldn’t help but look down.

"Uh—" I clasped my hands over my mouth, preventing any more sounds to be leaked. But my eyes couldn’t peel away from the tent down there, and the long, nimble fingers pulled on the string tying my night slacks.

"Just leaned on me," I heard his voice, right beside my ear, and I couldn’t hold the shudder jolting my body. I could feel his breath on my neck—God!—and clasped my mouth tighter, muffling the whine that tried to escape. "It’s okay, you can make noises—it’s just me here, sweetheart,"

It was exactly because you were here that it felt madly embarrassing!

I determined not to let my voice out, until he pulled down my pants and touched me down there—and I yelped, the sound slipped through my fingers. My eyes widened at the view of his large hands enveloping my erection, and I hiccuped.

"Ssh, it’s alright," he spoke soothingly, patting my drumming chest. "It’s just a normal occurrence, no need to think too much about it,"

Normal occurrence—yeah...it was something that happened at least once in a man’s life. Even while being sick, I still had a wet dream once. Yeah—it was normal, it was just biology. I was just receiving help from my lover.

My body relaxed for a bit after that, leaning into Natha further. He pressed his lips lightly on my temple, and then started to move his hand.

It was...something.

"Ha—!" I let out a gasp, feeling shivers running along my spine and my stomach tightened.

I didn’t know how to describe the feeling other than saying it was weird...in a good way. With each stroke, my nape was tingling. The large palm which enveloped me felt cold, yet every movement made me grow hotter and hotter.

"Mmph!" It was hard enough to hold my voice back, even when I covered my mouth. But when his thumb stroked my glans and his nail scraped the slit on the tip, my scalp tingled to the point that I felt like floating for a bit. "Ha-ah!" a sharp gasp escaped my lips, as my hands gripped his thigh for purchase.

"That’s right, it feels good, isn’t it?" his voice vibrated in my ear again, and my back pushed deeper into his chest, while my hips jerked forward, as if chasing for his touch. "Don’t think, sweetheart—let your instinct take over,"

Oh, God! I had no idea which one was the most maddening; the stroking motion that going faster, the way his fingers fondled my genitals, his cold lips on my neck, or his sweet sweet voice grazing my ears. I found myself surrendering to his touch, leaning my head back on his shoulder, as my lips let out whines and whimpers.

And then, as if everything hadn’t filled me with enough shuddering tingles, his fingers slipped beneath my nightshirt, trailing my heated, sensitive skin, and rubbed on my nipple.

"Oh!" I almost jolted out if it wasn’t for his tight hold. He pulled me close, rubbing circles around the hardened pebble, before squeezing it—and I moaned, loudly, with my back arched in peak arousal.

He let out a soft chuckle that tickled my neck and further sent shivers along my spine. "Is it because it’s your first?" he trailed kissed along my exposed collarbone, "you’re so sensitive, sweetheart,"

How would I know? I could hardly think. I felt myself twitching inside his stroking palm—a wet, squelching sound accompanying each motion, telling me I was leaking already. Above, he kept rubbing and squeezing my nipples, alternating between the two. His lips traveled all around my neck and shoulder, nibbling my earlobe, and licking a place behind that made my scalp tingle like mad.

Oh...this was...this was almost like the first time I ingested the Amrita. A maddening heat brewed inside me, coiling in my abdomen and climbing through my spine to the tip of my head. The heat prompted me to seek the coldness of Natha’s skin, and when I received it, all I could think about was how good, how pleasurable it was.

My mind was flickering, as if there were countless fireworks exploding in intervals. And with each blasting sensation, I was moaning, whining, whimpering. I felt like floating, going high, higher, as much as the tension built inside.

And then his whisper came, like a command, like salvation. "Let go, sweetheart," like a devil’s temptation, "Come,"

"Aahh..." I shuddered strongly, tilting my head toward him. He grabbed my cheek then, angling my face and kissed me deeply, passionately, as he stroked me faster and faster.

One biggest, grandest firework burst with a white-hot explosion, and an intense sensation lanced me from the core of my being to the tip of my tingling scalp. Convulsion ran through my limbs, and the leftover echo of my moan could be heard as I came down from the high.

What—what the hell was that?

I threw my head back, hands flew to clutch Natha’s upper arms. My glazed eyes flickered at the ceiling, and my chest heaved, drumming loudly. My lips were wet from the fervent kiss, saliva still trailing a trace between our lips.

Vaguely, I could feel Natha’s heavy breathing against my neck, and felt like I heard a muffled growling sound. "Ahh...haa..." slowly, my mind came back from its muddled, hazy state, and I looked down.

Splayed between Natha’s legs, my deflated member was laying snuggly on his large palm. The white, viscous substance looked so conspicuous against the blue color of his skin.

Now that I was able to think more clearly, I felt so embarrassed by this turn of events. I could have just taken care of it by myself—why did I ask for him to do it? Unconsciously, I reached out for his hand, planning to wipe it clean with my nightshirt.

But before I could do that, his weight and temperature were gone from me, and I almost toppled back to the mattress. I blinked at his figure, who was already at the side of the bed. He reached out to stroke my hair with his clean hand, and kissed the top of my head.

"Excuse me for a bit," he said with a smile, before walking briskly to the bathroom.

I had thought that he was going to wash his hand, but when he didn’t come out for a while, I crept toward the bathroom door dazedly—and then froze.

It was muffled by the door and the trickling sound of running water, but I could hear it faintly—his voice. A strained groan with a faint trace of a growling sound. Heavy breaths. A little moan.

Oh...

Flushing even harder than before, I ran back to the bed, covered my red face with the pillow, and screamed silently.