The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 62: Look at me being a greedy little bride

Chapter 62: Look at me being a greedy little bride

"I want to see you..."

I blurted out those words before I could think it through. It came out just like that, even though I just heard the voices of his staff in the background, even though I knew he was busy with work.

But my heart that was beating so hard chased the sudden desire, and there was nothing more in my head except for the fact that I wanted to see him.

[...now?] his reply came in a delay, telling me how surprised he was. But I only mumbled weakly as a response and the next thing I knew, the connection was dead.

I spent a while just staring blankly at the orb. And then realization hit me and my hand flew to slap my cheek in scolding.

What the hell, Val? What were you thinking calling him like that just to confirm such a thing? What were you thinking asking to see him when you knew he was busy and—

My thought came to a stop when I felt mana fluctuation in the air above the balcony. The view of his figure and the leftover black feathers entered my sight, and all of those self-realizations I had a few seconds ago evaporated as I ran to the balcony.

"Sweetheart?" he called out as I stepped through the balcony door. "I can’t stay for long, so—"

I couldn’t really hear his voice, or comprehend his words, just reaching out to grab his cheek and pulling myself up to kiss him, hard. He couldn’t react for quite some time, until I pushed my tongue between his surprised, parted lips. He grabbed my waist and my nape then, and I circled my arms around his neck.

We stayed like that for a while, locking lips under the bright sky. When I pulled away to take a breath, he stared at me with keen eyes, as if he was trying to peer deeper into my thought.

But there was nothing in my thought but him right now. Just him, and how much I loved him right now.

Was there anyone in this world, in any world, that would do this much for someone like me? He gave me a home, and I would be perfectly content with just spending the rest of my life in this Lair.

But he went ahead and pulled this thing just to make sure I could live comfortably, without feeling guilty or having to hide from being the public’s enemy.

I felt so overwhelmed that I couldn’t help but wanting to see him right away, to feel him. To make sure it was real and not a dream. No—even if it was a dream from which I had to wake up from one day, I just wanted to make sure I could enjoy this dream as long as I could.

And so here I was, just looking at him, just desiring him.

"Oh, screw it," he hissed and picked me up, pushing me into the door frame, and kissed me again. Without confusion this time, the kiss went even deeper, as heat spread even into his cold skin. My fingers dug between his neatly arranged hair, making a mess of it as I pulled him closer, pressing our faces together even more.

"Haa...I never thought I’d get this much of a reward," he whispered against my lips when we parted to take another break. "You like it that much?"

I didn’t answer, just brushing his hair and kissing his face; his temple, his eyes, his cheek—he chuckled at my wordless ministration.

"...stay," I whispered, holding into his shoulder and back, staring into the rippling silver eyes. It was the most selfish request I ever made, knowing that he didn’t have time for it.

But what to do? Was I not the Demon Lord of Greed’s bride?

"Look at you being greedy," he smiled deeply, before diving to take my lips again and carrying me inside.

I could feel his smile through our kiss, his joy, and it made my heart shudder. I kept pulling him closer without letting go, even as he put me down on the bed. But he broke the kiss and pulled away, staring at me with a sharp glint in his eyes.

He caressed my hair and the side of my head, asking me sincerely. "You’re alright with me touching you now?"

"Yeah," I looked back at the silver orbs, they were almost hypnotizing, calming my heartbeat.

With another hand, he ran a trail through my side, sneaking beneath my tunic. Leaning down until our lips barely touch, he whispered again. "Can I do more?"

I had no idea what he meant by doing more, but I just nodded and answered breathlessly, "Yeah..."

At the same time our lips touched gently, his hand ran through my skin, tracing my abdomen, going up until his thumb barely grazed my areola. His lips left mine then, trailing down to my neck, suckling on my exposed collarbone. I felt his hand go down again, and his lips moved to my chest, kissing my hardened nubs lightly. The cold touch continued lower, and lower, until the breeches of my trousers were taken off.

Gasping for breath that I didn’t know had been held, I looked down, watching his lips stopping on my belly button, and the silver eyes flicked upward. He paused, like asking for a green light.

"What...are you going to..." I asked with bated breath, and he smiled oh so charmingly above my stomach.

"Something that feels good,"

* * *

"Oh my God!" I had no God, but I still called the name in vain, covering my face with both hands knowing that it was completely, utterly red.

As if it wasn’t enough that I hadn’t forgotten about his hand on my...thing before, now I had a brand new mental stock images of his mouth on...

God!

And he even...swallow...

"Ngggh!!" I grabbed a pillow and screamed there, again, as if it had become a habit now.

His laughter sounded so crisp from somewhere behind me, and the bed dipped as he came back from drinking some water. "Why?" he caressed the top of my head, kissing my temple lovingly.

I pulled the pillow down a bit, just so it uncover my eyes and I could peer into him. "It’s just...embarrassing..."

"But it’s good isn’t it?" he chuckled, asking right above my ear.

Of course it felt good! I wouldn’t cum so unsightly if it wasn’t, would I?

"Mm," I just mumbled into the pillow, and he hummed happily, pecking the side of my face. "Are you...going back now?"

"Yeah, I have to," he smiled and stepped out of the bed. "Got to fasten the progress on that portal,"

I got up then and sat at the edge of the bed. Natha lowered his body and kneeled between my legs, looking up at my face with a smile. "We’ll let the news spread out all over the realm, letting the citizens digest it while I build that portal. And then..."

He paused, taking my right hand which bore his crest and then brought it to his lips, kissing the inside of my wrist.

"...and then?" I repeated his words, only realizing it now that I was feeling rather impatient.

"And then I’ll take you to the Lord Castle," he turned my hand and kissed the diamond ring on my finger. "Would you grant me that?"

Just like before, instead of an answer, I lowered my head and kissed him. It wasn’t hard this time, just as gentle as his last kiss. Oh, he could read my thought anyway.

He stroked my cheek after I pulled back, and gave me the most charming smile that I was sure would haunt my dream lovingly tonight. "It won’t be long now," he smiled, seemingly talking to himself more rather than informing me.

But I still responded sheepishly, with the heat that spread to my ears. "Okay,"

To be with him every day...how wonderful would that be?

I spent the rest of the day on the balcony after that, daydreaming. Thinking about fully living with him and spending every morning looking at his face...

I couldn’t help but think that it was probably a gift. For all those years I spent alone in an empty hospital room...no, I couldn’t even remember if there was a time when I woke up with someone else by my side. Perhaps my nanny when I was a baby, definitely not my parents.

Perhaps all the time I told myself to be patient and waited for them to greet me with good mornings was being repaid now. In another world.

It was nice, thinking that it wasn’t a foolish thing to do, hoping to be loved. Even if it was false, even if it was misguided. Although I could only experience it after I died once, after I traveled through time and space and dimension and whatnot.

Thinking that my past action, that the life I led then—even if it wasn’t much—had meaning if I was being rewarded for it now...it was such a precious feeling to have.

I was drowned in that fuzzy feeling so much that I totally forgot about another person that was mentioned in the article. About the mission I gave to Heraz.

Until he came knocking on the balcony door that