The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 67: The traces of one’s beloved (M)

Chapter 67: The traces of one’s beloved (M)

It was so big...

His bed I mean. Like...the one in the tower was big too, but it was a normal big, a queen-size big. But the one in the castle’s bedroom was BIG big. Like I could lie down in whatever position and roll around and all without falling. Like I need to make a journey just to get out of bed.

Also, this one had a canopy, a big one, with curtains in velvet red.

So scandalous.

But it also felt sooo nice. The mattress was perfect, and everything from the sheet to the pillows and blanket had Natha’s scent. Rather, the whole bedroom had his scent.

More than the bedroom in the tower, his manaprints were everywhere; the bed, the huge bathroom, the drawing room, the armrest and the chaise lounge, the small dining table...

His scent and presence lingered everywhere, seeping into every tile and wall through decades of repeated movements.

What felt new was the many potted plants and flowers adorning the room. Some of them seemed to be concentrated on specific places; a corner beneath the small window, the balcony, the armrest near the fireplace, the dining table—it was quite clear why.

I couldn’t hide my blush while stroking the large green leaf of a potted plant beside me while waiting for our dinner. It was the first time I saw another demon since the Lord Hall, and it was the servants serving our dinner. Thankfully, they were the utmost professional—didn’t even look at me and just kept their eyes on the floor.

I was kind of starting to think that all of Natha’s subordinates acted like that.

He asked me if there were things I wanted to change or add here. But honestly, it was already more than I thought. He gave me places in his personal spaces—like that reading corner in his library—and he said he was renovating one of his treasure rooms for my own personal use. I didn’t even know what I would do with that room, so what more could I ask?

I liked hearing him talking about it, though. He looked like he was having fun, and it made me feel good that he considered it fun to prepare for my moving in.

"You’re sure there’s nothing more you need?" he asked again for the nth time while caressing my hair. It almost reached my waist now at full length, the speed of its growth was truly absurd.

Laying my head on his chest, I was trying to think of something, but came to a blank—totally not because his solid, thick pecs were right before my eyes.

Well...I had been living my life in a single room, so I lack references. I also never really fantasized about living in a house with a lot of room or doing a lot of things. It was too hard coming up with a dream when you knew there was no future.

For now, all I could think about was having a space to train my—

Oh, wait, I suddenly remembered something. "Ah, I think I haven’t told you yet..."

"Hmm? About what?" he looked down with a tilted head.

I straightened my back so I could face him properly, and told him carefully. "Umm...I...summoned Alveitya," I looked at him timidly, fingers fiddling with the hem of his night robe.

"Oh, I know," he replied with a smile, and at my surprised face, added immediately. "It’s apparent from your mana flow, it’s rather different from before."

"W-why didn’t you tell me you noticed?"

"I’m waiting for you to tell me," he looked at my flustered face and laughed. "It’s a sensitive topic for you, so I decided to let you reveal it yourself when you’re ready."

Uff—yeah, I did act rather sensitively about that. Truthfully, I was about to tell him right away, but somehow, I never got into it. It was all because of my stupid nerves playing panic virgin, I guess.

He patted my head gently then, stroking my cheek with his thumb. "I’m proud of you," he said tenderly. My eyes widened at that, and he pinched my chin in response. "I told you I’m fine with it. It’s good if you no longer feel burdened by that."

Without realizing it, my fingers had reached into his chest, rubbing the big scar on the upper left. If I didn’t know about it, and just stroked it with my eyes closed, it almost felt like the rest of his skin, which was filled with textured patterns—his alpha seed.

"Does it hurt?" I asked foolishly, in a wavering voice that almost sounded like a whisper.

"Not anymore," his reply came in a calm tone, along with his gentle caress on my hair.

I traced the scar, from his shoulder blade to the place above his heart. I still felt the sting in my heart, but I no longer felt that deep self-loathing I used to feel.

And since my hand was already there, I decided to continue tracing the many patterns on his chest—the muscles underneath that were just a bonus. I heard his chuckle, and while I could feel the heat started to creep on my cheek, my fingers didn’t want to stop.

They were everywhere, the pattern. It was the fault of how loosely he tied his nightrobe that I could see his whole torso in perfect view. Wouldn’t it be normal for my fingers to feel the tingle of exploring that sculpted abs—I mean, that intrinsic and beautiful pattern all over his skin?

I didn’t realize that he had stopped caressing my hair, hand rubbing my nape instead. "Sweetheart," his low voice, which made my heart almost stop breathing, beckoned me to look up. The silver eyes rippled in the dim light, and I leaned over like I was in a trance, meeting his cold lips breathlessly.

I felt his hand on my waist, pulling me closer, and my body moved in his invisible command, climbing into him, straddling his torso as my hands pressed lightly onto his abdomen. When I parted my lips and pulled back to look at his face, I could see the flash of desire in his eyes.

It was the same eyes he used to look at me that morning, after he helped me relieve myself. Softly, he kissed my jaw, my temple, and whispered in a low, gentle voice. "Would you touch me?"

Ah...just that was enough to get me shuddered. My shoulder flinched and my fingers twitched above his abdomen. I could feel it already, hard against my crotch, his palpable desire. His impatience.

He kissed my neck, and I almost moaned in reflex. God—I became such a pervert in just a few days. But my fingers moved, unhesitatingly, toward the cord tying his night robe. Perhaps because I knew he wouldn’t ask more than that, perhaps because I still remembered the pleasure he gave me those two times.

Unraveling the robe, my fingers moved to the strings of his pants, just as he kissed me again. Softly, as if trying to make me relax. Was it because he knew I would freak out?

I mean...yes, I had felt it before, but it was through layers of clothes. When I had the real thing in my hands, hard and raw and pulsing, it was...overwhelming.

I knew it wouldn’t be small. No—I knew it would be big. But perhaps my knowledge of male genitalia was severely lacking, because I had no idea it could be this...huge? Long? Would it be wise to compare it with my arms?

I probably froze for a bit because he kept on peppering my shocked face with kisses. "Uh..." it took me a while to come out of my stupor, and the demon had a silly smile on his face.

Looking down again, I couldn’t help but gulp as I put both my hands to grip it. Scary...this was scary and fascinating at the same time. I could feel the patterns there just like the ones on the rest of his body. Only the head was smooth, lighter in color, almost light blue in the slit. I ran my thumb there, curiously, and heard his little gasp.

I looked up while blinking, and he was biting his lips, smirking. "Do you...remember how I did it for you?" he asked.

"...not really,"

Honestly, I was too dazed to remember anything but how good it felt. But I had done it again by myself, although it didn’t feel as good. So I understood the concept, and started to move my hand, up and down.

It seemed like whether it was in human or demon, when it came to reproduction organ, we all felt it the same. He leaned back and sighed when I started to move my hands—both of them because one wouldn’t be enough. I was torn between looking at his aroused face or looking at his aroused member, but I was too embarrassed of seeing both so I just stared at his chest and the gleaming green jewel at the center of it.

At least, until he pulled on my waist and I gasped as my crotch touched his genitals. He leaned closer and whispered in a heavy voice. "Faster, sweetheart, it feels good."

I was pretty sure I could hear a faint growl behind his voice, and this time, I couldn’t hold the noise. Was it a moan? A whimper? I had no idea.

"Natha..." I whined as he nuzzled my neck, "t-touch me too..."

Ugh—how much that single sentence flared my face into a messy red. He actually chuckled using his low, seductive voice, and pulled my erection out in an instant, as if he’d been waiting for it.

Despite his request earlier, I paused my hand to look down as I felt my hardness touch his. "Ngh..." I pursed my lips unconsciously at how different it seemed. I had never felt self-conscious about it before, but looking at them together...

"It’s okay, yours is quite average,"

What a way to say that yours was big!

He laughed and kissed my pouted lips. I bit his lips in retaliation, but couldn’t keep my composure for long when I felt his cold hand fully envelop mine, pressing ours together and starting to move, fast.

"Hnggh—aah!" I leaned forward and bit his shoulder because damn it—somehow it felt even better than the last time.

Was it because we were doing it together? Because I could hear his heavy breath in my ears? Because I could feel his racing heart against my skin? My hands, which were still being moved beneath his hold, felt hot, as hot as the pulsing organs against my palm.

"Ungh...Na-Natha..." a whimper flew out of my parted lips as I felt my body heat up as much as when I ingested Amrita. Again, I felt that intense sensation that made my stomach curl in tension.

"Feels good?" he asked in heavy breaths, nibbling on my earlobe and licking it, "Are you close?"

"Ahh—" my head started to feel fuzzy, and my eyelashes fluttered in a daze. I started to feel like floating, like I couldn’t feel my surrounding, so...yeah..."I...I think...so—mmh!"

Gosh—I couldn’t even make any coherent reply. I pulled away trying to look at him, but I had no strength in my core so I almost toppled back. Catching my head in the mattress, he didn’t stop his hand even after we fell over.

At that point, my hands only moved in reflex, or probably he was moving me. I had no idea. But when I saw his face, frowning in suppressed desire, panting in pleasure, eyes flushing with lust, I lifted my head and captured his parted lips. I came then, through our kiss, and when I felt him growl lowly against my lips, I knew he did too.

Even then, we didn’t stop kissing, with his hand supporting my head, tasting each other until we came down from the high. When we finally parted and I saw his face clearly, glistening in a thin layer of sweat, I saw his smile.

So soft and blissful, beautiful even in the dim light.

And my heart clenched unknowingly in pain.