The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 92: You know nothing, Me (M)

Chapter 92: You know nothing, Me (M)

Here? When he said ’here’, did he mean...

Oh my God!

It seemed like I made quite an expression because he immediately leaned forward to kiss my cheek and temple and spoke in a soothing voice. "Ssh—it’s okay if you say no, sweetheart," the hand he placed down there shifted upward, stroking my back in a pacifying action. I wondered if I looked frightened or something, because he was smiling quite anxiously. "It’s alright, I’m just asking. You don’t have to allow it."

He continued to pepper my face with light, soft kisses like he always did when I was having my panic episodes, and I started to relax. It was then that I realized I had been holding my breath. As I felt my hands getting warmed again, I also realized that my heart might have been in a stutter earlier.

How weird. I didn’t think I felt scared, though? Perhaps just...surprised?

Natha no longer had his hands on any of my sensitive places, just holding me and kissing my face, before nuzzling on my neck as if we were just cuddling before, instead of making out passionately.

Oh, my Demon Lord...he was just so so patient, wasn’t he?

"Umm..." I let out a soft murmur, and he swiftly looked at me, as if someone waiting for judgment. "Just...just touch?"

Slowly, I could see the silver eyes widen in surprise. It took a few seconds before he replied in a rather raspy voice. "If you allow me...to put my fingers there too..." He looked keenly at me, caution written on his gorgeous face, before he added in a whisper. "...inside,"

I could hear myself gulping; in nervousness, in arousal, I had no idea which one.

Yes, I was a virgin through and through. This soul, as well as this body, had only been experiencing carnal pleasure not long ago. That being said, it wasn’t like I had no idea about what would eventually happen, where would our intimacy lead to.

And it wasn’t like I’d never...imagined it.

But being able to imagine it didn’t mean my heart and body felt ready. There was still this uncertainty in my heart that whispered about how much I would regret it if we went all the way. But! But...

"No...no more than that?" I asked, quietly, while thinking that it might—it might be okay if we just stopped at fingers.

His hold on me felt tighter suddenly, and I didn’t think I had seen him this messy before; his silver eyes were flickering, and his brows furrowed in an apparent effort to control his emotions. His chest was rising in short breathing, and he spoke in that raspy voice again.

"Yeah," Natha took a deep breath, and when he spoke again, it was back to the nice and smooth voice he usually had. "Yeah, no more than that..."

It was different from the time when I played with his horns. The face he made earlier was more...raw. It was that of a struggle, of a repressed desire, and it made my heart flutter for how much he seemed to hold back. I felt like he might break his restraint for a bit because I was asking to go back to the tower tomorrow. And I understood it, because even though I was the one who asked to go back, I was also reluctant to be apart.

So the thought of being closer, physically, also felt like it would satisfy the longing in our hearts for a bit.

"Okay," I nodded, clutching the fabric of his nightrobe, and breathed slowly. "Okay..."

The kiss I got from that single word was consuming, making my head go blank for a little bit as he plundered my mouth and played with my surprised tongue. I thought he would immediately proceed to strip my pants, but Natha pulled back not long after, looking at me with not just lust, but affection.

"If you don’t like it, tell me," he said, as he stroked my back tenderly. "If you want me to stop anytime, don’t hesitate to say it."

I was too focused on the cold fingers rubbing along my waistline that I didn’t bother to answer, just biting my lips in nervousness and anticipation. But the cold hands grabbed my waist and Natha pulled my attention back with a little bite on my lower lips. "Answer me, sweetheart."

"O-okay..." I stuttered for a bit while nodding at his low warning. I took a deep breath to calm myself and replied again. "I’ll...I’ll tell you..."

It was only then that he smiled a little bit, and continued to kiss me. It was slow and gentle this time, as his fingers moved to pull on the string of my pants. I shivered for a bit from the slightly colder air brushing the skin of my exposed crotch as the loose fabric slid down and Natha pulled down my undergarment.

He broke the kiss slowly and looked at me, the depth of those silver orbs made me feel like a deer caught in a headlight. I froze for a bit because of that—and the cold feeling assaulting my bum. Natha kept his gaze on my face while moving his fingers to my entrance, and I bit my lips to hold the whimper getting out due to a sudden wet feel down there.

Blinking my shock away, I belatedly realized that Natha was conjuring some kind of slick substance with magic and somehow it felt...funny?

"Is it uncomfortable?" he asked while staring at me keenly, and I couldn’t help but giggle. I had no idea if it was a common practice here, to create lube with magic, but I found its practicality to be funny. "Well, at least you seem to be having fun this far."

He started to rub along the rim at my reaction, spreading the cold and wet feeling further, and I shivered more. But the earlier thought also made my lower body feel relaxed and...tingly, so I giggled again.

That giggle, however, turned into a gasp the next second, as the pad of his finger pressed on my rim, which twitched in response. I grabbed his hair in reflex, breathing caught in my throat.

"Take a deep breath," he advised me, and I complied almost instinctively, sucking the air into my lungs and getting my lower back relaxed.

Immediately, I felt the digit pushed inside, and I gasped again. I could feel it met with a slight resistance, and a surge of wet, slimy liquid filled my inside.

"O-oh..." I exhaled harshly as I felt his finger pulled back, before pushing back in, further this time due to the added existence of the magically conjured lube.

"Does it hurt?" he asked with a gentle voice, holding my back with another hand. His finger halted for a bit as he waited for my reply, and I answered with a shake of my head.

"N-no," I managed to speak, feeling my hole twitch in response. I thought it would, but it didn’t. There was a slight pressure as his finger breached my entrance every time, but rather than hurting, it actually felt good.

Or at least I thought so, because my heart rippled and my back shuddered in the same way I felt when he kissed me deeply.

"I can continue?" he asked again, and I nodded almost immediately.

I felt a bit surprised at my own enthusiasm, but I had no leeway to ponder about it since Natha moved his finger again, faster this time. He went deeper with every move, adding another wet and cold liquid from time to time, until I could feel his knuckles against my rim.

"Mmh?" I looked down, and realized that I had started to get hard. I felt my cheeks burn, even though I knew they should be red enough already. "Oh?"

"I’m glad," Natha whispered against my ear, his breath, a little bit heavier than usual, tickling my lobe and making me shudder. "I’ll add another one, yeah?"

He didn’t wait for my reply this time, perhaps the way I grabbed tightly on his shoulder and moaned slightly at his whisper was enough for confirmation. He pulled his finger for a bit, leaving it halfway there, and another cold, wet finger pushed through my entrance.

"Nggh!!"

It stretched, and it felt good. But it also burned, a bit of a stinging sensation accompanied the thrill. My eyes flickered as the second digit lodged slowly inside, feeling so full and it was wonderful, but also weird and worrying. It hurt for a bit, but my mind didn’t seem to mind it. And while my body wriggled at the uncomfortableness of the new sensation, it also remembered the slight pleasure the fingers gave at the entrance, and carved for a similar feeling.

It was confusing, and the confusion scared me more than the fact that there were two long, thick fingers inside me. It translated to my stuttered, short breathing and Natha helped me with his tender kisses again.

"You’re okay?"

Again, he stroked my back gently. But his fingers didn’t stop moving, back and forth again as if digging their way inside me.

"Just...feels weird..." I couldn’t seem to stop squirming, and it made his fingers brush against a place behind my wall that got me gasping loudly—or it was probably a little scream, I wasn’t really sure. "Oh!"

He stopped his movement, and stared at me keenly with a glint of wonder in his silver orbs. His fingers backtracked and started to move in a different way. Rather than digging deeper, they rubbed my flesh as if looking for something.

"Hmm..." he frowned for a bit, fingers moving with more precision, before stopping somewhere. He looked at me, and when my hazy eyes caught the silver orbs, he smiled slightly.

And pressed hard on that spot.

"Oh—God!"

I almost cursed—it was a good thing I didn’t know many cursed words.

But I also almost tore his night robe open with how hard I clutched the fabric. It was like some kind of weird button was switched inside my body, and it lit out the nerves all over my system. My back bent and my head almost slammed to his shoulder, as a new kind of sensation assaulted me.

I heard. I heard about it. I heard about ’that’ place.

But God! I knew nothing.

As I stared at Natha’s face with widened eyes, I saw his smile, the gleam within the silver orbs, and the lick of his lips.

And I knew it was just the beginning.

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