The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 466: I mean...it’s a honeymoon (M)

Chapter 466: I mean...it’s a honeymoon (M)

My memory ran toward a certain night when I was still living in the Lair.

Warm temperature, heavy breathing, wide and shaking eyes...I could hear his erratic breathing and perhaps because of our bond, his panic.

"Nat--"

"Valen..." the name coming from his lips was rough, gritty...obsessive. "Can you...get away..."

My heart dropped at the way his voice contained so much struggle. He closed his eyes and furrowed deeply, as if the sight of me was an immediate threat to his sanity. Oh, it broke my heart to see how much he was struggling, especially after realizing that I was the one causing it.

And Mother--still he tried to not force himself on me. Oh, how I loved him so, so much.

"It’s okay," I raised my hands and cupped his heated cheeks. I could feel them tremble beneath my palm. "Nat, it’s okay."

I pulled him closer and pressed his face against my neck, cradling his head. "It’s okay, I won’t go anywhere," I kissed the top of his head, rubbing my cheek against his horn. "You don’t have to go through it alone again, okay? I’m your husband, so let me help."

Right away, I heard a muffled sound of a growl, and the rip of a sheet beneath his hand. I blinked and all I could see after that were his eyes; his deep, glazed eyes staring at me like they wanted to swallow me hole.

...perhaps, I shouldn’t speak too fast?

Before I could speak more, however, his hand had found my waist and his lips were already on mine. His lips, his tongue, his breath--everything invaded my mouth like a heatwave, overwhelming. It was miles from the kiss he usually gave me, which had always been soft and considerate, even if it was deep. But this one...this one was meant to quench thirst and flame lust; every stroke of his tongue inside my mouth was made of lust.

And so was his touch. The gentle, careful touch had been replaced by a rough, impatient one. I had prepared myself in the bathroom earlier, but he shoved his fingers through my entrance again. Deep, at least two at once--I had no idea. Between the heavy kiss and the impatient touch, my mind could hardly decide which one I would focus on more.

Everything was so different--the temperature, the rush...everything felt so hot and so quick and--

"Haah!"

A gasp escaped me when he entered me suddenly. Hot. It was hot and he pushed the entirety of his length, all the way to my belly. It was a whole new sensation that made my back arch sharply. The fire spread from my abdomen to the rest of my body, crawling toward the fuse of fireworks in my brain.

Reflexively, I clutched his arms as my whole body shuddered. But Natha snatched my arms and pinned my wrists to the mattress. He glared at me, and his voice was desperate. "Valen..."

A heavy voice, and a heavy thrust. I moaned at the fire in his movement and the ice in his voice. He did it hard, harder than he ever did before. Harder than he did when he was annoyed before. There was no rhyme or gentleness in the way he pushed his hips and gripped me in place. He moved wildly, but also...

Even through my blurry vision, I could see his struggling face. He looked like a wounded animal, growling in pain. It almost felt like he couldn’t reach satisfaction with the way his body did things.

"Nat..." I called out to him with my bated breath. "Nat!"

He stopped moving then, and I could hear his heavy breath clearer. I freed my arms from his grip and grasped his cheeks, rubbing the soft flesh beneath his eyes. "You...you don’t need to hold back, okay? It’s alright," I kissed his lips and the space between his brows, trying to unravel the knit. "I’m here to help you, honey. Just let go, yeah? Don’t think about anything, I don’t want you to be in pain, alright?"

I could feel his whole body tremble, even his lips. His mind was so frantic that I could somehow feel it through our bond. My mark was trembling in pain, and his temperature just kept on climbing and climbing as if the heat inside of him couldn’t find release. I wondered how painful it would be for him, whose normal temperature was almost ice cold. His eyes were unfocused and he couldn’t even speak.

It was a terrible, terrible affliction.

"My husband," I stroked his cheek again. "My sweet husband...whatever you do, I’ll be fine, okay? Just--haa...just let me help you."

His lips trembled heavily before he clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth. I thought I heard him hiss my name for a second, but there was no way to know it because, at the next moment, he flipped me to my stomach.

"Ngh--aah!"

With a hard, harsh grip on my waist, he pulled me back, hard, impaling me on his heated, hard cock. The force of it knocked the air off my lungs, as our flesh collided on his crotch. And then he started to thrust, and I had to grip the edge of the bed to anchor myself because oh, Mother--that was some force. I was lurching and shaking as if I was in the middle of an earthquake.

And oh, Mother--it was so, so wonderful.

Between my own screams and gasps, I could hear his groans and moans. My mind quickly became blurry with the fire tingling my whole body. The intensity was something that my mind and body were craving. My eyes fluttered and glazed amidst the climbing pleasure and I had no idea since when, but I was laughing between moans.

A warm hand grasped my chest and pulled me back against Natha’s solid pecs. As I gasped at the sudden shift that drove his cock deeper inside, I felt his hot breath on my nape. I flinched and shuddered as his lips touched my shoulder and--

I gasped. And then I screamed a second after his teeth sank slightly into my flesh. "Ahh..." I trembled and came there and then, but Natha did not stop.

Oh, he was far from stopping.

He kept moving even when I was just coming and still whimpering beneath him. Rather than stopping or slowing down, he got even faster, even harder, and I had lost sense of what I had been screaming. It was intense, it was good, it was everything I expected and more. I called out his name, and begged him to keep going. Oh, I begged him to never stop.

I had no idea if he could hear me, but he did keep going and never stopped. Mother--I didn’t even need to rejuvenate him. It would be better if he was also a bit more talkative, but aside from growling my name, he didn’t speak much.

Well, I also spent most of my time only screaming and moaning, so...fair enough.

It was safe to say that he did not make love to me; he fucked me. And he fucked me hard. Wild. Everywhere. He was feeling so hot one time that he carried me to the kitchen to get some water--with his dick still inside me. He delivered water to me with his mouth and continued to have me on the kitchen table. When I screamed that I needed to pee, he fucked me above the toilet. And then beneath his shower, and in the closet. Our bed was a mess, and some furniture were out of place.

Oh, who knows? Who cares? My mind was eroded with endless pleasure that sent me flying. It was like a dream come true, and I felt like I was in paradise. He left so many marks on my skin that they wouldn’t fully disappear at the end of our honeymoon, even with my natural regeneration.

At the peak of it, when my throat had turned hoarse from screaming and moaning, I even felt his penis grew bigger. As if it wasn’t already huge in the first place?!

Something like that was possible?!

Holy Mother of Nature! That was magical!

I was beyond euphoric. I had no idea how long we were at it, but I almost wish it never ended. Unfortunately, like everything good in this world, it had to come to an end at one point.

Gradually, his temperature was going lower and lower. From scorching hot to comfortably warm, until it got colder and colder and neared his normal temperature. When I could feel the familiar coldness again, he groaned and came for the last time, before collapsing on top of me.

I had to wiggle and free myself, flipping him to his back. Sitting down in a daze, I felt exhausted for the first time from sex. The leftover electrical tingling all over my body was incredibly satisfying, however, and seeing Natha’s peaceful face brought relief. We were both sweaty and in a mess, although not as messy as the bed and the room and probably the whole cabin.

Whoops. But oh well...it was a honeymoon, after all!

Giggling to myself, I brushed some stray hair off Natha’s face and kissed him lightly, before laying down beside him and pulling a blanket over us. Slept came easily after days of blissful exhaustion, and when I woke up later...

Natha was kneeling in front of me.