The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)
Chapter 93: In the night when nothing else mattered (M)

Chapter 93: In the night when nothing else mattered (M)

"Na—Natha!"

Was that my voice, pathetically whimpering in a mix of whine and moan? That high-pitch keen and loud gasping sound that I only imagined existed in porn?

I had no idea. I had no leeway to discern the obcenity of my state as I grasped his hair and panted against his face, as he nuzzled on my cheek with a smile on his exploring lips. He still held me tight, and oh so tenderly on my back, making sure my bent figure and wobbly hips didn’t topple down. But his other hand...oh, that effin’ hand!

His fingers kept on exploring my inside, massaging the walls and digging deeper, as if widening a tunnel. He did it slowly, persistently, making sure it was wet enough for him to move, and halted for a bit every time I whined that it stung.

And he would stop around that magical bundle of nerves sometimes, and brush. Just brushing softly before continuing his digging. And then he’d come back, pressing a bit harder, and get me to make those obscene sounds. But just when I felt it was too much, he’d let go of the pressure and go back on scissoring me diligently.

God—it was maddening!

I had no idea how long he’d been fingering me, how long I had been assaulted by the tingling sensation, and how many times I was left hanging on the edge. I already clung to him, my excitement hard and dripping against his sculpted abdomen.

What is this? Why?

It felt like he was rewarding me, and ended it with punishment. The drag of his fingers across my pulsing, narrow canal felt like a building anticipation, and the fleeting pressure against my spot felt like a sweet blessing. And yet, when it felt like I couldn’t take it anymore, and the tickling, pleasurable sensation was becoming too much, he stopped as if he knew about it.

It felt like mercy, and at the same time, a harsh curse.

The pleasure that coming and going interchangeably made my head feel muddy, and I couldn’t even decipher how deep had Natha gone with his fingers. I was slumped against him, forehead pressed on his shoulder as I squirmed on his fingers, squeezing them hard.

I felt like I heard him chuckle slightly, but I was too hazy to perceive it. "Hnggh!" and then he pressed that place again—no, he slammed his fingers there, stronger than before. "Ah—haa!"

My moan was audible even in my ears, and Natha kissed my trembling cheek as he slammed his fingers again, and again, and again...and when I felt like he was about to retreat, I grasped his hair and horns hard.

"No! Don’t—don’t stop!" I almost yelled at him, eyes glazed in unshed tears of frustration. I lifted my head and looked at him, almost sobbing as I pleaded. "Please...please? I want to...please?"

I couldn’t even make a perfect sentence anymore, and Natha paused for a bit with widened eyes before kissing me hard on my cheek, sucking on tears that I didn’t realize had fallen. "I’m sorry sweetheart," he whispered sweetly. "Don’t cry, mm?"

And then, as if determined to make up for it, he started to move his hand relentlessly, and I had a feeling that I screamed at that. I yanked his head and crashed our lips as the heat was swirling hotter and hotter in my abdomen. Swiftly, I let go of his hair to grab my throbbing member and stroked it quickly in the same rhythm as Natha’s fingers inside me.

I broke the kiss to gasp and arched my back, clenching hard on the assaulting fingers inside as a lancing sensation speared me along the spine, straight to my hazy mind that was filled with white-hot explosions. It took me a while, as well as the wet feeling in my fingers, to realize that I had just cum.

It was different. I had no idea there could be different sensations during orgasms. I had no idea it could feel even better than what I experienced before. It left me just staring wild at the air and the velvet curtain, lips parted without coherent sound outside of babbling whimper. It left my mind in a hazy state of wondrous, iridescent light playing across my eyes like playful fairies of elementals.

"Na—Natha..."

Again, I whimpered his name in such a pathetic voice while my body was still shuddering from the leftover sensation.

"Is it good?" he asked with a kiss. His fingers had stopped moving, but he still holding me tight, and his lips were on my neck, his heavy breathing traveled to my ears.

Was there even a need to ask that? Was my reaction didn’t show it enough? Would I even be able to come if it didn’t feel good?

"Do you feel any discomfort?" he asked again, still kissing every part of my neck and jaw, hands stroking my back and waist.

His questions, which felt persistent and affectionate, prompted me to answer quietly. "N-no...it’s...it feels good..."

I had no idea admitting something like that was embarrassing. Even though my face was already flushed from the overwhelming sensation, it felt even hotter now, and my muscle felt like mush. Especially when Natha responded with a flurry of kisses filled with smiles.

I didn’t think I would be able to sit upright if it wasn’t for his sturdy hand supporting me. I was practically just propped by his embrace, and couldn’t even maintain my grip on him. My arms slumped down as I tried to suck on air, but when they landed between us, my fingers brushed on his hardness, and my breath caught.

Oh, I forgot.

My mind suddenly flew to the memory of that morning, of my first time being touched, of eavesdropping on Natha relieving himself. I couldn’t help but gulp, half thinking of removing my hands in a fluster, and half wanting to take it out so I could feel it with my skin.

And the latter desire won.

Looking down with bated breath, I asked in a quiet whisper while placing my hands above his tent. "Sh-should I...help you too?"

The kisses on my neck stopped, and for a second, I felt like his grip on my back and waist became so much tighter. "Truly?" his whisper came first, before he pulled away to look at me with eyes that held anticipation, but also anxiety. When I nodded shyly, his hand moved to caress my thigh, and he asked with a short breath. "Then...may I use something other than your hand?"

"...other?" I blinked at his question, before feeling the world turn as he laid me on my back. I gasped at the sudden movement, but immediately pressed my lips when I saw his face hovering above me; silver eyes gleaming and contorting in desire.

I watched with held breath as he hauled my legs to his shoulder, and caressed my inner thigh. "This," he pulled my pants off with another hand and made me hiccup, while the one between my thigh continued to caress the gap. "Let me borrow this,"

Oh my God! That’s...I clasped my mouth with both hands, as Natha placed a cold kiss on my bare leg, silver eyes glinting in alluring light.

"Can I, sweetheart?"

Gulping, I nodded wordlessly with hands still clamping hard on my mouth, because I did not trust myself with it right now—because I was sure I would let out strange, embarrassing sounds if I let my traitorous mouth open.

With a deep smile, he suddenly yanked my legs upward, as he straightened his back and planted his knees on either side of my body. His eyes shone differently then—a mixture of lust and restraint, and then, as he shifted his gaze slightly to look at my face, he smiled in the same joy he gave me a few nights ago.

And then I felt it; hard and cold, against my skin. My eyes flickered and I shifted my gaze down, just as the smooth head of his erection exited the walls of my thighs. It moved further, and rubbed the underside of my soft member, and—

"Oh!" a small, muffled exclaim escaped my mouth as a shiver traveled my spine again from the tickling feeling of my not-so-soft-anymore shaft.

This time, Natha bit his lips as he smirked, and he hold my thigh together before taking a deep breath. That was all the warning I got before he started to move, and I didn’t think closing my mouth with my hands did it anymore, because I could certainly hear my own startled gasp and embarrassing moans accompanying the slapping sound of our skin, even if it was muffled by my palms.

God—what is this?!

It was just our genitals rubbing against each other, just like that night when we jerked off together. But why—why did it feel so different?

Was it because of the movement? That which mirrored real sex and made it seem like we were doing it for real? Or was it because of the way Natha looked so raw, with unbidden lust on his face? He made a face as if he was tasting the most decadent delicacy, eyes so focused and gleaming as if he was looking at a precious treasure.

"Khh..."

And there was that—the low growling sound coming out of his throat, which would be followed by furrowed brows as if he was restraining himself.

Perhaps he was...

I bit my lips and felt my erection coming back fully with that thought, and Natha was chuckling lowly at that, moving even faster with a slightly panting breath. I couldn’t avert my eyes from his face, carving the expression and burning it to my memory. Even if it was a lie, I would like to pretend that I was the only one who could see this face; the mixture of affection and lust, the tender desire, the possessive ardor...

I didn’t avert my gaze even as I reached my peak again, because I wanted to see his furrowed brows and crumpling face as he came, wanted to hear his low moan and growl, wanted to feel the orgasmic convulsion traveling through our skin.

And I didn’t avert my gaze as he lowered my legs and hovered above me, caressing my sweaty temple and looking at me like there was nothing that mattered in this whole world but me.

This time, I didn’t cry.

This time, I gazed at him with the same emotion running through my mind.

Tonight, nothing in the world mattered more than him, not even my petty insecurity.