I Got a Job as the Demon King’s Toy - Chapter 7

Once his member was slick and glistening, the Demon King gently pushed her shoulder, laying her back across the long chair. He grabbed one of her ankles and fixed it against the chair’s backrest, leaving her exposed. The slit of her dress was pulled aside, revealing one of her b*****s completely. A shadow from the Demon King’s body fell across her pale stomach, and between her widely spread legs, his large member hovered ominously.

Bonita pleaded desperately.

“M-My Lord, please… please…”

His golden eyes gleamed with amusement, a radiant smile playing on his lips.

“You’re asking me to put it in, aren’t you?”

Without mercy, he thrust his member into her entrance.

“Aaah…!”

Bonita screamed, the searing pain splitting through her as if her body were being torn in two.

“Hah…”

A deep breath escaped from the Demon King’s lips as well. This was just the beginning. Slowly, he continued to push his massive member into Bonita’s body.

“Hah… ah… ah… no…”

As the immense girth forced its way into her, stretching the tight space inch by inch, Bonita’s body writhed in agony. The Demon King narrowed his eyes, watching her face closely.

He knew well that his size was too much for a human woman to handle, especially a virgin. Bonita was a rare, delicate plaything. And for now, he had no intention of breaking her.

When about half of him was inside, he stopped, wrapping his hand around the part that had yet to enter. Today, he decided, he would leave it at that. Even so, Bonita looked as though she was about to faint.

As he paused, Bonita gasped for air, her breaths shallow and labored. Her vision blurred with tears, the pain overwhelming her.

Suddenly, the Demon King’s face came into view, filling her sight. He leaned down, still only halfway inside her, and licked up the side of her neck, just below her ear.

“Ahhh…!”

Bonita’s voice, tinged with unexpected pleasure, escaped her lips without her realizing it. The sound was sweet to his ears. He pressed his lips against her neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. Her body trembled in response, her back arching as her b*****s bounced. Her hardened n*****s brushed against the fabric of his clothes, sending another wave of sensation through her, deepening her moans.

The Demon King chuckled softly into Bonita’s ear, closing his eyes as he leaned in closer. Like savoring a fine vintage wine, he inhaled deeply, taking in her scent. A satisfied smile curled on his lips.

“Very, very satisfying.”

He muttered in a low voice and began to move his hips, still holding onto the portion of himself that remained outside her. Though he was restraining himself, Bonita had no way of knowing that. She couldn’t even muster the courage to glance down between her legs, too overwhelmed by the searing pain that coursed through her body like lightning.

“Ah, hng, ahh… ugh…”

Each time he pulled out, just until the tip of his length lingered at her entrance, he plunged back in with force. The intensity was unbearable. All Bonita could do was grip the edge of the chair so hard it felt like she might tear it apart, her cries mingling with sobs as she endured the relentless torment.

The Demon King gradually increased his pace, repeatedly thrusting in and out. Bonita’s cries, once screams of pain, began to change, softening into gasps and high-pitched moans as her body reacted involuntarily. Despite having climaxed twice before the penetration, her insides, once tight and resistant, began to loosen. The slick sounds of their bodies meeting became louder and more pronounced.

“Hah… ngh… ah! Ah! Aah…!”

With a satisfied look on his face, the Demon King gazed down at Bonita. Each thrust caused her to grimace, her mouth opening wider with short, sharp cries. A small bulge appeared on her lower abdomen with each deep thrust, and her pale chest, now so white the veins were visible beneath the skin, bounced wildly. Her pink n*****s left a trail of movement in the air. The sight was almost comical, and he couldn’t help but grin as he increased his speed.

Tears streamed down Bonita’s face, uncontrollable. Her mouth hung open, unable to close. What had initially been pure, unbearable pain was now mixed with a strange sensation she couldn’t understand. A thought flickered through her mind—I can’t take it anymore. But she didn’t even know what exactly she couldn’t bear.

Suddenly, the Demon King reached out and grasped her exposed b****t through the slit in her dress, squeezing hard. He bit down on the heart-shaped mark on her chest, and as the sharp pain radiated from the bite, something inside Bonita snapped.

An explosion of sensation ripped through her body from the inside.

“Ah… ah…!”