The Depressed Demon King and His Bedchamber Maid - Chapter 13

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Lucy, who had developed the habit of saying whatever came to mind, was about to ask about this too, when Laegar murmured while gently sucking the underside of her chin.

“That’s right, you liked me a lot.”

Concealing a trace of satisfaction, he muttered in a frayed voice tinged with metal.

His large hand was gripping Lucy’s pale b******s, stirring inside her this way and that.

As her fingers traced the terrifyingly taut lines of his muscles, she asked again.

“Ahng… then what about Your Majesty?”

When Laegar fell silent, absorbed only in languidly grinding into her, Lucy tugged at his n****e and pestered him childishly.

“Lae, Laeeee! How much did Lae like me?”

Ha.

Suddenly, Laegar let out a low sigh for no apparent reason.

Then he murmured, slowly trailing his tongue thickly down the nape of her neck and her collarbone.

“I cherished you a lot too. Like now.”

Lucy accepted this without question and smiled with pride.

In truth, words like ‘a lot’ couldn’t fully explain how voraciously he desired her.

But concepts like ‘violation’ or ‘molestation’ were entirely absent from her head, so she took the situation at face value.

‘I’m glad I can serve my lover’s bedchamber needs so much.’

She ruffled the jet-black hair rippling down below her b*****s like a snake and confessed shyly.

“I like you, Lae. Hmm? Are you listening?”

Having drawn out the heavy mass of flesh with a slick sound, Laegar was teaching her, his tongue tracing her concave navel.

“Yes. The more we do this, the more you’ll like it.”

Despite his abominable lesson, Lucy nodded innocently.

Then, in a flash, she could do nothing but let out a short scream.

Because his hot tongue, which had been trailing down her skin, had suddenly slipped between her legs.

“Hahk! Ahng… Lae!”

A sensation entirely different from being pierced by his heavy pillar—chillingly unfamiliar—churned through Lucy below.

The copious fluids, flowing in a mess all the way to her perineum, were swept away entirely by a writhing red tongue. And the petals, already tender and slick from taking his length, now began to be sucked into that hot mouth.

A typhoon of strange sensation seized and churned below.

“Lae, Lae… that place… nngh. It tickles too much.”

At the feeling that her lower half might melt away entirely, Lucy begged on instinct.

“Lae, you can’t eat me up. I won’t whine, hff, about how much you do it, s-so don’t eat me whole…!”

Stars burst in her tear-filled eyes in an instant.

The long, thick tongue had begun pliantly gouging and grinding against her twitching inner walls.

Like an eel thrashing, his tongue sent electric currents through the tender membrane.

“Haat, aahng!”

Crushing his head down, Lucy’s hips bucked upward and a pitiful confession spilled out.

“Lae…! Haaht, I like it, I like you! So stop… stop this… hic!”

Laegar’s mind was entirely consumed with stimulating the membrane with the tip of his tongue and noisily gulping down the fluid flowing from it.

Lucy stretched out her arms as if restraining him and sobbed.

“Lae… it’s because it feels too strange. Can you stop this and hold me again?”

Laegar, who had been absorbed in tasting below, froze for a moment, then withdrew his tongue from the hole without a word and lifted his upper body.

He covered the woman, floundering like a lost child, once more and peered into her pale blue eyes.

“Tell me you like me. And fill me up full again, Lae. Okay?”

Lucy felt anxiety in the past she couldn’t remember and in the absence of her own self.

But whenever she was held by him so overwhelmingly, that anxiety would vanish—so at times she had deliberately asked like this and endlessly entwined her body with Laegar’s.

Their tongues overlapped.

So thoroughly entangled—top and bottom—that she could scarcely tell which of the tangled flesh was her own. The strange friction of membranes began again, and thick fluids squelched and splattered in all directions.

“Hffk.”

Rocked as if swept by a wave, Lucy still didn’t take her eyes off Laegar’s beautiful face.

He, too, bracing both arms and looking down at her, kept his alluring and somber gaze fixed on her.

They drove their lower bodies together right up until the moment the terrifying typhoon of sensation crashed down, then met the violent climax together.

Even as she let out a moan close to a scream, Lucy never lost sight of him.

Watching, spellbound, as his sharply drawn nose bridge contorted with pleasure, she thought.

This was the only moment Laegar ever made an intense expression.