The Incubus Archduke Dreams of a Pet Human - Chapter 19

Maybe it was because she’d heard he was one of the most powerful figures in the Demon Realm. Theticia’s heart reflexively began to thump at the sound of that smooth voice.

“Ah, yes, that’s right.”

Theticia’s face flushed bright red again, as if seared by fire. It was because she remembered the epithet Jess had mentioned for Asmod.

The Archduke of Lust, Asmod. He was called that because he was the Sovereign of the Incubi, but just meeting his gaze was enough to understand why such a name followed him.

“Are you embarrassed now?”

That honey-sweet voice tickled her ear. Lips full of heat pressed a gentle kiss to the platinum hair in his hand.

“It’s not that, it’s just… I’ve heard how incredible you are, Lord Asmod, so I ended up feeling a bit afraid. If I’ve done anything to offend you, please forgive me generously.”

Feeling embarrassed, Theticia slowly backed away. Asmod caught her by the waist and pulled her closely to him.

‘Too close, too close!’

Just by lowering her head, their noses would touch. Maybe it was the scent of mugwort that hadn’t been there before. Even after seeing him naked, after everything they’d done, she still didn’t understand why she was so embarrassed. She had already experienced what pleasure his hands and body could draw from hers.

A calm hand gently swept along Theticia’s waist, held tight against him.

“Offended? Do you mean for breaking my villa? For seeing me naked? Or for assaulting me? Which one do you want forgiveness for?”

“…Now that I think about it, there’s quite a lot I’d need forgiveness for.”

When Theticia gave a resigned, crooked smile, cool lips softly bumped her round forehead.

“That’s enough. You don’t need to beg for my forgiveness. More than that, you said you wanted to touch my face, and yet you didn’t really touch it.”

“Oh, right.”

“You really are a bit slow, aren’t you?”

Asmod let out a dry laugh and took Theticia’s hand, placing it on his cheek. With his permission, Theticia carefully stroked his face.

Do all demons have this kind of body temperature? His skin was cool, like air brushed by an early winter wind. Following the curve of his deeply set brow, Asmod gently closed his eyes.

When her fingers passed, his eyelids slowly lifted, and the violet irises crowned in gold met Theticia’s gaze. Eyes as beautiful as pieces of amethyst, each one exquisitely cut and set together.

Her fingers soon traveled down the straight ridge of his nose, coming to rest on his soft lips. The tender, pliant lips parted slightly.

“Have you touched enough?”

“Y-yes.”

Theticia quickly nodded. What she saw before her eyes was no illusion. What she saw and what she felt were the same.

Hearing her answer, Asmod’s lips followed the path Theticia’s fingers had traced. First on her cheek, then along the concave corner of her eye and over her eyelid, and finally, upon her small, plump lips, where warm, fragrant breath brushed against her.

It had a fresh scent, like mugwort steeped in a bowl of sandalwood.

“Then I should receive my reward as well.”

Asmod whispered, his hand slithering like a snake beneath the lace skirt.

“I need to see how much mana you can give. That way, I’ll know how often we need to share a bed, maybe every few days or so.”

Before Theticia could even be startled by “every few days”, his fingers slipped abruptly between her thin underwear. He gently rubbed the closed entrance, and slick arousal clung thickly to his fingertips.

“Hmmmh!”

“Your recovery seems better than I thought. Is it because my mana stimulated you?”

“U-um, could you explain about that mana properly? If my illness is related to mana, I need to know. What exactly are you doing to my body, Lord Asmod?”

Trembling in small shivers, Theticia couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity. She remembered hearing something about mana the first time they were together, but with no clear concept, it was difficult to grasp.

At this academic question thrown into such a situation, Asmod let out a short laugh and asked in return,

“I told you, you have quite a bit of mana, didn’t I?”

Theticia barely managed a nod. The finger teasing her closed entrance pushed deeply between the flesh.

“Aah!”

“No matter how much water is stored up, if it doesn’t flow, it’s meaningless. You need movement to create power.”

His finger slowly stroked along the inner wall. Asmod smiled in satisfaction at the responsive movement of her inner muscles, drawing him in, sucking at the intrusion. The mana he’d left inside Theticia’s body swirled restlessly.

“To move stagnant mana, you need an outside source… like this.”