The Incubus Archduke Dreams of a Pet Human - Chapter 45

“Got it, huhk…. Ahk!”

“You should answer properly.”

Even when Theticia tried to answer properly, the hand gripping her b******s was far too rough. Thanks to how tightly they were joined, the angrily swollen shaft kept ramming insistently into the deepest place.

“Ah, other than Lord Asmod, ngh, to any-anyone, ah, ahh! Won’t give, huhk!”

If it was not her imagination, it was definitely bigger than before. It was only moving up and down by about a finger’s length, yet it felt as though the inside of her belly was being beaten relentlessly. Her insides, pressed hard from every direction, worked up pleasure noisily.

“Ah, ahhh, huhk, so sca…red, ahhng!”

She even reached the point of imagining what if his s*x would push up through her throat. As if indifferent to its owner’s fear, the softly swollen inner walls were gladly savoring the pleasure.

“I cannot tell who is soothing whom.”

He had meant to punish her firmly for disgracing him. Yet the way she was thoroughly enjoying what was his was audacious. Irritated, Asmod slapped Theticia’s b******s, slick with sweat, with a sharp sound.

“Do you not even realize you are being punished, wagging yourself below like that?”

“That, huhk, ngh…!”

He had not even hit her that hard, yet Theticia clamped down hard with her already small insides. At the way she squeezed what was twitching inside her, Asmod narrowed his brows.

“Let us see how long you can keep tightening like that.”

That was not what she had intended, but without giving Theticia a chance to voice her sense of unfairness, Asmod drove his hips like a horse with its reins cut. He struck the roundly swollen sensitive point again and again, and each time her body twisted, he landed another slap against her rear.

Like crushing grapes to make wine, the heavy pounding of his shaft and the popping, stabbing pain sent a chilling impulse surging through Theticia’s entire body. Flashes sparked brightly in her mind. She felt that if this continued, she would truly die.

“Aah! Hkk…!”

The hard head slid off the sensitive point and plunged deep inside. Something that had been swollen all along burst open with a soft snap, like a skein of thread cut by a blade. Between Theticia’s trembling thighs, thick, sticky fluids poured out in gushes, soaking his trousers.

“Instead of offering what is yours, you have dirtied my trousers instead.”

“I am s-sor…ry, huhk, hh…“

Asmod caught the waist that had gone limp as she collapsed in his arms. As he held and admired her slack body, the sight of her white skin, mottled red beneath the veil-like silk dress, filled his view at once.

Seeing her completely filled with what was his, it seemed his mood finally eased. Asmod pressed a finger firmly beneath her teary eyes and whispered.

“If you bring back filthy things from outside again, know that you will be punished even more severely next time.”

“Yes, yes…. I will not do it again.”

Theticia murmured in a voice still dripping with the aftertaste of pleasure. At her obediently gathering up his words, Asmod smiled in satisfaction.

‘Is giving pleasure really the best method?’

But thinking that way left him with an oddly unpleasant feeling. It felt like there might be a better method than this, and relying solely on the instincts of an incubus was distasteful.

Noticing Asmod’s expression subtly harden, Theticia caught her breath and straightened her body.

Considering how pleased he had looked just moments ago, it seemed he had been irritable from a lack of mana, so it would be best to properly ease his anger.

“Uh, should we… do it one more time…?”

Whether her guess had been right, Asmod lifted the corner of his mouth with an incredulous expression.

“…You really might resemble that woman.”

Pretending to be innocent while toying with his mood, running that sly mouth… She did seem similar to the human said to have bewitched his father.

“Yes? That woman, what do you…?”

Inside Theticia’s startled body, Asmod’s s*x swelled once more, stealing her senses all at once.

***

I’m going to die like this.

That was Theticia’s honest feeling after spending the whole night awake. Not just one time, but until the Blue Moon glowed again like dusk, Asmod drained every drop of moisture from her body.

‘I shouldn’t even brush against other demons anymore. Since when did I ever enjoy interacting with other people. The people in this mansion alone are enough to help me find a way to fix this chronic problem.’

There was no need to risk being driven out by going against Asmod’s temper.

More than anything, life in the Demon Realm was more abundant and overwhelmingly satisfying than anything she had ever known.

Like the meal spread out before her.

Something like savory, sweet ribs dripping with oil, something like transparent soap bubbles that burst into sweet sauce, something like steamed fish topped with plant stems that held five different flavors.

If one asked why she said “like,” it was because she had no way of knowing the actual ingredients of these mysterious dishes.