The Incubus Archduke Dreams of a Pet Human - Chapter 8

Murmuring words she couldn’t make sense of, Asmod took the tip of Theticia’s b****t into his mouth. Everywhere his lips touched felt hot, tingling as if laced with an aphrodisiac and tickled with feathers.

“Hmmngh…!”

Theticia was startled by the moan that escaped her. It was lewd.

Her ample b*****s kneaded under Asmod’s fingers like well-fermented dough. His moist lips suckled the hardened n****e with wet, lewd sounds, nipping just enough to sting, then tracing over it with his tongue.

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this. No, that someone’s doing this to me.’

She thought she’d lose her chastity in some tavern in Kraven to a drunken yet amiable man. She never thought her first experience would unfold amidst such ecstasy.

And not even with a fellow human, but with a demon.

“I will take all of you.”

The demon before her eagerly caressed and licked the body everyone else had avoided. The directness of his gaze and the melding of their bodies ignited something deep within her.

It wasn’t simply the heat of passion.

Her deep-rooted prejudices, the barriers she believed untouchable, unraveled like tangled thread beneath his sticky caresses.

“Give me all of you.”

Before Theticia could respond, his hand slipped beneath her skirt. The lace petticoat she had hastily worn to escape grew damp, entangling itself around Asmod’s fingers. Those fingers brushed against the heated folds concealed beneath.

“Ahh, wait…. there…!”

Just being touched sent a tingling wave of pleasure through her. Asmod, still attentively licking her n*****s, pushed aside her undergarments. Between the wet fabric, the delicate flesh lay exposed.

Her folds were slick with fluid. His firm fingertips glided gently along the parted valley.

“Ahh… mmh…!”

Theticia let out a moan with every touch. Asmod moved like a bee burrowing into a flower in search of nectar, not even pausing to breathe.

His hand gripped the waist of her dress, which he hadn’t fully removed.

“Human clothing is far too bothersome.”

In an instant, the half-peeled dress was ripped apart with a single gesture of his hand. Theticia curled up instinctively, like a startled bug, unable even to cry out.

“……!”

The sight between her trembling legs made her throat tighten anxiously. Asmod’s member, now closer, seemed larger and more monstrous than before.

“Do not be afraid. As I promised, not a single hair will be harmed.”

Just imagining that monstrous thing entering her body sent both dread and a strange tickle deep in her belly. A strange sensation stirring within was awakening unfamiliar desires. Ever since his lips had met hers, the flame that had sparked in her gut had slowly begun to spread through her mind.

‘What… what is this? Why does it feel like this?’

With refined composure, Asmod pressed his member between Theticia’s thighs. As the heavy heat settled against her, her entire body tensed.

As he began to move his hips slowly, the bulging veins rubbed against her parted folds. Plump flesh was pressed and dragged, sloshing with bathwater. The moment their sexes slid together, Theticia flinched without meaning to.

“Seeing how you’re already dripping, are you looking forward to it?”

“Ahh… no, that’s not it.”

Theticia panted, trying to explain. The backs of her thighs clenched tight, and her perineum spasmed without pause. As the tingling sensation intensified, so did her fear.

“Please… go slowly…”

Before she could finish pleading, the thick shaft thrust into her.

“Aagh!”

The shock of being pierced made her head tipped back.

His thick length pushed into her flesh and filled her to the brim. It felt like her insides were being shoved aside, every muscle from her thighs to her toes pulling taut in recoil.

“Ah, so this is how it feels.”

Asmod’s languid whisper rang in her ears.

“Ahh… ngh… ah…!”

Stretched out and impaled, Theticia gasped for breath. Asmod let out a deep moan at the feel of her flesh tightly clenching around his member.

“To think someone like you is urging me on.”

“Ah… uhh, ahh…! It h-hurts, hngh, ah!”

When he leaned forward, the thick stake of flesh rammed in, tearing her open to its root. Her pelvis ached with the stretch, and a splitting pain tore through her body as though it were being cleaved in two.

Come to think of it, he had promised not to hurt a single hair on her body, not that it wouldn’t hurt. Regret surged through her. One should never trust a demon.

“It’ll feel better soon.”

Asmod swallowed her slurred cries with his lips, his tongue invading deeply, down her throat. Saliva slid down with each ragged breath, spreading warmly through her mucous membrane.

And with that, the pain that had torn through her rigid, tense muscles gradually transformed into an irresistible euphoria.