The Ring of Bondage - Chapter 3.11

“Stay still. Your pretty wings might break.”

No matter what, her wings were not so weak that they would break in a human’s hands, but his voice was sincere. Besides, his attitude wasn’t even a threat telling her not to resist. At the sight of him truly seeming worried that her wings might be hurt, Leticia was dumbfounded. If his arms or legs broke, she would only sneer and tease him.

Or perhaps she might worry a little.

It seemed her head had gone strange from saying she loved him far too often these days. Once she collected his soul, he would be used up as a slave while suffering so much that he wouldn’t even care about his limbs, so worry? It was a reaction that didn’t suit her.

While Leticia was confused, Mikhail easily set her down in front of the mirror. In the smooth mirror, a naked woman stood with her red wings folded. Her wings and shabby horn were far more embarrassing than her bare body without a single thread on it, so instead of covering herself with her wings, Leticia drew her wing joints in further and hid them behind her back. Of course, even then, she couldn’t escape the gaze of Mikhail standing behind her.

“You get embarrassed over strange things.”

He whispered, reaching forward and kneading her b*****s. Her n*****s, flushed red from all the pinching and sucking, came clearly into view. Only then did Leticia realize that she hadn’t properly looked in a mirror since she had begun sleeping with Mikhail.

The hickeys left all over her body like bruises were far more numerous than she had glimpsed before.

“You should look properly, Leticia. It’d be a shame for only me to enjoy something so pretty.”

Each word he spoke while worrying her outer ear between his teeth made her shame rise higher. It was ridiculous that she was being stimulated by words like this, as if she had ever been shy, but even so, the chilling sensation piled up layer by layer.

“…I really don’t know what exactly about me you’re calling pretty.”

Even as her thighs drew inward at the hand stroking around her navel, Leticia deliberately spoke curtly. This time, she didn’t particularly feel like provoking him. It was absurd that her attitude could change this much just because she had brought out her wings.

“How could something the color of freshly spilled blood not be pretty?”

“If that’s all the reason you need, demons with red wings are everywhere, so why don’t you go find someone else?”

Of course, since Leticia was the one who had secured his contract, she wouldn’t stay still if he flirted with another demon as he pleased. Rather than jealousy, she thought it was a natural assertion of her rights. She was the one who had found him, and she was the one who had drawn the contract out of him. This area was her territory too. If another demon lingered around and tried to seduce Mikhail, it was only natural for her to get angry.

She didn’t want anyone to take from her the hand now slipping into the thicket between her legs either. Even if his soul would be harvested someday, until then, he was hers. The love he had set as his wish had also demanded not just any demon, but Leticia herself.

“Nnngh…”

The hand gently circling her c******s was tender in a way it had never been before, and a languid moan slipped out without her realizing. Perhaps because there had been no clumsy provocation, or perhaps because there had been some change of heart, his attitude was clearly different from the s*x of the past few days, when he had driven her straight toward climax.

More than the fingers gently slipping between the flesh of her secret place, Leticia found the light kisses touching the roots of her wings unfamiliar and heart-fluttering. Enough that she almost had the illusion that he truly cherished her. The softness of his expression reflected in the mirror likely played a part as well.

“Hah, Leticia.”

Her name, mixed with a low breath, hovered in the air beside her ear. The short, light kisses pressed a few times against her outer ear and nape, then moved back to her feathers. Mikhail looked leisurely. Except for the hand toying with her below.

While his thumb rubbed her c******s, his index and middle fingers thrust and rubbed against her inner walls. The slow, deepening pleasure made Leticia’s mood grow hazy and soft.

It wasn’t simply because she was experiencing proper foreplay, but because of the affectionate atmosphere more than anything. Because it truly felt as if she were being cherished.