Testing Her Reaction to the Coin
I was curious what kind of reaction she'd have if I gave her a coin. That guy called Kudbeka, who might be the Demon King since he was with her before—he'd changed his appearance to look human and was doing something at the weapon shop. If he had that ability, he could probably slip in here disguised after she got the coin and was abandoned. So I deliberately handed her just one coin. If she complained it wasn't enough, that would confirm my suspicions halfway. But she didn't. With trembling hands, she clutched the coin tight and asked if I really thought she couldn't use it.
She seemed half-resigned, not even trying to check its value, just balling her fist around it. And she already knew exactly what would happen if I left her here. That's why she begged desperately again. To take her only as far as the Demon Realm and let her go there. No matter how I thought about it, that didn't make sense. Even demoted, I was once the hero people looked up to. Would a hero like me let a demon go free when I couldn't be sure of her ties to the Demon King? It was absurd.
I let out a thoughtful hum, and her desperate demon eyes met mine. She'd said she wanted nothing, yet she kept pushing to serve me—it was almost comical. She was trying so hard. But it irritated me, that pathetic effort, so I turned over in bed without thinking.
I must have fallen asleep like that, because when I opened my eyes next, a hazy fog clouded my head. We'd spent two days traveling by carriage, camping out, repeating the cycle—my body was worn out. Lying in a comfortable spot must have knocked me right out. Groaning, I whipped my head toward the corner where the demon should have been.
But she wasn't there. Where did she go? Did she run off before I could abandon her? Damn, I should have at least gotten something out of her first. As I sighed deeply, I spotted someone crouched by the chair on the other side. It was hard to see from under the bed frame, but as I stretched and sat up, her face came into view.
Fidgeting, watching me anxiously—it was pitiful and annoying at the same time. The conflicting feelings boiled into irritation. Clicking my tongue, I stared at her.
"What the hell are you doing down there?"
Was she trying to climb into bed? Sit on the chair? If she wanted the floor, she wouldn't have come all the way here. Staring at her pathetic face, she mumbled, then finally spoke.
"...It's been two days built up, so I... I wanted to relieve you somehow..."
Hearing that made me scoff in disbelief, a laugh bubbling up. Relieve me? This girl who couldn't even climb into bed properly. She was begging to be taken along as a sex slave, swearing she'd try hard. As if I didn't know that. Snorting mockingly, her trembling hand reached up to the bed.
It gripped hard, pressing into the mattress as if to pull her small body up. She stood on the bed—or tried to—shedding her filthy cloak and crawling onto it naked again. The same demon who'd freaked out at the sight of a bed was now climbing in on her own. Admirable effort? Or just desperate to survive? I couldn't decide.
But her persistence piqued my curiosity—how far would she go? I spoke.
"Go on, then."
It was true we hadn't done it in two days, but that didn't mean I had to. Still, since she offered, why not give her a shot? I smirked. If she was this frantic to live, volunteering as a sex slave, maybe she'd eventually stick by my side willingly. No nagging doubts about letting her go, no dirty work killing her myself.
As those thoughts swirled, her flinching body leaned forward. She positioned herself between my legs, hesitating. Up close, her features stood out: black hair, red eyes screaming demon. The horn on her left forehead was reason enough for human fear and hatred. But ignoring that, her face was beautiful enough. Not a bad sex slave, maybe.
Considering her claim of inexperience, I helped by unbuckling my belt. Pants and underwear down, exposing myself—she stared wide-eyed, dazed. Her expression twisted slightly, body shivering, but she steeled herself, mouth opening wide. Her jaw strained as she took me in. My size hit the back of her throat fast. The warm tongue and wet suction on the head sent chills through me.
"Urk."
Her pained groan drew my eyes to the back of her head, then down her pale, smooth back. She just teased the tip with her mouth, no further movement. Desperate, but only stimulating the head—trying to rush it? I frowned. But soon I realized her small mouth couldn't handle it all. Stroking her head, she paused at my touch but didn't flinch like before, resuming desperately.
"Mmgh, ngh."
"Use your hands and tongue more."
Like coaxing a child, I said it. Hesitating, she gripped the base with her right hand, stroking tentatively. The rustling sound and wriggling tongue followed. Clumsy, no real buildup, but teasing skill in its own right. I watched her effort while receiving it. The earlier thought resurfaced: abandoned, without hiding or mana skills, she'd be caught quick. Can't even spend money. No chance of finding her in a shop like before. Better to keep her than see her displayed in pieces next visit.
Humming, I weighed the benefits. Useless as informant or pack mule—only sex slave potential. I'd almost ditched her for that. But her effort now? Maybe worth exploring her body. Demon aside, she was decent-looking, big breasts perfect for it.
Still, a novice blowjob wouldn't finish me. I tapped her head.
"Enough, that's good."
"...Y-yes? B-but..."
Expecting rejection like before, she panicked, eyes wide. Thinking this her last shot—pitiful? Cute? Were demons like this? I frowned involuntarily, sighing.
"It'd take forever like this. Ass up, on your stomach."
Her resolve was clear; time to enjoy. She nodded, trembling gaze down.
"...Yes."
Turning carefully, she leaned forward. Her huge breasts brushed the bed even propped on elbows. Focus now, savor them later. Her ass was ripe like a peach, soft thighs below. The slit, anus, pussy visible. Straight and tight—was I really first? A groan escaped.
I slid fingers into the slit.
"Hngh...!"
Tense, she yelped. But I knew that sound—no arousal. Not exciting for a man.
"Eek, ah, aaak!"
Just fingering, and she wailed in pain. Not pleasure, not seductive. Sharp screams. Unadjusted? Or... No point dwelling; it'd ruin the mood. A few rounds would tell. If she softened, first case; if terrified eyes stayed, second. No need to ask now—focus on the meal. I withdrew my slick fingers. She panted, glancing back. Pulling out my thick length.
I knew why the fear—trauma aside, most women balked at the size. Tapping her ass, she jolted.
"Hic,"
Sliding along the crack, past anus to pussy. Her reactions were entertaining—eyes pleading not there? First non-hateful look from a demon. Chuckling, I found the hole and pushed.
"Huuuugh! Urk, agh! Aaaah?!"
Crunch. Even lubed, too tight—resistance on entry. Squeezing so hard, I nearly came. Holding back, I laughed in disbelief. How was she this tight after twice? Awe at anatomy aside, I thrust deep, moving slowly. Her pained groans followed.
"It hurts...! Pl-please, sl-slowly...! T-too painful... hngh, urk."
Initially hated her writhing screams—thought of choking her. But realizing size-pain, not rejection? Enjoyable now. Bed amplified her pulsing walls, urging release—smirking. Begging slow, not stop? Thrusts slapped wetly.
Soon dinner time, but her texture was dinner-worthy. One-sided, but enduring for my pleasure—master's duty to overlook.
"Kuuuugh! Uhk!"
Beast-like sex thrilled. Slaps heightened arousal. Hitting cervix spiked her screams.
"Haaaak! Aak! I-it hurts...!"
No pleasure words irked, but first time, maybe. Not rape if consensual-ish—she might sway hips happily someday. Viable slave then. Speeding up, I came inside.
"Kuhk, kuh."
Spurt, spurt. She shuddered, walls milking every drop—bliss. Lingering, I pulled out. Pop. Exhausted, face buried, panting ass-up. Cum dripped from her hole. No bed trauma now, just moans. Tempted for seconds, but dinner? She seemed out—why not? Ignoring food, one more round ended it.