The Exclusive Onahole for Lord Marbas Is Complete-♥
Jiggle— jiggle— Naked as the day she was born without a stitch on her, showing not a shred of shame, Yume began swinging her tits for all she was worth right in front of me, dancing what could only be called a pussy dance.
Here I sat, perfectly still in my chair, my cock springing up stiff at attention as I watched the show. Overwhelming, in more ways than one, you might say.
Honestly, even if you'd dragged in a professional hooker, she couldn't have put on a spectacle like this. Sure, with enough money she'd probably try, but there was no way she'd pour this much genuine heart into a filthy little dance.
"Impressive. Truly magnificent. I never expected to witness a display so spectacularly, hopelessly perverted."
I clapped along—clap, clap, clap—smirking down at her with every sign of satisfaction, and all of a sudden the girl got huffy.
"Spectacularly perverted?! This is a dance for subduing the demon's cock! It was created to discipline the likes of you!"
Ah. So falling completely under my cock's spell had apparently scrambled her brain a little. Fair enough, really—she'd had a demon dick in her mouth, licking it all over, even sniffing it. No way she'd come out of that sane.
"Oho, really? Well, it certainly sprang right up, didn't it."
I watched her with evident interest as she jiggled her tits in front of me—jiggle, jiggle—utterly oblivious to her own state. Quite the sight, honestly.
"Nnngh—hurry up and fap that cock while staring at my pussy and cum already! Spurt that seed from that finger-sized cock of yours!"
The ear-splitting shriek that followed was a bonus. Ah, but now what should I do about this? I had no intention of leaving her in this state.
I watched her with a lazy smile a moment longer, then quietly rose from my chair. Striding over to her with long, deliberate steps, I spoke.
"But there is one thing I'm curious about. You people are exorcists, aren't you? And you came here to subdue my cock, correct?"
"Th-that's right! As a proud exorcist, vanquishing a demon's cock is simply common sense! If a demon like you is walking around with a hard-on, who knows what would happen to all the ordinary people out there!"
Now she was swaying her tits left and right—wooh, wooh—even rolling her hips in slow circles as she did it. Frankly, this was not your average brand of erotic.
Needless to say, my cock swelled until it felt ready to point straight at the ceiling. As she took in the sight of it, her breath came strangely hot, and for some reason there seemed to be a flicker of anticipation threaded through it.
"Th-that thing... the demon's cock I'm meant to subdue. If I can just pull this off, I'll finally be a proper, respectable exorcist myself!"
I stepped right up in front of her, bold as you please, and gave her lower belly a light tap with the tip of my cock.
"Ohhh—"
Thump, thump— the trembling of her womb pulsed straight into my cock, which was, how should I put it, deliciously indecent. She was unmistakably in heat, and badly so.
"An exorcist, worked up to this state? Wouldn't it suit you better to just be a bitch instead?"
"Hm...?"
At the word bitch, Yume tilted her head. The faint heat in her breath suggested she was only half-following what I meant.
"Wh-what's that supposed to mean? A bitch?"
"Stripping buck naked, flashing your pussy at a demon, swinging your tits around—jiggle, jiggle—doing a dance like that. What would you call that if not a bitch in heat? You know it deep down too, don't you? Your pussy's been mewling for cock this whole time."
I heard her swallow hard—gulp. Her eyes were darting around wildly, so apparently I'd hit the mark.
She'd fallen head over heels for demon cock, done everything she'd done, and there was no way she could turn around and cry no at this point.
"I, I... I mean..."
"You—how many friends do you have?"
"Tw-twelve... They're all his lovers, though."
"Hmm... twelve, is it."
The exact number from the game. Twelve heroines and one male lead.
She was supposed to be one of the harem. But watching how easily she'd been seduced, it seemed she'd never made it to the main event. Well, that much was only natural when you thought about it. Even in the game, I'd only ever focused on one or two girls at a time—grinding every single affection meter to max was just too much of a chore.
So this girl was still a virgin who had never once slept with the male lead. And given how these things worked, she was clearly a bottom-tier heroine—the kind who pours her whole heart out and never gets so much as a proper look back.
Because otherwise, she'd be busy nuzzling up to the game's protagonist, wouldn't she?
"And the reason you came here... that was your lover's idea, wasn't it?"
As I whispered it, I heard a hard gulp. So that was the correct answer after all.
Seems the guy couldn't manage his full harem and had decided to quietly toss one of them aside. Wow. What an absolute piece of garbage.
Come to think of it, it wasn't even particularly strange. Deliberately throwing a fight to get a good fuck out of it was a trick that cropped up now and then. The problem was that this was the world inside the game, made flesh—and this girl had been sent to me, quite plainly and simply, to be done away with.
"N-no... I wanted this. I came to vanquish you myself..."
"If that were true, you'd have hauled a whole squad of exorcists along. Not come rampaging in here all by yourself. I know exactly how those people operate."
She'd probably thrown up a Repelling Ward around the area first to clear out the civilians, then the exorcists would hold their ritual, sap my strength, and drag me off in chains. The same old playbook from back in the day.
"Coming here alone means you were simply thrown away. There's no grand tragedy in it—just a plain, ordinary fact. Do you understand?"
"No, no... I, I..."
"So why not just become mine instead?"
Smiling pleasantly, I pressed my cock against her lower belly with a soft pat, pat. She let out a heated breath, helpless and at a loss, yet was sneaking her body closer all the same. Honestly, the sight was exquisite.
"Your boyfriend doesn't sound like much of a catch, if you ask me. A decent man wouldn't be dragging twelve women around behind him, would he?"
"Th-that's... I mean..."
"Now then—if you don't want this, just walk out that door. Feel free to put your clothes back on; marching out of here in nothing but your skin wouldn't be much fun for you either, I imagine. But... if you'd rather become mine, and throw that flimsy lover of yours aside for good... then go ahead. Ask me for it."
...
No answer. She—Yume, was her name—simply swallowed hard and kept gazing quietly up at me.
I caught the sound of something mumbled under her breath. Had she only just now noticed the doubt that had been quietly seeping into a corner of her heart?
"It's true... now that I think about it, he did tell me you were here, and said I should handle it myself... I assumed that meant he trusted me. Ahh... and honestly, this body of yours is better than his anyway. If I let a chance like this slip by, I'd be the only fool left looking... and besides, compared to the others, I was never really the charming one to begin with..."
What on earth was making the air around us feel so thick with something indecent? The girl who had been gazing quietly up at me soon let out a long, soft breath—phew—and slowly lifted her eyes to meet mine.
And the words that finally left her lips were something to behold.
"I-if I become yours... what will happen to me?"
"You're not going to tell me no?"
"Just answer me already!"
Mm... honestly? This girl was fucking gorgeous. Her entire body was simply built for sin, you could say. Probably her destiny, being fap material in an eroge and all.
A chest that heavy, a waist that cinched, hips that generous. With a body like that, how dare she sit there claiming she wasn't attractive?
I kept giving her lower belly soft little taps with my cock, watching her breaths come hotter and hotter. The answer I finally offered was a simple one.
"Nothing much at all. From this moment on, if you become mine, you become my exclusive onahole."
"Wha...?"
At the words exclusive onahole, her wet little breaths somehow grew even more fevered. What on earth was that about?
"A-an onahole?! You're a demon and I'm—I'm a human being! I'm not some... some object!"
"But wouldn't you rather be a treasured one? Go back, and it's obvious the others would trample you flat. Wouldn't that be worse than being a person nobody treasures?"
Did my whispered voice actually sound that convincing? She seemed strangely persuaded, standing there quietly staring at nothing below my belt. Quite the picture.
"Rather than an abandoned human... I'd be a demon's treasured... ah... I-I'd be treasured? Truly?"
"Well, sure?"
Between you and me, onahole was just the word for it—I had no real intention of treating her like a mere object. Of course, I'd put her to plenty of use as a cock sleeve, but as far as I could manage, I planned to grant whatever her heart desired.
Either way, wasn't this a deal in its own right? I'm a demon, and she was tossing away both her pride as an exorcist and the lover she loved. Looked at plainly—offering herself up to become mine, sealing a contract with a demon—it was a simple arrangement.
"Haah... haah..."
Her cheeks had flushed scarlet somewhere along the way, her breath coming hot, and she slowly lifted both her arms. Then she whispered, in the tone of someone begging to be held tight:
"P-please... make me yours, as much as you want."
Her heart was pounding so hard I could feel the thud of it from here—somehow, I found myself rather pleased.
"Splendid! Then allow me to properly savor that virgin pussy of yours!"
"Eh? W-wait—hyii—!"
Just like that, I pulled Yume into a tight embrace and drove my hips forward without ceremony. Our naked bodies, not a thread between them, pressed flush together as I drank in her warmth to my heart's content. And then, with every ounce of strength I had, I set cock against pussy and—
"I'm not mentally ready ye—ahiiiiiii—♥"
With a sweet, juicy squelch, her pussy was well and truly impaled.
"Ohhh... nnghoooh—"
Soft, melting breaths spilled from her lips as she wrapped her legs around my waist and clung to me tight. With her chest pressed flat against mine, that close, I whispered into her ear.
"Now—whose are you?!"
"Hah... heeh... I-I am Yume... Lord Marbas's exclusive onahole! Please, pump my pussy full of your seed—spurt, spurt—and make it your very own exclusive pussy—♥"
Ah. Her mind had gone completely to mush.
Well, it was hot, so who cared, I suppose.