The Nuptials of Saint Lucretia and the Flash Swordswoman Irene – Part 2
From the moment tears of regret welled up in Lucretia’s eyes, Kim Jae-hyun stood on the raised dais, clasping Irene’s hand and declaring loudly:
“From today onward, I, the Demon King, proclaim it to all my subordinates and across the entire continent. This is Irene—my wife, my Empress!”
The declaration rang out, and every dark army gathered there—demons, humans, and beasts alike—erupted in thunderous cheers. Even the speechless beasts replied with their own howls, filling the air with wild, primal roars of approval.
The weddings of the Demon World were nothing like those in the Intermediate World.
Human weddings always invited priests, sought the gods’ blessing, and sealed their love with vows before the officiant, receiving the gods’ grace and becoming husband and wife in the gods’ name.
But those of the dark did not seek the gods’ blessing, for the gods were their enemies.
For those of the dark, the one who stood in the gods’ place was the Demon King himself.
He was the master of every dark being, the very opposite of the gods, the ultimate foe of all who opposed them.
Thus, when dark beings married, they prayed not for the gods’ blessing but for the Demon King’s. Under his name and blessing, they became husband and wife.
Jae-hyun was the Demon King of this very age. He was the Demon King, the lord of the dark, the pinnacle and ruler of all dark beings.
No one alive could bless him. Therefore, his wedding was conducted in a declaration rather than a conventional blessing.
Irene already held the Empress’s position, and among the demons who revered strength, there was none more powerful than the Demon King himself. As the greatest devil, she lacked nothing as an Empress. Her beauty was the continent’s finest; thus, the demons recognized her as the perfect Empress.
Once, Jae-hyun had been a tyrant like every previous Demon King, showing no deep affection or obsession for anyone. Even with Selina and Lucien he granted only mild favoritism, never true devotion.
The one being he loved with absolute obsession was Irene alone. Though she had once been a human Flash Magic Swordswoman who felled countless demons, Jae-hyun—once the hero who slaughtered over five hundred thousand dark forces by himself—was not one to dwell on her past. Her history posed no threat whatsoever. Under the Demon King’s rule, no dark being would dare question the life or death of his wife.
“My Empress, stay strong!”
“We pray you and His Majesty, the Demon King, forever rule and protect us!”
“Demon King! Empress! Stay strong! Stay strong!”
“Stay strong!”
As the cheers of countless dark beings washed over them, Jae-hyun and Irene stood smiling down at their people. To Lucretia, Jae-hyun’s smile looked merely polite, while Irene’s was radiant with pure happiness—too stark a contrast.
‘Not joy. Just… what is expected of her.’
Lucretia realized Jae-hyun placed no real significance on this wedding. Irene, however, clearly did.
To Jae-hyun, Irene was already his. This ceremony was merely a public display. He would proclaim her wife, flaunt her, and announce it to the world.
To Irene, the wedding was everything. Her human heart had remained intact. Her greatest dream—marrying Jae-hyun—had finally come true.
“Finally… we’re getting married. It feels like a dream.”
Leaning her head lightly against his shoulder, Irene smiled happily. Jae-hyun said nothing, simply stroking her hair. Beneath the wedding veil, his fingers continued their gentle caress, and Irene’s smile grew even brighter as she closed her eyes.
“It feels as though we’ve recovered the ten years we lost.”
“…I feel the same.”
Jae-hyun agreed. Ten years earlier, he had longed for her as well.
Living quietly together, then returning to the original world. That was all he had ever desired.
He had never sought riches or power. He had only wanted to be with the girl he loved, happy and peaceful.
Forced into this world, told he could not be sent back until fifty years had passed, he had spilled blood and sweat to save it. The price for such dirty betrayal and happiness was a betrayal of his very soul. Of course he carried unforgivable resentment.
And now, on the dais, he looked down at the Holy Maiden who had betrayed him—Lucretia. The woman who might have become his lifelong companion beside Irene, yet had instead betrayed him cruelly, tried to kill him, and arranged for Irene to be savagely trampled by Ferdinand.
This wedding was both the reclamation of a right lost ten years ago and revenge upon one of the betrayers who had trampled the most precious thing in his life.
Without hesitation, Jae-hyun slipped his hand beneath Irene’s short wedding-dress skirt and publicly caressed her buttocks. All the dark beings present were his subordinates; no one dared protest. To them, the Demon King was law itself. His will was their fate.
Each gentle stroke of his fingers against her intimate folds and back entrance drew a beautiful, melodic cry from Irene’s lips. When he skillfully stimulated her holes, the sound of joyful delight echoed from her mouth. Her honeyed nectar soaked through her white stockings, dripping down her flawless thighs until it pooled around her knees.
Yet no one in that hall harbored ill intent toward Irene. It was impossible.
Jae-hyun had forbidden any such thoughts. After all, Ferdinand—the one who had once nearly killed her—had treated her with the same vile desires. The mere idea that another might do so was repulsive.
Therefore, his subordinates were allowed to admire her beauty, but none were permitted to entertain thoughts of lust. As a result, every dark being present looked upon Irene with nothing but admiration, not a trace of desire.
Instead, their thoughts turned entirely toward Lucretia.
Jae-hyun withdrew his hand from beneath her skirt, licked the fingers still glistening with Irene’s nectar, and savored the taste with a satisfied sigh before kissing her deeply.
Chururp!
Their lips met first lightly, then clung more and more urgently. Their tongues began to dance—slow at first, then growing fierce as they explored each other.
Once the kiss ended, Jae-hyun placed a hand on Irene’s lower back and pulled her into his arms, declaring in a booming voice:
“Today’s ceremony between me and Irene is now complete! From this moment, I shall personally officiate the marriage of the Demon King and my wife, the Empress!”
“Waaaaaaa!!!”
All who witnessed the wedding knew what was coming and erupted in cheers. Amid the roar, Lucretia stood dazed and vacant—until a cleaning beast grabbed her leash and another slapped her backside hard enough to make her cry out “Hik!”
Dragged forward, she knelt before Jae-hyun and bowed her head.
“Lord Demon King, the Holy Maiden Lucretia, bride of the coming wedding, has been brought as commanded.”
“…”
Jae-hyun gave only the barest nod. The beasts withdrew respectfully.
Standing before him, Lucretia’s eyes trembled violently. All hope was gone. She felt nothing but regret for her past crimes and terror at the suffering yet to come.
Looking at her now—a mere terrified woman—Jae-hyun was satisfied.
“The wedding dress suits you beautifully. Even with the belly swollen from pregnancy, it only makes you more lovely.”
In response, Lucretia lowered her head further and stroked her protruding belly. The swell of a beast’s child filled her with mental torment. While Irene bore Jae-hyun’s child, she would birth countless beast offspring and be forced to mate with the beasts. Outside those hours, she would endure the cruelest agony she could imagine—death itself would be a mercy.
She could not lust after Irene—that was forbidden—but no such rule bound the others. Every dark being gazed at her with hungry, lustful eyes. Especially the demons who had already tasted her flesh; they craved it once more.
“Very well. Let us begin.”
The moment the words left his mouth, a figure approached the dais. It was Tarzan—a gorilla-like beast with writhing tentacles.
“Welcome, Tarzan.”
The beast nodded and gave a deep, rumbling growl.
“From this day forward, the marriage of beast Tarzan and Holy Maiden Lucretia commences.”
“Uoooooooh!!!”
“Kyaaaaarrr!!! ”
Beasts, humans, and demons alike roared in approval. The notion of a beautiful saint marrying a beast amused them greatly.
“I, Kim Jae-hyun, the Demon King, congratulate you both. You are now husband and wife. Husband Tarzan, with his merciful heart, shall share his beautiful wife—the Holy Maiden—with all my subordinates.” (Eh?)
“From this position, as Demon King, I declare: take this woman as you please!”
Jae-hyun’s declaration ended. As Lucretia’s face twisted in shock, he suddenly lifted her into the air and hurled her toward the crowd of demons and humans.
“Kyaak!”
The heavily pregnant saint tumbled through the air, landing squarely in the midst of the demons.
“Prepare yourselves!”
“Today I’ll show you all the Demon King’s holy meat!”
“N-no…!”
Lucretia tried to refuse, but the moment her mouth opened, a thick demonic penis thrust deep inside. Far too thick, it stretched her jaws to the limit; no matter how she tried to bite, it caused no injury, filling her mouth completely. Her eyes widened in utter shock.
And then the horde fell upon her.