Chapter 220
Chapter 220
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Translator: Ryuma
Chapter: 220
Chapter Title: Save Me (3)
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The Gray Devil had just returned partial control of his body to him moments ago.
Of course, that didn't mean running away or resisting would do any good, so he was simply complying obediently with whatever it demanded.
With that thought, he gazed down reluctantly at the naked form before him.
“...”
To be honest, it was a beautiful body.
The kind that could stop his mind from functioning even before blood rushed to his groin.
If most demons resembled their vessels closely, then Elnor's gracefully curving figure must have been carried over almost exactly.
No, if anything, judging purely by appearance, it was even more voluptuous.
“...”
Realizing that, Dawood unwittingly closed his eyes for a moment.
An inexplicable sense of guilt, immorality, and sin washed over his entire body.
[What are you thinking?]
At that question, Dawood snapped back to attention and looked at the Gray Devil.
Crimson eyes stared straight at him. There was no hostility or menace in them, yet they still carried an atmosphere that put him on edge.
“...Nothing.”
At the very least, his instincts told him it was a bad idea to voice what had just crossed his mind to this thing.
Instead of answering, Dawood quietly pressed his lower body against her secret place.
It was his first time, but he'd received thorough sex education regardless. He knew exactly what to do. He could even anticipate the sensations.
“...Hng...”
That was why.
The shock of the first penetration hit him harder than expected.
No man was immune to it, but men's dirty talk was brutally frank.
Such impressions vaguely surfaced in Dawood's hazy mind.
Thus, he blankly recalled a drunken ramble from one of the tipsy humans at a drinking party.
Something about how a woman with well-trained pelvic floor muscles from Kegel exercises could probably crush a walnut inside her.
Everyone had burst into laughter, dismissing it as nonsense, and Dawood had thought that guy would get himself in trouble with booze someday.
Still, he agreed that sexual capabilities varied from person to person.
In that regard.
“...If she squeezes right, she could crush it.”
[Hmm-?]
“Nothing, forget it.”
Dawood exhaled ragged breaths through gritted teeth.
No, was this grip even humanly possible? It was like a vacuum seal inside her. Her suction was so intense that absurd thoughts like that flitted through his mind.
This wasn't mere muscle training; it felt like her entire interior was a living creature, wrapping around his manhood and stimulating it relentlessly.
It was as if her whole body was devoted to serving him, coaxing him toward the most pleasurable release.
“...It's moving.”
[...♥]
When he muttered that in a stiff voice, she responded only with her ever-benevolent smile.
As the rhythm accelerated and her heated breaths grew hot enough to scorch skin, Dawood gently grasped her breast again.
He cupped one side firmly with his palm and wrist, teasing the nipple lightly with his index finger. When he flicked it like pinching, the Gray Devil's body twitched as if electrified.
[You're so good at it...]
The Gray Devil exhaled thick, humid air from deep in her throat. With a flushed expression, she raised her upper body and wrapped her arms around Dawood's slowly moving form. Their body heat exchanged in a scorching embrace.
[Put some effort in, come on...]
“...”
Like cheering him on, she fervently pulled his upper body close where they were joined and whispered those words in a sweet voice.
Her panting breaths mingled with coquettish moans. Her face was even tinged with unfeigned rosy flush.
And yet, this thing didn't even possess a true human body, but it was mimicking a human woman in earnest to 'satisfy' him.
Seeing that, Dawood's expression soured even more.
Frankly, it pissed him off.
Everything about it.
It was the overwhelming sense that she held all the control, merely 'indulging' him.
It wasn't about male pride; it was the primal gap in their very 'nature' as beings.
This woman could crush him with a single finger if she wanted. Tear him to shreds.
And yet.
She lay beneath him of her own will, voluntarily 'serving' him sexually to satisfy him.
“...”
It was undeniably bizarre, a jarring disconnect.
But denying the sexual thrill it sparked would be a lie.
At this moment, at least.
No other male in the world could be entangled with her like this.
He alone possessed her exclusively.
He, and he alone in the entire world, could make such a being 'serve' him. Claim her as his own.
A surge of conquest flooded Dawood's mind.
In that instant, the Gray Devil's lips pressed against his once more.
Teasing him from start to finish, yet in these moments of affection, genuine love seemed to shine through.
The polite brush of mucous membranes and the thick, viscous exchange of saliva carried a tenderness and consideration almost like coquetry.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you for mating with me. Her sticky kiss seemed to say.
After a long kiss, the Gray Devil pulled her face away.
[I love you.]
Waves of stimulation crashed over him. He barely grasped the words' meaning, yet his body rejoiced on a cellular level.
[I love you. I love you. I like you. I like you so much...]
Stimulation layered upon stimulation. Dawood's entire body trembled.
How many times did it happen?
Finally, a fireball of sensation erupted from his lower body.
A crackling jolt like lightning roared through him from crown to toe.
His vision blurred. He lost control of his muscles. He couldn't even twitch a finger.
In a state light-years from his usual dignity, he abandoned all pride, cradled in her arms, drowning in white-hot ecstasy.
Deep down, a sincere thought surfaced: this was dangerous. An absurd fear flickered that his whole body might burn up. He couldn't even steady his ragged breaths, his thoughts a jumbled mess.
“...I, think, soon—”
At his gasp, a crooked smile curled on the Gray Devil's lips.
“...Outside, I'll do it...”
He'd pulled out at the last second, convinced that cumming inside would be perilous.
But her smile deepened.
Unlike her previous innocent grins.
It was the mischievous, prankish smile of a 'devil' after a long while.
Just before his climax, she brought her face close to his.
Dawood's eyes widened at the sight.
He clearly saw her 'form' changing.
[A gift for you.]
Her whisper tickled his ear.
And simultaneously.
[Don't you like it? This child.]
The Gray Devil's body, made of gray magic, transformed in an instant.
It was a form Dawood knew all too well.
All too well—that was the problem.
“Dawood...”
It was Elnor's voice.
Not the Gray Devil's, but Elnor's face, Elnor's voice spilling forth.
In that form.
With teary eyes, panting.
Clinging to him desperately with her legs, as if she never wanted to let go. Eyes brimming with tears.
As if Elnor herself were right there before him, mating with him.
“Please, inside, I beg you...”
She pleaded.
“Please, don't pull out, I beg you, please... I'll do anything—please, inside—”
Her voice was delirious.
Elnor's usual cool, composed, ruthless tone was now stained with sexual pleasure.
“...You—”
Dawood ground his teeth, glaring at her.
His reason knew.
It was all an act. A ploy to toy with him.
But.
In this moment of clouded judgment, with every sense heightened to extremes.
Reason faltered, but instinct 'mistook' it for truth.
His heart plummeted, and without thinking, he pressed his body closer.
And then, release.
“-! -!! -!!!!!”
His entire lower body overheated. It felt like his soul was being sucked out through one hole—an absurd fancy.
Not spilling, but bursting like a dam collapse.
Words wouldn't form. From his slightly parted lips came only short, windy gasps mere centimeters away. Nothing else but feedback of white-hot pleasure searing his nerves. The sheer volume of sensation overwhelmed his mind.
Semen poured out. He emptied his seed endlessly into the Gray Devil's body.
Continuously, relentlessly.
“Ha.... Th, u—ugh....”
Beast-like groans rumbled from deep in his throat.
Pleasure at this intensity bordered on agony. Like branding his brain with a hot iron.
He clutched his head. His vision swam. His mind reeled.
[Ha, ahh—]
The Gray Devil's ecstatic expression as she caressed her lower abdomen with both hands.
That was the last thing Dawood remembered before blacking out.
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Had he been unconscious for about an hour?
As Dawood painfully forced his eyes open with that thought, a voice immediately sounded from beside him.
[Satisfied?]
“...”
Satisfied? All he remembered was being played with in her palm and milked dry.
“...Is it over now?”
He muttered in an exhausted voice.
He truly had no retort, but the Gray Devil merely smiled brightly at his words.
“...”
It was a familiar expression he'd seen countless times in hellish moments, and once again, unease crawled down his spine.
At least, whenever this thing smiled like that, nothing good ever happened to him.
Sure enough, her next words undoubtedly proved the theory.
[Over?]
“...”
[The night is still long.]
“...”
[Shouldn't we do it a few more times?]
Dawood blankly ran a hand through his hair.
Yeah.
Repeat that madness several more times.
Demons truly weren't right in the head.
[I'm one of the mildest among 'us,' you know?]
“...”
[You should count yourself lucky you didn't get caught by the others?]
Even as those thoughts swirled, the Gray Devil chuckled as if he really should be grateful.
She didn't even sound like she was joking.
“...”
So.
The other demons had tastes so much more horrific that this seemed tame by comparison.
‘...Save me.’
He meant it from the bottom of his heart.
That desperate thought was inevitable in this situation.
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