Open Up--!! Demon King--!!! (3)
Upon a throne of obsidian and shadows, the Demon King Firva Chera Igortra reclined in regal splendor.
Her long black hair cascaded like liquid night, framing a face of pale, aristocratic beauty, while her sharp black horns gleamed with an inner fire.
She wore her signature black dress, tailored to perfection, yet she remained utterly helpless, legs forced wide apart on the bed.
Her red eyes, usually blazing with authority, were now glazed with overwhelming pleasure as she let out a high-pitched moan.
Dammit, why must this continue… I am the Demon King who conquered the world!
Yet here I am, completely exposed, subjected to the Hero’s endless torments!
Her hands were bound tightly to the bedposts by enchanted ropes that responded to the slightest touch, each pull sending fresh waves of ecstasy through her body.
The air hung heavy with the scent of her own arousal and the Hero’s triumphant laughter.
Firva’s voice broke into a desperate cry as the Hero leaned closer, her breath hot against the Demon King’s ear.
Hero: “Aww, look at you now, my big bad Demon King all tied up and dripping. You really are the most arrogant, dignified ruler in the world, aren’t you? And yet… you’re just a desperate little slut underneath it all.”
Firva gasped, her dignity shattering as she struggled against the bonds, but the sensation only made her tremble more violently.
I can’t… I can’t let her see this… but it feels so good… I hate myself…
The Hero grinned mischievously, holding up a sleek, black vibrator shaped like a sleek, curved dildo.
Hero: “Time to play, Demon King~”
With a wicked flick of her wrist, the Hero pressed the toy firmly against Firva’s swollen, aching core.
Firva’s entire body jolted, a loud, embarrassing moan escaping her lips as her back arched off the bed.
“Haaahhnngh—!!”
The Hero chuckled darkly, her free hand gripping Firva’s thigh hard enough to leave marks.
Hero: “That’s it, let it out. I know you’ve been aching for this since the moment I walked into your chamber. Admit it—you love being the Hero’s plaything.”
Firva’s red eyes widened in humiliated shock, her voice cracking as another sharp thrust sent her spiraling higher.
“N-no… I-I am the Demon King… I should be the one tormenting you!!”
But her words dissolved into a high-pitched squeal as the Hero accelerated the toy’s rhythm.
Hero: “Keep telling yourself that while you squirt all over my hand. We both know who’s really in charge here~”
Firva’s hips bucked wildly, her powerful legs twitching as the orgasm crashed over her in waves.
She bit her lip so hard it bled, tears of overwhelming pleasure streaming down her cheeks.
This… this is too much… I can’t breathe… but I don’t want it to stop…
The Hero didn’t relent, flipping the toy over and teasing the sensitive underside of Firva’s clit with the vibrating head.
Her voice dripped with sadistic cheerfulness.
Hero: “Mmm, that’s the spot~ Look how wet you are. Your royal dignity is completely soaked through. Should I call you ‘Princess of Wetness’ now?”
“Aah—!! Please—!! I-I can’t… haaaahn—!!”
Firva’s voice broke completely, dissolving into desperate, incoherent whimpers as she thrashed against the restraints.
The Hero leaned in closer, whispering taunts directly into her ear while maintaining the relentless stimulation.
Hero: “You know, if you keep moaning like that, readers online are going to lose their minds. They’re already spamming ‘Kyaah, Demon King is such a masochist!’ in the comment sections.”
Firva’s eyes fluttered, half in shame, half in ecstasy.
The readers… they’re watching me… humiliated… but it makes it even more embarrassing… and I like it… I hate myself for liking it…
Yet she couldn’t stop the flood of arousal that soaked the sheets beneath her.
The Hero’s laughter was pure delight as she finally pulled the toy away, leaving Firva’s body quivering and oversensitive.
Hero: “That’s enough for now, my dear Demon King. We’ll continue this tomorrow~”
Firva could only pant, her voice reduced to a broken whisper.
“Haa… hah… you… you’re so cruel…”
But even as she spoke, her body betrayed her, twitching with aftershocks that made her bite her lip again.
The Hero simply winked, already turning toward the door with that business-minded glint in her eye.
Hero: “Cruel? Darling, I’m a generous employer. I give you the best toys money can’t buy. Now rest up—I’ve got a Dark Dragon to slay tomorrow, and I don’t want my favorite toy tired.”
Firva’s only response was a shaky, humiliated groan as the door clicked shut behind her tormentor.
Tomorrow… another day of this… I am doomed…
Yet deep down, a tiny, secret part of her already craved the next round.
The Demon King who once ruled the world with an iron fist was now nothing more than a dripping, moaning mess at the Hero’s mercy.
And she wouldn’t have it any other way.