Melting the Iron Duke (Part 2)
I carefully crept onto the bed toward Duchess Rozena, swallowing hard as I slowly gazed at her. The duchess simply sat motionless in the center of the bed, making no move whatsoever. I had no idea what to do, standing frozen in place while cold sweat poured down inside me like rain.
In my experiences at Illusion's Banquet, other demon women would pounce on a man like beasts in heat the moment they entered a room, ripping clothes off roughly and devouring him. But she, the ruler of the Demon Capital, sat there silently like a lofty statue, her red eyes fixed on me.
Maybe... I have to take the lead and undress her first? Or wait for orders? My mind tangled in confusion, unable to decide—then her red lips parted slowly, breaking the silence.
"Try it once. Satisfy me in your own way."
At that dry but absolutely undeniable command, I reflexively bowed my head.
"Ah... Yes, understood."
I exhaled a shaky breath, forcing my lips into a smile.
"Sorry. With Your Grace the great duchess right in front of me, I got nervous without realizing it."
Pretending to be calm, I reached out with trembling hands toward her back. Carefully unzipping the dress, I began peeling away the luxurious fabric that hugged her body. With a soft shrrk, the dress slipped down past her shoulders—and I gasped, freezing solid.
Her bare body hidden beneath was unreal, violently beautiful. Her blindingly white, smooth skin flowed with an untouchable aristocratic elegance. Above all, her massive, voluptuous breasts swayed dizzyingly with every breath right before my eyes, boasting a heavy weight that seemed ready to burst, stealing my gaze completely.
Her waist cinched tight enough for one hand below curved out into hips that spread in a breathtaking line, perfect proportions like all the world's pleasures molded together. And beneath her stern, cold expression, the beauty mark under her alluring lips added a sultry allure, stirring a twisted sense of taboo.
Reason screamed warnings of death's terror, urging me to flee—but facing this overwhelming, sensual nudity, my lower half ignored my will entirely, veins bulging as it hardened rock-solid.
Faced with this unreal form, a dumb exclamation slipped from my lips unbidden.
"Wow..."
It was that overwhelming, provocative, dripping with sex appeal—a perfect figure like a goddess meticulously sculpted by the divine. Dazed by those suffocating curves, I snapped back late to what I'd done and jerked my head down in panic.
"Ah, sorry... I lost myself without meaning to."
I'm done for now, I thought, sweating bullets—then Duchess Rozena replied curtly in her usual flat tone.
"Fine. No need to mind it."
With that permission-not-permission, I swallowed dryly and slowly extended my hand. Though I'd entered Illusion's Banquet, the top brothel in the Demon Capital, I lacked the flashy skills or experience of the ace male prostitutes. Honestly, I was lost from here on, but instinct guided me—I placed my hand on one full breast.
The heavy, soft flesh filling my palm whitened my mind. Roughly kneading the pliant mound, I cautiously lowered my head, bringing my lips to her pert nipple.
"Churp... slurp, churrp"
I took the pink nipple—like ripe fruit—into my mouth and gently rolled it with my tongue. My inexperienced moves must have been clumsy and rough. Even as tension threatened to burst my heart, the illicit thrill of tasting the body of the Demon Capital's ruler sharpened every sense.
And then—
"Hnng... ♡"
A faint moan from above startled me; I froze, halting mid-motion. Still suckling her sweet fruit, I rolled my eyes upward.
The ever-icy, stoic Duchess Rozena—now with brows slightly furrowed, lips parted sensually. Even I, with little experience, knew instantly: that subtle quiver and sound was pure pleasure.
Thinking about it, it wasn't so surprising. Demons were inherently lustful, always in heat. But that it was the impassive Rozena? That shocked me.
Anyway, realizing my clumsy caresses were working filled me with strange confidence. I decided to get bolder.
"Chup... churrp..."
Suckling one breast, my free hand gripped and kneaded the other. Soft flesh overflowed between my fingers. Obsessively rolling the stiff nipple with my tongue tip, I slowly released my lips and trailed down her dizzying curves.
Yanking off the dangling dress completely and tossing it to the floor, her dazzling nudity was fully revealed.
"Ngh..."
She turned her head away, biting her lip hard to stifle moans, desperate to hide her arousal from a mere male prostitute's touch. But hot breaths and faint whimpers leaked from her clenched red lips.
My gaze shifted to her smooth abdomen. Firm 11-shaped abs on white skin stirred conquest lust. I tentatively probed her dimpled navel with my tongue.
"Churp... slurp... lick..."
Licking inside, I circled my tongue, teasing the tender flesh around. My hands reached up, roughly groping her heavy breasts. Juicy flesh jiggled, yielding to my grasp.
"Haaang... ♡!"
Her endurance snapped; a much louder moan burst out. Seeing the icy duke crumble filled me with conquest and excitement—I tongued more insistently, relentlessly.
Licking boldly down her taut abs, I slowly—but surely—pushed sticky caresses toward her lower body.
Stroking her smooth, dazzling thighs, my eyes drifted lower. Confronting the fully exposed intimate view, I gasped unbidden.
"Wow..."
Immaculately groomed, neat pink petals like freshly bloomed flowers nestled there. Bald and pristine like a gleaming mound, her pussy glistened, drooling love juices that betrayed her owner's arousal.
I chuckled inwardly. No matter how icy and aloof she acted, she was just another lust-driven demoness, overflowing with sex appeal.
Seeing her slutty, sticky nectar dripping filled me with conquest. Smacking my lips, I lowered my head, burying my mouth deep in her soaked pussy.
"Churrp... slurp, chup..."
My hot tongue parted the sensitive, soft slit, lewdly lapping the slick walls. Duchess Rozena, lying obediently, arched her back like a bow in an instant.
"Heeung... haang..! ♡"
Her forced-clenched lips parted helplessly; sweet, sticky moans poured out uncontrollably.
"Haaang...! Th-there... aaang...! ♡"
Her slender hands flailed desperately in the air before grabbing my head hard. At first, fingertips pushed as if from shame—but each clit roll pulled my head tighter to her pussy. Push and pull tangled in ecstasy-fueled abandon.
The majestic duke who commanded the Demon Capital was gone. Just a heat-maddened female demon writhed on the bed, pussy drooling as she panted.
Honestly, that perfect downfall contrast drove my cock insane with lust. I extended my tongue, sweeping from her pussy's depths to her sensitive nub in one long lick.
"Churp, sluuuurp... churrrrp..."
"Haaang...! Ah, aaah...! St-stop...! ♡"
As her moans filled the room uncontrollably, I roughly unzipped my pants, pulling out my raging hard cock.
"Now, putting it in."
At my blunt declaration, she couldn't reply, just nodded faintly with pleasure-glazed red eyes looking up.
I pressed my swollen glans against her slick, nectar-coated entrance, then thrust my hips hard, shoving my cock in.
- Plung... squelch~ ♡
A beastly groan tore from me unfiltered.
"Fuu... fuck... so tight..."
This was insane. Her narrow pussy innards wriggled like hundreds of live tentacles, binding my cock seamlessly and sucking fiercely. Like a vacuum cleaner of flesh, perfectly designed to milk cock—hot, chewy walls clung mercilessly to my glans, dragging me deeper. The dizzying, violent pleasure threatened instant cum the moment I entered; my mind reeled.
Could sex feel this brain-meltingly good? If legendary pussies existed, it had to be this one greedily devouring my cock.
But as my thick shaft mercilessly split her tight slit to the limit, she teared up, whimpering in a trembling girlish voice.
"It hurts...! Hurts so much...! Too big, it'll tear me... ♡ Heeng...! ♡"
Forcing into the narrow hole unleashed a flood of pent-up juices, soaking my thighs and sheets. But glancing down, something odd caught my eye.
Mixed with the clear slick fluid trickling down her thighs—vivid red liquid.
"Huh...? W-wait..?"
It was unmistakably blood.