Chapter 3 — First Experience (3)
Chapter 3 — First Experience (3)
'Tsk, it's too tight....'
A strange foreign sensation pressed against the tip. The woman pinned beneath the Demon King clenched her teeth and twisted. Her voluptuous hips, slender waist, and enormous breasts sprawled carelessly across the bed made a magnificent sight.
At the odd feeling, the Demon King withdrew himself and realized what that foreign sensation had been. Along with the slick fluids glistening on his glans and shaft, something red had come away with it.
With his cock still half-buried, the Demon King gazed down at the woman. The hole itself, as if reluctant to let go, held fast to the stained shaft. The plump flesh below had clamped onto the Demon King's member and was being pulled outward with it.
'Hm, a virgin...!'
She would not have dared to complain of pain before the Demon King, so she had been writhing like that instead. Though the sight only made her more seductive.
This was a new experience. A strange feeling of conquest and pleasure stimulated the Demon King, and his cock, still lodged inside the woman's body, twitched and pulsed involuntarily, unable to contain the pleasure.
"Hh... nngh..., nhh...."
The woman swallowed her tears, yet as the Demon King's member throbbed inside her, a lewd moan escaped her without her even realizing it. The Demon King licked his lips with his tongue.
"Your... Majesty...?"
When the movement stopped, Lisa trembled and looked back at the Demon King. A sadistic urge to torment that tear-streaked, ruined face crept up from a corner of his heart, but the Demon King chose mercy.
"Move."
"...Pardon?"
Amusement colored the Demon King's voice as he fondly stroked her round ass.
"It's your first time. Move at a pace that won't hurt you. Once you grow accustomed, you'll feel good."
"...!"
Lisa's eyes widened for a moment before settling back, as if she had made a decision. Without even wiping the tears gathered at the corners of her eyes, she cautiously moved her hips and began to take the Demon King's length back inside her.
"Nnh..., nn, nhh...."
"Mm.... Doing it slowly... is... stimulating in its... own way."
As the Demon King spoke, biting his lip with a pleased expression, the woman seemed spurred by it and began to shift her hips slowly back and forth.
"Hh..., ngh.... Your Majesty, it's too... big...."
The Demon King's member pulled out to the glans and then sank deep between the parted cleft once more. The massive thing slid in and out several times, yet her inner walls squeezed the Demon King's entire penis tight each time, as though receiving it for the first time all over again. The Demon King suppressed the moans that the pleasure nearly wrenched from him.
"Ah..., hh-ngh, nhh...."
Holding back the impulse to clamp down on her ass until it felt like it might burst, to make her whimper out scream-laced moans, the Demon King looked down at the woman cautiously moving her hips.
The heat that had risen once during the fellatio now flushed not only her cheeks but her nape, her shoulders, her entire body.
She would not even realize that her eyes were shut, her red lips parted, her attention wholly fixed on her lower body as she savored the sensation.
With each repeated stroke, a strange pleasure began to seep into the moans spilling from her lips.
"Ah, ahn..., ah-ahn, hahn...."
The fluid leaking from the hole that held the Demon King's cock was now beginning to overflow. The wet, squelching sounds of her arousal colliding with the Demon King's member mingled with Lisa's cries, exciting the Demon King further.
A virgin's inner walls were intensely hot and unbearably tight.
That irony only heightened the Demon King's mood.
"Ahh..., hahn, ahn, Your... Majesty, this is... strange...."
Before long, Lisa's lower body was taking the Demon King in at a speed markedly faster than before. The Demon King's member was being sucked in and pulled out without pause between the divided valley below her hips. Unaware of it herself, Lisa whined to the Demon King.
"Your... Majesty, this... is the first time... I've ever... hahng...."
Her massive breasts swayed and bounced between the arms that propped up her upper body. Even viewed from behind while buried inside her, the undulation of those breasts, their presence unmistakable, made the Demon King dizzy.
Deciding this was enough, the Demon King gripped Lisa's buttocks firmly and thrust deep.
"Kyyaaah?!"
Her convulsive cry burst into lilting moans under the piston-like thrusts that followed.
"Ah-ahn, ah, ahh, Your, Your Majesty, hahn...!"
"Nngh...."
Every time the Demon King's hips moved, a lewd slapping sound echoed. It was the sound of his testicles, soaked in arousal fluids, striking her ass.
At the noise, the two women who had been unconscious finally stirred and raised themselves. The moment they sat up, they recoiled in shock at the scene unfolding before them, then hurriedly grasped the situation and prostrated themselves before the Demon King.
But Lisa was already too lost in enjoying the Demon King's cock, drool now dripping freely from her mouth. She did not even notice the other slaves had awakened as she let out a fevered scream.
"It's... too tight...."
"Hh-ahn, ahn, ahn, ah-ahn..., Your, Your Ma...!"
The woman's vaginal folds, now too pleasure-drunk to even articulate clearly, began to convulse. The Demon King felt his mind go white under the pressure of being squeezed from all directions.
At last, reaching his peak, the Demon King began to release himself once more. With a voice hoarse from sustained ecstasy, Lisa cried out as if announcing the end of her climax.
"Hahn..., g..., good..., ahn, ah, ahh...."
"Hht...!"
Even after all his semen had been spilled inside Lisa, the Demon King did not withdraw. Her scorching inner walls still enveloped his unsoftened cock, writhing as if thrashing in pleasure.
The woman's upper body, having lost all strength at the peak, collapsed onto the bed, crushing her breasts beneath her as she gasped for breath.
The sight was a spectacle: her upturned white ass, his member buried between her cheeks, the semen her womb could not contain trickling from the twitching opening. The Demon King savored the afterglow for a moment, then pulled out.
"Hht... ngh."
Lisa let out a small moan at the sensation of the massive thing that had filled her vagina sliding out all at once. The thick white fluid that gushed from her cunt ran down her thighs and fell onto the sheets already soaked with her arousal. The dense scent of semen stung Lisa's nose.
[Message: Tutorial Quest Complete! Congratulations!]
Only then, accompanied by an unnecessarily cheerful sound, did a small window abruptly appear at the edge of the Demon King's vision.
[Message: Skill 'Will' Duplication Successful!]
[Tutorial Quest Reward — Magic 'Starlight']
The tutorial quest in the game had been an adults-only scene with a tavern maiden. And the skill and quest-reward artifact obtained during the tutorial could be put to profitable use all the way into the late game.
I could only hope that this would now let me avoid being defeated by the Hero. For a Demon King who didn't want to be killed by the Hero, it might sound like a naive, cliché wish from fiction, but since my life depended on it, it mattered.
'First, let's send the girls out and then check the skill.'
Just as the Demon King reached this conclusion and was about to speak,
a careful, composed female voice came from beyond the door.
"Your Majesty."
He felt the three women on the bed flinch.
"The Knight Commander and the Correction Officer request an audience."
"Hm?"
Looking like this, I'm supposed to see someone? No, more importantly, someone was outside the door this whole time?!
A hint of chaos swept through him. Fortunately, the Demon King's outer shell betrayed nothing. And then he realized that he had known someone was outside the door from the start—through his 'Detection' skill.
Except that, being the Demon King, he simply 'had not cared.'
'Good grief.'
Managing the gap between the shell and the contents was a mental burden. For now, the Demon King rose leisurely and donned his robe. To any observer, the movements were elegant, betraying not the slightest hint of discomposure.
"Shall I tell them to visit later?"
"Let them enter."
"Yes."
The beautifully carved ebony doors slowly opened from both sides. And into the bedchamber came two figures: a Minotaur in blood-red armor and a Succubus whose entire body was wrapped in a clinging black dress.
"Long live the Great Iron-Blooded Emperor! Knight Commander Minoreus has come to deliver a report."
"To behold Your esteemed countenance is the highest joy. Correction Officer Shwikviena has come to report to Your Majesty. I apologize for disturbing Your morning."
The floor resounded with a thud the moment the Minotaur's enormous frame—easily a full three meters tall—dropped to one knee. The bull-headed demon with a ferocious expression bowed his head deeply. Beside him, the female-type demon, who felt almost without presence by comparison, silently knelt to pay her respects.
"A report, you say."
The Demon King's response was cold. Yet from the Knight Commander's perspective, such a reaction from the Demon King was not unfamiliar. It was only natural that the Demon King would not remember a scheduled visit.
"Lady Erenier's preparations to deploy to the Merde front will soon be complete. I have come to report on the troops, the relevant attendants, the schedule, and related matters."
The Demon King regarded the two with an indifferent face. Translating the thoughts of the man inside,
'I don't really know what's going on.'
was what it meant. But neither of them felt any doubt at the Demon King's impassive expression. The Demon King had never been greatly interested in how the castle or the nation operated.
The Demon King existed to destroy. His overwhelming power alone threatened the human kingdoms and served as the binding force that united the Demon King's army. Worrying about management beneath that power was the work of his lowly vassals.
Minoreus announced his business in a booming voice. Then he glanced sidelong at the Correction Officer, Shwikviena, who was prostrated beside him.
But something was odd about the way she stared vacantly. When the Knight Commander looked at the target of her gaze, he sighed.
'Oh no.... Shwikviena!'
Three naked, lowly human women had dared to defile His Majesty's bed. Prostrated as they were toward the Demon King, their slick, glistening vaginal openings were laid bare in full view. The traces of intercourse that had continued until mere moments ago, most likely.
And the vassals knew that the Demon King possessed a powerful skill that beguiled the opposite sex. Guarding against it was merely a matter of governing one's own heart.
But Shwikviena's mind was beginning to haze over with jealousy.
"Nn... nnh."
The Correction Officer, belatedly noticing her own abnormality, tried to steady herself. But it was already too late. She trembled, struggling to suppress the moans that threatened to burst out. Through the crack in her heart created by her affection for her sovereign, the Demon King's skill rushed in and swept over her.
"Ah, Your Majesty."
Though she felt Minoreus's sharp glare fixed upon her, Shwikviena made her decision. Her voice was already half-elated, spellbound by the Demon King.
"May I be so presumptuous as to speak a word."
As she felt the Demon King's attention settle upon her, Shwikviena sensed heat rising from her lower body.
"Speak."
The Demon King's pleasing low tone resonated through Shwikviena's entire body, leaving a tingling numbness. She barely managed to suppress a moan. In the end, the voice that emerged from her restrained instincts was gentle yet carried something cold.
"Those base humans are unworthy of Your Majesty's sacred body."
The bodies on the bed flinched. The Succubus watched them, her eyes narrowing.
"Is there not sufficient reason to withhold Your Majesty's mercy from humans? You said they are a momentary amusement, yet they are inferior creatures who cannot even properly comprehend the honor of the opportunity to receive Your Majesty's precious seed."
Shwikviena's eyes glowed blood-red. Had the humans on the bed seen that sight, they would have lost control of something on the spot, unable to endure the terror. What filled her eyes was hostility.
And seeing that look, the Demon King was flustered.
'Wait, didn't you come to deliver a report? Why'd she suddenly get snared by the skill? Why is she acting like this all of a sudden?!'
The Demon King's outward appearance, of course, was masterfully performing the role of a languid Demon King, mildly irritated at having his morning interrupted.