Scary but Feels Good: Baby-Making
The Demon King found the act of making a baby terrifying, yet strangely pleasurable. She had known there was a more precise term for it, but at least in her mind, that word had never taken root. Yet regardless of what it was called, in this moment she—the Demon King—was vividly experiencing just how far beyond her expectations this act of "baby-making" truly was.
Her knowledge of the matter had been painfully simple. If a woman undressed before a man in a secluded place—or allowed him to undress her—then the rest would be up to the man. It might hurt more than expected, and depending on the partner, it could feel very good or very bad. That was the extent of what Belzebeuty had taught her about making a baby.
Driven by a pure desire to have a child with the hero, the Demon King had asked him for this. But what followed was nothing like anything she had imagined.
The hero's hands, tense with anticipation, slowly peeled away her clothes. Throughout the process came far more intimate skinship than usual. Especially those deep, lingering kisses, and the way his hands caressed her horns—the most sensitive part of any demon's body. The sensation was unlike anything she had ever known, sending a sharp, almost unbearable ache through her lower belly.
Overwhelmed, the Demon King unconsciously stopped the hero's movements. Feeling as though she might lose herself if this continued, she took a moment to catch her breath. Then she urged him to move on to the real act of baby-making rather than the usual skinship.
Following her command, the hero finished removing her clothes. For the first time outside of bathing or changing, he laid eyes on her bare chest and began to lavish it with passionate attention from both hands and mouth. The way he suckled at her breasts like an infant sent a dizzying mix of unfamiliar and arousing sensations through her. Her lower belly throbbed just as intensely as before, yet this time she did not stop him.
Is this… really baby-making? Now that I think about it… I've seen scenes like this before…
She recalled the artworks hanging throughout the Demon King's Castle—paintings of naked men and women embracing with expressions of ecstasy. At the time she had dismissed them as mere artistic expression, but now she wondered if they had been depicting baby-making all along.
If the hero is treating my body like this, as if he's become a child himself… then baby-making isn't so bad after all.
With that thought, her heart pounded wildly as she focused on the intense warmth radiating from the hero's body. Then—
! W-wait… why there…
The next moment, after her breasts, his fingers moved toward the place that had been aching so insistently—the most secret part of her body, the one called her "privates"—and began to push inside.
"Haaah!!!"
A jolt of pleasure shot through her. The Demon King let out a moan that sounded almost lewd even to her own ears. For the first time, she felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation that bordered on fear.
Sc-scary… Something… something's wrong… this…
It was more than simple desire for a child. A bizarre feeling that threatened to shake her to the core. The woman who had never so much as flinched before thousands upon thousands of enemies was now experiencing something she could only call terror for the very first time.
Seeming to sense her emotions, the hero withdrew his fingers and pulled back slightly.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
The Demon King exhaled a shaky breath of relief. Then her eyes fell upon the hero, who had at some point removed his own clothes. His well-muscled body was familiar, but what caught her attention now was something she had never seen before—his own privates, standing erect like a spear.
She swallowed unconsciously. As he slowly brought that massive thing toward her, the hero asked in a trembling voice, "Your Majesty… I'm going to put it in."
He did not specify what or where. The Demon King felt both confusion and an instinctive sense that something extraordinary was about to happen. Yet she answered, "V-very well. Do it."
She suppressed her fear as much as possible. The unfamiliarity of the situation was already terrifying enough. But she was the ruler of this nation. Countless citizens had been born through this very process, and she herself had come into the world the same way. As a monarch, she had to overcome this fear.
More than that, she had faith. The man before her was not just anyone—he was the one she truly loved. The hero. She knew he would never do anything to hurt her. So she accepted it, pushing past her fear.
But then—
"However… what exactly are you putting where—"
Before she could finish, the hero thrust that enormous spear into her most intimate place.
"!! Hnnk!"
She had no choice but to accept it without another word.
What… what is this? Ah… it hurts! It hurts! He's putting something like that inside me…! Kkh! Is this… is this really how babies are made? It feels too… kkh! Hnnngh!!!
Overwhelmed by confusion and pain, the Demon King could only watch as the hero's spear completely filled her. At the same time, a heavy sense of dread washed over her as she felt something inside her being pierced. Tears welled up in her eyes without her realizing it.
Yet alongside that fear, another feeling began to grow within her heart.
Is this… happiness? This feeling… feels good?
It was a calm, warm sensation that contradicted the storm of fear. She could not understand why she felt this way or what exactly it was. But if she had to describe it, it was the feeling of safely entrusting her most precious thing to the man she loved. The relief and joy of giving him the greatest gift she could offer, mixed with the pleasure that bloomed even through the pain.
Tears still in her eyes, a faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
So this… this is baby-making. Does this mean… a baby will be born now? Mine and the hero's…
As that thought settled, the Demon King's emotions calmed and she began to feel a sense of peace. Then—
"I-it's… all the way in…"
The hero's voice, filled with joy, reached her ears. The Demon King managed a strained smile in return. "Haa… haa… I-I see… Then… with this, a baby—"
"Yes. I'll continue now."
Huh?
Before she could question him, the hero began to move his hips vigorously. An overwhelming sensation surged through her, and a moan that sounded more like a scream escaped her lips.
It felt as though her insides were being pulled out. The intense stimulation shook her mind. The hero's member moved violently inside her most secret place like a thrashing serpent, stirring her up and awakening a sensation she had never known before—a pleasure tangled with pain that would later be called lustful ecstasy.
It… it hurts… but… it feels good… I've never… felt anything like this…
Obscene fluids overflowed from her most precious place. She could feel the hero's breath, and his large, warm hand still holding hers tightly. All of these sensations reached her—painful yet sweet—and at some point she surrendered herself completely to this indescribable pleasure.
"Hnnnghiiiii!!!"
Wave after wave of intense sensation crashed over her. She did not yet know terms like "climax" or "coming," but none of that mattered. The Demon King was lost in this powerful, strangely pleasant happiness, letting out moans so lewd that even she found them embarrassing.
Just as she began to feel she could take no more—
"Kkh…! Hnn!"
"Hiiiii!!!"
The hero's hot essence began to pour into her. Different from her own fluids, it was sticky and burning like lava, filling the deepest part of her body.
"Haa… haa… haa…"
After what felt like a storm passing, the hero slowly withdrew from her. Even without explanation, the Demon King understood that what she had asked for was now complete.
Ah… so this is baby-making… It feels good… I'm happy… I want to do it again… If I can, I want to do it more…
After catching her breath, the Demon King slowly sat up. Before her eyes, the hero's spear still stood erect, covered in white fluid and traces of red.
"Hero…"
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"If it's all right… could we do it one more time? Baby-making…"
The hero stared at her blankly for a moment. Then a bright smile spread across his face. He stood up and looked at her.
"Of course. If it's Your Majesty's command, I would do it as many times as you wish."