The Silver-Haired Married Thief Nina
I realized it to the very marrow of my bones.
Lady Nina had broken. Utterly, and with terrifying ease.
And if you were a woman… there was no escaping the Demon King's grasp. The only thing waiting at the end was the most miserable, degrading fate imaginable. Both Lord Morrich and I had no choice but to swallow that bitter truth.
"Heh-heh-heh. Kept you waiting, didn't I?"
Clack.
The adjoining door swung open, and the azure-skinned Demon King strolled out, proudly displaying a phallus that stood every bit as towering as the curling horns atop his head. Clear pre-ejaculatory fluid dribbled steadily from the swollen, dark-red tip.
Without a shred of hesitation, his massive clawed hand wrapped around the married woman's waist and hauled her against him.
"Just as promised, I didn't plunge it into you. I took very, very good care of you instead. Heh-heh-heh."
"Hngh, ah… ngh…!"
Flinch, twitch!
The silver-haired thief's lithe, slender waist trembled violently within the demon's thick, vice-like arm. Nina had barely managed to pull her leather trousers back on, but because they clung so tightly to her curves, they did nothing to conceal the shivers wracking her lower body.
At the very least, it was a blessing they were leather. Had they been ordinary cloth… her husband would have had front-row seats to the sight of her crotch completely soaked through.
She desperately tried to hold the lapels of her shirt closed, but beneath the parted fabric, her breasts—surprisingly voluptuous for such an athletic frame—peeked through, entirely unbra'd. And that wasn't all. The button of her trousers hadn't even been fastened; the waistband merely hung precariously across her hipbones, leaving her lower abdomen exposed. The glistening wetness clinging to her pubic hair was visible for anyone to see.
"Well now, since this little bitch couldn't hold out…" The Demon King let out a low chuckle. "Shall we go ahead and slaughter that husband of hers?"
"!!!"
Every eye in the room snapped toward the gagged Lord Morrich.
"I'll scoop his brain right out of his skull here and now. Kuh-kuh-kuk. Hey, Sandro. Do whatever you please with him."
"Understood, Sire. Come along, now. I happened to be in dire need of a Dullahan Knight, so this works out splendidly. I shall lop off your head and use it as a plaything."
"Mmph! Mmmph, mmgh!"
Drag, drag…!
The skeleton soldiers seized Morrich by his limbs and began hauling him across the stone floor. At that sight, Nina fell to her knees before the Demon King, trembling.
Thud!
"P-Please, I beg you! Spare my husband!"
"Heh-heh-heh! Why should I? You failed to keep your end of the bargain. Far from keeping it under thirty, you came well into the triple digits."
"……"
Both Morrich and Nina squeezed their eyes shut in sheer agony. But Nina forced her eyes back open, her gaze hardening with desperate resolve.
"Yes. I couldn't endure it…" Her fists shook so violently her fingernails dug into her palms, drawing blood. "B-But… I have to protect my husband. Please, give me just one more chance."
"A chance? What sort of chance?"
"…A chance to save him."
"Hah? You want to make another wager? Even after you came so pathetically to nothing more than my tongue and fingers?"
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
At those words, Morrich thrashed wildly, managing to shove the skeletons back in a desperate lunge toward the Demon King, but it was utterly futile. A hulking, muscle-bound Minotaur stepped forward and casually straddled his back, pinning him flat against the dirt.
"Doesn't look like your husband cares much for staying alive, does he?"
"N-No, that's not it! He's just hot-headed, that's all! Please, I'll… I'll beg like this…!"
Nina prostrated herself, bowing her head against the cold floor over and over. Her tight leather trousers accentuated the exquisite curves of her legs and the taut, rounded swell of her buttocks. Had I still possessed my cock, the sight alone would have given me an instant, raging erection. She was that alluring—no wonder the Demon King coveted her.
"Kuh-kuh-kuk. Groveling so pathetically. Have you no pride left?"
"…No. None."
"Your posture doesn't seem quite right for someone begging for a life."
"…Please, I beg you, spare my husband. I'll do well… I promise."
"Do what well, hmm?"
"Th-That's…"
Grinning malevolently, the Demon King thrust his towering cock right toward her face.
"Show me how well you can do. Prove it."
"Please… not in front of my husband…!"
"I see. So you really don't want him to live."
The Demon King gave a slight flick of his chin toward the Minotaur, and Nina shrieked in terror.
"No, no! I'll do it! I'll do it!"
"Heh-heh-heh. Wise decision." His lips pulled back into a cruel sneer. "Suck it."
"MMPH! MMM—!"
Lord Morrich thrashed beneath the Minotaur's crushing weight, shaking his head frantically back and forth in pure anguish. Watching her spouse's futile agony, the married woman kneeling before the demon offered a sorrowful, trembling smile.
"Darling… I'm sorry. As long as you stay alive, we can figure something out…"
"Mmmgh! Mmph!"
Tears streamed down Nina's cheeks even as she forced a broad, reassuring smile to comfort her husband. In that moment, her self-sacrificing resolve held a sublime grace—something almost comparable to Saintess Martha herself.
"Quit your sniveling," the Demon King barked. "You're letting my juices go to waste. Drink it down, quick."
Slurp, kiss.
Still kneeling on the rough floor, the slender, silver-haired beauty reverently pressed her lips to the tip of his phallus, sinking into a textbook fellatio pose. Ah… to be honest, back in the day, I had spent plenty of time racking my brain trying to figure out how to bed her. But her guard had been ironclad; she was entirely untouchable. For a woman renowned for her beauty, her devotion to her husband was absolute.
To see that very same, unyielding married woman planting kisses on the tip of a monstrous cock the size of a club—her plush lips glistening with clear pre-cum—was profoundly, overwhelmingly erotic.
"What's this? Are you wet?"
"—?! N-No, I'm not!"
Busted!
The Demon King smirked darkly and beckoned me over. "Come here, my little pet."
Ugh! I'm going to be sick! What kind of nauseating pet name was that…?!
Grab!
Powerless against his monstrous strength, I was dragged forward. With my arms still bound behind my back, dressed in nothing but a flimsy bridal getup—a corset, veil, garter belt, and a shredded wedding dress whose skirt barely covered half my rear—I was pulled into his lap like a ragdoll.
"Heh-heh. Doesn't look like that's just my seed dripping down your thighs, is it?"
"…Shut up."
Slurp, lick, chhh…!
Below us, Nina continued to lap at the clear fluid leaking from his slit like an unsealed faucet. To think I would end up looking down at her like this…! Unconsciously, I pressed my thighs tightly together.
"Kuh-kuh-kuk. So you had your eyes on this bitch too, didn't you, Erika? That's precisely why that fool betrayed you."
"N-No! I didn't think of her like that at all!"
"Then why are your juices dripping? Don't spill them all so soon. I'll make sure you flood the floor in just a little while."
Slurp, gulp, chuuu…!
Nina was moving her head in earnest now, reverently engulfing the massive glans into her mouth. Her full lips stretched wide to swallow the mushroom-shaped head, working it with desperate care.
"Knead my balls. Lather them with your spit. That's it… Ah, yes… Haaah… As expected of a married woman. Your technique is something else. Or could it be… you took plenty of cocks into that mouth of yours back in the day?"
"Mmmph, slurp… I didn't…!"
"Heh-heh-heh. A thief was never going to be a virgin to begin with. Was your husband your first, then?"
"……"
"Oh? Giving me the silent treatment? Let's fix that."
The Demon King parted her silver hair and pressed a single claw against Nina's forehead. A sinister light flared, and a dark purple glyph began to glow brightly upon her brow.
"Wh-What did you do?!"
"From this moment on, you will answer every question I ask. And you will speak nothing but the absolute truth."
"!!!"
Sometimes, the truth was deadlier than any poison. In that sense, a confession spell was among the most insidious forms of mental black magic in existence—even if it was arguably 'humane' in that it eliminated the need for physical torture.
"I'll ask again," the Demon King growled. "Was your husband your first?"
"Mmm, slurp… No."
Lord Morrich didn't seem surprised by that much; his expression barely shifted.
"How many men did you sleep with before marriage? Only count the ones you actually fucked."
"Slurp, swallow… I never counted, so I don't…"
The Demon King snapped his fingers with a sharp crack, and the words tumbled out of her mouth at double speed.
"Wait, if you force me to remember like that… ngh, slurp… about twenty…?"
Lord Morrich's face drained of all color.
"Kuh-kuh-kuk. Quite the little tramp, weren't you? Out of all of them, who was the best?"
"…My twelfth lover. A dark-skinned man with a huge cock."
Morrich's face twisted into an expression of sheer, unspeakable agony.
"Then why did you marry that pathetic wretch down there?"
"…Because I love him." Nina glared fiercely at the Demon King around the thick shaft filling her mouth. "I truly, deeply love him. He's the only one for me now. So please… stop digging up the past."
"Oho, what an admirable wife. Then let us speak of the present. How does my cock compare?"
"Slurp, ngh, mmph… It's the biggest… Hot, rock-hard, slightly curved, incredible… I've never seen anything like this."
"I told you to knead my balls too, didn't I?"
Her fingers gently squeezed and massaged the heavy demonic orbs.
"How do they feel?"
"H-Hot. His body heat is completely different from a human's. It's burning hot… boiling. I can feel the seed writhing inside them…"
"And what are you thinking right now?"
"…If something like this dumps inside me, I'll get pregnant instantly. Mmph, slurp… All I can think about is making you shoot it all into my mouth as fast as possible."
Compelled by the spell, Nina bared her innermost calculations without filter. Even as panic flashed across her eyes, her lips couldn't stop chattering around the meat.
"Heh-heh-heh. No need to fret over having your little plan exposed. It makes no difference to me as long as I enjoy myself."
"Then… slurp, ngh… you don't mind if I make you cum in my mouth…?"
"Not in the slightest."
The dark shaft sank even deeper past her lips.
"Mgh… feels like my jaw is going to dislocate…."
Schlurp, squelch, slurp!
Gathering a pool of saliva in her mouth, Nina dedicated herself to sucking him off with frantic devotion. Her left hand cupped and kneaded the demonic scrotum—each testicle the size of a massive apple—while her right hand feverishly stroked the length of the shaft that her lips couldn't engulf.
The Demon King threw his head back with a satisfied smirk. At the same time, his free hand reached around and sank into the plump, supple flesh of my ass, kneading it relentlessly.
"Khaaah… magnificent. I'm close. Suck harder."
At the news that his climax was nearing, Nina's head bobbed back and forth like a starving pigeon pecking for grain.
Slurp-slurp-slurp!
Her bandana came loose, and her silver locks whipped around her shoulders as she ravenously worked him over. The filthy, squelching sounds of spit, lips, and stretching foreskin echoed off the stone walls of the cavern.
"I'll give you a tip," the Demon King rumbled. "I'm partial to having my sack licked clean."
"Mmph…"
"Lick right up along the seam of my balls."
Lick, slurp.
Lowering her face beneath the heavy sac, she began lapping at it diligently. At times, she took an entire testicle into her mouth to swirl her tongue around it; at others, she lifted the spit-drenched scrotum reverently with both hands, gently massaging it.
Ugh… those balls…
Heavy, scorching, and churning with demonic vitality. The phantom memory of that crushing weight pressing down onto my own face flashed through my mind, making me shudder violently.
"What are you so jealous of, Hero?"
"Jealous? Don't flatter yourself. It's disgusting."
"Stiff-necked as ever, I see. Open your mouth."
"I don't wa—mmph!"
Chuuup, slurp, mmmph…!
A broad, serpentine tongue invaded my lips, violating the inside of my mouth. No matter how desperately I pulled back and tried to avoid it, he hooked onto my tongue like a predator plundering its prey, sucking on it relentlessly. He was merciless…!
Stop… ngh… stop sucking on it…!
Gulp.
"!!!"
D-Don't pour your spit into me! I don't want to swallow it—!
Gulp, gulp.
Left with no choice, I was forced to drink down every last drop of his scorching saliva.
"Heh-heh."
With a depraved chuckle, he turned the tables and began drawing out my own saliva instead.
Slurp, suck.
Gathering a thick mouthful of my stolen spit, he leaned forward and spat it directly onto his own throbbing shaft. Drip.
"There. I lent you a hand gathering lubrication, so make sure you suck it properly."
"…Vile."
Even as her expression twisted in revulsion, Nina used her tongue to gather the fresh saliva pooling on the meat, licking in long, steady strokes from the base all the way to the tip. Thick, distinct veins throbbed and pulsed along the underside of his shaft.
"Haaah… I'm going to shoot." The Demon King chuckled darkly. "Open wide, you bitch. Let me break in that throat-cunt of yours."
His claw clamped firmly into Nina's silver hair.