“Huh, ugh, ahh…”
“Haah, haah…”
Her fingertips pressed against the glass turned white. Her thin forearms trembled violently, unable to withstand the force pushing her from behind, and finally gave way.
With a sharp squeaking sound, her hand slid down the windowpane and fell. As her sweat-soaked waist jerked forward, his tendon lined arms ran across Argen’s stomach and chest, supporting her upper body.
Argen’s legs, barely standing on tiptoe, swayed pitifully. The thickly smeared fluid was forced out through the cracks with each thrust, flowing down her thighs in several streams. Argen’s breath heated the cold glass pane from the inside. Heavy puffs of vapour spread hazily before vanishing, repeating endlessly.
Valen pressed himself tightly against her lower body, thrusting frantically. Having already climaxed several times, she felt a shattering pleasure from even the slightest stimulation.As Argen gasped, drenched in ecstasy, Valen bit her ear.
“Huh-uh, uh-huh. Good, good……”
“Want to climax?”
The lewd voice licked up her earlobe. Argen rubbed her tear-soaked cheek against the glass window and nodded.
Her eyes looked dangerously close to rolling back. It was their first time since that drunken night, and even though Valen was trying to hold back, Argen simply couldn’t endure it. He didn’t want to come inside her unconscious body like last time.
Valen grabbed Argen’s face and whispered warningly. “Haa, open your eyes. Open them and look at me straight.”
“Ahh, hmm, uuuh…”
“Ugh, snap out of it. If you pass out again, I’ll do whatever I want. I might not know what I’ll shoot inside you. If you only want my cum, don’t lose consciousness.”
“Hurry, uuuh… Hurry, cum, cum inside me…”
Valen clenched his jaw and thrust his cock deep inside her, pushing it in as far as it would go. Her walls, soaked with cum, clenched around his shaft like a vice. The sound of flesh slapping wildly against flesh pounded in his ears.
“Ugh!”
Argen’s face drenched, her body stiffened rigidly. Unable to exhale the breath she’d swallowed, she simply stopped breathing. With a squelching sound, he too halted his thrusting movements. A fierce wave of pleasure washed over his entire body, sending shivers through him.
“Haah, haah, haah…”
His member throbbed and spewed semen. Argen trembled convulsively, taking all he poured into her. Valen’s eyes, still burning with heat, stole glances at her flushed, rounded shoulders, her back where her hair fell long, and her earlobes.
Valen’s heart pounded abnormally hard, fuelled by the lingering sexual excitement. He wanted to ravage her body once more, but Argen seemed on the verge of nausea, struggling to endure.
For a Demon Lord, her stamina was pitifully low. Come to think of it, during his time at the Demon King’s castle, he hadn’t seen Argen do anything resembling exercise. Valen pushed his hips back, fingering the soft, flabby belly without muscle.
“Huuuuh…”
As his taut, swollen glans withdrew, fluid gushed out from her inner walls as if it had been waiting. Argen shuddered at the sensation, her legs buckling forward. Just before she fell, Valen caught her.
Just as he had done before, he rolled her up tightly in the blanket so not even a toe was visible, then put on his robe.Roughly fastening the front, he effortlessly lifted the tightly swaddled Argen. He instructed the waiting servants to tidy the bedroom, then headed for the bathroom.
“I can bathe myself just fine.” Argen poked her head out from under the blanket and said.
“I saw your hands, legs, and feet trembling like crazy, didn’t I?”
Argen couldn’t really argue with that and only let out a faint sigh. Valen carefully lowered Argen into the bathtub. She quietly let herself go as Valen moved, without even thinking about trying to control her limp body.
Isn’t she being too defenseless?
As he rubbed her face, the thought suddenly struck him. Looking back, not only Valen but other demonic creatures had touched her, lifted her, jostled her about, yet she’d always just let her body go limp and languid.
What if some deranged demonic brat got any lecherous ideas? Even if someone touched her waist suggestively or brushed her knee with hidden intent, Argen probably wouldn’t even realise she was being toyed with. No, she definitely wouldn’t.
“You’re truly affectionate.” Argen, who had been resting her head against Valen’s chest, suddenly spoke up.
The hand that had been about to slip deep between her thighs froze momentarily. “That’s a first.”
“You must be tired and weary yourself, yet you tend to me first. No matter how strong you are, I am an adult. Bathing an adult is no easy task.”
“Don’t misunderstand. I’d rather do it myself than see your servants botch the job. Even if I hate it to death, I still have to see your face and sleep next to you. Isn’t it better for both of us if you’re clean?”
“You refuse to admit it, but you are affectionate. Even after spending the night, you don’t wake me or push me away; you let me use the bed alone.”
“I just left you alone because you looked dead tired. And since we weren’t having sex, why should we share the same bed anyway?”
A small hand shot up like a fish surfacing for air. The grip on Valen’s forearm was surprisingly strong. Not that it would leave a mark, though.
“Come to think of it… I’ve never seen you sleep.”
“That doesn’t seem like something to say with such a shocked expression.”
“Do you even sleep?”
“Mind your own business.”
“Is it that the bed is uncomfortable and you can’t fall asleep? I’ll keep it a secret, so tell me the reason. Are you afraid to sleep alone?”
Seeing her keep spouting nonsense like this, she must be feeling better today. Maybe I should have done it one more time after all. Valen pressed his brow bone in regret, then snapped back to his senses. What am I thinking?
Though every word Argen uttered was utterly devoid of substance, it wasn’t bothersome or unpleasant to hear. In fact, the pleasant tone of her voice trickling into his ears wasn’t bad at all. If he could take one more thing besides the magic stone from the Demon King’s castle, he’d seriously consider capturing Argen’s voice in a magic tool… It’s pretty damn good.
Valent hooked one arm over the bathtub and grinned nastily. “Do you want to put me to sleep?”
“Couldn’t hurt.”
“Like leaving fish with a cat. You’ll fall asleep before you put me to sleep.”
“That will never happen.” Argen spoke with an uncharacteristically serious expression.
It was an unnecessarily resolute look. Perhaps it was because she was a monster who slept fourteen hours a day. It seemed as if Valen’s below-average sleep time was being treated like some terrible chronic illness or disaster.
Her unusual passion piqued his interest for once. “Want to make a bet?”
“I have no desire to play games with you.”
Valen slowly stroked up from Argen’s knee to her thigh. Each movement of his hand rippled the water. Argen kept her gaze fixed on Valen’s face. She didn’t seem to care at all how her body was being touched.
“What’s wrong with a game? It sparks some desire, doesn’t it?”
“…You have a point.”
“The first one to fall asleep grants the other’s wish. How about it?”
“Even without a bet, if there’s anything you desire, I can grant it.”
“Let me go.”
“……Except for that.”
Valen fell silent, only looking down at Argen’s face. Argen couldn’t quite meet his gaze, seemingly embarrassed that she’d backtracked in less than ten seconds.
“You in? The bet.”
Argen reluctantly nodded. Except for the wish to leave the Demon King’s castle.