Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 702: Blooming of a Scarlet Rose [Lite R18/ Chara Development]
Chapter 702: Blooming of a Scarlet Rose [Lite R18/ Chara Development]
“Hnnnnng~ W-Waait…. Haaan…?!” Asmodea flung her head back the moment Asmodeus dragged his thick fingers from her pussy with a vulgar pop as she climaxed. Her hips convulsed on the bed like a beast in heat and released a feral groan while squirting sticky fluids over the messy sheets.
Squelch.
‘She’s really going for it… wow.’
Asmodeus spent over an hour teasing her with his golden domain. He slowed and increased the speed of his fingers from half speed to ten times speed. Asmodea endured at least a dozen petite orgasms, ranging from a little shudder to the full-on spurting tide she was enduring right this moment.
“Y…you…” Her breathless voice sounded cuter than the usual deep and authoritative tone she used since growing into a demon empress. “The sheets… haa…. but…” Asmodea turned away because her pussy leaked viscous, mixed fluids down her crack onto the sheets.
“It was amazing right?”
He sat beside Asmodea, stroking her cheeks using cold magic to soothe her steaming face. After reaching Rank Two, his wives started to develop bodies far beyond mortal standards, causing them to lose control during extreme pleasure or emotional moments.
Amused by his wife, who struggled to recover, he pinched her nipple.
The bubble of golden sap popped before dribbling down her pink flesh, leaving a trail across her tanned abdomen.
‘It’s still so full of sap, this golden stuff tastes so good…’
“A….Ahhh! It hurts… don’t just pinch me!”
“Sorry, I just couldn’t help it. Well… are you feeling better now?”
“H-Huh!? W-What do you mean…” Her cheeks turned red, like the forest surrounding the bed, meaning she could never hide her emotions in front of him.
‘She’s never honest with me.’
Asmodeus continued stroking her while watching each and every movement of her face, the flicker of her lashes, the way she sucked her lips around her teeth when shy, or the fiery gaze of pure lust.
‘Huh? Lust… that’s not right!’
“Darling.”
Her voice slithered through the air, different from before… the small vines from the flowers sliding across his limbs, binding, tethering as she reached out and touched his cheeks. A tingle of heat shot down Asmodeus’s spine before she kissed him.
Suddenly, he found himself on the bed, his cock enveloped by a hot, slimy embrace… and the woman he loved, like a master knight, galloping away on his waist.
“Darling~ the night is young, let’s keep going…. that felt so good earlier, let me return the favour.”
With glowing red eyes, she bit her moist, crimson lips while her insides squeezed and devoured his cock with all her might.
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Two million words later.
The familiar roof of the inn stunned the barely awake demon emperor. He met Asmodea in the middle of the night because he knew she’d been struggling and overworking herself with his absence. It was amazing. More than he imagined…
‘Sex with Asmodea is something.’
In a moment of bliss, he peeled himself from the bed, thinking back to the moments after she rode him like a warhorse.
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“Thank you for that, my dear husband.”
After sex, Asmodea’s personality became submissive, gentle and affectionate. Her lips gently touched the back of his neck while she thoroughly washed his chest with a soapy sponge.
“The pleasure was mine.” He leaned back, the massive Roman-style bath he copied from memories, deeper than normal because of their demonic physiques; some women were over six feet, while his demon form reached seven feet tall.
“I can’t believe how enthusiastic you became after squirting.”
Asmodea’s eyes widened as she bit the back of his neck in a huff.
‘I love moments like this…’
He closed his eyes while thinking over the reason he chose this bath and how many times he shared it with each of his wives.
Although they could transform or return to their human forms and shrink. Asmodeus wanted his women to feel no need to hide their true selves while in the palace; this was their home. One day, he wanted that to apply to the outside and throughout his kingdom…
And eventually, the world.
But right now, the humans still feared full-sized demons.
“Shhh~ idiot! Do you know how swollen and sore I am now?”
“You say that, but your hand is stroking my thigh…”
Her hand holding the sponge froze, along with her breath.
Asmodeus curled his lips while enjoying Asmodea’s cute habit despite claiming not to want sex or lustful things. The one who lusted for his body the most was the flower demon clinging to his back right now.
‘She never changes.’
An earnest and pure desire that she turned to him. Asmodea never changed from the moment he met her; she never turned him away and always pursued him, whether it be as a man, rival or lover.
“Hmph, stop complaining and just think of it as a love tap.”
Swish, swish.
The water shifted as she slid off the small step and wrapped around him, sitting sideways across his lap, with both feet on the side wall.
“What have you been doing in the east?” She slowly kicked the water with a gentle smile, letting water skate down her long legs, which extended and dropped slowly. Each of her movements was seductive enough to drive a normal male to his own doom.
“Hmmm, are you that interested?”
Asmodeus grabbed the sponge and squeezed queen slime extract onto it. Then, with a cunning grin, he lathered it into a pink mass of bubbles and began to wash the remnants of his semen from her body.
“Hyaan~ it’s so cold.” She squeaked. “D-Don’t focus on my tits… Asmodeus!” A lovely tone, like a princess facing the demon king.
‘Oh… irony?’
“Well who made them so appealing to touch and play with?”
“You!”
“Okay, okay… just a little?”
“Hmph.”
She didn’t deny him; instead. The arms crossed over her chest unfolded, and she leaned against his chest. Their relationship might seem a little adolescent to some. But this was just how Asmodeus and his wives became… too long travelling, too little time together.
“I’ve found traces of Brando and his wife, the mainland is a little dangerous…” He told her about the Arbiter earlier, and this was the reason she instantly pounced on him, and they had sex. A jealous demoness was the best demoness after all.
“So~ that mermaid girl.” Asmodea paused as her body shook ever so slightly, his smooth caress enough to tickle, just about enough to bring her to a peak of pleasure. “Y-You never stop trying to make me cum… idiot…”
“If I don’t do this, you’ll be jealous of her.”
She closed her eyes with a pleasant hum, letting his hand slip between her parted thighs with the swish of water. “Why do you know me so well?”
“Because I love you.”
“Hah!?” Her eyes opened as she glared at him before covering them almost instantly. “How can you be so nonchalant about this!?”
‘Because of how happy you make me… my shy little princess.’
Although the time apart, or time spent with other women, made each meeting feel intense and passionate. It was these moments of quiet flirting and bickering that Asmodeus loved the most; he’d saved enough divine aura just to take this bath with Asmodea.
“M….me too.” She blurted out through her muffled palms.
“What was that, Princess?”
“Hnnng…. Don’t tease me, you heard me!”
“Sorry, I won’t tease you anymore, but I didn’t hear it properly.”
The water shifted as she rolled and rocked in retaliation, trying to pull him into the deeper part of the bath, her eyes brimming with tears and deep red cheeks.
‘This is why I could never let you go.’
He let her drag them into the centre of the bath, where it was much deeper for Lumina to enjoy freely. Their bodies came together as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Her eyes burned with violent flames as she lowered her hips.
“Ngh… Asmodea?”
Splash!
The water should be violent, as she grabbed his back tightly, digging her nails deeper while her thighs almost crushed his pelvis.
‘It’s so tight… tighter than before…. so comfortable, as if i’m melting inside her.’
Asmodea ignored his words and, with slight resistance, leaned closer as his tip pushed through her folds and reached her womb.
Then she whispered into his ear. “I love you~ hehe.”
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By the time they finished, his divine core was empty, and no matter how he looked at it, Asmodea’s flowers changed… the scent became denser and much sweeter as he watched her sleeping.
‘This is just like…’
The last time the scent of her flowers changed was on the night that she conceived Seris.
While looking down at her glowing face, the marks from the bath, the bed and on the sofa by the fire covered her body. “I can’t even laugh about this… she did say she’d win first next time, is this what she meant?” He covered her with two thick blankets, then leaned closer.
As the portal returning him to the inn flickered behind him, he kissed her lips and rubbed her lower abdomen, letting his remaining divine aura seep into her body to aid recovery.
“A hope for a boy who resembles you.”
When he turned to enter the portal, a new tattoo appeared on the back of his neck.
A beautiful blooming scarlet rose, where Asmodea always bit him.
As he entered the portal, a whisper echoed from behind.
“Fufufu~ Now I can always find you…”
