8
When Mariana came to her senses, she found herself back in the Demon King’s bed, which had become quite familiar to her by now.
As soon as she sat up, two female demons entered the room, as if they had been watching. They greeted her politely and said,
“We will help you change your clothes.”
Mariana, unaccustomed to such service, tried to refuse, waving her hands.
“N-no, I can dress myself!”
“We have the Demon King’s orders to serve our guest with utmost care. If you continue to refuse our service, we will be in trouble.”
At those words, Mariana had no choice but to let the female demons attend to her.
They began dressing her, starting with undergarments. The yellow dress they brought fit Mariana’s now slender body perfectly. The gloves and shoes likewise fit perfectly.
For someone who had only ever worn loose priest’s robes, this was an elaborate dress ensemble she had never even dreamed of wearing.
While Mariana stared blankly at herself in the mirror, one of the female demons combed and styled her now silk-like hair, while the other applied makeup to her face.
With just simple emphasis on her smooth egg-like skin, large green eyes, and rosy cheeks, a seductive beauty emerged, different from her bare face.
Once all preparations were complete, the female demons began leading the dazed Mariana somewhere.
“Where are we going?”
“The Demon King is waiting.”
The place Mariana arrived at was a dining room. The long, large table was filled with various dishes she had never seen or known the names of.
“So you’re here.”
The Demon King glanced at her and spoke indifferently.
“You look quite presentable when dressed up.”
Mariana nervously sat down across from him.
“Eat.”
“…Yes.”
She was very hungry, having fallen asleep after intense lovemaking that interrupted her bath. Mariana carefully tasted one dish at a time, then began eating earnestly.
Only after she felt somewhat full did she have the composure to look at the Demon King sitting across from her.
The Demon King sat askew in his chair, observing Mariana with that same amused gaze.
“Aren’t you going to eat?”
Mariana suddenly realized that while she was eating, the Demon King had not touched the food but occasionally sipped a dark red liquid that seemed to be wine.
“Why? Do you want me to eat with you? Are you embarrassed eating alone?”
“No, it’s fine. I’ve finished eating.”
Mariana placed her utensils down and lightly wiped her lips. Once the food was cleared away, the Demon King set his glass on the table and spoke.
“Hey, Mariana. What do you plan to do from now on? Do you have any plans?”
She was puzzled, unable to understand why the Demon King was asking such a question.
‘After tormenting me endlessly without giving me any time to think, now he’s asking about my plans…?’
“Why do you ask? Are you saying you’re tired of me now and want me to leave?”
Mariana deliberately responded with a sharp tone, but the Demon King merely scoffed.
“So, you do have thoughts. But I don’t bother with warnings or such before dealing with things that annoy me.”
“….”
“If I were truly tired of you, your head would already be gone.”
The Demon King’s words carried the weight of someone who could easily end a human life. Mariana tried to maintain her composure, but she couldn’t help the chill that ran down her spine.
‘I’ve just started to enjoy life. I don’t want to die yet. I want to keep living like this—wearing beautiful clothes, tasting delicious food… and even spending more time with the Demon King.’
Though she had never truly wanted to die before, her desire to live was stronger now than ever.
Mariana forced a smile and said,
“What can I do to bring you more enjoyment?”
The Demon King seemed pleased with her response, smiling contentedly.
“I’ve mentioned before that our blood flows through your body. Right now, I’ve temporarily suppressed your holy power using the strength of my essence… but it’s possible to permanently rid you of it.”
This time, she quickly understood the implication of his words.
“Are you saying… you want me to become a full member of the Demon Race? But how?”
“In your case, it’s simple. Kill at least two humans and consume their hearts.”
With a wave of his hand, a dagger appeared before Mariana. It was an ornate blade, its edge gleaming sharply, and its handle adorned with intricate carvings of countless snakes.
As Mariana picked up the dagger, the Demon King spoke.
“Now, do whatever you wish with it. Use it to kill humans if you want, or, if you’d rather not, you can take your own life. You could even try running away from here, though that would be amusing. Or, you could come at me, intending to kill me. That was your original goal, wasn’t it? Of course, I have no intention of going down without a fight, ha!”
* * *
That night, Mariana wandered through the Demon King’s castle, asking the demon servants for directions until she found the underground prison where the heroes were held.
They were already in a pitiful state, their limbs broken and bound in heavy chains, groaning as they lay on the floor.
“Who’s there?!”
As Mariana approached with her hands behind her back, Brandon mustered what little strength he had left to shout.
At first, they didn’t recognize Mariana, whose appearance had changed drastically, and they regarded her with caution.
“…Saintess?”
Phylon barely managed to deduce her identity through her eye and hair color, as well as the Saintess’ robe she was wearing.
“Ma… Mariana?”
Mariana lightly nodded. The men’s faces were filled with shock.
“H-How did this happen?”
“That appearance… What on earth…!”
Randall gritted his teeth and accused her.
“You sold your body to the Demon King! You filthy wench!”
Mariana didn’t hold back and kicked his jaw with her foot. Randall groaned in pain.
“Guh… Gah!”
Meanwhile, Brandon looked up at her with desperate eyes, pleading.
“Please, please spare me. I’m begging you like this. We went too far back then. I sincerely apologize. Okay? If you just let me out of here, I’ll even become your slave. Mariana, no, Lady Mariana. Please….”
Mariana smiled faintly at them and pulled out the dagger she had hidden behind her back.
The blade gleamed, reflecting the torchlight hanging on the wall. Its tip was pointed at them.
The terrified men’s pupils trembled violently.
“S-Spare me…!”
“Aaaaahhh!”
The men’s screams echoed throughout the underground prison.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Before long, the prison walls were stained with blood.
***
Mariana, with blood smeared across her lips and wearing her blood-soaked Saintess’ robe, headed to the Demon King’s office. He didn’t seem particularly surprised by her appearance, as if he already knew what she had done.
“So, how does it feel to have fully become part of the Demon Race?”
The Demon King chuckled as he asked Mariana. She replied coyly.
“The hearts of those humans… They weren’t all that tasty. All three of them.”
As she spoke, her eyes glowed with a fiery red light.
The Demon King stood up from his seat, approached her, and lifted her into his arms.
“Then I suppose I’ll have to let you cleanse your palate with something more delicious.”
Mariana willingly rested in the Demon King’s arms as he carried her to his bedroom.
As soon as he threw her onto the bed, the two collided lips. They ravenously licked and sucked each other’s lips and tongues while stripping off their clothes. Soon, Mariana’s pale, smooth body and the Demon King’s lavender-toned muscular physique were revealed.
The Demon King stopped devouring her lips and quickly moved between her legs. His long, pointed tongue slipped between the tender flesh.
“Ahh, Demon King… Hngh….”
Soon, her own fluids and the Demon King’s saliva mixed abundantly, thoroughly soaking her womanhood and overflowing.
The Demon King removed his mouth and pressed his large, veined manhood against Mariana’s entrance. His p*nis immediately disappeared inside her narrow depths as if being sucked in.
“Ahh!”
Mariana spread her legs wide and took the Demon King’s member fully inside. The Demon King slowly lowered his upper body over hers. With his arms rippling with strong muscles, he grasped her br*asts, now moist with sweat.
“Please, Demon King…”
At her urging, he didn’t hesitate to roughly knead her br*asts while beginning to move his hips. Each time his massive member penetrated Mariana’s intimate place, she let out moans of ecstasy.
“Ah, it’s so good! Your member is the best, Demon King…!”
Mariana soon reached her climax.
“Ahhh…!”
Though her inner walls contracted strongly, begging for his seed, the Demon King changed positions instead of finishing. He lay on his side, turned Mariana’s body around to embrace her from behind, and lifted one of her legs high. In this position, his member delved into her from behind.
Her womanhood shed tears of joy uncontrollably. Amidst the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, the Demon King stimulated her br*ast and n*pple with one hand while teasing her cl*toris with the other.
“Ah, ahh, ah, ahhh!”
Outside, his fingers directly rubbed her swollen cl*toris between her wet folds, while inside, his hard member pressed against it indirectly while thrusting. Mariana felt another org*sm rapidly approaching.
“Ahh… ah! Ahhh! Ahh… ahhh…!”
Her raised leg trembled violently, and her toes curled strongly. Simultaneously, clear fluid gushed like a waterfall from their point of connection. Drool also trickled from Mariana’s slack mouth.
“Ngh…!”
Once again, her inner walls squeezed his member, and this time the Demon King didn’t hold back, climaxing deep inside her. His member released his essence as if trying to fill her womb completely.
“Haa, ahh, ahhh…”
As soon as his long release ended, the Demon King changed positions again. He lay on his back while keeping himself inside her.
He spread her thighs with both hands and placed them on his stomach. Their mixed fluids flowed out from their connection point due to gravity, creating a messy puddle around their joined areas.
“Ahh, it feels so good, Demon King… I can’t stop…!”
Mariana raised her voluptuous hips high before lowering them, repeatedly impaling herself on the Demon King’s firm pillar of flesh.
Unknowingly, she began moving her lower body more vigorously, while using both hands to grasp and stimulate her own br*asts.
With every movement of Mariana’s waist, liquid splashed between their legs, scattering in all directions. Before long, the Demon King’s flat abdomen was soaked with fluids, yet she, lost in an almost trance-like state, continued slamming her hips down.
“Uh… Uhhht, ahhhng…!”
Mariana’s entire body was filled with ecstasy, pleasure, and heat. In this moment, she was genuinely happy.
‘The god who has brought me nothing but pain is no longer necessary. From now on, the only things I need are myself… and the Demon King’s c*ck….’
With eyes clouded by pleasure, Mariana gazed at the Demon King, while below, she relentlessly sought and explored his p*nis.
And so, the night in the Demon King’s castle grew deeper.
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That’s what you call a pure smut no plot no proper ending nothing just everyday having s*x lol
I wouldn’t say I didn’t enjoy it chapter 7 was spicy but that’s all it had to offer.