But it didn’t happen, because for him I was the only “person” in his life. The only warmth he never wanted to lose.

I thought of him from the future. He had killed me, yet there was a sense of emptiness about him. Perhaps it was because deep down there had been a faint trace of affection in him. The thought suddenly crossed my mind. An unreturned love. Feelings that had never been reciprocated. Over ten years those feelings had festered, rotted and burst, turning even the slightest hint of affection into murderous intent.

“What are you thinking about?”

Zetak brushed my hair back. For some reason, his eyes were filled with discontent. His hand, which had been gently running through my hair, tightened and gripped it firmly.

“I ask you – what are you thinking about?”

I was thinking about you from the future. But I couldn’t say it, so I remained silent. Instead, I reached out and touched the corner of his mouth. He had smiled in the future. But now I felt I finally understood – it wasn’t the smile I’d seen five years ago. Maybe it hadn’t been a smile at all. Even if he had felt satisfaction and pleasure from his revenge, it might not have been true joy. One day, sometime in the future – though I didn’t know when.

“I hope you can smile.”

“…”

“I just hope… That one day you’ll smile… by my side.”

“Like before.”

I murmured softly. The grip on my hair loosened. His red eyes sank darkly and his lips were pressed into a tight line.

“I told you, didn’t I? Don’t think too much. Just enjoy it.”

Zetak brushed his fingers over my lips before planting a light kiss on them.

“Stop thinking and just enjoy.”

His hand moved down, caressing my stomach before sliding down to my gr*in. Even though my legs were already spread, it seemed that wasn’t enough for him. He grabbed my knees and pushed them further apart. The force of the movement caused the water to slosh over the edge of the tub.

“Would you like to try putting it in this time?”

His hand, which had touched my semi-*rect p*nis, stopped abruptly. The look in his eyes became sharp and dangerous, glittering with a barely contained intensity, as if he were about to snap. It was only a single sentence, but my words had aroused him.

The thought of being able to thrust his tentacles into me seemed to drive him to the edge of reason. But he didn’t let them emerge. It was clear that he was holding back by sheer force of will, determined not to reveal such a thing to me. Had he spent the last five years secluded in some mountain, undergoing intense training? To have such restraint in suppressing the carnal desires of a demon – it was impressive enough to make one believe he’d reached a higher state of discipline.

He no longer hesitated to reveal the scarred, scale-covered body that resembled that of a serpent, but it seemed the tentacles were still off-limits. I looked around for something to cover my eyes, but there was nothing in sight.

“There’s no need to hide them.”

I shifted my position, sitting up and turning my body slightly. I leaned my arms on the edge of the tub, resting my chin there. I spread my legs a little and bent my knees to get into a position that would make it easier for him to get in.

“I won’t look back. Is that acceptable?”

Behind me, I felt his intense gaze pierce me. It was so heavy and focused that I could almost pinpoint exactly where he was looking. Starting at my toes, his gaze moved slowly upwards, lingering for a long moment on the curve of my b*ttocks.

“Ha… seriously… Your Highness, really. I swear, you’re something else.”

His voice was harsh, cracking with excitement. There was even a faint growl, almost like the sound a beast might make.

“Like I said, just put it in. Don’t move.”

“I know. Damn it, I know.”

A strange, wet sound came from behind me. It seemed that one of the tentacles had emerged from its body. I could feel it slicing through the water as it approached me. Slithering like a snake, it crawled up my leg from beneath the surface.

Slowly it slid along my spine before the tip brushed against the back of my neck. The strange sensation made my shoulders jerk involuntarily. Zetak, perhaps reassured by the thought that I couldn’t see the tentacle, seemed to relax. But the truth was that I could see it.

Its reflection had inadvertently caught my eye in the row of oil bottles lined up opposite me. It wasn’t as clear as a reflection in a mirror, so the details of its shape were hard to make out. But I could make out its colour – dark grey, almost black.

Judging by its colour, it was an offensive tentacle. Once hardened into a blade-like structure, it would be difficult to break or sever. This type of tentacle seemed to have the same classification as the ones I had in the past.

“I’m not sure if I should be glad that Your Highness lacks emotion.”

He murmured as he spread my submerged b*ttocks. His fingers slid between the mounds, gently teasing the opening.

“If you had emotions, you wouldn’t expose yourself so easily to a demon. Who knows, you might have gagged in disgust or even fainted.”

“Who knows… But I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone gag just from looking at a tentacle.”

One of his fingers slid slowly inside. The tentacle that had been brushing against my back wrapped around me, looping over my torso and moving forward. Each movement caused the water to ripple and spill over the edge of the tub.

As it curled around my p*nis and began to rub against it, my breathing became ragged.

What had been partially *rect was now fully hard and had been stiff for some time. I wondered why I had never felt *rousal before – something so pleasurable. It was nothing like the sensations I had experienced as a demon. Still, the sensation that made my toes curl was undeniably welcome.

I rested my forehead against my arm, panting heavily. I could hear Zetak panting behind me as well. It was a bit worrying. If he was like this after just one finger, what would happen when he used his tentacle? He might lose control completely. If he gave in to his instincts and stuck it in too deeply, it could very well pierce through my body and come out the other side – I had seen it happen to someone before.

“Ha… why is it so tight? Stop clenching. Relax. Damn it, I said relax. Do you want to tear?”

At some point, his fingers had grown to two. Even though his hands were small and couldn’t go very deep, the sensation was strangely pleasurable. I’d heard that most men didn’t get much pleasure from it at first, but apparently that wasn’t always the case. Or maybe I was just unusually sensitive in that area?

He kept telling me to relax, but that was easier said than done. Especially as the tentacle wrapped around my p*nis, tightening and loosening. The fingers inside me slipped out with a slippery sound. I heard the faint sound of an oil bottle being opened. He must have decided it wouldn’t work without lubrication.

This time the oiled fingers slid smoothly back in. Instead of thrusting, he moved them as if to spread the oil evenly inside me.

I reached back and grabbed the tentacle. The one wrapped around my p*nis uncoiled without resistance and I guided it behind me. Zetak withdrew his fingers obediently. As I aligned the tentacle with the opening and rubbed it against the entrance a few times, Zetak’s breathing became noticeably heavier. I could feel his eyes burning into me, watching my every move from behind.
“It feels… a bit too thick. Could you make it thinner?” 

“No.” 

He refused without a moment’s hesitation. No shame at all. But really, wasn’t it a bit much? He seemed taller than the average adult male. Was it some kind of overcompensation for being cocooned? 

“Aren’t you the one who wanted to put it in? Why hesitate because of its size? This is something Your Highness started.” 

“…” 

“You even said you’d hold the tentacle yourself. I won’t move anymore, so…” 

The raspy tone of his voice made his words sound deliberate. He was telling me to do it myself. His refusal to adjust the thickness was absolute. While Zetak had stretched me with his fingers, the difference in size was far too extreme. The oil he’d applied helped, but it wasn’t easy. 

Even with the tip barely inside, the feeling of being stretched and filled to the brim wasn’t exactly pleasant. 

A strained moan escaped my lips, but I didn’t stop. I could hear Zetak behind me, cursing under his breath. It wasn’t just painful for me. This was his own doing. If he thought he could get away with it, he was wrong. I wanted to take him down with all my might. Let him feel remorse. Let him suffer. A cocoon that dares to impose something so thick? Absolutely unforgivable.

That was my plan, but things didn’t go as planned. As soon as I got the tip in, I was sweating bullets. In my mind I had got it in easily, but the reality was very different. Should I force it in? The moment I tensed with that thought, a groan came from behind me.

“Damn it, relax!”

I could hear the sound of teeth grinding with his frustrated exclamation. Apparently I had inadvertently tightened my grip on the tentacle. I looked at his reflection in the oil bottles. He was covering his face with one hand, breathing heavily, and clutching his cocoon with the other. His posture was slightly hunched… was he in great pain?

For a moment, Marienne came to mind. Could the feeling of the tentacle being crushed have been transmitted to its cocoon? Still, the tentacle hadn’t really burst, so he must have only felt it until just before it did.