Feeling a little guilty, I began to gently massage the part I had gripped so tightly.

“Ha… I can’t even beat you for that…”

I heard him mutter, his words laced with curses. If I could punish him for disrespecting royalty, his head would have been severed a hundred times over by now.

“I didn’t do it on purpose, so calm down. Things aren’t going as planned, that’s all.”

“What do you mean, ‘not as planned’? Weren’t you supposed to be experienced?”

The tentacle in my hand began to move of its own accord, poking insistently at my entrance.

“Well, I suppose it’s harder to get in. It’s probably a lot bigger than the men who took you before.” 

The tentacle wriggled, trying to force its way in, but it didn’t seem to be working. If it had, we wouldn’t be struggling like this. After lingering at the entrance for a while, it retreated. Then there was no more movement. I couldn’t tell what it was thinking. 

“What is this? Don’t tell me you’re serious.” 

After a long silence, he finally spoke. Even though he hadn’t managed to insert it, his voice sounded more excited than before. As the silence continued, I began to wonder what he was doing. Glancing at the oil bottles opposite me, I saw him pouring oil onto his tentacle. 

The problem was that at that moment he raised his head and our eyes met. Zetak froze in mid-movement. Having missed the chance to look away, I found myself awkwardly holding his gaze. 

Then I felt something black and sharp flash over my head. 

By the time I realised what had happened, all the oil bottles lined up in front of me had shattered. Its tentacle, now hardened into a blade, had sliced through them in a single motion. 

“Your eyes…” 

“Close them.”

I turned my eyes away, confused. What was it about his tentacle that made him so reluctant to be seen? Even though I didn’t fully understand, I decided to respect his feelings. I had promised not to look, but ended up seeing everything. Now that he knew, it wasn’t surprising that he was upset. 

The tentacle plunged into the water with a rough motion, sending splashes everywhere. The rippling water was a clear sign of its anger.

“Your Highness tells an awful lot of lies. Well, I suppose that’s all right. After all, I’ve chosen to be deceived by you.” 

“…” 

“But if possible…” 

“I wish you wouldn’t lie like that.”

He said this as the tentacle pressed against my entrance and began to push in. Despite the amount of oil I’d poured on, I didn’t think it would go in that easily. But contrary to my expectations, the tentacle slid in surprisingly easily. 

“Did you…” 

I was about to ask if he had made it smaller, but I stopped myself. It was obvious enough from how much lighter it felt compared to before. In the end, it seemed he was being considerate after all, no matter what he said. 

Once the thickest part of the tip had entered, the rest followed with less resistance. But just because it was easier didn’t mean it wasn’t painful. My insides, forcibly stretched, felt like they were about to tear apart. The pain had long since suppressed my excitement, leaving me soft. 

The feeling of being completely filled was strange, almost alien. As the tentacle dug deeper, it suddenly stopped. It hadn’t gone very far – maybe just past the thick tip, but no further. There was no sign that it intended to go any further. Zetak was also completely silent, showing no reaction at all.

I turned to look at him. Zetak had his face buried in his hands, his breathing ragged. Through clenched teeth I could hear his sharp, labored breaths. There seemed to be a fierce internal battle going on inside him – a tug-of-war between the desire to move as he wished and the rationality that told him to hold back. 

I reached back and grabbed the tentacle. Zetak looked at me through his fingers. Our eyes met, but I didn’t look away. After all, I’d seen it reflected in the bottles earlier, whether he realised it or not. His tentacle, extending from his back, hung underwater, twitching slightly as if to move, but stopping itself each time. It was as if I could physically see the clash between a demon’s lust and a man’s restraint. 

“If it’s too hard, I said I’d help you.”

“…” 

“You said you’d decide when to stop. So I won’t stop you. Do what you want – whether you stop here or go on.” 

His fierce gaze bored into me through his fingers. His wet hair clung to his face and hands, making him look like something out of a horror novel. Slowly he lowered his hands. His breathing had calmed a little, and the wild gleam in his eyes seemed to have calmed as well, rationality returning to them. 

“Put it in. I’ll do it.” 

“…” 

“Put it in. I won’t move.” 

Was he angry? Was he angry that I’d seen him? That was my first thought, but I quickly realised that wasn’t the case. It wasn’t anger. It was simply that he no longer had the presence of mind to bother with formalities. 

I slowly pushed the tentacle inside me. It was definitely smaller than before. Heavily coated in oil, it slid in with minimal resistance. 

There was no more pleasure – none at all. The only sensations were the stinging pain and the dull ache of being forcibly stretched. It had probably gone in the length of an adult man’s p*nis. I stopped for a moment to catch my breath. The fullness pressing against my stomach was extremely uncomfortable. 

Zetak’s hand gently stroked my hair. His touch was soft, but his breathing was still harsh and uneven. 

“You did well.”

He said softly as he grabbed my shoulders and turned me towards him, pressing his lips against mine. 

The pressure of the tentacle inside me made me gasp involuntarily, but the sound was swallowed by his kiss. His tentacle wrapped around my tongue, rubbing roughly against it. Unable to move what was inside me, it seemed determined to find release through my mouth instead. 

This wasn’t a kiss. Nor was it like f*llatio. The closest description would be predation. It bit my lips and sucked on my tongue as if to devour it.

Sharp teeth grazed my tongue, biting and tearing slightly, drawing blood. As the metallic taste spread through my mouth, its tentacle wrapped around the injured spot and sucked hard. Through my now parted lips it poured its fluids into my mouth. I couldn’t tell if it was saliva or something secreted by the tentacle, but it slid down my throat.

He kissed me as if satisfying a hunger – more like appetite than lust. That’s how it felt. The most absurd thing was that my own *rousal increased in response. Despite the lingering pain from behind, I was completely hard. When he wrapped his hand around me and stroked me, I immediately cl*maxed and came.

The tentacle in my mouth withdrew.

“Well, well. You came. Did you enjoy it?”

The sharp sensation of his teeth made my body jerk reflexively, causing me to clench inadvertently. The tentacle inside me twitched violently in response. I knew exactly what that meant – a contraction just before climax. Moments later it pulsed several times, releasing its fluids deep inside me. 

He could have finished in my mouth, but he deliberately chose to release inside. What kind of twisted logic was that? 

Zetak, who had been biting my neck so hard, finally pulled away. Panting, he ran his fingers through my hair, brushing it back. His hand moved down my face, brushing my eyes, then my nose, as if confirming something. His lips hovered near mine, touching lightly before pulling away. 

The tentacle buried between my b*ttocks began to withdraw as well. When even the thickest part of the tip slid out, I finally felt the tension in my body release.

The dark grey tentacle moved slowly in the water, gradually receding as if it were being absorbed back into his body. It gradually disappeared into his back, but his eyes never left me – not for a moment. He watched me as if looking for the slightest hint of disgust. Finally, he let out a soft sigh. 

“To be honest… I’m not sure if I should be glad that you lack emotions…” 

“Your Highness makes things so complicated.”

His murmuring voice carried a mixture of lament and relief. It seemed he wanted to end things here, as he had withdrawn the tentacle. But I understood the lust of a demon better than anyone. Once would never be enough. His eyes, still dark and lustful, were proof enough. 

“If you like, I’ll do it with my mouth. You’ll feel more comfortable after at least three more ejaculations, won’t you?” 

Compared to sucking on a tentacle, this would be much easier. It was smaller. My offer was meant to be considerate, knowing the overwhelming nature of a demon’s desires. 

But Zetak’s face twisted in displeasure. 

“Damn it. How am I not supposed to get the wrong idea with talk like that?” 

He muttered the inexplicable complaint under his breath and clicked his tongue. Despite his grumbling, there was a distinct satisfaction in his eyes – not just physical, but something deeper. It was as if his raging lust had been subdued by an emotional sense of fulfilment rather than mere physical release. 

Why such a sudden change in him? What had changed?

“So you’re not going to do it again?”

“I’m not.” He paused. “Twice… honestly, I’m not sure I can.”

He was clearly admitting his condition, acknowledging his limitations. It seemed he didn’t trust himself to hold back any longer. His honesty surprised me. A demon’s lust is nothing to scoff at – it demands satisfaction over days, not moments. That he could suppress it so easily was astonishing, bordering on unbelievable. If this had been the past me, there was no way I could have held back like that. Had he really gone somewhere to train his discipline?