Even before he was fully *rect, he was considerably larger than I had expected. I used to console him by joking that he was the size of a radish. Now it may not be a full-grown radish, but it could certainly pass for a small sprouting root. 

“Is it small?”

“You are persistent. Don’t fixate on things like that.”

“D*mn it, then don’t make me fixate on it. When did you implant the trauma with all that mumbling of ‘mu, mu’?”

He mumbled as if chewing on his words. Despite the curses he spat, his eyes glowed with l*st. His low, raspy voice sounded quite excited. As I stared intently at his g*nitals, I felt Zetak’s breath grow heavier. No. What had I done to make him so aroused? Could he feel it just by looking at me?

I examined him carefully. Then my eyes went down to his t*sticles. The right one. Come to think of it, there was something I hadn’t confirmed before. Gently lifting his t*sticle as if pulling aside a curtain, I moved it to the side. There should be a…

“No mole.”

There used to be. No, I hadn’t really seen it before, but I could have sworn there was one. Was it because it had shed its skin? Had it shed its human features? Just then I heard a sigh – long and heavy. He pulled my hand roughly away from where I was holding his t*sticle.

“Seriously, you really know how to k*ll the mood.”

He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me upright. As he moved, his p*nis, which I had only seen, brushed against my cheek.

“Aren’t there more important things to focus on than this?”

He slapped my cheek with his p*nis. It hit my cheek with a heavy thud and he slowly rubbed it.

“What? Since it’s small, it’ll be easy to put in your mouth.”

“No, if you think about putting it in my mouth, it’s quite…”

I wanted to say that, but the thing I was rubbing my cheek with slipped and I rubbed my lips. My lips were already stained with the liquid from the tip.

“Open your mouth.”

“S*ck it.”

By the time I said it, he had already inserted his p*nis. Holding the back of my head, he left no room for retreat. I was stunned by the sheer size that filled my mouth. At first he only inserted the tip, rubbing it against my tongue before gradually pushing it further in.

When I had almost finished removing my shirt, he suddenly pulled out his p*nis and pushed me roughly backwards.

With hands that felt almost frantic, he began to undo my pants. I lifted my hips slightly to make it easier, and my pants were quickly removed, followed by my underwear, which was pulled off with equal force. Tossing the tangled clothing aside, he grabbed my legs and spread them apart.

“Maybe… a little slower…”

The words barely left my mouth before they were cut off. He froze at the mention of “slower,” his piercing gaze fixed on me, glinting with the intensity of a predator.

“Slower?”

“That won’t be necessary, will it?”

Right. Back when he was restrained, he had restrained himself and refrained from touching me. During his seven unwanted years of asceticism in the demon realm, he had honed his self-control. Telling him to take it slow here, even I realized, was out of place.

When I spread my legs on my own, a faint grin tugged at the corner of his lips – he seemed pleased. He cupped my p*nis with his hand and began to stroke it before pressing his lips against it. He tugged at the skin as if pulling it in, then took it into his mouth and sucked hard.

I gasped at the sudden sensation, my hips jerking involuntarily. He kept taking my p*nis in and out of his mouth. His fingers pressed tightly against my lower entrance, rubbing and circling with deliberate pressure. A strange shiver ran through my body, making my hips tremble. Without thinking, my hands found their way to his hair and gripped it tightly. It must have hurt, but he didn’t show any signs of discomfort. As his tongue slowly moved down to lick my entrance, my legs instinctively tried to close.

“It’s a little…” 

I wanted to say it didn’t seem right, but the words never came out. His gaze, looking up at me, shimmered strangely – so intense it was almost eerie. It wasn’t just obsession or l*st; it felt closer to something primal, almost murderous in its intensity. 

“Why are you hesitating now? It’s not like it’s the first time.” 

No, this was the first time that spot had been licked. As if he could read my thoughts, the corners of his lips turned up slightly. A memory suddenly flashed through my mind – the day we first engaged in anything resembling intimacy. I remembered waking up after passing out from the effects of some drug, only to find him between my legs.

“Ah, you’re awake? Even if you had remained unconscious, I wouldn’t have minded.”

Right, he had definitely said something like that. I had wondered what he had done, and now I began to understand. His pointed tongue poked at the opening, while his hand continued to stroke my p*nis, sending waves of pleasure up my spine.

A mixture of wanting him to stop and hoping he wouldn’t filled my mind. His lips pressed against the sensitive spot and his tongue applied pressure. The sound of w*tness echoed – whether from saliva or the fl*id dripping from the tip of his p*nis, I couldn’t tell. As the tip of his p*nis began to push into the opening, I tensed instinctively. It couldn’t have gone very far – perhaps no more than the length of a fingertip.

It repeated, going in and out just that much. Even though it was so little, ragged breaths escaped my lips without me noticing. I desperately wanted him to stop, but my hands pressed down on his head. Even I couldn’t figure out what I really wanted.

Zetak chuckled softly at my reaction. 

“Looks like you’re enjoying it. Well, you were shaking and arching your hips even when you were unconscious.”

“The way you whimpered was adorable.”

His words left me speechless for a moment. Adorable? I’d heard a lot of things before – being called a corpse or other unpleasant names – but to be called adorable was a first, and I was completely taken aback by it.

At some point, Zetak had managed to find a jar of oil, which he now applied to his fingers. The slippery fingers slid in easily – one, then two – as he gradually increased the number. Meanwhile, his lips wrapped around my p*nis again.

As his fingers brushed against a particular spot inside me, my lower abdomen instinctively clenched in response.

He grabbed the back of my knees and spread them apart as he smiled. But despite the smile, his eyes betrayed a lack of composure. Holding himself, he slowly began to push the head in. Even though it felt like I’d been prepared enough, the sensation of being forcibly stretched made me instinctively bite my lips. He paused for a moment and looked at me, but it wasn’t for long.

“It’s small. Just bear with it.”

No, that must have been a slip of the tongue. I wanted to say that, but the sudden thr*st overwhelmed me and left me breathless. But Zetak seemed to be struggling even more than I was. He moaned softly, his face contorted in a mixture of discomfort and restraint. I couldn’t tell if he was in pain or just trying to hold himself back.

He pulled his hips back, almost withdrawing completely, before pushing forward with a powerful thr*st.

A gasp escaped my lips and perhaps that was the beginning. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed sharply, growing louder with each thr*st. Every movement of his hips was accompanied by wet, sticky sounds that added to the intensity of the moment. The slap of skin against skin grew stronger and without realizing it, my hands gripped his shoulders tightly.

My breath quickened, caught somewhere between the sensations of pleasure and pain. It hurt, undeniably. But at the same time it felt good. Whether it was pure pleasure or something else, I couldn’t tell.

“Ha… Your Highness. Your Highness. D*mn it.”

Maybe it was the way he panted my title between breaths, but somehow even his cursing sounded seductive. At first his thr*sts were deep and powerful, but now they were shorter, only the base remaining inside as he moved.

Even though he didn’t touch my front, I finally cl*maxed. The tightness inside him made him let out a soft m*an. His movements suddenly stopped. He pulled me into a tight embrace and gave me a quick thr*st upward. I found myself wrapping my arms around his back as well. I felt something – a connection, not in the sense of physical closeness, but something deeper. A feeling of satisfaction, though I couldn’t quite put my finger on what it was. Perhaps it was simply the weariness of satisfying our desires, or perhaps it was something more.

With a strong thr*st he reached his cl*max. Afterwards he stayed still and did not move. He just held me tightly in his arms, his breathing deep and steady.

“Zetak…?”

I belatedly noticed something unusual about him. Patches of snake-like scales had appeared on his face. I ran my hand down his back, where I had been holding him, and felt scattered scales there as well. He seemed aware of the changes in himself, for his expression turned to a frown. Quietly, he looked down at me as if to gauge my reaction.

In a way, he almost seemed afraid of something. I found it amusing. Even when his face was scarred, it never bothered me. Was he afraid that I would find him repulsive now? That I would recoil at the sight of his scales?

“So, do the scales always appear when you cl*max?”

“…”