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The Demon Lord’s Bride (BL)

Getting transmigrated inside a novel is not really a bad thing—you know the story, you have the power of the future in your hand, you know all the hidden keys. You might as well end up as the most powerful and omniscient being in that world. That is, if you don’t wake up during the epilogue. And yet I find myself in the body of a fallen priest at the end of the novel, a tragic hero who had his mana circuit broken in the last war, being shunned, drown in debt, and destined to die not long after. Fortunately, I know just the cure. Unfortunately, the cure was in the hand of one of the Demon Lords—you know, the race that my kingdom just wage war with. Would he give me the cure if I asked him politely? There’s no harm in trying, right? I’d die if I didn’t get the cure, anyway. “Sure, but you have to be my bride as the price,” the Demon Lord said. ...huh? Sir, you know I’m (technically) a priest, right?

Aerlev · LGBT+
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496 Chs

[Bonus chapter] The Thirst, The Rush, and The Dreadful Rapture (M)

It wasn't the sting of the twin piercing points that he dreaded--it was the rush.

The rush of his blood getting drained away, and the rush of the sweet poison flowing back inside his vein. It was reeked of desire, of mindless carnal indulgence. Yet it seeped into his soul and took hold.

Took hold of his mind, muddled with deafening fireworks and blinding lights. Took hold of his senses, shivers crawling along his spine and across his bare skin. Took hold of his breath, boiled down into mere gasping and writhing sound; pleading, airy, breathless. 

"E-Eru..."

The only thing he could manage between his lips, aside from choking gasps and mindless moans, was of a single name. But even that was getting shoved back inside his throat by invading fingers pressing on his tongue and grazing his palate.