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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+
Not enough ratings
657 Chs

No amount of adult conversation could prepare me for this (M)

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," he told me, all the while his fingers actively plunging in and out of me.

"H-huh?"

"I think I'll have to make you come first," he said with an apologetic smile. "So you can relax more."

I pressed my lips. I really wanted to come with him inside of me today, but...in the end, I nodded reluctantly. "Okay..."

He chuckled and started to kiss me. It was a sign of fast and brutal onslaughts in my hole. His hands move faster, further, wider, as if carving a path on my channel. As he did so, he also made sure to press into my prostate, making me gasp and moan into his mouth, hips twisting at every shooting pleasure that got my skin heating up. 

"Natha--Natha!" I grasped his shoulder and tried to push him away. "I...I think it's alright now, y-you can--!"