The Demon Queen's lips devoured mine with passion, her hot body pressed against me, tightening even more.
Her hips were still seated over me, and I could feel her insides burning heat, like a blazing furnace, her pressure around me tightening as if she intended to trap me inside her forever.
I tried to break away from her kiss for a moment to breathe, but her hands wrapped around my head, only squeezing harder.
'Of course… this is punishment…!'
I reached that conclusion. The Demon Queen was punishing me now for making her wait too long. She was certainly not a fan of my endless questions.
I enjoyed this kind of punishment from her, but when it lasted over two minutes, it could leave permanent damage. I could literally feel my lungs burning from the lack of airflow.
I stopped trying to push her away—it was useless. I had to think of something else, something better.
My thoughts stopped there, as my hands moved quickly, grabbing her waist, lifting her light body, and flipping her onto her side.
Our lips parted, her fingers slid from the back of my head down my spine, her nails leaving red marks on my skin, as if making sure I understood my mistake.
"Hahaha…"
The Demon Queen laughed loudly, her black hair scattered around her, her glistening body lying on the bed under the crimson moonlight, looking as if it was made of living flames.
"Oh! You slipped out of me." Her wicked eyes glanced at the space between my legs with slight disappointment. "I wanted to see how long you could last without much movement."
I just watched her for a second, my breath ragged, while hers remained steady. I thought about what I should do, but I didn't need to think much when looking at her lying there. Her eyes were on me, as if she was waiting.
I smiled and leaned forward, wrapping my arms around her waist, lifting her lower body, trying to pull her back to me.
But I didn't expect her to move faster than me.
Her legs lifted over my hips, squeezing down, forcing me back inside her in a tighter, deeper way than before. Her eyes burned with an endless hunger, as if nothing would stop her from devouring me whole.
I let out a rough breath, my fingers digging into her thigh, the sensation of her in this new angle was more than I imagined.
"Am I still… being punished?" I muttered, while my hand slid down her leg, lifting it slightly to give the Demon Queen a stronger feeling.
Even though I asked, I was just teasing her—I already knew the answer. The moment I entered her again, going deeper, she only welcomed me eagerly. Her body responded to me as if reshaping itself to contain me.
"Not… yet," the Demon Queen replied, her voice trembling slightly. Her hands gripped the bed sheets tightly as if she were on the verge of breaking.
But I knew better. From the last time I slept with her, she gave me the impression that she could keep going forever. I simply didn't have that kind of stamina, so I focused on quality instead. And the Demon Queen's expressions were proof of my success.
I watched her face slowly shift, enjoying the way her eyelid twitched, the way she bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. But I wanted to hear her moan just once.
At that thought, the Demon Queen moved her face slightly to look at me. She gave a small, teasing smile and then… she began to moan.
"Ahh… Ahh… Hahh…
Her moans were soft and drawn out, like a warm breeze trembling in my ear, meant for me alone to hear. The sound of her voice sent shivers down my spine, making me press into her even more instinctively.
But worst of all, her moans shattered all my self-control to zero, making me release everything inside her.
She took it all within her, accepting it completely in deep silence with a smile that said, 'Be careful what you wish for', her eyes watching me as I collapsed, her lips curving in a small grin.
The Demon Queen opened her arms in an embrace, her smile unchanged.
I didn't think much before letting myself fall onto her, burying my face in her neck, allowing myself to sink into her completely.
The Demon Queen wrapped her arms around me, gently stroking my back as if soothing me after stealing everything from me. Her fingers played through my hair softly and tenderly.
Only when my breath steadied, the Demon Queen whispered next to my ear, her voice quiet but charged with emotion.
"I can't wait to moan for you again~."
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My head rested on the soft, sensitive belly of the Demon Queen. The thin layer of fat beneath her skin made it irresistible to touch, like lying on a freshly bought silk pillow.
But her belly had its own unique qualities that enhanced the experience. First, there was the scent—an intoxicating fragrance I couldn't quite place but had grown addicted to.
Second was the taste. Her skin on my tongue was a blend of smoothness and desire. And it wasn't just her breasts that she allowed me to suck on—every part of her body, including her stomach, was just as captivating. Simply tasting her was enough to pull my consciousness away from my thoughts.
With my head resting on her stomach, I faced downward, where her legs were bent up like a pale pink mountain, tinged with hints of blush here and there.
But my eyes could only see the lower half of that mountain—the valley, for lack of a better word.
Deep within the darkness of that valley lay a beautiful pink cave, its entrance narrow, but that never mattered. Tight was always better.
What I wanted from that cave was simple—to taste it, to bury my tongue inside. Was that so wrong to desire?
But the goddess who ruled over this realm—the one capable of splitting the pale pink mountain in two, allowing the light to pass through the valley and reach the beautiful cave—was unwilling.
"Are you trying to carve your own path there?~"
The Demon Queen's hand grasped my head, forcibly turning it so I faced her. But my eyes never made it past her large breasts, let alone between them to meet her gaze.
Still, even so, I answered her question.
"Yes… and I'd risk anything to succeed!"
If there was even the slightest chance, I would take it.
The Demon Queen watched me with an amused expression, drawing out the silence, stretching my hope—just to crush it moments later.
"Not happening. Seek elsewhere~" she said, then closed her eyes again.
I climbed her up a little, resting my head on her chest, my face just beneath hers. She opened one eye to glance at me before quickly closing it again.
Yet, she placed her delicate hand on my head, gently playing with my hair.
"Why? Is there a reason?" I asked, my voice carrying a hint of desperation.
The Demon Queen didn't open her eyes, but she still answered. "No particular reason. I just don't like the idea, and since I don't like it, you won't be doing it."
I wanted to press further, but her next words seemed designed to crush any remaining hope.
"I would rather carry your child first than let you do that."
I stared at her face for a few seconds before closing my eyes and surrendering. But surrendering, in my case, meant burying my face between her breasts—something she didn't seem to mind.
My thoughts wandered through everything that had happened, everything I had learned, and everything that remained unknown. I considered what I should do next, but the answer was the same one the Demon Queen had given me—just wait for the Hero's Seed to grow within me.
I was curious about what it meant to be a hero, but fortunately for me, the Demon Queen had already set aside time to teach me everything I needed to know.
So, my thoughts returned to the things I didn't know.
I lifted my face from her chest, only to find her staring at me, as if she had been waiting.
"That's not the look of someone waiting… that's the look of a Demoness who wants to kill herself because her partner won't shut up—mouth and thoughts…"
Despite the Demon Queen's sharp words, her expression was relaxed.
"But go ahead. Somehow, I find myself curious to understand your lack of awareness a little better."
I felt slightly insulted, but I quickly composed myself. My question would defend me—it would prove the level of my awareness.
"What do you think my name would have been if I hadn't lost my memory?"
For a moment, the Demon Queen seemed to consider my question seriously, but she quickly burst into laughter.
She had to rethink her reaction, though, when she saw the slight pout on my face in response to her mockery.
She let out a soft sigh, looking a little guilty.
"I don't know. And why would it matter? You'll find out eventually."
Her voice was gentle, her hand moving from my hair to caress my cheek.
I leaned into her soft touch before replying.
"I thought that if you could guess my name, I might recover some of my memories as a reaction."
Saying it out loud made me shrink in embarrassment. I didn't even look at the Demon Queen—I already knew her reaction.
'She's right… This isn't just a lack of awareness—this is beyond saving!'
But contrary to my expectations, she didn't react much at all. Her hand remained gently on my face.
She tilted my head to meet her gaze. She looked at me with kindness, tenderness… and deep thought.
'Is she seriously thinking about my dumb question?'
"I agree. Your question is dumb. But I understand why you'd want to know your name. I've killed enough sub-humans to understand them a little."
The Demon Queen continued watching me, and I did the same. But unlike her, I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just admiring her beauty.
She seemed to take it as a compliment—the way her lips curled into a lovely smile, the soft glow in her eyes as she gazed at me.
"Would you like me to give you a name for now? Until you regain your real one?"
Her question caught me off guard, pulling me out of my daze and making me focus on her suggestion.
I thought about it for a moment. It was a good idea for now—having a name instead of just being called "Hero" would feel nice. But what would happen when I'll regain my memories?
After more thought, I couldn't bring myself to accept it. The Demon Queen seemed to understand without me even needing to explain.
"So, you don't want me to call you 'Hero' anymore," she said. And before I could deny it, she continued, "Then I suppose you wouldn't like calling me 'Demon Queen' either."
I had no idea how she reached that conclusion, but I had to refute it. Sure, it was a bit impractical, but not to the point of discomfort or dislike.
I needed to make my thoughts clear—but hadn't they already been?
The Demon Queen smiled at me, as if she had found a solution to my problem.
"Since you don't want a name for yourself, why don't I give you a name that belongs only to me? A name that only I will call you by?"
I considered her words for a moment but found no reason to refuse. In fact, a new excitement ignited inside me.
"Then why stop there? Why don't I give you a name in return—one that only I will call you by?"
The Demon Queen's smile turned warm and affectionate. Her hand was still on my face, her thumb gently caressing my cheek.
She moved her other hand, cupping the other side of my face and pulling me toward her.
"Come to me," she whispered.
Her lips met mine in a soft, warm kiss.
I felt myself melt under her touch, under the sensation of her.
My heart beat in rhythm with hers. It was a strange feeling—but not one I disliked.
I wanted this closeness, this moment, to last forever.