Help! I Think We Summoned A Demon King

Myrra is in a dream.

A beautiful dream she’s had ever since her father was assassinated.

This dream starts with her being in her previous home, and living a fun and happy life with her dad, who’s very much alive in the dream.

Her dad would hunt for their food and prepare their meals, as Myrra happily assisted in the kitchen.

She was told her mother never made it through the delivery when having her, so it’s always been her and her father.

She also has no idea what her mother looked like when she was alive. But at least she could remember her father this way.

Thats why this dream had always been about her and her father, and all the beautiful and impactful moments in memory they shared, which her young mind had been able to retain.

Myrra sat on the porch of her old home, enjoying her favorite part of this dream sequence, where she watched her father chop logs of wood into usable bits, with a chop chop sound resonating through in calming nostalgia.

She could replay this memory of her loving dad chopping wood for the winter countless times because this was one of the rare moments of her dream where she gets a proper view of her late father and what he looked like.

She was scared that if she lost this memory, she would soon forget what he looked like. In this one, her father turns around to her during an axe raise, giving her the most wonderful smile that seems to cleanse away all the hurt.

However, something sounded quite off with her father’s chopping in this particular dream.

At first, it was subtle and barely noticeable, but to Myrra, who had had this dream countless times and memorized every detail was certain that the sound of her dad’s chopping wood had changed.

It now sounded less like wood chopping and more like... clapping on every hit of his axe through the block of wood and to the chopping block.

Myrra was confused as this continued, with the speed of her father’s chops becoming progressively faster.

He was doling out wooden blocks on the chopping block, and cutting them down with sounds that rang like slaps.... No.... squelching, actually.

This continued on as the pace increased, with her father’s hands and wood blocks blurring at the immense speeds with which he was going through those wood blocks, almost like a blur.

Myrra sat up in her dream, frazzled. This was not the dream she remembered, and that man whom she could barely make out what he now looked like .... was certainly not her father.

That was the trigger as her eyes sprang open in real life, lying on her mattress as she breathed in a deep breath.

But even after she woke up from that weird dream.... The sounds didn’t stop.

It got louder... and closer, squelching like slaps of wet skin to skin, repeatedly meeting in friction as something else seemed to have now been added to the mix.... A woman’s cries.

’What the hell is going on ?’ was the thought that first ran through Myrra’s mind as she slowly turned her head in the direction of the sound, and was met with a sight that almost caused her to scream out loud in panic.

Myrra stared wide-eyed at the naked form of her new lord. His carved muscles, inscribed with mesmerizing tattoos, and writhing veins spiralling through his entire form. She shuddered in a bashful blush.

But that wasn’t all; he wasn’t alone, there was someone else below him, and something long and large seemed to be elongated from the private region of her lord and appeared connected to the private region of this strange woman who was similarly naked and resplendently beautiful with glowing skin.

The squelching sounds and cries she had been hearing were actually coming from there.

Her lord was stabbing that large thing in and out of the lady’s privates at a ridiculous pace. She had both her thighs wrapped around him, crying and biting on his shoulders with her arms around his neck, while he was also sucking on both her breasts ravenously as he continued to pummel her.

But on a second look, Myrra realised, these weren’t ordinary cries...

No.... looking at the lewd and euphoric expression on the strange lady’s face, she appeared to be having the time of her life as the hero went in and out of her privates with progressively increased and gyrating tempo.

Myrra’s pussy throbbed, as it dawned on her what she was seeing.

’They are... mating..’ she thought as crimson blush spread through her cheeks. She recalled she had attempted to offer the same to her lord prior, while not even being certain what it entailed. She only knew it involved a man and a woman.

Kaelara’s crazy moans, and her lord’s continuous pounding of her pussy in repeated slaps of cock to pussy, caused a new indescribable sensation to flood Myrra as she stole furtive glances from the mattress at the duo.

’How would it feel....’ Myrra wondered as her right hand subconsciously slid into her garments, reaching for her breasts as she squeezed and fumbled them while she watched her lord continue to pound the lady’s pussy faster and faster.

She saw the lady’s expression becoming lewder by the minute as she moaned louder, pupils lost to the back of her skull, and mouth gaped open as she wrapped herself tightly around the hero while he delved deeper and deeper inside her with repeated savage thrusts.

Now burning hot with newfound arousal, Myrra’s other hand reached into her grey woolen pants unconsciously until they made contact with her now wet pussy.

She began to rub on her clit and labia as she imagined herself the one being pegged so thunderously by her lord, watching them as she rubbed faster and harder on her pussy while squeezing and rubbing on her tits and nipples in tandem.

She watched longingly at the carthatic expression on the lady below her lord; hunger and jealousy, blossoming deep within her, while she fingered herself, moaning softly so as not to draw attention.

Myrra saw her lord suddenly pull up the lady into a sitting position as his rod sank deeper inside her, causing her to moan louder in bliss while she rubbed faster to try replicating the feeling as she watched her lord resume pounding the lady’s pussy from that new position at an even faster pace.

"Oh!! .. My master!"

She heard the lady suddenly cry aloud in moaning, screaming ’master’, as her whole body convulsed vehemently.

She watched her wrap herself tighter around her lord, her toes buckling behind his back, and her expression contorting into one of immense pleasure before a fountain of liquid came gushing out from the lady’s vagina like a broken dam, as she arched her back and pussy into her lord in carthatic bliss.

’What was that ?!’ Myrra saw this as she could instinctively sense the sort of transcendent pleasure the lady must be having, looking at the crazed and lewd, expressive joy on her face as she collapsed backwards convulsing on the mattress with her lord’s penis still inside her.

Myrra wished with burning longing that she were in her place. She wished her lord’s dick were in her pussy instead as she moaned, rubbing more violently at her petals and squeezing at her milky jugs.

Noticing the beastial passion that had lasted for so long was finally coming to an end, Myrra begrudgingly pulled her hand from her dripping pussy and breasts and went back to pretending to be asleep.

A moment later.

Zorat looked down on the passed-out Kaelara, who had a joyous smile on her face as he felt the essence nectar already taking effect inside him and boosting his stats lightly.

He grinned, turned to the side to look at Myrra, who had her back to him.

Zorat knew she was pretending to be asleep, and he soon caught sight of the glaring wetness coating the back of her grey pants, right where her pussy is located.

A curious bird..... Hehehe