Chapter 55: stop holding out princess R18
With a flick of his wrist, the shadows in the corners of the room suddenly came alive. Wisps of cool, dark mist crept up the sides of the bed, wrapping gently but firmly around Camilla’s wrists and securing them to the headboard. The stark contrast of the freezing shadow tendrils against her burning, feverish skin made her gasp, her back arching instinctively off the mattress.
"M-Malakai... let go," she whined, though her voice lacked any real bite. The venom had turned her voice into a needy, pleading purr. "Release me... this thing is so cold," she pleaded.
"Now, why would I do that?" Malakai whispered, leaning down. "You wanted your compensation. It’s my duty as your servant to give you exactly what you deserve. And I intend to give it to you in full."
He leaned in close, his hot breath fanning against her highly sensitive pointed ear. He gave the soft tip a gentle, teasing nibble, dragging his teeth lightly along the edge. Camilla let out a sharp, trembling shiver, her own tail coiling around his even more tightly as a series of sweet, uncontrollable moans escaped her lips.
"My, my... look how eager your tail is," Malakai mocked softly. His golden eyes locked onto hers as he trailed his lips down her jawline to the crook of her neck. He pressed a warm, open-mouthed kiss against her collarbone, sucking gently until he left a dark, possessive mark. Then, lifting his head slightly, he ran his long, warm demon tongue slowly around her neck, letting the overwhelming sensation flood her senses.
Camilla whimpered, completely at his mercy. "Please... don’t tease me. Just... do something. Mm, ahh..."
"Don’t worry, my soft little princess. We are just getting started," Malakai murmured.
He formed a supple tentacle out of the shadows on the wall, using it to grab the bottle of sweet oil. The shadow tossed it over, and Malakai caught it in his hands. Uncapping it with his teeth, he poured a generous amount of the warm, fragrant liquid directly onto her collarbone, letting it slick down over her chest.
Using his broad, warm hands, Malakai began to massage the oil into her skin. He spread it all over her chest, his thumbs tracing slow, heavy circles over her breasts. The friction of his calloused hands combined with the slick oil made her nipples harden instantly. He pinched the sensitive peaks lightly, eliciting a loud, breathless moan from her that echoed in the quiet room.
"Don’t be quiet on me now. Make as much noise as you want—it’s your compensation, after all, so enjoy it," Malakai growled, his dominant side completely taking over.
He bent down, sliding his hand beneath her back to deftly unbutton her bra and slowly remove it. Moving forward, he captured one slick, oiled breast in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the peak while his hand vigorously massaged the other.
"Ah! Mal... Malakai!" Camilla cried out, her head tossing from side to side against the pillows. The shadow tendrils held her wrists firmly in place, forcing her to endure the overwhelming tide of pleasure washing over her highly sensitized body.
He didn’t let up. His hand slid down her stomach, slick with oil, moving lower and lower until his fingers brushed against the soaking-wet fabric of her panties.
"You’re already dripping wet, Camilla," Malakai whispered. His fingers easily slid past the barrier to find her swollen, pulsing center. He slipped two fingers inside her, testing her tight insides while his thumb pressed firmly against her clitoris.
Camilla screamed softly, her hips lifting off the bed as she desperately chased his touch. The venom made every single stroke of his large fingers feel like an electric shock straight to her brain. Her inner walls instinctively clamped down, gripping his fingers tightly as he moved them around.
Yet, no matter how fast or deep inside her Malakai drove his fingers, Camilla’s stubborn pride refused to let him claim complete dominance over her mind.
"Are you going to keep holding out on me?" Malakai asked, deliberately tapping her upper walls before slowly pulling his fingers out.
"Do your worst, pretty boy," Camilla challenged through heavy pants. "Do you think I can’t take—ah—mm—I can take it, so don’t you dare think about holding back!"
Malakai leaned back on his knees, a wicked smirk spreading across his face. "Well, if you insist... then I shall."
Camilla’s entire body went rigid as she felt two new shadow tendrils press against her burning skin. The two tendrils snaked their way upward from her lower back to her chest, coiling snugly around her waist as they slithered over her bare flesh. Camilla let out more sweet moans, trying her absolute best to suppress them, but the friction was agonizingly good. Once they reached her breasts, the shadows wrapped themselves around the soft mounds, slowly squeezing and releasing them while the very tips of the tendrils rubed against her hardened nipples.
Camilla arched her back, trying her best to hold out and endure the overwhelming pleasure. It was mostly her pride keeping her going now; even if Malakai had clearly already won, she wanted to put up a fight long enough to annoy him.
Malakai looked down at the squirming princess and laughed. He parted his lips, revealing a long, prehensile tongue coated in a brilliant, gleaming gold. The edges were intensely serrated, lined with soft, dangerous barbs. He opened his mouth wide in a triumphant smile, showing off his sharp fangs and his long tongue in all its glowing glory.
"Wait?!" Camilla pleaded, her eyes widening. "What the hell is that thing?! Is... is that your tongue? Put it away right this instance!"
Malakai tilted his head, slightly confused by her sudden outburst. "Is something wrong, Camilla?"
"Yes! That tongue of yours! Since when is it golden, and why is it serrated?! Did you really plan on putting that thing inside me?! What happened to taking things slowly?" she pouted, her face flushing even deeper.
"...Are you afraid of my tongue?"
"Yes! Of course I am!" she admitted breathlessly. "If you use a tentacle or your fingers, I can at least take it for a few minutes... but that thing has way too many points of contact!"
Malakai paused, dispelling all of his shadow tentacles and removing them from her body. "Camilla, are you okay?"
"I’m fine," she whispered back. "Um... you see, the thing is... how do I put this?" She looked away nervously, her fingers twiddling together. "I went to a demon city a few years back to look for an old acquaintance, and I ended up going to the red-light district with him to get an item I needed. And, um... well, there was a show for the rich clients. It was a ’Rabbit and Fox’ show. Do you know what that is?"
"Yes, I have heard of it," Malakai responded, his interest piqued.
"Well, there was this big wolf woman and a demon imp. She was dominating the entire performance until he used a tongue that looked exactly like yours. It was much smaller and shorter, but it turned her into a crying, shivering mess."
Malakai leaned down and silenced her with a deep, reassuring kiss. His tongue and hers swirled around each other in a passionate rhythm before he slowly pulled away, a string of saliva bridging between them.
"What was that for?" she asked in a low, baffled tone.
"No matter how much I love to tease you, Princess, I will never do anything to genuinely hurt you," Malakai chuckled softly, giving her a genuinely warm smile.
"So even if I start to cry... and make a lot of noise, you won’t—Nmm! Hey, what was that for?!" Camilla gasped, her hand instinctively reaching down to grab a shadow tentacle that had just crawled between her thighs and over her privates.
"No matter how much noise you make, I will always care for you," he whispered, leaning in and biting down softly on her neck.
Camilla let out a soft moan, her resistance completely melting as she wrapped her arms around his broad, muscular back. "Are you going to say that you love me?" she asked mischievously, her nails tracing the defined lines of his spine.
Malakai looked up, staring directly into her beautiful purple eyes. "Maybe on our wedding day I’ll say those magic words. But for now, my love... let’s turn things up."
His shadow tentacle slid out from under her breast and plopped directly into her hand. Knowing exactly what was about to happen, Camilla gripped the solid shadow with all her strength and closed her eyes. In the next moment, she let out a soft, startled eep as her legs were lifted high and pulled right up to his face.
"Ahhh!"
Camilla’s toes curled tight and her legs instinctively wrapped around Malakai’s head as his thick, golden, serrated tongue made its way inside her soaking-wet center.
Gripping her hips firmly with his broad hands, he drove his tongue deeper, swirling it around and letting the soft barbs rub rhythmically against her highly sensitive inner walls. The venom potion intensified the pleasure to mind-breaking levels. Camilla twisted and turned against the mattress, her eyes rolling back into her head as her claws dug deeper into the shadow tentacle she was holding.
Malakai eventually pulled his tongue from her dripping pussy, but he didn’t stop. He dragged it slowly up her body, slithering over her pulsing clitoris, up her stomach, and all the way back to her neck, where he bit down gently to mark her once more.
He continued to play with her body, driving her completely insane with his touch. Lifting her up effortlessly, he placed her securely on his lap before leaning down to bite her breast and lazily lick her hardened nipple.
Camilla’s head snapped back as she let out a loud, echoing moan. She was at her absolute limit.
Sensing the tight tension in her body, Malakai slid his index and middle fingers back inside her. He began to massage her insides, moving faster and harder the more she tensed up against him.
"I’m going to cum—please slow down, you brute!" she cried out in pure pleasure, her walls violently gripping his fingers.
"Stop holding back and come already," Malakai chuckled, feeling her love juices coat his hand.
Camilla gripped his shoulders tightly, releasing a sweet, breathless moan as she begged him to go faster. Malakai complied, accelerating his pace until Camilla completely lost control, overloading as she squirted all over his hands.
"Huff... huff... huff..." she panted heavily, her chest rising and falling rapidly as the waves of the orgasm finally subsided.
"Do you want my tentacles next, or something else entirely, my lady?" he teased softly, rubbing her bare back in slow, soothing circles.
"You’ve had your fun," she whimpered softly, leaning her head against his chest. "I’ll be the one in charge of the next round... once I recover."