The Demon Lord's Bride (BL)

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.

The dark lashes fluttered between the rush of dread and desire, head thrown back into the pale shoulder. His neck was pulsing with life; with pain and pleasure.

Whimpers flew between his glistening lips once the piercing fang retreated. No, the rush didn’t stop. As his blood and mana started to circulate around his body again, the sweet poison spread even more, seeping into every corner of his consciousness, as if his mind hadn’t been mushed into a lusty mess already.

"Mmh--ahh..." the fingers retreated from his mouth, and he was free to voice his further arousal, moaning into the cold air and heated breath.

"What are you afraid of, mm?" the vampire kissed the puncture wound, licking the leftover blood so it wouldn’t stain the sheet beneath them. "The pain?" the red lips traveled to the demon’s ear, whispering in a low, airy voice while stroking the leaking genital. "Or the pleasure?"

The demon gasped, back arching and impaling himself further on the vampire. "...much," he groaned. "T-too much..."

"So it’s the latter," Eruha laughed softly, letting go of the demon’s dark, throbbing length. Eruha gasped harshly, lips parted and panted, begging for air, begging for a kiss...who knows.