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It was neither a gentle whisper nor an earnest plea mixed with affection.
It was a fiercely arrogant command, merely to satisfy his curiosity.
Lucifer pressed down on Hayden’s body with an intimidating presence and used his free hand to stroke Hayden’s legs.
The legs submerged in the warm water were trembling for some reason.
As if mocking the tremor of muscles felt in his grip, Lucifer slipped through the cloth rippling in the bathwater and pressed Hayden’s perineum with his thumb.
Below the cloth that barely contained his adorable testicles, only a thin string was running across the perineum and passing over the entrance.
The thin string, too weak to stop Lucifer, was pushed aside, and Lucifer’s thick thumb opened the entrance.
The tightly closed hole opened, and hot bathwater seeped inside.
“Hnngh.”
Hayden’s face began to flush from the liquid filling his abdomen.
The bathwater, slightly warmer than his body temperature, heated his mucous membrane.
“St-stop, ungh, enough…”
Lucifer pressed a certain spot on the warm mucous membrane.
The inside felt soft, as if the slime had settled properly.
The slime not only prevented defecation but also had a habit of making the area where it lived more flexible and moist.
This was to create an environment similar to its natural habitat.
Among them, parasitic slimes particularly liked humid, damp, and warm environments.
Thus, the area where the individual resided would change like this if left alone for just a few days.
Lucifer didn’t know if this was why a human’s hole would become this soft, but it was a fact.
He easily inserted another finger and began to scissor, but the inner walls stretched without any problem.
The texture was soft and tight—not bad.
Perhaps this was similar to the feeling that young demons had when they caught and played with slimes.
“I don’t want, it. I don’t want, that…”
Lucifer narrowed his brow in displeasure as he toyed with him.
It was understandable that Lucifer would be annoyed when a mere sacrifice refused a command to yield his heart.
The back of his neck started to feel hot.
“I told you not to make me repeat myself.”
That displeasure stole away the gentleness that remained in him.
The Demon Lords generally controlled their own libido.
As demons who were faithful to their instincts, their lust was deep and intense, but for their own reasons, they only suppressed it with demonic energy, making it seem absent in ordinary times.
Lucifer’s reason was that he believed there was no one worthy enough to receive his cock.
Lucifer released his control for his own amusement after a long time.
As the demonic energy that suppressed his libido was released, the accumulated desire filled his body.
When their instincts are suppressed for too long, even Demon Lords are bound to feel a bit of stress.
Lucifer, feeling aroused by the sudden sense of liberation and the sight of the sacrifice panting, soaked in water, felt his cock greatly swell beneath the water.
A faint lust crossed Lucifer’s face.
It was the first time he had felt lust in a very long time.
His thick glans parted the water and touched the tightly closed entrance.
Even though he knew the body beneath him was stiffening, Lucifer forcibly tore open the entrance and shoved his cock inside.
The hole, split by the size it couldn’t accommodate all at once, accepted his cock while bleeding.
“Ah, ugh…!”
The column, thicker than Hayden’s forearm, pierced the inner wall along with air bubbles.
His lower abdomen felt heavy from the pressure of the water being displaced.
Even with only the glans inserted, his prostate felt crushed and about to burst.
“Hah, hngh, it hurts, it hurts, nngh…”
Hayden gasped, arching his neck in agony.
Amidst the intermittent gasps escaping from his choked throat, Lucifer gently pulled Hayden’s thigh.
The tightly attached inner membrane, intensely heated, clung to the veins on the shaft.
Hayden’s delicate toes clenched the formless water, scraping the sandals together.
Lucifer forcefully thrust his hips.
“Aack!”
‘Gurgle.’
Forcing out the water that was inside, Lucifer’s distinctly veined cock was driven into the hole.
Blood streamed from the entrance of the penis, which was thick from head to root.
It was enough to make one worry if his inner wall was torn.
Lucifer, intoxicated by the thick scent of blood even underwater, intensified the glow of his red eyes and smoothly raked his wet hair back.
“Do you feel like giving your heart to me?”
“I don’t, hngh…”
Hayden sobbed.
Was he going to deny it again?
Even after being presented with his cock, no less.
Just as Lucifer’s annoyance was about to rise, Hayden buried his face in his arm and whispered.
“I no longer, h-uh… want to harbor unrequited, hngh, feelings…”
Lucifer stopped his movements at Hayden’s sob and raised the hand that was gripping his thigh to caress his wet cheek.
Hayden flinched at the large hand that cupped his white cheek amidst his wildly dishevelled silver hair, and turned his flushed gaze away.
Lucifer, captivated by the weak eyes fixed on him, whispered seductively.
“Do you want to be rewarded?”
“……”
A flicker of expectation surfaced on Hayden’s face, which had been dominated by fear and stubbornness.
“Then you must yield your heart to me even more.”
Lucifer’s penis convulsed inside the firm inner wall.
Lucifer laughed softly, as if he had obtained what he wanted, and leisurely moved his hips.
“There is no creature who can receive my cock.”
“Nngh, hngh.”
“There is no greater reward for a mere human heart than this.”
The heavy pounding began.
“There is no greater reward for a mere human heart than this.”
“Reward…?”
The tone was as if a priceless treasure was being offered for a trivial service.
Hayden searched Lucifer’s face with wet eyes.
His abdomen felt like it was skewered on a red-hot iron rod from holding the scorching-hot member, and the pain was enough to bruise his restrained wrists blue, yet Lucifer’s faint smile and seductive whisper made his words feel entirely true.
As if the master was bestowing a prize upon his insignificant sacrifice.
Hayden showed a confused expression, as if enchanted by the word “reward.”
Lucifer looked down at the greatly bewildered Hayden and recalled the profile information on the sacrifice that Liefel had given him.
He had only skimmed the beginning, so he didn’t remember much, but he recalled that Hayden was an unwanted burden even in the Imperial family.
He remembered that this human had been cast out after losing the affection that was his due share to his younger sibling and resorting to various schemes.
‘Is that why he has such a desperate look for affection?’
Lucifer, who fundamentally lacked the desire to receive affection, couldn’t understand the feeling, but it seemed necessary to pour out even a false pretense of affection to tame this sacrifice.
The ability to cunningly use his tongue without a single shred of sincerity was a trait of the demon race.
“Yes. It is something I have never offered to others.”
At the words that he had never offered this to anyone else, his flushed cheeks seemed to deepen in color.
Despite looking observant, unsure whether to trust the demon, and harboring revulsion for the one who was violating his body, he pursed his lips as if he was genuinely delighted by the words.
Lucifer felt a strange emotion at the sight of the sacrifice averting his gaze, unable to conceal his excitement even though he had received this from the demon he had tried so hard to hate.
‘Strange.’
Everything was strange: the sacrifice’s face, a mix of revulsion and excitement; the sudden softening of his backside; and his wiggling, slender fingers.
Perhaps the strangest one was himself.
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