Demon Lord: Erotic Adventure in Another World-Chapter 805: The Heart of a Lonely Immature Elf.

Asmodeus leaned comfortably against a wooden throne big enough to seat three people with his back draped in a soft cotton robe. A contented dark elf lay belly-first across his lap, plump butt swaying in the air with each breath.

He rested his hand on her thigh, squeezing the soft meat just below where her pear-shaped curve formed—a comfortable heat leaking into his palm from her smooth skin.

"How does it feel?" He asked, while stroking up and down her legs, kneading her thighs and buttocks, while savouring the contrast between the tight muscles and squishy fat.

"Mm~ you’re being naughty again..." She swatted at the large palm, spreading her cheeks, looking back at him with her tongue pushed out. "Since you made my legs so feeble, face the consequences!"

He tilted his head to the side. "Wasn’t it you who begged me for more the moment you regained consciousness? Even Sariel and Riel were shocked..."

"Ah... well... Idiot!" Ciela’s cheeks flushed bright red as she turned back, popping out her hips as if to hit him with her butt.

Pah!

Without mercy, his hand slapped her ass.

The violent wobble of her butt followed the loud clap of flesh.

"Nn!"

"Well, well, do you like that?" He lifted the corners of his mouth, amused by the way she acted tough on purpose.

’Maybe she wanted something like this...?’

He raised his brows, then glanced at her, peeking at him from under her arms, wet green eyes still carrying the hunger he’d fought three hours ago.

"Ciela... when did you change your race?!" He gasped, covering his mouth.

"Eh?"

She lifted her face, removing the arms protecting her, staring at him with a bewildered expression, "What do you mean?!" She asked.

Asmodeus slipped his fingers between her supple curves, finding a hot, steamy crevice still oozing a dense, translucent goo.

Squelch~

He spread his fingers, revealing thick, viscous threads of her honey.

"See?"

Her eyes shifted to the copious amount of love juice dripping from his fingers. "Such a shame, my beloved elven princess who was shy and innocent... now she sprawls on my lap naked, swaying her ass like a—"

Her body swivelled as she spun her left leg at his face. #

Pah!

Asmodeus blocked with his forearms, reacting instantly. Then grabbed her ankle and slid himself between her thighs, kneeling on his throne. He spread her entrance with ease, skewering deep inside her with a single thrust.

"Guha...!?"

One hand held her head down, while the other grabbed both her wrists, yanking them behind her back.

"What did you expect?"

"Nggh... You were going to call me a whore! I just wanted to win!"

He frowned at the subtle movements inside her, which caressed him with amazing comfort. Despite his aggression, Ciela’s reaction lacked impact. If anything, she seemed elated to be penetrated again. She squeezed her muscles and released them every few seconds, but used a different group, creating a Mexican wave using her undulating walls.

"Stop. We need to discuss going to see your mother and father." He pulled on her arms, raising her off the throne’s arm.

"No~ baby, please?"

"..."

Before he could stop... the pair began shaking atop the holy throne created for him by Serena and his other wives, who left after a brief orgy. They had gone to play with the children after a short session of enjoyment.

Soon, Ciela’s hoarse moans filled the empty halls, and after half an hour, the pair came to a stop, finally spent, they rolled off the throne and lay on the raised stage, cuddling in their natural state.

"Haa... Ha... You’re such a monster." Ciela dropped her powerless arm on his chest.

The blow lacked power or intent to harm, so he ignored it, letting her warmth seep into his flesh as he stared at the ceiling.

’I guess even I have limits...’

Suddenly, Ciela rolled over his left arm, hugging his chest, her head lazily resting on his shoulder. "Thank you..." She whispered into his ear.

The soft vibrations and sweet scent of her breath were refreshing enough to spur a surge of energy to jolt through his body. "What’re you talking about, we’re husband and wife... Sex is just as much for me as it is for you."

"No..." She rolled her head on his body, too weak to shake it. "I was selfish... because of how much I missed you..." Ciela’s soft emerald eyes peered up at his.

He struggled to see her face because she was just below his chin, but her eyes lacked the lust and hunger from before.

They looked misty, almost as if she was about to cry.

Asmodeus wrapped his sore arm around her, ignoring the dull ache as he cupped her soft mounds, enjoying the benefits while acting caring.

"Don’t be like that, talk to me. I am here, alone with you now."

"Ahaha." Ciela’s laugh leaked weakly as she cleared her throat.

There was a moment of silence, enough to hear the soft thump of her heart against his chest, a comfort that helped Asmodeus relax, no matter the situation.

"Normally, elves are supposed to spend thousands of years together; our lives are long... everlasting, some might say." She lost the rough and playful tone from before, and the familiar tone returned.

"Isn’t that a good thing?" He shifted to the side, allowing him to meet her eyes.

She smiled briefly before rocking her head. "It might be, if I could be like my mother, ever focused and patient... but a moment without seeing you is..." Her long ears drooped along with her brows as she reached out, holding his cheeks.

Ciela stroked him as if he were delicate porcelain. "When you are not here, I feel as though I have become a tree without roots, the wind without rain. A hollow copy of myself that loses all sense of purpose and drive."

’What should I say?!’

Asmodeus didn’t always have an answer, a plan or a method to coax and soothe women.

He was originally a scumbag who would leave before the sun rose. Upon learning of the ticklish, overwhelming feeling known as love, thanks to these wonderful women. His struggle became something he desperately wished to overcome.

"I..."

The moment he tried to speak, she blocked his lips with her finger. "Don’t."

Her finger tasted salty yet sweet as she pressed down against his lips. He lowered his eyes, then raised them to meet her gaze, trying to communicate that he wouldn’t speak. She chuckled to herself before stroking him.

Her words were slow and rhythmic like a mother telling her child a bedtime story.

"Ever since I’ve met you, the action and excitement never stopped... we would hunt monsters, enter dungeons and travel the continent. Now, after becoming your wife, I rarely have the time to join you for simple things..."

Her face twisted, eyes brimming with tears, while her lips trembled.

"I thought I would be okay... that I wouldn’t fall for you to the point I would collapse. But... I have!" She took his hand on her chest and placed it against her heart. He could feel the pounding thud increasing with each word. "It’s so empty when you are not close to me. I get jealous, cranky, lonely, all things elves are supposed to be adept at dealing with. Yet, here I am... obsessing over you, every hour of the day!"

He hugged her body tighter, knowing that he wasn’t the perfect husband. Despite being an emperor, there were too few things he could give them.

’If you wanted to see me, you could’ve asked...’

Asmodeus thought to himself, desperate to understand but also unable to sell his efforts short when it came to his family.

’Who else would use a divine-grade ability, slowing time even if he can spend just a single hour extra with his wives?’

Her cheeks suddenly puffed up as she pinched him. "I’m not blaming you, don’t glare at me with that ’I do my best’ look!" She sighed, rolling ever closer to him, the soft heat from her creating a curtain of warmth on his left side.

"I just want to be with you... If you leave, let me come with you. Or if it’s too difficult... then... I don’t know but..."

"Ciela."

"Mm?!"

Before she could sink back into her self-loathing and obsessive desires, he hugged her tight, their bodies pressed face to face, enough to smell the musky, sweet and sour scents merging, along with their hot, strained breaths.

He lifted her chin, forcing her to look into his eyes; if she avoided his gaze, he turned her to face him.

"What do you want?" He asked in a calm, but stern voice.

"I..."

"Tell me what you want, from me, from our child, from this kingdom... I will answer you honestly, whether that answer is what you wish for. I cannot say, but I know I will never lie to your face."

She shook in his embrace, her ears drooped as she bit her lip, dragging it gently while hesitating to speak. It took a moment before she curled into his arms, her face pressed against his muscular chest, sniffling.

"I want to be with you, to stay with you, no matter where you go, or what you do. When you are not here, I find myself seeking you out... fighting with my sisters... hating them whenever you smile at them or flirt with them. These dirty, bitter feelings... fester deep within me, like a curse. I am supposed to be different... to accept, be happy and fulfilled and yet..."

Asmodeus closed his eyes, immersing himself in Ciela’s heat, scent, touch... everything about her from the faint scent of freshly cut grass, to the sweet hint of vanilla flowing from her hair, or the way her skin tasted of honey.

"Our child comes first."

He loved his wives and would die for them, but since he became a father, he swore not to abandon any duties or responsibilities towards them.

"Of course! Sylwen is my sweetheart~ our precious treasure."

Ciela’s mood shifted, allowing him to speak his mind without worry.

"Then, as long as Sylwen doesn’t suffer, you can quit your position as a trainer and knight."

"Eh?"

"From now on, you will remain beside me, as my guard and wife." Asmodeus couldn’t magic everything away. He wasn’t a genius either. Her words sounded like she missed him, wanted to be with him more and to avoid that, he would keep her beside him, whether she liked it or not.

Her lips curled upward into a cute smile.

But he quickly followed up.

"Don’t smile so quickly, that means if I am sleeping with Velvet, Serena, Liana, Asmodea... any of them. You will sit at the end of the bed and watch, unless permitted to join. Does it still sound so great?"

"Mhm!" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

Yet she remained cheerful, her shoulders loosened, relaxing in his embrace like a kitten which finally felt safe. Then, as if her energy finally ran out, her head dropped, hitting his chest as she mumbled something.

"Good... that’s how it used to be..."

Asmodeus shook his head with the sleeping dark elf in his arms, a wry smile on his lips. The solution was so simple to achieve that he almost wanted to slap her buttocks, ruining her comfortable sleep.

"Why can’t women just be direct..."