Help! I Think We Summoned A Demon King-Chapter 22: Kaelara Malverin

Kaelara POV.

Kaelara Malverin. Only child of Victor Malverin.

Kaelara lived a privileged life.

She wanted for nothing, was pampered by her parents and had a very good childhood friend that’s also the princess of the kingdom.

She thought life would always be rainbows and bunnies; that was until she turned twenty three years old.

It all started one morning when Kaelara woke up from sleep and saw that her breasts had become much larger, and that her nipples were leaking a peculiar liquid.

She at first brushed it off as being a second awakening of her pubertic genes, and went about her days like nothing had happened.

Kaelara soon started to note some changes in herself.

She no longer liked to play around with her friend the princess. She no longer liked to read books or analyse literary works. She no longer loved doing any of the other things she loved to do before.

Kaelara now had an itch.

An itch between her thighs.

An itch that just won’t go away.

Her breasts stopped growing but they became increasingly more perfect. Bouncy, juicy....

and most importantly; they continued to leak that peculiar liquid every morning she woke up; soaking her sheets and clothes...

and with it; she found she was becoming more horny by the second.

She tried to fight it. She tried to run from it. But the aching in her warmth lingers all the same.

She was losing her mind by the day. Dreaming of male genitals.

Drawing them.

Painting them.

Sculpting them.

Of course she does all this where her parents could never find out. She also hides this part of herself from her best friend.

Kaelar felt it was just too shameful. A disgusting craving, so lewd and embarrassing.

All she could think about all day was male genitals.

She was supposed to be the chaste and pure flower of the grand vizier’s home.

But she was turning into a sex crazed whore.

Kaelara didn’t know what was happening to her.

But she knew she needed to get a hot steaming rod inside her petals before she goes completely insane with lust.

She needed an out. She needed to soothe her aching and pulsing privates.

Then it happened.

The first was a stable boy that served in their household and was obviously enamored by her beauty.

She was hopeful that doing it with this stable boy would finally put out the flame burning between her thighs.

But she was wrong.

He wasn’t enough. Not even close.

Kaelara disposed of the stable boy cleanly with a lethal poison. Then she buried his body in the woods in order to hide her secrets.

Life continued on; and the itching only grew worse.

It became an obsession. A greedy hole between her warm thighs that could never be sated.

Men after men.... Tried and failed to satisfy her.

The baker’s son....

The head butler’s son...

The messenger boy....

The young gardener.....

All men of commoner status, so she could dispose of them easily when the did was done.

Still....

Her hole grew deeper.

Her need grew wilder.

The aching of her flower intensified. Insatiable. Discontent.

Kaelara was running out of options.

It was tiring to pretend all day. In front of her mother, her father, and her best friend. Putting on the act of a chaste woman of virtue was exhausting.

She just wants her flower to be filled deeply. She wanted to be unmade. To be brought to completion and beyond.

But that desire was proving to be an herculean task.

Now she goes through life; a hollow shell. detached and languid. Unfulfilled and hungry.

Kaelara had not planned to attend the banquet organized for these so-called heroes tonight.

Thanks to her position as the daughter of the grand vizier, she overheard some interesting things about these hero candidates...

...and they aren’t really as special as everyone makes them out to be.

Being favored by the goddess doesn’t always mean something good.

Still...even though she doesn’t think much of heroes; they were still beings that could potentially swat anyone from this world like a fly at the same level.

And they also had the ability to reach that speculated realm. The immeasurable realm.

But Kaelara didn’t care for such potential. She was apathetic to both the inner workings of the kingdom or whatever strategic move her friend and father were trying to pull on one another by bringing these heroes to their side.

She had her own problems. One she couldn’t share with anyone living. Known only to her and the diary she keeps under her bed.

However, because of her friend’s insistence, she had to make an appearance.

When the princess first told her she intended to bring the hero of item box to her team, she had told her it wasn’t necessary because such a hero was useless and also the weakest.

She should at least fight for the hero of blade or the lightning and flame hero.

But her friend had argued that securing a definite is more profitable than securing some maybe’s who were still on the fence between her and her father.

Her retort made sense to Kaelara and she chose to just observe this hero of item box.

However, when this hero appeared before Kaelara. Something seemed unusual to her.

This hero was a walking and talking contradiction.

He looked both ordinary and unordinary at the same time. Kaelara wondered how this was even possible.

His voice was velvet like songs to the soul, and his eyes were like the stars in the night sky.

She felt both a strange comfort and measured apprehension in his presence. The juxtaposition nearly does Kaelara’s head in.

Kaelara had been with a lot of men. She was at this point a professional in reading men....

But....

There was nothing to read about this hero. Even the looks he sends her way confused her...

She had seen lust in men directed at her; cravings; desires. But this hero wasn’t even looking at her like a person...

It felt like he was looking at a tool....an inanimate object if you may.

If that was only the oddity; it would have been manageable...But the most important oddity...

Were her urges....

The heat between her thighs was blossoming into a volcano with every word this hero spoke.

The sensation on her breast and tingles in her nipples, all seem to sing aloud whenever she met his gaze.

It was extreme... almost ... primal.

But she couldn’t give in. Her entire being wanted to... She wanted so badly to take this man deep inside her....

Maybe he might be the one to finally fill her...and soothe her throbbing flower.

..But the consequences stalled her action.

Unlike the commoners she uses and disposes of. This is a hero of the kingdom....

Using him to suit her urges was one thing ... but what happens after ?

At least that was her line of thinking until she heard the hero say....

"Your... restlessness. I believe I have the remedy."

At first she was surprised....

And there was that look in his eyes yet again that sent sparks of lightning dancing down her lower petals.

Perhaps he does know her secrets?

And he wasn’t freaking out, or disgusted by her...

Kaelara wasn’t sure how to feel about this.

What does she do in such a situation?

Does she kill the hero of the kingdom to continue hiding this part of her....

Or does she let him live and prove the efficacy of this so-called remedy ?.

His next words would decide his fate.