“I see,” he spat out before looking down at his hand. Swiftly losing grip around the handle, the doors stopped any presence from outside. “I wondered how many more days it would take,” he voiced out before starting to step forward, fully focused on her squirmish expression.

  However, as anxious as her eyes appeared to be, she swiftly composed herself. Putting on a calm demeanor, the demon tried to ease her way amidst the man. “If you worried so much, you could have come to me by yourself, no?” Still, the benign voice didn’t fit the tranquility of her face. And, as her ears took in the man’s following words, the facial muscles staggered whilst flinching.

  “I’m just a slave, my lady, I wouldn’t dare intrude your room without permission,” replying to the question, the lady soured around the nose and eyebrows.

  “I don’t like that, please stop,” with a meek plea, her words brushed his ears, swiftly changing under the request.

  “Alright. Then, can you finally tell me the reason why I’m here?”

  Immediately, as the question befell onto the purple hairs veiling her ears, Zyponia became immured. Frozen in place, silence prevailed.

  Regardless, closing her eyes before taking a deeper breath, she eventually exhaled. “I wanted to talk about the previous topic, but mainly that night. Most importantly, I wanted to straighten things out,” her tongue started to roll about when she stopped midway, glancing off into the side. “I… I don’t know what got into me with the idea of drinking, for which I’m sorry-”

  “You don’t have to be,” he suddenly interjected, leaving the other side to furrow her eyebrows. Unable to speak under his voice, she briskly stared into him. “I had a great time that night. Though, I don't know if you feel the same.” The voice immediately made her eyes widen.

  “Wha-?” A mutter came under her chaotic breath, swiftly looking into him. “N-no, me too,” she barely restrained her voice, only to whisper again as she realized the words. “Me too, I enjoyed it.”

  Yet, hearing the words, Lutiel’s gaze couldn’t help but scour through the girl’s face, stopping around the still unsettled eyes. “What’s the problem?” He inquired, only to hear her heavier than usual breath.

  “We had a great time that day, but in the end, we’re just a master and a servant. We should have never done what happened then and there, I’m sure you know which part I’m referring to.” Blossoming light pink around her face, the man’s eyes were omitted, ensuring not to look directly at his face.

  “Are you saying we should just forget it happened?”

  “No,” she replied tersely, with an immediate reaction. “As inappropriate as it was, I can’t just forget it, precisely because it happened,” adding on, her voice beamed within the pale ears.

  Furrowing slightly, Lutiel looked at her twice, both of the times witnessing the demon girl stepping closer and closer.

  “Are you sure you want this?” Changing back to a more solemn face, he tried to confirm her actions. And, seeing her nod weakly, he himself started to go forward slightly.

  “Yes, I need to see whether I’ve made the correct decision. Rather, are you not throwing me away?” She asked, checking around his eyes to make sure. Yet, in a heartbeat, her slave spoke up.

  “Why should I? We both want it again, no?” Lingering just a few steps away from her, the question wasn’t answered as the two focused on one another. Halting themselves a step away, their faces barely stopped from meeting. Though, sharing the same gleam in the eyes, they leaned forward amidst no hesitation.

  Both of the breaths hastened while their lips came closer, neither looking ahead in order to indulge even further. Met with the staggering softness, Lutiel swiftly moved his arms up. Quickly, another delicate feeling embraced his grasp, yearning for her face to bring it even closer than at the moment.

  Dancing through their mouths against the other’s, the girl began pushing deeper. Pervading through his lips, her sleek tongue wriggled inside before catching hold of his. Entwining them through the halted breaths that begged for more air, neither pulled away regardless of their needs.

  Still, eventually and through intermittent breaks, they refilled their capacity, but didn’t hinder the motions.

  Parting away before inhaling more air, the duo immediately came back, the silence drowning away beneath their sultry gasps and sucking of the flesh.

  The din of their smooching reverberated across the room, stopping only as they finally pried away from each other, staring at the other’s face with hasty breaths.

  Yet, as her chest wreaked havoc inside, meek moans crawled out of her mouth once Lutiel lowered his lips for the sleek neck. Moving the hair away to forget and ingrain himself into her skin, the butler became momentarily stuck against it, slowly descending down the neck beneath her voice.

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  “I was waiting for this for so long,” she finally broke free from the pleasure. “Angh, you’re too rough, my skin will be discolored again,” adding softly, the girl didn’t say it again despite being continuously kissed along the surface.

  “Why didn’t you call for me earlier? Raeyine said you weren’t training as much," adding whilst still focused on her body, the girl suddenly yelped as his hands grabbed her by the teal dress, around her buttcheeks.

  “I couldn’t think because of you. I tried using my fingers to ease the thoughts, but it was nowhere close,” whispering whilst putting her lips along his ears, the girl swiftly headed downwards with her left hand, starting to massage a bulging area with the palm. “You’re as hard as a rock down there, you know?”

  “It’s your fault,” saying so, he quickly stole her lips, but it didn’t stop the girl from pervading through his pants and delivering her hand around the thing he kept inside. Swiftly surrounding it with her fingers, she traced up and down along the shaft, grunt following through the breaks they took to kiss.

  The pants started to sink into her wrist as his member swelled up further, to which the girl quickly took the hand out, feeling as his grasp lingered around her shoulders. Stopping the actions of both of them, he took off the straps around her shoulders one by one, at the same time drooping them down along her arms before making the dress fall to her feet.

  Yet, instead of leering over the deep red lingerie she was wearing, he focused on her hands, which started to linger around the belt. Unbuckling it swiftly, the girl needed to pull them down because of his shaft holding it up. Yet, as she did, Zyponia stared at the underwear, stretched out to the point of revealing what was kept inside.

  Kissing briskly at the same time as she undressed her butler’s attire, before long, he also loosened the socks and shoes.

  Both of them stood on the carpet, bare except for their underclothing. They didn’t undress yet. Grabbing him by the hand, the girl started to guide the man right towards the bed with curtains, going through the red fabric with her left hand before swiftly tossing him onto the made bedding.

  With his back, the man lay on the bed patiently, watching as the girl from above started to crawl across his body filled with faint, but slightly darker than his head hairs. With enough room to fully sprawl out his limbs, the man made himself comfortable whilst the girl sat on his lap, bringing his pale, cusped underwear close to the stomach. Sitting on her calves and clinging to his waist, she stared at the man for a while, only to finally reach her hands towards the thing she eyed eagerly.

  Grasping onto the underwear, Zyponia’s fingers slipped inside before pulling onto it, his fully erect penis springing up into the red gleam they stayed within. Her face breaking up into a faint crease around the lips, she leaned down with the torso, squishing the erection with her stomach. Focused on his face, she quickly burrowed herself into him, the man reciprocating immediately whilst grasping her hands and entwining their fingers.

  Sprawling the arms out to the side, he closed his eyes. Indulging into the lady before him, they continued to kiss for countless breaths, their mixed saliva dripping onto him as she finally raised herself, still holding onto his hands. Still, the girl swiftly broke their contact, moving back to brace her sight around the standing shaft of her slave.

  Feeling the hastened tightness in her chest, she moved forward with the hands regardless, quickly circling her palm around the glans. Immediately, her sight moved upwards, struck by the sudden groan reverberating inside her ears. Hasting her pace around the member under his soft moans, she brought over the second hand to hold the base still.

  Yet, despite the delightful expressions around Lutiel whilst his lady stroked his penis, after a few repetitions, she noticed just how hard it felt to move around. Gripped tightly around her palm, she halted the actions before staring at it for a while, with eyes screaming curiously.

  Swiftly, his eyes and eyebrows widened up as he watched her face come closer to his shaft. Trying to move all of a sudden seemed futile, however. Feeling as though something stuck to him around the ankles and wrists, his lips parted immediately. “Zyponia, ah?” But when he began uttering something, the spit she released towards his tip swayed slightly as she glanced up.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing, please continue,” with short reply, he sunk his head back into the soft cushions, feeling the moistened glans of his member get stimulated by her palm and fingers. Nonetheless, he couldn’t do anything, but writhe around from the pleasure she exerted out of him. Smirking from the man’s reactions, the girl continued to stroke on the lubed member, adding on more saliva before it dried off.

  With swift, succinct movements around the glans and the top of the shaft, she rocked her gripping palm, tightly holding the base so it couldn’t escape. From curious, slow movements, she steadily increased the pace while leaning forward to his face, at some point almost making the man’s cock stick to his stomach. All while he could only shut himself up against the overwhelming sensation.

  His lips glued together by her mouth, she still tended keenly over his dick, caressing it on the top. And, after a couple of minutes passed as she kept on smooching the man’s face, he started to cave in finally. His breath faltering chaotically, the limbs also started to behave erratically. Smiling as she witnessed him clench his jaw, her sight swiftly fell down towards the twitching member in her hands.

  Peeking out from the dark, minute hole, a pure white substance escaped, in an upwards stream that battled any of his previous ejaculations. Following the sperm fly with marvel in her eyes, she watched as it dared to splash around the duvet, quickly catching it.

  Gathering together into a singular, big glob, the cum she had gathered in the air quickly escaped outside of the bed, somewhere the man could never know, especially since his eyes spun around the folding fabric of the ceiling.

  With a heaving chest, he finally glanced ahead at the lady, who once again began moving closer towards his face. Yet, feeling as the magical shackles around his limbs disappeared, he quickly hugged her, much to the lady’s shock.

  Out of nowhere, having raised his upper body, he used the left arm to turn around, throwing the demon lord to her bed. Zyponia easily turned from the side to her back, watching the man as he drilled her arms towards the soft duvet, holding them tightly with his own. Staring down at his dangling member, dripping from the tip with a whitish liquid, she swiftly moved towards his face. “Are you not going to return the gesture?” She asked, pouting somewhat before the man obstructed any emotions from showing.