The Terminally Ill Hero’s Husband is the Demon King

Goosebumps rose across his skin, and the fine hairs stood on end. Gillian moaned when the back of a hand brushed upward over his increasingly sensitive skin, barely touching him.

“So obedient. You don’t even have the composure to refuse. Do you want more?”

Gillian covered his eyes with his palm and nodded.

“It makes me wonder why I never met an incubus sooner.”

“Is this your first time? You haven’t simply forgotten, have you? You’re someone who forgets things often.”

Gillian gave a self-deprecating laugh. Could it tell such things because it was an incubus? Then again, incubi were exceptionally skilled at playing with people’s minds, so it could probably peer into his memories, which were mottled with gaps where things had been forcibly erased.

“Who knows. As far as I can remember, nothing like this has ever happened.”

Incubi were not particularly dangerous compared to other demons. There were rare cases in which a person died after having too much vital essence drained, but once an incubus left to find other prey, there were no lingering aftereffects.

Even though Gillian was in danger of being fucked by an incubus and having his vital essence drained, rather than feeling threatened, he regretted all the years he had been forced to remain chaste. He could not remember how long it had been since he had faced someone, spoken with them, joined bodies with them, and lain beside them.

As long as they could hold a conversation, it did not matter if the other person was not human. He was also willing to give away as much vital essence as they wished in payment.

“The others were probably afraid they’d die if they attacked you for no reason.”

“Aren’t you afraid?”

“Are you going to kill me?”

“That depends on what you do.”

“Killing something as insignificant as me won’t add to your fame. You should be thinking about how to play with me instead. You seem to be looking forward to it quite a lot.”

The incubus placed its hand over his firmly shaped length and pressed down gently. The sensation of his manhood and lower abdomen being pressed together was intensely sweet. It felt as though he could become aroused and reach climax all on his own from nothing more than being pressed that way.

“Can you satisfy me?”

“I suppose I’ll have to do well. You dare provoke an incubus. I’ll wring you dry until you don’t even have the strength to stand.”

“Aah…”

“Come now, you should say my name.”

“Rassel…”

Rassel removed Gillian’s trousers and underwear. Several large scars remained, but for the body of a hero, it was relatively unmarked. He had simply been too strong to suffer minor wounds.

Rassel rolled the wrinkled, soft sac beneath Gillian’s waist between his fingers, then took hold of his half-erect pillar and squeezed it lightly. Gillian drew in a deep breath.

When Rassel lowered his head to kiss and lick Gillian’s neck, a weak and sweet sound escaped him.

“Hnn…”

It was an arousing sound no matter how many times he heard it.

Gillian raised his arms and gently embraced Rassel. The way he clung tightly to him and sought his body heat somehow seemed pitiful. Rassel brought his mouth to the corner of Gillian’s lips.

When he gently pressed and rubbed against them, Gillian’s lips parted, and the inside of his mouth was drenched with saliva. Rassel rubbed his tongue against the moist, warm inner flesh.

Gillian’s eyes closed on their own. As he received the deep kiss, lingering but not aggressive, his eyes filled with tears. Gillian knew why he was acting this way. His chest had already been burning with sorrow from the moment Rassel began undressing him.

Gillian tried to hide the moisture brimming in his eyes beneath his thin eyelids. The tears that had pooled without falling seemed unwilling to be denied, and they flowed through his nasal passages, making him sniff. Gillian wiped his eyes with his palm. Naturally, Rassel immediately realized that Gillian was crying.

“I haven’t even made you feel good enough to cry yet. Hm?”

“It feels good. Keep doing what you were doing.”

“Feels good, my ass. You’re crying because you’re sad. Good grief, I’ve never had anyone wound my pride like this before.”

Gillian stopped crying and chuckled as he roughly wiped away his tears.

“Do you really have the luxury of worrying about your pride?”

Gillian could not tell whether the words he had spoken were directed at Rassel or himself.

“An incubus that makes its prey cry deserves to starve to death. Arouse me. Make it so I can’t think of anything.”