The Terminally Ill Hero’s Husband is the Demon King

Gillian did not want to disobey Rassel. He pleaded in a pitiful voice.

“…Ngh, hahk, khng, I want to come. I want to, I want to. Let me, let me come.”

“Such a good listener.”

Rassel gently thrust against and rubbed the places Gillian liked.

“Nnngh, nn, aah, ahh…”

“It seems you like it when I do this. Am I right?”

“Y-Yes, hnn, ah…”

Gillian could not tell what Rassel was doing. All he knew was that whenever Rassel moved his body in a certain way, his hole clenched tightly, then relaxed, greedily working around Rassel’s girth as though sucking on it.

It felt as though a small bolt of lightning ran up his back, and his lower abdomen tingled and itched. Within his hole, which hurt as though it were covered in bruises, a spot that felt thrillingly good emerged. It felt unbearably good whenever Rassel touched it.

Rassel touched it twice, then three times, and after that, he thrust into it precisely and scraped firmly across it. Gillian convulsed without even being able to make a sound. His face felt as though it might burst from arousal.

Rassel let out a faint moan. He enclosed Gillian’s body, which was trembling as though he might climax at any moment, within his embrace. It was obvious that Gillian liked it when more of their skin pressed together.

“…Rassel. Aah, hah, ah, I’m going to, I-I think I’m going to… Nnngh…”

“Shhh…”

Gillian twitched, then went completely limp. Thick, jellylike fluid carrying a rich male scent spurted across Gillian’s chest, then dripped onto the floor. After Gillian finished ejaculating, Rassel stroked his hot, flushed pillar.

Gillian groaned and hunched his shoulders. With him lying facedown and panting helplessly, it was difficult to believe that this was the famous hero. Rassel withdrew the penis he had kept buried inside Gillian. He gathered Gillian up, held him face-to-face, and entered him again.

“Ah… It’s uncomfortable. Ah…”

“It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?”

Gillian nodded. His flushed red face was rather cute, and when Rassel kissed him, Gillian obediently opened his mouth. When their tongues rubbed together, Gillian seemed to enjoy it, and his lower body tightened.

Rassel repeatedly rocked his hips and thrust shallowly. Gillian began making sounds of obvious pleasure as the stimulation spread through him. Leaning against Rassel, he moved his hips. Rassel pressed and scraped firmly against Gillian’s sensitive spot with the pointed head of his cock.

Gillian opened his mouth and lifted his chin in pleasure. When Rassel lightly scratched the raised nipples on his thrust-out chest with his nails, Gillian writhed from side to side.

“Ah, hahk, haaah… Ngh, nnngh, kh…”

“Delicious. You just came, but do you feel like you’re going to come again?”

“There, do it like you’re doing it right now…”

“Do you like it? Hah… It feels good, Gillian. Can I come and feed on you whenever I’m hungry?”

“Yes, yes, do that. Ahh, ah, ugh, mmph, ngh, ah…”

“Gillian, try to come to your senses. Kh… What about forever, aah, forever? Shall we make a contract?”

“Even if we do, even if we make a contract, you won’t get much use out of it. Ah, hng, I don’t, I don’t have much time left.”

“What do you mean?”

“Ah, good, hik, I can’t take it, ah… Ahh, stop… Rassel! Wait, nngh…”

“Hah… You’re teasing me to death. I haven’t come yet, hah, ngh… Keep giving yourself to me a little longer.”

Rassel thrust into Gillian as much as he pleased until Gillian was so overwhelmed with pleasure that it became painful. Then he ejaculated deep inside him and pulled out. Naturally, what he had spilled flowed from Gillian’s hole and dirtied Rassel’s groin. Far from being bothered by the sticky fluid making their skin cling together, Rassel found it satisfying.

Overly rough sex was not to Gillian’s taste, but the coupling had left him too dazed to weigh or question anything.

Rassel firmly held Gillian’s melting body and kissed him. Next time, he would treat him better. He would make Gillian cling to him and sob from pleasure. Rassel liked Gillian far too much.

“Why don’t you want to make a contract? Is it because I’m only an incubus?”

“That’s not the problem.”

Gillian looked into Rassel’s eyes. He hoped it would not sound like an excuse, but explaining it in detail would mean telling a terribly sorrowful story.

“I don’t have long to live. To be precise, I don’t know when I’ll die. Even if I suddenly died tomorrow, it would be regrettable, but it wouldn’t be strange. So it would be better for you to feed from me in moderation, regain your strength, and find other prey.”