141 The most unexpected person tasted the load

Warning: A bit steam at the end

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A week has passed since Eric teleported back from Lav's story. A week full of peace and rest. If only. Eric wished. Instead, he had to cower every day in fear in his room, blocking his door, hoping Del, Fil and Nol as well as Lav outside would leave him the fuck alone!

They could teleport to his room: But why didn't they? Of course, it was to instil fear and panic into their victim until it was ripe enough to be ploughed hard and thoroughly. It was called living on the fucking edge of being rammed any possible second!

Who wants to live with this sexual tension and the ambiguity choking one to the tip of a hot dog?

Even though he blissfully avoided having to teach these death-bringing demons who could one-up his fate with their shitty abomination produced by their non-existent peanut brain, through their soft hands after beating their massive iron tubes to splatter onto paper, this still wasn't better.

So, although he successfully got these 'holidays', why ws it that he still had to fear, despite it being his damn rest time from naughty and lewd things the stories always go into these certain directions?

Cowering under the blanket, with one eye on the tempting window to become fodder and another eye on the door blocked with various furniture to the brim that it looked like hanging tits from a giant stopping one from feeble desires climbing up its sagginess, Eric lived each second of his now tense and hateful life like this.

Constantly afraid, constantly tighten his tiny asshole so that not even a pliers could plier pliers plier up this pinkish buttrose and constantly sweating anticipating his doom, that all of his wetness could lube his way right in front of the king of hell, who definitely won't be another contender of this body. No, no, nope. No.

While Eric's fantasy ran wild, outside his ominous spreading pheromones to beg the demons to barge in and *** cough ****, a storm was brewing. Emergency meetings were held, of course only concerning the suitors.

How to get Eric out? How to make Eric want to be with them? Did they do something wrong? So, inside a dark room, somewhere in the mansion, actually inside the amusement park, spawned a room out of desire of the amusement park to have Eric ride it again, Lav, Nol and Del sat.

Fil was not invited, since Fil went around dicking his way through the Demon World and wheresoever, especially because Nol was angry at Fil for obviously going after Eric, so he shooed them away.

Nol also tried to get Lav away but Lav wasn't afraid of his beloved older brother, who just was a tsundere in super-ultra-iron-wall disguise.

"Ass-kisser," Nol scoffed but from what Nol knew, Lav wasn't interested in Eric that way, this wannabe turd A student just wanted to learn more. What a loser. Nol had only one true goal and that was to.... SERVE HIS MASTER!

ALL HAIL ERIC!

Cough, even Nol couldn't act out since the Demon Lord himself was present. Even Nol had to act carefully around Del, even though he was the most casual with him and quite daring. However, today Del didn't seem to be in a good mood.

"Beloved elder brother, don't be like this to me out of nowhere," Lav smiled innocently and his tone could make one evaporate in the flames of satan, while all the incarnations of white lotuses and green tea bitches seem to transmigrate into Lav. This Lav was however was times and times misunderstand by Nol which the latter of course didn't know.

"You-"

"Quiet now," once Del spoke, it instantly quietened down, the only thing that could be heard was the intense 280 km/h rollercoaster rushing over their narrow roof.

Each time, it passed the roof, dust saw flew down and fell on each of their heads until a nice small turd of respectable sizes represented their actual IQ and brain sizes.

Basically... 0.

Del folded his hands on the table and absent-mindedly looked in front of him. With him being so serious in this tense silence, Nol and Lav were reduced to exchanging dubious eye contact. Dammit Demon Lord, you pretend to be so magnificent and big boss, but your soul parts are literally going insane!

What's the meaning of this? Of course, Nol knew! Del was going after his holy master as well! He wanted to impregnate the holiness out of Eric! Nol couldn't allow this! The only one who could do this to his master was...

Oh no, w-was he? No, no, no! Nol quickly shook his head and contemplated hard. He only had filial and upright thoughts towards his master who was an angel descending from heavens sprinkling fairy dust onto shit.

But why did Nol suddenly feel so sour whenever he thought about how almost everyone but him could be close to his master and teacher he was obviously the most filial to? Especially that Lav got to enjoy exclusive time with teacher in his own story, was a huge thorn in Nol's eyes!

But he didn't dare to make a sound over the brooding vinegar-like acid burning everything away in his stomach because Del remained unmoved and it was honestly kind of scary to say.

Meanwhile, this scary Demon Lord was also contemplating hard, even though he was obviously sure that him and his to-be-lover Eric got closer, why the hell was Eric barricading himself refusing to see him?

But Del could already guess the reason which made him be in an even bigger dilemma. On one hand, Del wanted to break down the door, take Eric and kiss the hell out of him, but on the other hand, Del wanted to respect Eric's wishes and let him recover as much as he needed. So this meeting titled as an 'emergency meeting' gave Del a headache.

If he told them to come up with a plan to get Eric out, this was disrespecting Eric's wishes, but if Del told everyone to leave Eric alone and not bother him, this also included Del and duck did Del wanted to feel Eric's soft tongue wrapped around his, the wet and wild sounds they produced and the feelings of their private parts connecting and rubbing against each other and –

Fuck, Del got hard.

Still not moving, Del pretended to keep his calm while he nervously let his eyes ever so slightly wander around to look at Nol and Lav.

If they noticed the Demon Lord got a huge hard on, then... then... how could he restore his dignity and remain at the top and claim Eric as his? So without further delay, Del said all imposing, "If Eric doesn't want to see him, leave him alone. That's it, meeting over. Go back and study to lessen the burden of your teacher."

With that, one and two were shooed away. Once Del finally made sure they were away, he instantly teleported into a cross-dimensional space where nothing but blackness surrounded him. Demonstrating his plot-breaking powers, he created a bedroom, dimmed the lights, laid down and closed his eyes.

He couldn't hold it any longer. Imagining all the sensations and sweet taste of Eric, Del quickly pulled out his length, and from the tip to the shaft moved his hands up and down, dreaming it was Eric's wet, sweet little tongue, softly, lewdly, naughtily dragging along his meat, licking his pulsating tip wanting Del to spray all of his manly juices into that sexy mouth to make him swallow Del and have Del forever inside him.

This stimulated Del so much that he was about to teleport right into Eric's bedroom, take him right there and then pound that tempting body of his. Thrust his hot length into that wonderful and warm opening, feel it tighten with each vicious hump of Del's, and with each moan have Del rail him even more violently.

All was good and well, until Del came several times, deciding to finally submit to his urges and desires, and deflower that coy little rose full of thorns, pitifully trying to keep him away.

All thorns, all versions of Eric's, what should he do? Obviously, fuck through them right away! Screw them so hard that they'd become soft and have Del's dick inside them all the time.

At least that was the plan because when Del opened his eyes, stepped from the bed, half-naked with his lower half parading a 90-degree perfect walking cane, he received the fright of his life.

Yes, the Demon Lord has never felt so defenceless and violated before. Silently standing in a corner, stood his butler, Mak, hands behind his back and watching him with a blank look.

Del very calmly put his clothes on while he was dying innerly, but make no mistake, the Demon Lord feels no shame!

Ever!

Del asked Mak, "How long have you been there?"

"Your majesty, did you forget? You were the one teleporting me against my will to your private space. As you've requested, I've diligently watched and kept the time. You have been masturbating for 13 hours 52 minutes and 38 seconds, coming a total of 186 times."

Mak continued to have no expression and so did Del as well. This was a battle of edurance and steel, but Del was about to explode, when the hell did he request this shit from Mak?

If anyone should watch him come and get off, then, of course, it should be the source of his imagination! But Mak, who still pretended this was everyday work, slapped this awkward silence and glaring, boiling intention of the Demon Lord away and said,

"Your endurance is as great as always, despite it having been a long time of you doing this kind of exercise. Worry not, your majesty, as you know the time in the cross-dimensional space flows faster than the Demon World, there it has been only 16 minutes passing. You won't be late for your meeting with the nobles."

What the hell, did he have a meeting as well? Del completely forgot the time because his head had only Eric swirling around, so Del totally neglected his duties.

"Mak."

"Yes, your majesty?" the elder demon butler slightly bowed, still no expression visible on his face.

"Next time, I pull you in, accidentally, it doesn't matter if I do this kind of action, instantly teleport away and erase this from your memory."

"As you wish," Mak instantly complied, "My apologies, your maj-"

"It's fine. The meeting where?"

"It's down in Level 10. Please be cautious. Also your majesty, please go after your duties as the Demon Lord."

"I know, I know," Del waved Mak away before he teleported.

But Mak stayed behind. He slowly straightened his posture and his view fell onto the bed full of the Demon Lord's semen sprinkled all across the room. Some even got onto Mak.

The velocity and range, the Demon Lord's semen was able to produce and reach was exquisite. Mak's eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at the bed and a bitter taste entered his mouth: This was not how things were supposed to go.

Mak was very displeased by the current state of affairs. A lot. Mak snapped his finger and the camouflage on his body disappeared. On his impeccable appearance and elegant butler outfit, and even on his face was the semen of the Demon Lord.

Mak could easily snap his fingers to completely remove them but he left it this way. Instead, he went to the bathroom that appeared in the dimension and viewed his semen sprinkled form. He slowly raised his finger to wipe the semen off his face before he brought it to his lips and finally licked it off.

The semen of the Demon Lord tasted differently from before. Although it has been centuries, Mak was pretty sure that this time Del was convinced to have found his soulmate, so his body became more hot and passionate at the thought of his soulmate, and the semen produced by a demon finding their soulmate tasted very delicious and sweet, perfect of the soulmate to swallow all of it down.

Mak remained for a bit in front of the mirror and frowned. He finally got rid of the semen and headed back to the bedroom. There, he froze again and stared at the aftermath of almost 14 hours enduring the ejaculation of the biggest cock in the universe.

The bed must've been a saint in its last life to be able to receive this pleasure and experience. Mak went to the bed and dipped his finger in the pool of semen that literally covered ¾ of the king-sized bed and tasted the flourishing white sticky liquid of the Demon Lord again. As he thought. It was really different.

Mak narrowed his eyes. It really left a bitter taste in his mouth behind.