Hernan turned his head at the sound of his lover's voice.
"Let's go, El."
"Today?"
Karine nodded.
Hernan looked away from her briefly before standing up.
Dinner was nearly over. For dessert, everyone was eating either the usual fruit served with meals or the luxurious sweets Karine offered after sleeping with someone.
"Are you... a puppy?"
Potty looked at the Demon King, who was chewing fruit with sparkling eyes.
"Woof!"
The Demon King smiled, a pair of puppy ears perched on her head. Potty grinned, clearly amused by seeing Sharpie wearing animal ears like her.
Hernan hadn't expected Sharpie to wear something like that. He thought the things in her private room were all for lewd purposes—especially considering who she was.
"El!"
At some point, while watching Sharpie and Potty, Hernan heard his lover's voice again. When he turned back, Karine was looking at him with tightly pressed lips.
"Huh? Oh, right. Let's go."
Hernan cleared his plate and quickly stood beside Karine. They entered the warrior's room together.
He'd been sleeping in Karine's room for seven days, ever since the Demon King got pregnant.
Normally, Hernan would've been expected to sleep with a woman who hadn't conceived yet. But for some reason, Karine had let him stay.
"Do you have a headache? Should we do it now?"
If he had been sleeping in the warrior's room alone, his head would've exploded from the pain already.
But ever since Karine let him stay with her, his headaches had eased.
"Are we washing up after, or...?"
"Mm-hmm. Will El wash too?"
Without responding, Hernan pulled down his pants. He didn't want to think too deeply about why Karine was acting like this. There was no reason to refuse her.
When his cock was exposed, Karine's eyes trembled slightly, but she slowly bent her knees and squatted.
Taking a deep breath, she slid his half-erect cock into her mouth.
The first time Karine had done this, she had simply held it there, unmoving.
Not much had changed over the last seven days.
"Nnngh..."
But now, she slowly began moving her mouth back and forth, licking along his shaft and stimulating him with her tongue.
Of course, because she was still inexperienced, her teeth occasionally grazed the shaft or the tip.
"You're doing great. It feels really good."
Still, it was definitely an improvement.
Hernan relaxed a little, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction.
To be honest, the physical pleasure wasn't overwhelming—but the emotional satisfaction was.
It felt like he was finally drawing closer to a lover who had been slowly drifting away from him.
Drifting...
"Are you okay?"
He spoke to shake off the thoughts creeping into his head. They were just stressed from being trapped in this strange situation.
She wasn't drifting.
Hernan decided to believe that—and asked Karine again.
"So? How is it?"
Karine coughed lightly and pulled his cock out of her mouth.
Hernan met her eyes, noting how the sudden cold air made him soften slightly.
"It's good."
"How good?"
"How much...?"
He scratched his cheek, embarrassed.
He hadn't expected her to ask like this. He thought she'd just nod and continue, not stop and demand an answer.
It would be better if she just took him back in before the warmth completely faded.
"Be specific."
The more she pressed, the more embarrassed he felt.
Was there really anyone besides Karine who had sucked his cock?
They'd done this so many times—what else was there to say?
"Is it good because your lover is doing it?"
Her eyes softened slightly, but she still didn't look satisfied.
"Of course that's part of it. But something about it feels even better..."
She trailed off, uncharacteristically hesitant.
Hernan shook his head quickly, hoping she wouldn't notice.
The heat in his head was rising again, and the headache returned.
Still, it was obvious Karine wanted a real answer.
Better...
He focused on that word.
Then, he found what to say.
"I don't have much experience," he admitted.
Karine watched him closely.
"But what you do... makes me feel the best. That's right—we're lovers. We're even engaged."
She didn't visibly react, but Hernan, who knew her well, sensed the shift in her mood.
"Really? I'm glad."
Without another word, Karine returned her mouth to his cock.
As she took him in again, his body flinched slightly when the head brushed against her teeth.
But she didn't seem to notice.
Her hair tickled his thighs, and the skin grazed by her teeth tingled.
Still, it didn't bother him.
It was just a distraction.
Hernan tried to gather his focus and push away the memories resurfacing.
He remembered the Demon King inducing his first orgasm with her mouth. His consciousness had been hazy then, so he couldn't recall everything.
But he remembered how terrifyingly good it had felt.
"Kkheup!"
Karine gagged slightly as his cock swelled even more.
Was it because she was into it now?
Thankfully, she didn't bite or pull away.
As she resumed, Hernan's mind wandered.
The softness of Sharpie's lips, the burning heat of her body, the way her voice sent shivers down his spine...
He couldn't remember her face.
But he remembered her body.
"Nngh!"
Hernan let out a short moan as he came in her mouth.
Karine trembled slightly, clenching her fists every time his cock pulsed.
"Why does so much come out every day...?"
She muttered, spitting the semen neatly onto a towel she'd prepared beforehand.
After cleaning up, she tossed it into the laundry tub and reached for a fresh one.
"Are you going to wash up?"
If Hernan remembered right, Sharpie would usually go further—riding him immediately afterward.
"Yeah. After I wash, you'll wash the wizard and El too, right?"
After Hernan washed, the Demon King usually went last.
Karine stood silently at the doorway.
"Karine."
He called out, not even sure why.
"What?"
Would she go further if he asked?
"...Nothing. Just wash up and come."
Hernan shook his head, cutting himself off.
There was nothing more she could do—not if she was unwilling to conceive.
Hadn't they already been through that?
Karine simply nodded and left.
A strand of hair on her lips fluttered as she turned.
"Ah... the hair at the corner of her mouth..."
Before he could say anything, the door shut.
Hernan glanced at his now-limp cock.
Well, no problem. He was going to wash up anyway.