Hello before you continue reading, i have a few warning for you.
This chapter contains detailed sexual scenes. If you're under 18 or not in the mood for steamy stuff, feel free to skip, darling. No judgment.
Also i deleted the previous chapter 26, because i feel disatisfied with how it turn out.
So i make a new version, and i hope you like it.
I edited a few thing, hope it look good.
Ok bye :>
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And since their conversation had wrapped up, he told demiurge that he wanted to take a bath first. Demiurge stopped him at once and insisted he wanted to serve him, as it was his duty as a husband.
Henry agreed, and they proceeded to shower first, taking turns helping each other wash their hair and bodies.
Once finished, they entered the spacious bathtub, large enough to fit for at least four people.
But henry deliberately positioned demiurge in front of him, guiding the demon to lean back against his chest with his arms loosely wrapped around his waist. It looked like a simple, tender embrace.
They soaked in the soothing warmth of the bathwater, helping their body to relax from the fatihue. But demiurge found it impossible to fully relax—because his husband hands refused to behave, and start wandering across his body.
In this position, all demiurge could do was blush furiously and try to hide his growing erection by pressing his thighs together.
Henry, of course noticed. The water was crystal clear, making everything visible.
Not wanting to make demiurge suffer, he decided to help him unwind.
He slid his hands to demiurge's waist and pulled him even closer, then lifted the demon's legs—gently spread them apart, and hooking them over his own parted knees.
The result left demiurge feeling utterly displayed. Instinctively, his hand flew down to cover his private part.
"Um, Henry-sama—" His voice cracked with panic as he twisted his head to look back. "Wh–what are you doing?! P-please… stop!"
Henry's eyes darkened with desire. He cupped the demon's jaw, gently but firmly turning his face toward him. "No more 'lord' or 'sama,' when it just you and me—Just Henry. Come on, say it for me—love."
Demiurge's eyes widened in shock. "B-but, that would be improper! You are my—" Henry silenced him with a deep kiss, slipping his tongue past those parted lips, licking and sucking, claiming his mouth completely and swallowing every protest.
Demiurge, who had just received his first kiss, could only surrender to the sudden passionate assault. His diamond eyes fluttered shut as a soft, helpless sound escaped him.
When Henry finally pulled back just enough for him to breathe, he whispered against his lips, "Say it. Henry."
Demiurge's ears drooped, his cheeks burning deep crimson. "Henry-sam—mmph~" Henry kissed him again, deeper this time, while his hand continued its exploration.
His fingers found the small nipple on Demiurge's chest, rolling the sensitive bud between his thumb and forefinger, pinching gently, then tugging just enough to send sharp sparks of pleasure through the demon's body.
As his other hand drifted lower beneath the warm water. His fingers wrapped slowly around Demiurge's already throbbing cock, the thick, hot length pulsed hard in his palm.
He gave one long, firm stroke from base to tip, his thumb brushing over the slick, swollen head and spreading the bead of precum.
Demiurge lost all strength almost immediately, went limp in Henry's embrace, breath hitching into soft, broken whimpers as it grew harder and harder for him to breathe from the kiss.
Demiurge trembled violently. He could barely breathe from the intense kiss, yet he didn't want it to end. Henry looked at his pitiful husband and finally took mercy on him. He pulled back from the kiss, allowing the demon to gasp desperately for air.
Still dizzy and dazed, Demiurge unconsciously jerked his hips forward into Henry's hand before he could stop himself. A choked, needy sound escaped his glistening lips.
"Henry-sama—!" His voice came out soft and desperate. "P-please… no~! Not both at once~! I—I can't—"
Henry only hummed lowly in his throat, his lips brushing against the shell of Demiurge's twitching ear. "Hmm~ You can," he murmured, while kissing behind his ears. "You're doing so well for me, darling."
He kept the rhythm of his hand unhurried, stroking Demiurge's throbbing cock with slow, deliberate pumps. At the same time, he switched hands and began teasing the other nipple with lazy circles, occasionally giving it a sharp pinch that made Demiurge's back arch sharply and his tail thrash weakly against the side of the tub.
The water made every movement slick and obscene, little ripples spreading outward with each stroke.
Demiurge's legs trembled in their forced-open position as he tried to close them. His hands clutched uselessly at Henry's forearms—weakly trying to push his hand away as if he were being bullied, but also want it more, so cute.
His long ears flattened completely against his skull, flushed dark red from the tips all the way down to his neck. Small, helpless sobs began mixing with his moans.
"No—wait~! It's too much~! Henry-sama—ah~!!"
His words dissolved into a whine as Henry's thumb pressed firmly against the sensitive head of his cock, rubbing slow, torturous circles while his other fingers continued tormenting the nipple—rolling it faster while flicking the tip.
"Look at you," Henry murmured, his voice thick with hunger. "So good for me… You like it when I play with it, don't you? My sweetheart"
Demiurge could only shake his head weakly, tears gathering at the corners of his eyes. But despite his protests, his hips kept chasing every stroke helplessly, cock twitching and swelling even more in his grip.
The demon's usual composure had completely shattered—replaced by flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and a trembling body, completely at his mercy.
Everytime Demiurge tried to protest, "W-wait~ I'm close—ah, Henry-sa—ahn~!" Henry would swallow the honorific with another searing kiss. His tongue pressed insistently inside, turning the words into broken, muffled moans. At the same time, he punished him by pressing his thumb firmly over the slit of his cock, denying his release, making demiurge cry beautifully
Again and again, he kissed him senseless, until his lips were swollen and glistening, his diamond eyes glassy with tears of overwhelming pleasure, and his mind too fogged to remember why he had been resisting at all.
When Demiurge's breathing became quick and ragged, his tongue being greedily sucked on, he let out a trembling, pitiful moan indicating he couldn't breathe. So henry reluctantly released his lips and gave him a soft, apologetic kisses.
Those lips tasted far too sweet to let go of easily, but Demiurge still needed air to breathe.
The kisses had clearly been too intense. Tear tracks glistened on Demiurge's flushed cheeks, and his lips looked deliciously swollen and red. He seemed to have forgotten whatever he wanted to say, reduced to nothing but soft, helpless whimpers as he continued playing with his oversensitive body. "Good boy," he praised, his voice husky and warm.
"You're doing so well." He kept murmuring sweet compliments, murmuring how wonderful he was, teasing him with how responsive and sensitive his body had become from just a few touches.
The demon already to far gone, draw in a shaky breath, his voice came out as a needy, trembling sob.
"H-Henry… please~"
Hearing his name spoken so raw and desperate with needs, laced with those broken moans, sent a sharp thrill to through him.
Because of that Henry had to fight the urge to devour him whole. His new body was dangerously close to losing control, so he pressed a gentle kiss behind Demiurge's ear, to try to calm himseft down and reminding himself. This is not the time, You're not a wild beast, Henry.
To distract demiurge on the growing behind his back, he quickened the movements of his hand slightly. Demiurge's thighs trembled violently, rubbing against Henry's with growing recklessness as Henry left marks all across the demon's neck and shoulders, drawing out even stronger reactions.
Demiurge tried desperately to close his legs. "Henry—ah~ Please, we should~! Together—ahh~ No… more, I'm—hmm~!" He begged him to stop, because he was dangerously close—while struggling weakly in Henry's hold, stubbornly insisting that he should make Henry come first.
But henry only kissed him again, swallowing every plea, every syllable of his name like it was the sweetest thing he'd ever tasted.
Every attempt to speak was met with his lips and tongue, insistently pushing the words back.
Henry quickened his strokes and slipped his other hand in the nipple lower, cupping and gently playing with his balls, until the demon could only moan with a hint of a sob.
"You're a good boy, right?" Henry whispered hotly against his ear. "Come for me, Demi. Let me see you come, sweatheart."
His soft sobs turned into frantic moans. And came with a choked sob, "Henry~!" His entire body tensed, ears scorching, tears spilling freely as pearly white strands floated in the water.
With one last, firm stroke around the head and a sharp pinch to the abused nipple, he shattered—back bowing, with a raw, sobbing cry tearing from his throat as thick ropes of cum spilled into the water, pulsing hard at Henry's stroking fist. His whole body convulsed, legs tremble weakly against the restraint of Henry's knees, tail lashing once before going slack.
Henry kept stroking him through it, slow and gentle now, milking every last tremor until Demiurge was nothing but a trembling, overstimulated mess collapsed against his chest, panting and dazed.
"That's it~ such a good boy, So beautiful, so good for me..." Henry whispered, pressing soft kisses to his temple, his cheek, the corner of his tear-streaked eye. Henry watched at the beautiful wreck in his arms—face streaked with tears, ears burning red, "You did so well my dear." Demiurge could only manage a broken, hoarse whimper in reply, curling into his arms.
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Noting the mess drifting in the bath, Henry cleaned Demiurge gently, then lifted him in a bridal carry—the demon still floated in a hazy afterglow.
With a quick [All Clean] spell, Henry purified the tub, then summoned a large, warm towel to wrap around Demiurge like a cozy burrito, and a smaller towel around his own waist
He dried their hair with gentle warm wind magic, helped pat Demiurge's body dry, and assisted him into soft sleepwear. By the time Demiurge fully came back to himself, Henry had already changed, but only into his pajama pants. That's all he wore to sleep—because he found it uncomfortable to wear clothes when went to sleep.
Henry patted the space beside him and opened his arms. "Come closer. Let me hold you."
Demiurge scooted over with a faint blush, but a flicker of sadness lingered in his eyes—dissatisfaction that he hadn't been allowed to serve his beloved husband in return.
Noticing it, Henry pulled him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead, and began to explain gently. It wasn't that he was uninterested. It was just that he didn't want to risk hurting Demiurge or exhausting him, when they had so much work waiting tomorrow.
He nuzzled Demiurge's hair, voice softening. "I just wanted to pamper you tonight. Just let me spoil you for once, hm? Can I do that, love?"
Demiurge's ears twitched, then slowly relaxed. A tiny, shy smile curved his lips as he buried his face against Henry's chest and nodded.
Henry's heart melted all over again. Look like i'm getting soft.
He tightened his arms around his demon, holding him close and secure. Both of them warm, and perfectly content in the quiet afterglow.
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Okay, finally done. Its more hard to make than i realize.
Well i hope you like reading it, and have a good day or night
Ok bye :>