Chapter 914: There Is No Next Time

Riel froze the moment Asmodeus’s laughter reached the street below.

Her head slowly tilted upward until those glowing golden eyes found him sitting comfortably on the rampart, one leg hanging over the edge while his enormous blood wings remained folded behind his back.

The moment their gazes met, every trace of confidence vanished from her face, replaced by the look of a wife who had just realised her husband witnessed something deeply embarrassing.

"D-Darling...?"

’This is why I love these succubi.’

Though she could act confidently whenever it came to sex or things like that, Riel enjoyed hiding her sadistic and violent side from Asmodeus. Sari, on the other hand, liked to show him these things instead of being seductive in public.

Asmodeus continued laughing, causing her cheeks to become dark red.

"Y-You were watching all this time?!"

"Ah, of course. From the moment those idiots walked out of the warehouse over there."

"W-Why let me say all that in front of you!?"

Her spade-shaped tail stabbed the air as she shouted at him, yet the tone and tears in her eyes destroyed any seriousness.

The civilians surrounding her instinctively took several steps backwards as Riel covered her face with both hands, seemingly more horrified by Asmodeus witnessing her vulgar outburst than the fact she had just turned six men into stains decorating the street.

Asmodeus finally pushed himself from the rampart.

He dropped without care, but there was no dramatic landing. His enormous body simply descended through the air before his boots touched the stone beside her, barely disturbing the dust despite falling several dozen metres.

"What are you worried about, fool..."

He tapped her head with his palm. "Ouch..." Before ruffling her hair. "S-Stop my hair... It’s getting messy!" Yet Asmodeus didn’t listen to her complaints and continued to tease her until the dark atmosphere vanished.

’Phew... if things didn’t end here, she might’ve just killed the people who saw...’

Riel peeked between her fingers.

"...Are you disgusted?"

Asmodeus stared at her.

Then reached forward and grabbed both sides of her face.

"Wha—Mmmph?!"

He kissed her.

Not one of their vulgar kisses filled with tongues and biting, nor the kind that usually ended with Riel losing whatever clothing remained on her body. It was firm, warm and long enough that her shoulders gradually relaxed before her hands wrapped around his forearms.

When he finally pulled away, Riel blinked stupidly.

"What exactly am I supposed to be disgusted by?"

Her lips trembled.

"I killed them rather brutally."

"Brutal...? That?" He pointed to the corpses and blood pools. "Isn’t that just normal for a demon queen, especially my wife?"

"I insulted their manhood."

"That was probably the most merciful part."

"I called myself your demonic whore..."

Asmodeus raised an eyebrow.

Riel’s face became several shades darker.

"Well, it was the truth, right...? You do tend to like a ridiculously long cock... and well, for that last bit... You are."

Her eyes widened.

"I am what?!"

"My demonic whore."

Asmodeus squeezed her cheeks until her lips puckered.

"My wife, my queen, the mother of my child, and apparently a cute little woman who becomes insecure immediately after ripping slavers apart and shouting the most amusing profanities."

"A-Asmodeus!" She pouted at his comments.

"There, there, don’t cry... here come... It’s where you belong." He spread his arms, knowing that Riel wasn’t as mentally strong as her age might suggest. Thousands of years sealed alone in that dungeon... nobody could remain stable.

"I... idiot..."

Riel punched his chest.

Her fist did absolutely nothing.

Instead, she buried her face against him, arms wrapping tightly around his waist while several civilians watched the terrifying succubus who had slaughtered six men moments earlier suddenly cling to the Demon Emperor like a spoiled lover.

Asmodeus rested one hand on her head.

"You did well."

Riel’s grip tightened around his chest. Her claws sank into his flesh and hurt a little, but he didn’t complain.

"...Really?"

"You protected the Beastmen, helped the civilians, treated the wounded and waited until the children were gone before turning those bastards into minced meat."

A muffled voice came from his chest.

"I didn’t want them having nightmares."

Asmodeus smiled.

"Exactly, that’s why I brought you. Such a lewd and wonderful woman... now let’s cheer up and finish the job, okay?"

Pah!

"Nnn!"

After being spanked, Riel remained still for several seconds before eventually pulling her face away. At first, Asmodeus thought he’d solved the issue, until her nose started to twitch. That’s when his smile vanished instantly.

Riel inhaled deeply near his chest, and closer to his waist... and her golden eyes slowly narrowed.

"...Darling."

’Fuck.’

"Yes?"

"Why do you smell like another woman’s pussy?"

Silence descended across the street.

Several civilians immediately pretended they hadn’t heard anything.

One wounded knight actually turned around and began limping away despite clearly needing treatment. There was a bizarre feeling that everything might be a dream when hearing such a pretty goddess say the word "pussy" or "cock."

The two lovers stared into each other’s eyes.

All of a sudden, the power of a Demon God seemed fragile before those sharp, golden eyes.

Riel’s eyes shifted to the crowd behind him, then back to his body, scrutinising the marks clearly from claws, teeth and lips on his abdomen and neck.

Her tail swayed dangerously, like a rattlesnake issuing a warning to the surroundings.

"Beastwoman.

A mature... and full-figured beastwoman at that."

"...Riel, listen to me, it was... something out of my control."

"A lioness."

Asmodeus blinked.

"How the hell can you tell that?"

Her eyes sharpened, and she yanked his body towards her, their lips almost touching as her sweet, fruity breath blew across his face. "I’m a succubus! Do you think I cannot tell the race or characteristics from a bitch’s scent?!"

Apparently that explained everything.

Riel crossed her arms beneath her breasts and stared at him with the calmest expression Asmodeus had seen since the traffickers insulted her.

"So."

"So?"

"What happened?"

Asmodeus considered lying for approximately half a second but then remembered who he was speaking to.

"She was one of the drugged victims."

Riel’s expression remained unchanged.

"The resonator amplified aggression, but when I destroyed it, the drug apparently shifted towards another primal instinct."

Riel’s eyebrow twitched. "Why didn’t you just absorb it... I know you can do that!"

"Ah..." Asmodeus’s eyes shone as he hit his fist on his palm. "I completely forgo—!"

BANG!

Riel’s tail slapped his cheek before she turned away with a huff. "I see, I see... and naturally, my heroic husband decided the only available treatment involved his cock."

"...When you say it like that, it sounds bad."

"It sounds bad because it was bad."

"It’s not like I forced her! I suppressed enough of the drug for her to regain herself. I asked whether she understood what she was doing, and she made the decision herself."

Riel studied him carefully, but there was something off in her gaze.

"And?"

"And what?"

"Did you fuck her?"

"...Yes."

"Did you cum inside her?"

Asmodeus glanced away.

Riel’s eyes widened.

"You did!"

"Keep your voice down."

"WHY?! Should I remain calm until I’ve already watched you marry half the women on this continent!"

Several people nearby suddenly found the ground incredibly interesting.

Asmodeus rubbed his forehead.

"Technically, I haven’t fucked half the women on the continent."

"Oh Yeah?! But you seem damn sure about working on it."

"That’s unfair."

"How many wives do you have?"

"...We’re not doing this."

Riel’s shoulders quivered slightly as she began to shake. Her lips twitched as he continued to watch her, until she seemed unable to hold back her laugher.

"Hahahahahaha!"

"Y-You weren’t serious...?"

Her expression immediately froze. The air became chilly, as her voice lost its lovely, gentle tone and became terrifyingly cold. "Oh no. If you fuck another woman who isn’t your wife. I will cut it off, stuff it and keep it as a dildo."

Asmodeus stared at her for several seconds.

"...You wouldn’t."

Riel smiled.

It was beautiful.

Far too beautiful.

"Wouldn’t I?"

Her tail curled around his thigh with enough strength to make the stone beneath his boots crack slightly. Despite her laughter moments earlier, Asmodeus could tell she wasn’t entirely joking anymore.

"Riel..."

"I am not angry that you saved her." She pressed one finger against his chest, forcing him backwards despite the enormous difference in size. "I am angry because you forgot you could solve the problem without sticking your cock inside the first beautiful Beastwoman who rubbed against you."

"...When you put it that way—"

"Exactly."

Asmodeus sighed.

Then wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her against him.

"Fine. I deserved that."

"Hmmph! That’s good, but honey, please... keep it in your pants... or if you can’t hold it... then use this hole..." She guided his fingertips beneath her dress and pressed against her own crevice; it was still warm and sticky from earlier...

"I understand... but don’t be harsh to her, okay? I’ll introduce you properly. Her name is Elena."

"You already learned her name?" She asked with a faint grumble.

"Riel."

"Hmph. I know, I know... I’ll just take it out on this bad bad cock...!"

Yet despite herself, she relaxed against his chest, clinging to him while gazing through the crowd at the unexpectedly beautiful, mature lioness who appeared to be practically glowing after sex with Riel’s husband.

With his infidelity forgiven, Asmodeus quickly pushed the subject on...

"Come on. We still have work to finish."

His little succubus could only accept things as they were for now. "Fine... But I’m serious. There is NO next time."