Chapter 344: A Demon Queen’s Visit (R-18)

How many hours had passed since Ryan finally managed to fall asleep was a question he had neither the energy nor the desire to answer at that moment.

His mind had been operating at its limit for days, enduring the pressure of ruling.

But now, floating in that peaceful limbo between deep sleep and wakefulness, he felt that his physical and mental exhaustion had completely vanished.

The intense, unrestricted sex he’d had with Mirian hours earlier had drained his last drop of stress, leaving him in a state of absolute lethargy.

However, despite having his eyes open and feeling the familiar brush of his own bed’s thick sheets against his bare skin, he couldn’t see anything around him. The spacious castle bedroom, usually illuminated by the faint moonlight filtering through the tall windows, had disappeared.

His bed seemed to be surrounded by a deep, thick, and almost palpable darkness that blocked out any source of light, enclosing him in an absolute void.

But rather than feeling disturbed or alarmed by this sudden temporary blindness, what he noticed most, still struggling through the initial confusion of waking up, was an overwhelmingly warm and wet physical sensation enveloping his body.

It was a surprisingly familiar touch. Although, given the strange circumstances, it was quite an unusual experience.

That rhythmic friction, soft yet firm, combined with the heavy darkness, made him think for a few brief seconds that he was still trapped in a lucid dream. Perhaps his mind was playing tricks on him, projecting his repressed desires in the middle of the night.

But the constant sensation of heat and intense wetness sharply intensified at his crotch, sending an electric shock down his spine that dispelled any trace of sleepiness. The pleasure was too sharp to be a mere invention of his subconscious.

’This is very real... but who the hell is it?’ Ryan thought, focusing all his senses on the dark surroundings and tensing his abdominal muscles.

Ryan sat up slowly on the mattress, supporting his weight on one arm. He noticed that beneath the thick blanket hiding his naked body, a small, graceful silhouette was moving with hypnotic regularity.

With a quick movement, Ryan grabbed the edge of the sheets and pulled them back, letting the cold air of the room hit his warm skin.

The first thing his eyes managed to make out in the gloom, barely outlined by the faint contrast of the shadows, was a pair of intricate demonic horns.

Then, an abundant cascade of snow-white hair that fell messily over his own thighs, brushing against his skin with every movement.

The wet, obscene sound of saliva resonated clearly in the small, enclosed space of the bed, echoing in the silence as his penis was slowly revealed and concealed between the soft lips of the unexpected intruder.

Feeling the sheets being pulled away, she stopped her constant bobbing for just a single second. She lifted her face and looked at him intensely. Her beautiful red eyes gleamed in the darkness like two burning rubies, exuding a mix of superiority, lust, and mockery.

She gave him a highly mischievous wink, as if she didn’t care in the slightest about being discovered or that Ryan had suddenly woken up, and without saying a single word, she lowered her head and continued her work.

She took his member again and sucked on it intensely, using a technique so perfect and devouring that it drew an involuntary sigh from the human king.

"You’re finally awake," Ophelia said with a brazen smile, parting her lips slightly as she licked the tip of his erect penis extremely slowly to savor it right in front of him.

"Why are you here?" Ryan asked, still processing the bold invasion of his most intimate space. His voice sounded slightly hoarse from sleep and sudden arousal.

"Is that the first thing you ask when you see me sucking your cock with such devotion?" Ophelia questioned, arching a delicate eyebrow in amusement. Her tone was laced with sarcasm, enjoying having the feared human demon king at her mercy in his own bed.

Ryan didn’t answer. He simply watched her in silence, feeling the contrast between the cold sweat on his forehead and the boiling heat between his legs. He knew any moralistic complaint would be ridiculous, and honestly, he had no real intention of stopping her.

"I’ll take that silence of yours as confirmation that you don’t want me to stop, right?" the demon queen purred, not really expecting an affirmative answer from him.

Her actions spoke for her. Her mouth dropped suddenly, making Ryan’s penis disappear entirely down to the very base, swallowing it without choking.

She began sucking faster and faster; the perfect pressure of her lips and the agility of her tongue made it an overwhelming experience.

The sound of her sucking became frantic. Then, she sharply reduced her speed to torture him and paused for a second. She opened her mouth and ran the tip of her tongue very slowly from the sensitive base to the wet tip, savoring every inch of his glans.

Ophelia lowered her face a little more. She took his testicles in her hands, lightly massaging them as she licked and sucked them with an infuriating softness, triggering a strong, deep tingle that ran through the human’s entire nervous system.

That unexpected, wet, and pleasurable contact was too much. It made Ryan arch his back against the mattress, clench the sheets in his fists, and let out a soft gasp that broke the silence of the dark dome.

Ophelia stopped when she heard that sound. She lifted her head, brushed a lock of white hair from her beautiful face, and looked at him with a wide, twisted smile of satisfaction. She knew exactly the power she held over him at that moment.

"You asked me to come see you today, or did you forget, my dear king?" she reminded him in a honeyed voice, justifying her unexpected presence and mocking the castle’s security measures with utter shamelessness.

’But I didn’t think you’d come straight here, sneaking into my bed in the middle of the night...’ Ryan thought, evaluating the situation with a mix of annoyance and fascination.

Ryan looked around and immediately noticed the nature of his surroundings. That strange, thick black barrier completely covering his bed, isolating sound and light, was the direct and pure manifestation of Ophelia’s darkness.

She had hidden the bed from the rest of the room, creating a small, isolated universe where only the two of them and their instincts existed, guaranteeing absolute privacy regardless of who might be walking through the halls outside.

After lowering her head again and sucking his crotch with devotion for a few more minutes, bringing him dangerously close to the edge, Ophelia released his penis with a loud kiss.

The beautiful white-haired woman climbed slowly over Ryan’s muscular body. As she moved up, she kissed and marked his bare skin with her cold lips, tracing a wet path from his hardened abdomen up to his broad chest.

Finally, she rested both hands on the human’s shoulders and raised herself up. She stared directly into his eyes in the gloom and, without asking permission, leaned in and kissed him deeply on the lips.

"It’s your fault," Ophelia whispered directly against his mouth, brushing her bare breasts against the king’s chest with slow, provocative movements. "After everything you did to me in that tower in Armenes, you can’t have the nerve to expect I wouldn’t want to do it with you now, after we’ve spent so much time apart."

Ryan didn’t fight the impulse. He kissed her back with aggression and intensity, taking control of the pace. Then he raised a hand, tangled his fingers in Ophelia’s soft white hair, and caressed her pale face.

"So that supposed teleportation symbol..." Ryan murmured against her lips. "It was entirely intentional when you ordered the twins to place it directly on my bedroom floor, wasn’t it?"

He asked, confirming his suspicion that she had blatantly lied in front of Helen and the heroes the day before.